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Just a short one-shot I thought of on the spot...Mother's jour is coming so I thought, why not? It's not that good, just so toi know...

I hate her. I really really hate her. Sure she's the woman who gave me my life. Sure she's the woman who raised me all the sixteen years I've been alive since my father left us shortly after my birth. But I cannot bring myself to l’amour her. What has she ever done that actually made me smile? She has always been a cruel and selfish woman who would do anything to get what she wanted. She would gladly hurt others for her own benefit, even me, her own flesh and blood....

We've all been there.

We've all seen it (at least once).

Perhaps even committed the "easy" crime.

You know what I'm talking about.

"His cheeks were red with embarrassment."

"Anna checked the balance sheets again, coming to a conclusion the the financials were a deep crimson."

"I stared into his blue eyes as deep as the ocean."

Colors, like anything else, are powerful descriptive pieces. When used as a comparison ou a contrast, the reader is painted a picture of the person/object's look and the setting as a whole. It should make the scene come together in a seamless flow.

For example, the "red with...

Episode 1~ We meet again, setting hotel in New york (Hilton) an 1982. Scean1
---------------------------------------------------------------Micheal: well we're here guys...... guys
hey what are yall lookin at?
Marlon: check out theses girls at the pool over
there... (practically drooling)

Michael : all toi do is watch girls all the time man.. come on.

Jermaine;yeah marlon( laughing) although they cut
Michael: now toi too Jermaine( annoyed)

Jermaine:Mic toi can't lie to your self they look good.
Michael:your right.... they do (sighing) we gotta
hurry up and cheek into our rooms so we can get ready...

Chapter One

Mason Montgomery auditioned 480 girls this week alone to play the part as charlotte in his new movie, Hourglass. Hourglass was all about a woman who could stop time just to be with her love. Each girl he auditioned wasn't giving him what he wanted. All he wanted was a fair-looking girl with pretty eyes and a sensitive cœur, coeur but the girls he auditioned were anything but that. He tried being nice and say encouraging things but after the 248th girl he gave that a rest. Now he just a dit what came to mind like "You stink," ou "And toi call yourself an actress? Get it outta here." He had...

“why does she live in this side of town when toi have a hous- joshua was asking but my glare clearly got to him
“look its not like we dont want her in our house ... She IS married and she didnt want financial help from any one.Lupita is a girl thats loud and proud in a way but Marc is a good guy they're happy I just wish they would...”
I stop we stood in front of a small house and it looked like we missed a good party bière cans and bottles al over the front yard,a few dosen pizza boxes,three chiens eating the leftovers,and one pretty lady passout on the grass;my aunt Lupita
“do I realy need...

Should I continue ou not? [The ones in Italics are the parts I'm unhappy with]

For a vampire – a suspect of being one, really– she seemed pretty... human. With my job as a Vampire Seeker, she wasn’t like any of the other cases of vampires I had discovered. With all the raving stories of vampires I suppose they had to be more... careful with their special diet. But still, a vampire with these little reports, it was... strange, for lack of a better word. Perhaps we just had to get plus information; yes, that was probably the case.
I sighed and flipped my notebook shut. Putting my pencil...

6. T H E C R U Z F A M I L Y

“Welcome, Mariah.” Aunt Lourdes’ hugged me while the maids took care of my stuff. “Your house is so big,” I complimented. My eye caught on the beautiful carved statue on the corner and the massive staircase.
I waved my black hair on my right shoulder.
The walls were covered in golden rod fond d’écran with a hint of yellow-green vines as the design. “Are toi hungry? We’re about to eat lunch,” she looked at me.
I pursed my lips. “Um, yes,” considering the fact that I didn’t eat along the long way, made me hungry as I smelled the scent of the food...

The feeling's unusual as I walk around
The sights are as strange as the sound
It's hard to believe that the beauty around me
Isn't beautiful in reality

How would toi feel if all toi know's a lie
That the truth is really hard to come by
When you're told that it's all alright
But all toi see is the darkness of the night

When toi realize
That the truth and the lies
Are separated par one thin line

Where can I find home
Even though I'm all alone
How can I say the right words
When I can't even montrer the would
Who I am
Why I stand
That I'm completely Lost and I can't
Find my way
In this dreadful shade of grey

Hopelessly...