Monday, July 26, 2010

One Wish?

On my way to work this morning, I kind of let my mind wander. Somehow, I started to day dreaming about stumbling across a magic lamp and actually having a genie offer to grant me a wish. I came up with wishing for the power to bend reality to my will. I figured a power like that would pretty much cover everything else. I mean, if I want anything else, I'd have the power to get it myself right? But, then I started to think about it. Reality is relative. The way one person sees the world isn't necessarily how another person might see it. Therefore, my "reality" wouldn't be the same as others. O_o That in mind, I figured that if I were granted the power to bend reality to my will, it would probably only be my own reality. In the end, I probably wouldn't have any actual power. I'd just be delusional. I would be here, thinking that I'm actually making some real changes when, in actuality, the world is remaining exactly the same. Everyone would probably see me as a lunatic and I'd be thrown in the nut house. haha I think I need to think of a better wish.


Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Erykah Badu & Lauryn Hill

They're amaaaaaaaaazing...>:-]


Tuesday, July 20, 2010


Needless to say, I failed my challenge. O_o It sucks, but I shall return.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Current Thoughts

"I look up at the sky and no longer see 'heaven'...Just empty space, periodically brought to life by a sun that is as omnipotent as a pebble sitting on top of a mountain."

I thought this up yesterday, and wanted to use it so badly, buuuuut I feel I have no occasion for least not yet. :-P

Today's story is coming later.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Let's see where we go with this, shall we?

They used to tell her stories about the sky. She remembers, being a little girl, envisioning how the sky must've looked when it cried for 40 days and 40 nights. She once pictured the faces of these ancients as a hand came down and pulled apart the sea like two veils, revealing a path to freedom and the unknown. Oh what adventures she concocted, in her child-mind, with the sky. In one dream, she remembers having, she floated up to the sky. As she rose higher, all the worries of the world faded away as if they were far to heavy to follow where she was now going. Upon reaching the clouds she often stared at, she was greeted by winged beings who extended chubby little fingers and touched hers. She then woke up, with a smile, and wondered when and if these dreams would ever come true. She's in her twenties now, still young, yet old enough to see the world for what it truly is. At times, she still catches herself staring up at the sky remembering her innocent days. It is in moments like these that she smiles that old smile and wonders, Will they ever come true.

hahaha I started, not knowing where'd I'd go with it, and this is where we arrive...O_o

disclaimer: i'm faaaaaaaaaaar from religious. lol


Tuesday, July 13, 2010


Cutting it close tonight...bare with me...


Sparks flashed, giving momentary life to the pitch black night, as bullets and missiles cut through the air with the intent to obliterate anything that stood in their way. Targets were hit, shattered, punctured, destroyed. Families were torn apart, never to be the same again. They watched, helplessly, as the life slowly existed the eyes of fallen members, comrades. The invaders were determined to beat any and all who opposed into submission. In the eyes of these soldiers existed the conviction of those who act for a "good cause".

***Prompt from Six Sentences***

Yes. Kinda struggling. lol


Current Thoughts

I HATE feeling obligated to do something. I am sure that I'm not the only one who feels uncomfortable when that happens. O_o

Be back later with today's story...

Monday, July 12, 2010

APOSTADAY: Point of View

Prompt from The One-Minute Writer

Think about a time you were recently in public. Describe what you were doing, from the point of view of a stranger observing you.

Point of View

The J train was arrived at Myrtle avenue and he got on. He looked mad but it might have just been that typical "New York" face. You know, that "mean" expression people get in public places just so now one messes with them. He looked around the train car, from one end to the other. He kind of seemed to be looking for someone. Or, maybe he was just taking a look at his surroundings. His eyes lingered on one particular female that was looking out of the window, while listening to some music on her Ipod. I guess she must be his type. After a while, he looked down at the floor. I wonder if he was thinking of that girl, or perhaps something else. He took another look around the train car, almost as if to see if anyone was looking at him. This was kind of suspicious to me. "I'd better keep an eye on this one", I thought to myself. Just then, he did something I truly did not expect. He picked his nose. I couldn't stop myself from cringing at the sight of this and he must've noticed. He glanced at me. I glanced back. He stood there, for what seemed like an eternity, looking into my eyes, his finger still slightly in his nose. Awkward.

Rough day. Bare with me! :-P
And I made it with 7minutes to spare...

Sunday, July 11, 2010


Currently on a bus back to NY. Had fun but I feel mentally tired O_o. In any case, heeeeere's ya story.


“Get over here!”


“Get dressed! We’re going to be late, again!”


“Stop taking things away from your brother. Give it back to him!”


“You’re giving me a headache. Sit down and eat your food!”


“Don’t make me get up! If I get up from here, you’re going to regret it!”


It was like this all day. From 7 in the morning until 8 in the evening, Theresa pushed every known button that her mother had. She sat in her couch, exhausted and thought about what she was going to do about Theresa’s ever increasing stubborness. A black leather belt that sat alone near the edge of her mattress began to look very attractive.

“Theresa. Are you going to behave yourself?”


Leather cut through the air with what sounded like a faint sigh. Silence.

“Yes mommy…”

***Prompt from Daily Writing Practice


Saturday, July 10, 2010


I was sitting in a bus on my way to visit my bro and sis-in-law. They moved to Virginia! :-) In any case, I was staring out the window and the sky looked so perfectly clear and blue. It kind of gave me the idea for this. Enjoy!


“Why’s the sky blue?” Edward looked down at his daughter who anxiously awaited a response. He was a little surprised to see such a quizzical look on her face. He opened his mouth to respond but hesitated, as he realized that he really didn’t know what to tell her. What could he say to his five year old who just asked him, what most would consider, a simple question? Does he give her a scientific answer? How would she react, in her innocence, to an explanation of how light reflects off of molecules in the air? Would she still be innocent, then? Does he try to preserve that innocence by telling her a fantastical tale about fairies and magic? This was quite a dilemma. And she still wanted an answer. Edward thought about it for a moment longer. Choosing the lesser of evils, he smiled at his daughter. “Just because.”


Friday, July 9, 2010


This prompt is from The One-Minute Writer.

Friday Fiction: Sequel
Think of a novel or short story you really enjoyed. Write the first few lines of how you think its sequel should begin. (Be sure to tell us what book or story you've chosen!)


Bacon and Grits : The Sequal to Green Eggs and Ham

Hi! I'm Brit!

That Brit!
That Brit!
I do not like that Brit,
one bit!

Do you like Bacon and Grits?

I do not like them, Brit.
I do not like Bacon and Grits.

Would you like them next too a deer?
Would you eat til your plate was clear?

I would not eat them by a deer.
I would not eat til my plate was clear.
I do not like Bacon and Grits.
I do not like them, Brit.

I couldn't help it. I sat here and thought of all the books and stories I've read. And for some reason, that story popped in my head and I couldn't stop laughing. (Good sign, perhaps?) I, literally, laughed the entire time I wrote that. haha. Hope ya like!


Thursday, July 8, 2010


My good friend Juliana asked me to write a little story about "Desire". I hope yall like it!

Her Desire

It was a Saturday, close to sundown. Susan was laying in her bed wearing short shorts and a very thin, matching tank top. The fan was on high and she didn't mind how it made her hair dance. It made her think of those cliché romantic films where the female's hair is blowing wildly in the wind as she awaits for her lover. For her, this was a similar situation. Her friends had invited her to go hang out with them but she declined. She was waiting for him. Others liked to come by earlier, but she usually paid them no mind. It was him that she wanted. And he always came by shortly after sundown. It's almost time. She smiled to herself and lowered the volume on her TV. She always liked to hear him as he got closer. She got her wish. She heard the music coming from his vehicle and quickly jumped out of bed and dashed to her front door. She didn't bother to put on anything over her tank top. I'm sure he won't mind. She ran towards the curb just as he pulled up. She caught her breath and smiled as he looked up at her. Their eyes locked. In that moment, for her, it was like they were the only two on Earth. She slowly walked up to him, biting her lower lip in anticipation. She reached up towards him, a dollar in hand. "One Vanilla Ice Cream cone, please."

Thanks for the idea Julie! :-P


Wednesday, July 7, 2010

APOSTADAY: Can You Dig It?

Here's today's little story!

Can You Dig It?

Jacob and Gary were standing in their client's yard. "We need to have her garden all up set by the time she gets home in 2 hours." Gary glanced at their tools and the unmoved earth, then up at Jacob. "Can you dig it?"

Jacob thought for a moment and remembered last weekend, when Gary invited him over to check out one of his favorite movies, The Warriors. There was a famous scene where all the gangs gathered at a park to a meeting. The highest leader of all the gangs made a proclamation and then asked his followers if they understood his words, by asking, "Can you dig it?"

He smirked and raised his hand to give Gary a high five. Then, in his "hippest" voice, said, "Yeah man, I can dig it!"

Gary looked at him with a quizzical expression. He almost got annoyed by Jacob's seemingly nonchalant attitude about this important job. But, then he also remember his favorite movie. He sighed, shook his head, then pointed at the dirt. "No, man. Can you dig it"

Jacob saw where Gary pointed. "Oh. Yeah man, I can dig it."

I'm sorry if no one gets reference to the movie..its an oldie but goodie...In any case, I hope ya like it.


The Dog

NOT a part of my APOSTADAY challenge...just a silly thing I thought up in the shower...

The Dog

I stare at you
You stare at me
I wonder
where could your master be
You wonder when I'll move
so you can mark your territory.

Lol enjoy. I'll write today's story a little later!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

APOSTADAY: The Delivery

Still going strong!!!!

The Delivery

Edward sat at his desk, tapping his feet. He glanced up at the clock and saw that only a minute had gone by since he last looked. This only made him more anxious. "It's still not here yet, is it?" His coworker was looking at him with an amused smirk.

"I hate this", replied Edward. He looked at the clock again. "The waiting drives me crazy!" Since he made his order yesterday, he had been anticipating his package's arrival today. Not being one to wait, he even paid a little extra for rush delivery. Edward took a deep breath and went on to the website where he could track his package. "Out on delivery", he read. "10 AM?!" It was now 2 in the afternoon.

"This can't be right. Something's wrong."

"Dude." Edward's coworker was laughing now. "Why are you getting this worked up over a game?"

"It's not the game. It's delivering it on time. It's the principle of it all!"

At that moment the UPS man walked into the office. Edward turned to him, wide-eyed, awaiting his name to be called. The man was carrying a small brown envelope, big enough to contain the game Edward had ordered. He held his breath as he saw the UPS man talk to girl at the front desk and she turned to point towards him. Heart racing, biting his lower lip in anticipation, he slowly stood up to receive the UPS man.

"Edward Cruz?"


"Package for you."

"Uh, thanks."

The UPS man made his way out of the office. Edward sat back down and placed his package gently next to him. All was right with the world once more.

***Prompt from Daily Writing Practice***

I hope yall like it!


Monday, July 5, 2010


Another late post for ya!


It was the last weekend of June. Although, it might as well have been the middle of July. The city had been assaulted by a massive heat wave. Every day that week had been at least in high 90s. This weekend seemed to be the peak. All the newspapers and reporters were advising folks to stay in doors and under a fan. But most city people are stubborn. To the parks, they went, where the squirrels and mosquitoes anxiously awaited their free meals. Families were having barbecues. Kids were ignoring their parents and running around and splashing each other with what ever they could find that was wet. It was on a day like this, that John and Mary were celebrating their 8 month anniversary. John wanted to do something special for her, but Mary was surprisingly a girl of simply tastes. A nice picnic at the park was all she needed to be completely satisfied and John was definitely going to deliver. They had set themselves up near a tree, not too far from where the kids were running around. Mary always enjoyed children. John had made sure to prepare all of the foods that he knew she enjoyed. This was going to be perfect. They had just begun to eat and talk about how great it was to have lasted this long, when a water balloons were introduced into the massive water were that was going on. John and Mary paused for a moment to glance at the kids running passed them a few feet away then glanced back at each other smiling. As he looked down to get a small bag of green grapes from the basket, he noticed a weird shadow. It didn't look like a shadow that a tree branch would make. No. It looked circular. The shadow also seemed to be getting bigger by the second. John quickly looked up and saw a big red object hurling towards them. It was much larger than your typical water balloon. Apparently, someone cheated and used a real balloon. So much for things being perfect.

***Prompt from Daily Writing Practice***

Hope you like it!


Sunday, July 4, 2010


Whoooo I'm super late with this one...but here we go...


"Lola! Sit!" Her calls went on ignored as Lola continued to jump merrily, barking salutations to her friend whom she hadn't seen in so long. Karma, eagerly barking in response, broke free from his masters and quickly ran across the office. Lola joined him in a dog's version of tag, running and barking happily from one end of the office to another. Everyone, far too entertained to work, simply sat back and watched as both dogs continued their game and ignored their masters' calls. With all the commotion, they failed to notice the intern walking in with a tray full of iced coffee for the guests who would be arriving shortly. Lola, being so small and quick, simply ran under her legs as she made her away to safety. Karma, lacking in grace, charged after her. Time seemed to slow down, as everyone knew what was to come next. "Oh no! Look out!" rung through the office, seemingly in a slow dull tone. When time resumed its normal pace, the floor, karma, and the intern's new blouse were stained with coffee. They took a hold of both dogs and kept them separated. "Ugh", sighed Lola's owner knowing that she would now have to apologize to everyone for her poorly trained pup. A nervous look appeared on everyone's face as they realized that their potential clients would be be arriving and there was no longer any iced coffee to entice them with. They all turned to the intern with the sullied blouse and saw embarrassed tears starting their journey down her cheeks. This definitely wasn't the way she expected her first day to be.

***Prompt from One-Minute Writer

Bare with me...haha I'm already starting to struggle...


Saturday, July 3, 2010


Still half asleep! :-P


"Captain, they're everywhere! What are we going to do?!"

"Calm yourself Lieutenant. I have the situation perfectly under control."

"But, we're surrounded! They're getting closer and closer! How do you expect to get us out of this?"

"Remember the chain of command. I will not allow myself to be beaten by the likes of them. It's time to use it."

"It? Are you sure, sir?"

"Yes Lieutenant. It's time to teach them what happens when they invade another's territory. Is it ready, yet?"

"Yes sir, it is!"

"Ok. Ready. Aim. FIRE!"

Five minutes later, the hallway was filled with the scent of roach spray. Mr & Mrs. Stevenson moved into their apartment a week later, to start their newly married life.

***Prompt from Daily Writing Practice***

Bare with me ok! lol


Friday, July 2, 2010

APOSTADAY: The One-Minute Writer

Whats up! I hope yall ready for the short short I have for ya!

The One-minute Writer

The clock displayed one minute. One minute to write. One minute to create. One minute. He stared at the sheet of paper before him. But nothing came to him. Frustration started to settle in and he quickly reached for another Oreo cookie. Maybe the sugar rush would inspire him. Time was running out and he started tapping his feet nervously. This is too much pressure! Something in the back of his mind told him to calm down. Take a deep breath. He closed his eyes. Inhale. Exhale. His eyes opened, looking down at his page. A smirk on his lips signified a potentially good idea. He grabbed his pen quickly and started to write. "The clock displayed one minute."

Hope you guys liked this one!


Thursday, July 1, 2010


It's begun! Day one of my post-a-day challenge for July! As promised, each day I will attempt to write a short story or short short for you guys. I hope that this will be a fun and entertaining ride for the both of us. So without further delay...HERE WE GO!

5 p.m. Mid-fall. The residents of the city were already wearing their heavy coats, as the weather seemed to have wanted to give them a tiny preview of the frost Winter that was to come. Roaring loudly , overpowering the sounds of the cars and trucks that ran over the bridge, the M train emerged out from the tunnel and made its way towards Marcy avenue. This train wasn't very full, which is very uncharacteristic for an inner city train during rush hour. There was a wide range of passengers; students, business men, your typical tourist. The train doors opened, upon reaching its stop, allowing new yet similar faces to enter the train car. As the doors were about the close, a last minute passenger slipped through at the last moment. This is a common occurrence on trains so hardly anyone took notice. It wasn't until the train started to move, that man stood out from the rest. Aside from the fact that he was the only one who wasn't seated, standing at the far end of the car, he wasn't dressed like anyone else. Where they had their heavy coats and jackets, he had a thin blazer, that was clearly old and used with a variety of stains and smudges all over. While others had thick jeans or pants, accompanied with long johns to help against the cold, this man only had a pair of thin, worn out sweats that may have been grey, once upon a time. To shield his feet, he had on some tattered, beat up sneakers that may have belonged to a runner long ago, before it came to his possession. This totem of the inner city stared at train car of passengers with his tired eyes, remembering when he was once "one of them". For a moment, he reminisced of days when his presence was acknowledged and he enjoyed the simple pleasures of eye contact. No one looked up. He sighed deeply and, with his most sincere voice, he called for the attention of everyone in the car. No one glanced up. He proceeded to shuffle his feet slowly towards the other end of the car, reciting the tragic story of his life. Glancing from one face to another, he asked for these strangers to look into their own hearts and realize that anyone could be in the same position he was currently in. Still, no one glanced up. He asked what many others before him have asked. If anyone could find it in their hearts to spare some change, or perhaps something to eat...Alas, no reaction. He reached the end of the train car. The train was now approaching, thus signalling the end of the time he had to win over the hearts of these strangers. He turned once more towards them all, although looking slightly different. There seemed to be new life in his eyes as if a small spark of his former self had suddenly been lit. With a loud voice he hadn't used in years, he said, "You fucking people...can't even spare some fucking change so a guy can get a meal...". As if saying took all the energy out of him, he shrunk back to his usual self and shuffled out of the train as the doors opened. Just then, someone wearing an "I Love NY" cap sneezed and someone sitting across from him said, "Bless you."

****Prompt from One-Minute Writer

haha I think I'm rusty...