A Sneak Peak of “The Dishwasher”

If you haven’t read my writers update, I’d suggest reading that first and then come back to this so you have an idea of what is going on behind the scenes of the artwork! 🙂 Here is the rough draft of the synopsis for “The Dishwasher.”

This short story of Clarence Clemens, the #1 dishwasher in the small town of Tremaine is one of mystery, suspense and a lot of drama. As Clarence grows up, settles down and takes dishwashing jobs around town, he finds himself confronted with many different problems on the daily. Not all problems can be solved, especially with some people. Most residents of Tremaine love him but others hate him. He’s been to every restaurant, gets free meals, all the people know him and the locals always tip good when he’s around. Clarence thought he knew everybody in Tremaine, but someone has been lurking in the shadows, watching patiently. Somebody is jealous… and jealousy kills.

This sneak peak of my writing is a more lighthearted side to the story of the main character, Clarence. From his perspective, he is writing an ‘SOS’ letter to his friend the Dr.(Burden) who specializes in bird studies. They have been friends for many years and have a common interest in the strange occurrences that happen in Tremaine. This letter is going to be a big part of the story once it’s published and out there for you to read; I hope it intrigues you…


Dear Dr,

You’re not going to believe it, I think I’ve spotted the real deal. The goose is back. Remember that day we walked the boardwalk at the conservation, the wild goose appeared alone in the weeds. We named it Duck the Goose remember? Dr, you’ve got to remember, if you haven’t dropped this letter and left for the boardwalk by now you’re probably far too late. You have never been able to identify Duck because of its colors but I’m telling you they have changed again. You know where to find me on the Mill side of the Boardwalk, dead or alive.

Love,

Clarence


As I keep building on Clarence’s character I began to realize he is a generous, caring and loving old man, but he would never sign off on a letter like that. He doesn’t speak that way to his friends in letters and has never told anyone he loved them except his wife, Joan.

This means trouble. Clarence is in grave danger of some kind and without another Clarence in this town, who’s going to solve the mystery?


“The Dishwasher” is not ready to be published… YET! I have set a goal to have the final draft complete by fall of this year and published for 2023. 🙂 that said…

If there are any writers reading this that would be open to editing stories back and forth, that is always a great help to writers starting out! Don’t hesitate to contact me HERE if you are interested in sharing stories (or art)!! Thank you for reading this, and as always, stay rad.

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I am human, just like you. I have been around for 20 years and although it may not be a lot of time to some, it feels like I've been alive forever. To cope with all the things my life has given me; good and bad, I've always been a writer. Maybe I didn't know or necessarily want to be a writer, but I was always on the creative side, not really understanding how different I was from others; I'm really not that different from you. To this day I'm still eager to learn more about myself, to improve and grow amorphously. I want to use this fuel of constant self-discovery as the direct source of 'energy' that can create whatever I want it to, making writing for me a healthier coping mechanism than most I've tried in my lifetime. That being said, I believe that starting my blog, The Existentialist, (all thanks to Wordpress and Bluehost teams) I finally have the opportunity and creative outlet to unleash my passion for art; writing. The beginning is never easy, and it won't get much easier I am aware. I can only believe in myself and keep my expectations to a minimum; I like to believe I hold no expectations, but they seem unavoidable. To whoever reads this, I'm not one to care about views or reads, I won't encourage/pressure you to read my work because for me, the thrill really comes from just making a finished piece of work I'm happy with, regardless if it is read by others or not; judgement from others is what I've feared all my life. I can only encourage you to have an open mind as a reader and believe in me as much as I believe in myself to accumulate the courage to start showing my creative writing(art) to the world. Everybody creates things in their lifetime, I am just another one of those beings; whether you like it or not, nouns (persons, places and 'things') exist to teach us something about ourselves. There is always more to learn...

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