dcedwardswrites #8Sunday, Fiction

Weekend Writing Warriors: #8Sunday

Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge! I was sick last week, so I didn’t get a chance to write, but I’m happy you’re back to check it out. The Weekend Writing Warriors challenge is to write a story or excerpt from a story you’ve been working on in 8-10 sentences. Take the time to check out other writers at the link above!

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It’s only Noon on Friday, and my head is pounding. I slug down another can of Jolt and try to focus on the excel document in front of me. Names, emails, ages, addresses; common identifiers for the Company to find the perfect clients to commit the perfect crimes.

Crimes are lucrative these days after the economic crash of 2018. These clients are lining up to commit anything from larceny to murder–for the right amount of cash or credit or hell, dinner.

I got lucky when the crash hit, my boss hired me to take out the CEO of the Company. I did a two for one–him and the CEO–best payoff ever. America is the greatest country on earth.

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Thanks for coming to check out my #8Sunday submission.

I’ve done a few of these before so feel free to roam the dcedwards.com site for other excerpts.

Also, if you want to check out my completed novel, Bright City, it’s available on Amazon.

dcedwardswrites #8Sunday, Fiction, LGBT

Weekend Writing Warriors: #8Sunday

Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge. The challenge is to write a story or excerpt from a story you’ve been working on in 8-10 sentences. Take the time to check out other writers at the link above!

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Samuel hid his pointed canines behind his hand when he laughed.

“I haven’t laughed like this is eons,” he said to Andre, the young brown skinned man laying next to him on the grass.

“Eons,” Andre laughed, “dag, look at you Mr. Thesaurus.”

Samuel smiled and shifted his body towards the young man and resisted staring into Andre’s gray eyes and instead focused on his full succulent lips. Samuel had spent most of his eternity seeing humans as puppets the Deity manipulated, never really paying attention to them and then on a stroll across Central Park he saw Andre playing football with friends and he was struck, three weeks later he’d not been back home.

“So what’s next,” Andre asked leaning into Samuels body, “you said you have something to show me.”

In centuries to come, Samuel will regret the moment he unveiled his true self; his expansive sparkling wings and full blistering ebony splendor as his love crumbled into ashes under the weight of his brilliance.

“No more love,” he’d whisper to himself, “no more love.”

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Thanks for coming to check out my #8Sunday submission.

I’ve done a few of these before so feel free to roam the dcedwards.com site for other excerpts.

Also, if you want to check out my completed novel, Bright City, it’s available on Amazon.