Short Story #2

Sweat drips from his nose and puddles on the cold concrete between his feet. He has nearly caught his breath, but his mind is still racing. As he sits on the cold steps he wonders if this will be the last time. He needs new socks. His big toe pokes out almost completely. He'd lost a shoe in the chase; surely the beast had torn it from his foot. He barely got away; he hadn't realized that he ran an entire block on a bare foot until just now. There was no turning back now though, it's just too dangerous. He limps the rest of the way home, thankful to be alive. He stumbles into the front door exhausted from the journey, and collapses on the couch in the den. Before he knows it, night has come and gone and its time to begin the day again. He finds a pair of shoes and heads out the door. The walk ahead is daunting but he knows he must brave it, for the consequences are far greater than death at the claws of the white beast. He's sharp. Every sense is tuned in. He knows there is no room for error. He hears a rustle in the bushes and his heart stops. Pause. He waits. A chipmunk scurries up a nearby tree. Sigh. Relief. Maybe he wont face the beast today. If he sticks to the road and keeps a steady pace he knows his chances are much better. He reminds himself of the bite he was dealt less than a week ago. He got careless and he was caught off gaurd. He replays the event over in his mind once more. he hardly had time to react, all he saw was a flash of white, white fury he thought. The sound of its snarling was stuck in his ears, how terrible that snarling was. Stop. Think. Focus on the road, stay alert. He keeps walking. he comes up on the shoe he'd lost the day before. Its hardly recognizable but he picks it up, looks around nervously and tucks it into his bag. This trek seems to get longer and longer each time. Halfway there. This is the danger zone he whispers to himself. Stay on your toes. He's almost there just a few more steps, just around this corner, he'll make it. He lets out a sigh of relief. He's safe. He takes a moment to collect himself. This part of the day always wears him out. From the corner of his eye he catches a glimpse of light. Could it be? Breathe. Its back! He freezes. He was so careful. It was waiting for him, it had to be. He's not giving up. The adrenaline courses through his body and he tears off. He gains no more than 10 yards before he's eating pavement. He lets out a grunt as the wind is beaten from his lungs. He tries desperatly to get back up. Its too late the beast has his pants leg, and is jerking violently. He braces himself and tries to think. He plays dead, it works for bears maybe it could work now. through his eyelids he sees a shadow fall over him. A woman's voice shouts, "Cleo! Stop it!". He opens his eyes and she helps him up. "i'm sorry" she says "cleo just loves to play". "you call that playing?! I almost lost a limb! I could have died!" he exclaims. "relax kid," she says "it just a poodle." he brushes himself off in a huff "man, I hate that dog".

Dream #13

So my cousin and I plan a trip to new york. We pack our bags and head for the airport. Coincidentally all of my coworkers and employees are making the same trip. We arrive at the airport and there all of these business men and woman walking around with their suits and breifcases, and mohawks, rainbow colored hair, tatoos and piecings galore. We step into an elevator to take us to the lobby and there is heavy metal music playing. When we make it to the lobby nine inch nails is performing on this free standing makeshift stage out in the middle. We find the line to check ou bags and my cousin disappears. Tabby spots me and comes to tell me that they’re being really strict about what we take on the plan about that time I set off the alarm with my bag. The police come and ask tabby to come with them. I tell them it was my bag bu they don’t listen. So she steps out of line, they check her, give her a peppermint and send her on her way. I try to go through again, setting
off the alarm. They grab my bag and find a pocket knife. I tell them I need it and they refuse to give it back. So I slip the guy a 20 dollar bill and a piece of paper with my address and ask him to mail it to that address. He agrees and I get on the plane.

Dream #12

Finally A Dream!

I plan to go shopping with my cousin and we meet up outside of her apartment. She brings a friend. We are in separate cars and we’re ready to go. There is a little Toyota blocking our exit though. Its towing a charter bus! I hear this announcer describing the next generation of Toyota trucks and their power… powerful enough to haul a charter bus. I’m in a commercial! The truck pulls off and spins its tires in the process leaving the rest of us in a cloud of smoke. Now we can leave… apparently the short cut to the mall is through Six Flags. I wind up driving the Cyclone coaster track in my Sonoma at like 100 mph. It was so wild, I could feel the wind in my hair… even though the windows were up. Any who, so we finally make it to the shopping mall but its inside a school, a really big school. We go shopping and all of the stores still look like classrooms, they just have racks and what not set up in the middle of the rooms. To escape the clutter I go out into the hallway to wait for my cousin and her friend. While I’m out there one of the girls from my 3d design class shows up to pick her son up from school, I say hey and she introduces me to her sister who looks nothing like her. Her sister starts rubbing my cheeks and I ask her what she thinks she’s doing, and she replies “I love guys with stubble”… I get freaked out and I split. I find myself in a counselor’s office where there is some sort of group therapy thing going on, this only adds to my freaked out feeling and I keep walking. All of a sudden I’m in a hotel room and I turn around to find that a new wall has appeared and there aren’t any doors to get out. A woman appears, she looks like a stereotypical secretary with the bun and glasses and all. She thinks I'm looking for a bathroom and I tell her I just want to get back to the mall… she looks confused but calls a guy to escort me out. My escort is a black French guy. He tells me that he knows Robin Williams. I ask him if he knows Oliver. (Another black French guy who is a friend of a friend of mine) He gets offended and tells me that just because they’re both black and French doesn’t mean they know each other. I apologize and he admits that he does in fact know Oliver. We are soon crossing a cobblestone bridge with the grass growing up between the stones and all but instead of cobblestones they are cinder blocks. The whole way across the bridge he’s singing that French song we all learn in kindergarten, you know fera Jacque fera Jacque, dome plu! Give me a break I’m not French. There are some folks on the other side of the bridge fishing, I decide to join them while I wait for my cousin and her friend, I kick off my shoes and plop down on the bank… then I woke up.

Distant Shores

This song has been stuck in my head all week but I'm sure it's the lyrics that have kept me singing. If you can get a copy of this song, it comes highly recommended. ...by the way I made that bread in the picture, its gluten free!

Five Iron Frenzy - Distant Shores Lyrics

I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair,
and brittle bones were broken far beyond repair.
I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find.
And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine.

If mercy falls upon the broken and poor, Dear Father,
I will see you, there on distant shores.

I have toiled for countless years, and ever felt the cost,
and I've been burned by this world's cold,
like leaves beneath the frost.
On my knees I've crawled to you, bleeding myself dry,
But the price of life is more, then I could ever buy.

If mercy falls upon the broken and poor, Dear Father,
I will see you, there on distant shores.

And off of the blocks, I was headstrong and proud,
at the front of the line for the card-carrying, highbrowed.
With both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight.
Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from it's hilt.
Its funny how these things can slip away,
our frail deeds, the last will wave good-bye.
Its funny how the hope will bleed away,
the citadels we build and fortify. Good-bye.
Night came and I broke my stride,
I swallowed hard, but never cried.

When grace was easy to forget, I'd denounce the hypocrites,
casting first stones, killing my own.
You would unscale my blind eyes,
and I stood battered, but more wise,
fighting to accelerate,
shaking free from crippling weight.
With resilience surpassed,
I clawed my way to you at last.
And on my knees, I wept at your feet, I finally believed,
that you still loved me.

Healing hands of God's mercy on our unclean souls once again,
Jesus Christ, Light of the world, burning bright
within our hearts forever.
Freedom means love without condition without beginning or an end.
Here's my heart let it be forever yours.
only you can make every new day seem so new.

Vacation

so I haven’t posted much in the past week or so. contrary to popular belief its not due to a lack of inspiration. I have been on vacation this past week and you’d think that that would mean more time. I spent almost every minute doing something. I didn’t go farther than auburn but I got away from work which is the most stressful part of my life. So overall I had a great vacation I saw most of my family. I had some long conversations. Interesting conversations. I slept a lot. I had a birthday. And I went to class. Class is really not so bad when you’re an art student. So I’m making excuses for why haven’t posted. In all honesty I had some time to write I just spent it doing something else. But I did start this thing to ensure that I wrote everyday. How can I get better without practice right? So anyway, there is sure to be a poem and/or short story coming up soon, so stay tuned.

Witchy woman

This is my bestfriend's dog. Her name is videl, and she picked this costume out on her own. Halloween isn’t just for people!

Cow

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Dream #11

So its been a while since I’ve posted a dream. Soory not much sleep means not many dreams remembered. Anywho tthis a short one but it makes perfect sense to me... Kinda.

So I’m at work and its a saturday night, the crowd is so massive its hard to move. overall its a pretty calm crowd though. Then I hear this extremely loud thud. The crowd shifts towards the rock climbing wall. A guy has fallen from the very top and somehow managed to rip the entire left side of his face off. I mean flesh is just hanging from this guys chin and blood is puddled up all around him. Now I’m freaking out. I run to the desk pushing people out of the way. I jump over the counter and grab the first aid kit. when I start to head back I notice that everyone seems to be oblivious to what’s going on, but it feels mostly like they just don’t care. So I get mad that every is looking at this guy and then walking away without a shred of emotion. I finally get back to the guy and once I have cleaned him up I realize he’s just a robot.