Friday, March 29, 2019

The Love Story

Many writers approach the topic of love in a general fashion, some often fail to isolate the feelings between two people.
This story starts with a little piece of paper on the floor and two people less likely to fall in love.
One writer would say that love cannot be forced, it has to happen randomly, when two people need each other the most, then, with time, it will reach its fullest potential. They have to need and want love. Accept it, because they've seen enough so they surrender to the force that love creates. Then the story begins:
It was a rainy day and Ryan sat in his office chair falling asleep, tilting his head to the side he noticed an old piece of paper that had fell from the book that he had been reading on break yesterday. Noticing a familiar name on the piece of paper with a number, he picked it up. Ryan had been single for quite a while and this was a strange situation. The name on the paper was Monica, a girl that he had grew up with but never approached. Holding on to the paper, Ryan found himself in a new trance, all he could think about was the paper and the number so he decided to text the number to see if he would get a response. Hours passed with no reply so he gave up and went to sleep but like the writer said, love cannot be forced, it has to happen randomly to reach its fullest potential. The next morning when Ryan awoke, he noticed that he had a text message from the number asking who it was, but Ryan was too afraid to text back. Eating breakfast, he couldn't help but to keep looking at the picture of he and his ex-wife Karah on the wall. She broke his heart and he doubted his instinct to try again, so he didn't, he erased the text and threw the paper away.
Leaving to go to work, he hurried and grabbed the book that he often forgot to read while on break.
At work Ryan felt different, it was like a force of attraction that was pulling him in Monica's direction. He could feel something because all he could think about was a simple text message. He had some type of spell on him. Distracted, he spilled hot coffee on his arm.
"Ryan, are you okay?" Tina asked, noticing him trying to care for the burn.
"You might want to get some help, that arm doesn't look good."
Tina was the supervisor on staff that day and from the moment Ryan clocked in, to the moment she saw him spill coffee on himself, she noticed something serious was on his mind. She had seen that look before.
"Did you meet someone last night?"
"No, no, I've just got a lot to finish up. A lot on my mind, you know," Ryan explained, wiping off his arm and clothes with a paper towel.
Grabbing more towels from the break-room counter, Tina helped him clean up,
"Ryan, go home and get some rest, and make sure you see a doctor about that burn. I'll have Jim cover the rest of your shift. It's slow today anyway."
Hearing the phone ring in his cubical, Ryan's attention shifted as he slipped to head to his desk. Tina stopped him in his tracks,
"No, no, no lover boy, you're not going to make me look bad today. Jim will take the call. Go get treated, I'll see you Monday."
Ryan gathered his things and in a matter of ten minutes he was headed to emergency to get his burn looked at. The nurse wrapped it up and on his way out, that's when it happened. Ryan saw her and she saw him.
"Ma', Monica, what are you doing here?" Ryan asked, shaking like a wet duck.
"I just started this job yesterday. Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
As the conversation shifted to the text message, all doubt soon left Ryan's mind. This is how it happened. A man and a woman who've had so much heart ache in their lives, yet in the span of three days would have conversation and realize that they needed each other more than a doctor would need a nurse. It was simple. There was no hurry for touchy-feeling-bumping-and-grinding, just pure love. The two just met everyday and began to spend time knowing each other all over again. Five years later, at the altar, he kissed her with no doubt that he had made the right choice. Twenty years later when his son came to him with the same feeling, he asked Ryan about love. Tripping on his own shoe laces, he looked his father in the eyes and asked,
"Dad how do you know when love is real?"
Ryan put his hand on his son's shoulder, the one with the scar that led him to his future wife, and looked his son in the eyes,
"The force of attraction will be so strong and all of your feelings will surrender. My son, there will be no doubt, you will know."
In certainty Ryan and Monica would spend the rest of their lives together and have three children. Through ups and downs they would never forget the moment when they reunited. The key is that they would never forget to keep telling each other and their kids their own love story.
The Love Story

Monday, March 25, 2019

The Angry Dog

Today I smelled the grass and pissed on my owner’s favorite chair, and I don’t care. I do love her but she has to understand that I don’t like it when other dogs smell my spot. She never listens, I barked at her for hours, hmm, let me lift my leg up and piss again. It’s a dog-eat-dog world. You ‘betta ask somebody. She has no clue what I’m saying, I give up, let me piss on the chair one more time first, then, I’m going to lay down. Barking wears me out.

The Angry Dog

Thursday, March 21, 2019


Once again I’ve been left alone. This must be what it feels like. I’ve given away everything, I have nothing left but my grandfather’s discharge papers. This must be what it feels like... this is what being barried alive must feel like. I have nothing left. I sit and watch the devils of this world take credit for everything that’s good. I watch as the people flock to them while those suffering sit in the dark. In the shadows, like me. Prisoners of war in your own country. Pondering, I notice my left hand shaking. I use my right hand to comfort it. I then comprehend why I was made with two sides. Wait there’s almost two of everything. Everything goes hand-in-hand, but my left hand is weaker than my right hand. There’s two sides to everything. I look in the mirror at my reflection, pondering the fact that all my life my soul has been in the middle of two sides working together, inseparably, indivisible; United...if I lose my right hand, I must learn to use my left, so my left becomes my right, how ironic. Being comforted by my own thoughts and reflection, I thank god. My comprehension has lead me to figure out that those who sit in the shadows will eventually be brought into the light. I have no more regrets. I’m grateful, I see the light, the darkness led me to it.

Monday, March 18, 2019

The Crowd

It was my first real challenge, my first big crowd. Listening to my trainer, I acted like they were not even there. Before the fight, I recalled when I used to tell comedy jokes with small crowds, but this was different. When I heard the bell ring, my heart started beating really fast. I felt like a warrior angel had entered my body, I began to shake. What I noticed the most was how brutal the crowd was. I was there for a fight but they were there to see blood. Don’t ask me why my first professional fight was scheduled for the maximum rounds. I could feel the crowds energy with every punch and kick. The fight went the distance. I was dead tired, the one thing that remained on my mind was how I felt tired but the crowd still had energy. Feeling their rage, I snapped my opponent’s neck and they still cheered. Realizing what they turned me into, I fell to my knees, got up and walked out of the cage, never to fight again. Somehow the beast inside of me became human. They would sell their soul to see the beast. They would bet all of their riches to see a monster that I refused to let out anymore.

Friday, March 15, 2019


May the moments that we share carry-on into the next life.
Some days we get upset with each other and cannot bond, but in the end we all need each other.
It hurts when one of us must take this journey down a path that is dark and lonely without other family members standing watch. It hurts when one of us must journey into the afterlife but it’s something that we must accept, I guess that’s why we all must work together to keep our family brand alive.
The weight of the world may get heavy and at times we all may not get along, but in the end, it’s just family and whom we choose as friends. I guess it’s fair to say that through it all, we all are family in some way or another. From one comes many but only love can unite us when we separate or venture off. When we were all young, the moments that we shared carried on, although some of us have ventured off into the woods alone, never to return, blessed are the family members who remember and try to the death to keep us all united together. Much love, Family.

Monday, March 11, 2019

The Sales Department

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