Thursday, July 28, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Untitled
Yet another short short conceived in the shower. haha. Enjoy.
John took a deep breath as he stepped closer to the edge of the cliff. He pushed a small pebble off the end and stared apprehensively as it fell. A light summer wind blew by and he close his eyes. Good day to die. He mused, morbidly. John could feel his heart thumping loudly. He looked up at the sky and wished his wife was still with him. But she was already gone. She's waiting for you on the other side. The thought comforted him a little, even strengthened his resolve. He had to jump. He wanted -- no, needed to do it. Let it all go. The worries. The doubt. He needed to be free of it all. John took one last deep breath, closed his eyes again, and finally stepped over the edge. He felt the wind on his face and opened his eyes again. He wanted to take it all in, if only one time. The world, though rushing by him, seemed to slow down. Everything that had once weighed on his mind disappeared. A sense of peace had come over him. He was free. A tiny smirk appeared on his lips as he reached up and grabbed a small object on his shoulder. He pulled it and his descent slowed rapidly as the parachute shot out of his backpack. He slowly glided down to the target area where he was meant to land. A feeling of relief swept over him. Jane stood looking up at the figure that was slowly gliding down. She smiled, proud that her husband had conquered his fear of heights.
John took a deep breath as he stepped closer to the edge of the cliff. He pushed a small pebble off the end and stared apprehensively as it fell. A light summer wind blew by and he close his eyes. Good day to die. He mused, morbidly. John could feel his heart thumping loudly. He looked up at the sky and wished his wife was still with him. But she was already gone. She's waiting for you on the other side. The thought comforted him a little, even strengthened his resolve. He had to jump. He wanted -- no, needed to do it. Let it all go. The worries. The doubt. He needed to be free of it all. John took one last deep breath, closed his eyes again, and finally stepped over the edge. He felt the wind on his face and opened his eyes again. He wanted to take it all in, if only one time. The world, though rushing by him, seemed to slow down. Everything that had once weighed on his mind disappeared. A sense of peace had come over him. He was free. A tiny smirk appeared on his lips as he reached up and grabbed a small object on his shoulder. He pulled it and his descent slowed rapidly as the parachute shot out of his backpack. He slowly glided down to the target area where he was meant to land. A feeling of relief swept over him. Jane stood looking up at the figure that was slowly gliding down. She smiled, proud that her husband had conquered his fear of heights.
Friday, July 22, 2011
The Map
First time writing in a long while...way way way too rusty lol But here goes.
Prompt from Daily Writing Practice
Luther stared up at the sky frowning, straining to recall what he learned years ago. Let the stars be your guide. Let them help you find your way. Janice stood by her husband's side with her arms crossed. She tried to be patient with him, but could not understand why he was being so stubborn. "Honey, we're going to be late. Why don't you just-"
"Let the stars be your guide...", Luther interrupted, reciting his mantra.
"What?"
"I know what I'm doing. Don't worry. We'll be on our way in just a minute."
"Are you really looking at the stars for direction? Look, we're late enough as it is. Stop goofing around already and lets get going!"
"Let the stars be your guide.", Luther repeated, becoming more frustrated. A few minutes elapsed and he looked down at his watch. He glanced at his wife who stared back at him frowning, with her arms still crossed. "Alright, alright. Fine."
Luther and Janice returned to their car and turned on their GPS navigation system.
"Happy now?"
"Very."
Prompt from Daily Writing Practice
Luther stared up at the sky frowning, straining to recall what he learned years ago. Let the stars be your guide. Let them help you find your way. Janice stood by her husband's side with her arms crossed. She tried to be patient with him, but could not understand why he was being so stubborn. "Honey, we're going to be late. Why don't you just-"
"Let the stars be your guide...", Luther interrupted, reciting his mantra.
"What?"
"I know what I'm doing. Don't worry. We'll be on our way in just a minute."
"Are you really looking at the stars for direction? Look, we're late enough as it is. Stop goofing around already and lets get going!"
"Let the stars be your guide.", Luther repeated, becoming more frustrated. A few minutes elapsed and he looked down at his watch. He glanced at his wife who stared back at him frowning, with her arms still crossed. "Alright, alright. Fine."
Luther and Janice returned to their car and turned on their GPS navigation system.
"Happy now?"
"Very."
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Not Dead Yet!!
I am sorry. Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. :-)
Don't worry...I'll come up with some writing very very soon.
Don't worry...I'll come up with some writing very very soon.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Update
Successfully moved. Was stressful as hell. O_o Still have some cleaning/unpacking to do. Once that's dead and down with, I shall return! >:-]
Peace
Peace
Monday, November 15, 2010
Be Right Back!
I know I promised to do the postaday challenge...buuut I didn't know I'd be moving...So this is part of why I haven't been writing. Hopefully, after I'd settled in, I can get back into it. >:-] I've got some stories to tell..
Peace!
Peace!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
APOSTADAY: Left Behind
Prompt from Daily Writing Practice:
Left Behind
It was the hottest day in Summer. Taking full opportunity of this, someone decided to throw a party at their Summer house near the beach. The house was near the beach, earning this party the title, Beach Bash. Fliers were printed, handed out. Friends were invited and these friends invited their friends. This party was going to be huge. Even people from all over the area would be coming, even people who were an hour or two away driving. This included Jimmy and his friends. He could picture the fun he'd be having. Girls would be running around in skimpy bikinis. Friends would be playing drinking games. At least one person would be going streaking. This was going to be great! He had his beachwear packed, his camera charged, money set aside for a beer run, and a little black book for collecting phone numbers tucked in the pocket of his book bag. Everything was set. Everything was good to go. If only he had anticipated one thing, transportation. His friends all hitched rides. They assumed he'd find a way to get their as well. They assumed wrong. One of his friends felt pretty bad, not bad enough to stay behind, but pretty bad. His attempt at consoling Jimmy : "I'll take tons of pics, so you wont feel like you missed a thing." Great friends.
I think I forced this one..haha..
Left Behind
It was the hottest day in Summer. Taking full opportunity of this, someone decided to throw a party at their Summer house near the beach. The house was near the beach, earning this party the title, Beach Bash. Fliers were printed, handed out. Friends were invited and these friends invited their friends. This party was going to be huge. Even people from all over the area would be coming, even people who were an hour or two away driving. This included Jimmy and his friends. He could picture the fun he'd be having. Girls would be running around in skimpy bikinis. Friends would be playing drinking games. At least one person would be going streaking. This was going to be great! He had his beachwear packed, his camera charged, money set aside for a beer run, and a little black book for collecting phone numbers tucked in the pocket of his book bag. Everything was set. Everything was good to go. If only he had anticipated one thing, transportation. His friends all hitched rides. They assumed he'd find a way to get their as well. They assumed wrong. One of his friends felt pretty bad, not bad enough to stay behind, but pretty bad. His attempt at consoling Jimmy : "I'll take tons of pics, so you wont feel like you missed a thing." Great friends.
I think I forced this one..haha..
Monday, November 1, 2010
APOSTADAY: A Moment
Edward walked into the kitchen and saw his mother cleaning the chicken she would use to make dinner. He saw that she hadn't noticed him yet and smiled.
"Mom."
No answer.
"Mom."
No answer.
"Mom."
"Momma."
"Mommy."
"Ma."
"Ma."
"Ma!"
She slammed the knife, looked up away from him. "What, Edward? What?!"
"Love you."
I really didn't know what to write...haha bare with me. This is only the beginning of the challenge!
Peace
"Mom."
No answer.
"Mom."
No answer.
"Mom."
"Momma."
"Mommy."
"Ma."
"Ma."
"Ma!"
She slammed the knife, looked up away from him. "What, Edward? What?!"
"Love you."
I really didn't know what to write...haha bare with me. This is only the beginning of the challenge!
Peace
Friday, October 29, 2010
November APOSTADAY Challenge
Well, I tried it before. I failed. This time, I'll make sure I get it done! Next month (November), I will, once again, challenge myself to write at least one prose every day. TUM TUM TUM!!!!
Disclaimer: I may or may not include weekends in this challenge. lol
Peace!
Disclaimer: I may or may not include weekends in this challenge. lol
Peace!
Untitled
I was tossing and turning and, without realizing it, I started narrating a lil story in my head haha...it seemed so good to me I just had to get up and post it, before I forgot the details. so, here goes...
Jenny half-stumbled into her apartment, clothes stained, her hair a mess. She locked her door and turned around with her hand on her stomach. She let her hand slowly run down to her thigh, knowing she'd find a bruise there. My God, they sure were rough with me tonight, she thought to herself. But, deep down, she knew she enjoyed it. That's why she kept going back. If mom and dad could see me now. The thought brought up an old feeling of shame. A feeling instilled by her parents and their views of how a lady should conduct herself. The feeling quickly faded, though, as she quickly reminded herself that she's her own woman now. She chooses the way she wants to live her life. She sighed and walked towards the kitchen, wondering if there was anything there to eat. Just then, her roommate walked out of the bathroom and looked at her. Eyes widened, she said, "Wow, Jenny. You look a total mess."
"Yep."
"You must really enjoy playing football with those guys."
Jenny smiled happily, "Yep."
Hope you enjoyed that!
Peace
Jenny half-stumbled into her apartment, clothes stained, her hair a mess. She locked her door and turned around with her hand on her stomach. She let her hand slowly run down to her thigh, knowing she'd find a bruise there. My God, they sure were rough with me tonight, she thought to herself. But, deep down, she knew she enjoyed it. That's why she kept going back. If mom and dad could see me now. The thought brought up an old feeling of shame. A feeling instilled by her parents and their views of how a lady should conduct herself. The feeling quickly faded, though, as she quickly reminded herself that she's her own woman now. She chooses the way she wants to live her life. She sighed and walked towards the kitchen, wondering if there was anything there to eat. Just then, her roommate walked out of the bathroom and looked at her. Eyes widened, she said, "Wow, Jenny. You look a total mess."
"Yep."
"You must really enjoy playing football with those guys."
Jenny smiled happily, "Yep."
Hope you enjoyed that!
Peace
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
The King
Prompt from Daily Writing Practice.
The King
He stared at his adversary with a slight trace of malice, which he tried very hard to conceal. "I must not let him know what I'm thinking", he reminded himself. To hide ones emotions. To become unpredictable. These were but a few keys to victory. They had been locked in combat for hours, though it felt like days. Even he, with all his concentration, was unable to hide the weariness in his eyes. For a brief moment, they wandered and he glanced at his king. Instantly, he was reminded of what he had sworn to protect. "You will not take my king", he yell internally. His eyes met the eyes of his adversary. Both had begun to sweat profusely, as the tension between them continued to build. Each, as determined as the other, remained unwavering. But, only one could succeed. One man's King would fall today. He took a deep breath to settle his nerves. Suddenly, everything became clear to him. It was as if with an exhale, the obstacles in his mind were cleared and he could now see a path to victory. He made his move. It was, indeed, daring. He grinned at his adversary, who never saw it coming, and said, "Checkmate."
Lol When I saw the prompt, I didn't really want to write about a literal King. sooo I embraced my inner geek and wrote about Chess. :-] Hope yall liked it.
Peace
The King
He stared at his adversary with a slight trace of malice, which he tried very hard to conceal. "I must not let him know what I'm thinking", he reminded himself. To hide ones emotions. To become unpredictable. These were but a few keys to victory. They had been locked in combat for hours, though it felt like days. Even he, with all his concentration, was unable to hide the weariness in his eyes. For a brief moment, they wandered and he glanced at his king. Instantly, he was reminded of what he had sworn to protect. "You will not take my king", he yell internally. His eyes met the eyes of his adversary. Both had begun to sweat profusely, as the tension between them continued to build. Each, as determined as the other, remained unwavering. But, only one could succeed. One man's King would fall today. He took a deep breath to settle his nerves. Suddenly, everything became clear to him. It was as if with an exhale, the obstacles in his mind were cleared and he could now see a path to victory. He made his move. It was, indeed, daring. He grinned at his adversary, who never saw it coming, and said, "Checkmate."
Lol When I saw the prompt, I didn't really want to write about a literal King. sooo I embraced my inner geek and wrote about Chess. :-] Hope yall liked it.
Peace
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sunlight
From One Word.
It bathed him. He brought his hands to his face and pretended to rub some of it on himself as if it were water, or perhaps lotions. It was almost unnerving. So long, it felt, since he shut himself away from the world. And now, he was outside. The sky was a bright and clear blue. It was almost as if the earth wanted to mark this rare occasion, his emerging from his dwelling, with near perfect weather. So appreciative was he, that he allowed himself to be encompassed wholly in the moment. He just stood there, on his stoop; eyes closed, chin tilted upwards, palms facing forward. One would think he was "receiving" something, a message, a gift perhaps, through the sunlight. Nothing else near him mattered. Not the junkie stumbling by who stopped for a brief moment to ask him for change, but realized the man on the stoop was in his pajamas and slippers, and continued shuffling on. Nor the young teen speeding down the street, his Yankees cap flying off of his head, yet, he did not slow down because a lady was chasing him, screaming for him to give her back the purse he was clutching to. Nor the sounds of yelling coming from the neighboring building. Nor the police sirens that seemed to be getting closer and closer; possibly to answer the call another neighbor made, complaining about the yelling. No. He noticed nothing. In fact, to him, he wasn't even in the city, or even in New York. At this very moment, he was in the country; a field perhaps. He was surrounded by hundreds of Sunflowers, all leaning towards the source of this wonderful light that bathe him. Was he still a human being? No, for now, I suppose he was a sunflower too.
So i'm rusty...lol
Peace
It bathed him. He brought his hands to his face and pretended to rub some of it on himself as if it were water, or perhaps lotions. It was almost unnerving. So long, it felt, since he shut himself away from the world. And now, he was outside. The sky was a bright and clear blue. It was almost as if the earth wanted to mark this rare occasion, his emerging from his dwelling, with near perfect weather. So appreciative was he, that he allowed himself to be encompassed wholly in the moment. He just stood there, on his stoop; eyes closed, chin tilted upwards, palms facing forward. One would think he was "receiving" something, a message, a gift perhaps, through the sunlight. Nothing else near him mattered. Not the junkie stumbling by who stopped for a brief moment to ask him for change, but realized the man on the stoop was in his pajamas and slippers, and continued shuffling on. Nor the young teen speeding down the street, his Yankees cap flying off of his head, yet, he did not slow down because a lady was chasing him, screaming for him to give her back the purse he was clutching to. Nor the sounds of yelling coming from the neighboring building. Nor the police sirens that seemed to be getting closer and closer; possibly to answer the call another neighbor made, complaining about the yelling. No. He noticed nothing. In fact, to him, he wasn't even in the city, or even in New York. At this very moment, he was in the country; a field perhaps. He was surrounded by hundreds of Sunflowers, all leaning towards the source of this wonderful light that bathe him. Was he still a human being? No, for now, I suppose he was a sunflower too.
So i'm rusty...lol
Peace
Friday, October 8, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Amazing! This Is So Incredibly Retarded!
I can't express how funny I found this video! Oh man...
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Friday, August 13, 2010
Geek Mode
I have officially lost my mind. hahaha Coworker brought in some big ass glasses, so I decided to put em on :-P
Boredom at its best.
Peace!
Boredom at its best.
Peace!
Friday The 13th???
Alrighty. I'm not the superstitious type. But, check this out. This morning, on my way to work, I walked under a ladder. When I got into the office building, I called the elevator. As it was coming down, I realized I didn't but anything to drink, so I rushed out and went to the corner store. I come back, call the elevator again. But, this time, it wasn't coming down. O_o It was officially "out of order". haha So, my coworker and I go up in the freight elevator. We get into the office, open up...we were expecting to hear a beep from the alarm, to let us know to disarm it with the code. But, we heard no beeping. I walk over to the lights to flick it on and, as it turned on, the alarm started blaring! haha I am currently partially deaf. :-)
Happy Friday the 13...
Peace!
Happy Friday the 13...
Peace!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Dangers of Boredom
My coworker n I have been buying Kettle Brand Chips for a while..and we noticed they made a change...first in the packaging....n then they switched to using sea salt...and chips just don't taste as good as they used to...soooo we...being the bored turds we are...decided to go to their website and write them an email...lmfao his idea....my words....it.......was......EPIC!
When I wrote this...I was thinking of this character Ignatius in this book Confederacy of Dunces...so funny
"To whom It May Concern:
I have been a very loyal customer for a while now. And I have come to notice the increasing decline in your products quality. I find myself distraught whenever I bite into one of these chips, expecting an overcoming feeling of rich salty flavor, only to find a dull taste. I am also displeased at your recent choice in packaging. I feel that the original material you used to use would suffice. I have concluded that this shabby package you use now, is partially responsible for the lack in richness your chips now have. I, as your ever-faithful customer, ask that you cease these offenses against decency. Return to us the high quality chips we once fell in love with.
Yours Truly,
J. Lopez
P.s. As I am sure there are many other disgruntled (yet loyal) customers, who have undoubtedly spent half of their salaries buying these products, I feel some sort of remuneration is in order. Perhaps a 50% discount to your products (preferably for life) or a new position in your company (an official taste tester who will be experienced enough to let you know whether or not your chips are living up to their full potential)."
lol My coworker actually took this a step forward and found them on fb...and ended up leaving part of the email there. tooooo funny!
My only regret is that I can't be there to see the look on the person's face when they read that email.
Peace
When I wrote this...I was thinking of this character Ignatius in this book Confederacy of Dunces...so funny
"To whom It May Concern:
I have been a very loyal customer for a while now. And I have come to notice the increasing decline in your products quality. I find myself distraught whenever I bite into one of these chips, expecting an overcoming feeling of rich salty flavor, only to find a dull taste. I am also displeased at your recent choice in packaging. I feel that the original material you used to use would suffice. I have concluded that this shabby package you use now, is partially responsible for the lack in richness your chips now have. I, as your ever-faithful customer, ask that you cease these offenses against decency. Return to us the high quality chips we once fell in love with.
Yours Truly,
J. Lopez
P.s. As I am sure there are many other disgruntled (yet loyal) customers, who have undoubtedly spent half of their salaries buying these products, I feel some sort of remuneration is in order. Perhaps a 50% discount to your products (preferably for life) or a new position in your company (an official taste tester who will be experienced enough to let you know whether or not your chips are living up to their full potential)."
lol My coworker actually took this a step forward and found them on fb...and ended up leaving part of the email there. tooooo funny!
My only regret is that I can't be there to see the look on the person's face when they read that email.
Peace
Friday, August 6, 2010
Photoshop: Goofing Around
Just felt like posting some stuff I did...Two of 'em were from tutorials. Click on them to see full size!
Pretty friggin cool eh!?
Peace
Pretty friggin cool eh!?
Peace
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.
Peace!
Peace!
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