WeWriWa 12.19.21

   

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Continuing on with my serial killer WIP. Where I last left off, my main character, Dennis, mentioned he had a hot date...
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I found a clean wifebeater on the floor of my room and threw it on and went for my cleaner coveralls. My life always consisted of working on cars and motors, so there really wasn’t a need for any other clothes. I stepped into my work boots and headed outside, finding a rag on the porch, quickly wiping the desert off of my car.  

I flew down the 14, weaving through the few cars on the road, hoping to make up some time since once I hit Los Angeles, I would no doubt be caught in traffic. Hitting the 5 was fine through San Fernando; traffic became more numerous and slower as Burbank approached, but it was still moving at a good pace. It slowed even more around the Griffith Park area, being that it was such a popular place for both locals and tourists alike, I stared at the skyscrapers in the distance as traffic slowed to almost a halt. I inched along for awhile at a turtle’s pace until I reached the Dodger’s Stadium exit, I could tell a game was in full swing on a Friday evening, which meant finding parking anywhere around the area was going to be a bitch. I navigated my way around the crowded streets, thankfully finding a parking spot between two cars near the bar; no one had probably wanted to try parallel parking, which was super easy for me, even with my Challenger. I walked towards the bar, glancing into the employee parking lot; her rusty, falling apart black Honda Accord was there, sure enough. Pete, the Gentleman’s Club bouncer, stood outside the entrance having his smoke, he nodded towards me and pulled the door open. I nodded to him and walked through, Pete wasn’t great with words unless he was kicking someone’s ass out of the club. 

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~Danii X

WeWriWa 12.o5.21

  

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Continuing on with my serial killer WIP. Where I last left off, my main character, Dennis, just finished talking about his relationship with his brother. Continuing on...

I was getting into a groove for fixing up cars while helping customers find what they needed. It was easy to become the one man show. Promptly at six o’clock, while there were no customers, I shut and locked the gate to the road. I finished the oil change on the old Oldsmobile Cutlass and locked up shop. 

Gunning the engine, I flew down the dirt road back the way I came, taking a detour to tear up Derrick’s dirt yard around his house with donuts, skidding and drifting over the dirt. I floored it towards his pickup, wanting to smash the shit out of it and push it through his house, but I didn’t want to put a dent in my car. I cranked the wheel, hitting the breaks, and drifted to a perfect stop next to his truck. I stared at it for a minute before hitting the gas to the floor and taking off. 

Once back at my place, I stripped off my greasy coverall and headed to the shower to wash away the oil and grime. I had my usual hot date, like I did almost every night and I didn’t want to go to her smelling like the shop.

Thanks for reading! I'm having a hard time keeping up with everything and with carving out time to write. This school year seems way more intense than last year. Any other teachers feeling the same way?

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WeWriWa 11.21.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Continuing on with my serial killer WIP. Where I last left off, my main character, Dennis, was talking about his relationship with his brother. 

That one Saturday, Derrick and decided to play a game of baseball, his friends versus mine. He kept calling us the cry babies. We were determined to beat him and we did. Derrick being the sore loser, took to the baseball bat. He urged his friends to hold me down. They refused, so he threatened to beat them with the bat instead. Complying they held me down as Derrick shattered my left leg with the baseball bat. Bones crunching underneath the wooden bat. I can still hear it sometimes. When he was done, he threw the bat and hit one of his friends square in the head.

When we were older teenagers, we used our fists. I was bigger and could hold my own finally, even though my leg put me in a slight disadvantage. Even with the shop yard, we fought all the time and he was still constantly mocking me - this time about my leg and whatever else he could find. I was glad he was finally gone. 

Thanks for reading! I'm not really sure where November went, its all a blur. I spent the last two weeks with Corona positive kids at home. I feel like I just woke up from a very long hibernation and don't know what's going on. Like the only thing I could focus on was taking care of them.

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WeWriWa 11.o7.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Continuing on where we left off two weeks ago, this is more about Derrick in Dennis' pov.

Derrick. The older brother. We got along when we were little kids, best friends even, but once the excessive drinking started that was it. We each had our own way of dealing with constantly drunk and addicted parents, an abusive father who went down the line every night. First, it was our mother who took the worst of it, thankfully not feeling much of it because she was too trashed. Then there was Derrick. And by the time, he got to me, he didn’t have much in him before blacking out. 

Derrick dealt with by constantly pushing me around and mocking me for everything, even for the same ratty shoes we wore. He wore the ratty shoes better. Everything I did was never as good as him. I was small, insignificant, and like a ghost. He reminded me hourly of this. 

We lived in the desert town of Blythe, on the California - Arizona border, in an old shack for a house, surrounded by ghost towns and nuclear testing grounds. 

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WeWriWa 1o.24.21

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Continuing on where we left off last week, Deputy Miller is in the shop questioning Dennis about where his brother is. The first line is Deputy Miller.

"So you’re not worried?" “No, I’ll let you know when he turns up.” I said. Deputy Miller shook his head and started to walk out. “By the way was the woman that reported, a Donna Singleton?” This time it was Miller’s turn to nod. “Derrick probably got sick of her, she’s a dope fiend, probably just looking for more money from my brother to feed her habit that’s why she’s concerned. Tell your buddy to check on her, I’m sure you’ll find all kinds of things to get her on.” “Thanks for the info,” Miller said, “I’ll pass it on.” I nodded and grinned, “You sure you don’t want that bigger engine?” Miller laughed and waved it off before walking out.

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WeWriWa 1o.17.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Last week Deputy Miller came into the shop to ask the whereabouts of Dennis' brother. Continuing on where we left off, Dennis' last line was that he and his brother were engine people, not cell phone people...

“Fair enough.” Miller replied, “He didn’t mention any specific place? The lady that filed was really concerned.”

“He might have mentioned going to Vegas to try to win big, that was three weeks ago.”

“You’re not concerned that he didn’t return?”

“No, he does this shit all the time; my guess is he met someone in Vegas and took off somewhere with them, decided not to come back, maybe someone to pay his way."

Miller looked at me. 

“Its not like he sends me fucking postcards.” I paused, “I don’t know if you know, but Derrick and I don’t really have a good relationship. Honestly, the shop is a lot quieter without him, might be double the work for me but at least I don’t have to argue with him all day.”

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WeWriWa 1o.1o.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

So, I guess last week my link wasn't working. I didn't know until Teresa Cypher let me know. So, here's the link to last week. I'm going to continue on with my untitled serial killer project. All you really need to know from last week is that Dennis was working in his auto shop and Deputy Miller from Lancaster PD shows up. There's some exposition about Deputy Miller that I'm skipping. 

“Need a part for your cruiser?” I asked, “Maybe a bigger engine to really fly down the five?” Miller chewed his gum and smiled, walking over to me by the counter, he was in his late fifties, tall and slim, an easy 6’3” if not more; probably was once a basketball star of his high school. “I was talking to my buddy up in Bakers, said a woman filed a missing persons report for a one Derrick Hancock from Lancaster. Where’s your brother?” “I don’t know,” I replied, “Derrick likes to take off. Never tells me where he’s going, just leaves me here to run this place, reappears when he feels like it.” “Why not call him?” Miller asked. “Because we’re not cell phone people, we’re engine people.”

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Enjoy your Sunday! ~Danii X