Mr. Potato Head - Free Write

Mr. Potato Head - Free Write

            There sat the lonely little Mr. Potato Head. All his friends and family had left the sack, one by one, and now he sat there alone and waits. He lays there, abandoned, in the darkness, waiting for someone to come take him away. He knew he was the last one left because of his slight disorder, but it wasn't his fault, it's not like he could help the way he grew up.

             It all started on a small Idaho farm, where the nicest human he had ever known took great care of him. Mr. Potato Head grew up with twenty other potato friends on that farm. He remembered it just like it was yesterday. First, the farmer put them all into the ground for a mud bath, supposedly those things like to smooth out the skin. Then he would bring water to us every day, and sometimes he'd bring medicine along too, I think they called it...fertilizer!

             After awhile I remember breaking through the soil, the first time I felt that warm sun on my toasty body was like heaven. Well, I guess in reality it was amazing like heaven, but hot like hell! Whenever I popped out of the ground, the farmers dog ran up, slobber falling on my from his mouth, his fur sheading all over me, and then out of no where I felt his razor sharp teeth dig into me and tear a chunk off. The farmer came running over, yelling at the dog that almost killed me. Picking me up he repaired my wounds and cleaned me up so that I could still be sold for profit.

             Now that brings me here, this empty, dark, cold bag, all alone, waiting to be chosen. I blame my situation on that dang dog that got me where I am today.  

How Do You Know?

How Do You Know?

How are you supposed to define the people in your life?

Acquaintances, friends, best friends, or more.

Lovers, brothers, those right in your core.

 

How do you know your trust can rest there?

What about the liars, the hiders, the two faced galore.

 

Trust is a key thing we cant just ignore.

 

Who's to say what choices are best for us?

20/20 vision is just a thing of the past.

Hold on to your heart and stay true to yourself.

No one can say one way is better than the rest.

 

We don't know outcomes or what could of been

All we know are the choices we make and the results that follow them.  



Life - free write

Life- Free Write 

         Life just seems like a running stop watch. Where time is just continuing to run, no breaks or pauses, no living in the moment. There's no time to stop and smell the roses, that's just an inconvenience no one has time to deal with. The stress is in the realization that the future and responsibility is coming, there's no way to avoid it. Soon we all have to take the reigns and jump in, hoping what we have been taught growing up, will be enough to sustain. That the ways our parents and role models, the people we look towards in times of need and in times of joy, will lead us to become the people we want to be in the future.

        College starts soon and high school will be no more. The people we have been around and grown so close to soon will be no where to be found. It's this that saddens me most of all, not the new school, making friends, and loss of what I've always know. It's the loss of great friends, the separation that will soon be so real. Friendships full of secrets and memories that can never be stolen away. Going from seeing each other every day for years to being spread out and only coming together once a year. My friends are my entertainment, my joy through the school days.

        New things are now to come. Responsibility becomes all so real. Debt is the devil, that so many will give into, staying strong and smart will be hardest of it all. Debt is inevitable, but the reward is close in sight. Finishing strong will payoff when it's all said and done. Work hard now, so in the future you can relax. Success should be the thing ahead of us, driving our emotions to succeed and carry us along.

Fantasy Love

Fantasy Love

        Sitting there on the plane headed to Paris, Sydney dreamed of the love she hoped to find. She wanted someone to come in and sweep her off her feet; to make her feel like no one else has ever done; to call her baby and tell her how beautiful she is, even when she's just wearing no make up and sweats.

         Pulling out her new book, promoted to her by her best friend, Sydney flipped to the last page she had left off on. The book was called "Simple Love" which was ironic in Sydney's opinion. There was no such thing as simple love, that was just a fantasy; a fairytale, the reality was love was hard to find, and difficult, lots of work and fights, barely making it through.

         Reading  through five pages about an intense love screen, Sydney's mind wandered off as she began to slip away. Soon she was in a new place; a fantasy. She watched herself live a perfect life. She saw herself waking up in an elegant off white master bedroom like you'd imagine a queen living in. Next to her laid a handsome muscular man that she had never seen before, he had dark brown hair and deep-set hazel eyes.  

           She watched the man and herself, the way they reacted to each other and the vibe both of their bright smiles gave off. She could see the love radiating off them, and how he starred passionately at her like his eyes were making love to her, as if there was never a more beautiful girl. She saw the joy he was bringing to herself, the way he was making her laugh and the true joy she could see in herself. She watched as he tackled her to the floor, tickling her, and heard the screams she squealed of laughter as her got her. It was the happiest she had ever seen herself and it brought true joy as she saw the dream from a distance.

           Hearing the flight attendants voice come across the speaker, Sydney snapped back from her beautiful fantasy. Her heart sinking at the realization that it wasn't a reality made her feel determined to find love. She wanted that feeling, that kind of love she had just seen. No matter what she was determined to make it happen, to have that fairytale love, in "the city of love."

My Faith

My Faith

You stole my beating heart

It was something like an art

 

Like a thief in the night

I didn't stand a fight

 

The way you came around

You kept me safe and sound

Like angel from the skies

You'll be my faith tonight

90 Seconds

90 Seconds

         Crawling into bed, I closed my window curtains trying to shut out the outside world. The TV blared through the thin wall that separated my apartment room, from the one next door. Slowly I felt myself drift away.

          Drip...drip...drip...I heard the water slowly falling into the metal sink. Getting up to turn it off, I looked around at the unfamiliar scenery. I found the bathroom door and pushed it open to see a jail like decor. A metal toilet and sink with a small rectangular mirror was all it consisted of. Reaching over to the sink, I turned the nob to stop the dripping.

         Turning to walk out of the bathroom, I pushed the door open to a dimly lit , open warehouse type room, where two waiting chairs sat facing another more higher class chair, lined up at a desk where an antique Dell computer sat. Walking over, I sat down in the chair facing the computer and began searching through the data that was on the screen. Looking through, I realized it was some kind of experiment on two patients. One named John Everet and the other was my name.

          Jumping up at this sight, I didn't know how to react. I hadn't signed up for any type of experiment. I had no idea what was going on. Looking around the warehouse room, I spotted a huge white boardfull of math problems and statistics that a genius must have wrote, I was unable to follow along with any of it. Having to man up and be smart about this, I ran towards a huge white curtain that was blocking the front door. Pushing the curtain to the side, I twisted the door nob and pushed it open.

      Suddenly I was faced with a tall, buff, black man. All of a sudden I was waking back up in one of the patients chair, my head throbbing, and blood drifting from my mouth. Machines were now hooked up to my arms through IVs. To my right stood the man that had been at the front door, he was stoned face and unmoving, just watching me. On my other side was another man in a long white lab coat, wearing blue gloves. Turning to me, he smiled a frightening, dirty toothed grin. In a raspy voice I heard him whisper, "This wont hurt one bit," as he flipped on the machine and liquid from the plastic bag started dripping into my IVs.

       Screaming, and jumping up, I woke up in my comfy bed and sighed at the relief of the fact that it had all been just a dream.  

Yours Truly

Yours Truly

         Written in lipstick on the wall were the words, "yours truly, Cat Woman" with claw marks running across the crimson red words. This wasn't the first murder the police had found with this signature on the wall, there had been three others as well in the 20 mile radius.

        Examining the words, the police tried to come up with suspects and find all they could based on the lipstick and hand writing. They also began searching the house for any fingerprints or clues that might have been accidently left somewhere. Finishing the search, the police ended up leaving the house empty handed and with no leads on who might have been the mastermind behind these murders.

***







        Laying in bed, starring up at the ceiling where her victim's and prey's pictures were tapped up, Cat Woman smiled to herself. The feelings that over took her when she killed were the sensations that fueled her. It was the only thing that kept her "sane." Now she didn't go around just killing anyone, she did like to base her choices on her morals.

         Looking up she examined the picture of her next victim, police Captain Sergae; aka: her father's friend, partner, betrayer, and then murderer. He had been her fathers best friend, and they went into the police force together, her dad had always been slightly better than Sergae whose jealousy of her father was quite obvious. After getting mixed in with the wrong group, Sergae framed her father and killed him, clamming that it was in self defense, that he had switched sides on the force. No one questioned it, everyone believed Sergae and praised him for stopping her father before he did something insane, little did they know, the real trader was the one receiving the praise.

        She knew though, she had always known there was something about Sergae she didn't trust, and now she was going to take matters into her own hand, avenge her fathers death. She had waited years to get back at Sergae and much planning to be sure it's done right and bullet proof.

***

        A week later, having everything finally set up and planned out, Cat Woman's drive and anxiousness was at its highest. She refused to let anyone get in her way today, patience was becoming hard for her to control. Finding out the captain's schedule, she knew his exact where-abouts for the day. Sneaking up to his car in the parking garage of the biggest bank in town while he was in side for his monthly meeting, Cat Woman placed her home made bomb under it, set to go off at 12:10, ten minutes after he gets out of his meeting; the time she had watched him arrive at the car for the past three months.

        After having everything in place and set up, Cat Woman walked back to the entrance of the bank for the parking garage. Waiting patiently; trying to look calm and normal, Cat Woman watched the innocent people walking in and out of the building. Pulling out a cigarette, Cat woman leaned against the wall, making it look acceptable for her to be standing there.

        Seeing an adorable little girl, spinning around her mother as they headed to the door, her blue and white dress flowing around her as she spun and the bright, innocent smile spread across her face, where her hair was swept across from the momentum of her spins and jumping around, Cat Woman smiled. It reminded her of herself as a young girl, the innocence she once had before she realized the evil the world possessed. Watching the young girl until she was out of her view, Cat Woman snapped back into reality and the purpose for her being there.

       Looking down at her watch she read 12:05, realizing the Captain would be heading out any minute, she put out her cigarette and watched the doors, anxiety sweeping over her. Seeing the sliding doors open up, she watched the Captain head towards his car. A smile spread across Cat Woman's face. Reaching the car, about to pull open the door, a sweet voice from the sliding doors yelled out: "Daddy! Daddy!" Out of no where the sweet, innocent girl appeared, arms open, with a grin spread across her whole face. She began running towards her dad, who still stood by the car, face lit up with joy at the little girl running towards him. Cat Woman's heart dropped at this sight, she couldn't let this innocent girl get hurt, not today, not because of her and this stupid grudge she held.

        "NOOOOO!!" Cat Woman screamed out as the young girl reached her daddy's arms.

         Looking back, the Captain and child looked at Cat Woman, running towards them with her arms stretched out. Grabbing the Captains jacket, she began to pull him away from the car, his daughter in his arms. Suddenly the ground shook and the bomb went off, smoke filled the area and cries were herd, the three of them hit the dirt. 

***

        "Well, looks like there is three dead and four injured. We've identified two of them, it was Captain Sergae and his daughter. There was a woman with them, not sure who she was, she had no finger prints or identification on her..."