My husband and I were so excited when the contractions started, or maybe I should say that I was excited after the pain had passed. I've felt worse pain, so this didn't really bother me. We got to the hospital but my doctor was nowhere to be found. Instead, Dr. Carriage informed me that he was filling in for my doctor who was called away for a family emergency. I was a little apprehensive but I was offered no other choice.
Later that night, I gave birth to a little girl. She was tiny and red with a head full of brown hair. The doctor took her from me and my husband after we held her because he said she was having some problems. We grew concerned and my husband asked, "what kind of problems."
The doctor wasn't very forthcoming. Eventually, he told us that she was having breathing problems, her tongue was purple. We found that odd since she seemed to be fine while we were holding her. I asked him if I could try to feed her and the doctor said that he would need to put in a feeding tube. Something in my brain went off - a small alert. This isn't right, I remembered thinking, something's off.
And, how right I was.
I asked about feeding her again and he repeated what he said before about the feeding tube. I then asked him to go ahead and place it because I didn't want her to starve to death. He told me that he couldn't place the tube because she was dying. I didn't believe him at that point. She was healthy when my husband and I took turns holding her. I told him that he was a liar and that I wanted to see my baby. He cut my IV and told me nastily that I would see how pain feels because he wasn't going to give me any more medication.
At that point, pain medicine be damned, I was determined to see my daughter. Nothing was going to stop me, so I rose from my bed, an hour after giving birth, and walked up to this guy and looked him the eyes. My husband called in security and told them he was calling the police on this doctor, because he wouldn't help our child and because he was threatening me. The security guard made me get back in bed and detained the doctor for further questioning and another doctor was assigned to us.
The police came and arrested Dr. Carriage. That wasn't his real name. The new doctor came in and she explained everything to us and gave me my pain medicine back, although I wasn't concerned about my pain at the moment. All I wanted was my daughter. My husband went and got her and gave her to me. She was fine. No feeding tube was needed.
Apparently, Dr. Carriage had moved around the US picking women with long, complicated medical histories to target. He would tell them their child was dying or dead and that they couldn't see their child, then, take the child home for his wife to raise. They had done this successfully six times. His wife couldn't have children. My daughter was going to be the latest in a long line of kidnappings. This doctor showed no remorse. He told the police that he would do it again because he'd do anything for his wife. I asked about the children and the police officer said that someone was in the process of finding their birth parents and returning them home.
My husband grabbed my hand. I held our daughter while he held me, and we were happy.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
The Hospital, Restaurant, and Myth Busters
Last night, I journeyed to Augusta, GA. It all started with a phone call from my aunt telling me that my grandmother was going to the hospital. I drove as fast as I could to get to Doctor's Hospital. I somehow parked outside of the ambulance entrance as they were asking the ER for a stretcher.
My grandmother and my aunt came out of the entrance and saw me. My grandmother hugged me and started crying. She said that she was glad I came down. I'm not sure why she was there but my aunt told me that soon she would start to forget us all. I just felt incredibly sad.
I drove away in tears and ended up at a restaurant with belly dancers and food from Istanbul. As I was sitting down to eat before hitting the road again, the place was raided by police. I got out and got back to my car with an extra passenger. It was one of the waiters. He was going to take me to the myth buster's experiment set up in Augusta.
We arrived and Jaime handed me an assault rifle and a bullet. I was confused by the bullet. He had several targets set up with different numbers. He told me to shoot through the targets and for each target I hit, he would take money off of my credit card bills. I thought, all right. So, I tried to load the gun and didn't realize the gun was preloaded and the safety was off. I managed to shoot out a lamp with a spray of bullets. Jaime got really angry at me and started cussing me out. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside to inform the staff to give me the world's worst experiment award and that I was never allowed back. The staff looked shocked and I started to tear up. Jaime stormed out and the staff apologized to me. They said he wasn't normally like that but nothing they said made me feel better. I told them I was going to tell everyone how disrespectful they were and that they had no problem of me returning, I didn't want to. A girl from the staff followed me to my car and profusely apologized, but I just didn't care. And, I left.
My grandmother and my aunt came out of the entrance and saw me. My grandmother hugged me and started crying. She said that she was glad I came down. I'm not sure why she was there but my aunt told me that soon she would start to forget us all. I just felt incredibly sad.
I drove away in tears and ended up at a restaurant with belly dancers and food from Istanbul. As I was sitting down to eat before hitting the road again, the place was raided by police. I got out and got back to my car with an extra passenger. It was one of the waiters. He was going to take me to the myth buster's experiment set up in Augusta.
We arrived and Jaime handed me an assault rifle and a bullet. I was confused by the bullet. He had several targets set up with different numbers. He told me to shoot through the targets and for each target I hit, he would take money off of my credit card bills. I thought, all right. So, I tried to load the gun and didn't realize the gun was preloaded and the safety was off. I managed to shoot out a lamp with a spray of bullets. Jaime got really angry at me and started cussing me out. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside to inform the staff to give me the world's worst experiment award and that I was never allowed back. The staff looked shocked and I started to tear up. Jaime stormed out and the staff apologized to me. They said he wasn't normally like that but nothing they said made me feel better. I told them I was going to tell everyone how disrespectful they were and that they had no problem of me returning, I didn't want to. A girl from the staff followed me to my car and profusely apologized, but I just didn't care. And, I left.
Friday, September 14, 2012
The Spider Apocalypse
There were spiders everywhere! All throughout the town! These weren't your average, oh look it's a cute jumping spider, no. These spiders ranged from garden spider sized to tarantula, and they were going to take over the town.
Now, I realize how ridiculous that sounds, but it's true.
They had already taken over the bodies of Ms. Myers and Ms. Phyllis down the street. They hit the nursing home and doctor's offices first, picking off the older and the weak. The more brightly colored a spider is, the more dangerous it is. These spiders ranged from a cream color (which wasn't so dangerous) to bright neon colors (that could kill you with one bite). Once these spiders killed you, they reanimated your body and a spider controlled it. People would just walk around and the spiders would trick you this way and attack you because you couldn't tell the difference between the dead and alive at night.
There were webs everywhere. You couldn't walk without getting stuck in a damn web. And, I hate that.
I watched a group of a teenagers get into a car to leave town. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. I watched as a clearly infected friend, which the others didn't realize because they didn't know what to look for at night, locked the doors and infected the entire car.
Morons.
I hid in quiet cover behind some bushes near the Swanson's old house. They were one of the first families converted, so the spiders left this place alone a long time ago.
I was trying to figure out how to escape without being noticed. I heard talk over the radio about the town basically being blown up in the morning. If I left by car, it would be too obvious. The spiders would know. If I walked, the spiders could tell I wasn't infected yet. If I rode a bike, the same. The spiders hadn't gotten beyond the town yet because there was still food here.
I laid on my stomach and wiggled through the backyard. I got to the hole in the fence and cut across to the next house. It was still dark. I made my way to the first doctor's office that was hit by these spiders. No one knows where they came from or how they got here. I was on my own with no other survivors. It was better that way. No one to slow you down or get you caught by these things.
I saw a creme colored garden shaped spider guarding the office. I was going to need medical supplies to add to my book bag if I was going to attempt this trip. I silently smashed the spider with my shoe, hoping that I killed it before it could signal to the others.
The spiders had a telepathic way of communicating. If one spider saw people still alive at the house, it would signal to the nest (which I still haven't found, thankfully) and the nest would descend upon that house before you could even scream. I had seen it done lots of times. How did I escape, you ask. I climbed out of a back window and watched my family be eaten. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to witness, even harder still because their bodies are still walking around being controlled by spiders.
I got into the office successfully, looked around for spiders, and continued my search. I grabbed a bunch of medications, gauze, and anything else that looked useful. Then, I left out of the back window and hid below in the brush. The spiders hadn't seen me. I passed by the pet store on the way to the verge of the town.
I had found the nest. It was in the pet store.
I crept by silently. I hope that none would see me.
Finally, I was at the verge of town. It was guarded by massive spiders with massive webs. They didn't want anyone to escape through here. It was dawn. If I didn't leave now, I would never be able to leave again. I heard a noise behind me and hit the ground. Three drones were overhead and they blasted the spiders and the webs with missiles. The spiders died and the webs caught fire.
I was almost knocked out by the blast.
The drones continued their attacks through town. I had better run before the real explosions happen. I think the army just wanted to see what they were dealing with and if it had spread to anywhere else.
I ran as fast as I've ever run in my life. I found an abandoned car and checked it thoroughly for spiders. It was clean so I got in and drove. I put the pedal down and didn't stop. I looked behind me in my rear view mirror and saw the mushroom cloud.
Bye Bye, spiders.
Now, I realize how ridiculous that sounds, but it's true.
They had already taken over the bodies of Ms. Myers and Ms. Phyllis down the street. They hit the nursing home and doctor's offices first, picking off the older and the weak. The more brightly colored a spider is, the more dangerous it is. These spiders ranged from a cream color (which wasn't so dangerous) to bright neon colors (that could kill you with one bite). Once these spiders killed you, they reanimated your body and a spider controlled it. People would just walk around and the spiders would trick you this way and attack you because you couldn't tell the difference between the dead and alive at night.
There were webs everywhere. You couldn't walk without getting stuck in a damn web. And, I hate that.
I watched a group of a teenagers get into a car to leave town. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. I watched as a clearly infected friend, which the others didn't realize because they didn't know what to look for at night, locked the doors and infected the entire car.
Morons.
I hid in quiet cover behind some bushes near the Swanson's old house. They were one of the first families converted, so the spiders left this place alone a long time ago.
I was trying to figure out how to escape without being noticed. I heard talk over the radio about the town basically being blown up in the morning. If I left by car, it would be too obvious. The spiders would know. If I walked, the spiders could tell I wasn't infected yet. If I rode a bike, the same. The spiders hadn't gotten beyond the town yet because there was still food here.
I laid on my stomach and wiggled through the backyard. I got to the hole in the fence and cut across to the next house. It was still dark. I made my way to the first doctor's office that was hit by these spiders. No one knows where they came from or how they got here. I was on my own with no other survivors. It was better that way. No one to slow you down or get you caught by these things.
I saw a creme colored garden shaped spider guarding the office. I was going to need medical supplies to add to my book bag if I was going to attempt this trip. I silently smashed the spider with my shoe, hoping that I killed it before it could signal to the others.
The spiders had a telepathic way of communicating. If one spider saw people still alive at the house, it would signal to the nest (which I still haven't found, thankfully) and the nest would descend upon that house before you could even scream. I had seen it done lots of times. How did I escape, you ask. I climbed out of a back window and watched my family be eaten. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to witness, even harder still because their bodies are still walking around being controlled by spiders.
I got into the office successfully, looked around for spiders, and continued my search. I grabbed a bunch of medications, gauze, and anything else that looked useful. Then, I left out of the back window and hid below in the brush. The spiders hadn't seen me. I passed by the pet store on the way to the verge of the town.
I had found the nest. It was in the pet store.
I crept by silently. I hope that none would see me.
Finally, I was at the verge of town. It was guarded by massive spiders with massive webs. They didn't want anyone to escape through here. It was dawn. If I didn't leave now, I would never be able to leave again. I heard a noise behind me and hit the ground. Three drones were overhead and they blasted the spiders and the webs with missiles. The spiders died and the webs caught fire.
I was almost knocked out by the blast.
The drones continued their attacks through town. I had better run before the real explosions happen. I think the army just wanted to see what they were dealing with and if it had spread to anywhere else.
I ran as fast as I've ever run in my life. I found an abandoned car and checked it thoroughly for spiders. It was clean so I got in and drove. I put the pedal down and didn't stop. I looked behind me in my rear view mirror and saw the mushroom cloud.
Bye Bye, spiders.
Friday, August 31, 2012
The Savannah River Nightmare
I've had this dream that reoccurs every so often, but I've had it since I was six years old.
I am in a blue car. Sometimes I'm with people, but this time I was by myself. I am driving down Gordon Highway in Augusta trying to make it to North Augusta. As I'm driving across the Savannah River bridge, I look down and think that's quite a fall. Then, another car, out of nowhere, hits me and noses me to the edge of the bridge. My car breaks through the guard rail and I scream.
The car plunges downward. It feels like I'm falling for hours. It's like time stops. I can't breath or move. I'm thrown against my seat with tremendous force. Then, the car smashes into the water and I hit my head hard on the steering wheel. The car starts to fill up with water. I can't get out of my seat belt. I fumble and struggle to get out of the car. Finally, the seat belt is off but the car has sunk quickly and is now filling up with water. I try opening the door. No good. I try breaking the glass window. It won't break. The car is still filling up with water.
I try to kick the window hoping there's enough pressure to crack it. There isn't.
The car is almost full of water. I'm swallowing air at the tiny pocket at the top of the car.
I'm still trying to kick the window open but it won't budge. I'm almost at the bottom of the river now. Finally, the car is full of water and I can't breathe.
I die.
I am in a blue car. Sometimes I'm with people, but this time I was by myself. I am driving down Gordon Highway in Augusta trying to make it to North Augusta. As I'm driving across the Savannah River bridge, I look down and think that's quite a fall. Then, another car, out of nowhere, hits me and noses me to the edge of the bridge. My car breaks through the guard rail and I scream.
The car plunges downward. It feels like I'm falling for hours. It's like time stops. I can't breath or move. I'm thrown against my seat with tremendous force. Then, the car smashes into the water and I hit my head hard on the steering wheel. The car starts to fill up with water. I can't get out of my seat belt. I fumble and struggle to get out of the car. Finally, the seat belt is off but the car has sunk quickly and is now filling up with water. I try opening the door. No good. I try breaking the glass window. It won't break. The car is still filling up with water.
I try to kick the window hoping there's enough pressure to crack it. There isn't.
The car is almost full of water. I'm swallowing air at the tiny pocket at the top of the car.
I'm still trying to kick the window open but it won't budge. I'm almost at the bottom of the river now. Finally, the car is full of water and I can't breathe.
I die.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
The House of No Escape
I was in my dad's parent's house. I was there with my mother but I wasn't sure why. It looked completely different from how I remembered it. My grandfather had added on an extra story to the house but you couldn't tell from outside.
The renovations weren't complete - there was plastic everywhere. I went up to the second story to find that the floor wasn't finished. You could go to the edge of the linoleum of the second unfinished kitchen and see the living room below you.
There was also a bathroom on the second floor. I went into the bathroom, stepping carefully, afraid I might fall to the floor below.
The bathroom had been finished and was painted blue. There were flags hanging above the mirror. Plastic flags, like you would see as advertisements at baseball games or on the sides of hockey games. The big, center flag was a Georgia State flag with a panther on it. That confused me. I reached out to touch it but as I did, my mom put her hand on my shoulder.
"So, what do you think?" She asked me.
I looked around.
"It's not like I remembered it to be. It's a bit eerie. Why are we here?" I asked.
She smiled.
"Because we own it now. It was left to us in the will."
I stood there dumbfounded.
"We have people renting it currently but I could kick them out if you want."
What I wanted was to escape the house but I felt like there was no escape. How were people living there? The renovations would take MONTHS to finish. How did we come to own it? I was so confused. I collapsed on the floor.
And woke up.
The renovations weren't complete - there was plastic everywhere. I went up to the second story to find that the floor wasn't finished. You could go to the edge of the linoleum of the second unfinished kitchen and see the living room below you.
There was also a bathroom on the second floor. I went into the bathroom, stepping carefully, afraid I might fall to the floor below.
The bathroom had been finished and was painted blue. There were flags hanging above the mirror. Plastic flags, like you would see as advertisements at baseball games or on the sides of hockey games. The big, center flag was a Georgia State flag with a panther on it. That confused me. I reached out to touch it but as I did, my mom put her hand on my shoulder.
"So, what do you think?" She asked me.
I looked around.
"It's not like I remembered it to be. It's a bit eerie. Why are we here?" I asked.
She smiled.
"Because we own it now. It was left to us in the will."
I stood there dumbfounded.
"We have people renting it currently but I could kick them out if you want."
What I wanted was to escape the house but I felt like there was no escape. How were people living there? The renovations would take MONTHS to finish. How did we come to own it? I was so confused. I collapsed on the floor.
And woke up.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Revenge [Working Title]
I had always known that I was meant for this line of work. I was horrible at regular jobs. They were so mundane and boring. I just couldn’t handle it and New Orleans was full of opportunities.
I honestly did try when I first got married and found out I had a baby on the way. I tried to go straight but then I realized that I could make so much more money doing what I was great at – stealing. I hoped that tonight’s job would be the last one I would ever have to do because it would set up my family for life.
I left my wife, son, and daughter at home telling them that I had to work late. My wife knew what I was up to. It was hard for her not to see through my lies as we had been together for way too long. She knew what I did when I left the house and she pursed her lips in disapproval when I shut the door to go.
As I did so, my ten-year-old daughter ran outside to catch up with me. “Father,” she said, “do you have to go? You're supposed to read me a story.” She paused and then said, “I worry about you papa.”
I turned to look at her as she caught me before I could unlock the door to my car. “Lindsay, you must be a good girl and go back inside. You need to help your mama. I will read you a story tomorrow night, I promise.” I smiled at Lindsay reassuringly knowing that if tonight went well, I would never have to pull another job again.
That put a smile on Lindsay's face and she hugged me. “OK papa, but tomorrow night you're going to have to read TWO stories to make up for tonight.” She winked at me and gave me a hug.
Lindsay is a smart girl for a ten year old. She really knows how to bend her papa around her finger. I guess you could call her daddy's girl, which she was. “Now, go back inside and help your mother and brother put away the dishes and leftovers from dinner. I want you in bed on time young lady.”
She rolled her eyes but gave me one more hug goodbye and went inside. I didn't know at the time that I wouldn't see her again for at least twelve more years. So, I got into my car and turned the key in the ignition. I was to meet Danny at the rendezvous point in exactly an hour. I thought I knew what I was getting into so I pulled out of the driveway to my future. The ally was dark when I reached in. Danny was there pacing back and forth. I got out of my car and approached him apprehensively. He turned to look at me and grunted.
“Did you bring the goods?”
I nodded and gestured to the trunk of my car. “It's in there.” I explained in few words.
Danny nodded and popped the trunk. He grabbed the black ski masks and the glock 33s that were shoved down next to the spare tire and smiled. “This should go good. Real good. The vault is in the back and Walsh said he got the code. He's gonna crack it. All we have to do is stand guard and make sure that no one decides to play hero or get too nosy.” Danny said as he grinned and showed a mouthful of decaying teeth.
He was a big guy, one that you never would want to cross. He probably played a linebacker in high school football before he was kicked out. I shrugged and returned the grin. I had been itching to shoot someone for the longest. Now, the guys were going to trust me to do so ... that meant that I had graduated to the level where they trusted me. That was good, real good.
So, then we got down to business. Walsh gave us the signal we were waiting for. The codes to the doors had been cracked so that we could make our way to the vault without any of those pesky alarms going off. Danny and I put on our masks and holstered our guns for now. We had some rope and tape that I had brought along just in case. You never know with these types of jobs. Danny made it to Walsh who stood up and gazed over him like he was a general inspecting his troops.
“What took you so damn long?” Walsh said as he opened the door.
Danny grinned at him and handed him a ski mask and a gun. Walsh gave an ugly grin with rotted teeth back because he loved guns. Walsh was a frightening person to work with. He had a prior criminal record that he liked to brag about of how he killed his wife and her lover. He hacked into his wife’s computer and started sending the guy death threats and completely driving the guy to the brink of insanity. Then, he went over to the guy's house and forced his wife to come with him and he tortured them for hours with knives.
Afterwards, he made his wife castrate her lover and then he shot them both in the head. He was never convicted though because there wasn't enough evidence for the cops to go on. Despite his appearance, he was really smart. He cleaned all of his fingerprints and made sure that the computer evidence was untraceable.
That's Walsh's favorite story.
Danny, Walsh, and I make it to the back of the bank to the vault. Walsh was grinning and playing with the toys he brought to crack the code on the vault. Danny was fidgeting in the corner waiting for instructions to blow something up. I stood there grinning thinking about all of the money that we're going to get. My daughter will be set for college. Then, I look up at a security camera staring back at me.
“Walsh?” I ask pointing at the camera.
“Oh, that's right. Hey, don't worry about the camera. It can't really see us. I recorded an hour of video and it’s on a loop. They can't see us and will never know we were here until they open for business in the morning and realize that an hour of feed is missing.”
He grins and cracks the code. “Brilliant.” I mutter. The vault squeaked open. Inside were all of my dreams and my way out. I smiled. Danny and Walsh both smiled and started going in with bags piling the money to the brim. It was like Christmas.
I started to grab my bag and dive in when I heard someone on a megaphone outside scream, “THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! NOW!”
Danny and I looked at Walsh. “I thought you said you deactivated all of the alarms!” Danny screamed at him.
“I did, asshole! They were ALL deactivated. I was VERY careful. This can't be fucking happening!” Walsh screamed back at me.
“Is there no way out of here? Can't we just blow a hole in the floor?” I asked ducking down.
“That's not going to be possible...I don't have the plans for the bank because this was so carefully done and I didn't think any fucking cops were going to come crash our party.” Walsh said grabbing more money and shoving it into the bag.
Just then, a black canister broke through the window and rolled to us in the back. It started letting out this yellowish colored gas.
“Jesus Christ! Cover up with something so that you can't breathe in the gas! They're tryin' to smoke us out!” Danny yelled and covered his ski mask with a bandana that he had in his pocket.
I fell down to my hands and knees trying not to breathe in the gas. My eyes were watering. I could see Walsh ducking in a corner and then I saw him open a door in the floor that I didn't notice before. I winced.
Then, I realized with a sinking feeling in my stomach that he had lied to us. Walsh caught eye contact with me and smiled. It was such a cold smile that let me know he had planned this and planned for Danny and I to take the fall so that he could enjoy the money. I should have known better. Looking back on it, I don’t know how I could have been so stupid.
The cops were yelling at us to come out. Walsh was gone. Then, I heard gunshots. Danny, I guess, had opened fire, which resulted in the cops opening fire on us. I took out my gun and fired shots. I managed to kill three policemen in the crossfire, as I found out later and Danny managed to kill two.
And that’s the story of how I ended up in prison. I have been here for twelve years since I was tried and convicted. I am currently on death row awaiting my execution. Danny was tried as well, although we're not in the same prison. I’m not sure what his sentence was. Walsh got away scot-free and is a carefree millionaire who lives in Malibu, I believe. I'm planning on visiting him real soon. REAL soon. It would be worth it to break out of this dump just to go and wipe that smug look off of his face.
I get to see my family maybe twice a week. My daughter is the only one who comes to visit me. My wife divorced me and my son doesn’t want anything to do with me. He’s ashamed of me. My daughter understands why I did what I did. She knows that deep down; I’m not a violent person.
My daughter has also come up with a plan to get me out. I’ve tried to talk her out of it but she’s stubborn and determined, like her father. To my surprise, she became a world class thief and assassin. I discouraged this by pointing out where I ended up but it did not deter her at all. She told me that she craved excitement and the pay was better than any regular job she could work. Her mom doesn’t know but Lindsay told me, very proud.
She’s rich in her own right and very independent. Lindsay did graduate from college and was really smart. She learned French, Spanish, and Japanese on her own. She explained to me that when she travels, she doesn't want to have a translator in case something went wrong.
Little did she know that I had a plan of my own to escape. I had a long time to think about what to do. I mean, who wants to die?
I honestly did try when I first got married and found out I had a baby on the way. I tried to go straight but then I realized that I could make so much more money doing what I was great at – stealing. I hoped that tonight’s job would be the last one I would ever have to do because it would set up my family for life.
I left my wife, son, and daughter at home telling them that I had to work late. My wife knew what I was up to. It was hard for her not to see through my lies as we had been together for way too long. She knew what I did when I left the house and she pursed her lips in disapproval when I shut the door to go.
As I did so, my ten-year-old daughter ran outside to catch up with me. “Father,” she said, “do you have to go? You're supposed to read me a story.” She paused and then said, “I worry about you papa.”
I turned to look at her as she caught me before I could unlock the door to my car. “Lindsay, you must be a good girl and go back inside. You need to help your mama. I will read you a story tomorrow night, I promise.” I smiled at Lindsay reassuringly knowing that if tonight went well, I would never have to pull another job again.
That put a smile on Lindsay's face and she hugged me. “OK papa, but tomorrow night you're going to have to read TWO stories to make up for tonight.” She winked at me and gave me a hug.
Lindsay is a smart girl for a ten year old. She really knows how to bend her papa around her finger. I guess you could call her daddy's girl, which she was. “Now, go back inside and help your mother and brother put away the dishes and leftovers from dinner. I want you in bed on time young lady.”
She rolled her eyes but gave me one more hug goodbye and went inside. I didn't know at the time that I wouldn't see her again for at least twelve more years. So, I got into my car and turned the key in the ignition. I was to meet Danny at the rendezvous point in exactly an hour. I thought I knew what I was getting into so I pulled out of the driveway to my future. The ally was dark when I reached in. Danny was there pacing back and forth. I got out of my car and approached him apprehensively. He turned to look at me and grunted.
“Did you bring the goods?”
I nodded and gestured to the trunk of my car. “It's in there.” I explained in few words.
Danny nodded and popped the trunk. He grabbed the black ski masks and the glock 33s that were shoved down next to the spare tire and smiled. “This should go good. Real good. The vault is in the back and Walsh said he got the code. He's gonna crack it. All we have to do is stand guard and make sure that no one decides to play hero or get too nosy.” Danny said as he grinned and showed a mouthful of decaying teeth.
He was a big guy, one that you never would want to cross. He probably played a linebacker in high school football before he was kicked out. I shrugged and returned the grin. I had been itching to shoot someone for the longest. Now, the guys were going to trust me to do so ... that meant that I had graduated to the level where they trusted me. That was good, real good.
So, then we got down to business. Walsh gave us the signal we were waiting for. The codes to the doors had been cracked so that we could make our way to the vault without any of those pesky alarms going off. Danny and I put on our masks and holstered our guns for now. We had some rope and tape that I had brought along just in case. You never know with these types of jobs. Danny made it to Walsh who stood up and gazed over him like he was a general inspecting his troops.
“What took you so damn long?” Walsh said as he opened the door.
Danny grinned at him and handed him a ski mask and a gun. Walsh gave an ugly grin with rotted teeth back because he loved guns. Walsh was a frightening person to work with. He had a prior criminal record that he liked to brag about of how he killed his wife and her lover. He hacked into his wife’s computer and started sending the guy death threats and completely driving the guy to the brink of insanity. Then, he went over to the guy's house and forced his wife to come with him and he tortured them for hours with knives.
Afterwards, he made his wife castrate her lover and then he shot them both in the head. He was never convicted though because there wasn't enough evidence for the cops to go on. Despite his appearance, he was really smart. He cleaned all of his fingerprints and made sure that the computer evidence was untraceable.
That's Walsh's favorite story.
Danny, Walsh, and I make it to the back of the bank to the vault. Walsh was grinning and playing with the toys he brought to crack the code on the vault. Danny was fidgeting in the corner waiting for instructions to blow something up. I stood there grinning thinking about all of the money that we're going to get. My daughter will be set for college. Then, I look up at a security camera staring back at me.
“Walsh?” I ask pointing at the camera.
“Oh, that's right. Hey, don't worry about the camera. It can't really see us. I recorded an hour of video and it’s on a loop. They can't see us and will never know we were here until they open for business in the morning and realize that an hour of feed is missing.”
He grins and cracks the code. “Brilliant.” I mutter. The vault squeaked open. Inside were all of my dreams and my way out. I smiled. Danny and Walsh both smiled and started going in with bags piling the money to the brim. It was like Christmas.
I started to grab my bag and dive in when I heard someone on a megaphone outside scream, “THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! NOW!”
Danny and I looked at Walsh. “I thought you said you deactivated all of the alarms!” Danny screamed at him.
“I did, asshole! They were ALL deactivated. I was VERY careful. This can't be fucking happening!” Walsh screamed back at me.
“Is there no way out of here? Can't we just blow a hole in the floor?” I asked ducking down.
“That's not going to be possible...I don't have the plans for the bank because this was so carefully done and I didn't think any fucking cops were going to come crash our party.” Walsh said grabbing more money and shoving it into the bag.
Just then, a black canister broke through the window and rolled to us in the back. It started letting out this yellowish colored gas.
“Jesus Christ! Cover up with something so that you can't breathe in the gas! They're tryin' to smoke us out!” Danny yelled and covered his ski mask with a bandana that he had in his pocket.
I fell down to my hands and knees trying not to breathe in the gas. My eyes were watering. I could see Walsh ducking in a corner and then I saw him open a door in the floor that I didn't notice before. I winced.
Then, I realized with a sinking feeling in my stomach that he had lied to us. Walsh caught eye contact with me and smiled. It was such a cold smile that let me know he had planned this and planned for Danny and I to take the fall so that he could enjoy the money. I should have known better. Looking back on it, I don’t know how I could have been so stupid.
The cops were yelling at us to come out. Walsh was gone. Then, I heard gunshots. Danny, I guess, had opened fire, which resulted in the cops opening fire on us. I took out my gun and fired shots. I managed to kill three policemen in the crossfire, as I found out later and Danny managed to kill two.
And that’s the story of how I ended up in prison. I have been here for twelve years since I was tried and convicted. I am currently on death row awaiting my execution. Danny was tried as well, although we're not in the same prison. I’m not sure what his sentence was. Walsh got away scot-free and is a carefree millionaire who lives in Malibu, I believe. I'm planning on visiting him real soon. REAL soon. It would be worth it to break out of this dump just to go and wipe that smug look off of his face.
I get to see my family maybe twice a week. My daughter is the only one who comes to visit me. My wife divorced me and my son doesn’t want anything to do with me. He’s ashamed of me. My daughter understands why I did what I did. She knows that deep down; I’m not a violent person.
My daughter has also come up with a plan to get me out. I’ve tried to talk her out of it but she’s stubborn and determined, like her father. To my surprise, she became a world class thief and assassin. I discouraged this by pointing out where I ended up but it did not deter her at all. She told me that she craved excitement and the pay was better than any regular job she could work. Her mom doesn’t know but Lindsay told me, very proud.
She’s rich in her own right and very independent. Lindsay did graduate from college and was really smart. She learned French, Spanish, and Japanese on her own. She explained to me that when she travels, she doesn't want to have a translator in case something went wrong.
Little did she know that I had a plan of my own to escape. I had a long time to think about what to do. I mean, who wants to die?
To My Love
You are the love of my life,
I have opened my heart up to you,
No other love will suffice,
I only want you.
You have brightened up my world,
And opened my eyes to new beginnings,
and wonderful things I've never realized.
I love spending time with you,
And when I'm away,
I miss you,
And think of you always.
I hope I spend the rest of my life with you,
For no one else will do
You are the only one I want
And I thank my stars that I found you.
I hold you in my arms,
And look into your eyes,
And I drown in them.
I love you so deeply,
And I'm glad I found you.
I love you,
And I'm glad you're mine.
I have opened my heart up to you,
No other love will suffice,
I only want you.
You have brightened up my world,
And opened my eyes to new beginnings,
and wonderful things I've never realized.
I love spending time with you,
And when I'm away,
I miss you,
And think of you always.
I hope I spend the rest of my life with you,
For no one else will do
You are the only one I want
And I thank my stars that I found you.
I hold you in my arms,
And look into your eyes,
And I drown in them.
I love you so deeply,
And I'm glad I found you.
I love you,
And I'm glad you're mine.
Dreams
Peacefully dreaming
Away from this dark portal
of reality
Sleep
A desperate escape
from unkind world
We know so well
Darkness takes me
I fall away
into a peaceful slumber.
Away from this dark portal
of reality
Sleep
A desperate escape
from unkind world
We know so well
Darkness takes me
I fall away
into a peaceful slumber.
The Aliens and the Hospital
**Note: I was not myself in this dream
I was training to be a doctor. Some of my co-workers, and dear friends of mine, decided that we would walk through the woods to get to the hospital since it was much quicker to just take the path. It was almost dawn, so it was still dark. We heard a branch crunch behind us. My friend Josh looked at me and put one finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet. Rose and I nodded. Josh, Rose, and I kept walking until we happened upon the graveyard. We were at the old abandoned cemetery now, so we were almost to the hospital. This was an older cemetery that time had forgotten. It had iron rod fences around the grave sites. As I was walking by one, I saw a coat splattered with blood. I gestured quietly behind me to Josh and Rose because I knew we were still being followed. I poked the coat with a stick and all that was left inside the coat was a small gold cross, like you'd wear on a necklace and a clump of long blonde hair.
Then, the attacker sprang. He had some kind of puma with him. Josh took on the attacker. I don't know why it felt important but I grabbed the cross and stuck it in my jacket pocket and Rose and I ran from the puma. We knew of this hole, it was the beginning to a cave at the edge of the graveyard that we were always warned never to go near as children. Well, we were sure as hell going there now. The puma was a lot faster than I thought it would be. I thanked my gym silently as I ran and I'm sure Rose did the same. We worked out to relieve stress.
We finally made it to the cave opening and Rose and I stopped. We watched the puma race towards us, a bit of confusion was on his face as if to say, "why did they stop", but then he pounced. Rose and I leapt out of the way and the puma fell about twenty feet below into the cave. He had broken legs and couldn't get out even if he tried. We got to our feet and looked at each other and the same thought crossed our minds, Josh.
"Josh!" I yelled at Rose and we ran back to the cemetery. Josh was pinned on the ground with the attacker over him asking for the key. Josh didn't know what key the guy was talking about and neither did we. Rose, who knew how to fight (she did some kind of kick boxing after work), did some sort of round kick and got the attacker off of Josh.
"We don't know what you mean by key. What does it look like and why did you attack us to find it?" I asked, getting my breath back.
The attacker rose to his feet clutching his abdomen.
"I just want to go home." He said looking dead at me and shooting an evil look at Rose.
"My ship is over there," as he pointed to a crypt, "but Serin had the key and she's dead. I don't know where it is and I fear I'll never return home. We only stopped here to fuel up and grab some samples of this planet."
Then, he described the key to me. The key that happened to be in my pocket. So, I gave it to him, with the conditions that he wouldn't hurt us and that he would take Serin's body so there wouldn't be any questions we would have to answer, especially if she wasn't human. He happily agreed to these terms as he just wanted to leave. I watched in amazement as he put the cross in the top of the crypt in a slot that would go unnoticed by most people and the whole thing opened to a space ship. There was a walkway to the flight deck, as it was a small ship. He sat down in the pilot's chair.
"Why a crypt?" I yelled over the engines in curiosity.
"Because," he replied, "they are the most ignored here on on Earth."
I couldn't argue with him there. We watched as he took off into the sky.
"Well, we'd best get back to work but he still should have apologized." Josh grumbled and walked out of the woods. Rose and I followed.
But, that wasn't the end of our crazy day, not by a long shot.
It was an EXTREMELY busy day at work. We worked in the ER so we had several car accidents, broken limbs and GI problems. So, when my twelve hour shift came to a close, I thanked all of the deities because I was exhausted.
I retrieved my book bag from my locker and walked outside. There was this man begging and screaming for any kind of help. He caught my eye and saw my doctor's coat. Damn, I really have to start changing clothes in the locker room after work. Not that I don't mind helping people, but an exhausted doctor is not a good doctor.
"Miss, you gotta help me, my wife fell out of the tub."
She looked like she had fallen on his fists. She had a swollen purple bruised right eye, blood pouring out of her nose and soaking the shirt though her clothes. She had a possible broken arm, maybe some internal bleeding, and a huge gash in the back of her head. She might even have a concussion. She was barely conscious. I was trying to keep her talking because you can't let someone with a concussion sleep.
"WE NEED TO GET THIS WOMAN STABILIZED NOW!" I shouted to the group of nurses behind me who had come outside when the man was screaming.
"Sir, while they are stabilizing her, I need you to tell Josh," I gestured to my colleague, "Everything that happened. Can you do that? It will help us to better understand how to treat her." I tried to explain it gently but it came out mechanically because I had switched over into work mode, even though I wanted to rip this guy's guts out and feed it to him for what I KNOW he did to her.
He nodded somewhat in a daze and sat with Josh.
He was a great actor, I'd give him that. He stuck to his story. He even acted somewhat concerned about his wife.
The woman was in a coma, had six fractured ribs, a fractured clavicle, a fractured skull, internal bleeding in her stomach because of a tear, and a punctured lung. We decided to keep her in a medicinally induced coma to spare her from all of the pain. She had bruises everywhere. She also had older injuries that you could see on the MRI - the bones had already healed from the other injuries.
We reported our findings to the police because we are required by law to do so. I think I would have done it anyway, even if it wasn't a requirement.
It had been a weird day but now it was time to go home. I didn't even know what to think about the guy in the spaceship because I had been too distracted by the poor woman patient.
Such a weird day.
I was training to be a doctor. Some of my co-workers, and dear friends of mine, decided that we would walk through the woods to get to the hospital since it was much quicker to just take the path. It was almost dawn, so it was still dark. We heard a branch crunch behind us. My friend Josh looked at me and put one finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet. Rose and I nodded. Josh, Rose, and I kept walking until we happened upon the graveyard. We were at the old abandoned cemetery now, so we were almost to the hospital. This was an older cemetery that time had forgotten. It had iron rod fences around the grave sites. As I was walking by one, I saw a coat splattered with blood. I gestured quietly behind me to Josh and Rose because I knew we were still being followed. I poked the coat with a stick and all that was left inside the coat was a small gold cross, like you'd wear on a necklace and a clump of long blonde hair.
Then, the attacker sprang. He had some kind of puma with him. Josh took on the attacker. I don't know why it felt important but I grabbed the cross and stuck it in my jacket pocket and Rose and I ran from the puma. We knew of this hole, it was the beginning to a cave at the edge of the graveyard that we were always warned never to go near as children. Well, we were sure as hell going there now. The puma was a lot faster than I thought it would be. I thanked my gym silently as I ran and I'm sure Rose did the same. We worked out to relieve stress.
We finally made it to the cave opening and Rose and I stopped. We watched the puma race towards us, a bit of confusion was on his face as if to say, "why did they stop", but then he pounced. Rose and I leapt out of the way and the puma fell about twenty feet below into the cave. He had broken legs and couldn't get out even if he tried. We got to our feet and looked at each other and the same thought crossed our minds, Josh.
"Josh!" I yelled at Rose and we ran back to the cemetery. Josh was pinned on the ground with the attacker over him asking for the key. Josh didn't know what key the guy was talking about and neither did we. Rose, who knew how to fight (she did some kind of kick boxing after work), did some sort of round kick and got the attacker off of Josh.
"We don't know what you mean by key. What does it look like and why did you attack us to find it?" I asked, getting my breath back.
The attacker rose to his feet clutching his abdomen.
"I just want to go home." He said looking dead at me and shooting an evil look at Rose.
"My ship is over there," as he pointed to a crypt, "but Serin had the key and she's dead. I don't know where it is and I fear I'll never return home. We only stopped here to fuel up and grab some samples of this planet."
Then, he described the key to me. The key that happened to be in my pocket. So, I gave it to him, with the conditions that he wouldn't hurt us and that he would take Serin's body so there wouldn't be any questions we would have to answer, especially if she wasn't human. He happily agreed to these terms as he just wanted to leave. I watched in amazement as he put the cross in the top of the crypt in a slot that would go unnoticed by most people and the whole thing opened to a space ship. There was a walkway to the flight deck, as it was a small ship. He sat down in the pilot's chair.
"Why a crypt?" I yelled over the engines in curiosity.
"Because," he replied, "they are the most ignored here on on Earth."
I couldn't argue with him there. We watched as he took off into the sky.
"Well, we'd best get back to work but he still should have apologized." Josh grumbled and walked out of the woods. Rose and I followed.
But, that wasn't the end of our crazy day, not by a long shot.
It was an EXTREMELY busy day at work. We worked in the ER so we had several car accidents, broken limbs and GI problems. So, when my twelve hour shift came to a close, I thanked all of the deities because I was exhausted.
I retrieved my book bag from my locker and walked outside. There was this man begging and screaming for any kind of help. He caught my eye and saw my doctor's coat. Damn, I really have to start changing clothes in the locker room after work. Not that I don't mind helping people, but an exhausted doctor is not a good doctor.
"Miss, you gotta help me, my wife fell out of the tub."
She looked like she had fallen on his fists. She had a swollen purple bruised right eye, blood pouring out of her nose and soaking the shirt though her clothes. She had a possible broken arm, maybe some internal bleeding, and a huge gash in the back of her head. She might even have a concussion. She was barely conscious. I was trying to keep her talking because you can't let someone with a concussion sleep.
"WE NEED TO GET THIS WOMAN STABILIZED NOW!" I shouted to the group of nurses behind me who had come outside when the man was screaming.
"Sir, while they are stabilizing her, I need you to tell Josh," I gestured to my colleague, "Everything that happened. Can you do that? It will help us to better understand how to treat her." I tried to explain it gently but it came out mechanically because I had switched over into work mode, even though I wanted to rip this guy's guts out and feed it to him for what I KNOW he did to her.
He nodded somewhat in a daze and sat with Josh.
He was a great actor, I'd give him that. He stuck to his story. He even acted somewhat concerned about his wife.
The woman was in a coma, had six fractured ribs, a fractured clavicle, a fractured skull, internal bleeding in her stomach because of a tear, and a punctured lung. We decided to keep her in a medicinally induced coma to spare her from all of the pain. She had bruises everywhere. She also had older injuries that you could see on the MRI - the bones had already healed from the other injuries.
We reported our findings to the police because we are required by law to do so. I think I would have done it anyway, even if it wasn't a requirement.
It had been a weird day but now it was time to go home. I didn't even know what to think about the guy in the spaceship because I had been too distracted by the poor woman patient.
Such a weird day.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Warning
Every though
is drowned out
by your name...
Every emotion
blackened
by your memory
My scarred
heart is unprotected
from your words
For you
have no decency
or emotions
You
are just what
I was warned
About.
Already Known Pain
My heart aches
With an excruciating pain--
for you have done
what I'd never thought I'd feel again...
I don't know what to do--
or what to day
don't know how to act
or what to do.
Will someone help me?
Will this drive me insane?
I try to think
Of other things.
Trust
Sadly mistaken
horribly distraught
I turn to the one person
Whom I trust the most
No one can help me
No one understands---
for the hurt you caused
can never be reprimanded.
The Wind
The wind blows through
the trees
And my soul
blows with it
I feel free
as the birds
who fly through the
sky...
And as beautiful
as a monarch butterfly
who proudly soars through
the air.
the trees
And my soul
blows with it
I feel free
as the birds
who fly through the
sky...
And as beautiful
as a monarch butterfly
who proudly soars through
the air.
Hurt
Angry and confused
by your words and actions
I thought I would be ok
again
I thought I had found
"the one"
But it wasn't so
I am still alone
for i have
been abandoned
not once
but three times.
by your words and actions
I thought I would be ok
again
I thought I had found
"the one"
But it wasn't so
I am still alone
for i have
been abandoned
not once
but three times.
Running
Running
panting
out of breath
trying to escape
from you
from it all--
Will I ever
get away?
Sadly, no
But I can keep trying
and I WILL escape--
one day.
Running Away from
one's end of sanity
Running away from the break of society
Running from the grasp of
you
Running before I fall in love
with you.
panting
out of breath
trying to escape
from you
from it all--
Will I ever
get away?
Sadly, no
But I can keep trying
and I WILL escape--
one day.
Running Away from
one's end of sanity
Running away from the break of society
Running from the grasp of
you
Running before I fall in love
with you.
Lost in You
Lost in your eyes,
embracing your smile
Hanging on every moment
Scared it will slip away--
Now that it has
And you are gone
I am forced to live my life
and move on.
I will never forget
the times we shared
or the moments we had
For you are special
to me
and the love
of my life
embracing your smile
Hanging on every moment
Scared it will slip away--
Now that it has
And you are gone
I am forced to live my life
and move on.
I will never forget
the times we shared
or the moments we had
For you are special
to me
and the love
of my life
Stung
Hateful words
Hurtful glances
stream into my heart
Hurt by your words
Stung by your thoughts
I go numb...
MY mind unable to THINK
my HEART unable to speak
for I can't believe
What you are telling
ME
Thinking of You
My thoughts turn to you...
drifting...
doting
You are the one whom I trust
the very heart of me
You warm my soul
complete my smile
You are the one...
Who makes waking up
worthwhile
drifting...
doting
You are the one whom I trust
the very heart of me
You warm my soul
complete my smile
You are the one...
Who makes waking up
worthwhile
Alone
Alone in my mind
Hiding from the world
Shielding myself
from it all
Do you notice?
Do you care?
Probably not.
I stare...
into space
This black hole
I call my home
An inferno
in which I treasure
Hiding from the world
Shielding myself
from it all
Do you notice?
Do you care?
Probably not.
I stare...
into space
This black hole
I call my home
An inferno
in which I treasure
I Just Don't Understand
Silence fills the room
You are near
as I reach for you
You disappear
Its as if you
were made of thin air
and no trace of you
anywhere
I turn to go
afraid and confused
but stop in wonder
in a daze...
Confused and lonely
I sit and wait
for someone who
will one day
be there
when I reach
into the vast
void...
which is called
fate.
You are near
as I reach for you
You disappear
Its as if you
were made of thin air
and no trace of you
anywhere
I turn to go
afraid and confused
but stop in wonder
in a daze...
Confused and lonely
I sit and wait
for someone who
will one day
be there
when I reach
into the vast
void...
which is called
fate.
Random Writing [unfinished]
My heart was pounding and my step was light. I didn't want him to hear me...I didn't want him to have an idea of where I was. I could hear myself breathing...I'm surprised he hadn't heard me. I held my breath and stayed behind the door...too scared to move. I heard him draw closer...I could smell his rancid scent as he entered the room. I could see the gleam of the knife and he held it in his grimy hands...looking into the shadows for me...he was the man my husband had hired to kill me...dispose of me so that his reputation wouldn't be soiled with a divorce. This was the man I was supposed to lose my life to so that my husband could get away with the insurance money. This was the man to dispose of me so that my husband could finally send the kids to boarding school, without ever having to worry about seeing them again...since his nagging wife wouldn't hear of it.
He was closer now. I held the gun in my shaky hands. I wasn't scared to use it...I had learned how to defend myself years ago when I first realized the man who I had married was a monster. He was having affairs and embarrassing me...what made it worse was the fact he was a government official...a senator at that. I had taken self defense classes because I knew how he felt about me. He wanted me gone. We had been separated for more than three years now, and he was tired of it. He wanted me gone but he didn't want me to get half of what he owned. He knew this was the only way out...and I had known his plan from the get go. That's why I bought a gun and learned how to do things for myself. If I was going to go down, I was going to go down trying.
He was closer now. I held the gun in my shaky hands. I wasn't scared to use it...I had learned how to defend myself years ago when I first realized the man who I had married was a monster. He was having affairs and embarrassing me...what made it worse was the fact he was a government official...a senator at that. I had taken self defense classes because I knew how he felt about me. He wanted me gone. We had been separated for more than three years now, and he was tired of it. He wanted me gone but he didn't want me to get half of what he owned. He knew this was the only way out...and I had known his plan from the get go. That's why I bought a gun and learned how to do things for myself. If I was going to go down, I was going to go down trying.
Suffering
This pain surging
through my heart
Is indescribable.
This feeling of
Complete hopelessness
is pathetic.
This sinking feeling in
my stomach shouldn't
even be there.
So Why?
Why am I
Letting it all
Get to me?
through my heart
Is indescribable.
This feeling of
Complete hopelessness
is pathetic.
This sinking feeling in
my stomach shouldn't
even be there.
So Why?
Why am I
Letting it all
Get to me?
You
You are everything to me...
You are the one who made all
of my dreams come true.
You are the one I live for
You are the one I would
die for--
You mean the world to me.
I hope you know
YOU are everything, my dreams--
My World.
You are the one who made all
of my dreams come true.
You are the one I live for
You are the one I would
die for--
You mean the world to me.
I hope you know
YOU are everything, my dreams--
My World.
The End of the World
I dreamed that I was a little girl whose father was a doctor/scientist. He was working to develop this vaccination for people, but somehow it went wrong.
My mother was a very loving person, but somehow, she was the one the vaccination was tested on. She ended up getting very sick, almost with SARS like symptoms. She was very pale.
I wished that I could help her, but I didn't have a cure, and neither did my father. It was VERY contagious. Somehow, almost everyone ended up with the virus...then my father found a cure.
If you had these three rings together (and NO, I had not watched Captain Planet) then it would get rid of all of these mutated versions of the virus. I had a friend who went with me to help me find these pieces of jewelry.
Every town we went to looked wrecked. There were cars piled up and wrecked in the street...trains that had been stopped suddenly with the windows blown out...and NO ONE in sight.
My friend ended up dying of the virus and I was the only person left alive...or so I thought...I didn't know how I had escaped this blood bath my father had created...even he had died at the hands of his own creation...but I lived.
I found a guy by this pond that had lived through it all also. We sat down and started talking to each other. I cried. He had the last ring... but it was too late. We were alone.
My mother was a very loving person, but somehow, she was the one the vaccination was tested on. She ended up getting very sick, almost with SARS like symptoms. She was very pale.
I wished that I could help her, but I didn't have a cure, and neither did my father. It was VERY contagious. Somehow, almost everyone ended up with the virus...then my father found a cure.
If you had these three rings together (and NO, I had not watched Captain Planet) then it would get rid of all of these mutated versions of the virus. I had a friend who went with me to help me find these pieces of jewelry.
Every town we went to looked wrecked. There were cars piled up and wrecked in the street...trains that had been stopped suddenly with the windows blown out...and NO ONE in sight.
My friend ended up dying of the virus and I was the only person left alive...or so I thought...I didn't know how I had escaped this blood bath my father had created...even he had died at the hands of his own creation...but I lived.
I found a guy by this pond that had lived through it all also. We sat down and started talking to each other. I cried. He had the last ring... but it was too late. We were alone.
Holding on to a Lie
I sat there, trying to piece everything together. Why in the world would he leave me alone like this? Why would he let the salty, bitter tears fall from my eyes without even trying to stop them? I was confused and hurt. The words kept pouring out of his mouth, excuses to try and sugar coat the words I thought I was never meant to hear.
"It's not you, it's me. It's not Elaine's or anyone's fault."
"We both knew this was going to happen."
"Are you alright?"
I try to hold back as many tears as I can. I don't want him to see how much he's hurting me, that blasted Irish pride I was raised on.
He turned to leave and I knew he would be gone forever. The truth is, I didn't want him back after catching him in bed with his secretary. It was so cliched. All those working late nights...not coming home when he was scheduled too...why hadn't I seen it? What was wrong with me? I continued to blame myself for the fault of another.
Then, I let the tears fall.
"It's not you, it's me. It's not Elaine's or anyone's fault."
"We both knew this was going to happen."
"Are you alright?"
I try to hold back as many tears as I can. I don't want him to see how much he's hurting me, that blasted Irish pride I was raised on.
He turned to leave and I knew he would be gone forever. The truth is, I didn't want him back after catching him in bed with his secretary. It was so cliched. All those working late nights...not coming home when he was scheduled too...why hadn't I seen it? What was wrong with me? I continued to blame myself for the fault of another.
Then, I let the tears fall.
Waiting
I'm tired
I'm wasted
From waiting around
on you.
You are nothing
that should bother
my thoughts...
my sorrows...
and increase
the energy that
already subsides.
Quietly fading
Into the darkness...
the things that I felt
for you
are still trembling
deep within my soul,
within my heart...
yearning for you to change....
But you won't.
It's a fading dream...
or a never ending nightmare
however cruel that may seem.
I'm wasted
From waiting around
on you.
You are nothing
that should bother
my thoughts...
my sorrows...
and increase
the energy that
already subsides.
Quietly fading
Into the darkness...
the things that I felt
for you
are still trembling
deep within my soul,
within my heart...
yearning for you to change....
But you won't.
It's a fading dream...
or a never ending nightmare
however cruel that may seem.
The Ex (unfinished)
I sat there, broken hearted and her eyes transfixed on the screen in front of me. I was wondering what went wrong in my life. What did I do to drive every person who had ever gotten close to me away? I sipped her coffee.
There were a lot of people I could talk to, cry to, laugh with and go out with but they weren't true friends. Now, I was at home,alone,typing on my computer and feeling sorry for myself. I felt it was all some kind of a mistake.
You couldn't really lose all of your friends over something so silly as a party, could you?
I didn't want to go to this stupid party. My boyfriend's ex was hosting it...and that made me feel even more uncomfortable. I wasn't too happy about my boyfriend being on such good terms with his ex. I knew he had been unfaithful for a while but asking me to go with him to her party ... that was just wrong.
I felt as though I had to watch every word I said, and tip toe around because I didn't want to offend anyone. I knew that I was walking into a lion's den. Everyone probably had been told about me, the ice queen. Most of the people at this party would be the ex girlfriend's friends and they would hate me just out of loyalty, even though non of them knew me personally.
Also, I was tired of being betrayed.
I felt like I couldn't really be MYSELF. I would just feel awkward and weird around my boyfriend's ex. My boyfriend and his ex weren't on the best of terms,or so they wanted me to believe.
I had no one to talk to. No close friends that I could ask advice from. I had to go to this party or it would look like the ex won and I'll be damned if I give her that satisfaction.
I wouldn't be able to relax at the party but I would look damn good. I looked at the computer screen with a nauseated stomach. All I could do was stare at the e-vite.
Time to back away from the computer, I thought to myself.
We bind ourselves to a logic that cannot exist. We base our ideas on lies such as friendship. I haven't found a true friend since I have been alive, I thought to myself as I sipped by coffee. Why start now?
I flipped on the news. The news was always depressing these days so, I changed the channel and found that the only other thing on was the Home Shopping Network. I frowned. This scam really upset me. Really cheap items for expensive prices and people actually bought into it. I changed the channel to the music channels and jammed out to Kimbra.
I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes for a moment. I had time to think. It was hard to have time to myself between my cheating boyfriend and my daughter. My daughter is five years old, but very bright for her age. She was currently in school. I knew my boyfriend was at his ex's house because I called him at work. His boss, Johnny, was really embarrassed and told me that he never came in.
I had chosen to move our family to Tennessee to be with Robbie, my boyfriend.
Then, my phone rang. It was Robbie.
He decided that he was moving to Maine with Sasha and told me the party that I was invited to was an accident. He was going to propose to Sasha at the party and they were happy together. He told me that I just wasn't doing it for him.
I said a few choice words to him that I won't repeat. Thankfully, my name was on the lease because his credit was bad. I arranged a time when i wouldn't be home for him to come and get his stuff. My only friend in the world, Rachel, would supervise to make sure that Robbie only took his own things.
So, my daughter Amanda, and myself would have to start all over. It was scary and depressing but I had to be strong for my daughter. That is the hardest part.
There were a lot of people I could talk to, cry to, laugh with and go out with but they weren't true friends. Now, I was at home,alone,typing on my computer and feeling sorry for myself. I felt it was all some kind of a mistake.
You couldn't really lose all of your friends over something so silly as a party, could you?
I didn't want to go to this stupid party. My boyfriend's ex was hosting it...and that made me feel even more uncomfortable. I wasn't too happy about my boyfriend being on such good terms with his ex. I knew he had been unfaithful for a while but asking me to go with him to her party ... that was just wrong.
I felt as though I had to watch every word I said, and tip toe around because I didn't want to offend anyone. I knew that I was walking into a lion's den. Everyone probably had been told about me, the ice queen. Most of the people at this party would be the ex girlfriend's friends and they would hate me just out of loyalty, even though non of them knew me personally.
Also, I was tired of being betrayed.
I felt like I couldn't really be MYSELF. I would just feel awkward and weird around my boyfriend's ex. My boyfriend and his ex weren't on the best of terms,or so they wanted me to believe.
I had no one to talk to. No close friends that I could ask advice from. I had to go to this party or it would look like the ex won and I'll be damned if I give her that satisfaction.
I wouldn't be able to relax at the party but I would look damn good. I looked at the computer screen with a nauseated stomach. All I could do was stare at the e-vite.
Time to back away from the computer, I thought to myself.
We bind ourselves to a logic that cannot exist. We base our ideas on lies such as friendship. I haven't found a true friend since I have been alive, I thought to myself as I sipped by coffee. Why start now?
I flipped on the news. The news was always depressing these days so, I changed the channel and found that the only other thing on was the Home Shopping Network. I frowned. This scam really upset me. Really cheap items for expensive prices and people actually bought into it. I changed the channel to the music channels and jammed out to Kimbra.
I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes for a moment. I had time to think. It was hard to have time to myself between my cheating boyfriend and my daughter. My daughter is five years old, but very bright for her age. She was currently in school. I knew my boyfriend was at his ex's house because I called him at work. His boss, Johnny, was really embarrassed and told me that he never came in.
I had chosen to move our family to Tennessee to be with Robbie, my boyfriend.
Then, my phone rang. It was Robbie.
He decided that he was moving to Maine with Sasha and told me the party that I was invited to was an accident. He was going to propose to Sasha at the party and they were happy together. He told me that I just wasn't doing it for him.
I said a few choice words to him that I won't repeat. Thankfully, my name was on the lease because his credit was bad. I arranged a time when i wouldn't be home for him to come and get his stuff. My only friend in the world, Rachel, would supervise to make sure that Robbie only took his own things.
So, my daughter Amanda, and myself would have to start all over. It was scary and depressing but I had to be strong for my daughter. That is the hardest part.
Independence
She was standing beside her bed with her hands on her hips, looking at the bed she had made that morning. The house had been spotless, and now--it had been destroyed. Well--if he thought he'd scare her like that while they had a son...he would never see his son again. He can pick on me now, but he will NEVER find his son. Never. He was finally safe with friends. Friends who could be counted on and trusted. So when the smell of the freshly lit cigar arose, she was ready. She took lighter fluid and poured it through the house. As she took up the match she said, "Sorry baby, but this is your only way out." A tear streamed down her cheek as she watched everything she had acquired her catch with the bright hot flames...they engulfed everything that belonged to her, even the man with the cigar...he wasn't able to escape. She prayed once more that it would be over, and her son would understand some day and still love her. She had to do this, it was the only way for him ever to have a decent life without the bruises and without broken bones.
Her son was summoned by the kids in the neighborhood. Everyone told him that his house was on fire. He didn't believe it and couldn't believe it. Tears fell over his partially bruised eye. A fireman walking by him paused to look around. The boy tugged on his sleeve. "Sir, what it happening here?" He knew this was their boy. He was mighty polite, but there was news to be told.
"Your mama and your daddy were in the house together son, and I don't think we'll find them...alive."
His eyes swelled with new tears. "What's going to happen to me then sir?"
The fireman took one quick look around and spotted the exact image of Tayla. "Be right back son." The fireman said and moved over to Tayla's look alike.
"Beg your pardon missus, but are you related to Tayla?"
"I am her twin sister, Kayla."
"well I got a little boy over here who sure needs some kind words and a good night's sleep. He'd be your nephew."
"Yes, I would expect so...lemme look at you son."
He looked just like HIM. Not all that bad, he had his mother's eyes and her frailty.
Her son was summoned by the kids in the neighborhood. Everyone told him that his house was on fire. He didn't believe it and couldn't believe it. Tears fell over his partially bruised eye. A fireman walking by him paused to look around. The boy tugged on his sleeve. "Sir, what it happening here?" He knew this was their boy. He was mighty polite, but there was news to be told.
"Your mama and your daddy were in the house together son, and I don't think we'll find them...alive."
His eyes swelled with new tears. "What's going to happen to me then sir?"
The fireman took one quick look around and spotted the exact image of Tayla. "Be right back son." The fireman said and moved over to Tayla's look alike.
"Beg your pardon missus, but are you related to Tayla?"
"I am her twin sister, Kayla."
"well I got a little boy over here who sure needs some kind words and a good night's sleep. He'd be your nephew."
"Yes, I would expect so...lemme look at you son."
He looked just like HIM. Not all that bad, he had his mother's eyes and her frailty.
Tired
Confused
and Unknowing
Strangely Undecided
Is the
way
I feel.
Hurting and
Stung
by the world
around me.
Hurting and Confused
by your
words.
Tired
of
it
all.
and Unknowing
Strangely Undecided
Is the
way
I feel.
Hurting and
Stung
by the world
around me.
Hurting and Confused
by your
words.
Tired
of
it
all.
Haunted
Haunted by your thoughts
haunted by your voice
Haunted by your memory
of being mistrusted.
You were my soul
you were everything
you were the one
Whom I confided in
Why must you
be so aloof?
Why must you
distance yourself?
What happened to us?
What happened to the
meaning of our friendship?
What did I do
That made you look
for someone else?
Haunted by your
words
wanting you near
wanting to be
there for you
Again
Why you have
gone
I am still
lost
Why you talk
to me still
is beyond
my control
Why do you push
me Away?
why do you not
want me around?
What did I do?
What did I say?
What was it that I did
to drive you away?
haunted by your voice
Haunted by your memory
of being mistrusted.
You were my soul
you were everything
you were the one
Whom I confided in
Why must you
be so aloof?
Why must you
distance yourself?
What happened to us?
What happened to the
meaning of our friendship?
What did I do
That made you look
for someone else?
Haunted by your
words
wanting you near
wanting to be
there for you
Again
Why you have
gone
I am still
lost
Why you talk
to me still
is beyond
my control
Why do you push
me Away?
why do you not
want me around?
What did I do?
What did I say?
What was it that I did
to drive you away?
Forward - The Indian Princess
I was sitting i the parlor over lunch when my dad joined me. I knew it had to be important because he almost never dined with me. He usually was always in his study or at meetings with his officers from the army. He sat down with me and ordered our servants to leave because he he wanted to talk to me alone. I knew then that it had to be serious.
"Maria," he started after the last servant had gone. "You are still young and at sixteen you must have a guardian to accompany you while I am away."
I was surprised.
"Father, you are going away again?"
He looked above the fireplace. It had a painted portrait of my mother. She died when I was born, so it had always been my dad and myself. I know that he missed her terribly. I never knew her but I had heard stories about her.
"It is my duty as King to aid my country when it needs me."
He looked back at the portrait. I grabbed his hand.
"When are you leaving papa?" I asked.
He looked at me steadily.
"I leave in two weeks. My troops and I shall march to Asia."
I was worried. I did not trust my father's council one bit. Each one of them were power hungry and they did not give a damn about the people. They would rather see the kingdom starve while they lounged at bath houses and slept on silk sheets. It just made me so angry. If I were a son, things would be much different. But, women could do nothing. My father remarried and tried for a son but the marriage resulted in no children. I was close to my step mother. She was a gentle person and very sweet. It was easy to talk to her.
"So, who will be in charge while you are gone?"
I asked nervously.
My father looked deep in thought for a moment and then finally answered.
"I think I will leave the Lord St. James. He is someone I can trust."
The Lord St. James was a favorite at court. He was tall and handsome. He had dark features and black hair with hazel eyes and he was about 6'2". He had been offered many marriage contracts but had denied them all. He was also American, like my mother. He gave me the creeps. I did not like him one bit. I always felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.
I was part American and part Indian. I had long black hair that reached my waist and green eyes. I had light olive toned skin and was only 5'4".
"I shall miss you father." I said after a while.
"I shall miss you too my dear. Hopefully, the war will be over soon and I can come back home to you. Until then, mind Lord St. James and be good. Well, my dear, I shall depart to my study."
And with that, he left the parlor and I was there alone. The servants came back in and I finished my lunch sorrowfully. I did not want my father to leave. I was so scared that he would not return.
Finally, the day had arrived. My father was leaving for the war. I wore my best dress. It was a long, flowing gown made of green silk. I used my silver hair combs to dress my hair. I tried to catch his eye to plead for him to stay home, but he would not make eye contact. I guess he felt guilty for leaving his only daughter. But, this war was very serious and I knew deep down that he needed to go. The troops would regain morale if they saw their king in the front lines.
I felt so alone already. I had already lost one parent and I did not want to lose another one. His troops lined up and my father mounted his horse. They marched down the road as I sat there with tears running down my face. Lord St. James put his hand on my shoulder. I got chills down my spine.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear,"Come, let's go back to the castle."
There was nothing else I could do but to listen. I followed him back into the castle. From then on, it was a complete nightmare.
And then, the real story starts.
"Maria," he started after the last servant had gone. "You are still young and at sixteen you must have a guardian to accompany you while I am away."
I was surprised.
"Father, you are going away again?"
He looked above the fireplace. It had a painted portrait of my mother. She died when I was born, so it had always been my dad and myself. I know that he missed her terribly. I never knew her but I had heard stories about her.
"It is my duty as King to aid my country when it needs me."
He looked back at the portrait. I grabbed his hand.
"When are you leaving papa?" I asked.
He looked at me steadily.
"I leave in two weeks. My troops and I shall march to Asia."
I was worried. I did not trust my father's council one bit. Each one of them were power hungry and they did not give a damn about the people. They would rather see the kingdom starve while they lounged at bath houses and slept on silk sheets. It just made me so angry. If I were a son, things would be much different. But, women could do nothing. My father remarried and tried for a son but the marriage resulted in no children. I was close to my step mother. She was a gentle person and very sweet. It was easy to talk to her.
"So, who will be in charge while you are gone?"
I asked nervously.
My father looked deep in thought for a moment and then finally answered.
"I think I will leave the Lord St. James. He is someone I can trust."
The Lord St. James was a favorite at court. He was tall and handsome. He had dark features and black hair with hazel eyes and he was about 6'2". He had been offered many marriage contracts but had denied them all. He was also American, like my mother. He gave me the creeps. I did not like him one bit. I always felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.
I was part American and part Indian. I had long black hair that reached my waist and green eyes. I had light olive toned skin and was only 5'4".
"I shall miss you father." I said after a while.
"I shall miss you too my dear. Hopefully, the war will be over soon and I can come back home to you. Until then, mind Lord St. James and be good. Well, my dear, I shall depart to my study."
And with that, he left the parlor and I was there alone. The servants came back in and I finished my lunch sorrowfully. I did not want my father to leave. I was so scared that he would not return.
Finally, the day had arrived. My father was leaving for the war. I wore my best dress. It was a long, flowing gown made of green silk. I used my silver hair combs to dress my hair. I tried to catch his eye to plead for him to stay home, but he would not make eye contact. I guess he felt guilty for leaving his only daughter. But, this war was very serious and I knew deep down that he needed to go. The troops would regain morale if they saw their king in the front lines.
I felt so alone already. I had already lost one parent and I did not want to lose another one. His troops lined up and my father mounted his horse. They marched down the road as I sat there with tears running down my face. Lord St. James put his hand on my shoulder. I got chills down my spine.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear,"Come, let's go back to the castle."
There was nothing else I could do but to listen. I followed him back into the castle. From then on, it was a complete nightmare.
And then, the real story starts.
Cop Drama - Traveling to the Future (unfinished)
I woke up late again. I turned and looked at the alarm clock. Was it really 6:30am? I groaned and pulled myself away from my warm bed.
"I have really got to stop hitting the snooze button." I muttered to myself.
I looked around for something to wear. My clothes were scattered all over my floor. I hadn't bothered to clean because I had been too busy at work. I was still have asleep, so I picked up a random pair of jeans off of the floor and put them on while grabbing a top from the pile of clothes on my vanity chair. I pulled on my jacket as I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in my usual pony tail. I quickly rushed out of the door and I prayed that I would catch the bus. I managed to get to the bus stop just in time and got on the bus. I found a seat, and I sat down and sighed. I vowed, like I did every morning, that I wouldn't hit the snooze alarm anymore.
I arrived at the station and the chief looked annoyed. When he's in that mood, you keep out of his way. I slipped past him without him noticing and sat at my desk. I had a mountain of cold cases that I was trying to solve. I looked up for a brief moment and made eye contact with the chief. Uh oh.
The chief came over to my desk.
"I need you to investigate something for me."
I was a bit stunned. I hadn't been in the field for a long time. The chief and I disagreed a lot so he stuck me at a desk for the rest of my life.
"What would you like me to investigate?" I asked.
I was really curious and a little intrigued.
"There's a woman who etches grave stones and owns a funeral home. My informant says that she stuffs the drugs inside of the coffin and then the dealers grab the stuff at the viewing of the body. The whole thing is sick. She should show the families some god damned respect!"
I agreed. That was pretty awful. So, I got in my patrol car and headed her way.
I got out of the car and saw her out front etching into a granite tombstone. I was her as she etched the stone. She was dressed uniquely with silver attire, which looked like a long t-shirt. She had silver boots that matched, they were almost hidden by the strange outfit. She had purple hair down her shoulders and rings on every finger.
She looked up at me and said, "Wow, the year 2000! Wait til I tell Reznik how I found a grave site this old that still exists!"
And she ran off. I didn't understand what she meant, it sounded crazy to me.
I crept up to the granite that she had been etching and what I saw almost made me faint.
Valerie Cummings
January 2, 1983 - June 26, 2000
My name! I couldn't believe it! I had died? It couldn't be possible! I remembered a car, my mother was driving. We were going down the road when a school bus pulled out in front of us. After that, it was darkness. I don't remember anything after that...just sleeping. Why was I here? What year was it? What was going on?
"I have really got to stop hitting the snooze button." I muttered to myself.
I looked around for something to wear. My clothes were scattered all over my floor. I hadn't bothered to clean because I had been too busy at work. I was still have asleep, so I picked up a random pair of jeans off of the floor and put them on while grabbing a top from the pile of clothes on my vanity chair. I pulled on my jacket as I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in my usual pony tail. I quickly rushed out of the door and I prayed that I would catch the bus. I managed to get to the bus stop just in time and got on the bus. I found a seat, and I sat down and sighed. I vowed, like I did every morning, that I wouldn't hit the snooze alarm anymore.
I arrived at the station and the chief looked annoyed. When he's in that mood, you keep out of his way. I slipped past him without him noticing and sat at my desk. I had a mountain of cold cases that I was trying to solve. I looked up for a brief moment and made eye contact with the chief. Uh oh.
The chief came over to my desk.
"I need you to investigate something for me."
I was a bit stunned. I hadn't been in the field for a long time. The chief and I disagreed a lot so he stuck me at a desk for the rest of my life.
"What would you like me to investigate?" I asked.
I was really curious and a little intrigued.
"There's a woman who etches grave stones and owns a funeral home. My informant says that she stuffs the drugs inside of the coffin and then the dealers grab the stuff at the viewing of the body. The whole thing is sick. She should show the families some god damned respect!"
I agreed. That was pretty awful. So, I got in my patrol car and headed her way.
I got out of the car and saw her out front etching into a granite tombstone. I was her as she etched the stone. She was dressed uniquely with silver attire, which looked like a long t-shirt. She had silver boots that matched, they were almost hidden by the strange outfit. She had purple hair down her shoulders and rings on every finger.
She looked up at me and said, "Wow, the year 2000! Wait til I tell Reznik how I found a grave site this old that still exists!"
And she ran off. I didn't understand what she meant, it sounded crazy to me.
I crept up to the granite that she had been etching and what I saw almost made me faint.
Valerie Cummings
January 2, 1983 - June 26, 2000
My name! I couldn't believe it! I had died? It couldn't be possible! I remembered a car, my mother was driving. We were going down the road when a school bus pulled out in front of us. After that, it was darkness. I don't remember anything after that...just sleeping. Why was I here? What year was it? What was going on?
Break Up
Silently wishing
For this nightmare to end
Silently waiting
For this struggle to fade
Hoping that you
Won't forget me
Hoping that you
Won't hate me
Together again
Is an impossibility
But maybe friends
Would be more up your
Alley.
For this nightmare to end
Silently waiting
For this struggle to fade
Hoping that you
Won't forget me
Hoping that you
Won't hate me
Together again
Is an impossibility
But maybe friends
Would be more up your
Alley.
When You Look - by Amber Farrow
When you look in my eyes what do you see?
When you look deep into my soul, what do you feel?
I see dreams and nightmares.
I see hope and high expectations.
I feel love, anger, and peace.
When you look at me do you really see me?
Can you look past my flaws to see the good in me?
Without love an compassion where would we be?
Without love there is no future.
Written by: Amber Farrow
When you look deep into my soul, what do you feel?
I see dreams and nightmares.
I see hope and high expectations.
I feel love, anger, and peace.
When you look at me do you really see me?
Can you look past my flaws to see the good in me?
Without love an compassion where would we be?
Without love there is no future.
Written by: Amber Farrow
Hostility
Innocent thoughts
Rush through my head
And they vanish
For you have brought
Hostility to my life.
Rush through my head
And they vanish
For you have brought
Hostility to my life.
Slumber
Peacefully dreaming
Away from this dark portal
of reality
Sleep
a desperate escape
from this unkind world
we know so well
Darkness takes me
I fall away
into a peaceful slumber
quietly.
Away from this dark portal
of reality
Sleep
a desperate escape
from this unkind world
we know so well
Darkness takes me
I fall away
into a peaceful slumber
quietly.
Sleep
Slumber takes me to a foreign place
Where dreams are scarce
and in my mind
it awaits
It waits for my eyes to slowly drop
It waits for me to relax
and in my mind
it awaits
It waits for me to give way to darkness
It waits for me to welcome it in,
and in my mind
it awaits
Sleep finally sets in,
It has awaited
and I have given in.
I have given in.
**quick note - this was published when I was 15.
Where dreams are scarce
and in my mind
it awaits
It waits for my eyes to slowly drop
It waits for me to relax
and in my mind
it awaits
It waits for me to give way to darkness
It waits for me to welcome it in,
and in my mind
it awaits
Sleep finally sets in,
It has awaited
and I have given in.
I have given in.
**quick note - this was published when I was 15.
Fresh Start
Dizzy and dependent,
I let you control me.
Everything about me.
You controlled me,
Physically and played
games with my inner mind.
You kept my soul chained
and my bonds clear
and yet you
said you loved me.
My heart wouldn't let
me love you.
So instead,
You kept me a prisoner.
You resulted to fear and intimidation
and you provoked fear
into my heart
and into my life.
So while the hands of fate
were twisting away,
So was my life.
I am stronger
Thanks to you
And more determined
Than ever
To start anew.
I let you control me.
Everything about me.
You controlled me,
Physically and played
games with my inner mind.
You kept my soul chained
and my bonds clear
and yet you
said you loved me.
My heart wouldn't let
me love you.
So instead,
You kept me a prisoner.
You resulted to fear and intimidation
and you provoked fear
into my heart
and into my life.
So while the hands of fate
were twisting away,
So was my life.
I am stronger
Thanks to you
And more determined
Than ever
To start anew.
Mind Games
Raped of my choices
and of my heart
everything that once meant
something to me,
is now gone.
As I sit here
mourning for what I've lost
for when I lost you
I lost everything.
I lost my soul,
and my mind
or was that
when I was with you?
You were like
an invisible poison to me,
that I couldn't get enough of.
Why didn't I realize
in time?
I could have
saved myself
a lot of grief.
and of my heart
everything that once meant
something to me,
is now gone.
As I sit here
mourning for what I've lost
for when I lost you
I lost everything.
I lost my soul,
and my mind
or was that
when I was with you?
You were like
an invisible poison to me,
that I couldn't get enough of.
Why didn't I realize
in time?
I could have
saved myself
a lot of grief.
Innocence
My mind echoes a time
When I truly believed
in people.
In you.
Now, it is just
a faded memory
a past time -
A lost dream.
For you have
destroyed my innocence
as well as my mind.
When I truly believed
in people.
In you.
Now, it is just
a faded memory
a past time -
A lost dream.
For you have
destroyed my innocence
as well as my mind.
The Darkness Fades
At the sound of
your name
the darkness fades
and I am happy
once again.
You are the light
that shines in my
heart.
You are the one
who keeps me sane.
You are the love
that I have never
known.
your name
the darkness fades
and I am happy
once again.
You are the light
that shines in my
heart.
You are the one
who keeps me sane.
You are the love
that I have never
known.
Key to my Heart
My heart belongs
to you -
and only you.
You are the
reason behind
every smile.
You are the only
one
who holds the key
to my heart.
to you -
and only you.
You are the
reason behind
every smile.
You are the only
one
who holds the key
to my heart.
Acceptance
Hurt by rejection,
Lost in fear -
Looking into your
Eyes
Makes everything clear.
I can see
The love there,
And I can also see,
The Devotion.
But most of all,
I see your open arms -
Open wide for me,
And accepting of who I am,
And who I'm meant to be.
Lost in fear -
Looking into your
Eyes
Makes everything clear.
I can see
The love there,
And I can also see,
The Devotion.
But most of all,
I see your open arms -
Open wide for me,
And accepting of who I am,
And who I'm meant to be.
What Would You Do?
What would you do
If your heart was torn in two?
Two different people,
Two different lives,
Two different loves,
One of them attached,
One in love with you.
Would you cry?
Scream?
Tell lies?
So that you could keep them both?
Not me.
For I want neither.
All my life I have waited
for the "right" one,
And this -
has helped me
None.
If your heart was torn in two?
Two different people,
Two different lives,
Two different loves,
One of them attached,
One in love with you.
Would you cry?
Scream?
Tell lies?
So that you could keep them both?
Not me.
For I want neither.
All my life I have waited
for the "right" one,
And this -
has helped me
None.
Nothing Left to Give
Alone in my mind
Hiding from the world.
Shielding myself from hurt
And the pain.
I stare into space
into this black hole
which has become my heart
There is nothing left to give.
Hiding from the world.
Shielding myself from hurt
And the pain.
I stare into space
into this black hole
which has become my heart
There is nothing left to give.
Numbness
Hiding from the world -
Hiding form you.
Hiding from my thoughts
desperately trying to escape.
New thoughts converge in
My mind
About you
About what we used to be.
And I wonder
What went wrong?
With no answer
Or explanation.
Hateful words
Hurtful glances
Pierce my heart.
Hurt by your words
Stung by your actions
My mind goes numb
My mind,
Unable to think.
My heart,
Unable to speak.
For I cannot believe,
How you are treating me.
Hiding form you.
Hiding from my thoughts
desperately trying to escape.
New thoughts converge in
My mind
About you
About what we used to be.
And I wonder
What went wrong?
With no answer
Or explanation.
Hateful words
Hurtful glances
Pierce my heart.
Hurt by your words
Stung by your actions
My mind goes numb
My mind,
Unable to think.
My heart,
Unable to speak.
For I cannot believe,
How you are treating me.
True Love
My thoughts turn to you
drifting...
doting...
you are the one whom I trust
the very heart of me,
You warm my soul
complete my smile,
You are the one
who makes waking up
worthwhile.
drifting...
doting...
you are the one whom I trust
the very heart of me,
You warm my soul
complete my smile,
You are the one
who makes waking up
worthwhile.
Abandoned
Angry and confused
by your words
and actions
I thought I would
be OK again
I thought that I had found
"the one."
But it isn't so
I'm still alone
for I have
Been abandoned
not once ...
but three times.
by your words
and actions
I thought I would
be OK again
I thought that I had found
"the one."
But it isn't so
I'm still alone
for I have
Been abandoned
not once ...
but three times.
Love of my Life
Lost in your eyes
embracing your smile,
hanging on to every moment
scared it will slip away.
Now that it has
and you are gone
I am forced to live my life
and move on.
I will never forget
the good times we shared
or the special moments we had.
For you are special to me,
and the
Love of my Life.
embracing your smile,
hanging on to every moment
scared it will slip away.
Now that it has
and you are gone
I am forced to live my life
and move on.
I will never forget
the good times we shared
or the special moments we had.
For you are special to me,
and the
Love of my Life.
Soothing
A stream flows smoothly
through the mountains
only one rock block its path
It tries to go around it
but it cannot.
Eventually,
it does get through the rock
that caused it so much
delay.
through the mountains
only one rock block its path
It tries to go around it
but it cannot.
Eventually,
it does get through the rock
that caused it so much
delay.
Already Known Pain
My heart aches
with an excruciating pain -
For you have done
What I never thought I'd feel again.
I don't know what to do
Or even what to say -
I don't even know how to act -
Or what to do.
Will someone help me?
Will this pain drive me insane?
I try to think
Of other things ...
with an excruciating pain -
For you have done
What I never thought I'd feel again.
I don't know what to do
Or even what to say -
I don't even know how to act -
Or what to do.
Will someone help me?
Will this pain drive me insane?
I try to think
Of other things ...
Hiding
Sadly mistaken
horribly distraught...
I turn to the one person
whom I trust the most
No one can help me
No one understands
For the hurt you caused
can never be reprimanded.
horribly distraught...
I turn to the one person
whom I trust the most
No one can help me
No one understands
For the hurt you caused
can never be reprimanded.
Heed the Warnings
Every though
is drowned out
by your name.
Every emotion
blackened
by your memory,
My scarred
heart is unprotected
from your words,
For you
have no decency
or emotions,
You
are just what
I was warned
About.
is drowned out
by your name.
Every emotion
blackened
by your memory,
My scarred
heart is unprotected
from your words,
For you
have no decency
or emotions,
You
are just what
I was warned
About.
Comfort
Trying to concentrate
Teary eyed
and oblivious
to the world.
You see something
In me.
You make me hold my
head up high
and wipe away
my tears.
and yet,
all of my fears
are gone too.
Teary eyed
and oblivious
to the world.
You see something
In me.
You make me hold my
head up high
and wipe away
my tears.
and yet,
all of my fears
are gone too.
Bitterness
Eating away at
my thoughts
and
stealing my dreams --
You think you
are destined
to
screw me.
You are mislead
mistaken if
you will -
for you are the one
who's going
to burn
in hell.
my thoughts
and
stealing my dreams --
You think you
are destined
to
screw me.
You are mislead
mistaken if
you will -
for you are the one
who's going
to burn
in hell.
Emptiness
Confused and angry,
By the words,
You spoke.
Heartbreak is,
Not new to
Me.
I trusted you -
I confided in you,
And yet now -
You're not here.
What did I do that
Was so wrong?
That drove you
Away?
I guess I will
Never know,
Since fate had
Different plans.
By the words,
You spoke.
Heartbreak is,
Not new to
Me.
I trusted you -
I confided in you,
And yet now -
You're not here.
What did I do that
Was so wrong?
That drove you
Away?
I guess I will
Never know,
Since fate had
Different plans.
Monday, July 9, 2012
The Nightmare from Last Night
I had two sets of nightmares. One involved my grandfather (I dreamed about him last night, too) and the other involved one of my best friends that I grew up with but we've grown a part.
And, no, before you ask, I have not played any zombie games or watched zombie movies yesterday.
The first nightmare was about my grandfather.
We were back in his hospital room, watching him die all over again. That was rough enough. After he took his last breath and died, a team of nurses and doctors came in, moved us out of the way, and started to resuscitate him. They brought him back. I looked over at the monitor and saw a heartbeat. I was so excited! My grandfather would live! My family and I gave each other hugs and we were so happy. Then, my grandfather spoke to all of us.
"Who are you?"
He didn't remember anything about us ... who we were, what he was doing in the hospital, nothing. All of his memories were gone. My heart sank. This, to me, was worse than death. He didn't even recognize my grandmother. She tried to get him to remember, and then she started to cry. The doctor suggested putting him in a nursing home because he would need around the clock care. He couldn't even remember how to get dressed. It was so hard to watch. This wasn't the grandfather I remembered. Then, I woke up.
The second dream took place in Augusta. I was with my long time friend, the one I grew up with, and his family. I was visiting because I haven't been to Augusta in a long, long time. I got to meet his wife and say hello to the new arrival. Everything was going great until I heard a bunch of sirens go off outside. We flipped on the news to find that SRS was having some sort of melt down and everyone needed to evacuate quickly. I grabbed the wife by the hand and my friend followed us. We made it to the last helicopter but there was only room for three. I shoved my friend aboard with his family, and before they could do anything the helicopter took off. I stood there and watched, knowing I was going to die, but that they would be safe. He had kids and I didn't. He needed to be with his family. If I was lucky, I would find transport somewhere else. But before I could do anything, the helicopter blew up. I screamed. The fiery wreckage rained down around me. I sank to my knees. I was the one who made them get on that helicopter. I was the reason they died.
And, no, before you ask, I have not played any zombie games or watched zombie movies yesterday.
The first nightmare was about my grandfather.
We were back in his hospital room, watching him die all over again. That was rough enough. After he took his last breath and died, a team of nurses and doctors came in, moved us out of the way, and started to resuscitate him. They brought him back. I looked over at the monitor and saw a heartbeat. I was so excited! My grandfather would live! My family and I gave each other hugs and we were so happy. Then, my grandfather spoke to all of us.
"Who are you?"
He didn't remember anything about us ... who we were, what he was doing in the hospital, nothing. All of his memories were gone. My heart sank. This, to me, was worse than death. He didn't even recognize my grandmother. She tried to get him to remember, and then she started to cry. The doctor suggested putting him in a nursing home because he would need around the clock care. He couldn't even remember how to get dressed. It was so hard to watch. This wasn't the grandfather I remembered. Then, I woke up.
The second dream took place in Augusta. I was with my long time friend, the one I grew up with, and his family. I was visiting because I haven't been to Augusta in a long, long time. I got to meet his wife and say hello to the new arrival. Everything was going great until I heard a bunch of sirens go off outside. We flipped on the news to find that SRS was having some sort of melt down and everyone needed to evacuate quickly. I grabbed the wife by the hand and my friend followed us. We made it to the last helicopter but there was only room for three. I shoved my friend aboard with his family, and before they could do anything the helicopter took off. I stood there and watched, knowing I was going to die, but that they would be safe. He had kids and I didn't. He needed to be with his family. If I was lucky, I would find transport somewhere else. But before I could do anything, the helicopter blew up. I screamed. The fiery wreckage rained down around me. I sank to my knees. I was the one who made them get on that helicopter. I was the reason they died.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
The Nightmare on Elm St. - Rewritten
This dream played as a movie in my head. I was watching a movie, not active in the dream.
Freddy got a bad reputation. He loved his wife, that's all he was guilty of. He would kill for her. He would die for her. She was everything to him and he loved her.
His wife was a ruthless, cold, calculating woman. She was short in stature with a reddish brown bob and petite. She was curvy, but not fat. She always wore business suits with short skirts. Her appearance was always pristine. She was never less than perfect. Kruger had fallen for her looks, her poise, and her grace but he should have paid more attention to her flaws.
She was currently buttoning up her clothes. The plumber, the Mason's boy from down the street, was currently zipping up his pants. He wasn't so bad in the sack but he was dumb as a bag of rocks. This guy would do anything she told him, all for another chance to sleep with her. She cooed in his ear and slid her arms up around his neck and whispered into his ear. He was going to get rid of one of her problems.
They owned a three bedroom house in the suburbs. They also had a teenage daughter, Leslie. She lived in the top right bedroom of the house. Peter, the newborn baby boy the couple just had, lived in the bottom left bedroom. The couple, lived in the top center bedroom. Kruger pulled up to the house in his black F150, excited about seeing his newborn son. He had always wanted a baby boy. He took two steps before a giant blast knocked him back on his feet. He was knocked behind his truck. When he got to his feet, he saw that the room where his newborn son had been, was a giant, black, burnt hole in the side of the house. His son was dead. He started screaming and tears rolled down his cheeks. He tried to run to the side of the house but locals held him back. No one saw the Mason's boy driving away from the scene.
Leslie knew what her mother did. She knew her mother was responsible for Peter's death. Her father refused to believe it or see the signs. But, it was obvious. To make her point, she hid her father in her closet. He protested at first and then agreed. He knew his wife wouldn't, couldn't conceive of something so horrible. So, to please and quiet his daughter, he hid. His wife came into the room and saw Leslie. She smiled, a cold and calculating smile. She looked around and then spoke.
"Too bad that he didn't kill you as well. It's amazing how far men will go to get off. One day you'll learn how to do that, if you don't ... let's say," as she tapped a nail against her cheek, "have an accident first. Your father will. I've grown tired of him and he's just not as useful to me as he once was. That's why I kept him around for so long."
Kruger gaped in shock from the closet.
"I thought you loved father."
Leslie whispered, slowly. Her mother just laughed.
"Loved? NEVER! I never loved him! I just used him! Thank you, Leslie, I needed a good laugh today."
Kruger balled his fists.
Leslie's father had been useful to her mother because he used to kill for her mother. Her mother was a cannibal. She was too perfect to kill for herself - too much blood. So, she slept with Kruger and manipulated him into killing for her. He would bring the bodies to her and she would feed. Leslie would take the victim's clothes, which were stripped from their bodies before her mother ate, and wear them. Leslie liked the scent of the blood, but would never eat human flesh.
Her father burst through the closet door and hit her mother. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth and she laughed as she wiped it away.
"Did you really think that I ever loved you? I didn't want kids, I only had these mistakes to keep you happy so that you would keep bringing me food. You're NOTHING! NOTHING TO ME! DO YOU HEAR ME, KRUGER?!? NOTHING!"
Kruger, at that moment, punched her so hard that the mother landed across the room and cracked her head open on the edge of the steel corner of the bed. She lay silent on the floor.
Then, the police came in. Leslie and Kruger could hear them from the top floor.
Kruger turned to Leslie.
"They'll never believe me that I had nothing to do with all of this. It's up to you to get out of here and clear my name."
He said as he showed Leslie a way out. He opened the window and gave her the way out. Leslie kissed her father on the cheek and jumped out of the window, landing on the trampoline. She ran, as fast as her feet would take her, away from her childhood home.
As soon as Leslie felt she was a safe distance away, she stopped and turned to watch her dad. She almost screamed. Her childhood home was now on fire and she saw the police retreat, but never saw her father. She watched as her father and mother burned alive inside of the house she was just in. She was the lone survivor of her family. It was all taken away from her in a day. Just a day. She turned her tear stained face away. She had to keep moving. She couldn't let anyone know who she was or what she was doing. So, she ran again.
She saw her father in her dreams. He was always there.
A few weeks later, Leslie got a job at a camp as a counselor. She was going to some place called Crystal Lake. This place would help her cope with what happened. She would need to forget who she was and become someone else. She looked up as a male counselor across the room smiled at her. After what she'd been through, Leslie was ready for anything.
She smiled back.
Freddy got a bad reputation. He loved his wife, that's all he was guilty of. He would kill for her. He would die for her. She was everything to him and he loved her.
His wife was a ruthless, cold, calculating woman. She was short in stature with a reddish brown bob and petite. She was curvy, but not fat. She always wore business suits with short skirts. Her appearance was always pristine. She was never less than perfect. Kruger had fallen for her looks, her poise, and her grace but he should have paid more attention to her flaws.
She was currently buttoning up her clothes. The plumber, the Mason's boy from down the street, was currently zipping up his pants. He wasn't so bad in the sack but he was dumb as a bag of rocks. This guy would do anything she told him, all for another chance to sleep with her. She cooed in his ear and slid her arms up around his neck and whispered into his ear. He was going to get rid of one of her problems.
They owned a three bedroom house in the suburbs. They also had a teenage daughter, Leslie. She lived in the top right bedroom of the house. Peter, the newborn baby boy the couple just had, lived in the bottom left bedroom. The couple, lived in the top center bedroom. Kruger pulled up to the house in his black F150, excited about seeing his newborn son. He had always wanted a baby boy. He took two steps before a giant blast knocked him back on his feet. He was knocked behind his truck. When he got to his feet, he saw that the room where his newborn son had been, was a giant, black, burnt hole in the side of the house. His son was dead. He started screaming and tears rolled down his cheeks. He tried to run to the side of the house but locals held him back. No one saw the Mason's boy driving away from the scene.
Leslie knew what her mother did. She knew her mother was responsible for Peter's death. Her father refused to believe it or see the signs. But, it was obvious. To make her point, she hid her father in her closet. He protested at first and then agreed. He knew his wife wouldn't, couldn't conceive of something so horrible. So, to please and quiet his daughter, he hid. His wife came into the room and saw Leslie. She smiled, a cold and calculating smile. She looked around and then spoke.
"Too bad that he didn't kill you as well. It's amazing how far men will go to get off. One day you'll learn how to do that, if you don't ... let's say," as she tapped a nail against her cheek, "have an accident first. Your father will. I've grown tired of him and he's just not as useful to me as he once was. That's why I kept him around for so long."
Kruger gaped in shock from the closet.
"I thought you loved father."
Leslie whispered, slowly. Her mother just laughed.
"Loved? NEVER! I never loved him! I just used him! Thank you, Leslie, I needed a good laugh today."
Kruger balled his fists.
Leslie's father had been useful to her mother because he used to kill for her mother. Her mother was a cannibal. She was too perfect to kill for herself - too much blood. So, she slept with Kruger and manipulated him into killing for her. He would bring the bodies to her and she would feed. Leslie would take the victim's clothes, which were stripped from their bodies before her mother ate, and wear them. Leslie liked the scent of the blood, but would never eat human flesh.
Her father burst through the closet door and hit her mother. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth and she laughed as she wiped it away.
"Did you really think that I ever loved you? I didn't want kids, I only had these mistakes to keep you happy so that you would keep bringing me food. You're NOTHING! NOTHING TO ME! DO YOU HEAR ME, KRUGER?!? NOTHING!"
Kruger, at that moment, punched her so hard that the mother landed across the room and cracked her head open on the edge of the steel corner of the bed. She lay silent on the floor.
Then, the police came in. Leslie and Kruger could hear them from the top floor.
Kruger turned to Leslie.
"They'll never believe me that I had nothing to do with all of this. It's up to you to get out of here and clear my name."
He said as he showed Leslie a way out. He opened the window and gave her the way out. Leslie kissed her father on the cheek and jumped out of the window, landing on the trampoline. She ran, as fast as her feet would take her, away from her childhood home.
As soon as Leslie felt she was a safe distance away, she stopped and turned to watch her dad. She almost screamed. Her childhood home was now on fire and she saw the police retreat, but never saw her father. She watched as her father and mother burned alive inside of the house she was just in. She was the lone survivor of her family. It was all taken away from her in a day. Just a day. She turned her tear stained face away. She had to keep moving. She couldn't let anyone know who she was or what she was doing. So, she ran again.
She saw her father in her dreams. He was always there.
A few weeks later, Leslie got a job at a camp as a counselor. She was going to some place called Crystal Lake. This place would help her cope with what happened. She would need to forget who she was and become someone else. She looked up as a male counselor across the room smiled at her. After what she'd been through, Leslie was ready for anything.
She smiled back.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
The Disapproving Mother-In-Law-To-Be
Atlanta was almost post apocalyptic. There was no one around, gas mains had ruptured leaving huge holes in the road in the middle of the city, and all of the buildings were worn and unused. The ocean had even come inland. The war really destroyed Atlanta. It was once beautiful, thriving, and full of life. Now, it was just reduced to rubble and there was no life to be seen.
There were bands of people who lived underground because we were known as the "resistance." We didn't want to get caught by the probes that monitored the surface. I was not myself in my dream, but a girl named Anatolia who was a scavenger and thief, and quite good at it. I has olive skin and long, dark hair. My eyes were green and I was tall and thin. Well, everyone was thin, there wasn't that much food to come by.
I crept along the passageways until I found my boyfriend's house. When I say, "house," I use that term loosely. We lived under ground and each person took a pile of rubble and build it into a crude looking dwelling. Sometimes, if you were crafty, you even had running water.
I crept into Josh's window. He helped me in and motioned me to be silent as his mom was still up. She really disapproved of me. We snuggled on his bed for a while, just happy for some peace and a little happiness in the world, when his mother threw open the door in a rage. She heard me laugh, she said later.
So, in an act of defiance, Josh told her that he was going to marry me. She smiled at him, almost sweetly, and said, "Sure you can, if you can find her."
Then, I woke up in the pits way below the city. The places were criminals won't even go. I could hear the spray of the ocean close by and I knew I was in trouble. I needed to find my way back to Josh but I didn't even know where here was. There was no one to ask. The people I did see, avoided me like the plague. I guess they were warned by that evil witch not to talk to me about anything.
I wasn't sure if I was going the right way but I followed the sound of the water spray. I know that would help me get out of the cave. I just kept hearing Josh's mom's laugh over and over again in my head.
There were bands of people who lived underground because we were known as the "resistance." We didn't want to get caught by the probes that monitored the surface. I was not myself in my dream, but a girl named Anatolia who was a scavenger and thief, and quite good at it. I has olive skin and long, dark hair. My eyes were green and I was tall and thin. Well, everyone was thin, there wasn't that much food to come by.
I crept along the passageways until I found my boyfriend's house. When I say, "house," I use that term loosely. We lived under ground and each person took a pile of rubble and build it into a crude looking dwelling. Sometimes, if you were crafty, you even had running water.
I crept into Josh's window. He helped me in and motioned me to be silent as his mom was still up. She really disapproved of me. We snuggled on his bed for a while, just happy for some peace and a little happiness in the world, when his mother threw open the door in a rage. She heard me laugh, she said later.
So, in an act of defiance, Josh told her that he was going to marry me. She smiled at him, almost sweetly, and said, "Sure you can, if you can find her."
Then, I woke up in the pits way below the city. The places were criminals won't even go. I could hear the spray of the ocean close by and I knew I was in trouble. I needed to find my way back to Josh but I didn't even know where here was. There was no one to ask. The people I did see, avoided me like the plague. I guess they were warned by that evil witch not to talk to me about anything.
I wasn't sure if I was going the right way but I followed the sound of the water spray. I know that would help me get out of the cave. I just kept hearing Josh's mom's laugh over and over again in my head.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
The Spaceship and the Budget Committee
I was on an abandoned space station. How did I get here? Where was the meeting? I had a crew of six - and we were all out searching this abandoned facility. We were told to meet here by the federation of the planets to go over some budget changes that would affect our missions.
I motioned to my crew to spread out. I went into this room and saw there was no one there. I was hesitant to turn on the lights, should that attract unwanted attention.
Before I could leave, I heard soft crying. I followed the sound and found a little girl. The girl was smallish in size and couldn't be more than eight. She was huddled in a corner of the small room, hidden behind some linens. I grabbed her hand and put one finger over my mouth to tell her to be quiet. There were monsters orbiting around this station and the last thing that we needed was to attract attention.
I crept down the hall, still holding the girl's hand. I found the hatch where our spaceship was docked. I was about to sneak the girl onto the ship when a monitor flickered. Then, a hologram popped up. It showed a space ship, shaped like a shark. The biggish shark shaped ship was surround by smaller, shark shaped ships. They were approaching rapidly. My crew must have set off a silent alarm. We were going to have to fight our way out of this. I would have to hide the girl somewhere else because the first target would be my ship.
I maneuvered the little girl into a closet nearest to the ship. There was no point in being quiet anymore. I tapped the communicator button on my shirt and spoke to the other crew members.
"Hold on guys, we've got company!"
Then, we heard an explosion on the lower levels of the station. I made sure that my gun was loaded and motioned to the others to double check their guns. Then, they sprung the fight on us. There were gun blasts, death cries, and blood everywhere. I managed to lose one crew member already.
"What do I do now?" I asked myself while still firing my gun.
Just then, one of my crew members Justin, came out of the ship on his motorcycle. He started riding in circles and blasting the enemy with the missiles on the side of his motorcycle (which turned out to be shark shaped aliens with water helmets that allowed them to walk on dry land).
This was our chance. I grabbed the little girl's hand and picked her up. I would hand her off to Justin so that he could get her to the ship. It all happened in slow motion. When I handed her off to Justin, while both of us had her in our arms, she was shot in the stomach twice by one of the enemies. Louise, part of my crew, saw this and shot the alien in the face, rupturing his helmet which made him suffocate.
The little girl started gurgling blood.
"No! No! NO! Stay with me! You hear me? STAY WITH ME!"
I shouted at the girl. I put her on the ground and I started CPR. Justin came up behind me and put his blood stained hands on my shoulders.
"She's gone. There's nothing you can do. Let's go."
I looked at the girl. She was turning a pale blue. Her eyes were open, staring at me, empty.
I motioned to my crew to spread out. I went into this room and saw there was no one there. I was hesitant to turn on the lights, should that attract unwanted attention.
Before I could leave, I heard soft crying. I followed the sound and found a little girl. The girl was smallish in size and couldn't be more than eight. She was huddled in a corner of the small room, hidden behind some linens. I grabbed her hand and put one finger over my mouth to tell her to be quiet. There were monsters orbiting around this station and the last thing that we needed was to attract attention.
I crept down the hall, still holding the girl's hand. I found the hatch where our spaceship was docked. I was about to sneak the girl onto the ship when a monitor flickered. Then, a hologram popped up. It showed a space ship, shaped like a shark. The biggish shark shaped ship was surround by smaller, shark shaped ships. They were approaching rapidly. My crew must have set off a silent alarm. We were going to have to fight our way out of this. I would have to hide the girl somewhere else because the first target would be my ship.
I maneuvered the little girl into a closet nearest to the ship. There was no point in being quiet anymore. I tapped the communicator button on my shirt and spoke to the other crew members.
"Hold on guys, we've got company!"
Then, we heard an explosion on the lower levels of the station. I made sure that my gun was loaded and motioned to the others to double check their guns. Then, they sprung the fight on us. There were gun blasts, death cries, and blood everywhere. I managed to lose one crew member already.
"What do I do now?" I asked myself while still firing my gun.
Just then, one of my crew members Justin, came out of the ship on his motorcycle. He started riding in circles and blasting the enemy with the missiles on the side of his motorcycle (which turned out to be shark shaped aliens with water helmets that allowed them to walk on dry land).
This was our chance. I grabbed the little girl's hand and picked her up. I would hand her off to Justin so that he could get her to the ship. It all happened in slow motion. When I handed her off to Justin, while both of us had her in our arms, she was shot in the stomach twice by one of the enemies. Louise, part of my crew, saw this and shot the alien in the face, rupturing his helmet which made him suffocate.
The little girl started gurgling blood.
"No! No! NO! Stay with me! You hear me? STAY WITH ME!"
I shouted at the girl. I put her on the ground and I started CPR. Justin came up behind me and put his blood stained hands on my shoulders.
"She's gone. There's nothing you can do. Let's go."
I looked at the girl. She was turning a pale blue. Her eyes were open, staring at me, empty.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Rival Gangs
I was not myself, I was someone else. I was following around a dignitary as a field reporter. This dignitary was from South America and was very important. He took us to see a top secret bridge that was being built in America in his honor. We passed by the bridge and strangely enough it was made of trees. I'm not saying it was a wooden bridge, it was made of actual trees. The pine trees were entwined together to make a bridge. This was the top secret bridge they were working on? It looked like something Keebler Elves made.
The dignitary then took us to a building close by where the engineers were gathered together to plan the bridge. We were all told to grab an ID card and other badges before we could enter the hallway. Two of my friends and I hung back from the dignitary and his crowd.
One of the other girls hung back with us. She had been spending time with the dignitary as a private call girl. She placed her ID in the trash and looked at us.
"If you know what's best for you, you'll leave. Kendra's coming."
Then, she was gone.
A photographer passed us and told us that she had to run to the hospital, there had been an accident in her family. She gave me her really expensive camera and her card and said that she would retrieve her camera later and then left in quite a hurry. The dignitary called to us and told me to take his picture. He posed with two more of his girls and I snapped three pictures to be safe.
I looked at my friends. I was starting to get scared. Kendra was renowned as a head of one of the worst gangs in the area. She was Hispanic in origin, about 140 pounds, 5'6", and she wore the worst wig. It was cut in a 50s style, dyed auburn, with pink highlights. She was dressed in a pink tube top with white hot pants. It was painful to look at. The girl to her right was younger, about seventeen, and stopped to look at me.
She said, "You're holding that camera wrong and that's a crime. Let me show you how to properly hold it." And she proceeded to correct me. I thought they'd just walk by and leave me alone, but I was so, so wrong. Kendra stopped in front of me as well. Why didn't I just leave when that girl told me to? I should have listened. But no, I had to stay here because I wanted a damn promotion.
Kendra looked at the dignitary.
"You have some nerve showing your face around here, Juan. I thought that I told you to stay out of my fucking territory! Since you can't seem to follow simple directions, I think that I need to teach you a lesson."
She started with the lesson. She pulled out a couple of guns and shot all of the girls the dignitary had around him. The younger girl, the seventeen year old who had corrected me earlier, came up to me and smiled.
She whispered into my ear, "Because I think you weren't involved in anything that Juan did, we're going to show you and your friends mercy. Kendra will deal with you herself. Be strong and you'll earn her respect."
Then, Kendra came over.
She looked at me and then charged at me. There wasn't a gun for me - it was physical violence. I had not been trained to fight physically, so I just defended myself. I got a punch or two in and I even tore out some of her wig. I hated that damn wig and attacked her with everything I had. My friends weren't as lucky as I was. One of my friends didn't defend herself well enough so the girl she was fighting broke her neck and killed her. My second friend ended up being paralyzed from the waist down. I managed to only get away with a fractured wrist, broken elbow, and cuts and bruises. Kendra lost hair, had black eyes, and I broke her leg.
After all of the fighting was done, Kendra pulled a gun and shot the dignitary in the head. Then, she looked at me while I huddled against the wall, dialing 911 on my cell phone in my pocket.
"You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that. Stay away from the likes of these people or you may not get so lucky again."
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
The Forensic Pathologist
It was a dark, cold, rainy night. I was working alone that night. I had just finished an autopsy and was finishing closing the Y incision when I received the call that I had two more patients on the way.
I sighed. This was going to be a tough case.
The officer told me that there was a family in a car crash. The wife was driving with the husband in the passenger seat and the newborn baby in the car seat in the back seat of the car. The wife had hit a tree and then the car burst into flames. The husband and daughter burned to death but the woman escaped with third degree burns. She was being air lifted to this hospital. However, I had to stay and preform the autopsies on the rest of her family. The doctors had put the woman in a medicine induced coma.
The bodies arrived from the ambulance and were transferred to the slab that I worked on. The small burned body was so tiny. There was barely anything left. The man, if you could call him that, was burned beyond recognition. There was hardly anything left of him either. There was a stale, burnt pork smell.
I started my job. I decided to start with the baby first. As it turned out, the baby died of smoke inhalation so she had a bit of a merciful death. The husband suffered more. He burned for a long time before he finally died. I recorded my findings in the official report and scrubbed up. I went downstairs to deliver the report to my supervisor.
He looked miserable and then informed me that the wife was awake. He told me that I would have to be the one to explain about her family. She didn't know. My mouth dropped. How do you tell someone that their whole life had changed? She lost everything ... her husband and her newborn daughter, and I had to tell her.
I walked into her hospital room with my file. I tried to smile and ask how she was doing. She wasn't interested in small talk, just how her family was. I told her as gently as I could that her family was dead. I told her that they didn't suffer and died quickly. I knew it was a lie but she deserved some kind of peace. She told me that a dog had run out in front of her car and she tried not to hit it. She lost her entire family while trying to avoid a dog. She started sobbing. All I could do was just go up to her and give her a hug. What else could I do?
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
My husband and the Dinner Date
I was with my husband and we were staying with an affluent single father with three children, twin teenage boys and a girl about thirteen. The single father was going to introduce us to the neighborhood. It was gorgeous. It was a city built on clear, blue water. Dolphins swam through the water streets. The place was beautiful but my husband and I couldn't go anywhere since the place was so guarded.
We had a dinner date with our Fraternity. I woke up late. The dinner date was at 8pm at a restaurant across town. I woke up at 7:30pm. Jesse and I hurried to get ready and then we left the house with the family we were staying with. It was pouring rain outside. We got into the family's van and they took us to the wrong restaurant.
My husband and I didn't realize it was the wrong restaurant until we got there. The father of the family was a waiter there and he thought he was helping. However, he gave us directions to the restaurant Front Page News that we were supposed to be at. He gave us advice that we should be careful while running from one restaurant to another because if we didn't have a pass, we would be fined ... and heavily.
We successfully snuck over to the restaurant we were supposed to be at. Then, the Fraternity told us that they couldn't be seated until we were all there. One of the members said they wouldn't be there until 9pm and the reservation was for 8pm. Some of the restaurant patrons looked at us while we were eventually seated. I learned that they were lobbyists and reporters. They came over to share a tappas/family style dinner with us. However, the restaurant stopped serving food while we were in the middle of dinner since there were SO many people at the table.
My husband and I realized the time and had to excuse ourselves to meet the family back at the other restaurant. When we got there, we were still starving so we sat with the daughter and ate. The twin boys both applied for a job where their dad worked. There was an arcade game in the corner and the boss said that they couldn't work, it was against policy to work with family, unless you were "linked" to a video game. They both raised their hands which showed intricate tattoos and said they were linked. The boss told them to prove it, so both of the sons stepped up to the video game and played it. They both beat the game after linking up with it and playing it Tron style. So, they were able to get a job working with their father.
My husband and I ate the food and had great conversation with the family. Then, we went back to their house to change since the rain soaked us through.
We had a dinner date with our Fraternity. I woke up late. The dinner date was at 8pm at a restaurant across town. I woke up at 7:30pm. Jesse and I hurried to get ready and then we left the house with the family we were staying with. It was pouring rain outside. We got into the family's van and they took us to the wrong restaurant.
My husband and I didn't realize it was the wrong restaurant until we got there. The father of the family was a waiter there and he thought he was helping. However, he gave us directions to the restaurant Front Page News that we were supposed to be at. He gave us advice that we should be careful while running from one restaurant to another because if we didn't have a pass, we would be fined ... and heavily.
We successfully snuck over to the restaurant we were supposed to be at. Then, the Fraternity told us that they couldn't be seated until we were all there. One of the members said they wouldn't be there until 9pm and the reservation was for 8pm. Some of the restaurant patrons looked at us while we were eventually seated. I learned that they were lobbyists and reporters. They came over to share a tappas/family style dinner with us. However, the restaurant stopped serving food while we were in the middle of dinner since there were SO many people at the table.
My husband and I realized the time and had to excuse ourselves to meet the family back at the other restaurant. When we got there, we were still starving so we sat with the daughter and ate. The twin boys both applied for a job where their dad worked. There was an arcade game in the corner and the boss said that they couldn't work, it was against policy to work with family, unless you were "linked" to a video game. They both raised their hands which showed intricate tattoos and said they were linked. The boss told them to prove it, so both of the sons stepped up to the video game and played it. They both beat the game after linking up with it and playing it Tron style. So, they were able to get a job working with their father.
My husband and I ate the food and had great conversation with the family. Then, we went back to their house to change since the rain soaked us through.
Friday, April 13, 2012
The Zombie Titanic
I was tasked along with 8 other people to be on board of the titanic. What no one was meant to know is that the bottom of the super ship carried zombies, demons from hell who fed of flesh and would infect you if they could. We were being punished and being made to take this ... things ... to the middle of the ocean and to drown them. However, the owners didn't tell us how many that they had on board. The zombies were all in the lower cargo bays. The eight of us made our passage down there to the zombies. One of the guys I was with was like a snake charmer. He saw someone grab my leg and I jerked. He told me to relax, and then he sang his chanting song. The arm let go of me. This guy smiled at me and told me he was the zombie whisperer. I was too in awe to argue with him. We still had a LONG way to go. Two of our team got away from us. A mother and her daughter, both of Asian descent.The daughter had the mother's wallet and life is nothing to them without money. The daughter got to the top of the ship and threw the wallet into the deep blue surf. No more wallet. The mother his her knees in anguish and cried.
More to come!
More to come!
Saturday, March 3, 2012
The Nightmare With My Grandfather
Let me give you some background before I tell you what I dreamt. Last year, on March 24, I lost my grandfather. He was my dad and helped to raise me. He was one of the most caring, loving person I've ever met. He was always willing to do things for other people - fix their cars, washing machines, electrical work. He worked at a paper mill and was a very hardworking guy and I love and miss him VERY much. When I got the call that he was dying, I drove as fast as I could to Augusta. I was there with him when he took his last breath, and let me tell you, that is NOT something that leaves your mind very easily. It was so rough. I'm still having problems dealing with it because he was such an important part of my life.
Now for the dream:
I was in the hospital room with him, holding his hand. He was breathing through his mouth and his breathing was very labored. I knew that he was going to go at any minute but I just couldn't bring myself to come to terms with it. He looked at me and rasped that he loved us all (as the entire family was in there) and then he drew his last breath. It was the death rattle. He was gone. I was so upset and crying so hard. He was basically my dad. He bought me my first car, taught me how to drive a stick, bought me clothes, let me live with him when I had no where else to go, took me on trips, and made prom special for me. He was such a great guy.
Then, things changed. His glossy eyes flew open and he moaned. My grandmother was excited because she thought he was alive. She was trying to hug him but I held her back. He ripped out his IV's and started heading towards us trying to grab us. My grandfather was a zombie. I acted quickly and grabbed the IV pole. To my family's horror, I bashed his head in with the metal IV pole. My family was cussing at me and trying to fight me but I saved their lives. That was horrible. It was the most horrible thing I've had to do.
Now for the dream:
I was in the hospital room with him, holding his hand. He was breathing through his mouth and his breathing was very labored. I knew that he was going to go at any minute but I just couldn't bring myself to come to terms with it. He looked at me and rasped that he loved us all (as the entire family was in there) and then he drew his last breath. It was the death rattle. He was gone. I was so upset and crying so hard. He was basically my dad. He bought me my first car, taught me how to drive a stick, bought me clothes, let me live with him when I had no where else to go, took me on trips, and made prom special for me. He was such a great guy.
Then, things changed. His glossy eyes flew open and he moaned. My grandmother was excited because she thought he was alive. She was trying to hug him but I held her back. He ripped out his IV's and started heading towards us trying to grab us. My grandfather was a zombie. I acted quickly and grabbed the IV pole. To my family's horror, I bashed his head in with the metal IV pole. My family was cussing at me and trying to fight me but I saved their lives. That was horrible. It was the most horrible thing I've had to do.
Monday, February 27, 2012
The Sorcerer and the Apprentice
I was burdened with saving the world - again. My rival, who was my apprentice before she got all uppity, was causing problems. She was good at that. I was at a hospital in Augusta, in hiding and helping the sick. She would NEVER find me here, even though I was from Augusta. I noticed that one of the male patients was dying. This magical war was hell on everyone, magical and unmagical alike. I got up and held the dying man's hand. He looked at me and squeezed his hand.
"Who are you?" He rasped.
"A friend." I replied.
He looked at me, a bit confused.
"I don't have any friends." He rasped, sadly. I saw a tear in the corner of his eye.
"No one should die alone." I said and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and died without pain.
The nurse came up to me.
"More and more people keep dying. If this war keeps up, we won't have any patients left."
That's when we felt the building start to shake.
"GET EVERYONE DOWN TO THE BASEMENT! NOW!" I screamed at the nurses. Everyone headed towards the basement.
While down in the basement, I noticed there was a hallow space under the stairs. I directed all of the children under the stairs, followed by anyone older and more sick. I put up a magical wall around the stairs to keep anything from falling on the people huddled under them. The magical wall looked a bit like the slime from Ghostbusters 2, pink and gelatinous and very, very solid. Nothing was getting through it. The rest of us huddled around a second, smaller blob. Pieces of the hospital fell around us but nothing could penetrate the barrier.
Finally, it all stopped. I waited a bit before I brought down the barriers. I knew this was one of her tricks. So, I undid the barrier around me. That was a mistake, but at least she would leave the innocent people alone.
A small, glass elevator appeared around me and sky rocketed me towards the sky. All of the people in the hospital basement looked at me in horror. I waved and smiled. They don't need to panic anymore.
I reached her, well, I guess you would call it a lair in the movies. It was a cloud bank with a small, white castle. In the movies, villains are attracted to dark colors ... well, in this world, the lighter the more evil.
She came out of her castle to greet me in a long, flowing white gown. Her hair was red and fell down to her waist. Her eyes were a piercing green and they were focused on me.
"So...we meet again." She looked amused.
"Looks that way." I said.
"You shouldn't have been so rude. If you would have just died, I wouldn't have to attack a hospital."
The glass elevator disappeared.
She pulled up her wrist and hit a few buttons on her watch.
"Rosco, I need you to make the prison ready, we have a guest."
Then, she looked at me.
"Well, shall we?" I asked.
Time flashed forward with no explanation.. Somehow, I managed to escape. I was running through a long, magical tunnel. I had to zap a magical barrier into existence to stop the flaming meteorites from falling on my head. She was really, really good. She was trying to crush me to death. I had to get back to that hospital! It was in real danger. Why did I ever decide to go there? I put all of those people in danger.
Time flashed forward again. I was at dinner with the hospital staff. I was really upset because they were having stir fry but didn't save me any! After I saved them and saved the world? Unbelievable!
"Who are you?" He rasped.
"A friend." I replied.
He looked at me, a bit confused.
"I don't have any friends." He rasped, sadly. I saw a tear in the corner of his eye.
"No one should die alone." I said and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and died without pain.
The nurse came up to me.
"More and more people keep dying. If this war keeps up, we won't have any patients left."
That's when we felt the building start to shake.
"GET EVERYONE DOWN TO THE BASEMENT! NOW!" I screamed at the nurses. Everyone headed towards the basement.
While down in the basement, I noticed there was a hallow space under the stairs. I directed all of the children under the stairs, followed by anyone older and more sick. I put up a magical wall around the stairs to keep anything from falling on the people huddled under them. The magical wall looked a bit like the slime from Ghostbusters 2, pink and gelatinous and very, very solid. Nothing was getting through it. The rest of us huddled around a second, smaller blob. Pieces of the hospital fell around us but nothing could penetrate the barrier.
Finally, it all stopped. I waited a bit before I brought down the barriers. I knew this was one of her tricks. So, I undid the barrier around me. That was a mistake, but at least she would leave the innocent people alone.
A small, glass elevator appeared around me and sky rocketed me towards the sky. All of the people in the hospital basement looked at me in horror. I waved and smiled. They don't need to panic anymore.
I reached her, well, I guess you would call it a lair in the movies. It was a cloud bank with a small, white castle. In the movies, villains are attracted to dark colors ... well, in this world, the lighter the more evil.
She came out of her castle to greet me in a long, flowing white gown. Her hair was red and fell down to her waist. Her eyes were a piercing green and they were focused on me.
"So...we meet again." She looked amused.
"Looks that way." I said.
"You shouldn't have been so rude. If you would have just died, I wouldn't have to attack a hospital."
The glass elevator disappeared.
She pulled up her wrist and hit a few buttons on her watch.
"Rosco, I need you to make the prison ready, we have a guest."
Then, she looked at me.
"Well, shall we?" I asked.
Time flashed forward with no explanation.. Somehow, I managed to escape. I was running through a long, magical tunnel. I had to zap a magical barrier into existence to stop the flaming meteorites from falling on my head. She was really, really good. She was trying to crush me to death. I had to get back to that hospital! It was in real danger. Why did I ever decide to go there? I put all of those people in danger.
Time flashed forward again. I was at dinner with the hospital staff. I was really upset because they were having stir fry but didn't save me any! After I saved them and saved the world? Unbelievable!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
The Zombie Apocalypse and Me
The zombie apocalypse had happened. What we had been dreading for years had finally come to a horrible truth. It started at the CDC. Someone let the virus get out and then the virus just ... spread. Rapidly. Everywhere. People died in huge clusters but didn't stay dead. They just sat up, looked right through you, and sometimes growled. The "zombies" have a need to eat human flesh, so we stay away from them. We learned that shortly after the apocalypse started and we still had TV. I miss TV.
Anyway, I had been traveling with a small group of survivors for a while. There were six of us total, and that was enough for everyone. If you had more than six people, it would be harder to hide and feed the extras.
We were out hunting for that night's dinner when I tripped and fell. I managed to twist my ankle. I don't think anything was broken but I couldn't walk on it for a few days. It was swollen and needed ice and elevation. The group leader looked displeased when he found out. The group kept on the move. That's part of what had kept them alive for so long.
After the group leader had given me some pain medicine, I went to sleep. While I was asleep, the hunting party got together and carried me into the gas station across town. Thankfully, most of the zombies had been terminated. There were a few zombies here but it wasn't considered "overrun." It had been a small town before it was a zombie safe haven.
I woke up slowly. My vision was a bit blurry. Then, I realized where I was.
The group placed me behind the counter in the gas station. They left me one shotgun a little sack of bread and cheese. They left. They went back, packed up camp, and moved on and LEFT ME in a town I was unfamiliar without any help and unable to walk unassisted. I was going to have to suck it up. I did notice that they had also left antibiotics and pain medicine for the next week.
I felt so helpless and depressed. I understood WHY my group left me but it still hurt. I thought they were friends. I grabbed the shot gun. I could take care of myself.
Anyway, I had been traveling with a small group of survivors for a while. There were six of us total, and that was enough for everyone. If you had more than six people, it would be harder to hide and feed the extras.
We were out hunting for that night's dinner when I tripped and fell. I managed to twist my ankle. I don't think anything was broken but I couldn't walk on it for a few days. It was swollen and needed ice and elevation. The group leader looked displeased when he found out. The group kept on the move. That's part of what had kept them alive for so long.
After the group leader had given me some pain medicine, I went to sleep. While I was asleep, the hunting party got together and carried me into the gas station across town. Thankfully, most of the zombies had been terminated. There were a few zombies here but it wasn't considered "overrun." It had been a small town before it was a zombie safe haven.
I woke up slowly. My vision was a bit blurry. Then, I realized where I was.
The group placed me behind the counter in the gas station. They left me one shotgun a little sack of bread and cheese. They left. They went back, packed up camp, and moved on and LEFT ME in a town I was unfamiliar without any help and unable to walk unassisted. I was going to have to suck it up. I did notice that they had also left antibiotics and pain medicine for the next week.
I felt so helpless and depressed. I understood WHY my group left me but it still hurt. I thought they were friends. I grabbed the shot gun. I could take care of myself.
Monday, February 13, 2012
The Stripper and The Mystery
I was someone else in my dream. Living her life.
I was a petite, red head for now, who was searching for my sister. My sister disappeared two years ago and I was determined to find her. My search resulted in a strip club, her last known whereabouts. I was going to gather any information I could, however I could. I put on a long, brown wig and my stilettos. I was determined that I could do this. As I walked in, the bouncer eyed me up and down. The music was loud and the place smelled of stale cigarettes and stale perfume. I asked the bouncer where the owner was. He pointed me towards this handsome, muscular guy in black. I approached him and smiled. He looked like one of the guys on the cover of a romance novel. I made my way to him and asked about work. He gave me an amused look.
"Have you ever stripped before?" He asked.
"You want proof, fine."
I spun on my heel and nodded to the DJ to play something hot. He picked a Prodigy song and I started swinging and swaying from the pole. The crowd was enthralled and the owner looked impressed. Good. That's what I wanted. People would tell me more information if they thought that I was one of them.
After I was done, and the ones were done raining down, the owner stood up and clapped. He asked to see me in the back office. I followed him to his office and sat down, crossing my long legs and resting them on his desk. He pretty much licked his lips and locked the door. I asked him about my sister and managed to get all of the information out of him, pretty easily, I might add. All I had to do was sleep with him, and that was good for both him and myself. After we were done, I asked him when I could start work. He told me tomorrow, so I said I would be back then. I got back into my car and left.
I parked behind a gas station, and took the wig and heels off. I grabbed the bag in the back of my car, put on a short bobbed black wig, and put the transmission in neutral. I pushed the car towards the ravine and got into an old beat up blue Toyota corolla. I drove about 400 miles before I stopped. While watching TV that night, getting ready for bed, I saw a news report about "my accident." The stripper who lost everything, they were calling it. I was getting ready to turn off the TV when they said a second body was found. That body was identified as Melissa Romeo, my sister. All of the color drained from my face. I had found my sister ... but someone had murdered her. Well, time to do a 180 and return to that town as someone else. I was going to find her killer and kill them.
I was a petite, red head for now, who was searching for my sister. My sister disappeared two years ago and I was determined to find her. My search resulted in a strip club, her last known whereabouts. I was going to gather any information I could, however I could. I put on a long, brown wig and my stilettos. I was determined that I could do this. As I walked in, the bouncer eyed me up and down. The music was loud and the place smelled of stale cigarettes and stale perfume. I asked the bouncer where the owner was. He pointed me towards this handsome, muscular guy in black. I approached him and smiled. He looked like one of the guys on the cover of a romance novel. I made my way to him and asked about work. He gave me an amused look.
"Have you ever stripped before?" He asked.
"You want proof, fine."
I spun on my heel and nodded to the DJ to play something hot. He picked a Prodigy song and I started swinging and swaying from the pole. The crowd was enthralled and the owner looked impressed. Good. That's what I wanted. People would tell me more information if they thought that I was one of them.
After I was done, and the ones were done raining down, the owner stood up and clapped. He asked to see me in the back office. I followed him to his office and sat down, crossing my long legs and resting them on his desk. He pretty much licked his lips and locked the door. I asked him about my sister and managed to get all of the information out of him, pretty easily, I might add. All I had to do was sleep with him, and that was good for both him and myself. After we were done, I asked him when I could start work. He told me tomorrow, so I said I would be back then. I got back into my car and left.
I parked behind a gas station, and took the wig and heels off. I grabbed the bag in the back of my car, put on a short bobbed black wig, and put the transmission in neutral. I pushed the car towards the ravine and got into an old beat up blue Toyota corolla. I drove about 400 miles before I stopped. While watching TV that night, getting ready for bed, I saw a news report about "my accident." The stripper who lost everything, they were calling it. I was getting ready to turn off the TV when they said a second body was found. That body was identified as Melissa Romeo, my sister. All of the color drained from my face. I had found my sister ... but someone had murdered her. Well, time to do a 180 and return to that town as someone else. I was going to find her killer and kill them.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
The Alien in the City
Anyway, my dream last night. Bare with me, it starts off kinda cheesy:
It started off with Scully and Mulder (which is weird since I haven't watched the X-Files in a few weeks). Mulder was about 8 and Scully was about 28. She went back into time to help save his family. They were both in Atlanta, and I recognized Scully right away.
I offered to help and Scully asked me if I knew where "the gate" was since I lived here. I asked her again to clarify and she kept repeating, "the gate." She finally explained that almost all people on Earth had some kind of alien contact or an alien relative they couldn't remember and this gate was for those people. It took them to a city within a city. Something you didn't even realize it was there.
So, knowing me, and being sarcastic, I took them to Underground Atlanta.
I was puzzled though when we arrived because I DID see a gate. It was very subtle, not glowing or anything they show you in the movies. It was more like the beginning to an escalator, without the escalator. I stepped through this gate with both Scully and Mulder and Scully revealed to me that my dad was an alien and was sent here to make his own army (surprise).
As we headed further into alien Atlanta, I noticed how beautiful it was. It was night, always but you could see stars. The skyline was different because it was composed of different buildings. The skyscrapers were neonish in the moonlight. Words can't describe how breathtaking this city was...and it had been here right under my nose.
We headed towards Buckhead. It figures that Mulder's parents would have a penthouse in Buckhead. When we got there, this weird tar shaped being with about six tentacles had made it there first. He held this weird pistol I had never seen before and was threatening Mulder's family in a language I had also never heard before. Scully took something out of her coat pocket, I'm not going to lie, it looked like a sonic screwdriver, and killed the tar alien. This did not end well for the alien. It ended in lots of explosions of a tar/jelly substance that was pretty smelly.
The dream ended with us saving Mulder's family.
It started off with Scully and Mulder (which is weird since I haven't watched the X-Files in a few weeks). Mulder was about 8 and Scully was about 28. She went back into time to help save his family. They were both in Atlanta, and I recognized Scully right away.
I offered to help and Scully asked me if I knew where "the gate" was since I lived here. I asked her again to clarify and she kept repeating, "the gate." She finally explained that almost all people on Earth had some kind of alien contact or an alien relative they couldn't remember and this gate was for those people. It took them to a city within a city. Something you didn't even realize it was there.
So, knowing me, and being sarcastic, I took them to Underground Atlanta.
I was puzzled though when we arrived because I DID see a gate. It was very subtle, not glowing or anything they show you in the movies. It was more like the beginning to an escalator, without the escalator. I stepped through this gate with both Scully and Mulder and Scully revealed to me that my dad was an alien and was sent here to make his own army (surprise).
As we headed further into alien Atlanta, I noticed how beautiful it was. It was night, always but you could see stars. The skyline was different because it was composed of different buildings. The skyscrapers were neonish in the moonlight. Words can't describe how breathtaking this city was...and it had been here right under my nose.
We headed towards Buckhead. It figures that Mulder's parents would have a penthouse in Buckhead. When we got there, this weird tar shaped being with about six tentacles had made it there first. He held this weird pistol I had never seen before and was threatening Mulder's family in a language I had also never heard before. Scully took something out of her coat pocket, I'm not going to lie, it looked like a sonic screwdriver, and killed the tar alien. This did not end well for the alien. It ended in lots of explosions of a tar/jelly substance that was pretty smelly.
The dream ended with us saving Mulder's family.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Stephen Colbert and The Sweatshop
I was a young girl of about eight. I was working in a sweat shop, manufacturing a toxic chemical that the local factory uses to cool down their engines. I was not allowed to actually move the chemical, as it was fatal if spilled. It was almost like liquid nitrogen, very, very cold. One of the ladies I worked with ignored the warnings everywhere, she had only been there a few days, and opened one of the vats. The chemical shot up into the air, in almost a frozen water spout formation, and completely froze her to death.
After that occurred, my Aunt decided to help me escape from the factory. She pulled a fire alarm and in the middle of all of the confusion, she somehow pushed me outside through a window.
I ran away as quickly as I could. However, around the next block was a parade. On one of the floats, I saw Stephen Colbert. I ran and almost fell in front of his float. He ordered them to stop and took my hand to help me up. He pulled me up on his float and gave me a microphone.
"Do you know how to sing?" He asked.
"Of course I do." I replied.
Then, he proceeded to sing, "Happy Birthday" to me and then we sang, "A Whole New World" together.
I was never found by the sweat shop and lived with Colbert until I turned eighteen. I thought it was worth it to spend the first couple of years of my life in the sweat shop if this was how it was going to end.
After that occurred, my Aunt decided to help me escape from the factory. She pulled a fire alarm and in the middle of all of the confusion, she somehow pushed me outside through a window.
I ran away as quickly as I could. However, around the next block was a parade. On one of the floats, I saw Stephen Colbert. I ran and almost fell in front of his float. He ordered them to stop and took my hand to help me up. He pulled me up on his float and gave me a microphone.
"Do you know how to sing?" He asked.
"Of course I do." I replied.
Then, he proceeded to sing, "Happy Birthday" to me and then we sang, "A Whole New World" together.
I was never found by the sweat shop and lived with Colbert until I turned eighteen. I thought it was worth it to spend the first couple of years of my life in the sweat shop if this was how it was going to end.
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