Thursday, October 23, 2014

The Drama That Binds Your Soul

There are times when drama sneaks into your world. Life has a way of granting such misfortune. There comes a time when you need to look for something different in life. Space will not always be the answer you can go thousand milesand you'll never be far enough away the drama will find you. 

Monday, October 20, 2014

Meh

Nope not even sure what I mean by that title. It's just a title. Nothing of much importance for sure. But what exactly is in a title? It has to grab your readers attention doesn't it? Yes one would think it should. Making the title fit your story is another thing. It has to be right for the story you're writing. 

So many choices to go when it comes down to a title. Make it memorable and make it strong. 

Sunday, October 19, 2014

To Each Their Own

It was a rather cold day out. Snow was falling to the ground. Trees toppled over from extreme force.

It was a typical December.

The people on the small island of Toutu didn't have a chance for escape. They had been dropped there by a madman with a gun.

There had been much panic and commotion about. It was only at their deepest fears that the people decided to work with one another. They had one thing in common. Survival. 

Amusement

The part about life that amused George the most was how death would take hold of people no matter what. He wasn't afraid of death, George knew it was only a natural part of life. People are born, they live to an old age, and they die.

George was afraid of the actual process of dying. When his time was up, he didn't want to go in a painful manner.

To George, there were two ways of dying. You could either die peacefully or painfully. The peaceful way was more appealing to him. It was the typical type of death, going to bed at night saying your prayers and you slump over. The painful method, well that was what he feared. George always imagined himself being impaled by something. Death was not something he looked at lightly. It would eventually come for him, he just hoped it wasn't that bad.

The day Death did show up had taken George by surprise. He neither got his wish or his fear but found there was a third way of dying. Something that had never crossed George's path.

I had all happened in an instant.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

You Can Never Be Sure

Never ever. There is no way of telling what you see is real. You can just never be sure. Personally I wish there was a way to be certain of something. Be sure that what was out there in life. That it was tangible and real.

There's just no way of telling what is real... what is fake. What if you never know?

So many questions.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Figured out the title for another story to write

Ever have one of those days where you want to write something ... profound? You start to write it and end up writing gibberish. Well to you it's gibberish. So you scrap the story and begin again.

Yep, that's where I am somedays. I've had a story idea floating around in my head for a while now. I finally figured out the title for it. I'm debating on writing it here in this blog... but I don't want people to think I've lost it. Ya know, 'cause if you're writing something on your blog, people might think that's actually how you feel about life or whatever. Don't need that following me around.

I'll have to give it some thought on how I want to present the material.

So yep, there's that.

Kinda excited about it!

Friday, October 10, 2014

What is this life you speak of?

Ah the age old question... what is this life you speak of? It's quite the question indeed. Even moreso for the person asking the question. It was not an easy question to ask, but for John he needed to know.

You see, John was born out in the middle of the universe. With no family to call his own, for they had all died in a disaster, he was on his own. It would be some time before John would learn the truth about his family. But that is another story for another time.

He first came upon the Earthlings months after crashing in the middle of a desert. Good for him, he didn't need to drink water or else I suppose he would have died. From where John came from, water was a luxury. The people had come use to, that is they managed to adapt to life without it. He did just fine without water just well here on Earth.

When he first crashed, John didn't have a name. That name was given to him by a local diner worker. He had walked in, almost stark naked, and she asked what his Johnson was doing almost hanging out. He liked the name John and went with it.

Her name was Kathy. She wasn't the most pretty of creatures, but John grew to like her. She ran the diner by day and a speakeasy at night. Drinking had been prohibited during the 20s, which was the time John happened to land in.

John helped Kathy out with the speakeasy. He managed to avoid the law once or twice even. That is until they eventually booked him one lonely evening. The police were afraid of what he was. They didn't quite understand the purple blood that oozed form his skin, or the third eye emerging out from his forehead. They sent him downtown where he was to remain until the late 40s when others like him tried to help him escape.

That didn't go too well. They all died and John was left to fend for himself along with the other aliens the government had collected over the years.

What is this life indeed. John still wonders that to this day. He's long forgotten about attempting to escape this planet. That, shall we say, is for another lifetime.