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
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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!"
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!"
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
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.
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.
Monday, March 19, 2007
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.
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.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
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.
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!
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