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Friday, 6 January 2017 12:47
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Got up this morning and made cookies with icing. It felt nice to bake again. GRanma dropped me off at the library where I watched Frequency, a CW TV show where a woman speaks to her father on ham radio through time. He is in 1996 and she's in 2016 where they work together to catch a killer. It's a bittersweet beautiful story. I'm also working The Creeping by Alexandra Sirowy. It's a haunting tale of a teenager who is a witness to a girl disappearing. It's not until years later she discovers it's a monster that killed her. It's a terrifying tale really. Written way better than I can explain it right now. It's nice to relax before I am whizzed off to vocational school next week. I can't wait to start work. I want to work as hard as I can at this then work on getting a real job in the kitchen. I'll keep you posted. For now I'm off to sipping tea and reading a stack of books.


Thursday, 5 January 2017 14:25
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"How long have we been running?" Tim asked while yanking off a twisted set of thorns from off his leg. Anne pressed her watch and a glow lit up a tiny section of the dark forest. "4:20 am." she said "It's been about two hours." Tim nodded, allowing himself to inhale and exhale. Small drops of blood dropped off his leg but he ignored the pain.

"That was scary as hell man." Anne said wiping away a tear. "I mean what kind of cop shoots another one?" Timothy looked over at Anne's worried expression. He just wanted to hold her, let her know everything would be okay but he couldn't. He didn't even know himself. He crossed his arms and swallowed. "Let's keep going." he muttered. "

"Why are we running? I mean can't we just throw the oxy out? Get another stash later?" Anne asked. Timothy shot her a look.

"Are you kidding me? If we drop it those other cops looking for us are going to find it and use it to track us." he kicked a stone "We'll sell it."

"Yeah it's worth a $20." Anne said.

They pushed the branches away, slapped away bugs and kept trudging through the forest floor. Tim's anger kept rising. He was just an amauter high school dealer. He didn't deserve this. His memory wandered...

Anne handed Timothy a $20. "That's $500 we got so far." she whispered to him. Tim handed a wild eyed, skittish teenager a bag. The boy snatched it and ran off like a rabid dog. Stupid people. Tim thought. Anne smiled. "I like the alley you picked behind the school." She looked at the graffiti. "There's character here." All the sudden, two police cars came wailing to the scene. Tim and Anne tried to run. "Hands in the air!" A woman officer yelled. Reluctantly, they both stopped and raised their hands. The second one got out the car and shot his partner. Blood went flying as the red headed woman hit the ground. "What the hell man?" Tim screamed as they started sprinting again. Unfortunately, the older man caught up too easily. The officer pointed a gun to them. "Hand me the money." he said. They backed up against the wall in disbelief. Finally, Tim threw him the wad of $500. The bills danced around the man as he smiled an evil smile. "That's all we made before you came youfreak!"Anne shouted. The officer picked up the bills off the broken sidewalk. "You girls stay good now." he grinned then he got back in the car and drove off.

Anne felt a root at her foot and tripped, her head hitting a rock. "Ow!" she cried. Tim snatched her up. "Shut up." he said. He pointed ahead. It was a town just a few feet away. Tim picked off a leaf from his sweater. "There's a Motel 8 over there. Looks cheap. Let's go!" Anne said. They shot through and made it to the lobby.

The door dinged as it opened. "Can I help you?" An older Asian man said. He adjusted the business cards and coffee cups. "Sure, we need a room." Anne said as she plopped down a credit card. He swiped without hesitation. "Where'd you get that?" Tim hissed. "My mom." she whispered. They reached the hotel room. There were two flimsy beds with the thinnest comforter imaginable with dressers and a TV with three channels. But it was better than nothing. Suddenly, Anne's cell phone rang. "I told you to toss that out!" Tim said with anger heating up his face. "Whatever." Anne huffed. She pressed the green button. She recognized the voice immediately. It was her exe's dad. A police.

"Anne don't hang up," he said "We've got cars coming to you but we saw the incident on the street camera. If you guys come in and answer all our questions, we'll forget all about the deal. All we need is your testimony." "You're liars." Anne hissed. The voice on the other line grew soft. "Anne, we're not lying to you. You're the only witness to this." Anne thought for a minute. "Who is it?" Tim growled. Anne tapped her fingers on the drawer then snatched the oxy out of Tim's pocket and flushed it down the toilet. "Hey! What are you doing? That's a $20!" he yelled. "You've got it." Anne said to the other line. "We're safe." she mouthed to Tim. "I'm never doing this again. We're going home."

Thoughts Twisted

Thursday, 5 January 2017 14:23
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Thoughts spinning around mind

Dripping down the spine

Rattling around the ribcage

Into a heart of gold

Finding Eden

Thursday, 5 January 2017 14:16
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Finding Eden

The waves beat him down. Still, Jacob kept on rowing with each twist and turn the boat took. Beneath him, he could feel the boat cracking. "Help! Help me!" he screamed out to no one. Suddenly, he felt himself tumbling into the torture of cutting, splintering wood and monsterous, painful waves. The torn apart boat was searing through him. He blacked out.

He woke up to find sand in his throat and mouth. Coughing it out each searing second, he limped onward. Where was he? He kept limping towards an empty field. Out of nowhere, a horse trotted up to him, nuzzled him then with his teeth, picked him up and placed him on his back. "Hey! Put me down!" he shouted. The horse just took off with a roar of hoofbeats echoing in their ears. He squeezed his eyes shut as terror ignited through his body, coursing to his hands that immediately snatched the horse's mane.

The horse laid him down gently in a gently flowing stream. The cooling waters soothed him and suddenly, he felt his legs heal. What in the world? he thought. All the deep, sickening cuts had vanished! Jacob backed out the water in fright. Where am I? Am I dead? The horse he looked up at only neighed in approval. It placed him on his back and they headed deeper into the forest.

The trees offered a welcoming shade. The cool air, birds singing and gentle sway of the horse lulled him to sleep. Fifteen minutes later, the horse stopped. "Wh-hat?" he stammered. In the trees, a bird and a squirrel were sharing nuts together. A lion and a lamb were sleeping beside each other. Jacob reached out and touched an owl who was caring for a mouse. A wolf howled and he felt a sense of dread. He looked up however to see a wolf was helping a deer climb up a steep set of rocks on a hill.

"Where am I?" he asked himself. All he knew was he was hungry. Jacob's legs ran to a tree in the distance and yanked off a peach. It was the sweetest fruit he had ever tasted. He laughed. So what if he died? This was heaven!

The horse suddenly snatched him back on his back. "Where are we going?" Jacob protested. "Let me go!" It seemed within moments, they were back at the sandy beach. The horse nudged him forward as his heart sank. Before him was a wooden boat. He had to go back. He looked to the field where he saw waving tall grass usher in a feeling of safety. A jaguar with a goat playing there seem to look at him with a message. All the fowls and creeping animals stopped to look at him with a look that seemed to say "Please keep our secret." His eyes filled with tears as he picked up his paddle. He would. After all, it was the place he felt inner peace, showing him a truth about himself he never understood. He was valuable. A bird flew overhead and cawed a long, sad caw. At this, he rowed away into the peaceful waves that guided him home.

Beyond The Door

Thursday, 5 January 2017 14:14
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I touch the door handle

I feel the electricity flow through my fingers, numbing me.

Something powerful

Something amazing

Something terrible is beyond the door

I brush away the vines hovering over it

The heaviness creaks as I pull it open

Finally a light overtakes my eyes

And I stand in awe

Something powerful

Something amazing

Something terrible is beyond the door


Wednesday, 4 January 2017 18:34
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We reach out and feel

Past the bars

Past the cage that seals

In our minds

A mind that reels every day of trouble

But holds on to hope

So I reach out past the cold

Past the bars of steel

To touch a light as it bounces away

Ping pong, ping pong

I swear it has wings

Is this even real?

The Titanic

Wednesday, 4 January 2017 18:11
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Last year in December Mom took me to see a Titanic museum in Orlando. It was interesting yet sad. At one point, I stopped and touched a piece of metal off the Titanic and it was errie. It's sad how something can go wrong so fast.

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