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One time, when I was eleven years old, four of us decided to play a game at Gramma's house. Clint, Dwayne, Barry, Michael. Whenever we got together, someone wound up losing blood, and it was always at Gramma's house.
In this game, which was safe by our standards, each of us had a different large plastic ball. We went into
bedroom, turned off all
lights, and threw them at each other. Something hit me in
eye, hard, and I saw stars. Then we turned
lights on, and I saw that I'd been hit by a kickball with stars on it.
Since there was no blood, we turned off
lights and played some more. The next day, I had a black eye. "How'd that happen?" Mom asked. "I dunno. I think I fell out of bed." She didn't believe me, but she pretended she did.
To continue on with rhetorical questions, here's another one. Who cares? Note how I ended that with a question mark. Always do that. I see this one so much that I might add it to "Common Writing Mistakes" one day. I don't care how many times I see it. It's still wrong. I first had this argument in 1980 with two fellow busboys. I'll never back down. I'm edumacated.
Next week's rhetorical question... When
ghosts appear in
haunted house, how come nobody ever leaves? Okay, I know, Richard Pryor and Eddie Murphy have done that bit already, but my editor still busted me on that one in THE CHRONICLES OF A MADMAN. So, I changed it. The dude left
house. If it were me, I would. Wouldn't you?

Michael LaRocca's website at http://freereads.topcities.com was chosen by WRITER'S DIGEST as one of The 101 Best Websites For Writers in 2001 and 2002. He published two novels in 2002 and has two more scheduled for publication in 2004. He also works as an editor for an e-publisher. He teaches English at a university in Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province, China, and publishes the free weekly newsletter Mad About Books.