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A favorite song of mine by Tito & Tarantula
1. Affirmation that you have read the rules: I have read the rules and glad to see there is a rule about the writing minimum because it makes things easier to inform another person to at least give me something to write back to other than a one liner.
2. Your age: I am two decades old though most of the friends and family I have inform me that I could have been a wise old man stuck in a bambina's body. No clue whether it is a backhanded insult but at least it was better than worse offenses.
3. Male or Female: Honestly, I can say I am a female and have the female bits and pieces, though I always wondered what it might be like to have a male's twigs and berries for the fun of it. What can I say, I am a curious female. I bet I am not the only female who has thought of that or is merely the off the wall ones who do?
4. What part of the world you're in. (at least time zone, most of us are too poor to come stalk you): Aww, I do love a good stalker every now and then. Well, I live on the West Coast, California to be exact where it is known for its more liberal views. In a few months, I will be moving my bottom to San Francisco which is a whole other state within California.
5. Which boards do you want access to: In The Dark, JointVentures or both? Note if you would like to read the stories on the In the Dark board, but not write on it you can request to be made a ghost. Access to the boards can always be changed after you are a full member.: I would like both because I rather be prepared on both fronts in case I ever want to join full ahead into both sites.
6. A writing sample. ***required, please do not leave it out*** You do not have to be a best selling author, we simply want to see that you care to try.
I have a few writing samples that other members from this site have seen me write about because I am known to write from vanilla to extreme. Here we go:
Shah could not fucking believe it. The work which which took the bulk of Shah's life could be ruined in a matter of days. All of because of one little thing. Shah had a god damn cunt. Shah short for Shahrazad was a female in the San Francisco chapter of Sons of Anarchy. Convenient that in a place where cultures and sexual orientations were accepted and celebrated, the fact she was a female in a MC was something to look down upon. Shah knew what the fuck she was getting into the moment she became an old lady. Former old lady to be exact. After spending a year as one of the MC's old lady she grew tired of the routine. Fuck, sleep, eat and cover the MC's ass was not the life she wanted to have. Hell, even being an old lady was not a secure position. If her ass or her tits started to sag, her ass could get canned for a prettier, skinner, younger bitch. With that fear placed into her head, she got to work.
It took her eight years to build her reputation up. Good thing she started out as a sixteen year old or her ass would have been run into the ground if she got into it later on in life. Maybe it was the fact she was a female and had come from a semi-wealthy background but she proved herself to the club. Did everything with the exception of betraying the MC. No way in fucking freezing hell would that ever happen. The MC was her family even if now having to go to Charming might ruin that for her. No matter, she would show SAMCRO that Shah O'Hara was right for the job as even if she had to give another eight years to prove it, SAMCRO would not take away the one thing in life she truly cared about.
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"Clay! You have a message from Daddy D from the SAFSOA chapter in San Fran," Jean Carlos "Juice" Ortiz announced from his laptop screen. Seems the President of the San Fran chapter wanted to meet up with Clay and Jax, mostly Jax since Clay was trying to handle another one of Gemma's menopause bursts over business regarding the problems with the Mayans, O9ers, and of course ATF. God damn ATF trying to fuck a good thing up. Plus, it seemed the San Fran President was looking to add another sergeant at arms after their long time one died of a heroin overdose a few months back. They had a candidate to fit the position it was merely letting Clay and Jax know about it and agreeing with it that was needed to be rectified. The candidate would come here to be tested and seen to that he was the right fit to look over the San Fran area. It was close enough to Oakland that it made them wary about the 09ers chapter in Oakland from hitting the place.
Clarence "Clay" Morrow finished rubbing the arthritis out of his hands for the moment before he walked over to check out the email on Juice's laptop. Fuck, Juice needed to shower a bit more. He smelled like he stepped in dog shit or even bathed in it. Though he needed to get his head on what was on the screen in front of his eyes. He read over the information a second time before asking Juice to print out a few copies to hand to the other members and for those who would go out to meet up with the candidate. All precautions would be taken to make sure the ATF did not know about a SAFSOA coming into Charming. They already had the ATF bitch humping around for information and if from what the packet on Shah was correct, she might go after the candidate like a fucking bitch in heat.
Glancing around, he thought of who to send out to bring Shah in. Half Sack was a likely candidate to help transport Shah to Charming but he might lose his way into the many streets of San Francisco and end up in the fucking ocean. Better to send him with someone else. Chibs and Piney were out of the question. Piney was still bitter over the loss of his daughter in law and Opie was busy with the kids taking a break for a few days from the club. Chibs had better things to do than babysit a chapter member. Tig. Fuck no. Bobby had a thing to do in Nevada for his Elvis act which he would not dare stop the man from doing. He needed to get Jax to help out.
Calling Half-Sack to him he had to get the prospect to focus before giving him instructions and to get Jax informed. Half Sack bobbled his prospective head before he went on his way to find Jax. Half knew Jax was still pissed off about something, did not know what but no matter to him. Hopefully, Jax would get his head together if he went on a small trip to San Fran. He heard about the Fisherman's Wharf and maybe invite Jax to a plate of shrimp and chowder soup to cheer him up.
With that in mind, Prospect gave the detailed instructions to Jax once he found him, along with the printed forms of where to meet up with Shah. Prospect looked over the background information on Shah though somehow Juice must have been high on something because he put the wrong gender as male rather than female and the picture of Shah was too pixilated to get a clear view of Shah's mugshot but no one was smart enough to get a better shot. Only details were found of the charges as giving a small clue into the real gender but even then a rap sheet could not let them know the person to meet up at Fisherman's Wharf would be in fact a bitch in leather gear. Getting into one of their many discrete cars, Prospect waited for Jax to get in to turn on the car and get to it. Oh what a fucking surprise these two would get.
Staring out at the night life in Caldwell, Dru wondered how life could have gotten caught up in the superficial lifestyle. Though she had to appreciate the fact of how men and women ran the sinful establisments. Having stood in line for the past hour with her close girlfriends, she was relieved when the bouncer came in. Rarely did she come out to have a bit of fun considering fun needed money and the two jobs she worked barely covered her rent, let alone for food. Only when her dearest friend, Veronika, insisted she go along on this girl's night out and even offered to pay her win in including one drink on the house, Dru gave in.
"Thanks sugah," Veronika whispered into the bouncer's ear and tugged on Dru to move faster into the club. Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the night club and the strobe lights kept hitting her in the face. Rubbing her eyes, she now knew why people complained of poor eye sight after a night of partying. Any brighter and those lights could have reduced her twenty/twenty vision to that of an elderly with cataracts.
At the bar, Veronika started to order shots for herself, Dru, and Veronika's flavor of the week. "Now, go on and find your man," Veronika whispered in Dru's ear as she grabbed her own man and pulled him onto the dance floor. Dru smiled and shook her head, finding her friend could never let go her childish side and she would not want it to disappear for a minute. Hell, she needed this free time to recharge her batteries.
As a psychology student, a social life became on the back burner and the only thing a graduate student lived for was to see a Master's degree and/or a Ph.D hanging on the walls of their practices. At twenty-six, she prayed and hoped the light of the end of the tunnel was it for her career. Sick and tired of being sick and tired. Sick of the things she pushed herself to get through her studies. Tired because hell, she wanted to sleep without the nightmares coming to sneak its way back into her dreams. Even after three years, she thought she had it under control. Now, as the days passed it became a lot harder not to hold herself over with a cup of coffee at her side just to stop herself from falling asleep.
"Want to dance?," a voice broke through her thoughts. Turning her head in the direction of the individual, she was surprised to find herself staring at a very riped and muscled man, well, correction, young man as she glanced him over a second time. Though he stood over her five-five foot frame and toppled her weight by a good two hundred pounds, his face gave him away in the age category of early twenties. His eyes caught her by surprise. One was a different color and it made her smile. David Bowie, one of her favorite artists had his same condition.
Nodding towards him, she let him take her hand and out onto the dance floor. His hips found her bottom and ground themselves against her. She smiled and looked at all the other ravers here tonight. A few she could tell were on something and others were literally fucking one another on the dance floor or in little corners. Dru felt as if she was transported to another place where her fears simmered away and all she wanted to do was dance. Dance with this young stud and forget herself.
"Come with me to the bathrooms," he whispered in Dru's ear. Her cheek flamed and she chewed on her lower lip. No, she could not. Shaking her head, she had to decline his offer. Though she would have enjoyed the few minutes banged away, afterwards, she would feel like a two dollar whore.
"Sorry, not interested," she replied and went to pull away from him. The man stopped her with a hand on her wrist. He apologized and asked if she wanted to come back to the private table and ask for even more forgiveness. Chewing on her lower lip again, she eyed him. She warned him to keep his hands to himself unless he wanted to lose a middle finger and another pointer. Gentleman laughed and his whole body shook. With the strobe light hitting the two of them, she finally saw the smudge on his face. A red tear drop. Hmm, interesting.
Once more, she took his hand and he led her back to the private section. Somehow, she wondered if tonight would bring change to her life. Hopefully, it would.
Two writing samples, hopefully you will enjoy reading them.
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