Determine Your Dramatic Elements

Ask yourself, why do you want to write this story? What is your passion? What theme do you want your readers to take away from your story? What is the premise of your story? Describe it on one sentence using the what-if formula. What if a flawed protagonist encountered a problem and had to overcome the flaw to solve the problem?  Whatwoman-hand-desk-office.jpgis one flaw that prevents your protagonist from solving his or her problem? Later, you can give other flaws to your character, but the main flaw is what you will structure your story on.

The Illusion of a Presidency

The constitution is a set of laws,

Drawn up by prized individuals,

Who were respected intellectuals,

But Trump thinks he’s above the law,

And wiped his feet on the paper they were written on.

He’s a man of many flaws.

His lies thicken with each new day.

He can’t keep the comedians and the press away,

Yet his tweets show his true claws,

And Russia laughs and just looks on.

Trump holds the Republicans in awe.

They never know what’s coming from his mouth,

And they wonder if he’ll fire everyone in the house.

Things aren’t any better with his son and his son-in-law.

Geez, did Trump lose a few neurons?

He acts more like an outlaw,

Than the president of the United States,

And it’s the people that suffer the fate,

While he thinks it’s okay to disrespect the law

And the people the land was founded on.

He’s made the U.S. a mess of coleslaw,

Stamped out religion, women, and race,

Making our country one big disgrace.

Where rights once mattered to uphold the law,

And I was proud to be an American.


Secret Admirer

Fresh mowed grass scented the air. The sun felt warm on her back as Iris jogged through the Wilderness Park. She passed by young couples gazing into each other’s eyes and holding hands. Iris wished she could stir some romance back in her marriage. Since her grandfather had moved in, her husband worked extra hours to supplement their income. Iris wondered if Tom actually volunteered to stay away from home.

Gramps meant well, but sometimes he sounded gruff. Deep down Gramps was gentle like a baby bunny. When he had a choice of either buying food or paying his utility bills, Iris stepped in. She owed him. Gramps had raised her and sent her to college. Tom might complain about the ‘old people smell’, but at eighty two, Gramps had all his facilities. He helped her get the children off to school, so Iris could exercise before work. Whether Tom liked it or not, Gramps had been a lifesaver. They didn’t pay for any after school daycare.

“Gramps, I’m back.” Iris strolled into the kitchen and caught her grandfather and a woman in an embrace. Iris cleared her throat and the two lovebirds parted. “Mrs. Dorsey?”

“You know her?” Gramps asked.

“Yes, she’s my neighbor. How do you know each other?” Iris asked.

“I wait with my grandkids for the school bus. Malcom brings your kids to the same spot. At our age, you can’t wait around for love again. I’m lonely since Walter passed. Malcom and I enjoy each other’s company. You don’t mind, do you dear?” Mrs. Dorsey asked.

“No, I’m a bit jealous. Between the children and our jobs, Tom and I don’t spend much time together. When he’s home, Tom plays computer games. I miss the romance we once had. I need a shower before I go to work.” Iris ran up the stairs.

* * *

Her feet ached. Iris spent eight hours, running from floor to floor, checking on her  sick residents. It was cold and allergy season. With the elderly, sometimes it turned into pneumonia. Iris felt exhausted as she drove home. She pulled up to the mailbox and grabbed her mail. On top of a stack of bills was a folded note. Iris opened it.

You are a shining star in my life. Love, a secret admirer.

Iris smiled. Did Gramps put Tom up to it? She drove into the driveway. She hummed as she strolled inside the house. Her children ran into her arms. Iris kissed the top of their heads. She left their side and searched for Tom. She found him in the den. Iris plopped into his lap and nibbled his neck.

“You’re in a good mood. Did you get a raise or something?” Tom asked.

“No, but I might get a rise out of you.” Iris winked. “Meet me upstairs.”

Iris hugged her grandfather. “Thanks.” She ran upstairs and joined Tom in the bedroom.

The next evening, Iris found another note in the mailbox.

You are like a newly blossomed rose, naïve of your beauty. Love, a secret admirer.

Iris hugged the letter to her chest. She wrote a note of her own and put it in the mailbox.

She walked in the house. After changing out of her scrubs, Iris tied an apron around her waist. “Honey, can you get the mail? I forgot about it. I’m making your favorite dessert.”

Tom hurried outside. He returned with a note in his hand. “Is this why you asked me to get the mail?”

“I thought I’d repay you for the sweet love notes you left me.”

“What love notes?” Tom looked puzzled.

“You know, the ones I helped you with, boy? I told you Iris felt neglected and wanted romance,” Gramps said.

“Oh, yeah, those notes. Don’t you have a date tonight?” Tom asked.

“Peggy and I are taking the kids to the movies. Enjoy yourself.” Gramps winked.

“I kind of like your grandfather, Iris. Forget dessert. You’re the only sweetness I need. Let’s go upstairs,” Tom said.



Spring Daisy

The daisy is said to spring from the tears of Mary Magdalene. The flower opens and closes with the sun’s rays. The daisy has been called God’s smile or Day’s eye because of this. Medieval knights wore daisy chains made by their ladies as a sign of affection, before they went into battle or on tournament. And who hasn’t pulled the petals off a daisy as a child and played, he loves me, he loves me not? Such a delicate flower is the daisy.pexels-photo-459059.jpeg