Friday, June 26, 2009
New Children's Book Release - Fallen Star
I am proud to announce the release of my eighth children's book, Fallen Star. You can see it at www.UncleTeeBooks.com
It's a short story about a Fallen Star and then it educates children on what a fallen star is...check it out.
[Fiction] Friday - June 26th, 2009
Challenge - Your story involves an invasion of privacy.
Julie climbed the hardwood stairs, gripping the railing and humming the song she was listening to on her ipod. With each step she took, she was thinking of how she was going to start today’s entry. There were several topics she wanted to record, but which to start with was the challenge.
Leaving the stairway behind and dancing down the hall, she reached the door to her bedroom. It was shut all the way. She usually kept it open a few inches. Without giving it much thought she entered her large, purple painted room. Its décor consisted of pink and purple window drapery; white, pink and purple comforter, sheets and pillowcase and a large white oval shaped rug set askew. Her room also housed two very large dressers that surrounded the doorway to her walk-in closet. Among the scattered clothes and shoes that had not been put away, her desk and vanity hid camouflaged, covered with photos and notes, on the other side of her bed.
She pushed the door open, removed the buds from her ears and tossed them, along with the ipod, onto her bed. Spinning around and twirling to her desk she reached out for her favorite pen that she used only for her diary.
Scribbling a few lines on a piece of scrap paper on her desk she mutters, “Okay, good to go.”
As she walked over to her dresser where she secretly kept her diary she noticed that her sock drawer was open along with some socks laying over the edge of the finely crafted dresser drawer.
‘That’s not how I left it…’ she thought.
Digging through her socks to the back, where her diary is supposed to be, she finds that it’s gone.
“Mom! Have you been in my room!?!” She hollered without even standing up.
“NO!”
“UGH.” Julie grunts. “DYLAN!!”
She stands and stomps for the doorway where she finds her four year younger brother standing with her diary in his hands.
“Lookin’ for something?” He asks as he waives it around in the air.
“If you’ve read anything in there you’re dead!” She threatens, squinting and piercing her eyes right at him.
“That’s for me to know, and you to never find out.” He spouts back as he tosses it at her and runs out of the doorway.
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Julie climbed the hardwood stairs, gripping the railing and humming the song she was listening to on her ipod. With each step she took, she was thinking of how she was going to start today’s entry. There were several topics she wanted to record, but which to start with was the challenge.
Leaving the stairway behind and dancing down the hall, she reached the door to her bedroom. It was shut all the way. She usually kept it open a few inches. Without giving it much thought she entered her large, purple painted room. Its décor consisted of pink and purple window drapery; white, pink and purple comforter, sheets and pillowcase and a large white oval shaped rug set askew. Her room also housed two very large dressers that surrounded the doorway to her walk-in closet. Among the scattered clothes and shoes that had not been put away, her desk and vanity hid camouflaged, covered with photos and notes, on the other side of her bed.
She pushed the door open, removed the buds from her ears and tossed them, along with the ipod, onto her bed. Spinning around and twirling to her desk she reached out for her favorite pen that she used only for her diary.
Scribbling a few lines on a piece of scrap paper on her desk she mutters, “Okay, good to go.”
As she walked over to her dresser where she secretly kept her diary she noticed that her sock drawer was open along with some socks laying over the edge of the finely crafted dresser drawer.
‘That’s not how I left it…’ she thought.
Digging through her socks to the back, where her diary is supposed to be, she finds that it’s gone.
“Mom! Have you been in my room!?!” She hollered without even standing up.
“NO!”
“UGH.” Julie grunts. “DYLAN!!”
She stands and stomps for the doorway where she finds her four year younger brother standing with her diary in his hands.
“Lookin’ for something?” He asks as he waives it around in the air.
“If you’ve read anything in there you’re dead!” She threatens, squinting and piercing her eyes right at him.
“That’s for me to know, and you to never find out.” He spouts back as he tosses it at her and runs out of the doorway.
copyright Uncle Tee Books
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
[Fiction] Friday - June 19, 2009
Include this line in your story…(your character) closed his/her eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped..
Tony stood there, at the edge of the pool, sweating. His skin was tacky from the globs of sunscreen that his mother caked on and his arms were angled out slightly to avoid sticking to his sides. His eyes were squinted from the bright reflection of the hazy sky above bouncing off the water.
The thermometer was just about at one hundreds degrees Fahrenheit. The weather report said it was going to be a hazy, hot and humid day, the first real scorcher of the summer. This was the beginning of a heat wave they predicted.
The waters glassy surface was flat even though it glistened thousands of sparkling spikes of sunlight. Tony bent one leg down and dipped his toes from his other foot in the water causing half circle waves to spread across the pool slowly.
“Feels pretty good.” Tony said to his father who was standing right next to him.
“Okay, let’s do it then…are you ready?” His father asked.
“I’m ready…” Tony replied. “I’ll go first.”
Tony closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped out as far as he could to reach the middle of the pool as he yelled, “Whoooohoooo!”
As he crashed through the flat surface of the water he felt the change in temperature from the hot humid air to the cold settled water at the bottom of the pool. He immediately pushed his feet to the floor and raised himself back up out of the water.
“Cold! Ahh…its still cold on the bottom!” He hollered as he stood up in the middle of the pool.
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Tony stood there, at the edge of the pool, sweating. His skin was tacky from the globs of sunscreen that his mother caked on and his arms were angled out slightly to avoid sticking to his sides. His eyes were squinted from the bright reflection of the hazy sky above bouncing off the water.
The thermometer was just about at one hundreds degrees Fahrenheit. The weather report said it was going to be a hazy, hot and humid day, the first real scorcher of the summer. This was the beginning of a heat wave they predicted.
The waters glassy surface was flat even though it glistened thousands of sparkling spikes of sunlight. Tony bent one leg down and dipped his toes from his other foot in the water causing half circle waves to spread across the pool slowly.
“Feels pretty good.” Tony said to his father who was standing right next to him.
“Okay, let’s do it then…are you ready?” His father asked.
“I’m ready…” Tony replied. “I’ll go first.”
Tony closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped out as far as he could to reach the middle of the pool as he yelled, “Whoooohoooo!”
As he crashed through the flat surface of the water he felt the change in temperature from the hot humid air to the cold settled water at the bottom of the pool. He immediately pushed his feet to the floor and raised himself back up out of the water.
“Cold! Ahh…its still cold on the bottom!” He hollered as he stood up in the middle of the pool.
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Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
[Fiction] Friday - June 12, 2009
Include this line in your story…”The piano accordion player slumped forward.”
The accordion bellowed sweet music as he pumped air through it and swayed in rhythm. His head tilted up towards the sun, as bursts of light danced across his sunglasses. Dressed in an odd combination of patterns along with mis-matched socks and an old newsboy hat, he played his accordion as if it was his only way of communicating.
People shuffled by all day long passing this old accordion player on a busy street downtown. Most hardly noticed him or took time to listen, while others stood and enjoyed his vision of freedom through the whistling pitches he created. The people who did stop to listen only stayed for a short time, often tossing a few coins into the cup he had sitting out in front of him.
They often gave money because they felt bad for him in his odd clothing riddled with stains and frayed edges. They figured he lived someplace on the street close by in an alley or under a bridge. Not giving it anymore thought than that they moved on with their busy day and stressful lives.
The accordion player was a mysterious man though. He was probably close to eighty-five or even ninety years old. He never talked to the people on the street and most times didn’t even know if anyone was listening. All he could hear was the sound of the music he bellowed through his instrument, at least until he stopped playing.
That’s when the sounds of life irritated his sensitive hearing. Shoes scuffing the ground, voices mumbling, the hum of the freeway just a block away, and car brakes screaming even few minutes. And of course there was the occasional sound of coins being tossed into his can, while whispers fluttered around about his appearance. He could only take a few moments of the sounds before he had to play to drown out the city sounds.
After each song, the piano accordion player slumped forward to give a seated bow to anyone who was still standing there, even if they were only there waiting for the pedestrian crossing light to change.
At the end of the day, with the sinking sun glowing on the old mans face, it’s time for him to go. He snaps the strap to close his accordion and puts it in its case. He collects his can and reaches behind him to retrieve his walking cane. He stands up, unfolds the red and white stick, adjusts his hat and sunglasses and walks away toward the sun.
Casting a shadow ten times his height behind him as he maneuvers down the quiet sidewalk, he wonders if he’ll be back tomorrow.
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The accordion bellowed sweet music as he pumped air through it and swayed in rhythm. His head tilted up towards the sun, as bursts of light danced across his sunglasses. Dressed in an odd combination of patterns along with mis-matched socks and an old newsboy hat, he played his accordion as if it was his only way of communicating.
People shuffled by all day long passing this old accordion player on a busy street downtown. Most hardly noticed him or took time to listen, while others stood and enjoyed his vision of freedom through the whistling pitches he created. The people who did stop to listen only stayed for a short time, often tossing a few coins into the cup he had sitting out in front of him.
They often gave money because they felt bad for him in his odd clothing riddled with stains and frayed edges. They figured he lived someplace on the street close by in an alley or under a bridge. Not giving it anymore thought than that they moved on with their busy day and stressful lives.
The accordion player was a mysterious man though. He was probably close to eighty-five or even ninety years old. He never talked to the people on the street and most times didn’t even know if anyone was listening. All he could hear was the sound of the music he bellowed through his instrument, at least until he stopped playing.
That’s when the sounds of life irritated his sensitive hearing. Shoes scuffing the ground, voices mumbling, the hum of the freeway just a block away, and car brakes screaming even few minutes. And of course there was the occasional sound of coins being tossed into his can, while whispers fluttered around about his appearance. He could only take a few moments of the sounds before he had to play to drown out the city sounds.
After each song, the piano accordion player slumped forward to give a seated bow to anyone who was still standing there, even if they were only there waiting for the pedestrian crossing light to change.
At the end of the day, with the sinking sun glowing on the old mans face, it’s time for him to go. He snaps the strap to close his accordion and puts it in its case. He collects his can and reaches behind him to retrieve his walking cane. He stands up, unfolds the red and white stick, adjusts his hat and sunglasses and walks away toward the sun.
Casting a shadow ten times his height behind him as he maneuvers down the quiet sidewalk, he wonders if he’ll be back tomorrow.
copyright www.UncleTeeBooks.com
Friday, June 5, 2009
[Fiction] Friday - June 5, 2009
This weeks challenge is to use:
“Don’t sit there,” she commanded. “That’s the cat’s chair.”
in a story.
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The doorbell rang just as I was making my way down the stairs. I had my tuxedo on and I was ready to go. It’s going to be a night of rocking and partying.
My friends and I rented a limo and a small dance hall for the night. We’re throwing a big bash for one of our friends who is joining the Armed Forces. He’ll be leaving in two days.
“Hey, you ready?” Geo said after I opened the door.
“Just about man, I just have to grab some stuff from the kitchen, c’mon.” I replied.
Geo was all decked out in his classic James Bond tuxedo. His girlfriend was waiting out in the limo and we had to hurry so we could pick up everyone else including the U S Army’s newest recruit, Freddy.
“Dude, what are you doing? We gotta go.” Geo said impatiently.
“I know I know, just don’t distract me and I can go faster.” I told him as I gathered up a few things.
Just then our white cat came sashaying through the kitchen like she owned the place.
“Watch out…if she brushes up against your tux, your legs will be all white.” I told him as she was circling around the kitchen looking for attention. “C’mon Angel, get out of here…shooo!”
“Hey, git...get any from me.” Geo said as he tried to keep away from Angel.
“Angel…c’mere leave them alone.” My mother called to Angel as she walked in the kitchen. “Well look at you two…are you leaving now?”
“In a minute…” I answered.
“We are as soon as he’s ready…” Geo sarcastically answered my mother as he stepped back to sit down.
“Don’t sit there,” she commanded. “That’s the cat’s chair.”
“What…why…aw man!” Geo exclaimed as he turned to look at the back of his pants.
They were covered in white cat hair.
“That’s where Angel sleeps and cleans herself…” I told him as he was trying to brush off the cat hair. Then I handed him a wad of tape. “Here…try this…brushing it ain’t goin’ work.”
“Man, this is why we don’t have a cat.” Geo said while trying to remove the hair from his tux.
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“Don’t sit there,” she commanded. “That’s the cat’s chair.”
in a story.
_________________________________________________
The doorbell rang just as I was making my way down the stairs. I had my tuxedo on and I was ready to go. It’s going to be a night of rocking and partying.
My friends and I rented a limo and a small dance hall for the night. We’re throwing a big bash for one of our friends who is joining the Armed Forces. He’ll be leaving in two days.
“Hey, you ready?” Geo said after I opened the door.
“Just about man, I just have to grab some stuff from the kitchen, c’mon.” I replied.
Geo was all decked out in his classic James Bond tuxedo. His girlfriend was waiting out in the limo and we had to hurry so we could pick up everyone else including the U S Army’s newest recruit, Freddy.
“Dude, what are you doing? We gotta go.” Geo said impatiently.
“I know I know, just don’t distract me and I can go faster.” I told him as I gathered up a few things.
Just then our white cat came sashaying through the kitchen like she owned the place.
“Watch out…if she brushes up against your tux, your legs will be all white.” I told him as she was circling around the kitchen looking for attention. “C’mon Angel, get out of here…shooo!”
“Hey, git...get any from me.” Geo said as he tried to keep away from Angel.
“Angel…c’mere leave them alone.” My mother called to Angel as she walked in the kitchen. “Well look at you two…are you leaving now?”
“In a minute…” I answered.
“We are as soon as he’s ready…” Geo sarcastically answered my mother as he stepped back to sit down.
“Don’t sit there,” she commanded. “That’s the cat’s chair.”
“What…why…aw man!” Geo exclaimed as he turned to look at the back of his pants.
They were covered in white cat hair.
“That’s where Angel sleeps and cleans herself…” I told him as he was trying to brush off the cat hair. Then I handed him a wad of tape. “Here…try this…brushing it ain’t goin’ work.”
“Man, this is why we don’t have a cat.” Geo said while trying to remove the hair from his tux.
copyright Uncle Tee Books
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