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I hope everyone is beginning their week productively and in good spirits. This past weekend I decided to completely challenge myself and anyone else who would like to accept.
I am going to attept to post 300 BLOGS IN 20 DAYS. I know it seems crazy but this is something that I need to do for myself. I want all of you to stop by http://trinalynnethewriter.blogspot.com and show love by supporting my efforts to achieve this goal.
If you are a blogger, give your readers a real treat by accepting the challenge to do 300 BLOGS IN 20 DAYS. There is no prize for the challenge, but just a chance to push yourself to your full potential. Allow your creativity to explode with ideas.
I will number each blog within the 300 blog challenge to allow everyone to calculate the days that it takes once I begin. If anyone decides to take the challenge I ask that you number yours too.
Stayed Tuned This Week For The Date I Will Be Starting.
Until then,
TrinaLynne
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"A bludgeoning celluloid rush of language and ideas served from an
action-painter's bucket of fluorescent spatter, D. Harlan Wilson's Peckinpah is an incendiary gem and
very probably the most extraordinary new novel you will read this year." ALAN
MOORE, author of Watchmen, V for Vendetta and From
Hell
On holiday in Taiwan enjoying a break on the west coast, fine five star hotel, great scenery, nice beach and pretty gals. Two weeks of bliss at a new holiday destination. Little was I aware that Red China was about to plan her invasion to unite her renegade province by force. Recent jet air combats left an uneasy peace with Taiwan the victor. I got up at dinnertime after a long heady night out; to see short range rockets hit the train station. Huge blasts ruptured the sky knocking me senseless. Medium range missiles thundered inland hitting hell knows what. Taiwanese jet fighters rose in their dozens form their bases and headed west. Distant explosions rocked the blue summer Asian sky, what do I do as the air attack sirens sound?
KNOCK EM DEAD
Her plan didn’t go smoothly, her rockets had caused huge material damage but she hadn’t caught the Taiwanese air force on the ground. Her jets had been dispersed; they knew what their brothers were planning. Huge aerial encounters of over a hundred warplanes knocked them dead. By sea communist troops embarked in ships to invade, most died in the ocean. Taiwan missile strikes killed thousands still they came, unstoppable. A single Taiwan jet carried one secret bomb heading to Shanghai. The end…
HOW WE DANCED
Around and round we danced in an exotic Asian club to pounding alternative music. Who said they couldn’t party? Like it’s their, our, last night on earth. Little did we all know that this prophecy was true? One night if fun with a Taiwanese lady, only dancing you understand. They are not like western ladies. On and on we danced feeling alive, when we kissed it was like fire of the positive kind. Neither of us knew we were being watched, that a huge military machine was about to strike. Hours later our nightclub was destroyed; I never did see my Taiwan lady again. I only know her name and have precious memories of th
