The Courageous Girl With The Special Gift 

Good morning, everyone! Pending an edit in a few weeks, “The Courageous Girl With The Special Gift” is finished. 

I had always prided myself with writing stories that are plausible…which means that under logical circumstances, the events in my stories COULD happen. I kinda stepped away from that this time…and it felt strange. But, an exploritory kind of strange.

It turned out to be MUCH longer than I intended, but that’s ok. I’ll go back through later, and pull out the turning points for the children’s book version.

This would make great animation…if anyone is interested…

For now, gotta return my attention to a lonely widower man and a punk teenager.

When I get “The Courageous Girl…” published (more than likely the original length, first), Ill post a proclomation, declaration or some witty anouncement in advance.
Thanks for reading…
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“Priority Seating” (Part One)

Written By R.B.Bailey Jr

Copyright 2016 R.B.Bailey Jr

All Rights Reserved

Sam had an early start that morning, to catch a flight home.

Taking a train to the airport, he was going back to America for Christmas vacation.

He wanted to nap for awhile.

One station later, a group of noisy high school students boarded the train, waking him up.

The train was full, but Sam saw one of the prized “priority seats” was empty in the next car, and

knew it was the perfect place to nap during a long train ride.

He rushed through the car, to get the seat, before someone else did.

A man in a dirty orange knit hat is sitting diagonally to his right, head bobbing up and down as he slips in and out of a shallow sleep.

Sam kinda chuckled, because the man didn’t have enough sense to grab a priority seat.

Across from him was an area for wheelchairs.

A moment later, a little girl, her mom and grandma came walking by, “You really shouldn’t be sitting there…” the little girl stopped and said to him.

Sam was surprised, then looked around and said, “No other seats…sorry.”

He closed his eyes once again, trying to sleep.

“You’re still here?” A tiny voice invaded his dream, waking him up a while later.

It was the little girl, again.

She came back, because this really bothered her.

“Huh?” Sam replied, “Where is your mom?” He looked around, and saw that the train was becoming very packed with the usual morning rush-hour traffic.

The two seniors sitting next to him now, gave him a cold look.

“She’s with my grandma somewhere over there…” She gestured towards the packed riders, “She couldn’t get a seat.”

“Sorry to hear that…” Sam replied, not about to give up his seat.

The two seniors were still giving him a cold look, along with the pregnant lady standing up in front of him.

Sam looked over to his right, and through the window, and saw even more people staring at him from the other car.

The little girl spoke up with bitterness in her voice, “You better pray my grandma doesn’t get trampled by all these commuters, or so help me…”

Just then, the train suddenly stopped, and all the commuters lunged forward, knocking both the little girl and pregnant lady over.

Sam heard a moan from the packed commuters.

It sounded like an old lady moan.

The commuters righted themselves, including the little girl and pregnant lady.

The pregnant lady was ok, but the little girl didn’t look happy with Sam.

“That sounded like my grandma…” The little girl said in a low whisper to Sam, her hair now disheveled across her face.

Sam tried his best to peer through the packed commuters, but it was useless.

Just too many people.

“I think your grandma is fine…” Sam said to her, not really knowing if she was or not.

The little girl’s eyes cut away from Sam, towards the general direction of her grandma…then back at Sam.

“Where are you going?” The little girl asked him.

“I’m going home to America…could you leave me alone?” He replied, starting to feel annoyed now, “Go stand somewhere else, please…”

The little girl looked up at the pregnant lady, over to the two old ladies, then back at Sam.

The four females looked at each other, agreeing that something was amiss…but that was going to be his punishment for being a jerk.

“Are you going to sit in the senior seats on the plane, too?” The little girl asked him.

Sam was glad she was a little comedian, “Airplanes dont have senior seats…”

But the little girl wasn’t smiling.

No one was smiling.

(To Be Continued…)

5 Ways to Breathe Life into Characters with Characterization

No writer wants a story with flat, “cardboard” characters. Updating character profiles as you write is a great idea, kinda keeps your characters honest. When those character traits show themselves…is up to you. Another handy reference for any writer would be the book, “On Writing” by the boogie man himself, Stephen King.

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http://greatstorybook.com/how-to-breathe-life-characters-characterization-5-ways/