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“Hey how was your day? What did you do?”
“Hey Mark! Yeah man, it was great. I went out with my girlfriend and had lunch, but then got pulled over by a cop and it was a long ordeal and I’m really frustrated with it…which kinda sucks because I had a nice date.
For those of you who read a previous very short-lived post on this company, my apologies. This was a serious flame-out on my part! My basic assumption behind the post was just wrong. 1,755 more words
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March 4th is a crappy day on the calendar for me. 3.4.1994 my friend was murdered and the Hippy lost his mind. I am not sure if it was a teenager dying; or that both of the Hippie’s fathers (he was adopted by his step-dad as a boy) had died six months prior or if it was his birthday approaching (41) and he decided to have a mid-life crisis and change our entire lives on a dime but all those things happened at the same time and was pretty much the end of my relationship with the Hippy as he sold all his businesses; told his 16 year old daughter (me) to find a place to live (he didn’t care where) and told his wife to go or divorce him and he was in Jamaica not two months later.
by J. E. Nice
I love a good supporting character. Not only do I personally tend to find them more interesting than the protagonist, but they can add so much to your stories, whether it’s adding to the plot, creating more scenes or to be used as a device for your main character. 994 more words
Viola Gråsten is celebrated in Sweden as a designer of mid-century printed textiles. But her first work in Sweden was as a rug designer. A 1945 emigrant from Finland, the Swedish-speaking Gråsten arrived with impressive credentials. 1,465 more words