tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post5479058196630659936..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Wednesday January 16th, 2013Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-63921686893164531572013-01-18T00:04:33.057-08:002013-01-18T00:04:33.057-08:00Greg - yeah, short term pain for long term gain, h...Greg - yeah, short term pain for long term gain, hopefully.<br /><br />You managed to incorporate the list words so smoothly that I had to go back and look for them to make sure you'd used them all! Nicely done :DMarchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-82339765909524439692013-01-17T13:38:40.604-08:002013-01-17T13:38:40.604-08:00I hope Max is feeling better today, though it soun...I hope Max is feeling better today, though it sounds like things didn't go too badly with the vaccinations. And, as uncomfortable as they may be, he's definitely better off vaccinated :)<br />I like the optimistic tone your story ends on today, with a hint of a quest in there too. A great way to put your word-list to use!<br /><br /><b>Chase Sunshine lake luck</b><br />It was dark, like it always was in this burg. Mad Frankie had put word out on the street that he fancied a word with me, but I didn't much fancy a word with him so I was hiding out in the shadows, away from the sunshine glare of a blowtorch wielded by his Anger Management. A hobo looked up and pitied me as I slunk past.<br />"McArthur?" Her voice screeched like a badly-tuned radio and I swear my fillings tingled like I was chewing on aluminium foil.<br />"Chase?" I tried to sound surprised but most of my emotions were stripped from me by some aggressive electroshock therapy at the Lake Clinic on 43rd Street. I hadn't been supposed to be in there, but I was on a case and I didn't realise that the patient I was impersonating had quite so many neuroses. I got my own back by faking my death – I can pretty much swallow my own tongue - and as luck would have it the doctor had a weak heart.<br />"McArthur? You were supposed to buy me cigarettes!"<br />"I did," I growled, my voice sounding like gravel in a cement mixer. "I smoked them for you too so you wouldn't get cancer."<br />"Oh!" She squeaked, and I wondered for a moment how many years I get for murdering Minnie Mouse. Probably not enough, I decided.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com