Free Write

2016 has just been a year filled with turmoil. The election is over and more turmoil churns over that result.  I just want this year to be over with without incident

I still need to write more here, I'm always scribbling in a notebook but I need to move it over here.  I'ts nearly 9:00 a.m. and I'm ready to get my day started

Free writing for a few minutes

I'm beyond bored today and a little annoyed with how this weekend has started, best to just power through it I imagine. I can't watch television or social media without getting irked by something, we're just a divided nature and maybe the illusion of something different is just too much to ask for. We just continue to be at each others throats and nothing gets done.  What can be done? I know i've wrote on that before but I my simplistic thoughts on it are probably overlooking something.

I need to go workout and clear my head

Alarm Clock

The alarm clock was still whining as I entered my bedroom, the bed unkempt, dishes stacked on the nightstand.

 I really need to clean, i mutter out-loud. tomorrow  I say to myself.

 I slapped the button on top of the clock, the whining stops. I stt down at the end of the bed and begin to take off my work boots. I'm tired. My back hurts. This shift change is a damn disaster.  My boots are tossed towards the closet as I take my phone out of my pocket.

My body is greatful as i lay backwards and slide underneath my comforter..

Right on time my phone rings and I listen and smile, I chat about my day and ask about theirs and tell  my boys I'll be around to pick them up around eleven and to have their rooms cleaned before they leave for their mother.

The children's mother and I talk. The conversation brief and short but friendly. She was always too good for me, I knew it from the first day we talked.

I hangup and drift to sleep. The alarm clock not set.

the coffee maker is broken

Rebecca sat in the nook looking out onto her backyard looking annoyed, sipping on a cup of tea. James comes into the kitchen, looks at the empty pot of coffee.

"I forgot to set it last night." James said as he begins to fool with it

"The coffee maker is broken. Doesn't heat up, there's some tea on the stove."- Rebecca called back

"Oh man,whats wrong with this thing. I guess I'll pick one up after work, i'll just drink OJ this morning.- James maneuvers to the refrigerator, takes out a pint of orange juice and sits it on the counter. 

Rebecca gets up from the nook, taking the coffee machine off the counter and accidentally dropping it on the floor. 

"Whoah how'd that happen?"  James is startled. 

" Im sorry it slipped." Rebecca says, sipping on her tea

James picks the coffee maker off the floor, and put it in the trash can

I swear this place is haunted sometimes. 

laws to govern a new world. What are they

I had no idea where I was or what I was doing here. The light is hazy, like dusk on the plains, the air smells slightly sweet, in front of me is a crowd of things.. They're monsters staring at me in silence,

I fall to my knees a loud booming voice ringing in my ears

SPEAK

TELL US YOUR RULES


"What Rules!" I cry out. "What do you mean."

A hundred voices in my head i

t seems like scream at me instructions. I don't understand. It hurts. I feel ill. There is a sudden silence and one single low voice starts speaking to me.

"Sir, tell us how you would govern a new world.What would you demand of its people."


I don't understand, the voice repeats itself. I now know these things are reading my thoughts.

I sit on the ground, the ill feeling in my stomach gone, looking out at this crowd, not monsters but aliens. a whole lot of them, many different looking ones.

I try to think

the voice tells me to collect myself

i stand up

i speak

The first rule of my people is to: Love your neighbor

With that my mind is once again rushed with thoughts and voices but know images, images of the most horrid things we've done to each other.Murders, War, so much violence.

silence again

the lone voice cries out to me: Your people aren't ready yet, they do not follow their own laws.

The monsters begin to fade, leaving this place, wherever we are.. Their shapes and movements so foreign to me, frightening.

The lone voice comforts me. We all were once like yours.

Another trying few days

The incident in Paris followed by a failed political coup. This is certainly the craziest year of my lifetime. Everything is just a mess

I promise my next five entries will all be prompts. Didn't mean to use this as a journal but here we are

Not a prompt

I'm not an eloquent speaker or philosopher. I'm just a dude who is tired of this crap..

Police have to do better in this country with their interactions with minorities, these cases in the news this weeks were just ridiculous. I know that the duty of policing is just so inherently dangerous that police live on edge but there has to be something to get them less amped. I don't think there is a true easy one size fits all approach to helping this but rather its probably best to use lots of different strategies. #1 Screening cops has to be improved, i know it takes a certian mentality to be a peace officer but there should be some more standards than just a clean record and physical performance. #2 Need to teach deescalation techniques and adhere to them #3 GO PRO THE COPS,FUND IT #4 Hold cops accountable when shit goes south.



Thoughts out to the victims familes in New Orleans and Minnesota. Just awful


On to Dallas

I was going to write the above yesterday but the absolute shitshow that went on in Dallas last night just ruined me mentally for a day.  What the fuck does murdering 5 cops in one of the most transparent and progressive police departments in America accomplish besides giving redneck racist assholes the gumption to respond? This country is on the forge of a dark period, we're so divided now that I just don't know where we go from here.

My heart aches for the victims families.


We have to get out of this white vs black/police vs minorities mindset. We have to.  There has to be reform in the police,there has to be an end to violent divisive rhetoric from anti-police groups.

Treat each other better.

Writing Prompt: An elderly couple takes to petty crime to see their superhero kid who no longer calls

"I just don't think we should do that honey. It's too big." the balding man said as he leaned back in his recliner.

"George, It's really the only thing that'll get his attention right now, he doesn't facetime, he doesn't call, and he answers all his text with just K." the plump lady sits down her glass on the coffee table, reaches down for a notepad and pen.

"Now listen to me, it's very simple. All you have to do is just go back to your job at the plant like you're visiting your buddies and just turn off the coolant system." the woman scribbles on her pad

The old man shakes his head

"That's too much Kimberly, if those reactor coils over heat and the plant melts down half the whole dang state might be evacuated!" George said with look of disbelief

"I now!, He'll have to come right away and since he's in town anyway we can have a nice dinner!" Kimberly finishes writing. 

"Now go grocery shopping for me, you now our boy loves my rice casserole." Kimberly hands George the shopping list.

I don't have an answer to the Orlando situation. I have a hard time believing anyone really does. I just know that a lot of people are hurting and instead of grieving we're just at each others throats.

Thoughts out to the families and friends of the deceased and  wishing a full recovery for the living victims.

Free write for a few minutes.

I struggle sometimes with being open minded. I think everyone does. I have to acknowledge my biases without being walked all over. I also can't be afraid of being disliked or hated for things I can't control. Some people will just not like me, some people will just want to push their own agenda and will not approach things acknowledging their own biases because as I said everyone struggles with being open minded.

Treat people like you would want to be treated.

i'm just tired/

Free Write

It's 4:23 in the morning and I am awake and I am not that happy. The world is quiet at least, the sun will be up in a few short hours and I'm guessing I may be sleeping in. Oh well

Hallmark has a card for every occasion. EVERY occasion. You're the person tasked with finding and writing the most obscure ones.

Flossing.. Always flossing. There's only so many ways to congratulate a person on flossing, it's doubly hard when you're talking about a flossing anniversary.

A five years of dilgent flossing should be celebrated I suppose, I cannot complain too much because I am getting my commission on each sale but still. These subjects are dreadful.

What emotion can this card get across about flossing. I just have major writers block. 

"Flossing four five years: Good for you!"

"Happy Flossing Day: Five Years Strong!" 

I just have no idea what it should be and I need to think. I always think better when I floss..

#8: A man shaves his head and finds it covered in symbols he didn't put there

I stood there and just looked at my head in shock. I was tatted in crazy ways. I had no memory of this. I had my head shaved just last summer and there was nothing there but now its covered in these intricate designs in this light red hue. It looks like my skull is on fire

I sat down on the bathroom floor and up at the mirror and trying to think.  Where could this have come from? I had never even considered a tattoo, i never had the opportunity. This is embarassing, I'll have to walk around like this for weeks waiting for my hair to grow back,.

I jar awake in my bed and feel my head. My hair is still there.

Such a weird dream.

#7 Zombies are real but instead of eating human they ______

Everyone was horrified when the recently deceased returned to life. Decades of horror movies made that night a very unpleasant and scary experience but when we woke in the morning all the dread we had passed into an silly calmness as the reality of the situation set in. Real zombies don't want human brains, they really only want sugar. lots of sugar.. The zombie hordes raided gas stations and grocery stores, eating every sugary concoction they can get their rotten hands on.

It proved to be a minor annoyance but the zombies were easily put down and in fact even know a few dozen still room the streets on any given day. Kids feed them candy bars.

Sugar addiction is real even beyond the grave.

#6

Like i said in a earlier post I was going to try to make this just fictional writing but today I guess I'll do differently once again.

There was another terrorist attack over seas.  It seems like you can set your watch to it now, every 4-5 months*(* if i paid more attention to the oceanic countries it's probably 2-3 honestly) something hugely horrific happens.

Certainly nothing I write is going to make any difference to anyone but myself. I just hurt on days like this because the heartache others feel so needlessly. I am a Christian, a poor one but a Christian I know in times like these my prayers really only sooth my spirit. There needs to be action but what kind i do not know

On a personal level All I can do is be a better person. I will be a better person today than i was yesterday. I will be a better person tomorrow than I am today.. I can't let hate into my heart. I got enough of that as is.

#5 Favorite Modern Fictional Villain: Why?

Detective Alonzo Harris - Training Day


Character is charismatic and intelligent enough to mask his intent. The character is truely villainous in that he shows no real regardless for his child or his woman during a shootout. It's clear that while the character has likable qualities there is no redemption arc for the character, he is far too set in his ways and is truly evil

#4 A cliched Start:Write a story that begins with a man walking into a bar on a dark and stormy night

The rain swept sides and thunder rolled loudly as the bar door swung open, hurriedly a tall slender built man step inside and quickly closed the door, wiping his feet on the mat and looking up with a smile on his face.

"Party is here!" the man yelled with a smile

a non distinct voice answered back "Shut up Mike!"

Mike laughed and smiled hung his coat on a hook and turned right into the bar.

"You picked a shitty day to turn 40 Jerry." Mike said as he sat down at the bar next to the chubby balding man.

"You're telling me about it." the chubby balding man patted Mike on the back

The bartender approaches each men order their drinks. Mike paying for both. Small talk ensues and the night wears on. The storm outside not interupting good friends catching up.

Writing Prompt #2: om the perspective of a fiction character beginning with the following line: "I cannot tolerate …"

I cannot tolerate the lawlessness in this cantina any more. The food is awful, the beer is warm and to top it off you have hoodlums firing blasters at each other. This place is an embarrassment to even the outer borders of the Republic, It's high time Lord Vader comes out here and establishes lawful order on Tatooine. Vader is  the man to do it too. The Empire needs to reign in those Hutts."

The smell of that burning  Rodian flesh will never get out of this jacket.  This place is unbelievable and I just can't tolerate it..


 

Writing Prompt: it's announced that alien life exists.

...unintelligible voice ...


" I just can't believe it, all these years and they just come out with it like that. I've been waiting all my life for this."

...unintelligible voice...

" INTELLIGENT LIFE! Oh this is amazing!"

... unintelligible voice grows quiet...

" Such an amazing time to be alive. We found intelligent life! Ugly looking beasts though, only two legs."