Read "Words by Trevor"
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ysabetwordsmithOne of our relatives is launching a Patreon page, "Words by Trevor," and the featured setting is offbeat superhero fiction. The current plan is $3/month for 2 short stories, or $6/month for 2 stories + 1 original recipe. I attest that Trevor's cooking skill is similar to my own, albeit with a somewhat different range of interests, so if you enjoy culinary adventure then that's well worth considering.
I thought this might appeal to some of my readers. To give you a peek at the possibilities, here is an excerpt from a recently posted story ...
Outside a local bistro, a cacophony of car horns was singing the morning
song. Several of the drivers adlibbed their own accompaniment, noted by
aggressive tones of "Are you kidding me?", "Move it!", and a number of
colorful expletives. Their obstructions today, though small, were highly
inconvenient. Several commuters reminded themselves of the fine for
hitting a registered hero was a thousand dollars, and resigned themselves
to creeping forward whenever they had a clear shot. A few took it as step
further, trying to determine if one of these guys even was a registered
hero, or just a couple of jerks in costumes. They didn't like their
chances.
One of the "obstructions" called out, from the passenger side of a
delivery truck, "Just stand down, Pinpoint! We can talk this one out."
"Oh shut up!" was the generous reply.
"Why don't you both shut up and leave!" one driver added. The combatants
both glared back, but said nothing. The passengers of that vehicle sat in
awkward silence. Our combatants directed their anger at each other with
respective salvos. Pinpoint dodged, only to have his visor take the hit.
His shot, aimed at the neck of his rival, Carrier, was blocked by a right
forearm.
They both swore under their breath and glared at each other. The look
seemed to occupy eternity.
"Just kiss already! We got places to be!"
I thought this might appeal to some of my readers. To give you a peek at the possibilities, here is an excerpt from a recently posted story ...
Outside a local bistro, a cacophony of car horns was singing the morning
song. Several of the drivers adlibbed their own accompaniment, noted by
aggressive tones of "Are you kidding me?", "Move it!", and a number of
colorful expletives. Their obstructions today, though small, were highly
inconvenient. Several commuters reminded themselves of the fine for
hitting a registered hero was a thousand dollars, and resigned themselves
to creeping forward whenever they had a clear shot. A few took it as step
further, trying to determine if one of these guys even was a registered
hero, or just a couple of jerks in costumes. They didn't like their
chances.
One of the "obstructions" called out, from the passenger side of a
delivery truck, "Just stand down, Pinpoint! We can talk this one out."
"Oh shut up!" was the generous reply.
"Why don't you both shut up and leave!" one driver added. The combatants
both glared back, but said nothing. The passengers of that vehicle sat in
awkward silence. Our combatants directed their anger at each other with
respective salvos. Pinpoint dodged, only to have his visor take the hit.
His shot, aimed at the neck of his rival, Carrier, was blocked by a right
forearm.
They both swore under their breath and glared at each other. The look
seemed to occupy eternity.
"Just kiss already! We got places to be!"
