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    Summer was great! Now I'm back in school, and the craziness is overwhelming! However, I foresee a lot more, and a lot better quality writing in the future. I really miss just being able to sit down and pour out my heart on paper, as well as being forced to write. I doubt I'll post more frequently, but I promise I will totally post more stories, poems, and other random junk!

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A Story With No Letters With Dots (ASWNLWD) or Just Plain Old Dot

Dot was a human that graced the earth on the day March 5th, 1456. She was part of a town called Marn, near a lake called Tarn. Sad huh. Anyway, she had lots of people close to her that were pretty awesome. Not only that, but she had met a dragon named Buckbub who could breathe a hot plasma substance that severely scared all the people from the town. But that was okay for Dot. That meant she could hang out on Buckbub’s back and not get yelled at by her mom. Dot had a puppy named Fredrek that she often took to see Buckbub when she went as well. One day, Fredrek really made Buckbub mad, so he ate Fredrek. The unfortunate occurrence threw Dot into a deep sadness that penetrated her soul. The loss of her beloved dog broke her heart and crushed her head. She went loony and volunteered herself for a dangerous occurrence.

The dangerous occurrence was one that drove a llama and a rat together and mashed them with a human. After that unfortunate event Dot was known as SupErHUmAnLlAMa. (Caps are correct) She rode on her dragon to take out all who worked for darkness. The Unloved Dr. Muhmmadgum was her worst enemy. She went to take the Dr. out and...

Things I'll Never Admit to (Oxymoronic)

.....

Veggies!

So there I was eating my squash when it suddenly screamed out, "No! Please don't eat me! If you don't eat me your whole life will be incredible!"

I looked at that little talking squash skeptically. "You're a squash. Not eating you, or eating you for that matter won't totally change my life."

"That's where you are wrong my dear fellow!" the squash proclaimed, "I am a magical squash! I have harnessed the power of the vine to make magic happen!"

So here was this squash telling me he, wait, she... well it, was magic. "You're a sorcerer squash from the vine? Yeah right."

"I promise!" it squeaked.

"Prove it." said I.

All of a sudden my entire meal turned in to pumpkins and broke my table. "All right then. Fix my table and I'll believe you." It changed my table, and the pumpkins, back to normal.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you are magic!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Placing a Character in a Situaton

    Sacagawea and five other people share a microwave and a small refrigerator.  Messie cooks her own lunch every day and leaves a mess.  Her idea of cleaning up is to put a half-eaten plate of food in the refrigerator, not wrapped up.  It stays there getting more and more disgusting until someone else throws it out and washes the plate.  Messie never washes a dish or throws out her trash.  When another person once complained to Messie, she became angry.  Sacagawea and the others are getting more and more annoyed.    
    Sacagawea always stays out of it. Instead of confronting Messie she just cleans up the food and the plate when it gets too bad and never thinks about it until then. What Messie does with her food is her own problem, not Sacagawea's. That is the extent of it in her mind. When it gets bad, she'll throw out the food, but otherwise, she would do nothing.

Wrong

the fear inside

that sick feeling you get

when you realize

something is

really

very

extremely

wrong

but you don’t know what

you just have that sense that somewhere

something has

just

been

utterly

destroyed

but you don’t know what

but you do know

that something

will

be

revealed

soon

but you don’t know how soon

all you know is

something is

wrong.

My Favorite Line from a Song

"Love can mend your life, but love can break your heart."
                                  -The Police, "Message in a Bottle"

Keep

    Records may fade and so may the journals I keep, but deep in my heart I know that even if this love passes away, it will still be written on my heart for ever and ever. I will keep the memory of you close to me as the years pass by. When I am old and look back on my young and foolish years, you'll be there, same as you ever were, writing our story on my heart forever.

Tired Eyes

The tired eyes

of people passing.

Their care-worn faces

portraying  

the worry

fear 

grief

pain

confusion

we all confront

in our individual lives

The sad song of the 

tired eyes

of the people passing.

I wonder,

do I mirror the same?

Simplicity

I remember those days,
Those simplistic days
those days I spent with you
Without a thought for anything
but fun and the magic
of imagination.
We would dance and dream
until we smelled of sky and sun
But we never thought of what would be.
Now those days are gone
and the world now seems bleak in comparison
I wish I could have lived in those days forever
Dancing and dreaming
Until we smelled of sky and sun,
Now I dream of the time spent with you.

Thoughts

What does a thought look like?
Is it the silver-grey
of the full moon
shrouded in mist?
Or are they
spun gold,
the thread of a golden spider spinning
its web?
Or are they
silky blackness
the invisible darkness
of a fluttering bat?
Could they be
the rainbow colors
of inspiration?
Yes.

Three Genre Story (Assignment)

      Henry Dow has been in this institution since the age of 15. No one quite knew what went wrong upstairs, but now he’s stuck here forever. All he does is sit in his room, staring at the wall like all the answers to the world’s questions are written on it. I have been taking care of him since I was about 15 as well, it seems crazy that it has been six years since I first started coming here. Not a lot has changed in my life or here at the mental institution. The institution is always such a timeless place, that you barely realize the years going by. Today is the day that I decide to get him, and myself, out of here.

    I casually stroll into his room, reassuring him as I guide him into his wheel chair. “We’re going for a walk okay Henry?” As usual, he doesn't reply. I wheel him outside, waving to the passing nurses and patients. We walk into the garden. This is where the hard part starts.

    “Henry, can you stand up please?” As I help him, he slowly stands. I ask him to climb the vines growing up the relatively low wall. Henry starts up the wall, gets about three feet up and falls back, right on top of me. “Oof! Get off me and try again!”

I’m starting to loose my cool again. That’s why I have to leave this place too. I don’t have the patience or mindset for this kind of work. The only reason I’m here is because I keep making mistakes. Ever since I was in middle school I’ve been making stupid mistakes like graffiting the school or beating up someone who really deserved it. Even when I tried my hardest to be good I always goofed up and ended up with more community service here. They actually pay me now because I’m here all the time, not to mention I connect to the patients in a way that not many of the other nurses can. I too feel trapped in myself, and this institution no one really likes. The only good part of my day is talking to Henry. He always listens, and never judges. He’ll do what I ask him to and no more. I do the same when someone asks me to do something.

But now I just need to get him over this wall! After we get out of here we can do whatever we want, move to Cuba, visit the Great Wall of China, or play our luck at Vegas, if it wasn't for this wall, we would already be flying!”Up, up! Try one more time!” Finally, he makes it over the wall. Yesss! I thought, Home free! However, I wasn't out of the woods yet. I still had to get him into my smart car and get the heck out of this place.

The Classified Ad (a fiction story)

I have an inward hate of old people. People above 55 deserve to die. Their stench alone grosses me out. That is why I created "The Apartment." Those oldies above 55 never come out. Some say this is manslaughter. I say, this is justice. My classidied add brought many coustomers to my new death machine. One by one "The Apartment" chewed their brittle bones and rid the world of their wrinkly oldness and old person smell.

Soon many old people were flocking to the call of  “GORGEOUS BRAND NEW APTS Free Rent! $0 Deposit! Come see our amazing facility!” Each of them smiled as they laid eyes on the rooms perfectly suited to their old persony needs. Little did they know that this was no ordinary old folks home. This place was living. And they would die here.

Today another elderly woman would be coming to see her new site of death. Her name was Rose, and she was 86 years old. Lately she had been living with her son and his family, but she had finally saved up enough money to move into her dream place. I went out to meet her , and was surprised to see that she was very fit, and attractive for an old person. Not to mention she smelled like vanilla, not like old people at all.   

“Hello.” I greeted her as she approached the apartment door.

“Hi.” She said in a voice that sounded nothing like the usual raspy voice of those her age.

“If you want to follow me inside, I’ll show you around. After you move in you can fix it to your liking.” I told her as we stepped through the door.

She gasped as she looked around the living room, “This is magnificent!” She exclaimed.  “ I love it! I’ll move in right away!”

“Deal!” I replied. “You’ll move in on this coming Monday if that’s all right with you.”

“That sounds perfect! I look forward to living here.” With that last statement, she turned and left.

MONDAY

Monday morning came along and I was waiting at the apartment to greet her and help her get situated. As I was helping her unpack her stuff I noticed a small box that was very heavy for its size.

“What’s in here?” I asked.

She replied, “A piece of the past. Go ahead and open it if you want.” I opened it. Inside were two gold Olympic track medals and one silver.

“Wow!” I couldn’t help gaping at her like a child. “You won all of these?”

“I sure did Johnny!”

“It’s Jonathan.” I quickly corrected her. She just laughed and continued unpacking. After unpacking she asked me if I would like a cup of tea.

While drinking my warm cup of tea I look over and see the face of this lovely elderly lady peering at me. My heart thumped. What was this? Am I really falling for this amazingly sweet Rose? Glancing at her face again I realized that must be the case. But I am sending her to her death! How could I do such a thing?! If I’m falling for her, does that mean I now need to save her?

I decided right that moment to try to persuade her to move right out and in with her son again. “Doesn’t your son live far away from here? Maybe you should move back in with him. What about your grandchildren? Won’t they miss you? It’s a bad decision moving into this apartment.”

“Don’t be silly Johnny! Moving into this apartment will be great for me! I’ll get to live alone for the first time in a long time, and I’ll get to spend time with you.”

“But, but, but....” Rose leaned over and kissed me. “What?!”

“Don’t argue with me, Johnny. I’m staying.” She smiled and I wasn’t sure what to say. At that, we sat and drank tea together. We laughed and when I finally looked at the clock I realized a few hours had gone by.

“I have to go now Rose, but thank you for a lovely time.” This was bad news. I couldn’t convince her to leave and no one had lasted for over a month in this apartment. I have thirty days to make her want to move. What could I possibly do to convince my lovely Rose.  As I sat at home I wondered about what I could do. What I should do to save her. Nothing was coming to mind until finally I thought of the solution. I’ll marry her! Then she’ll have to leave her apartment and stay with me! Then I could destroy that killer, and live out the rest of my life with Rose in happiness!

A week passed, then two. Rose and I spent more and more time together, both at her deadly apartment and my cosy condo. Then on a date to a romantic movie I “popped the question” so to speak. “Rose, will you marry me?”

“I don’t have very long to live Johnny, you know that. You wouldn’t be able to be happy after I die.”

“But darling I can’t be happy at all unless I’m with you. And

nothing could possibly make me a happier man.”

“If you insist Johnny. You know I love you just as much, and nothing could make me happier either.”

A Very Short Time Later

“Do you Jonathan, take you Rose, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“And do you Rose take Jonathan to be your husband?”

“I do.”

“You may kiss the bride.”

After the wedding Rose moved into my condo almost immediately. She was safe from the apartment, which I tore down, and I was happy for a few months. Until she started to get sick.  

Rose was very critically ill for a week, then sadly she passed from this life. I was alone again, but I had bigger problems to deal with besides my grief.

The police had reopened the case of all the elderly people who had passed away. I was prime suspect in their murder. In the court case I plead guilty, knowing it was my fault and ready to accept my punishment. Maybe if Rose had still been alive I would have fought the sentence, but she was dead and I had nothing left to live for.

I got a life sentence because of my foolishness. So now I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, waiting for death and my Rose to come and bring me to the other side.

My New Page

A new sheet,
A page turned,
A chance to start over.
You can fill it yourself,
With whatever you want,
A tale of queens and knights,
An epic poem of great lovers.
But this is my new page,
And I choose to fill it
with thoughts of you

Flower

The spring unfolded
bringing new grace.
The life, once dead
now resurrected.
The unsurpassable beauty
of a new flower
Slowly blooming
to its newfound potential
A dead rock nevermore

Darkness (Assignment)

    Darkness never just walks into a room. Darkness creeps in from the corner. Darkness may be in the room, but his presence is slow to affect all others in the room. He introduces Fear and Doubt to many who meet him. There is a point where Darkness’ presence is unbearable, and you must seek for Light, his enemy.

    Darkness and Light can never be present at the same time. When Light runs into a room like she typically does, Darkness speedily vanishes. However, Darkness and Light are not always opposites. Light can at times be just as fear inspiring asdark. Light’s harshness at times makes those in her presence search for the stillness that Darkness casts over everything.

    Darkness is changed dramatically depending on who he is with. Always he looks the same, dark hair, dark eyes, and milky white skin. He wears a black over-sized sweatshirt  over his black cargo pants and shirt reminiscent of his friend Death. But Darkness’ attitude and effect on others can change drastically. Sometimes Darkness curls and purrs like a sleek black cat. Other times Darkness is a weight, pulling on your clothes and dragging you back, making your progress slow.

    Careful is most always accompanies Darkness. She makes sure that Reckless rarely comes around when Darkness is present. When Reckless and Darkness are together Danger soon joins them and they become a terrible threesome to behold. When they are together, nothing good happens. Cars are broken into, windows are smashed, mistakes are made, and the only thing that can stop them is Light and Justice, ready to bring Consequence and commend them for their mistakes.

The Bump in the Rug

    There was a lonely old man that lived in a dark house. It was said by all his neighbors that after his wife died he went a little crazy. Sounds were often heard from his house at night, loud thumps and bangs and the occasional curse. Little did his neighbors know what was really going on in 122 Maple Street.

    The rumors said he killed his wife and remained alone out of guilt. Truthfully his wife died of a witchcraft experiment gone wrong. She was trying to raise the spirit of the deceased family cat, and got more than she bargained for. Instead she awoke the spirit of the Killer Kat, a cat who had killed every family it had ever been with.

    After his wife died, the old man took on the quest to take out Killer Kat, even though Killer Kat was now undead. Every night the struggle would continue. Back and forth they would battle endlessly, using claws and cables, and teeth and chairs. Neither could gain the upper hand for the longest time.

One night the old man set a trap for Killer Kat. It was a clever electrical trap that used positively charged electrons to combat the negative spectral energy that made up Killer Kat. When the Kat showed up that night he was immediately taken out by the clever trap. Killer Kat struggled for a moment, then vanished into thin air.

    The old man thought that the Kat was gone for good. However, two weeks passed and it happened again. This time the Kat came back stronger than ever. This time he wouldn’t be defeated so easily.
   
    The battle that commenced was terrible and lasted all night. Both parties received numerous injuries and the Kat kept healing himself over and over. With the old man’s last breaths he said “My wife. I am sorry to have failed you. I am coming to meet you now.” Killer Kat had claimed yet another life.

    The Kuest against Killer Kat Kontinues... Eventually the neighbors on the street found out the real reasons for the strangeness in 122 Maple Street. They have now joined the fight against the undead monster that threatens us all. It is imperative that we take out Killer Kat and his allies.
   
    It seems that the witchcraft can hardly be undone by mere science. To take out Killer Kat for good, what is needed is a mix of science and magic.

The Pain

The dark night.
The light of a single star shines through the fog of this damp town.

I am alone.
There is no one here but me.
It is getting harder and harder to breathe.
The dark is closing in.

My world is tilted
seemingly off-kilter
everything is out of my control.
I need control.

The silver of steel
glints in the light of the moon.
It kisses my skin.
My skin cries
a single red tear
trickles down

With the light of day
I rise
like a tiger
the evidence of my pain
is shown as my stripes.

They say there are other ways
to fight the pain inside
but this is all I know.

Fight the pain inside with pain
without

Dedicated to all my friends who have the pain. To those who turn to pain and embrace it like a friend. I can be that friend. Search for those other ways that are there. They are there.
I promise.

Cassi

My Favorite Short Story

My favorite short story is called a Piece of String. It's about a man who bends down to pick up a piece of string from the dirt and is accused of stealing a wallet. Eventually he dies while trying to prove his innocence. Guy de Maupassant

The Hunger Games