When I first got home the TV was one. Probably one of mom’s favorite shows. But I couldn’t find her. She wasn’t on the sofa and she wasn’t in the living room.
As I traversed through the mess of clothes and old food on the floor, I still couldn’t find her. I was yelling her name and running up and down the stairs. Still nothing.
I finally thought to look out back. Maybe she’s in the garden again. I made my way back down the stairs. I entered the kitchen and opened the back door.
I began to walk the grounds. She had so many beautiful plants.
Wait, Her hand?! Sure enough, right there squished between two ripe tomatoes was her severed hand. I could see where her wedding ring used to be. But the question is, was it stolen, or did she take it off before hand. Hand… oh god. Why did I use that phrase.
I kept going to try and find more body parts. I found an ear, an ear of corn. Then I found her actual ear. Strange. And right there, mixed with all her lettuce was her head, just smiling up at me. Her eyes closed.
“Oh mom, why? What happened?” Right as I asked I felt a cool steel slide into my spine. Sharp but smooth. I could feel my blood running down my back. I dropped to my knees and fell forward. I tried to turn to see who it was but there was no one.
The last sight I saw before I died was my mom’s face. Just smiling back at me.
“It’ll be ok now sweetie.”
This was supposed to be up yesterday for the 30 Day Blog Challenge. So here it is now:
His stomach turned in tumbles and fits. Beads of sweat collected on his forehead, some fell from the tip of his nose. He readied his cutters, but with shaking hands he wasn’t truly ready. The blue, the red, the green. All wound tightly around each other. He took the group in his hand and untangled them ever so carefully. He was going to stop this thing, whether he died in the process or not.
His eyes were focused, pupils as big as the moon. He breathed heavy and harsh, trying not to put any extra tension on the wires. His ear piece was already on the table. Too much chatter to concentrate. All that mattered was the device in front of him. The timer moved quick, yet felt slow in the same breath. Continue reading
We’re half way there! September is half over and so is this 30 Day Blog Challenge. For today’s prompt I must write 15 interesting facts about myself. Let’s see if I can find that many.
1. My favorite book is 1984. I read it a year or so ago just for fun and fell in love with it. I’m getting ready to read it again once I knock some other books off my list.
2. I’m a published poet. When I was eight my school had a contest in the fall to write a poem about Halloween. Well, I wont and it got published in a sort of young peoples anthology. Ready for the poem?
“Most people don’t like mummies, because most mummies are dummies.”
3. I have two dogs, two kittens, and a new found Garage Cat. He was a stray that I fed one night and now he has adopted us and hangs out in the garage with me all the time while I write.
4. I really enjoy video games. I’m an avid gamer and have more games than I wish to say. Many of which are on my “To be played” list. I’m currently working my way through Skyrim.
5. I used to co-host a college radio program with two other friends of mine. It was about world music.
6. I like to draw. And I like to convince myself I’m good at drawing sometimes. I did just draw a ballin’ minotaur the other day though. (Balls not included.) Continue reading
It was the middle of November. I was outside in shorts and a t-shirt, sweating. That’s when I knew I couldn’t stay in Florida. Heat and I didn’t get along to well. But cold, now cold and I go back a ways. I grew up with cold. I knew cold and cold knew me
We knew each other’s fears. We know each other’s likes. We knew when the right time to come around was and just the right time to leave. Cold was always there when I needed it. But heat, heat would come in and ruin it all. In Florida, heat never let cold stay for a long; a few weeks, maybe a month and a half at most, then heat shoved the cold away so it could be center stage.
Try writing a story taking place in the Alps while you’re out back in December sipping some ice water and wishing it wasn’t eighty degrees. It was writing that exact story that I decided to more. I didn’t care where or how far, as long as it was cold. And good and cold. They say you’re not dead until you’re warm and dead. Well, I wasn’t alive until I was alive and cold. Continue reading
So, today’s prompt for the 30 Day Blog Challenge is to Bullet me entire day. This will be quite interesting considering I’ve been up for about 30 something hours. So I’ll try to remember as much as I can but it’s been a long day.
- I woke up yesterday around 12 or so.
- Wasn’t feeling so hot so I spent a lot of time just chilling out in the garage.
- I had art class which actually was fun and went well for a first.
- Learning some new things.
- Came home.
- And we had our Writer’s Meeting.
- Did a prompt with the group, which went well. It was fun.
- Talked about our upcoming goals.
- Made some homework assignments.
- Played some skyrim while I wrote.
- Pretty sure I did some word sprints in the evening too.
- Couldn’t sleep so I stayed up all night.
- Started a fantasy story in third person that I didn’t like.
- There was a stray cat who has adopted us as his family.
- He was sitting in the garage with me all night as I wrote.
- Made a few blog posts.
- Came up with more ideas for NaNo.
- Did some word sprints with the #5amwritersclub.
- Rewrote the Fantasy story this time in first person and I’m really enjoying it.
- Sort of.
- Stayed awake.
- Wrote more things here and there.
- Tweeted a bunch.
- Played more skyrim.
- The cat was still hanging out with me in the garage.
- Did more word sprints.
- Lots of reading and research on how to write a fantasy novel.
- Brainstormed some for NaNo.
- Still haven’t slept.
- And now I’m here writing this post.
- I think I’ve left a few things out but that’s basically it.
So, I’ve had to do two prompts today because I slept through most of yesterday. The prompt/story I posted before this was to write about “Guilty Pleasures”. This one is to take my iPod, put it on shuffle, and write down the first ten songs. This will get interesting as I don’t have many songs on my iPod. This also might be interesting, because as a writer I’m not just going to post ten songs and be done with it. I’m going to write something about all ten. I’m thinking a short story incorporating all of them.
1. Better Man
2. Don’t Trust Me
3. A Bird Without Feathers
4. That Power
5. Do The Right Thing
6. It Ends Tonight
7. My World Is..
9. No Matter What You Do
10. Good Vibes
All I ever got told my whole life was to be a better man. To do this and do that right. I would reference my father and say, “Well what about him? He left us, he never cared? He wasn’t that ‘Better Man’?” My mother would just say that he didn’t do anything right, or that the only thing he did right was making me. A bunch of bull shit if you ask me, but maybe I’m just cynical after all these years. Don’t trust me, trust me, whatever. I don’t care. Continue reading