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This was one of the short stories I started when I was going to do National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo. I didn’t last long because I just didn’t have the time so I’m going at my own pace.

This is something that I didn’t even plan to have see the light of day and I might not even continue with it but it keeps staring at me in my draft box.

One night before I fell asleep, the name Marshall Lane popped into my head and then for NaNoWriMo, that’s all I went on. I have no idea what the plot will even be and I don’t have an outline but I do have some ideas with how to expand the story.

This is a very rough draft and I haven’t rewritten anything…those little things that I think could be said much better. Fyi….this is REALLY fucking hard to put out there. I’m having doubts but fuck it, right?

My husband said it sounded like I’ve been watching too much Dexter. I think I’ve been reading too much Stephen King. Don’t feel obligated to comment. I was going to turn the comment section off (but didn’t) because I’m over here pissing myself since I’m so nervous.

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Marshall Lane held the gun up to David’s head without any hesitation. “You took my life away from me!” Marshall pulled the trigger twice as David fell to the ground.

He stepped over the body and went back inside the building from the roof. He put the gun back into his pocket and calmly walked to the elevator where he rode down 18 floors.

He walked outside to cold and snow and took a deep breath. David is finally dead, he thought. He had it coming, one way or another. Marshall grabbed a cab back to his hotel to formulate his next step to getting his life back.

He grabbed a sandwich on the way to his hotel room and sat down to flip through the file of her. The woman who made a fool out of him. Kyla Andrews. Marshall knew that it was her time now and looked at the photos the private detective had taken.

She was a beautiful brunette with delicate features and ice blue eyes. Marshall thought she looked rather smug going about her day to day activities.

Kyla took his life away just like David did. She promised him “till death do us part” and failed at that promise. Now it was her turn to stare down the barrel of his gun like the others.

There was Michael Ashford, his former boss who had fired him a month earlier. It felt good to see him beg for his life. That fucker had finally come to know what it was like to be at the mercy of someone else.

He shot him 3 times in the chest while he begged for his life. Marshall was surprised by how easy it was to end someone’s life.

The day after, it was Hayward Lane and Melissa Jennings. Marshall’s father and his girlfriend. His father didn’t put up much of a fight but how could that old bastard. Melissa was different. She almost got away and kicked him so hard in the chest that there were bruises.

Today had been David’s turn to die and tomorrow it would be his ex-wife, Kyla.

Kyla had gotten the house, alimony, and the most precious thing, their daughter Natalie. Marshall knew it was time to get his life back with his daughter and Kyla was the last one to stand in his way.

May be continued……

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Single Parenthood

By Elle on April 6, 2012 in family, mommyhood, writing

Before I was a year old, my parents were divorced and I didn’t even hear from or meet my biological dad until I was 9. It was just me and my mom for 6 or so years before my stepdad entered the picture.

During those years I watched my mom work her ass off so she could take care of us. I remember we had plenty of meals that consisted of pot pies since that was all she could afford.

We moved around quite a bit because once rent was due, she wouldn’t always have the money so it was on to the next place, some more ~~scary~~ interesting than the others.

She had several jobs but one thing I remember very clearly is that as much as she worked, I never felt like she wasn’t there for me. I also can’t remember a single time that I lacked for anything.

I have a very soft spot for single parents and would love to hear your story. You can write about anything you want when it comes to single parenthood and I’ll post them here. It doesn’t matter if you have a blog or not, write away.

Send the posts to elle dot mommyhood at gmail com. You can also add any pictures you want. If you’d like to remain anonymous, just let me know.

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When I was just a blogging virgin.

By Elle on March 26, 2012 in a glimpse into my mind, writing

I started my blog in July 2010 and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I didn’t put very much thought into it and didn’t know what kind of direction I wanted to go in.

For the first 4 months or so, I see glimpses of myself in the posts I wrote back then but not the real me. I tried so hard to be the cutesy mom blogger who loves every single second of motherhood but it’s obvious even back then that I just wasn’t that way.

The biggest lesson I’ve learned as of now; when it comes to having a blog, stay true to yourself and write whatever you want. If you have a blog that family and/or friends know about and you find you really have to censor yourself, start another one and don’t tell anyone else about it.

At the very beginning of blogging, I could care less if anyone read it. Then I was hoping people would read it and I was hoping for more blog hits. Then I went back to not wanting anyone to read it, back to wanting more blog hits, rinse & repeat.

I’ve learned blog hits don’t mean dick. It’s about you enjoying your blog.

When people relate to a post and leave sincere comments, even if it’s just a few, it means more than several comments from people who didn’t even seem to read the post or they say something like “I started following you, will you check out my site and follow me.”

Stab, stab, stab.

So kiddies, what did we learn?

If you’re thinking about starting a blog or just started, don’t tell family and friends about your blog if you really want to write what you want to (unless, obviously, you can trust them), don’t worry about blog hits, have fun, be patient, and don’t worry about being popular or the next big thing.

Also, make sure to put plenty of Ryan Gosling photos on your blog. There can never be too many.

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I’m still pinching myself.

By Elle on March 1, 2012 in like totally awesome, writing

Recently I was asked to contribute to a brand new website. I didn’t have any hesitation and said yes but then I panicked when it was official. While I was getting some things together for this new website, like my bio, I completely froze up.

Then I called my mom which is what I always do in this type of sitution and I was telling her that I can’t even write my own simple bio without feeling inadequate about my writing. I don’t know how my mom puts up with it but she let me go on and on about how much I suck and after I was finally done, she said I can do it.

Mothers are always right. Mostly. They’re right 99.9995% of the time.

I am so honored to be a part of the website, What The Flicka? It has so much great information and such wonderful writers.

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I’ll let you in on a little secret…my hubby hates that I write.

By Elle on January 2, 2012 in hubby, marriage, writing

My husband has never liked that I write. When I started back in July of 2010, his only request was anonymity but I don’t think he expected me to keep up the blogging for this long. Or for it to start going as far as it has been.

It has nothing to do with what I write or what I say about his parents, it’s more that I like to set aside time to write and he becomes, I don’t know, jealous maybe? It’s possible he doesn’t like that my writing takes the time I have away from him or maybe he feels that I’m just wasting my time.

He not a jerk by any manys although he does have some asshole moments but it’s not like he demands I stop and I know he never would. He’s a man of very few words so he doesn’t tell me the exact reasons why it bothers him which drives me crazy.

The thing is though, I’ll read posts to him every now and then that I wrote and I can see that he likes it. He’ll even ask me “Did you post that one thing you wrote yet? Did ya, did ya?” and he becomes excited. I’ll tell him I’m not finished with it yet and then he’ll seem so bummed out.

When I started my group website, A Nervous Tic Motion, he was less than thrilled. Well more like really pissed.

I think after all this time he’s finally coming around…. even if it’s just a tad. When he does something dorky, one of the first things he says is well, there’s a blog post for you.

For Christmas he gave me a card and when you lift Santa out of the chimney, he farts. How romantic, right? ha! My husband looked at me and said you have to mention the card in a post.

Even if he’s not getting used to it, as my mom would say, tough titties. Writing makes me happy. I’ve met some amazing people from blogging so I’m here to stay.