Nothing was left of the money except for a few ten and twenty dollar bills. He’d blown through the rest of the haul in a hurry just trying to get as far away from the scene as possible. And also splurging on some new threads.
He shoved the sad-looking bills in his nearly empty wallet and shoved the wallet into his back pocket. Taking a deep breath, he shouldered the black duffle bag that held the remainder of his belongings and shuffled out of the motel room.
“FREEZE!” The shout startled him. He dropped his bag and raised his hands.
He laughed in my face. At least, that’s what his I-am-superior grin suggested. With his thick black beard only emphasizing the upward motion of the corners of his mouth.
So I punched him. Right in his face. His bearded, smirking face.
“What the fuck man?” He screamed, cradling his now-bleeding nose.
“You what the fuck, man.” I said, calmly raising my fist again. “No reason to be so uppity with me. I just asked a simple question.” My fist came down hard across his cheek.
“Goddamn, get off me!”
“Oh, I’ll get off you.” It was my turn to smile.
In the end, it didn’t matter. In the end, nothing ever matters. Lucy would have known this if she’d ever bothered to listen to the Linkin Park CD her first boyfriend got her back in ninth grade.
But she didn’t. Liam knew that. He turned the volume up louder to hear over the sobbing. All the time and money he’d spent on her, he deserved something other than one timid handjob and a half-hearted breakup.
He had spent years of his life on her. He was going to finally take what he was owed.
Lucy wailed as he leaned in.
I walked to work today. I missed the bus. The next available bus doesn’t come until three hours after my shift starts.
And of course, it started raining. And of course, I left my umbrella at home. And of course, it’s three days until pay-day so I can’t even pick a cheap one up from the store.
I saw one of my coworkers drive past me. Well, she stopped at a light while I was waiting to cross the street. Didn’t even roll down the window to say hello or anything.
Man, sometimes this job isn’t even worth it.
She stood at the balcony, taking a long drag of a cigarette. She breathed in the soothing menthol, wishing she could escape the bass pounding out of the closed glass doors behind her.
Her brother watched her from his bedroom window. He hated the fact that she was here. Turning away, he turned up the music.
Their mother stood in the kitchen, mindlessly chopping vegetables for a meal she didn’t want to serve to a family that did not care. She turned her head towards the balcony. Maybe tonight would be the night she jumped, right there, from where her daughter was standing.
Living in the 21st century, most of the physical mail I get is either bills or junk mail. It always brightens my day when I get a note or letter or card in the mail instead of the usual “you owe us money” and “buy our random useless thing!” Unfortunately, those little pick-me-ups are few and far between. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and start sending notes to make my friends smile when they check their mail.
I have a whole board on Pinterest dedicated to ideas of how to decorate envelopes, cute stationery, how to spice up a drab letter, and other fun things to send in the mail to your friends and family. I’m also slowly working on practicing some calligraphy (or at least practicing how to fake it).
It was really fun to write to all my friends! I have a thing for paper and paper products – I tend to collect and almost hoard them. I see a pretty stationary set and I buy it. It’s nice to finally put some of my stockpile to use. I hope everyone enjoys their notes!
I’m hoping I get some letters back. It’d be pretty sweet to start a letter-writing campaign and get things other than bills and junk in the mail more often than on my birthday or on the holidays.
If any of you, dear readers, have any fun ways to address an envelope or any other fun snail mail ideas, please share them in the comments below! I’d love to hear them!
This week, I have a short story about Millie and how she unwinds after a bad day at work.
She dragged herself up the stairs to her third-floor apartment. The elevator was broken once again.
‘Perfect end to a perfect day,’ Millie thought sarcastically, jamming her key into the lock and twisting violently. She shoved the door open, letting it swing shut behind her as she made her way to the kitchen, kicking her heels off and leaving them where they fell.
Once in the kitchen, Millie filled up a kettle with water and set it on the stove. She turned the burner on and leaned against the counter while she waited for her water to boil. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Let it go,” She breathed, “Just let it go and move on.” The kettle was not yet whistling, so she decided to get a little snack together. Rummaging through her cabinets, she pulled out a tin of cookies. She grabbed a paper plate and arranged a handful of cookies neatly.
The kettle let out a long, steamy whistle. Millie set her plate of cookies on her little kitchen table and grabbed her favorite mug. She moved the kettle off of the hot burner and went to find an appropriate flavor of tea for the bad day she’d had.
“Hmm, apple chamomile sounds pretty good.” She pulled a teabag out of the box and plopped it her Mickey Mouse mug. She arranged her sugar and honey closer to her tea workspace before pouring the hot water over the teabag.
While letting the tea steep, she went to grab her laptop from her room. She set it up on the kitchen table and pulled up Netflix. She finished fixing her tea with two spoonfuls of honey and two sugar cubes, then settled in with her cookies and favorite show on Netflix – It’s Always Sunny in Philidelphia.
I’m a very visual person. Especially when it comes to writing, I can’t just imagine it, I have to write it down or draw a picture or something along those lines. I need to visually see what I’m thinking, if that makes sense. This is doubly true for character development, I’ve found.
In order to visually see Amilee grow up and go to college and live her life, I decided to create her family in Sims 3. I don’t get a whole lot of time to play, but when I do, not only is it fun, it really gives me a chance to get into Amilee’s head. And not just hers, I get to know her parents as well. I’ve found that Anthony is more laid back than his wife Victoria. Tori is the one who really encouraged Amilee to study the things that interested her, not just what she needed to study for school. Anthony would prefer to enjoy his daughter’s company – especially in the kitchen. He loves cooking and baking with her.
I started her as a child and she just became a teen. Now we’re into high school and first boyfriends and deciding what to go to college for. It’s a really interesting time for Amilee. Her mom is working harder and harder to save up funds for college while her dad just got a new dog, already fearing the empty nest. These are things I don’t know if I would have imagined on my own without the prompts from within the game itself.
I do know I may go off on tangents in the Sims. For example, right now, the Leroux’s are in China, adventuring in a tomb. This is not something I really see them doing within the context of the story they’re the stars of. But sometimes it’s fun to just play the game to play the game, regardless of the fact that I’m using the game as a tool.
How about you, my dear readers? Do you ever use things like The Sims 3 to get to know your characters or even to develop plots? Let me know in the comments!
Week three of character development for Amilee has arrived! I’ve filled out more of the questionnaire and shared it with you here. I don’t have a story for you all this time, dear readers, due to some bigger things in the works for my character here. Check back next week for said bigger things!
Are they a daredevil or cautious? Cautious.
Do they act the same alone as when with someone? Definitely different. Alone, she is clearly more comfortable in her own skin. With someone, she subtly tries to adjust her mannerisms to match the person she’s with.
Habits: she paints her nails so she can pick it off, otherwise she picks at her nails.
Drinks: Tea, or sometimes coffee with Bailey’s
How much: Once in a blue moon.
Greatest Strength: Perception
Greatest Weakness: Insecurity
Soft spot: People who act/are broken.
Is their soft spot obvious, why/why not: She puts up with a lot from people she thinks she can help/fix.
If not, how do they hide it: She doesn’t really hide it, but she doesn’t really admit to it, either.
Biggest Vulnerability: She doesn’t trust easily, but she does put herself on the line for people she hardly knows and it does come back to bite her from time to time.
Hometown: Smalltown, MA
Type of childhood: Relatively normal and boring (in her opinion).
First Memory: Bouncing on her uncle’s knee at some kind of ball game.
Most important child hood event that still effects him/her: A brutal bully in elementary school explained to her in detail how worthless she was.
Why? She took those words to heart. She was 13.
Education: BA in Medical Technology
Religion: Vaguely Christian. Not very religious.
Finances: Still paying off student loans.
Mother: Victoria Leroux
Relationship with her: Good. Mother can be a bit overbearing. Constantly asking when she’s going to get married and make grandbabies.
Father: Anthony Leroux
Relationship with him: Better. Father always believed in her and is actually pushing her to go back to school for something she loves – journalism.
Siblings, How many, relationship with each: She’s an only child.
Children of siblings: N/A
Other extended family: Grandma, unmarried uncle on her father’s side.
Close? Why or why not: Not close, but not distant, either. They exchange birthday and holiday cards and see each other at family gatherings.
As I’ve been filling out more and more of the questions in my previous post, I decided this time I would explore a little bit about Millie’s workplace and grab a little snippet of an average day at the office for her.
The clock struck one. Millie sighed and looked around the office. Her coworkers were mostly at lunch, except for Sophia, who was working on the stack of faxes that needed to go out. There were a couple of people sitting in the waiting room, Mr. Jenkins and a younger man she didn’t recognize. He must be a new patient.
Millie started in her seat as the phone rang suddenly. She breathed in deeply and picked up the phone.
“Thank you for calling Dr. Moldove’s office. This is Millie. How can I help you today?” she answered, smile in her voice.