tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806244977869265498.post5891416507858636443..comments2024-03-12T05:19:17.262-04:00Comments on Oasis for YA: Whoseywhatsit Thursday: Writing Prompt SentencesJessie Harrellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581727105030086814noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806244977869265498.post-71652853222428099452011-09-30T15:47:54.938-04:002011-09-30T15:47:54.938-04:00thanks for the encouragement. as soon as I get don...thanks for the encouragement. as soon as I get done with my ya adventure fiction chick lit piece I am on it!Ed Vargahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17126898189840326447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806244977869265498.post-80160275462887584222011-09-30T15:46:32.534-04:002011-09-30T15:46:32.534-04:00thanks for the encouragement. as soon as I get don...thanks for the encouragement. as soon as I get done with my ya adventure fiction chick lit piece I am on it!Ed Vargahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17126898189840326447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806244977869265498.post-75023989515691348642011-09-30T00:03:28.499-04:002011-09-30T00:03:28.499-04:00I agree with Jessie, Ed. It does sound like a grea...I agree with Jessie, Ed. It does sound like a great start to a detective piece. I hope you keep working on it.J.A. Soudershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17460557430817566294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806244977869265498.post-14991378383470997282011-09-29T20:08:45.806-04:002011-09-29T20:08:45.806-04:00cool, Ed. Sounds like a great detective piece.cool, Ed. Sounds like a great detective piece.Jessie Harrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11581727105030086814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806244977869265498.post-36992692322811674032011-09-29T16:58:17.734-04:002011-09-29T16:58:17.734-04:00Carson stepped into his manager’s office and fell ...Carson stepped into his manager’s office and fell into the chair next to the window. He closed his eyes and exhaled a deep breath through his dry lips. Fumbling in his jacket pocket with his right hand, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and shook them gently until one filter was exposed. He gripped the lone cigarette with his lips and pulled the package away from his face. He shoved the package back into his pocket and fumbled again, this time removing a disposable lighter.<br /><br />The stranger peered over his shoulder, before quickly stepping into the building. Behind him the woman followed. Inside, she shook out her hair and pursed her lips against each other. She kissed the stranger goodbye, leaving lipstick on his cheek. Looking up at the ceiling, she untied the belt of her overcoat and parted the lapels, exposing her bare hips. Gracefully she stepped down the hallway, stopping in the manager’s office doorway. <br /><br />Carson drew in deeply on the cigarette, his fingers crossed around it while covering his mouth. He exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. Then he heard a sound by the door. Assuming it was his manager, he looked over. He stared at the half naked red-head with her left hand on her hip holding her coat open. In her right hand he noticed a revolver.Ed Vargahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17126898189840326447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806244977869265498.post-15008122650372550992011-09-29T14:06:46.691-04:002011-09-29T14:06:46.691-04:00Ooh! Nice, Jessie! What an awesome take on that se...Ooh! Nice, Jessie! What an awesome take on that sentence! While I'd had a more sinister thought in mind when I wrote mine, yours was more romantic. And immediate. LOVED IT!J.A. Soudershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17460557430817566294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806244977869265498.post-52040666508363606022011-09-29T13:43:15.931-04:002011-09-29T13:43:15.931-04:00Great prompt, Jess. Here's my off-the-cuff re...Great prompt, Jess. Here's my off-the-cuff response.<br /><br />When his eyes caught mine as we passed on the street, I'd had to do a double-take. Gravity rooted me in place as I slowly pivoted back in his direction. The connection had been instant. Sizzling. I'd never gotten such a thrill out of one hasty look in my entire life.<br />That did it. I was going after this guy. I might never cross paths with him again and I didn't want to always wonder "what if." And I knew I would.<br />Once committed, my ballet flats smacked against the sidewalk as I hurried to pursue him. I had to wind through a crowd of mind-numbingly slow tourists, all staring up at the tops of buildings or trying to photograph the line of taxis waiting at the red light. And then, just when I had my dream-guy in his sights, I realized I wasn't the only one looking for him.<br />With an outstretched hand, a lithe goddess-like woman wrapped herself around his arm. He pulled open a heavy, glass door and steered her inside. Even from down the block, I could read the sign: fertility clinic.<br />With a lingering smile in my direction, the stranger peered over his shoulder, before quickly stepping into the building.Jessie Harrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11581727105030086814noreply@blogger.com