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My blog, where I store those thoughts rattling around my brain |
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Welcome to the insanity of my mind! Please excuse the cobwebs and clutter, I've been meaning to clean the place up a bit... Stop in and read some of my nonsense whenever the mood strikes you :) |
 Haunted   What is it Annie? You think I'll cry? I won't cry! My heart will break before I cry! I will go mad. |
I'd like to file a report, someone's missing from my life. I can't recall the details, but I know its not my wife. That face is just a blur to me, the voice a garbled mess. Their personality is all I have to go on, I confess. He questioned everything in life but never once himself. The only friends he needed could be found on his bookshelf. Caring not what strangers thought, living to his whims He paints with nouns and adjectives, even synonyms. I miss that optimism, the carefree grin he wore Waking up to each new day was never such a chore Yesterday I called and called, hoping he'd return I fear he might be gone for good, that is my concern... Will you assist me, mister? Do you hear my plea? The person who's gone missing? Well... that would be me. 30 Day Blog Challenge Day 4: Tonight, write about a person who 'goes missing'. |
| Ukelele strings hummed from blown out speakers, the singer crooning through a static filter as I dragged hard on the joint. The hazy sensation crept up the back of my skull while I leaned back in my battered sedan and savored the warmth tickling my brain, tugging at my lips until my sour expression transformed into a beaming smile. God, I desperately needed this high. Living in a tourist trap of a town required healthy doses of patience, self-control, and sweet sweet Mary Jane. If not for these smoke breaks, I would have snapped on those pompous parasites and gotten my ass canned a long time ago. The weed helped sedate those flares of anger, mellowing me out. Hell, when I was high you could get all up in my face and call me every insult under the sun but I wouldn't rise to the occasion. Probably because I'd be too distracted staring at what's in your teeth. Or I just wouldn't care. Funny how that works, isn't it? Smoke curled, stinging my eyes as I puffed lazily and watched seagulls fighting over a parking lot bagel. If you think about it, booze is the exact opposite of ganja. Alcohol rewards impulsive behavior and gets me energetic while pot tends to make me introspective and low key. But I still get lectures on how harmful this stuff is while I witness red-faced tourists puking their guts out and laying comatose on park benches after a night of bar crawling. Uh-huh, darling. I'm sure that reefer madness is a real thing. There's something odd in the air though, a weird energy that I can sense. Maybe I'm just high. But I swear it feels like the calm before the storm. Which makes no sense, seeing as fall is the end of the busy season when all the summertime suckers go back to their homesteads to make their family miserable instead of me. I lean forward, peering at the sky. So much for a literal storm, the horizon couldn't have been a clearer blue. So what was I nervous about? What was this anticipation for? Maybe it was just the paranoia kicking in. Yeah, that's what it has to be. I like simple explanations. The seagulls screeched, tearing the stale bread in half. I chuckled and inhaled the last of the roach before chucking the butt out the window. Back to work, I guess. Those fifteen minutes always seem to pass in the blink of an bloodshot eye. When I walked back into the surf shop, my buddy Derek approached with a grim expression on his sun-tanned face. "Word has it that a group of buses just pulled up to the Lagoon Hotel." I cursed, kicking a cardboard box of plastic goggles. "Goddammit! Just when things quieted down a bit." He shrugged, taking the defeatist approach. "Well at least our boss will be happy. Lots of newbies willing to pay for surf lessons and equipment they'll never use again." "Do you know if it's a group thing? Maybe it's a college trip. We could get lucky and have a horde of sorority babes wandering the boardwalk." I waggled my eyebrows. Derek shook his head. "Not a chance. I have it on good authority that this is a different sort of crowd." "Ah hell. What are we dealing with? Yuppies? Foreigners? ... a cult?" I rubbed my face, wincing in preparation. He shot down each of my guesses and drew closer, speaking in a low voice. "Even worse. They're bloggers." 30 Day Challenge Day 3: You live in a tourist town. There's always an 'interesting' mix of visitors. But this year they are especially... different. In what way? |
| Prompt Day 2: You are curator of a museum. This museum has an area of interest to you. Take us on a guided tour of your latest exhibition. Why hello there! Are you here for the tour? Splendid, please sit here and watch this introductory video before we begin. There is a content advisory warning, so if you dislike profanity you'd best steer clear. Welcome to the Internet! Did you enjoy that? Yes, it was a little off-putting but we are still working on it... Follow me to our first exhibit! This was one of the first viral videos. Uploaded in 2006, the famous lip-syncing subject in this clip would later go on to record a music video with the same Moldovan pop group O-Zone. Here is another example of historical hilarity. Charlie is a biter! These children are fully grown today and have pursued very successful careers. It's a shock to realize this video first had its inception back in 2007. Youtube itself only launched in 2005. Sadly, it is a much different place from the raw wild wild west of people just trying to be silly. Now it's an entire factory of content creators churning out videos for a quick buck. I miss the times when we uploaded dumb things we did with our friends and didn't care about monetization, views or subscribers... Yes, I just pulled a "back in my day " on you. On we go. Let's take a look at memes, shall we? This video is one of the earliest examples of meme culture, something which is defined by a perfect storm of topical references, trending tastes, subversive humor and sheer popularity. It is still hard to dissect what makes a meme. The only way I can describe one is a humorous image or video which elicits a reaction. It is essentially a joke in digital form, made to be easily shared and imitated. Animated GIFs, or 'reaction gifs' are a sub branch of this. Many careers were launched through this infant video platform. One such example was Funny or Die. This comedy group would later go on to create shows such as Billy on the Street, Drunk History and Between Two Ferns. Here is the first video they uploaded: The Landlord (profanity warning) Unfortunately, this exhibit is still a work in progress and far from complete. Thank you for taking our Viral Tour through the Years! I leave you with this closing song as we slowly filter out into the sunlight. Thanks for popping by! |
| PROMPT: We all have possessions of some type. Tell us five possessions you can’t live without, and why they are on this list. You are all going to make fun of me, aren't you... (Sigh) Alright. Here goes nuthin'. I cannot live without my Nintendo Switch. That's the first one that came to mind so it felt fitting that it should top this list. It makes me sound like a typical millennial, unable to function without his technological distractions but there's more to it than just killing time. This device is extremely portable and I make sure to bring wherever I go. I can't tell you how many people I meet while playing it. Often, I'll ask if they want to join in and pull out a spare set of controllers. This is the ultimate party system, an icebreaker that allows people to link up and share in the fun with a huge assortment of titles. While I prefer to sink my teeth into single-player games, I always have a bunch of local co-op selections for any situation. There's fighting games, racing, shooters, etc. I know that I can find something for anyone to enjoy. The second possession of mine is my coffeemaker. I need my bean juice to get the ol' cogs whirring in the morning, sipping on that black nectar as I try to form sentences on this blog post. This is something I'm sure most of you will have on your own lists. Numero tres... Hmm.... My laptop ranks pretty high on there. Without it, I would be unable to write as smoothly and keep track of all my stories. Plus it allows me to connect to all of you on here. Do I NEED it? Not in the literal sense of the word. If that was the case, I would be putting my fridge and freezer on here. I have an emotional connection to this device. It's the portal where I can travel the world, the canvas on which I paint, the bane of my short attention span. Are we on the fourth one already? Let's see, let's see. This is a bit obvious, but I kinda need my car. How else would I be able to get to work, to the store, to my friend's house? It's an old beast of a vehicle and I will have to upgrade in the coming months but it's very dear to me. Lots of great memories in that thing. Road trips, camping trips, weekend adventures with a full crew. You've served me well, ol' Blue. I look at your scratches and peeling paint with fondness, running fingers over the old stickers and other decorations I've given you over the years. I shall miss you when you're gone. And last but not least... I can't live without my torture dungeon. You don't know the thrills of having victims locked in there until you've at least tried it. In all seriousness, this will be the most underwhelming selection. My phone. I think everyone needs one, life is impossible to navigate otherwise. Unless you are a total hermit. Which wouldn't really be a bad thing, come to think of it. My phone seems to need me more than I need it, with all the constant push notifications and the don't miss out warnings from the junk apps I downloaded and will subsequently remove once they become annoying. If I could live without it, I would. But right now, we are attached at the hip. So that's it. My five possessions I can't live without. Not very exciting, I know. But now you know a bit more about me than you realized! |
| I finally did it. After four days and endless amounts of research/brainstorming, my latest creation is complete. IT'S ALIIIIIVE! *thunderclap* This is a tribute to the classic tales of old, with references here and there to the great Gothic writers of the 19th century. I took some creative liberties (as I always do) and I feel like this might be one of my best works yet.
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| I just finished editing an older story of mine. Back when I wrote it for SCREAMS, I was running out of time and wasn't able to finish the ending I had envisioned, choosing to awkwardly wrap it up in a few sentences. Well now it's back and better than ever! (You'll be the judge of that.) This new and revised conclusion ended up extending the story to be nearly three times as long. Do the new scenes add anything or detract from the overall experience? I honestly can't even tell you. What I can say is that it was loads of fun to write and that I will certainly be tweaking it and polishing the parts that need it. Here it is! Hope you enjoy it, dear readers!
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| Finally someone let me out of my cage Now time for me is nothin' 'cos I'm counting no age Now I couldn't be there now you shouldn't be scared I'm good at repairs and I'm under each snare |
| Brain fog. What can you do to cut through the haze? To energize an exhausted body that just wants to become an apathetic lump of flesh? Right now, it's a struggle to even put a few words together when the couch calls me with soft cushions and warm blankets. Can I just pause time and sleep for a short eternity? But write I must. After imbibing an unhealthy amount of caffeine, I guess it's time to vomit out some nonsense so I can pave way for introspective thought and flowery prose. Gods, my head is killing me. There's a ridiculous amount of editing involved before I can even consider putting my next book online. I've half a mind to just put my unpolished works up and call it a day. But that wouldn't end well... People can be awfully harsh critics. Especially when they know I could do better. Of course, I can. But do I have the stamina to make it happen? If you are reading this, send some coffee and encouraging vibes to this weary dude. Otherwise I just might end up being swallowed up by the towering sin of sloth that's cradling my tender skull. |
| She knows not why the wilderness calls with groaning limb and rustled husk voices murmur on wafting gusts luring feet through trees at dusk No beastly growls or distant howls strike her heart with fearful doubt even the grasping branches fail to slow the girl upon her route. Pajamas, her silken armor, sight keener than a blade. Boldly, she treads into the dark and treacherous forest glade. Something within her whispers leaves tumble in spiral whirs air grows thick with strange magic Arcane blood bubbles and stirs She clutches a squirming bundle sibling of flesh and bone swiftly the girl lifts that babe and dashes brains against a stone. You've done so well, dear child turning innocents into paste Spread it over your nubile form and leave no scrap to waste. Feel the power inside your veins, savor each new spasm and twitch at last you inherit my ancient curse birthing a great and terrible witch. |
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