Y 2 K

Published May 22, 2016 in Mickey - 0 Comments

Y2K

The spirits had spoken to both competing sisters.

The instructions were clear.

Prepare for the end of days.

Gather firewood and canned food.

Leave Mickey in Brooklyn.

Tell him you’ve had enough, that you are taking the children to a shelter.

Then take a Greyhound to Orlando.

This comes directly from “Spirit”, not from us.

We meet Mickey. And things immediately get interesting.

Maria, the mother of his kids, is close to her family.

And, as you can see, they got caught up in that whole year 2000 end of the world nonsense.

Running Amok

Published May 22, 2016 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Running Amok

I got this thing that tells me I need a Winnebago.

When I have that, everything will be cool.

I won’t have to pay rent.

No one can tell me what to do.

I can work when I want to and not have to be Mr. Perfect all the time.

I’ll drink whenever I’m thirsty.

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The term “running amok”, apparently comes from the Malay language and translates to epic craziness against people or objects by one individual followed by a period of brooding (remorse perhaps?).

It’s actually a syndrome found in the DSM-4 (The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders).

So there’s a diagnosis code for Amok. If you were a doctor, you could bill for it and insurance might just cover your patient’s spree.

I could be wrong, but it appears that alcohol may be involved in this particular example.

Choose Carefully

Published May 22, 2016 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

When selecting a superhero, here's a few important things: Mild Invulnerability. Too much power is always a disaster. Some Degree of Mixed Breeding. Half mutant is always good. An Absurd Power or Two. Like little wings on the ankles. We like that. Ambiguous Hero/Villiain Status. Aren't we all just a little conflicted?

When selecting a superhero, here’s a few important things:

Mild Invulnerability.

Too much power is always a disaster.

Some Degree of Mixed Breeding.

Half mutant is always good.

An Absurd Power or Two.

Like little wings on the ankles.

We like that.

Ambiguous Hero/Villiain Status.

Aren’t we all just a little conflicted?

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I have no explanation for this one.

Just had the idea, thinking about why I like the Submariner and then had some fun with it.

Story Time

Published May 22, 2016 in On Writing , Ruth - 0 Comments

Literally ripped from the neurons, where it has lived for years. It's still just fiction. Yes, some of it may be based on something. But, like most memories it has been rebuilt, embellished and things have been changed. Yours, too, are not free of invention. As Ruth is fond of saying, "It's all an illusion."

Literally ripped from the neurons, where it has lived for years.

It’s still just fiction.

Yes, some of it may be based on something.

But, like most memories, it has been rebuilt, embellished and things have been changed.

Your, too, are not free of invention.

As Ruth is fond of saying, “It’s all an illusion.”

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It’s all a fiction, which is written by your perception of what’s going on around you.

This, in turn, is influenced by your automatic thinking (default neural pathways).

Unless, of course, you live in a war zone, in which case you’re probably being forced to live someone else’s interpretation of events.

And that could be a dark narrative.

But Ruth doesn’t live in a war zone. She’s fortunate.

Make Believe

Published May 22, 2016 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Sometimes you can just pretend things away. The debts, out of sight out of mind. The ex, never happened the way she portrayed it. The children, they're storybook perfect. The illness, your spirit can never be defeated by it. Asked with concern, "How are you doing?" "I don't know, you tell me, you're the doctor."Make BelieveSometimes you can just pretend things away.

The debts, out of sight out of mind.

The ex, never happened the way she portrayed it.

The children, they’re exceeding expectations.

The illness, your spirit can never be defeated by it.

Asked with concern, “How are you doing?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, you’re the doctor.”

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I guess that could be called denial.

Though this person is asking the doctor for a reality check.

Is that a joke? Asking the doctor to tell him how he’s feeling.

Hazel

Published May 19, 2016 in Ophelia - 0 Comments

Hazel

Not quite brown.

And not really green.

A little abstract painting in each one.

Intelligent and plaintive.

Saw a tear leap out like a fish jumping.

Yet  joy is clearly visible when you smile.

Could spend all afternoon and evening,

looking for a place to rest inside them.

Quiet when you gaze back at me.

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Experimenting with that digital camera again. Love the way it creates distortion with movement. Hazel eyes are beautiful. I’m actually thinking of another character here, but we’ll wait to introduce her. It’s enough to see how much she is adored.

Lonely Heart’s Club

Published May 19, 2016 in Jimmy , LA Stories - 0 Comments
"Some people are destined to never find love." he said at age 14. Soon he met a young lady who wore flower printed dresses. Together they drank cheap wine behind the bleachers and ran around the football field like maniacs. "I really need to stop smoking" , he said, as she threw her arms around him.

A 55 word story about teenage love. Sweet kid, that Jimmy.

“Some people are destined to never find love.” he said at age 14.

Soon he met a young lady who wore flower printed dresses.

Together they drank cheap wine behind the bleachers and ran around the football field like maniacs.

“I really need to stop smoking” , he said, as she threw her arms around him.

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Bless Jimmy’s heart. He really is a sweet kid. Wondering about the parents, of course. Some kids just get started early. The youth of today ain’t what it youth to be.

Minimalist Pack Rat

Published May 19, 2016 in On Writing - 0 Comments

I only save the important things Reflections, dreams and things to remember her by. There's clutter, but it's intentional. There's piles, but they're strategic. Always a method to the mess. I can let go. But I don't, just in case. What if the need arises? I'll be ready and inspiration will be quick and merciless.

I only save the important things

Reflections, dreams and things to remember her by.

There’s clutter, but it’s intentional.

There’s piles, but they’re strategic.

Always a method to the mess.

I can let go.

But I don’t,  just in case.

What if the need arises?

I’ll be ready and inspiration will be quick and merciless.

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This story is pure fiction. My office looks nothing like that. I’m very organized, almost pathologically so. I don’t have any piles, I always put away my laundry and I’m great at throwing things away. I even make my bed. No hoarding tendencies, at all.

Wait A Minute

Published May 18, 2016 in Barbosa - 0 Comments
What child really likes living on the run? Sure, it was non-stop action and there were times when they had fun, but they could never build freindships or a foundation. Instead developing rather dubious skills. As dear old Dad was running his game. Barbosa wanted to do something and decided bowling was tonight's feildtrip.

A 55 word story about children living on the run. Asking what kind of life is that?

What child really likes living on the run?

Sure, it was non-stop action and there were times when they had fun,

but they could never build friendships or a foundation.

Developing rather dubious skills.

Especially when dear old Dad is running his game.

Barbosa wanted to do something and decided bowling was the thing.

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Picking up the thread of the comment that the kids didn’t really care and they liked living on the run. That’s Barbosa’s craziness.

It wasn’t all root beer floats and cotton candy.

 

Knuckle Schmuck

Published May 18, 2016 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Because knuckle head is not quite insulting enough. Knuckle schmucks are just complete putzes. Worthy of contempt. The mindless, clueless men (and women) who populate the world of government jobs and bureaucracy. "The knuckle schmuck at the DMV." The Post Office is a breeding ground for knuckle schmucks." Was he bitter? In a word, yes.

Because knucklehead is not quite insulting enough.

Knuckle schmucks are just complete putzes.

Worthy of our contempt.

The mindless, clueless men (and) women who populate the world of government jobs and bureacracy.

“The knuckle schmucks at the DMV.”

“The post office is a breeding ground for knuckle schmucks.”

Was he biter?

In a word, yes.

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I thought this was an absurdly funny insult.

Language is a living thing. It’s always changing and evolving. Sometimes you need to develop new terms to describe things.

Another thing that’s important, in my humble opinion, is that when you introduce something that it gets introduced for a reason.

We’ll be using this term again. And we’ll let you know who “he” is.

But until then, you may want to try it on for size. Or not.