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#AStoryADay: story 23. parking ticket theater

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#AStoryADay: story 23. parking ticket theater

to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.

these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.

if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.

story 23. parking ticket theater (by jenny yang. friday, november 29, 2013)

i tried to cry myself out of a parking ticket this week.  i’m not proud of my work. but it happened.

i’ve been working on my acting skills and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

i mean, when is acting in real life not acting but real? i often wonder that when i watch the latest catfight between two preserved plum housewives on the teevee.

i consider myself a responsible handler of my vehicle.  if you live in the los angeles area, you have to be.  cars are a huge part of our cost of living.  If you don’t factor in the occasional expense of a blown tire or parking ticket then you are dumb and don’t deserve to operate a tool that can become a weapon for committing homicide.

that said, i do not believe in parking meters. if i can manage to find parking away from the main commercial street and in the neighborhood, i will walk myself the ten minutes it takes to live the next few hours without the weight of getting a parking ticket on my shoulders.

8pm was when the meters shut off Tuesday night on the busy commercial strip of Melrose Avenue.  my buddy and i got there at 5:45 so the maximum two hours of meter time gave my car the blinking green light of approval until just before the 8pm cutoff.  no problem.  i had a sweet spot right in front of the large windows to the restaurant where we were dining. i sat facing my sweet sweet nissan hatchback chariot and all was going to be well.

“i’ll just set an alarm for myself on my iphone.” i said to myself....

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#AStoryADay: story 22. evan aoki: miracle baby

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#AStoryADay: story 22. evan aoki: miracle baby

to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.

these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.

if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.

story 22. evan aoki: miracle baby (by jenny yang. friday, november 29, 2013)

they called him a “miracle baby.” evan aoki. he was this little hapa kid in my school. i first really hung out with him when we both were taking swim classes together. he looked like any other kid - nothing too remarkable about him. smooth pale skin, a toothy grin and brown hair. but they called him a miracle.

turns out evan was not supposed to happen. his dad had a vasectomy after having their second child so evan was really a surprise. evan’s mom, sam aoki, peed on three different sticks just to be sure.

NOOOOOOOO was the scream heard around the quiet suburban Pasadena neighborhood to send the neighborhood dogs abarking.

“what do you mean i’m pregnant?” said sam, as she tucked a lock of her fine blond hair behind her left ear. that was sam’s nervous “tell.”

they were at the obstetrician’s office to make things official.

“yeah. what do you mean we’re pregnant?” echoed evan’s dad, todd. “i’m supposed to be sterile.”

the doctor nodded, “yes. you’re right. you’re technically supposed to be sterile. you only have a fifty thousand sperm count...out of the billion or so normal levels of sperm. that’s nothing.”

“one of those little bastards found sam’s egg,” todd said in disbelief....

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#AStoryADay: story 21. nancy the pig and bobby the turtle try to be friends

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#AStoryADay: story 21. nancy the pig and bobby the turtle try to be friends

to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.

these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.

if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.

story 21. nancy the pig and bobby the turtle try to be friends (by jenny yang. sunday, november 24, 2013)

nancy the pig really loves bobby the turtle.  bobby the turtle is super friendly!  he smiles at nancy all the time. they have such a great time in the pond together - mostly bobby playing in the pond and nancy watching on the side. nancy doesn’t do well in the water.  secretly, nancy wants bobby the turtle to be her boyfriend.  bobby told nancy it’s not possible.  nancy said okay, but continues to play with bobby.  this is fun for nancy but every time they play, she still wants to be in love with bobby and it hurts her a little in her heart every time.

one day, a wise wise swan swam over to nancy, after watching nancy and bobby play in the pond for many weeks.

“sweet, sweet pig. what is your name?” said the swan.

“me?  you are a swan and you are talking to me? my name is nancy. what is your name?” said nancy.

“my name is Cindy. i’ve been in this pond for many, many years and I just wanted to say hello. i also noticed how good you are with bobby the turtle?” said cindy the swan.

“yes. we are dear, dear friends.” said nancy, with a hint of sadness....

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