A rat??

Jake swallowed a couple times and picked up the bottle again.  His shirt was soaking up the sweat that poured out of him like a waterfall.  He wasn't thirsty, but his mouth was dry.  His head was an earthquake followed by a million aftershocks.  His heart was a hummingbird.  His brain was on vacation.

How did this happen?  Why did he have to betray himself and his friends?  Wasn't there another way?  Couldn't he find a way out of becoming a rat?  What would they do to him?

"Calm down." said the ugly detective.  "You're gonna sweat yourself thin."

The tall detective laughed.

"Why do I have to wear a wire?  I told you all I know.  Won't my word be good enough?"

"The word of a crook against another crook?" the tall detective snorted.

"A jury won't find you credible.  You would do anything to save your own skin."

"No I wouldn't.  I...I...I--"

"You're only cooperating to get out of prison.  You can't deny that."

"But that's different?  I'm not a rat."

"It's way too late for that.  We already have you on tape telling us all about your friends."

The water bottle crashed into the ugly detective.  "You tricked me!  You told me that Kevin was ratting me out and I had to talk or get the needle."

"I lied."  The ugly detective slid the chair back making it squeak against the floor.  He stood up and exited the room with his partner.

Hiking Posts

Just a reminder-

I do have another blog at  www.hikerauthor78.blogspot.com
I have put up a few posts about hiking recently.

Teaser

Teaser

Jessica's pulse quickened. Fear threatened to overcome her. How was it possible? It couldn't be real. Maybe she was hallucinating. She felt the spray on her face and the rushing water on her arms. She moved her fingers and felt a fingernail with her thumb.
She always thought waterfalls were magical, but in a figurative sense. Not literally. Five minutes ago she was admiring the beauty of the falls. Now it threatened to assimilate her into it. What was happening?
Her senses were intact. She didn't feel sick. She never did drugs in her life. But then, what was the answer? How could she make any sense out of this? Her hand was there--she felt it. But her hand wasn't there--she couldn't see it. She saw clearly the rock behind the falls and her hand should be scraping up against it. But at her wrist, where the water cascaded over it, her hand simply vanished.

Humor: You might be a writer if 3

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Norm Cowie has left a new comment on your post "Humor: You might be a writer if.....":

Hmmm, by these standards, I'm not a writer. How about, you might be a writer if ...

...everything you see makes you think of a great story.
... you edit everything you write, including grocery lists, honey-do lists, etc.
... you're afraid to read because you might read something where someone wrote something just like your WIP.
...the only reason you write is because you heard writers drink and you want a reason.

Norm
http://www.normcowie.com



Posted by Norm Cowie to The Outcast at December 6, 2011 4:37 PM

 

Bumper Stickers 001

  A man responds to a help wanted ad.  The next day he is told to come to the office for an interview.  He shows up and is surprised by the look of the place.  Bumper stickers cover the walls like graffiti.
  "What's with all the stickers?" he asks.
  The interviewer laughs.  "That's what we do.  We design and sell bumper stickers."
  "Seriously, bumper stickers are our business.  That's why the name is Sticky Bumpers."
  "So how--what would I do?"
  "Design bumper and sell stickers and you get royalties on your designs and commission on the sales."
  Confused, he asked, "What if I can't think of anything for a sticker?  Or what if my ideas are already taken?"
  "Take a deep breath and relax.  You have creativity inside of you.  You just need to let it come to the surface."  The interviewer paused for a moment.  "Now close your eyes and imagine that you are taking a long drive somewhere.  Where are you going?"
  "Copper Falls, one of my favorite parks."
  "How long is the drive?"
  "Six hours."
  "Wow.  It must be a special place.  Or do you just like driving?"
  "I hate driving.  I drive the six hours to enjoy the landscape and just relax."
  "Tell me about the traffic jam on the way."
  "It's horrible.  Cars honking.  Drivers swearing.  People acting like morons."
  "What else makes the drive terrible?"
  "Tailgators.  I hate them with a passion.  I wish I had a humongous truck so I could run them over and not worry about it."
  "Now what would you say to them if you had 2 seconds?"
  "I would give them a piece of my mind!"
  "Good.  Now take that marker and write down a couple of ideas.  I'll come back in ten minutes."
  The man grabbed the marker and scribbled down the first thing that came to his mind.  Then he slid the paper to the side and wrote down another and another.  After eight ideas were finished, he looked up.
  "That was only fifteen minutes.  Imagine what you could do in a couple of hours."
  "I just wrote down what I thought of on the spur of the moment.  I can't do this all day long."
  "I think you can do a lot more than you give yourself credit for.  Why don't you come back tomorrow and we will talk business.  I am giving you the job."
  "Just like that?  You didn't really ask me any questions."
  "You jumped right in and did the job.  What could be better than that?"
  "Nothing I guess."

Humor: You might be a hiker if 2

You might be a hiker if...


You seek out the roughest trail you can find.

You climb a boulder for a photo opportunity.

You take a date to a state park.

You take a date to a waterfall.

You go hiking more than once on your vacation.

Humor: You might be a writer 2

You might be a writer if...


You want everyone to read your story.

You don't want anyone to see your story.

You can predict major plot events in a movie you know nothing about during first viewing.

You create characters for stories in your head.