Monday, December 26, 2016

The day the sun stood still.

Sitting in my lonely room, I can't help but try to contemplate the spectacular wonders of the universe. "It's just a ball of light on earth, nothing more," I keep repeating to myself, staring at the sun through the tinted window.
"I have to find some meaning to all of this. Why am I here? How can there be so many pessimistic prophets when I see miracles everyday? The sun still rises every time they predict the world is coming to an end. Are the prophets all crazy, or are they like me, searching for answers?"
In deep thought, I fix my eyes on the large ball of light that does not move, it's the sun. Focusing on the rays of light, my radio alarm then goes off, I begin to vibe with the words of a dead poet playing through the speakers. I become distracted so I take a seat and listen to the pain flowing with the digital instruments. As the tune plays, I ponder on his every thought.
"I wonder what he saw while writing the lyrics?"
Getting sidetracked, I rush to turn off the alarm. Turning to go back to the window, I see a rope tied around two pieces of wood on the floor. The wood is crossed, realizing my fate, the wind blows through the cracked tinted window. I slowly walk over to the window and notice a bunch of stargazers and wise men pointing to the sky. The day seems long. My heart skips a beat.
"I'm losing my mind, I must be dreaming," I say falling to the floor.
When I awake, I soon notice that I've slept for too long so I just lay there looking at the ceiling. The sun is still in the sky. I get up and rush to the window, it's like I'm going in circles, my mind is but a small piece of this masterpiece. In my obsessive thoughts I yearn to figure out why I'm here. I start to drift... 
"Deities enter through the wombs of saints and demons enter through the mind."
My focus has to remain clear, I can figure this out.
"Is death the only way out of this world? When my soul leaves, will I too, go to the source? Does the intellectual still think like animals? I guess I've been born again. I know for a fact that I've been here before. Who thought of this universe? Why am I here?"
Looking out of the cracked window I feel the wind blow again, I can hear a lamb in the distance. Time keeps ticking while my thoughts soon turn into a universe of ideas. I start to feel like a raging lion slowly turning into a madman searching for answers. The feathers of supreme angelic like creatures point to an infinite place through the glass. In amazement, I look up at the sky. I notice that the sun has not moved, and it's been three days.
"When will this be over? Why can't I figure this out? We enter this world through the womb of a female searching for a place to call home on earth and the voices of Gods can only be heard when we listen. One God. One leader. One source. Maybe if I listen and close my eyes, God will give me the answers, but I'm so tired that I may be tempted to fall asleep again. Where do I go when I fall to sleep? Do I go back where I came from? Is this like atoms borrowing atoms? Why am I here?"
In my wondering mind I sit and stare at the sun through the tinted glass. It doesn't move it just sits there in the heavens. It's in the sky and just like the moon, it's there to guide me through the darkness. I'm so tired, but I must not rest until I find the answers to this equation. I ponder on my final thought while drawing on the window, drawing like words written on thin sheets of wood. I draw hoping someone will find my math equation to this miracle, like scrolls found in lost caves if I don't make it. My imagination has reached its limit, similar to leaves falling from a tree. I then notice my reflection in the glass. There's no way for me to know everything so I leave the window and give-up trying.
"It is what it is..." I say, closing the room door. I then drink the last cup of water and I'm left in contempt of my own fate. I am but a man in a big universe and I too must wither away like the sun. I turn to my journal and write down these last words: "This is the day the sun stood still."

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The Cherubim and the Great Spirit

It was written in the great books and it was done, while the seals of man started to unfold, the people on earth began to call to the heavens for answers.
Martha and the small child Anna were all alone in a golden temple as war broke out on earth. They sat in a small room and questioned the fate of mankind, there was no mercy, for the people had forgotten about the great spirit.
"Anna get some rest you've been up all night. Children need sleep." Martha said, tending to Anna's needs.
"Mrs. Martha, why do men destroy everything that God creates?" Anna asked as Martha tucked her in.
"I don't know Anna, I wish I had all of the answers," Martha began to shake her head as she heard more gunshots outside, "I want you to rest now Anna, maybe God will answer your question in your dreams, if you believe in your heart that he exist."
It was evident that at this moment in time, Anna and Martha, were used to the sounds of war because Anna went right to sleep. Laying there asleep the cherubim felt her heart beating and supreme wisdom filled her thoughts. Anna arose the next morning full of joy. Sitting in her peaceful cubical, Martha began playing the harp, she then heard Anna singing to the sounds of the music. How angelic the sound was. Martha began to ring the bells of the golden temple, for the great spirit had returned. As the men of war heard the bells they all dropped their weapons.
"The Great Spirit has returned. Peace be with you brothers," all of the men said returning to their homes.
"Peace be with you."
Martha then rushed to grab her trumpet. She blew with all of her might as Anna looked to the sky. The great spirit began to move through the body of every creation and peace was restored in the hearts of man. This was the moment for a new kingdom on earth.
In all of spiritual glory and great revival, the cherubim sat above the temple, the great spirit moved every creature towards a jubilee. For it was written and the spirit of man had been restored. Singing and dancing soon followed as the people rejoiced, for the God of heavens army had defeated the great beast of the underworld and shown mercy to the people of earth.
All it took was one child with a heart of gold to believe in something greater than what was on earth.
For the kingdom of heaven had answered the cries of the people and the great spirit saved mankind from the beast of the underworld.  

Monday, December 5, 2016

Ashley and the Tree of Knowledge

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce our special guest for this evening, Ashley," Professor Vick says, introducing his guest to open his grand presentation for the solidarity movement.
Ashley then approaches the podium.
"Thank you, thank you so much for that grand invitation. When I look back over my life, I see the mistakes that I've made. I often think about all of the people that have let me down, but today is a special day, because I look back and I see a brighter future ahead. I want to first let you all know how grateful I am to be on this stage, but I'm not going to lie to you, I wish I lived in a country that was simple, but it's not. The people here are so driven by money and achievement that we've forgotten the simplicity of living. I've stayed in one spot for practically my whole life. I've seen men and women stab each other in the back just to hear the words, 'good job.' On my journey, I've often found myself afraid of death. I've often found myself in a paranoid state of mind because I don't know who to trust. I honestly feel that we've lost touch with reality, and if a united nation, don't go back to the fundamentals of living, fast, we will not only kill the future, but we will destroy the basic concept of human nature. In empathy, I see women who are alone. I see women who have to abort their children because they want a better life. I see men who have to sit alone in front of a computer because they don't have a wife at home. I see people raging to get their ideas noticed to feed their families. I also see women having to sell their bodies for sex, just to eat. If people would die to get into a nation that is driven by those who use time to progress their own agendas, then I wonder what the true purpose of life is. I look at my children with no father at home...I don't know who to blame. I often wonder about my family and their addictions...I don't know who to blame. Who do we blame? Should we blame ourselves? In my alone time, I cry because I really do feel that the weak have been led astray. I believe that we as a people don't know who to follow so we often turn to darkness because we're afraid of those in the light. This holiday season, I will be alone with my children and my diplomas and I honestly believe that fear of failure has turned me into a maniac. I honestly believe that those plotting on my meal have made me into an ambitious machine. I'm an animal, and my thirst for knowledge has lead me to see the truth in mankind. And when they too find the truth, they will have sympathy for those who don't know. In my closing statements, I want to end by saying that the truth is far greater than the lies that we've been led to believe. I wish you all the best on your journey to the tree of knowledge, and when you find the answers you will look back and see a field of bodies that have been led astray. May God bless you all."
In ahh of her speech, Professor Vick approaches the podium as the crowd of students and advisors absorbs her message.
"Well, thank you Ashley for that amazing testimony. Let us all give Ashley a warm hand for that enlightening speech of what we must do in our quest for knowledge. I hope you all noticed that we came into the building with no violence or metal detectors at the door. We trust one another. We are free and we now welcome Ashley into our family."
As everyone gathered around to welcome Ashley into the solidarity movement she noticed one of her old boyfriends entering from afar. Exiting the stage, her fear had again started to take ahold of her and her past enraged her thoughts as he began to shout.
"Ashley, I still love you. Ashley, I still love you."
Realizing that he was unworthy of her, at least at the moment, she entertained the crowd as security took him out.
This is what life is like for those who better themselves. This is what Ashley feared the most. Now that Ashley had become something profitable to the mass amounts of people that followed her, no matter what she did, a world of trouble still awaited her outside of the gates of knowledge...
"For she had been named after a tree in a garden with the tree of knowledge and now that she had become enlightened, there was no turning back, for she alone chose this path. For she alone chose to partake of the tree of knowledge."

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Keep going

What's the purpose of all this?
Today was an odd day, I learned that even if I lose fifteen dollars someone else gains fifteen more.
A team with no wins celebrates when they win one game.
Is that the championship?
Why is she upset with me, she owes me money. I gave it to her and she was happy, but when she had to pay it back she was upset.
I wonder what would've happened if I would've said no.
How do I know the sun is out if I'm asleep...well that's an interesting thought.
Two of my best friends turned out to be criminals, they're in jail now, I won't be seeing them anytime soon.
One friend shot a man and the other robbed a liquor store.
I spoke with a man who pastored a church for twenty years and he got caught cheating on his wife, he's still preaching and the members are still saying amen.
I went to visit the same church and my shoes were untied and they told me to tie them. Should I listen?
Two girls tried to influence me to vote but if there's only two people in my house, is it right that only one of us makes the laws?
What's the purpose of all this?
I figured I would try something odd today just to see if I get caught but nobody ever comes to visit me but the mailman. If he walks in and sees what I'm doing, I wonder if he will keep it to himself. Nah, he's going to go make fun of me with another carrier.
Once I learn one thing I find out that I don't know enough.
I played basketball and the ball just wouldn't go in the round hole, but I did make one layup.
For some reason they only cheered when the ball went in the hole. I guess I have to keep trying, I played good defense though.
The man has been divorced five times and he just got married again. She said she loves him at the alter because he never gives up, then he kissed his sixth wife. Good luck.
I slipped on the diving board. I'm so clumsy.
I wonder if the girl at the candy store likes me, because she sure is sweet.
I winked at her and she showed me her ring, more fish in the sea.
What's the purpose of all of this?
I wonder why my name is not in any holy books, if only I were the author.
One man learns then the dust fills his grave.
What was the point of him learning?
She goes to school but then drops out.
How will she pay the bill?
She wore white at her wedding because she was a virgin and then got a divorce.
This makes no sense.
They pay more to see the film when it comes out then it's worth a dollar ten years later.
I heard one girl say she would never date a military man because of how crazy the life is, but she has a baby by someone who left her. Would she have been better-off dating the military man?
I'm walking over bodies.
I'm dodging bullets.
He's a professional dancer that refuses to dance with he really a dancer?
I wonder why he won't dance with amateurs.
She spends her whole life talking about leaving the town she grew up in, then moves somewhere else and decides to come back home.
I woke up this morning in the psych ward.
I'm still on earth and someone just told me the world was about to end.
They lied to me.
I guess I have no choice but to keep going.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Levels of Joy

At this moment in time I thought by now that I would've found my marbles. I finally admit that it's impossible for me to achieve perfection because everyone sees things differently. There were days when I felt at the top of life and thought that I had been in control but the wheel hub fell off. I soon realized that I wasn't, why did the hub fall off? What did I do wrong? A friend called today. I don't know why. The principal of growing old is the only thing that is fair in life...I think that's right. It may just be my opinion...hum. That may be a fair statement, at least to me, I guess. I believe in something greater than this life, some people don't. That belief keeps me motivated to be a better person. An iron building sits high in the small city where I live. Each floor in the building has levels. The construction crew worked until each level was complete. I wonder if they got paid before or after the work was done. They left the comfort of their homes to build and some died in the process but the building process is seen, even from far away. I bet this is how joy works. You have to build levels of happiness in your life and keep building until the work is done. I figured it out. Wait...what about the sad days? Hum...I can see the building though, once it's done, in the day, people will look up and see the shining sun; in the night, people will look up and see the glowing moon. I wonder what the top level looks like. Can I prove the earth is round if I go to the top floor? Is it possible that my marbles are up there? I hope they let me in the building so I can check the top floor. If they don't let me in I'll keep trying until I reach the top level.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

The Talk Show

"Fred, I've been your producer for almost twelve years and I've never heard such filth," Greg said, making sure he got his point across.
"I want a show that's interesting. I want to talk about things that make people's minds tick," Fred replied.
Greg's face turned ugly.
"You asked a nun what her cup size used to be before she became a nun. You're fired Fred. Get the hell out of my studio."
Fred fixed his tie and began to mumble as he walked away.
"You're only saying that because you're Catholic."
Walking away Greg heard what he said and turned around.
"You know you need to watch what you say around me. I pay the bills around here. Everything you say affects me and my company's name. That has nothing to do with the question you asked that nun. Face it Fred your career in show biz is done."
As Greg began to walk away Fred hurried to catch him.
"I asked her that question because you need me Greg," Fred said with a straight face.
"What the hell are you talking about. You're out of your mind," Greg replied.
"You've been having an affair with the new camera girl. You've also been sleeping with the new host of you're new radio talk show. You want to fire me because I interviewed a nun who helped raise me and my brother. I did that for you Greg. If you review the footage you would listen to the question. I specifically asked her her cup size because most women have stopped breast feeding. It was a joke. If you want to expand the conversation after you fire me, then you better be ready for the hell you're about to face from the people in your faith. I may not be Catholic, Greg, but I know the rules. You've been enjoying your privileges of power while you're wife has been at home raising your kids," Fred explained, realizing that he had gotten Greg's full attention.
"Look Fred, you're right. They're going to crucify me. I'm a sinner and I hate my life. No body talks to me like they used to. You know when I got in this business it was fun. We all just talked about life and we were having fun. I know you remember those days. Now everything is so political. I'm tired Fred. Confessions won't even help me. I still love my wife but I need a fix. Sex has become my fix. It's either that or drugs. I just need someone to talk to. I need a friend," Greg explained with his back against the wall.
Fred fixed his tie again as he homed in on an opportunity.
"Well in this business, my friend, we talk. Now we just have to make it into a story. My advice to you would be to tell your wife what's been going on and see if she sticks around, then we can get the both of you on the air to discuss how America can fix this sad, sad problem of infidelity and fornication. I've been battling a porn problem myself. Do you drink Greg? Being a Baptist, I hear that you Catholics drink a lot of wine."
Fred and Greg began to slowly walk and talk down the hall.
"Well I don't drink, but talk to me about this porn problem you've been having."
Fred fixed his tie again.
"I will if you join my church and get baptized."
After a long conversation the two of them went home to their families and talked about it with their wives, then their wives began to talk about it. Then they began to talk about it on the air. Realizing the problem, everyone began to talk about it and the ones who listened began to talk about it and everything became all good. This pleased the Lord and everyone became all talk and the show went on. Fred and Greg lived happily ever after on the Morning Horizon.

Monday, November 14, 2016

The Brown Cheerleader

She was fat, ugly and brown to the popular, but to the poor, hungry and losers, she was beautiful in every way. When she tried out for the cheer-leading squad they told her everything that was wrong with her but they forgot to tell her everything that was right. "Misty Brown," was her name, and her drive is what made her amazing. Her ability to shine came from inside, and the average person would die for her. When she noticed that the football team had been win-less after eight games, she just had to break her bitter silence and attend a game. Arriving at the game, there was hardly a fan in sight; the cheerleaders were sitting on the bench with some of the players. The fighting spirit of the Fighting Bulldogs had disappeared. Misty dug deep into her playbook to find a solution. The Fighting Bulldogs were on her mind sundown to sunup. She had to find the heart of an underdog, she had to find a way to win one game. Misty had to create a new dog pound to replace the ones who left their seats so she hit the streets. It had gotten so bad that she saw one of the star player's jersey up for bid on an auction site. Misty's heart began to beat slow when she saw a picture of her great grandfather, who had the school's passing record, in a trashcan by the vending machine. Motivation filled her spirit as the blood of determination sped through her veins. In a shaking fit, she went under the bridge and gathered up all of the poor people that she could find, she then withdrew all of the money out of her school loans and paid so they could attend the rest of the games. Misty also conned the cheerleaders by putting bleach in the school detergent and when they turned them in after the game to be washed the uniforms came out rusty brown. Realizing they had no good uniforms, the regular cheerleaders were too snobby and didn't want to cheer in their street cloths. When the team took the field and saw all of their real fans cheering playing their school song, the fighting bulldog had been resurrected. The other team was so confident that they were going to win that none of the players took the time before the game to watch the scouting footage. In all of their confidence and athleticism they stormed onto the field, but the Fighting Bulldogs had nothing to lose and the fans had nothing to lose also. Cheering with every bit of gratefulness from all of the hospitality in the stands, the Raging Tide did not see a loss coming. When the Fighting Bulldogs hit the field with their small team, Misty grabbed her bullhorn and began cheering from the stands. In this new battle, it was not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog. In the first quarter, after kickoff, the Fighting Bulldogs hit the gas and didn't let up. Whenever the visiting team would get close to scoring a touchdown, Misty would put her hands up to rev-up the dog-pound. At the end of the game the visiting Raging Tide were so shocked and beat-up that they couldn't even walk to shake hands. Once the win hit the airwaves and the miracle was done, Misty slammed into the announcer's booth and took the microphone; in a protest, her emotions turned into words.
"I want everyone to remember this day. From day one I believed in this team. I believed in them so much that I gave up my job to cheer for them and I suffered for three weeks when I didn't make the team. I believe in this team so much that I went and got all of the people off of the streets who grew up watching them. They now can't even afford a damn ticket to cheer for the team that their kids are now watching. They have no money because they have no jobs; therefore, I sacrificed my whole college paycheck to get them here and we won." She took her finger and pointed at the losing team. "Do you see this. The energy from the hungry souls who used to slave the mills in this town has punished your opponents and put the fear of God in your next challenger. From this day on, I will be cheering for the rest of the season and these real fans will be here to not only cheer but to collect a paycheck because all of your other fans left. We are the Fighting Bulldogs of Youngsland County and your brown and sassy cheerleader declares that from this moment on, we show no mercy." The stadium exploded with cheer after Misty had spoken. The other team was so eager to get out of town that they didn't even shower after the game. Misty had put the fight back in the Fighting Bulldogs. When they finished the season on a seven game winning streak they were so filled with the football spirit that they changed their uniforms to brown to match all of the dirt that was left on the field from trying to win. Misty Brown may not have made the cheer-leading squad but she was now the new hope and also owner of the new team nickname, "The Browns."   

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Diamonds of Transition

There's one thing certain about life and that is that everyone who walks this earth will have to make a transition: Children have to make the transition to adults; the president, along with military men and women, have to make the transition back to civilians; the list goes on-and-on. Transitions teach us how to adapt; transitions also teach us how to prepare for the uncertain. This story is about a girl in the diamond fields who was rescued by the Red Cross. No one could've ever imagined how one life could get ordinary people in the mindset to save others who meant little to society.

"What's your name?" Martha kept repeating as she tried to bring a battered little girl back to reality.
Slowly reaching consciousness, the girl began to whisper her name.
"She said her name is 'Zikka.' Did you hear her?" Brandon said, trying to make sure Martha was paying attention. Martha picked the little girl up off of the ground. She was so excited that she was responding.
"Get her to the van... Now! We have to get her out of here before they come looking for her. Go now we don't have much time."
"What about the others," Brandon asked.
Martha gave him a very frightening look.
"Just go, I will see you when the sun comes up."
Brandon ran through the open diamond mine with Zikka in his arms and hid her in the van. He stood watch over her until the sun came up and Martha returned.
"Any luck?" Brandon asked, exhausted in the driver's seat.
"Nothing. Just a bunch of dead bodies. Not a survivor left," she replied.
They then sped off to get the girl and themselves to safety. One life was saved out of hundreds of slaves in the diamond fields, but the hard part had just begun. Martha and Brandon had to find out how to get one little girl to make the transition from a battered diamond field slave in a third world country, into a citizen, in a fast pace high class country. The only thing that was certain in this case was that this little girl would have a better life. Zikka had to learn how to communicate, she had to learn how to read, and she also had to learn how to feel normal human emotions. After failing at so many things in the midst of the transition, it was hard to coexist with others in her new life. She was so used to malnutrition and digging that even when someone made her bed she didn't know what to say. As people began to see her grow they too started to change. They started to change for the better. Sometimes it's good to have everything and live day-to-day with minimal worries, but, in Zikka's case, she taught people how to show compassion for those who couldn't. She taught them how to try harder and appreciate the little things that most people take for granted. Looking into her eyes, people saw the strength to make other people's lives better. As time stood still for one little girl, Brandon and Martha gave something that not to many people would give, they gave people the images and emotions of what was going on in the middle of nowhere to people who could help. When a man cries watching a total stranger grow up after being rescued from a place where few made it out, this proved that the transition was worth it. Although life is not fair and so many fail to care, those who do, always remind others that things can get better if we're willing to make the transition.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

The Heartless

On a cold November day as the snow fell from the sky and melted on the warm level ground, one man was eager for a change. Markus Rose, was his name, and he often watched this form of nature while working the steel mills every night to feed his family. In his free time he studied pimps. Listening to a sermon one Sunday morning, he watched as the reverend wowed the members with his words, he would soak in his every word and watch as they would pass the collection plate around the church. Markus Rose started to become obsessed with the ability of earning money. Living in the heart of capitalism, he determined that he could not have a soul to survive, so he started pimping his wife and daughter. He used all of the women in his network to rise to power in the streets. Markus even approached the pulpit of his church and became a reverend. No one could explain the mind of a man with no soul, the mind of a man who became obedient to the laws that governed ambition. Even in religion, it's hard to determine what's good and what's evil once someone trains their mind to believe that everything they do is right. The amazing part of this mindset is how it draws others into the circle.
"Feed off of the weak." This message was written in the mental makeup of Markus's brain. At any moment of feeling his heart showing any sign of sympathy he would intoxicate himself with the darkness of human emotion. He would feed his soul with the things that make a man heartless. In the depths of naked women and the evils of white dust, this is the life that gave him what he needed to crush his enemies. Feeding off of the evils of another man's mind. Studying the laws that governed the weak to maintain power and wealth. Knowledge of such self could only lead to the belief of no God. "There is no good on this planet." This is what he would tell his faithful servants; this is what he convinced himself to believe. The beauty of every woman revolved around him. The cunning gravity of those who craved his inner thoughts circulated and wanted to be like him. This desire took a firm hold of the innocent minds of good men and their daughters. Manipulating a woman to kill her first born was later followed by an army of children seeking his love.  Markus Rose, was his name, and only the red of a rose could show him why the beauty of such a flower had to be protected by thorns. Inside of this man was something driven by rage. Found in the pit of his own madness he was snorting and sniffing with another man's wife. In the end, the rose in the cement would be stepped on by another man seeking justice. After shooting Markus square in the head and also his wife, a heartfelt man, would spend the rest of his life in jail not knowing that he was a savior of the weak and the new ruler of those trying to heal the hearts of the heartless.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Show Mercy

The man who is hungry is in search for food.
The man who is eating forgets what it feels like to be hungry.
For a man to understand what it feels like to be hungry he must stop eating.
Only then can he show mercy to the man that is hungry.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Rocco's Temper

It was a hot day in the small town of Maple Hills so that meant work for all of the town's people. Everyone was happily working until the boss told them that they were not getting paid. Out of all of the workers, Rocco, had the worst temper.
"What you mean? 'We ain't getting paid,'" Rocco said as he proceeded to take his hammer and destroy everything he had built.
After he started a huge riot and beat the boss to a bloody pulp, the boss then pulled out all of their checks.
"I was only joking," he said, laying on the ground in pain.
 Rocco had never been so embarrassed in his life. Realizing it was April Fools' Day he attempted to apologize, but it was too late, the first aid workers had already carried the boss off of the work room floor. Rocco's temper turned a good joke into a nightmare.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


"Hey, get me another drink," Tim said sluggishly to the bartender.
After his demand, the bartender gave Tim's friend Victor a look that only a man with doubt in his eyes would give.
"Um. Tim. Maybe we should go," Victor said.
Tim brushed him off and took another shot.
"I will go after I get what I came here for." 
Victor looked around at all of the women in the bar. He then understood what Tim was referring to. Feeling his heart weighing heavy, Victor grabbed his gun out of his holster and shot it in the air. Everybody hit the floor and Tim spilled his drink.
The bartender peeked over the bar with debris falling from the ceiling. 
"Dude what the hell are you doing? Have you lost it?" He shouted. 
Standing in the middle of the chaos, Victor pointed his gun at the bartender.
"I want you to take that lighter and set this place on fire," Victor said with no doubt in his demeanor.
The bartender couldn't help but submit to his demands. At this point the place was empty and everyone in the bar had fled to safety. Walking with Tim on his shoulder to the car and the building behind him ablaze, they screeched out of the parking lot before the cops arrived.
"Ah...whyyy...daaah you dooo that? She was about to come see me." Tim said with a slur in his voice.
"You need to get it together. What I just did will lead to something better, wait and see." Victor replied in a calm rational tone.
Somehow Victor started a ripple effect with his hostile act. Sitting in the courtroom on assault charges and a possible jail sentence the story had caught the attention of the people in the small town. Standing before the judge, he pleaded his case.
"I know you all think what I did was crazy, but before you lock me up, I want you to ask yourselves: What would you do for a friend? What would you do for someone running in circles? Every night I sat and watched as the people in this great town smoked and drank themselves to death. Now they see the righteous end of the battle. Now they get the point. I had to go to the extreme to get you people to understand what is really at stake in this town. Because of what I've done, you all will start to see the light," Victor explained to the people in the courtroom.
After listening to his closing remarks the owner of the bar had requested that the judge drop all charges against Victor. He too had caught on to Victor's motives. After that day, Tim had vowed to never pick up another drink again. Once the trial was over and the people got the message, they got together and built a community center on the land where the bar once stood. Victory helped lay the pipes as his sentence for having the place burnt down.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Supreme Love

The shade of red on her work vest seemed different every time he saw her. The woman worked and even cooked for herself; this was enough to get any man's attention. There was something about a woman raking leaves in October that made a man want to watch from the window. Curtis Russell was his name and Trina Mayfield was hers. Slowly moving the curtain to block his peeking eyes, he could not help but to get aroused. This type of watching was becoming a daily habit for Curtis. A single man with so much time on his hands was a threat to another man's obsessions. This was supreme obsession, Curtis had to have this woman and at any moment he would make his move. Wasting no time he grabbed his jacket. Watching her from the window, bagging her leaves, he walked his trash to the curb as though this was a normal occasion.
"Excuse me, in all of your divine beauty, I could not help but to notice your labor. May I so kindly interject on your land. It is my obligation to take over your daily duties to prove that I am worthy of your love," Curtis said, taking the trash bags off of the ground to bag the leaves.
"Dear sir, I do not want to refuse your kind gestures but you must understand that I maintain independence as a lady for an omnipotent reason..."
Looking deeply into her eyes, he could not help but to interject.
"My dear obsession with your eyes, and the way you display your unique curves would make me die just to hear your voice every morning. Please, my lady, do not deny me the joy of such companionship. My desire is to take you to the supreme levels of love and affection. It is my duty. I desire to please you."
Trina soaks in his submissions.
"I understand your obsession but my heart has been broken. I request nothing of you at this moment. You must give me time to heal."
Curtis takes her by the hand.
"I cannot go a day without watching you from the window. My dear, that is my confession. Do you not see that I have sacrificed my daily routine to come and be in your presence. Just the sound of your voice on this cold October day has made me even more drawn into your midst. The finesse of your motions has given me hope in the realms of supreme love. I am attracted to you in the most deepest passions of love. The obstacle that you've put forth for me is worthy for me to prove that I can heal your broken heart. I will take one knee on this day as I submit to serve you. Please do not refuse my offer."
Accepting his flirtatious confession, Trina then tiptoes into his arms, and on a cool October day the supreme laws of love overruled the laws of nature. The two beings, one being man and one being woman, became one under the divine laws of supreme love. As the two of them finished the yard, the scent of autumn love picks up every leaf off of the ground. A divine kiss, seals the deal that true love is still alive. A passionate hug, seals that deal that supreme love has overpowered the laws of repulsion. Attraction has now created a new life of submission to a greater power.   

Friday, October 21, 2016

Three sides of the American Coin

I'm in a tight spot and I've just done something I had no business doing. I failed at trying to be perfect again. I once read a book about law and how if someone drops something on the ground it's wise to leave it there because they may come looking for it. In my deep thoughts I know what I just did was wrong so I sit on the curb and wait for my ride. When I look down, I see a coin. It's a shiny copper penny. The words "In God We Trust" stand out on the penny. Ironically, I would notice those words after I've just done something wrong. I ponder on this thought. I think about the human conscience and how we live as creatures. I wonder about purpose. Sitting here, I can either pick this penny up and be worth an extra cent, or I can leave it, because it doesn't belong to me. Before I read the words on this penny, I felt helpless, but for some reason this penny was dropped in the right place at the right time. I have no money in my pocket, but the words on this shiny copper penny have just saved my life. The words on this penny make it worth more than one cent. I put the penny back on the ground where I found it. The message is priceless and the words may give the owner hope, if they come looking for it. I leave what I've done wrong in my past and I move one step closer to trusting in something worth much more. The water in the wishing well quenched my thirst but the penny belongs to someone else. All is forgiven and I have hope in a better tomorrow.  I will leave this American coin on the ground in hopes that the owner will come back looking for it and won't forget the important message that was put on it. 

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Black Combat and the Voice of Life (Written to Inspire)

My name is Bryan McKinney, I'm writing you, to tell you about the things in life that you don't see. In this story, the most amazing thing to remember, is how some people never get dealt a good hand, but they keep getting up.
It was twelve o'clock in the morning and the day of my graduation from high school was over. I was unsure what I wanted to do with my life so I went around asking questions and found myself in an awkward place. I was over my girlfriend's house when a premonition crept in that something was about to happen. After the feeling, my girlfriend's father ended up throwing her mother down the stairs because she wouldn't listen to him. My girlfriend would not stop crying in my arms at the time and I didn't know what to do. I left her with the promise that I would not leave her side, but I soon broke that promise. We lost touch after she slept with another guy so I never spoke to her again. My major problems began at the kitchen table when a huge debate between my mom and dad broke out. He told her that I needed to get out of his house and she told him not to talk about her son that way. The next morning I found myself on the phone trying to convince my uncle to let me move in with him. It was clear that he didn't want me around him or his family. In all of the madness, I decided to join the military. I had to come to grips with reality that it was either stay at home and commit suicide or die for the country. I was not very smart so I ended up with a terrible job when I joined. I had to work the front lines of every major combat role. I came up with a term for the feeling I would feel every time I knew something was going to go wrong. I called the feeling: "black combat." Even though I was not highly educated, I still had common sense, or street smarts, as some would call it. There was something about combat that was different though. It was like a force that could only be explained by those in the middle. No mercy, is the best way to put it. One night in the middle of an explosion, I got word that three soldiers decided to kill themselves. It turns out that one of the soldiers had marriage problems and he really couldn't handle the madness. I don't want to depress you so I'm going to get to the point. In black combat, you get hit with an unusual form of punishment, with a high probability of not making it out alive. Even if you do make it out, the pain is still there. You will often see people living normal lives and you have to except the fact that you're scarred for life. The feeling of being alone is often felt and you often lose people that you need the most. In the middle of the night you may even get strangled and live to tell about it. You may even find yourself in a prison cell, with a voice that comes from somewhere, the voice may give you the feeling of justice. Your cry for mercy may never be heard in the real world, but there is something supernatural in the midst of the madness.
I'm now seventy-five years old and I still consider myself to not be very smart, but what I did to make it to seventy-five, is simple, I listened to the voice. My story may not be filled with glitter and sunshine, but I can tell when some people would stop listening to the voice. They would either die or give-in, losing out, on the real inspiration of what life is really about. I may not know what's in store for tomorrow and I may consider myself lucky for living a long life, but something guides people in this life. It's a voice and a feeling of certainty from somewhere in the universe.
This message is for those who are going through "black combat" and are left in the shadows. Listen to the voice that's leading you into the light. Good luck, and I hope you make it through when it hits. The inspiration of telling your story in the end will help you live a full and fulfilling life.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The Gold Diggers and the Government

"My lord Jim, that looks like gold," Jeffery mumbled as he and his best buddy Jim were digging a pipeline under the moonlight and a small set of lights. Jim put his shovel to the side and pulled out his flashlight and started brushing off the dirt with his gloves to get a better look.
"Jeffery, go get the truck... Move it! We got to get what's ours before this gets out," Jim said, scraping to collect the small pieces of gold emerging from the dirt.
"But Jim, this here land belongs to the government..."
"Jeffery, if you don't go get that damn truck I'm 'gon bury you in this here dirt. Now go!"
Not too long after the threat, Jeffery quickly pulled up to the large hole in the ground as Jim tried to catch his breath. It was evident that his discovery could not go unnoticed for too long.
Jeffery hopped out of the truck.
"So how much you get?"
"Not enough. 'Come-on down here and help me. We got to get as much as we can and get to Canada," Jim said, dripping in sweat.
Filling the truck up with dirt, the two of them managed to get about eighty-three pounds of gold loaded before sunrise. They then set-out on a speed trail to Canada.
"You see, if Americans were smart, they would've owned that there land and been able to make a profit. We would still be there digging and would have been able to make more off of what we found. In court we would have been able to split it with the owners, under civil laws. But since that there property belongs to the government, we got to flee," Jim explained, while trying to maintain the speed limit.
"So what's the plan? What if we don't make it?" Jeffery asked.
"What do you mean, 'If we don't make it?' We ain't got no choice," Jim replied.
They had only fifty miles left before they reached the Canadian border but they were almost out of gas. Jeffery turned on the radio while Jim went inside the gas station to pay for gas. On almost every station the reporters were reporting on all of the people shot while trying to escape with gold that had been found on the government property where Jeffery and Jim were digging. Jeffery trembled in fear as he overheard the reward for two government contractors on the run with government property. Jeffery then rushed to tell Jim, but it was too late, their rush of excitement ended at the gas station with two officers noticing who they were.
Being handcuffed and stuffed into the back of a police car, Jim was speechless.
"If only the citizens of this country had the same mindset as you Jim, we would be rich. Too bad the Government now owns everything," Jeffery said, as he tried to get comfortable in his cuffs.
Riding away in the back of the police car, the two of them looked back as government agents confiscated the gold that they had found on the government's property.  

Friday, October 14, 2016

The Interception of the Atomic Bomb

It was another day in paradise and two of the worlds most famous scientist found themselves solving all of the world's problems again, but no amount of intelligence could stop what was about to happen.
"Grant, would you rather be dumb or smart?" Armon asked, examining a graphite specimen.
Grant stopped in the middle of his work.
"Well if you examine the two, one would know that each of the two are the same, because no one being can know everything. I would rather know nothing and be safe than know everything and be in danger."
Armon slowly removed his glasses.
"You may want to look at this."
Grant slowly walked over to the table as he noticed the graphite interacting with the sodium.
"How is it doing that without liquid? There's no heat. Why are they merging?"
Armon pointed to the mercury in his thermometer.
"All of these particles are somehow getting smarter," Armon said, wiping the sweat off of his head.
"What do you mean getting smarter? They're not alive."
Armon rushed to see what was in the paper on the far end counter of the lab to see if some major event had occurred but saw nothing.
"All this time we thought we were controlling them but they've been controlling us."
Grant could not comprehend.
"Armon, what are you talking about?"
Armon rushed to grab his encyclopedia off the shelf. The solids and liquids have been experimenting on us. All this time we've been thinking we were doing this. We're a part of them."
Grant started to comprehend.
"Oh God, that explains everything."
Armon pointed to an image of the atomic bomb falling on Japan.
"We need to find something pure to stop what's about to happen."
Confusion filled Grant's mind.
"What you're saying makes no sense," Grant replied in frustration as he observed the facts.
Armon flipped to a picture of Tesla, "This man right here, along with the Egyptians and whoever was on this earth before us had to be receiving information from somewhere."
In deep thought the graphite and sodium began to eat away at Armon's skin.
Grant grabbed the fire extinguisher.
"No, don't save needs me. Find something pure."
 As the particles ate away at Armon, Grant had no idea what was going on.
Alone in the room, the other outside scientist locked him in. Grant screamed and punched the windows, while they sat around and watched. It was obvious that no one at the plant knew what was going on and because of Armon's discovery they had been quarantined. Images started to flash through Grant's mind. It was clear that something was communicating with him. In a locked laboratory all he could think about was what Armon had asked him. The image of electricity then filled his thoughts. Grant then took a cable to electrocute himself. As he began to do it, he realized what Armon was trying to explain. All this time mankind kept reaching further and further into the knowledge of the unknown and the things that keep things in motion were trying to communicate. When this happened in real time there was an explosion of matter and cosmic energy. The atomic bomb was never felt by the dead, only by the living. Grant then took off his badge and stripped off his clothes.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" He screamed.
Something from the God particles exploded and filled the room as deep as the darkness of space.
Once the explosion was done the earth was silent and the heavens were opened. Armon and Grant had reached into the realms of eternity with one message to send back to earth.
At that moment, all of the subatomic particles subsided and all that was left on earth was positive energy. Everything began to fly.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The other side of Dr. Kalapos's Laboratory

"If you don't stop the madness, they will take you down! John, they will take everything you worked for," Dr. John Kalapos's wife tried to explain to him. Flipping through the pages of his magazine, he said nothing. He just stared at the pictures of all of the dead bodies on the page of an article about Ebola. After his wife left, he wrote her another suicide note as he often did to get her attention: "DEAR VIKKIE, STOP WORRYING ABOUT MY PATIENTS. THE NEXT TIME YOU ARGUE WITH ME, I'M GOING TO JUMP." It was clear that John needed a vacation, but debt and stress would cause anyone to go to the extreme. John loved people and he loved his patients. They would talk to him about their problems, and like few people, John would listen. His patients were a lot like him, they had little money and lots of problems. They even had health problems and couldn't afford to live. Submitting to their woes,  Dr. Kalapos would welcome his patients into his personal laboratory, and at their request, he would have them sign a paper giving him permission to kill them. Once they signed, he would inject them with high doses of oxycodone. After several years of this operation, families started catching on. It's funny because these families who acted like they cared, were never around when these people were suffering.
On his day in court, just like he would often do with his wife, Dr. Kalapos sat there in silence. He watched as people testified and even spoke about how they loved and believed in God. They told him how evil he was. Some even threatened to burn down his laboratory. Coming to reality that her husband was going to be facing life in prison, his wife filed for a divorce. Like his patients, Dr. Kalapos was alone. Sitting in his jail cell, he would often reflect on his whole life. He remembered all of the children who would come to his doctor's office and how they would grow up and remember him. He thought about all of the lives that he had saved. Through all of the madness, John kept his mouth shut, and said nothing. On his last day in court, he was sentenced to be put to death. Dr. Kalapos, as usual, said nothing. With protestors outside of the house, his wife found the last suicide note that he wrote her and began to cry as a ball of fire came crashing through the window. The house, along with her husband's laboratory, burned to the ground. On the day of his execution, Dr. John Kalapos, like his patients, was put to death. When he reached the other side, all of his patients were there waiting for him and they welcomed him. Spending the majority of his life as a practicing doctor, John figured out the answers to life at an early age. John believed that there was a better life on the other side. A life that some people were afraid to face. Now at peace, John's feelings were felt in an eternal way. He did not have to speak, it was all feeling and peace. Through all of the madness on earth, John never feared the enemy that everyone has to face. Ironically, John lived after death and even though it seemed wrong to meet his patients' request, the answers to real living were always in John's heart. John's heart stayed with the people who came to him. For some reason those people stayed on his mind and welcomed him to the other side of his laboratory.    

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Corrupt and Conquer

Madam Swinton was her name, she was on her way to the highest office within the Upton States. The states had been drawn into complete chaos before her rise to the thrown and only one man stood in her way. All of her critics had known nothing divine about the woman. She was known as a liar and a corrupted soul who would do anything for power. In her last speech before being elected in, she had her running mate killed. After such a hostile act, she then made treaties with all of the enemy nations. She burned all of the books and set a curriculum in place that would only allow her people to advance.
"I want you all to address me as Madam Swinton. It is my duty to rule this planet. I was destined to rule. In me you will find nothing but royal blood from the sacred tribe of Canon," Madam Swinton stated in her address to the Congress.
There was only one hope for the people, and his name was Dash. He was raised by the indigenous people of the Upton States and his tribe was executed in fear that his family would rise to power. Dash escaped and was taken in by the Shaba tribe. He witnessed things that no man with a stable mind should witness, but Dash stayed true and was a solid man. He was not easily persuaded and resisted all temptation from the Jezebel tribe, because of this, his life was always in danger. The Jezebel tribe was very powerful and had gained access to the Tech tribe, who gave them access to every channel within the Upton States to spread their corrupt ways. Madam Swinton had also used the Jezebel tribe to imprison the minds of stable men and keep them weak. This was her plan. She felt that the world needed her and that she was the pathway to utopia. The good people of Upton were suffering from the laws that had kept them in bondage. They had watched as evil minded people advanced while they suffered. Babies were killed at the hands of the Jezebel tribes and good men, who once were mighty carpenters, were turned into sex slaves.
"My people of Upton, we must breed the powerful males to never think for themselves again. We must understand that knowledge against anyone who opposes my law is a sin to the Gods in the heavens. I am, that I am," Madam Swinton proclaimed in her quest to eliminate the Alpha tribes. Her rule turned woman against woman and male against male. The citizens of Upton became envious of one another and soon started robbing and stealing as Madam Swinton's laws made it hard for them to access money. While she marveled in the riches of the world, the people suffered. She eliminated all religious law and convinced the Meek tribes that she was God. The Meek tribes were the majority of Upton States. She then had her husband executed for mingling with the Jezebel tribe and made him a global statement to the Alpha tribe, whom all had been watching and suffering under her rule. There was no safety on earth from her tyranny. Madam Swinton had been empowered by forces of another world. She took all of the guns away from the citizens of Upton. She imprisoned the majority of the males from the Alpha tribe. It almost seemed like the end of the Upton States, until a man named Dash gained access to a book that was given to him by the Divine tribe. Theta, the ruler of the Divine tribe gave it to him, the book was hidden when Madam Swinton ordered that all books be burned. Dash soon became enlightened by the Divine tribe.
"You must use the knowledge in this book to bring justice and divinity back to the citizens of Upton. Use this book to overtake Madam Swinton," Theta said, knowing that her words would put her family and tribe in danger. In this, the people began to favor Dash and this caught the attention of Madam Swinton. As she sat in the Circle Office, she questioned the Congress,
"I hear of a man, whom the people favor. Find out who he is and where he comes from."
When her officials heard this, they sensed fear in her voice. This made them curious so they put her to the test and summoned Dash. Filled with knowledge and wisdom he walked the carpets of the golden capital to meet her. When the people heard him speak it caused them to become enlightened. Madam Swinton's reign as leader had never been challenged until this day. In all of the uproar and shifting of forces she challenged Dash to a debate. In her cleverness, she assumed that she could steal his shine. She made every attempt to belittle him so she sent the Jezebel tribe to entice him and get information about who he was. Dash, being enlightened by the book given to him by the Divine tribe, did not fall for her tricks and destroyed Madam Swinton in the debate with a divine plan for the citizens of Upton. Dash had a new and better vision.
"I want him dead, sacrifice him to the Gods. No heathen will ever embarrass me in front of the people," ordered Madam Swinton to the Supreme Congress.
On their quest to have Dash killed the citizens protected him and a new war emerged. The citizens found a new hope and something to fight for, with Dash leading the way.
"On this day we will put an end to the corruption of our nation and we will overtake the Golden Capital and feed Madam Swinton to the wolves," shouted Dash to the people. The people cheered as they found a new hope. They soon moved swiftly to overthrow the capital but the Congress would not go down without a fight. Outnumbering the Congress, ninety-nine percent to one percent, the citizens of Upton used their numbers to overthrow the Congress. At the end of the fight, Dash restored faith back into the citizens of Upton States with a victory and eliminated the highest office in the world. In the end, Upton States was ruled by the people. The people governed themselves from the divine book hidden and passed down by the Divine tribe. This was a new beginning for the Upton States and became the end of Madam Swinton's reign. The corrupt rule of Madam Swinton had been conquered by a nation in search of a better system. All it took was one divine book, and one man to read it.    

Thursday, October 6, 2016

The young tale of Captain Jenkins and the raging Hurricanes

Once upon a time on a far away island, there was an imaginary super captain with an imaginary fleet. Everything he did came from the imagination. They called him Captain Jenkins, the superhero of the ocean. While all of the other captains and pirates were out searching for treasure, Captain Jenkins was out saving people from hurricanes and sea monsters. All it took was one tragic ocean event and one thought of a hero and there he was sailing the open seas. His fleet expanded all the way across the globe, docking on an imaginary island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.
"I'll save anybody, I'll save a cat, I'll save a whale, I'll save a mouse with no tail," Captain Jenkins said dangling his binoculars, sitting starboard side of his ship, searching for some action.
"We got four hurricanes headed straight up to the shores of the U.S. What do we do Captain?" one of the sailors shouted from the flight deck.
"What do you mean, what do we do? We go save some lives,"
Captain Jenkins said, as he then shouted to the signalman to put up his battle flag.
"Full speed ahead," he yelled, rushing to steer the ship.
Hitting the rough seas with his crew, the immortal fleet zoomed in with aid and shelter.
"Grab the babies before they drown, smack the faces of evil clowns. It looks like we're up against four category fives. We may need more ships. These hurricanes don't look to be letting up no time soon," Captain Jenkins ordered as the ships were sailing through the heavy water and winds.
Rain and ocean water poured in from all sides. It almost seemed like mission impossible.
Jake Walls, one of Captain Jenkins best sailors seemed to be coming to grips with reality,
"What do we do Captain? We won't be able to save everyone. We're taking on too much water."
"Don't say such a thing shipmate, call in the Angel Fleet. These wicked hurricanes are evil and we must destroy them all, to save the mortals."
As the Angel Fleet came rushing in, Captain Jenkins and his crew witnessed the impossible. Ships sailing the clouds, lacing the sky with navy blue and gold glitter, took all of the people and put them above the storms. A trumpet blew as the Angel Fleet dropped anchors in the eye of each storm.
"This is it shipmates, this is when the miracles happen!" Captain Jenkins yelled to his crew.
As the anchors dropped from the sky, right in the eyes of the hurricanes, the winds soon settled and the storms died down. Cheers filled the Atlantic. Captain Jenkins and his Angel Fleet had saved the day.
After the storms, Captain Jenkins commissioned ship "Zero" to represent the zero deaths in the hard fought battle against mother nature. He then took his fleet on a six month deployment to patrol the globe for more action.
"Hooyah! What a fight. I will get home just in time to kiss the kids good night."
The End.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

The Director

"Cut! Cut! What is this? Is this acting? When I say smack him, I want you to knock the hell out of him. Do you hear me? Knock the hell out of him. Good lord, show me some excitement, make it believable," Greg says, throwing his script to the ground.
Nervously rubbing his head, he could not help the habit of checking his watch.
"We only have a week before show time and we're still looking like zombies on stage. I need to see more movement. More action, damn it! 'I can't go on with this, I'm in love with Jim!' Then you smack the hell out of him," Greg explained to Gina and Mark.
"I just don't want to hurt him," Gina replied.
"What do you mean hurt him? Listen, everyone gather around. It has to be believable. It has to have feeling. Don't give me this bull' about hurt. I need to feel the action on stage. I need you to project what the characters on stage are going through. You have to take everything you have, all of your emotions and let it out. The audience needs to feel your pain. None of this crap about what you really feel. Smack the hell out of him! Do you hear me? Now lets get to places...ACTION!"
Gina stood up straight and in the heat of the action she smacks Mark until the print shows on his face.
Greg jumps to his feet,
"Yes! Yes, that's what I need! Now Mark, I want you to grab her and try to kiss her. Then I want you to rip her shirt off and Gina I want you to resist him. Then Jim I want you to come in with the gun and shoot at her but Mark you take the bullet. Okay, places, places... ACTION!"
Feeling the smack to his face, Mark grabs Gina and rips off her shirt.
"You scandalous ...!"
Jim pulls out the gun assuming she is cheating on him, he fires and Mark jumps in front of the bullet and falls to the floor. Gina tries to aid him.
"Jim, what have you done?"
"Mark! Mark get up," Gina screams in the heat of the action.
"What the hell is going on and why are you in your bra?" Jim asked, while reloading.
"It's not what you think...He wanted to be with me, but I chose you Jim; I chose you."
Jim drops his gun and rushes over to kiss Gina.
"We have to run Jim."
"We have to get out of here and make this look like a suicide," Gina says as the sound of sirens fill the auditorium.
Greg jumps to his feet, "Cut! Cut! Wonderful, that's just what I need to see. Now do you feel how live the action is? Do you see the difference and how much you can feel what's happening. Okay that's a wrap for today,  I will see you all tomorrow at seven. We will be going over the next act. I want to warn you, if you're late, I'm docking your pay."

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Human Behavior

Daniel was a good man, but he could never figure out why when one person took one step, another would take two steps. Daniel decided to study human behavior as a profession. He soon noticed patterns within the way people interacted with each other. When people would kill, soon after, others started killing; when people would fight, soon after, others would fight. His studies became interesting, so interesting that Daniel started to believe that he was not human anymore, so he didn't bother anyone because no one would listen to him. He told his wife to save money, but she would never listen. Daniel also tried to give his mother financial advice but she just kept-on spending. He even thought about running for president, but gave up because he came up with the conclusion that people were just going to do what they wanted to do. After several years of complete solitude and a brutal divorce, Daniel decided to come out of his log cabin. When he came out he noticed that most of the cabins had been leased out and it was now a neighborhood.
"I guess these are my people," Daniel said to himself as he drove to the bank noticing a bunch of lonely men doing the same thing that he had been doing.
It turns out that Daniel's practice didn't take long to attract a crowd. Others had been watching and listening all along. As Daniel got older, he just let it go and came to the conclusion that the world only moves when something works. If a singer sings well and wears red, chances are, the people will wear red. If someone blows up a building, chances are, someone else will try to blow-up a building. Daniel gave up on his dream of controlling the masses. He just came up with the conclusion that he would sit in his log cabin and would do what he liked to do. He soon stopped worrying about everyone else. Daniel also realized that the word "no" creates a lot of enemies and "yes" creates a lot of friends. His chapter on studying human behavior closed on the day he gave his final lecture and refused to answer any questions. Daniel did it his way and at the end of refusing questions, he wished everyone good luck.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

A short tale of Lies and Truth

Centuries before the dark ages there were two beings on earth. One of the beings created things in truth and the other created things in lies. They were not Gods, yet they were basic instinctive beings of nature, no different from negative and positive energy. One day they faced off in a garden.
"I will make a deal with you Truth, if you can convince man to listen to you, then I will fade away and give you dominion over this planet. If man fails to listen to you and follows me, then you must never again try to convince them of the truth," Lies said as truth refused to shake his hand.
"I do not trust you. You haven't achieved anything on this planet that has not resulted in destruction and you have taken everything on the planet and twisted it for your own good. You're selfish and only say things that will benefit you," truth replied.
Lies pointed to his creations, "What have I done to con anyone. Everything I have created comes from you."
Truth began to get upset, "You're a con-artist, I create good fruit you create fruit that kills. I create love then you create hate. We're completely opposite."
Lies sees that he is getting under Truth's skin, "Well, if I'm so bad, then why is everyone afraid of you? Look at the majority of your truth tellers, they're single and most of them are alone. Would one rather get off believing in me or would one rather suffer believing in you?"
Truth stands up straight to plead his case, "There's nothing but good in me and in the end you will see that everything I say cannot be undone, because everything I say is true. If I'm so bad, then why do my people still stand and why are your people so weak and naive? Look at your people, they're strong in the beginning and weak in the end."
Lies began to get angry and walked out of the garden.
"I will never tell the truth, even if it's the death of me!"
After making this statement, disease and death followed lies everywhere he went, while, honor and strength followed truth everywhere he went.  

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Melvin the Generator

Melvin Garret graduated at the top of his class in college. He had so much going for him that he almost seemed untouchable. Shorty after a huge dissertation on electricity and how it's generated, his addiction to achieve took ahold of him. Melvin was challenged by an underground group of graduates to create a machine that could make people invisible. When Melvin got the challenge he gave up his whole life, everything he had was no more. Day and night he stayed and slept in the basement of his new lab trying to defy the laws of physics. After Father's Day, on a sunny summer day underneath the ground, it happened. He took two lab rats and sent almost twenty-five thousand volts through them both. In real time it seemed as though their flesh was burned, but Melvin noticed something strange when they were being fried. He noticed different colors of electricity.
"I need to know what those colors are. I need to trap them," he explained to his colleagues.
One of his top engineers began to scratch his head, "And how do you plan on doing that?"
Melvin took a dry-board marker and started writing on the board, "In the midst of the electric shock, we need to freeze the test subjects and capture pictures of the electricity. If my hypothesis is correct, we should see their spirits merge with the electricity. I need to see the colors."
Fixing his shirt collar, Emmanuel, who was the head of the engineering department began to have some doubts, "But sir, you've already broken every law in the book already. What do you want out of this?"
Melvin slowly put down his marker, "If we can figure out what color the spirit is, then we have found the invisible man. Once we know where that energy comes and goes, only then my friends, will we get to the bottom of this."
Winston, who couldn't help but home-in on the conversation, began to give his input, "Well Einstein, you're missing some vital pieces to the puzzle. How can one comprehend reality, without the tools that offer what reality is?"
"What is reality? How do we know that what is real, isn't  real?" Melvin begins to pinch his skin, "How do we know that this is real?"
In his statements, Emmanuel began to rub the cross around his neck. After months of the laboratory losing power and hundreds of lab rats being ordered, Melvin had finally put all of the pieces in place to face up to the challenge. With the help of seven engineers and three physicist, Melvin stood in the middle of two beams of light that would turn him invisible.
"You would think he would have saved money just creating a vibrating suit," one of the engineers assigned to the project, said with a smirk on his face as all of the spectators sat around to watch the unthinkable.
Sitting center stage, everyone in the room watched a man pump almost twenty thousand volts of what he called "static energy" into his brain. Disappearing in thin air they all felt the static electricity touching them. Melvin had tricked them. The center piece was to protect him and steal all of their energy and inject it into him. He had found a way to take the colored specimen of electricity and inject it into another species, while being able to convert their energy into one species, which was him. Feeling every vibration of nature he sizzled through the door, while the smell of burned flesh filled the air. He felt as though he were hearing voices. Everything that he touched disappeared including the floor as the core of the earth sucked him straight through the ground. Melvin's experiment had not only worked but it elevated him to become non-existent. Melvin had become nothing but static electricity flowing through the thoughts of everything he touched, never to be seen again with the necked eye. If you ever get shocked and feel a tiny bit of intellect in your thoughts, the rumor is that Melvin is in your brain.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

The givers of Baptist Creek

Baptist Creek was a small town but the people there were all very cheerful and known for giving things away. The amazing thing about Baptist Creek is that the people didn't have much but they kept on giving. Everything they worked for they gave away. No one could understand why they kept giving but it was starting to become a national problem because people kept taking. Even the people who didn't need anything just kept taking and taking. Through it all, the people of Baptist Creek kept on giving. On a late September afternoon the small town next door was attacked by invaders. The invaders came in and grabbed as much loot and hostages as they could for ransom money. It turns out that eight little girls from Baptist Creek were in the mix of the chaos.
"Annie May, step forward," one of the invaders said amongst the nine children. When this happened all of the little girls from Baptist Creek stepped forward.
At this moment in time on any other ordinary day, people would not have given their life to save anyone. How valuable was Annie May's life. Once the invaders took everything they needed and even all of the precious little girls, the town's people were in sorrow. In disbelief and uncertainty about the loss, the people kept giving. When a famine hit the land, Baptist Creek's wells somehow were filled with water; when life was lost, Baptist Creek's wives somehow gave birth to more life and when things seemed impossible, Baptist Creek somehow made it possible. To this day no one still has a clue on how this small town was able to do so much with so little until eight little stars emerged from the sky after the only sun that the earth had, had burned out. Once the eight little stars emerged to give the earth more life along with heat, the gates of Baptist Creek closed. Eight little lilies grew at the gates of Baptist Creek and the eight little girls that sacrificed their lives for Annie May returned home with Annie May. It turns out that the invaders fell off the edge of the earth and died with the dying sun and once the eight little girls returned to Baptist Creek, the people of Baptist Creek got in their spaceship and flew away and their was no one left to give. Once the people of Baptist Creek went away everyone on earth started to suffer because no one would give.
"What is going on, our sun has been replaced with eight stars but we have nothing left. Baptist Creek comeback please we need you!" Shouted the people of earth. After their spaceship vacation the people from Baptist Creek returned and started giving again, but this time the surrounding people said, "Thank You." For the people of earth now knew what the world would be like without the great givers of Baptist Creek.
The End.

Friday, September 23, 2016

The Zombie Apocalypse and the Story Teller

"It's my obligation to tell you what I know to be true and if it's not true, then I refuse to write about it," Sir Angelo explained to his comrades and readers, seeking their advice and help.
Judge Peters slowly stepped into the room.
"Please Sir, explain your story," one of the readers asked.
"I was in deep thought last night and I swear something was in the room while I was writing down what I was thinking," Sir Angelo replied as he took a seat.
Judge Peters then walked over and took Sir Angelo's jacket, "Get comfortable, if you're going to share a story with us at least get comfortable."
 Mr. Jackson emerged from his typewriter in the far back corner of the room to listen.
Sir Angelo continued, "Something was in the room and it began to speak to me."
"Could you see it?" Mr. Jackson asked, easing into the conversation.
"Listen, we're all different races and I come from England but whatever it was it was invisible. It was in my thoughts and had no form or color like us," Sir Angelo said taking a sip of water that Judge Peters had poured for him.
"So you're saying that something was in the room with you?" Mr. Jackson asked grabbing his pen and pad to write down the explanation.
"Were you afraid?" asked Judge Peters.
"Any man in his right mind would be haunted by such a vision. This thing told me that foreign people would infect our great citizens of this free country with drugs and all sorts of perverted things. I swear this is what the thing was trying to tell me," Sir Angelo explained as he started to sweat.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he went on, "It was God awful, children's minds being taken over by lights coming out of a screen and all kinds of drugs being passed out on the streets."
"My God!" Judge Peters replied almost falling out of his chair.
"Heathens everywhere, using words that only the devil would speak and all I kept hearing was, 'give me money, give me money.' I was scared to my knees! Do you hear me? I was a grown man in shock," Sir Angelo emphatically implicated.
"It was an outrage! The great people of this country had all become zombies. Rehab clinics everywhere!"
"That's absurd!" Mr. Jackson replied.
Sir Angelo, nearly falling out of his chair then grabbed him by the shirt, "If your ancestors were slaves, how could such a vision be absurd? I swear there is something trying to warn us about the future. We must do everything in our power to stop it!"
The crowd of readers started to boo him as the room became filled with objections.
Judge Peters escorted Sir Angelo to the door, "I don't believe in fairytales. I think you really need to go see a doctor Sir. Angelo."

Seventy years after telling his story, the prophecy had come to pass. Drugs had soon made its way on every street corner and people had become so lazy and mentally challenged that it was unreal. There was fighting and chaos all over the country and the zombies were eating away at ninety year old Sir Angelo's door.
"Go away! Please leave me alone!" Sir Angelo screamed grabbing his shot gun.
One of the zombies burst in through the kitchen.
"Somebody help me! Somebody help me please!" Sir. Angelo shouted as he picked up the phone to call 911. Getting no answer he soon realized that his house was being surrounded by drug zombies, people with no brains and deranged children. He started shooting everything that entered his house until he ran out of ammunition. Running to the top floor he had no other option but to kill himself so he started to write a suicide note. On the note it read: "The End"  

Thursday, September 22, 2016

The Riot on Chapel Mountain

Eleven days had passed after a volcano had erupted on Chapel Mountain, but human nature was still human nature. A dark cloud of ash had darkened the skin of all of the people and the soot filled the lungs of everyone below. The people could not understand why the founder of the village would build a village right by a volcano. When they tried to flee the village they noticed that there were locked fences that trapped them in.
"HELP  US!" Echoed through the air, as the people cried out for assistance.
With no mirrors the people were afraid of each other and all of the ash and soot that had darkened their skin had made them all look the same but in their minds they were different. Quarantined from the rest of the surrounding neighborhoods, a loud gun shot was heard.
"Lord, he shot him dead," one of the residence screamed running out of the desecrated park.
All of the citizens of Chapel Mountain came running into the park and noticed a body laying on the ground with ash, soot and blood all over it.
"Who did this?" Shouted one of the citizens.
"I don't know, everyone looks the same now so we don't know who did it. I heard the gun and I came running in and found him dead," one of the village people replied.
Another gun shot soon was heard as screams filled the air.
"What the hell is going on?" Cried another citizen of Chapel Mountain.
"We're being exterminated!" Screamed a woman dashing out of the crowd of people.
"Run for your lives!" Screamed another woman.
With no one knowing what was going on everyone started trying to knock down the fence that blocked them in.
"HELP US! PLEASE HELP US!" They all screamed trying to escape the village.
After days of no help and no government or officials to save them the people started helping themselves. The ash and soot had soaked into their skin and they all looked the same.
"I guess we will have to govern ourselves," a voice emerged from amongst the crowd of people.
"They left us here to rot and die but we will prove them wrong; we will become stronger than them."
The people started building and becoming smarter and the survivors started reproducing and the babies came out glowing like volcano lava.
"We are a different people," a man explained.
"Since we are different, the others do not want us to mingle with them."
As the population of Chapel Mountain increased, the people tore down the fence and began to attack and riot the outside cities. Revenge was in the air as rocks and burning bottles crashed through the windows of the surrounding businesses. Screaming and violence was rampant.
"They will feel our pain. They left us in the mountain to die!"  A voice shouted amongst the outrage.
As the people continued rioting and fighting, it started raining. The rain washed the ash and soot off of the leaders of the forgotten people and revealed their true identity. The rain even put out the fire that was started by the riot. All of the forgotten people looked at each other and noticed all of the scars and bruises that had made them become what they were now looked upon to be. In this revelation, they stopped the violence and took all of their weapons and went back up into the heart of Chapel Mountain.
On there way back up, the other people who locked them away would not let them leave.
"We are sorry for forgetting about you. You still feel, you still love, and you still speak; therefore, we are all the same people."
In these words of peace the forgotten people united with the others and built an iron wall to protect them from the volcano.
"On this day we will never leave another citizen of Chapel Mountain behind," the mayor proclaimed as they all declared the anniversary of the tragic day a holiday.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Pudukhepa and the One Eyed Giant King

The Philistines were huge people, many of their men were beastly and only had one eye in the middle of their foreheads. On their quest to gain territory, their God told them not to attack the Hittite tribe. On there quest to invade Phoenicia there king was tempted to destroy everything in his sight. The God of the Hittite people had shown much favor to the children, whom all had been chosen to inherit the land. Pudukhepa, was in grave danger as the Philistines slaughter her parents. Her mother was eager to save her so she hide her inside of a huge smoke screen vase before the savages tortured her and killed her. At that time these vases were a wonder of the ancient world and an item cherished by the Hittite people. Disobedient to their God, the Philistine king tried to conquer all of Israel. This angered the God of Israel so once all of the adults of the Hittite tribe had been held captive by the Philistine army the Hittite children were left to fight. Pudukhepa climbed out of the vase and led the children of the Hittite tribe on a raging battle to regain their territory and control of what was left of their land. In a massive power crave the king of the Philistines took one of the children by the hair and attempted to sacrifice the child to the Philistine God. Pudukhepa saw this and took an abandoned sword and chopped off the one eyed giant king's head. All of the surrounding armies could not believe what had just happened. In this frightening battle, the raging monster king had been slain by a female child whose parents had been slaughtered by the giant Philistines. Having no orders and  no king, the Philistine armies retreated while the surrounding Israeli armies came to the aid of the Hittite people. In all astonishment the surrounding tribes had no reward greater to give a child who now had no parents but had saved the Hittite people of Israel. Pudukhepa was only driven to avenge her parents' death and now she was put at the center of everyone in Israels heart. The mercy shown by the people had pleased the God of Israel and the other nations would soon understand peace by the hands of a child avenging her parents. No one understood what had enticed the Philistine king to prove how powerful he was, but his rage had somehow shown the other nations that war was not a good way to rule anymore. Never again would the lands see war and the orphan child Pudukhepa would grow to be an honorable woman. She planted a garden in north Hittite and would die a virgin. Many of the Hebrew people believed she had been touched by the God of Israel. Other nations believed that she was the mother of a new world in need of better leaders.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

The Lost Boys

A bunch of lost boys searching for a friend, hanging upside down around the theater at ten. Most of them are looking for a place to live. They seem to want to feel alive, something to get their blood flowing, or maybe something just to get by. One word from the imagination is all that's left. Some of them save themselves and wait for God to relieve their stress. With no parents in sight they wonder why, hiding their tears and facing their fears. They sit and ponder about the natural laws of the universe, waiting for and giving out answers so things can make sense. Some are searching for money, some of them shoot guns and punch the walls crushing bricks, some even punch other people just to run and jump the fence. A drink here and there, a smoke, and some even hang around with prostitutes just to fuel the soul. Some of them despise polluted thoughts and many of them run around saving souls. Some shy away from inspiration because they've been let down and when they need love, no one is ever around. Some pump iron to pass the time. If only the next generation could pass the test but really nothing makes sense, at least they say, many of them in all actuality just want to have a good day.
Are these boys considered failures for searching for never never land? Their thoughts hang around and welcome other words of expression. A little girl sings a song and tears fill their eyes, thoughts of love fills their hearts as she looks them in the eyes. Images of being great or having someone wipe away a lonely tear as time ticks away. In search of a happy ending and standing up for whats right, flying through the sky at night; alone on the corner or sleeping in the woods; afraid of a shadow, in search for good. Walking by they hear a woman on the porch singing, she welcomes them in her home - takes them in and cleans them up, then becomes their friend. The lost boys disappear in the night, never to be seen again, flying away to a far off galaxy with other lost boys and a boy named Peter Pan.   

Friday, June 24, 2016

The Imaginary Dads...

"Oh...That's why the sky is blue in the daytime," Emmett said as his foster parents watched him talk to someone next to him. He did this quite often and no one ever asked why.
"That was a good one..." Emmett responded to no one in the corner.
"I knew it, I knew she would keep her word," Emmett kept repeating.
After about three months of this, Emmett's foster parents returned him back to the orphanage. When he got there, he met a girl named Rhianna. Rhianna was a special little girl. At night she would talk to the stars. Her and Emmett got along great, but they really didn't speak to the other orphans that much. Everyone at the orphanage would get a kick out of watching them both talk to whomever they had been seeing in their imagination. Two nights after summer had ended, Rhianna made a promise to Emmett.
"When we get old enough, I'm going to marry you Emmett... You and I... We're going to do things the right way. We're going to have a real family. If our bond is broken, when I die, I will come back for you, in another life," Rhianna assured Emmett while holding his hands by the window with light from the stars shinning down on them.
Emmett felt his heart grow as he embedded that very moment in his brain. As time went on, Emmett and Rhianna got separated; Emmett grew to see many things in his rough life and he searched and searched for Rhianna but could not find her. To feel loved, is all Emmett ever wanted. In all of his days on earth, he hadn't felt true love until the moment Rhianna had spoken those words to him. Growing older, he had stopped talking to his imaginary friend, until the night he was placed on a psych ward. Sitting there shaking, as millions of images flashed through his mind, the nurse injected him with his meds, but only the image of Rhianna could really keep his blood flowing. Slobber would fall from his mouth as he would always sit by the psych ward door waiting and screaming Rhianna's name. After days passed, Emmett found a chapel inside of the hospital where he would go and speak with his imaginary friend, whom he hadn't talked to in a long time. The next morning, the light from the windows shined in. Having a hard time opening his eyes, Emmett noticed that he and Rhianna were both at the alter. Tears began to fall from his face.
"I had a feeling I would find you here," she said, getting Emmett's full attention.
"I don't understand, how did you find me?" Emmett said embracing her with a heartfelt hug.
"Your father came and got me," Rhianna explained.
"My father?" Emmett replied in shock.
"Yes; look Emmett, look at all of these people at our wedding. It's our day, they're watching us just like they used to at the orphanage. I told you I would come back for you," Rhianna said, as the Pastor told him to kiss the bride.
When the doctors and psych techs came looking for Emmett in the Chapel, he was not there. Rhianna kept her promise and had come back for him, in another life. While the bells rang with the two of them walking to the chariot, she looked up at the bright star and thanked her father, whom had been there waking her up every morning, with all of his angels in the sky giving her something to watch at night. All along, the two of them had imagined something much greater than a dad. They both had imagined a day where everyone would be happy, not sad. Smiling at the alter with cheer, there dads where always there just not here.
The Beginning

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Defining Paleolithic Art

Paleolithic Art, can simply be defined, as art from the stone age era. Modern day art, would not be defined as Paleolithic.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The definition of Art

The ability to bring instinctive, creative, and elaborate emotions combined with feelings into reality.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Common Cents

It was a hot day and Kara could not even afford her favorite brand of water. She had to have been sitting in front of that store window staring at that water for at least five minutes. After giving up on the reality that she could not afford it, she went home and got some water out of the sink. She then walked to the car dealership and had her eyes on this beautiful drop-top convertible, realizing she couldn't afford it, she walked back home. Kara was sad and her rent was due. Realizing she had no money to pay it, she went to live in the woods under a tree. Her pet dog ran away because she couldn't afford to feed him, so she made friends with the animals in the forest. Since she couldn't afford her medicine, she just gave-up on trying to get a refill. She couldn't afford to eat, so she ate from the apple tree in the forest. Laying there on a log, half asleep, an angel came to Kara, in the form of a sparrow. The angel touched Kara and it began to rain money. When Kara awoke, there was money everywhere. She couldn't believe it. She came running out of the woods as she noticed everyone was so happy. The happiness could be felt, because everyone was outside moving around. Her homeless friend Dave couldn't believe it.
 "Oh God. Jesus has finally come! Praise the Lord!" he shouted, running out of the woods with her.
It was unreal. The stock market was off the charts as the green cloud went from city-to-city, county-to-county, and place-to-place. Pretty soon, there wasn't anything or any one left in the stores and all of the excitement soon died down. Kara had walked back into the woods and didn't move, she just slept. After all of the mayhem, she walked out of the forest and saw how everything had become worthless. Kara went back into the woods and drank from the well and went back to sleep. Her dreams seemed to excite her more than reality. Flying high in her dreams, her friend Dave woke her up and gave her a flower, fresh from the ground.
"This is for you princess Kara, because of you, we're all equal, because of you, we will use our common cents."

Monday, June 20, 2016

The Golden CAV

It was the dreaded day of 06/06/2066 and the beast had been roaming the earth looking for souls. There was one man amongst all of the people possessed that stood strong amongst the flock. This man was Joshua, the son of Jacob. Joshua had heard from the God one night as he awoke in a cold sweat,
"Joshua, son of man, the people have become lazy and fragile, they have forgotten how to worship me; come up to the mountain and witness a miracle," the God said.
Joshua went up to the mountain to speak with the God and witnessed a miracle. Joshua stayed up in the mountain for three months, it was the God's time. When he came down, the people had become even more drunk and lazy. They had been so drunk from fornication and filth that they took all of their precious gold and built a huge computer floppy disk called the CAV. When Joshua came down he fell to his knees, "My Lord, look at what they have done, the people have created a floppy disk to worship," Joshua explained. One of the kids emerged from the crowd,
"You're a hater Joshua. You should be down here with us, celebrating and getting drunk instead of seeking wisdom and knowledge," the kid proclaimed. Another kid emerged from the crowd with his middle finger held high and spit in Joshua's face.
This angered the God and lighting struck the floppy disk and completely annihilated the computer's RAM. Joshua then put his hands up in the air as the people fell to their knees begging the God to save them from their sins. As the huge golden CAV fell from the computer tower, the people scattered like roaches.
"Joshua, save us!" A voice from the crowd shouted.
Joshua watched as the people fled for safety.
He then pulled out a book with 1 and 0's on every page and shouted.
"My people, I give you, the USB Hard Drive! With 800 terabits." Joshua proclaimed.
All of your little golden sinful data and memories will be stored on it, and with one click, the earth will be cleansed, after I delete the data," Joshua stated, coming down the mountain with the hard drive.
He then placed it into the computer and typed in the numbers 08/08/2088.
Once the numbers were programed into the computer, there was a new earth, and the people were cleansed. New knowledge filled the land, and everyone fell to their knees thanking Joshua for sacrificing all of his time to be with the God. Joshua did not regret choosing knowledge over sin and wisdom, especially, after what he had witnessed. Once all of the calamity and restoration had come to an end, Joshua then prayed to the God and thanked him for the miracle. At the end of Joshua's life, he pulled out a vinyl record and listened to the Lord's music created by the Lord's people. Joshua had saved mankind.