Arlene Webb's Blog, page 13
May 18, 2011
May 15, 2011
SSS. Bring on the Sarcasm
"Whacked as Logan sounds, Des, I'm pulling rank. Ignore us, fetch ice cream, and I swear, someday I'll spill it." The cop's lips twitched, attention back on Lyle. "So there's a pathetic microscopic amount of grey matter, an area of doesn't matter, and a lot of inactive matter inside your skull?""Yes. I can give you the pie chart analysis if you'd like."
"Just tell me what's stewing in the dark matter."
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Ashes releases on Friday, May 27th. http://tinyurl.com/5wr2fun
Check out all the awesome six sentence lines. http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/
May 8, 2011
Best Son in All the Universes
Perfect card, if you own a florist shop and haven't spent a minute in over eight days on debut novel, awesome new book cover, only four chapter left to crit of fantastic novel of Barbara's, and your dad coming home today after having a stint placed in the main heart artery, thus avoiding flower deliverys except for five, one of which placed him near a drug store where he popped a nitro pill and proceeded to take a four day break.
April 23, 2011
A Hiatus From SSS
Thanks to any SSS devotee (or any friend for that matter) stopping by. I'll comment whenever I can and plan to resume playing as soon as work slows down.
April 10, 2011
SSS. Lyle Wonders if He Hallucinates
Excerpt from Ashes. MuseitHot. May 27th 2011
A dying buzzard? More like a deathly ill, midget flamingo. The creature that landed in front of Lyle appeared deader than Myles.
Three feet tall at most, a foot of height added by its scrawny neck, the bird angled its head as if it were blind, wobbling on decrepit legs. Two feathers—faded crimson and gold—clung to its hairless, grey form. It looked like it should be hanging from the fist of a voodoo queen.
http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/
Many thanks to all of you who've commented on the SSS posts!!
A dying buzzard? More like a deathly ill, midget flamingo. The creature that landed in front of Lyle appeared deader than Myles. Three feet tall at most, a foot of height added by its scrawny neck, the bird angled its head as if it were blind, wobbling on decrepit legs. Two feathers—faded crimson and gold—clung to its hairless, grey form. It looked like it should be hanging from the fist of a voodoo queen.
http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/
Many thanks to all of you who've commented on the SSS posts!!
Meet Lyle, in Six Lines
Set up: Vegas sheriff is driving. In the backseat, Myles' lover holds Lyle forcible on his lap. Suspected of fratricide, out of whack without his twin, Lyle thinks he's headed to jail. Lyle squirmed under Renold's thick arm, unwilling to stop the crap pouring from his mouth. "You should find a real fairy to give you a lap dance. Why didn't Sheriff Dickwad handcuff me and have you ride up front? He's hoping we'll make out back here? Pervert sheriff belongs in a porn theater. I belong behind bars. You belong behind a guy's butt that's not mine. This is your gay weekend getaway, right?"
http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/
April 6, 2011
Latest Release from My Favorite Author
Barbara's son, Greg, is the genius behind the logo and newsletter. Who cares the kid won't read extraordinary erotic romance written, shudder, by his mom. He's a keeper.
http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9245-an-ordinary-girl.aspx
April 3, 2011
Meet Lyle's Identical Twin--Myles, in Six Lines
http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/
But Myles wasn't mentally deficient, just so giving of himself and his belongings. A stranger would admire his shirt, and he'd take it off and hand it to him. An adult woman of any age would eye him. He'd grab her shopping bags and walk her home, chattering about her life with her. Pimps, crackheads, thugs, anyone with a spark of decency watched out for him. Threaten any stranger who'd ask Myles for some loose change, but then not move on after he'd emptied his wallet with a smile.Ashes. Muse bookstore
March 27, 2011
Yippee. SSS. Again. Here's Opening Lines for Ashes (May 2011)
Raw thirst dominated Lyle's fantasy. Cracked ribs, battered leg, ankle bruised by the shackle, three broken fingers, deep slashes along inner thighs, and bone jutting through muscle in the left arm—it all lay crushed under the need for water. Images of shimmering droplets danced behind his crusted eyelids. How long did it take for a male in his prime to die? The metal rod had been staked deep into the desert soil of Las Vegas. Lyle no longer struggled against the chain, tried to shelter his skin from the searing heat, or screamed for a soul with a shred of human compassion to help him.
http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/
March 22, 2011
Commas , Hesitations ... Oh My
Line edits for Ashes are back in the hands of my abused line editor.
Maybe, just maybe, I've learned more about the most dreaded obstacles known to illiterates.But my lines always seem to go racing out of control, thanks to characters constantly being distracted by the basic urges, such as lust for survival and...er...you know.
