The Letter

It was my birthday, the 8th day of July. I waited all day for her to call but she didn’t. I checked my email and got nothing, so I checked the mailbox, woe, wow and oh God, she wrote me a letter instead. Old school love is the best love, what a great birthday, I got a letter in the mail. The Eagle has landed.

District 13

“What happened to all of the people that used to live here Mommy?” little Willow asked in the midst of a night filled with explosions.

Her mother Catherine began to cry while wiping the dirt off of her daughter’s face. 

“Man has done something really bad sweetie, really bad,” Catherine replied, trying to keep her daughter safe from all of the chaos. 

The idea of peace was the only thing that helped the citizens of district 13 sleep at night. One writer wrote that there was no hope for mankind. There was no good left in his soul and he was cursed by his own will to win. The people of district 13 flocked to their bunkers when they heard of the last order to drop the bomb on them. Children walked through the streets like zombies searching for toys, women screamed as the evil desires of men roamed free. The structured system had collapsed, the next morning as the sun rose over what was left of district 13, little Willow crawled from under the ground only to be consumed by the soot that filled the air. The government had failed its people, no one survived, there’s no joy in war, only sad memories of death and destruction and the victor usually becomes the oppressor. 

The Good Song

Oh, when I heard the tune, I got up and did my dance.
I did my two step and my signature spin.
My lady friend felt it too, she backed that thang up and parked it right in the middle of the dance floor.
I moved my arms to match the beat.
I sang my favorite part with all my heart, I was on top of the world for 3 minutes and 24 seconds.
As the song came to a close, I sat down, realizing that the DJ gave me the fix I needed.
I was satisfied for the rest of the night, that’s really all I needed.
The good song.
If I get lucky he’ll play it again.

Second Chance

Some say addiction is like a virus, a virus that spreads. You find yourself going in circles until it's defeated. In the midst of this challenge it becomes your crutch until you snap. You go to it over and over again to heal the pain. I couldn't find a cure until I found a weapon to fight with. To kill a cancer you have to kill every bad cell. I killed the dealer, I killed the exotic dancers, I killed everything that I felt killed everything that I loved. On the end of my killing spree I sat in a room alone with no recipe to feed my cravings. I had no one to act out the sex scenes in the videos. I had no one to cook up the drugs, no one to get drunk with and no one to smoke with, I killed everything that was killing me and somehow I found justice. After I realized what I had done, I looked in the mirror and I felt better. I washed my hands of all of the blood in the dirty sink and when the cops came I turned myself in. With no more bad cells I cured the cancer and I alone was responsible for relapsing and killing myself. I now had no choice but to be clean. Hearing a crowd of addicts cheering was all an illusion because the only cheering that I heard came from those who took their second chance and never looked back. I became the hero that told my fans, "Don't try this at home."

Second Chance

Page 88

All my life I've tried to be a good person. I've tried not to lie, cheat or steal. One day at the library I found an abandoned book outside near the trash. It was a small book with no cover. On the first page was a picture of an open heart with light beams coming out of it. The first page quoted: "He who possesses the image on this page is able." Seeing that I was at a point in my life in need of some direction, I was drawn to what this author had to say so I took a seat by my bike near the curb and began to read this old abandoned book. I got to page 37, then I decided that I better get home because I couldn't help but notice librarians peeking through the big windows of the huge building as they prepared to close.
As soon as I entered my one room shack in the deepest part of my imagination, I sat on the couch and continued to read.
"Who would throw such a good book away?" I thought to myself as I continued to read. 
Yawning, I turned to the next page and noticed that it was blank.
"Where's page 88?"
Up to this point the book was so deep that I needed to know more. I could tell the author had a lot on his mind when he wrote it. I mean this guy had answers for everything. Up to this point in my reading, the author makes it known that there's a flaw in civilization and the women for some reason are bringing their children to this man's house but there's no page 88.
I turn to page 89 but I'm missing a key part.
"Why are all of these women bringing their children to this man?"
Curious, I look up information about the book on my phone. I also look up the author but find nothing. In frustration, I throw the book and it breaks the mirror nearest to me on the wall, then I hear a knock at my door.
"Where's page 88?" I whisper to myself looking at my reflection in the broken mirror.
There's another knock at the door.
I move one foot to look and see who it is. The floor creaks on the weight of one foot.
"Who is it?" I ask, but no one answers and I don't see anyone outside.
In deep thought I realize that I have to figure out what this book is really about, what is the author trying to say? I skim through the pages and I hear another knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I shout, sitting in my one room shack on a dirty couch reading a book with no cover. I then slam the book down on the bare floor to see who's at my door but still see no one. Now I'm starting to get freaked out.
"Hello, is anyone out there? What do you want?"
I get no answer.
Now I'm really getting freaked out. Something is wrong. I get a burst of déjà vu while noticing that the mirror is not broken this time and the book is not on the floor, it's on the couch. I could've sworn that I sat it on the floor. Okay, at this point, I've lost it. Hearing a knock on the door, I rush to look out of my small window. There are children standing all around my one room shack. 
I'm on page 88. Feeling my heart skip a beat I rush to the book on the couch and begin reading page 89.
Realizing my fate, I now know where page 88 is. I am page 88. I then open up the door and began to read the rest of the book to the children. I also notice that my one room shack is in a small corner at the library.
All this time I've been sitting in a small room reading to children enhancing their imagination. I then turned to the next page and the story goes on to the next chapter of the book.

The God of Roses

Oh my, what a pretty flower. The sun has allowed it to grow on my owned and paid for property. Have you noticed that I’m the only one growing this beautiful gift from the sun. How will I share it with my fellow people? Will I charge them? Will I take pictures and sell them? Oh look, it’s god has protected it’s beauty with thorns, how clever. This flower’s beauty comes equipt with a defense mechanism. It’s beauty is deceiving, I shall leave it alone until I find a way to kill it and remove it from my property. Hmm, is the God of humans trying to send me a message or is the god of roses trying to assume the throne? Could they be the same God? What a beautiful flower, I shall cut and and share one with my wife to show her how much I love her. Oh no, I’ve been tricked again.

The God of Roses

The day when nothing happened

It was a rainy day and I had just finished making my signature peace t-shirt. I marveled at the black and white designs trimmed with fluorescent colors. After all of the hard work, I turned on the radio and noticed that nothing was on, it was just air. I turned on the TV and saw only static. I went outside and noticed people just sitting on their porches...
"What in the world is going on?" I asked myself softly not expecting an answer.
I then grabbed my keys and jumped in the car; driving down the street I noticed all of the city political leaders and justice officials sitting eating barbecue with gang members. I drove by the military base in town and say all of the ships docked. Every military plane was on deck.
"What in God's name is going on?" I kept repeating to myself.
Realizing that things had taken an odd turn, I was spellbound when I saw all the religious leaders of every faith in town sitting outside of a church playing corn-hole.
From a distance I noticed the local gun store had chains on it, everyone had given in, they all threw in the towel.
Submitting to the movement, I went home, put my t-shirt on and jaywalked across the street and had me a piece of barbecue with my neighbors.
There were no more clouds in the sky.

The day when nothing happened.