4. Teacher/Single Parent (with a surprising lack of school)
Alphas and Oranges
three decades of life, Arthur had found himself in a plethora of unbecoming
situations. From inopportune heats to eyebrow plucking mishaps, he’d had his
fair share of indignities. Crouching behind a crate of oranges in a supermarket
to avoid an encounter with an Alpha, however, had to be the cherry on top of
father would just bloody move, Arthur would be able to flee from the
supermarket unnoticed. The man had been hovering around the vegetable section,
rooting for the biggest potatoes, for the past five minutes, effectively blockading
Arthur’s only escape route.
The Alpha turned
to his six year old daughter and smiled, earnest and incandescent. At the sight
of it, Arthur’s blood ignited and insides went warm and gooey.
He was the
lowest of human beings for fancying his student’s father. Single father, he should add, or unmated at the very least. A hot
single dad. What a cliché Arthur was for near salivating whenever he was in
close proximity of the man.
I didn’t really wanna do this, but I’ve literally been up all night looking at jobs and trying to finish “Chivelita” and I’m beyond stressed and desperate. So I’m gonna sell the first third of my novel “Ocotillo”, the section called “Roots” on here. If you donate five dollars and message me something like “I want to read Roots” and your email address I’ll email you what I have done.
It’s twenty-one pages long, and a series of vignettes in the life of a fourteen year old TransLatina growing up in my hometown of El Paso, TX. It’s very inspired by “The House on Mango Street”, and there’s a lot of cursing, Catholicism, and some scenes of transmisogyny. IDK what else to tell you about it other than that I love the main character a lot, it’s been a lot of fun writing from her point of view.
Oh, I’m working on the second part, “Thorns“ right now. It should also be about twenty or thirty pages also, and I’m hoping to be done by the end of the month.