Hello Old Friend

With my forehead pressed against the window, I'm dreaming of snow and white glows.
black whips past my eyes like sharp needles, bolting me from my quite sunny dreams.
"Wait! Stop!" i cry out. my dad stops the truck and i hop out, my only comment is "i think that's one of my stolen bikes!"
i stomp towards an old black figure, snow building up on my boots making them heavy. as if trying to stop me from getting closer.
It shone in the sunny sky, but it was a hallow shine, holding memories full of pain.
i grip the handles, pushing it towards the truck.
"it is my old bike! the black one they stole" my grip getting tighter as i try and shove the bike through deep snow.
"are you sure?" my dad asked, "it might be someone else's"

i force my eyes to look down. the once proud bright red sticker that demanded attention was torn and ragged like a violently ripped off pair of old jeans. my eyes drifted towards the handle bars and front portion of the frame. its trademark signature was there. one of the caps that had popped off of the so called shocks was gone while the other remained. the empty mounts that once cradled lights were smooched but still in its designed place. yes, this was my beloved bike.

by dad spoke about how we should call a care taker and check, but i was ignoring him.
once i started to take in the view of my poor old bike i couldn't stop. the paint wasn't as black and gloss as i remember, the kickstand wasn't as sturdy looking, and the bottle carrier was missing leaving only a sign of a harsh struggle.

i finally looked up and saw that we had pushed the bike back to where i originally found it. i leaned it against the cold brick wall and began to run my hands along it like a blind man.
the gear shifter was busted and clinging to the bike by a simple wire. all the break lines where torn and violently ripped from their designed home. ends and all exposed wire were red with rust, as if they were bleeding. my heart tightened in pain. the breaks were bent in odd directions, like a broken leg, looking wrong and painful.

i couldn't look at it any longer. Why?! how could they?! didn't they think that perhaps someone might have loved this? that this poor broken body once brought joy?
violence surged through me filling my veins with fire. i wished to put the person in as much pain as my bike and my heart were in. my knuckles whitened and all i could think of was shoving some little punk against the wall and shaking him till his teeth became my wind chime.

my dad voice cut through my rage like a sharp white blade. my hands feel stiff from being balled into a fist. i look at the angry red marks from my nails on the tender inside of my palm, and realized that violence does not solve violence.

we walked back to the truck. i climbed in and took one last look at my crippled bike, and we drove home. the snow wasn't as white, and the music coming from the radio wasn't as cheerful. i feel hollow. memories of happy time where the wind whipped past me as i sailed upon my old bike played behind my eyelids. tears mingled with the memories threatening to spill over.

"perhaps the other bike is at the impound. it might be in the same shape. that one would be worth fixing at least. the black one was just a cheap old thing." my dad spoke out loud. all i could do was nod. the empty pit in my stomach and the tight knot in my throat never loosened with that thought.

How me and Lindsay met.

well, i go to work on day and this new girl comes in. I'm like "omg shes so hot, bet shes a snob!" so i do my every day thing. and then suddenly terrorists bust into KFC! everyone is screaming but Lindsay pushes her way through and went all Rambo! "Not in my fucking KFC!" she rips off the sleeves of her shirt and uses her super strength so rip out a pipe in the wall. me and her start beating the shit out of the terrorists, me with my fire breath, Lindsay with her badass pipe. it was a bloody fight but in the end we won. Lindsay offered me a TicTac and then we walked off into the sunset, waiting till another time our powers will be needed. KFC was never rebuilt or fixed and you can still see the part where Lindsay ripped the pipe out of the wall.

How I Met Britta

So I'm in like grade 2 okay? i sitting there eating my sandwich, when suddenly this hoard of blood thirsty chickens starts attacking the kids on the monkey bars. This chick in my class named Britta and me are all "we have to save them! well except him cuz hes got cooties!" so Britta whips out glue sticks, rips the caps off and throws them at the wild chickens and exploded. i try to round them up using my semi-automatic crayola-gun. in the end there were dead chickens everywhere and we had chicken soup hot lunch for 2 weeks. they also made a shrine out of me and Britta in the sandbox but the stupid grade 6ers stomped on it.

How Me And Jordan Met

on deviant art, is Jordan's story. my story is once while i was sitting at the end of my drive way this giant guy in a carrot suit walked past smoking a cigar. i yelled out, hey ain't you suppose to be a white rabbit? the carrot dude stopped and told me due to tax cuts hes the best i could get. i shrugged and ran after him. he jumps into this hole in the ground and disappears. i morned his death for a bit then decided that ice cream was a better idea. so I'm at the ice cream shop and as I'm about to get my ice cream this wacko guy with cheese clunks me on the head and i black out. i wake up and I'm in this foreign country were pants are underwear and have this un-dieing lover for deep fried fish and chips with tea. i dust my self off and this guy rides up on this giant spray painted T-rex. I was like "whow! nice T-rex Jordan!" he was all "how the hell do you know my name?!" and i pointed to his name tag. suddenly the earth shook and people started screaming. Jordan yelled out "come on we have to save them!" so when i tried to climb on also, the T-rex picked me up in his mouth and started running. we get there just in time to see this giant pissed off granny destroying buildings. "oh no! she must of ate some bad crumpets!" yelled out Jordan and his pet rex spit me out and charged at the old lady. i tried to breath fire onto the granny but due to the large amounts of Dino drool in my eyes i was facing the wrong way boiled some water in a random kettle making a nice cup of tea. Jordan and his Dino had the old bag pinned down and i grabbed my tea and yelled "drink up Senior citizen!" and dumped the tea on her. unbeknown to me i made Prozac tea and the old lady shrunk and mellowed out. she was so happy that she made cookies for us! sadly i was unable to try them due to the fact Jordan's T-rex clunked me on the other side of the head and passed out again. when i woke up this time i was back in the ice cream shop with 2 cops arguing over whether is was mozzarella or white Cheddar that i was hit with. i then stood up and went home. da endz!

How Me And Molly Met

You met randomly in 1990: So i was sittin on the road one day and this freaky red head came up to me riding a rino. i was like whow, freak. then this rampaging mass of ladybugs started attacking people. so me and molly hoped onto this mouse cuz the rino had a flat. so yeah we get over there and we find the ladybugs are attacking a flower shop. molly screams out "not on my street!" and rips out a stop sign with her teeth. im like "damn!" and start breathing fire onto the ladybug gang and molly beats them with a sign. so we defeat the bugs and the city makes this pure gold statue of us on jasper ave. sadly a bunch of crack addics steal it and hock it for more crack and a chimp. so no one will ever know about our adventures but us.

You took weazel taping in spring 1987.

How Me And Lynn Met

You met randomly: So Im drinking a coffee in the park and this crazy red head lady walks past me. im like okay whatever, then suddenly this hord of giant evil ants come bursting from the ground! Lynn runs behind a tree and comes out wearing a huge peace sign on her chest! I was already breathing my fire breath onto the ants but there were to many. Lynn stepped up, puffed out her chest, and threw her flower power darts at them. the ants were then filled with love and happyness. they started helping little old ladys across the street, picking up garbage, and being very good ants. the city made another statue, of sliver this time, on jasper ave. again, sadly, the same crack addic that stole the golden one of me and molly stole this one and hocked it for crack and dipers for their pet chimp.

How Me And Cody Met

You met randomly: well we were on this bus, and the homeless guy hijacked it. he was like "give me all your money!" And me and cody were like screw that so cody shot him with his lazer beam eyes and i set him on fire with my firey breath. been buds ever since.

How Me and Karly Met

You met randomly in 1990: So I'm wandering around down town when suddenly molly comes out of nowhere! she yells out that there is a giant dino stomping on babies and kicking puppies 2 blocks down! so we run the 2 blocks and find that there are puppies kicked everywhere! molly rips out another sign with her teeth and starts wailing on thedino as i breath fire onto its big toe. then some dramatic music play and the women named Karly jumps out of a phone booth wearing awrestling suit. she wackes me on the head and we trade off. I'm standing back and watch this crazy lady climb a huge building. she jumps off doing her signature "flaming body slam" as she falls towards the ground she bursts into flames and slams into thedino, and he vomits up a Canadian postal worker. we find out then that it was the postal worker that was upsetting the dinos tummy making him crazy. so Karly pulls out some soothing tea, mini sandwiches , and a kitchen sink from her bag of everything and we all sat down and had lunch. and from that day on everyone got their mail on time and the dino never bothered anyone again.

Little Chicken

There once was a little chicken, who lived on a small farm. She lived a simple life, eating grain and laying eggs for the farmers wife.

But after time she became bored with her life and wanted more excitement.
"I want to do something that is amazing and fun! I want to try something new and unusual!" said the chicken to herself.

The head rooster over heard the small chicken talking to herself.
"Little chicken!" called out the rooster, "You were born to peck at grain and lay eggs, that is your place! stop daydreaming!"

The little chicken was saddened by the roosters comment, and walked over to the far side of the pen.

"What is wrong little chicken?" asked a cow who was chewing some grass beside the pen.
"I want to be something better then a chicken. I want to do something amazing!" the chicken told the cow.
The cow snorted and said "Little chicken, you are a chicken, you were meant to do chicken things. it is your place in life." with that the cow walked away to chew on some dandelions.

"Oh, why does every one say that? why cant I be more then a chicken?" little chicken said with her head bent down. A single tear fell from her eye and dripped off her beak.

A sheep standing nearby heard what the cow had said to the little chicken and saw how hurt the chicken was.
"Cheer up little chicken!" encouraged the Sheep, "One day you will find your place on the farm.
"Thank you sheep." said the little chicken with a smile.

That night little chicken could not get to sleep. No matter how she laid she could not fall asleep.
So the little chicken got up and decided to walk around a bit.

While out walking the little chicken noticed that the farmer had forgotten to turn off the gas lamp sitting upon the gate where the pigs slept.

"How odd" whispered the chicken to herself. Suddenly the one of the pigs decided to roll over bumping the gate. The lamp fell and smashed upon the ground setting it aflame!
"Oh no!" exclaimed the chicken "I must go get the farmer!" So the chicken ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.

She got to the farmers house and began to scratch at the door, "Wake up farmer! Wake up! The farm is on fire!" But the farmer could not hear her.

So she ran to the bedroom window where the farmer and his wife slept. Little chicken jumped with all her might and hopped into the window and onto the farmers bed.
"Wake up farmer! Wake up!" She cried out again. This time the farmer woke up and saw the little chicken on his bed.

"What is wrong little chicken?" he asked but then saw out his window that the farm was on fire!
The farmer jumped out of bed and ran outside wearing only his red pajamas and grabbed the garden hose to put out the flames.

The farmer battled the flames for a long time, but in the end he won and the fire was put out.
"Little chicken! If it wasn't for you waking me up the whole farm would have burnt down! Thank you little chicken! Said the farmer with a huge smile on his face.

"Hooray for little chicken!" cried out all the other farm animals, "You did something no other little chicken could!"

Little chicken sat there with a smile on her beak and a glow in her heart.

Despair

I am darkness. nothing can penetrate me, I absorb all light, leaving those wrapped in my embraced are left blind.
I am a whisper. I am the voice that tells others to give up, to do evil deeds, to chose the wrong from right.
I am doubt. I am the cause of anorexia and low self-esteem. I am the nudge that convinces many the world is better without.
I am pain. I am the stabbing feeling deep inside, bring tears to even the toughest hearts. I can wash away all traces happiness, like they were never there.
I am the mirror of hope, I am Despair.

Despair

Hope

I am a candle. I sway with the breeze, I flicker in a harsh wind. I cling to my wick resiting the pressure to be blown away with a smokey protest.
I am a wild fire. I force those around me to recognize my power. I cannot be put out so easily, I must be drowned, starved, and smothered to be silenced!
I am an explosion! I shake the earth! I create panic and chaos, forcing those around me to flee! I leave behind destruction, allowing other to start fresh and create something new.
I am a smile. I make heads turn, and am often contagious. I show pleasure and happiness.
I am an inner glow, the feeling that one gets when they have done right. I create butterflies, and comfort.
I am hope.

Hope

Guilt

A soft whimper is heard, then slowly changes into a roar. A beast that cannot be described prowls inside me. I try to look directly at it, yet even as I do, I cannot see it. The monster shifts and blends when I try to observe it.
It roars again, and my ears feel like crystal, shattering. I drop to my knees, tears rolling down my face. My chest begins to burn, as if the fires of hell have taken up permanent residence there.
I gasp, breathing becomes painful as the beast claws its way up my throat. I want to cry out, I want to vomit, I want to rid myself of this creature!
I curl up into myself like a tiny baby tucked away inside a mothers womb. With one last gasp I look at the beast one more time. I can see its eyes now, they are as cool as ice. I know its name. The creature that has brought me so much pain, is known only by that of Guilt.


I found out that I hurt someone today, that I would have never dreamed of hurting. This is how I feel.

Me Eyes Are Jelouse Of My Ears

My finger slips and I hit a button. Something blares from the speakers, and I reach out and try to turn it down, but my hand wont comply. What's going on?!
It started at my hands, making the tips itch and tap, then worked its way up my arms to my shoulders. I try to stop the sizzling and crackling feeling that is zipping through my veins but it is useless, it has now captured my shoulders making them shift and roll. I look down and see my hands are now clapping, and my hips twisting and waving back and forth like a reed in the wind. The beat changes, and rushes to my toes. I jump out of my chair and try to stomp it out, but to no avail! Instead of stomping I swirl around in a graceful circle.
What is happening?! What could be so powerful that it makes my body betray itself!
The speakers speed up, and all I could do is comply and allow my body to twist and bend as if it and the speakers were whispering sweet nothing to each other.
Then something snapped. It rushes over me, like flames licking my skin, the tips of my fingers and toes snapped with electricity. Daisies bloomed behind my eyes, opening up my soul. I let go and allow my body to do what it wills. My arms reach for the sky and twist and move like smoke, my hips try to match them with a twist that buckles my knees and brings me closer to the floor. I hear myself laughing, the joy of it all wrapping itself around me. I feel so happy I could poop rainbows.
Something changes, and my body begins to slow down, my arms lower themselves, my hips sway slowly then come to a stop. Then as if I have just woken up from a long winters sleep I look around, I am no longer by the computer but half way across the room. The last bit of magic tugs at the corners of my lips and i slowly walk back to my computer and sit down.

Slow Jam

Now for something silly

i made this before going to bed one day. ill probably share it at the next grouping, just cuz it will give people a giggle.

B-bottoms
U-uttering
T-tremendous
T-toots

yeah I'm done now. lol

I Don't Know

Write about something that you don't know.

I don't know how to spell exsplortation, but i know what it means.
I don't know what lee is saying, but i know hes happy.
I don't know if people really listen to me, yet i enjoy talking.
I don't know if everyone i love loves me, but ill love them anyway.
Sometimes when I'm talking i don't know what I'm saying, because my mouth is here but my brain is over there.
I don't know if i have ever experienced true love, but i know Ive sat close beside it.
I don't know if I've ever had true happiness, but i know I've seen it.
I don't know what that paper under the wardrobe is but i know if i mention it they will tell me.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring but i know ill get thought it.

Guessing Game Gone Wrong

Guessing game gone wrong

My love of my life and I are sitting for tea with my parents. Not unusual, least; not for others. But then again others don't have, My, parents.

"oh guess what!" exclaimed my love in a chipper voice.
"what?" i say as my parents eyes focus upon us.
"noooo, you have to guess!" she said.
as soon as the words left her mouth I knew something intriguing, yet haunting, was going to happen.
"ill let you think about it while i go to the loo." she said happily as she prance out of the room.

I turn to my mother and father. they both look back at me. its kinda terrifying actually.
both are sullen people. My mother has the characteristics of a female captain Hook, while my willowy father is the mirror image of a stingy rich banker. both have this royal airs about them that makes one want to bow before them or serve them. which would be very odd considering my father mops the floor of an elementary school, and my mother gets spit upon by old people at a seniors center.

"hmmmm" said my mother, "she looks kinda flush. almost like a pregnant lady."
"your right she was flush, but twitchy, as if she stole something, or did something naughty." replied my father.
both look down their noses at me. I wiggle like a worm in my chair, and add more sugar in my tea. "uh, well, I don't know she always looks that way." I reply as i stir.

"you don't think she has slept around and contracted AIDS?" my father asked.
"No!" my mother cried out "I don't want my grandchild to be HIV positive! they will become a crack addict and mug people" she sobbed.
Tea sprays out out of my nose and i begin to wheeze.

"She must get an abortion!" my mother exclaims.
"Dump that slut!" my father dictates.

all i could do is stair at them in shock. Finally my beloved skips back into the room.

"So did you guess?" she asked.

"I think we did." said my father in an acid tone.

"oh cool!" she said "I'm so proud of my raise at work!"

I see 6 things

We were supposed to look around the room and pick 6 things that you saw, use them in the story. but the story needed "I was frozen in place..." in it.
1 Lamp
2 looking up
3 mask
4 parrot
5 red and yellow
6 steam

I was frozen in place, the lamp was shattered to dust.
"Oh, Jesus, oh god, Oh mother of a red and yellow hippo with antlers!" exclaimed the mouthy parrot that my Aunt Steam owned. I had to agree with the bird. I smashed my aunts most prized possession, a lamp in the shape of a womens leg. well, it was a womens leg. Maybe if i paste it together? It might work except the leg would have aged 20 years and has horrible cellulite.

"Oh crap on a stick, Oh crap on a stick!" the bird exclaimed again, and again, I had to agree.

I'll just have to go into hiding. And when i do go outside I'll wear a mask and no one will know its me.
I pray to god and looked up. there it is! My saviour! my water in the desert, my inner-tube in the ocean! this big beautiful (but not literally) pot in the shape of a womens leg!
So i collect the pieces of the lamp and tuck it away in the pot. if Aunt Steam asks I'll say I have no clue and that perhaps Uncle Pots moved it. Hooray, I'm saved!

As i leave the room with a spring in my step, i hear a crash. There lays my Aunt Steams favorite leg shaped pot.

"shit" I said.
"I agree" said the parrot.

Here is the photo of my 2nd Birthday where I prefered the wrapping paper over...

Here is the photo of my second Birthday where I preferred the wrapping paper over.....

Here is the photo of my second Birthday where I preferred the wrapping paper over the doll. I was 13 when the photo was taken. I am now 30 yet I still own that doll. That horribly, Ugly, Nasty doll. It's eyes are still glossy and that misty brown color, It's dress is still frilly and as pink as Cotton-candy. I want to throw it away, but I never could. Every time i tried, its misty brown eyes would just stair at me, as if to say "If you toss me away, I will never truly be gone."
So there it sits, on my dresser. I have it facing the wall, so it won't watch me sleep. Not that i sleep a whole lot anyway. I am a secretary at a large lawyers company. I am very busy, I can even keep a boyfriend. But that's alright.

I'm working late again tonight. I wonder if they even notice how much work I do? Of course they do! Otherwise, who would take their phone calls? who would organize their meetings? Who would be able to fix the photocopier when it jams?! ha! of course they notice!
It is getting late though. Everyone else has gone home. Perhaps I will just take this home and finish it there. Yes that's what I will do.

Stupid doll, I can't work while its sitting there. Stupid doll. God I am tired, but I've got to finish this letter....

Uh? What happened? Oh crap! I fell asleep! I need to finish that letter!
"Where is that letter?" I hear myself say.
"Under the pillow, to the right" a voice replies.
My eyes become as big as saucers, I cower behind a pillow. With a shaky voice I call out "Who said that?"
"I did!" the voice said and I jerked my head in the direction. There was my doll, sitting at the edge of my dresser, her feet swinging over the edge. She giggles, stands up, and begins to pace back and forth.
"You're really boring. and whiny, did you know that?. I may not be able to see everything because you always have me facing the wall, but god do I hear it all." The doll said as she began to start skipping.

Did I just get insulted by a doll? whine?! I'm not whiny! Nor am I boring. I'm a very interesting person!
"Excuse me! I am nether of those!" I angrily said to the doll.

"Oh come on! Just look at you! Your wardrobe has 2 colors, black and white. You never go out. The last boyfriend you had was over a year ago. And all you ever do is work!" With fists balled at her plastic hips she scowled me. "Do you remember when you 1st got me? You were 13. It was your second birthday. Now I maybe a doll, but even I think its odd that a 13 year old girl has only had 2 birthdays in her life. It was mostly because you had no friends, but again, that's because you never tried to make any!"

I mumble out "well my parents were always busy, I had to always take care of the house."

"I see" said the doll with a doubtful tone. "Well I think its about time we change some things! Wardrobe first!" And with that the doll hoped off the dresser and ran to my closet.

"Hey wait! Don't touch anything!" i cry out as i fall out of bed. Tangled in the blankets, all I could do was watch as the doll runs her hands across all my clothes, each article of clothing turning a different color. Some were pink, some where yellow. one of my most snazzy black suits became Tye-dye. I began to cry.

"There! Ain't they all pretty!" the doll said with a sweep of her hand. "Hey why are you crying?"
"All my clothes. Those were my best suits!" I whimpered on the floor.
"I know. But do you really like black and white? Do you really like wearing those itchy things?" the doll asked.
"No, not really." I said drying my eyes. I looked up and saw the dolls glossy eyes staring back at me.
"Now an even bigger question. Do you really want to work at a firm where they don't respect you and unload most of their work onto you? Whats the enjoyment? You don't even get payed that well."
"I guess" I reply.
The doll takes my face in her tiny plastic hands, so that we are nose to nose. "I think its time to change."
I nod without saying anything. the doll smiles, and stands up straight. "By the way, my names Marie." was the last thing I heard the doll say.

"Uh? Wha? Where am I?" I look around and see that I am tangled up in the blankets, papers are crinkled and are everywhere. I look up to my dresser, there sits my doll facing me. Her eyes are no longer misty, but more of a soft chestnut color, and her dress seems more dusty rose then Cotton candy.

When I'm in a Neon Pink Mood....

When I'm in a neon pink mood, I crave excitement, adventure, and of all things circuses! I
Love them! the clowns, the elephants, the cotton candy! I used to dream about being part of them.

My friend and I always plan our Friday nights together. we do it religiously, to the point that if one of us blows off the other, that person is dammed for the rest of the week, until next Friday. With that in mind i had to consider which was the worst of the two evils, blowing Carol off, or missing the circus. The most logical idea is to bring Carol with me to the circus. pity clowns make her sneeze and elephants give her hives. forcing her through that would be mean and just illogical.

I picked up the phone and called Carol.
"I'm sorry Carol, But I've caught a terrible cold." I said in my most sickly voice.
"Oh really?" Carol said "Or are you trying to blow me off? or are you really sick?"
I thought about that for second then said "actually I am blowing you off, see you Friday!"
with that i hung up the phone, pulled on my neon-pink scarf, and headed for the door.
A condemned week I think i can handle. besides, I might meet a cute clown.

In The Beginning...

So I've begun to go to a writing group. its been lots of fun, and have a creative outlet. it happens every 2 weeks, and i write about 3 stories each session.

I've decided to post them since some of them are not finished, and can be finished. most stories are written in 5-10 min. so they are usually quick and sweet.

I hope you enjoy!