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.


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.”


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?


To Those who Fear a Distant Love

I used to think that a long distance relationship would never work out, and that those who tried were only hurting themselves. I used to wonder how a love could flourish if you couldn’t see or interact with the one you love in person. Perhaps this is true for many relationships that try to go long distance, but now I know that it can be done; it just takes work.

I know this now because my girlfriend of nearly two years is more than likely moving to Texas this Summer for our Senior year. I know I am young so most of you probably will say that I know nothing about love but I’d say I do. Within our two year experience my girlfriend and I have laughed together, cried together, upset each other, played together. We’ve had great times as well as not so great times. We’ve fought for, cared for, and been there for each other. I feel as if the two years we’ve been together gives me the right to say that I know what love is.

Anyways, like I said she’s moving. I am well aware that maintaining a long-distance relationship will be harder than it is when she is here with me. I know that I’ll miss her, and wish I could see her again one last time, then one last time after that, then again, and again. I realize that at first I will cry, maybe daily, but eventually I will get used to the idea. I will be willing to wait for her to come back to me once the school year is over to plan the rest of our lives together (yes we’re that kind of couple). So for her, I can wait. And I will wait because I’ve experienced what my life is like with her in it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So now I know how a long distance relationship can work. You must be willing to push through it, and love the other person entirely. You’ll need to know that without a doubt your partner is who you want across from you at the alter, and buried next to you when that time comes. Those of you who are afraid of losing your girl, or your boy, because they will be temporary away from you, just know that you can do it. With effort that same love will still be between the both of you and when they return to your waiting arms, that same love will be stronger. It will be stronger because you know what it is to live without each other and you’ll never want to experience it again.

To Those Who Hate Themselves:

Dear Friends,

Throughout my high school experienced I have noticed that depression and self-hatred strongly exists in the lives of teenagers, more than I ever would have thought. I have two friends that have attempted to commit suicide, two that have cut themselves, three that have wished they were dead, and probably others that I don’t even know about. When I see these people I never would have guessed that they hated themselves, or were upset; they are amazing people. So I may not have experienced this self-hatred myself, but I do know the effects it has on people, and that it happens.

I would like to start off by asking you to do something for me, and also yourself. I know talking about it is the last thing that you want to do but I have found with my friends that it has helped them greatly. Find someone you care about, and that cares about you. There is bound to be someone even if you think that there isn’t. Whether it be your parents, a close friend, or even a teacher, there is someone. Find someone you can trust and ask to talk to them privately. Tell them about your problems, and what you think about yourself; if you give them a chance they just might surprise you with some type of helpful advice.

Next you need to know that whatever is bothering you matters. I know a commonly said statement to sadness is, “it could be worse.” Although that may be right, it shouldn’t be said. If a problem is enough to make you upset then it is important, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I hate hearing people make fun of others because their problems are, “dumb” or “irrational.” It just makes matters worse.

Finally, and mostly, I want you to know that you aren’t alone. As I said in the intro, depression and self-hatred is occurs more often than you would think in our world. There are others out there that feel the same way you do. That you’re not good enough, that you’re too big, that you’re too weird, boring, ugly. That no one will ever love you so why should you love yourself. Well let me tell you that, that is a lie. We have a God who loves all of us. Who created us all the way he wanted, so to Him we are perfect. I know not everyone who reads this believes the same way I do so it’s not just God who loves us. Our parents, our friends, even our teachers. Even someone just walking down the same aisle of Walmart may look at you and wish they were you at the same time you wish you weren’t yourself. Even my baseball coach they other day pulled me aside and made sure that I knew that he loved me, and that he cared. Later that night he texted me to make sure that I knew he meant it. On the day of Prom he told us to be safe, and that if we did get in trouble to text him so he could drop everything and come get us to make sure we were alright. I cried after both of these examples. So even if you don’t know it someone loves and cares about you, someone wants to be you.

Know that you’re beautiful in you’re own way. I’ve never gotten much attention from anyone, because I’m different than everyone else, and I’m not that “good looking” by societies standards. Even though no one else thinks so, my girlfriend looks at me like I am a treasure. She looks at me like I am the greatest person in the world, and the most attractive guy she’s ever seen.I never thought anyone would ever look at me that way. There’s something beautiful about everyone. A quote that sticks with me ever since I heard the leg-less and arm-less man say it, he said, “If the world says your’e not good enough, get a second opinion.”

I ask you to put away the sharp edges you harm yourself with, throw away the pills, and say no to the alcohol. Push those self-harming and hatred thoughts from your mind because you deserve so much more than that. Let the teardrops on my keyboard prove to you that I care, that someone out there that cares about YOU.


A stranger who cares.