October 2010 Blog Posts (16)

TOXIC DREAMS…

CHAPTER ONE - MURDER



Murder, my parents were not killed on accident or anything, they were murdered and I am going to find out why and who did it if it was the last thing I do. I am not going to ‘sit back’ and let the detectives handle this, they are not going to do anything! So why even bother with them, are they gonna solve it? No! They won’t help with anything. When everything is calmed down, I am going to leave – to find the person who murdered my parents. My…

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You know, when Kurt Vonnegut wrote his little-known essay about F***, I thought to myself: well, f***. It struck me. Not because of the words, but that a writer of his stature would consider the mind loosening use of such an expletive in context, punctuation and content. I would humbly suggest that those who profess to write, pay attention.

Kilgore Trout would have approved. Wide open beavers are best.

To the point: haste.

We writing machines need to pay close attention, hastily.… Continue

This is only the beginning to my prologue. I'm hoping for some constructive criticism, please, so don't be shy and tell me what you think. Thanks. =)

I saw him in a haze of white. It was almost like a dream --- so vague but so real. . . . I couldn't tell the difference between reality and imagination. Silver eyes had shone at me from behind a blur of snow, like fresh embers hot against burning coals. Odd, that those eyes were still piercing, even amongst the snow; I was drawn…

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A captivating novelette,written in the first person narrative.tells a true story of a young man,who married a divorced lady and when the prodigal husband returns with bags of money,she let go her new husband-easily and unbelievably.

Look out for a copy of this and many more.

Is it really possible to rediscover the joy, that carefree attitude that most of us remember from our childhood? Nothing in adult life is fashioned to encourage us to take pleasure in the simple things in life anymore. Should we? More importantly, could we even if we wanted to? Continue

Remember when you were little? And the simple things that made you so happy? The playdough and hide and seek...and Sesame Street and Barney? Maybe those things dont make you happy now...but just think about it. I'm not sure what I'm saying...but I'm saying it anyway. I was really...angry a few days ago. I saw a picture of me and my family when I was 4...we were all apple picking and I had on the biggest smile. Think about the little things when you're down. No matter what happened when you…

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Recently, I have been journaling about loosing weight and how I am feeling about losing the weight. I just right until my tension, anger, or tears have pasted. Looking back I've notice something, that some of the emotions I'm feeling are what my characters should be feeling also. After all we want our characters to be real, so why not talk about the mental breakdown they have in the bathroom right before a big meeting, or the internal dialogue before they have to break it off with someone. The… Continue

Love me or let me go, go go

Love me or let me go, go go!

Stuck, stuck in your picture perfect fantasy world.

Keep run in circles in your merry go around

So for once, dont try to tell me which way to go,

Whoaa oh

I'm gettin tired of trying to fit your description

Of that girl, shes so barbie shes so fiction.

Wake up, your mind is somewhere stuck in a dream

Whoaa oh

I’m…

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Hey all!

I am sorry I've been away for a bit, but there is great news on the horizon. The rumors of my death have been highly exaggerated.

With the advent of the publication of Free Clinic, I found myself ecstatic by the simple virtue of knowing that I have a copywrite on my intellectual property and a place in the hallowed halls of the Library of Congress. And of course, the ubiquitous ISBN.

No buzz kill, here. However, one must think things out.

Well, here's how it can… Continue

Have you ever been so overwhelmed with a person. When this certain person enter the room. Your heart just light up, like if you bulb has been change. This certain person can sell you dreams and you will spend all your money buying them. Until one day you finally get to the end of the tunnel and realize you never new this certain person... (jus a thawt)

Although im 18 my mom will still not let me have a facebook urrrrrrggggggggg! Once I move out Im going on facebook and getting an account.

I was soooooooooooo ecxited abiyt my bristhday I started to happen my mom gose "Oh hey why dont we do it next week" WHAT?!?!?!??!?!?!?! Now, I barely throw BIG tempertanturms over ANYTHING but this one..I needed to. So I started to cry #1 thn I left the house with out telling my mom found me she hit me i hit batta bing batta boom i got kicked out, Like i send..WORST B-DDAY EVER! AND SHE DIDNT WANNA HAVE IT BECUASE THE FREGGIN WEDDING SHES DOING! So I guess a wedding is more important then your… Continue

Chocolate is my most favorite ice cream flavor. Pistachio is my least favorite flavor. Most of the best ice cream is made with chocolate, and most of the worst ice cream is made with candied fruit. All in all, most of the best flavors have some type of chocolate.



Although it’s true that chocolate is the best of all ice cream flavors, the statements above are wrong. They have logic problems with the use of superlative terms. A superlative term is a word that indicates the… Continue

So I'm getting pretty close to bringing Missing to an end, and unfortunately I feel I could have done a far better job at writing it this time around. I did really like the direction it took this time, but there's quite a few scenes that I feel don't really fit amongst the rest and I want to fix them, make them belong, but I don't

know how to do that.

The first scene, as well, really bothers me. I… Continue

It’s been one month,
Two weeks,
And three days
Since I kissed you.
Your taste,
I’m no longer familiar with.
Your smell,
It makes me dizzy no more.
What is left now?
Just a memory.
The problem with it?
The longer I keep remembering,
The harder it gets forgetting.
I do wish,
For one more kiss;
For one more touch.
Will I ever slip?
It’s been one month,
Two weeks,
Three days…
I’m just fine.

omg school is sooo fun but exept for the back stabbing friends..teachers...the work..umm the gym time..luch. OIkay well maybe I hate school...Anywhoo..Only things I like about school is goofing off with my Wifey and others. and thats not helping me AT ALL! GOSH! its only like 4 weeks into school and I got an F! well I brought it up to a B but still! School is a waste of my time! I should drop out. Cuz all it seems like thses days is you go. Fight,Argure,Boyfriends/Grilfriends. Uggh and I…

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