Three Walks in the Park

Daily Promt: “…write a scene at the park.”

Twist: “Write the scene from three different perspectives.”

Perspective 1

“I’m going to get a soda. Do you want anything?” My boyfriend asked me. He gave my hand a quick squeeze before he let go.

“No that’s okay. Don’t be long, I’m not much of a waiter.” I winked at him. He flashed his sweet, yet sexy smile.

“Trust me, I know.” My boyfriend leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. “I love you” He said.

“You have ten minutes” I was the one smiling now. “but I love you too, Derek.” I watched him walk the stone path until he turned a corner and I couldn’t see him. That isn’t weird right? No we’ve been together for a year, today. It’s not weird.

Once Derek Disappeared I found a red wooden bench, flattened my skirt, and sat down. We picked this park for our anniversary because it usually wasn’t that busy, but today it was packed. There were couples tossing a Frisbee back and forth, giggling the way Derek and I do, a few older couples still noticeably in love having picnics together. I hope Derek and I will be together at that age still. After a few moments pass I take my eyes off of the older couples and watch the kid playing fetch with his dog. The little brown haired boy would throw the stick and the dog would wag it’s tail but never move until the kid yelled, “fetch!” Then the dog would dart after this stick, and the kid would laugh the entire time. Kid’s were so cute! I wonder what Derek and I’s child would look like. Adorable, that’s what.

I took my eyes from the child now to take in the rest of the scenery, when I noticed the man watching me. A quick glance told me he had brown hair, and a nice smile. Is he still looking? Do I take another peak? I took another peek. Yep. Great he’s probably checking me out, wondering what I look like underneath these clothes. Men, besides Derek, are pigs. Should I get up and walk away? No he’ll look at my butt. I’ll just wait for Derek to get back, he’ll know what to do. Where is Derek, anyway? I took another glance towards my stalker. Dang dude, what’s your problem. Did you not see my muscled man ten minutes ago? I glanced over at the corner Derek turned, still no sign of him. I looked back, and the guy was still looking my way. I’m going to say something.

I stood up, walked past the boy and his dog, past the old couple and their picnic, and past the couple and their Frisbee, and right up to the staring perv. He looked up at me shocked and said, “oh, umm.. hey.”

“Why are you staring at me?” I glared at the brown haired man.

“Sorry, I, uh..” He gave me a nervous smile. “You’re kinda cute, I guess.”

“You obviously saw that I have a boyfriend. So stop checking me out!” Then I turned and walked away. I heard him trying to talk behind me but I didn’t care. I stood up to a perverted man, Derek would’ve been proud.

Perspective 2

I arrived in the park sometime around noon. The sun was shining, kids were playing, and couples were romancing on this beautiful evening. There was a kid who launched a kid a few feet and his dog returned it to him. The kid threw the stick again and I watched as it flew through the cloudless blue sky and landed and the dry afternoon grass a few feet from a red bench. A red bench, and a beautiful young woman.  Her straight brown hair reached down just past her shoulders. The blue tank top, and matching striped skirt brought out the sparkle in her green eyes. Realizing that I was staring at the woman, I forced my gaze back to the kid. Until curiosity struck me again. One more look couldn’t hurt right? I gave a quick glance her way and held it for one second before I looked away, but that one second was enough. She had noticed me. Or did she? I better check again. I felt slightly braver this time and held my gaze for two whole seconds before I looked away. Again the woman turned her head to check me out within that time period. This is pretty awesome, I thought to myself. A girl is actually checking me out! Should I go over there and say hi. Okay one more look for confidence sake, then I’ll go over there. I looked towards the pretty girl on the bench, and waited for her to look at me again. When she was sure to add a nice smile into the mixture.

Alright, I promised myself I would do it. Here it goes. Then she stood up. She stood up and started walking my way! I sat there and let her come to me instead of meeting her in the middle. This way I wouldn’t look like a fool if she was just passing by. She wasn’t. The pretty brown haired girl was now looking down at me on the bench.

I looked up at the girl and said, “Oh, umm.. hey.”  Smooth, dude.

“Why are you staring at me?” She said clearly annoyed.

“Sorry, I, uh..” I tried to put on a nice smile again, but she could probably sense my nervousness anyways. Then I went for it,  “You’re kinda cute, I guess.” I guess? I’m blowing this!

“You obviously saw that I have a boyfriend!” As soon as she said it, my heart hit my stomach.  A boyfriend? How would I know? But she-  She was walking away.

“I’m sorry. I.. I didn’t know you were taken.” But she was probably ignoring me anyways.

Perspective 3

“I’m going to get a soda. Do you want anything?” I asked Erin, attempting to reveal the lie. I stopped when I let go of her hand.

“No that’s okay. Don’t be long, I’m not much of a waiter.” She said with a wink. She wasn’t lying, she really hated waiting. She managed to bring out my smile again.

“Trust me, I know.” I gave her a quick kiss, and an “I love you” before I left. Otherwise, she would’ve freaked out about it. She always did when I forgot to say the three words.

I turned to walk away and heard her behind me, “You have ten minutes, but I love you too, Derek.” While I walked the short path I saw the wrinkled couple having a picnic. Great, Erin will see them and think about old us. I glanced a little farther down the park towards a brat and his dog. Then she’ll think about having a kid with me. I rolled my eyes. Then I turned the corner, finally out of her view. I walked towards the soda machine where I met her. My hot, blonde fling of the night.

“Hey” She said in a planned sexy tone, which worked.

“Well hel-lo.” I said while checking the girl out.

“Come on, the girls bathrooms empty.” She winked at me, took my hand, and led me into the bathroom.

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Karen, the Over-excitable

Daily Prompt: “Today, you will write about the most interesting person you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.”

The pounding thumps of undead fists on the nearly broken wooden door hammer their way into my skull as I look at the two refugees I just picked up along the way to safety. Karen is a tall, slim woman with curly hair that bounce just above the top of her neck. She is sitting against the stone wall across from me with her head in her lap. A man, who I assume to be her husband has his arm around her trying to comfort her. “It’ll be alright Karen, that man’s going to help us survive this mess.” Her husband says.

“Okay, Jerry. Okay, I know.” Karen says back to her husband. “The man is God-sent.”

“Your Christians?” I ask.

“Pentecostals, actually.” Karen answers as she stands up. “What are those things?”

“Zombies, I’d assume.”

“They’re freaking creepy, that’s what they are!” This lady’s nuts. “So, do they, like, eat brains and stuff, like in the movies?”

“What brains, Karen?” Jerry asks, trying to be funny. He is standing against the wall now.

“Oh, shut up Jer-bear!” Karen playfully hits him across the chest with the back of her hand.

“Careful where you put your hand, Scot might appear from nowhere and think we are having sex or something.” Jerry says.

“I know right!”

“Who’s Scot?” I ask confused.

“Oh he’s our neighbor.” Karen answers. “He’s a bit of a loon.” He’s the loon? I think to myself.

“I’m hungry. Let’s look for some grub.” Jerry says to Karen.

“Good thinking babe!” The couple leave me alone with the zombies just outside the door, and somehow I’m okay with that.

“What did I get myself into?” I whisper just loud enough for me to hear. The thuds on the door become louder, and more horrific as the time passes. I haven’t heard any sign of the two love-birds in awhile either. I push myself up from the wall to go check on them. As I take a step deeper into the small cellar we reside in a fist flies through a piece of the wooden door, sending splinters straight into the dirt ground underneath it. A small shimmer of light falls in the same spot. I back farther away from the door until I am against the stone wall on the far side of the room. The undead hands continue to fly through the door when a loud crash comes from the room behind me.

“Sorry!” Karen yells from the other room. “I’m okay, I just fell! It’s dark in here, ya know?”

The zombies are now fully through the door and beginning their creepy walk towards me. I wield my black pistol from it’s holster and aim it right between the eyes of the first zombie, the killzone. I pull the trigger, and after an empty click, nothing happens; I am out of bullets! I sheathe my weapon again and this time I wield my baton. I charge towards the invasion but I stop when I hear a bang from behind me. Then another, and another. Three zombies fall to the dirt instantly. The bullets come rapid-fire now, most missing their targets but some finding flesh. After what seems to be two clips of ammo the bullets stop coming and the invasion is defeated.

“I found a gun!” Karen yells excitedly as she walks into the room. “I don’t know how to use it, but I found a gun.”

I look up at the excited woman, who is now dancing across the room. “Give me that.” I say as I take the gun from her hands. “What are you doing anyways?”

“My happy dance!” She stops dancing and now looks at me as if I’m the crazy one. “You mean to tell me you don’t have a happy dance?”

“No, I don’t”

“Everyone has a happy dance! I wanna see your happy dance tomorrow, no if and’s or but’s”

“Whatever you say, Karen. Let’s just get out of here.”

“Yay!”

The Torn Letter

Daily Prompt: “You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story  about this encounter.

“Today’s Twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.”

I was walking the streets of everyday New York City with the cars zooming past blaring their horns, and the people passing me by without noticing my very existing when a small, torn piece of paper was whisked directly in my path by the on-going traffic to my left. Whether it was fate demanding me to read it or not, you don’t risk those kind of things. I picked up the fragile piece of paper that was on it’s last ounce of life and began reading it to myself with everyone still walking past me like stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to read a random piece of paper that floating in front of you was completely normal. The paper, which was actually a letter, looked quite ugly on the outside, but the insides contained beauty. It read:

“To My Loves,

I know it has been awhile since I have answered your last letter, but we don’t get the top-notch mail system here in Afghanistan. I’ll respond the best I can, I promise. Anyways, how are my two princesses? Have you both been good for momma, our queen? She runs our castle while I’m gone remember. Things here are alright, and to answer your question, yes I do miss our two pups even though they can be a hassle sometimes. I have to go now, okay? I hope to be returning home to you soon. I love you! and tell momma I love her too. Stay beautiful.

Love,

Your dad & soldier”

When I returned to the normal world that existed outside of my mind when I read, I found myself with tears down my face, yet our busy world pushed straight past me not knowing that our own veteran may not be able to contact his wife and daughter. I need to deliver this.

The Serial Killer From My Mind (Part Two)

Daily Prompt: “Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t anymore.”

Twist: “Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.”

*DAY TWO OF MY THREE POST SERIES* (Click for day one)

Previously, I stated that the Serial Killer From My Mind was named Addiction, or Mr. Addiction as I like to name him. I have told you that our enemy, Mr. Addiction kills time from our life; however, that is not all he kills. Mr. Addiction is a diverse Serial Killer, not just of one genocide but multiple genocides. Mr. Addiction feeds his killing frenzy with our money. Yes that green little piece of paper that we highly value, that thing we tend to need to survive.

Day-to-day we spend money on Mr. Addiction because we believe that we need him in our life. Say your addicted to alcohol or drugs, you have to spend money to obtain those items. You highly value the amount in your bank, yet you throw it away to feed Mr. Addiction. When you don’t you go, practically, crazy. This is referred to as withdrawal.

I’ll stick to my old World of Warcraft addiction. In order to play my computer game, Blizzard required me to pay thirty dollars a month, which to my young, non-money-valuing-self  was not a large some to pay for a months worth of enjoyment. Yet I didn’t have a job to pay for it! Still I managed to pump my thirty a month, which was probably all that I had a month.

This is what we all do for Mr. Addiction. We come up with money that we don’t have to pay him to remove precious things from our lives. He is our own mercenary against ourselves. Stop paying him to destroy you.

The Serial Killer From My Mind (Part One)

Daily Prompt:  “Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t anymore.”

Twist: “Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.”

The Serial Killer from my mind lives in each and every one of your minds as well. You have been his victim at least once in your life, no matter where, or who you are. His name you ask, Addiction.

Addiction takes over your life, and destroys different parts of it. In this post I want to talk about how he kills time, and not in the “fun way.” When I was younger I used to play a game by the name of World of Warcraft. I loved that game, still do actually. Blizzard has done a brilliant job developing it. The only problem with it was that Mr. Addiction got a hold of my mind using that game. I would spend countless hours playing it a day. I remember even having friends over and I was ignoring them so I could level up just one more time, then another time, and another. I COULDN’T STOP PLAYING!

Luckily I was eventually cut off of this addiction when my account got hacked and I have yet to start paying for it again, although I have been dabbling with the free trial lately. I haven’t decided whether or not to buy it again. We’ll see, but I know I’ll moderate it this time. I have to now, I have responsibilities. Anyways, Mr. Addiction removed multiple hours, years worth probably, from my life. He killed them, and I will never see them again. And time is precious.

Addiction has a way of stealing time from us without us even knowing it, because we feel like we need to be doing what we are addicted to.  I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to have fun doing things, WoW is an amazing game and I hope to return to it one day, just remember your own life. Remember to control what you do, and not let it control you. Do not let Mr. Addiction begin killing something from your life.

The Songs of my Life

Daily Prompt: “Write about the three most important songs in your life- what do they mean to you?”

When it comes to my favorite songs, I choose them based on their lyrics mostly. Sometimes I do love songs for their upbeat music, but most of the time it is the message that the artist has brought demonstrated with his lyrics; it must be the writing in me.

The first song of my life is I Won’t Give Up By Jason Mraz. I love the lyrics and the music of this song, and better yet I CAN sing!  The lyrics remind me to never give up in life. Not to give up on myself, my friends, and (since the song is based on it) my relationship. In fact it is “our song.” When I hear the lyrics, they tell me that I can do this, that my girlfriend and I can make it through anything as long as we try because “God knows were worth it.” So it pushes me to keep fighting for her, for us, no matter what we go through.

My second song of my life is Looks So Perfect by Five Seconds of Summer. The reason this song has made it to my list is due to it’s music, contrary to what I previously stated about my choices. This song is just fun to sing. It lets me let go of life and enjoy the short amount of time that the song plays on the radio, in fact I’m pretty sure that’s what the song is about. Letting loose when your down, and not caring what other people think. So the song DOES contain lyrical value to me as well.

My final song of my life is Who You Are by Unspoken. This song is very important to me with my faith. It helps me remember that no matter how far I fall from God, I can get back to where I was, and be who I was created to be. It tells me that if I starting slipping in my religion, I could never fall too hard, so fast, so far, that I can’t get back onto the right path again. That I still have my shot at my perfect place (as I explained in my previous blog). This song will not let me forget that I have a forgiving God, who loves me and wants me there with Him.  I AM STILL WELCOME! Plus it’s challenging to sing; DID I MENTION I LOVE TO SING?

 

My Perfect Place

Daily Prompt: “We’re all drawn to certain places. If you had the power to get somewhere — anywhere — where would you go right now? For your twist, focus on building a setting description.”

The tick of the clock seems to grow louder with each second that passes by as I anxiously wait for my last class of the school year to end. With my foot impatiently tapping on the ground I switch my focus from the ticking clock, to my creative writing teacher. “Now I want you all to think, deep, deep down in that heart of yours. Find a place you’re comfortable, or not so comfortable if you’d like the challenge. Now answer this prompt with your final moments of class, if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?”

At first I thought of the easy answers, such as my girlfriends house, or to an amusement park, but I decided to dig deeper. I wanted this prompt to be written well, in a way I wanted to impress my teacher. Deeper, and deeper I dug until I settled on the perfect place to visit.

I would walk through the silver gates of the place with no pain or sorrow. Where the golden roads lead my deeper into my true home with the person that loves me the most, and the loved ones I once had in my life. The children would dance, and play on the street, actually I’m sure the adults would join in on the fun as well. I would be greeted with warm smiles and light conversations by those dressed in white. The buildings stand tall above me when I observed their delicate designs with awe. The only place in the world made perfectly without flaw.

I would dine with the biggest role model anyone could ever ask for, and the person responsible for everything that I am. We would talk about what I’m doing right with my life, and what I am doing wrong with it; which I would gratefully take the advice and learn from it.  These two people clothed in white will show me to my lost family and friends, who will hug me and talk about the good ol’ days we had, and the memories they made here. Then I would leave this perfect palace, knowing I will one day return, but for now I must return to my temporary home to make the world I live in now as close to my perfect place as I can.