In checking out Thanksgiving facts, I came across caffeine destiny an online magazine, and this article, in their fall 2008 (http://www.caffeinedestiny.com/tigiving.html) :
Pilgrims and Indians and the First Thanksgiving
The History of an American
"Although Indians and Pilgrims joined together for a meal of thanksgiving in 1621, the Indians didn't fare so well at other thanksgiving observances. In 1641, a raid against the members of the Pequot tribe in
Meanwhile, I'm thankful for a sudden inspiration to create a new series of short mysteries - targeting the e-zine market, perhaps. This is my first stab at getting started:
"As a substitute teacher, Mrs. Pickens did a lot of traveling, knew all sorts of kids for miles and miles. All those years of wrangling hormone-driven teens urned out to be pretty valuable when she started her second career as a Private Dick."
Happy Turkey Day! Write On!
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It is shocking to think that just 20 years later, the settlers had turned on the people who had helped them survive. That is a cruel and incomprehensible twist.
I like your phrasing "wrangling hormone-driven teens" ... it gives Mrs. Pickens the image of a force to be reckoned with, especially with her moving into the PI field. I’ll be looking forward to seeing this series of yours in the e-zines!
I also have two sentences for Tuesday posted over at my blog.
Nan- Not MY preferred kind of T-giving football- yeesh.
I wrote:
He named the place Spoke in Smoke referring to prophecy, the voice of God upon the earth. Not in a million years did Pete think that bikers would see the name and think anything different.
From my cozy stack, Murder with Reservations by Elaine Viets:
Poor Rhonda had cracked under the strain of her dreary life. She'd cleaned one too many honeymoon suites and created her own personal romance novel, starring a handsome hunk who wanted to carry her away to a castle by the sea.
Hi,
Thanks for reading that article! I posted it on Caffeine Destiny about eight years ago, but it still gets a lot of hits!
Susan
Interesting how history can be seen in a different light when the truth comes out.
My own written two lines are:"The pathologist ignored Gregory, cutting him off. “I was trying to find out more about the samples provided for this DNA test—more particularly, the semen traces and tissue samples taken from the woman and forwarded to me. At first I thought the tissue has been tampered with; and then, on further examination, I discovered an entire chromosome that I have been unable to classify.”
Okay, it's really three lines, but the dialogue by itself had no connector. This is for David, who wanted to know what happened to the woman from last week.
From my fantasy reads, The Warrior Heir by Cinda Williams Chima:
"The house had good bones. It was built of rough-hewn rock quarried on the property, still standing stone on stone after years of neglect."
I don't have two sentences this week, I am afraid. ::ducking head in shame::
However, I will offer this thought that came to me as I drove down the highway today. Where I live, there are wild turkeys, ducks, geese and deer in abundance. And we're just suburban, not rural. I wonder how bad people's financial straits have to be before they start taking advantage of the...wild things.
Barbara, Thanks for following up for me :) Great writing and that unknown chromosome is very intriguing.
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