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Interview with S.K. Nicholls
Nice interview of a special person; Susan Nicholls author of Red Clay and Roses
Tonight please give a warm welcome to the lovely S.K. Nicholls!!
Do you write under any other names? Not yet.
What are you currently working on? A crime novel/murder mystery that is turning into a bit of a psycho thriller and a sort of autobiography.
How many (if any) books do you have published and what are their titles? Only the one, “Red Clay and Roses”.
What inspired you to write your first book? Finding the ledger in 1992 was the impetus. Having a racially mixed granddaughter and being concerned about the society that she will grow up in and the history of her culture was another. I am also very much interested in promoting civil and women’s rights, and women’s reproductive rights and responsibilities.
Do you have a specific writing style or one that you prefer? I write stream of consciousness style, and though I have worked on developing…
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Weekly Prompt: Sunday, October 20th, 2013
Here is the CSB weekly prompt created by Susan Nicholls
Guest Blogger Sunday: John W Howell
Dean was gracious enough to ask me to stop by for a guest post on his blog. Dean is very creative and can handle any graphic assignment from a blog header to book cover. Give him a visit.
October 6 Weekly Prompt – “One Day…”
Here is the weely Community Story Board prompt.
Week Prompt is as Week Prompt Does
Here is my offering for the Community Story Board Prompt.
Weekly prompt: angst and longing in poetic form
You may want to submit.
Top Ten No No’s is as Top Ten No No’s Does
Here is the Twelfth installment of Ten Top Lists of What Not To Do by Marie Ann Bailey of 1WriteWay at http://1writeway.com and John W. Howell of Fiction Favorites at http://johnwhowell.com. These lists are simu-published on our blogs each Monday. We hope you enjoy.
Top Ten Things Not To Do at a Little League Game
10. When at a little league game, do not assume that your brief foray into sports during high school makes you an expert in the game your child is in. Chances are the coaches are the real experts and the advice you try to give them will, if you are lucky, fall on deaf ears; if not lucky you might be told to butt out.
9. When at a little league game, do not presume to call out penalties as if you were the referee unless you are prepared for the crowd of child worshiping parents from the other team to call you out and off the field.
8. When at a little league game, do not assume the game is just a pint-size version of an adult game where gambling is commonplace. Chances are the other parents will not take kindly to you placing bets on their kids’ losing, and you could be tossed out of the game minus your ante.
7. When at a little league game, do not show up wearing your uniform from high school, especially if you’ve been out of high school for many, many years. Chances are you’ll rip open your pants the first time you sit down on a bench, your kids will fumble the play from sheer embarrassment, and your spouse will impose a new diet on you starting that night.
6. When at a little league game, do now show up toting your own keg of beer. Chances are the BYOB you saw in the flyer advertising the game meant “Bring Your Own Ball,” not “Bring Your Own Beer.”
5. When at a little league game, do not prowl the sidelines and try to make eye contact with your kid. Chances are your kid will be too busy trying to play the game and not see to warn you that the ball just tossed is headed straight for your stomach.
4. When at a little league game, do not spend the whole time pretending to be videotaping the game on your smart phone when in fact you are checking your email, the latest stock reports and weather updates. Chances are the parents nearest you will see what you are up to and might use your phone for a spontaneous game of catch.
3. When at a little league game, do not offer to take all the kids out for ice cream unless you own a Greyhound bus, the ice cream stand, or your name is Warren Buffet.
2. When at a little league game, do not attempt to join the cheerleaders at any point during the game. Chances are, if you attempt to do splits in the air, you’ll wind up dislocating your hips, an ambulance will have to be called, the game will be over, and your kids will never speak to you again.
1. When at a little league game, do not shower insults on kids from the opposing team. Chances are their parents will hear you, their parents will be bigger than you, and when they come to beat you up, no one will protect you because yelling at kids is just wrong.
Weekly Prompt – Autumn
You may want to post a piece that meets the prompt “Autumn” Go to Community Storyboard and check it out.
Talk is as Talk Does
wepoetsshowit just published one of my stories on their Debut Writer feature. It is a lovely blog that is certainly worth a visit. All week they have special features on poetry, the arts and an open mic segment. Their blog has a calendar which you can click on and view the up and coming daily events. Since this blog is designed to feature the work of the artistic community you may want to look at the submission policy. Thank you wepoetsshowit for the opportunity. So here is the story:
Talk by John W. Howell
“So the guy says to me ‘what the hell do you think you’re doing?’ I just look at him and smile.”
“Then what happens?”
“I take him by the arm and walk him over to the trash can. I make him look into the can and then I say, ‘does that look like yours?’”
“I’ll bet he is shitting his pants by then.”
“Oh yeah. I can feel him shaking just by holding his arm.”
“So what then?”
“He tells me he has never seen the bag before and I call him a liar. I place the barrel of the cold gun against his temple and whisper that he better tell me the truth. I squeeze his arm for effect just to make sure he knows I mean it”
“Did he spill his guts then?”
“Naw he keeps insisting he has never seen the bag before. I tell him to pull the bag out of the can which he does.”
“Do you make him open it?”
“Yeah, I tell him to undo the latch.”
“He has the key right?”
“He still says he has no idea how to open the bag so I hit him with the butt of the pistol.”
“Woo. I’ll bet that hurt.”
“He starts bleeding like a stuck pig. I had to give him my handkerchief to stop it.”
“Why did you do that?”
“The main reason is I didn’t want any of his blood on me. You never know these days what some of these assholes are carrying. He could have aids for god’s sake.”
“Yeah I guess that was the smart thing to do. What happened then?”
“I told him to get on his knees and pray since this might be the last few minutes that he would be alive.”
“No shit you told him that?”
“Yeah and then I put the gun barrel on the back of his head and asked him one more time to open the bag.”
“Did he open it?”
“Naw he just started crying and begging me to let him go.”
“Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Let him go?”
“Hell no. I pulled the trigger and he hit the ground like I had hit him with a two by four.”
“Oh my god. I can’t believe it. Why?”
“I told him I was going to kill him if he didn’t open the bag. I am a man of my word.”
“Unbelievable. My god you killed a man. Where is the bag now?”
“Right here. Take a look.”
“What is that mess on it?”
“I would say some blood and a little brain.”
“Ew. That is too disgusting.”
“So why don’t you open it.”
“What do you mean? Open it.”
“Just as I said. Open it. You were the one who mentioned the key. Only the owner of the bag would know there is a key needed.”
“I..I don’t know what you mean.”
“Open the bag or I will kill you.”
“Come on. Quit screwing around. You know I don’t have a key.”
“I don’t know any such thing. You were the one who pointed out the guy and said he had dumped the bag in the trash can. You sent me there to get the bag thinking I would just pick it up. All along it was you who threw the bag in the can right?”
“Yes okay I was the one who threw the bag in the can.”
“Why?”
“The bag is filled with diamonds that I took from work.”
“You took diamonds from work. Why?”
“I was going to recover them and pick up a reward.”
“You were the one who took the diamonds and you wanted me to get caught with them? That guy was a cop and you knew that. He was supposed to arrest me when I picked up the bag. You didn’t think I was going to go after the guy did you? ”
“N-no I didn’t.”
“Now it is too late. The cop is dead and all we have left is a bag of diamonds.”
“Ten million dollars’ worth of diamonds.”
“What?”
“I am the only one who can get rid of them. They will be hotter than hell tomorrow.”
“Why not just turn them in for the reward?”
“It’s too late. There is no one to blame for taking them but me.”
“That would be okay as far as I am concerned.”
“Yeah but I would have to do hard time.”
“That wouldn’t bother me.”
“What are you doing?”
“Looks like I am screwing a silencer on this very loud pistol to me.”
“Don’t kid around like this.”
“I never kid. By the way, you never opened the bag. Bye now.”
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