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Wewriwa on the Last Weekend of September

Welcome to another addition of the 

Weekend Writing Warriors

Hop on over to the main page and check out the wonderful snippets from a variety of genres.

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Last week I abandoned my YA manuscript and gave my dear readers a middle grade snippet. Here is another sample from MRS. ZIMMERMAN'S DONUTS. Since the manuscript is unpublished, feel free to put on your "Evil Editor" hats and give me some honest yet constructive feedback. I can take it! 

I've struggled to write my metaphor without using words that take the reader off the page. This has been a challenge. To quote Mark Twain, "The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightening bug." Please help me to strike lightning as I introduce this kid.

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My thoughts and everything else rattled as the door flung open and smashed into the wall. Slater Slatker, the new kid, burst into the room followed by papers flying off desks and swirling into an air dance before settling onto the floor. With a smile that reached from ear to ear, he blew a whirlwind of charm toward my class, and within two minutes, knew them better than I had after five years. Obviously, Slater was used to spinning dirt while making his tornadic path, which meant life wouldn't be the same in the wake of his destruction. His brown Mohawk spiked on top of his head into a stiffly gelled shark fin. He wore faded red shorts and a sleeveless skateboarding T-shirt on that chilly October morning. The entire class turned toward him as he stomped his monstrous Nikes onto the gray tiles. That kid had the biggest darn feet I’d ever seen, and a mouth to match.

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5775

5775 is a palindrome just like my middle school guidance counselor's name, Ms. Otto (O-t-t-o backwards and forwards; toot inside out). But so what. Any guesses what 5775 stands for? Maybe it's the number of hairs lying on our

floors from our two shedding dogs. They shed an awful lot, and I'm too tired after work to vacuum. I need to pick the hairs off the floor and take them to the attic. That way I can scare away the pesky squirrels who have moved in without paying rent. But that's not why I called this post 5775.

5775 could be the number of pixels coming from the horror movie on my TV set. It's called The Watcher and stars James Spader, Keanu Reaves, and Marisa Tomei. Great cast! It's fourteen years old and only has one star, but I started watching it because a long time ago, I read a book by Dean Koontz and thought this could be it. It isn't. Anyway, since I have no idea how many pixels it takes to show a movie any more than how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop, that's not the reason I called this post 5775.

However, I ate an amazing brisket dinner last night and another yummy meal, today. I'm probably doomed after consuming 5775 calories complete with apples dipped in honey. So I guess that's why this post is called 5775. If you don't believe me, just google 5775 and see what you get. Then, make it a great one!