Monday, June 30, 2014

free write-eat us out of house and home

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Derrick and his dance 5.5 continued

There was a pink screen in the backdrop with white lights accentuating the four corners of the stage.  Even with the punk rock outfits on, they were still able to pull off that stiff walk, walk, walk forward like a mummy. Right, left right.

Then a dancer helped the tall Frankenstein on a cinder block.  Standing up there, he did a couple of mannequin poses right hand flamboyantly held out while the other hand on hip.  His green, stern face made the audience laugh, just seeing such a tall figure up on the block like that.   He did something even more courageous.  He jumped off and landed straight down on one hand while his two legs were up in the air like a skateboarder.  He jumped up on the block and his dancers below were walking around him some in slow motion each heel of their walk pushing down to the floor slowly while others were doing lounges to the ground their bent leg turning in and out four times in beat while, their big MC Hammer pants grazed the floor as they lounged exchanging steps to the right and left, eight walks forward.  Two dancers were walking towards the Frankenstein and they had one hand out as if they were holding guns and the Frankenstein tripped and fell and began doing a crab walk on his back his hind legs which helped him move away from his perpetrators who were slowing getting closer to him, until a change of the song told him he could get up and run.
Soon Frankenstein was up on his cinder block again while all the dancers brought blocks around him and sat giving him center stage.  They were bobbing their heads up and down pushing their fists up to their face as if they were grieving what they had done to him.  Frankenstein was doing an agonizing dance on top pulling his face every which way, spreading his arms out, as if he was asking someone to take him away.  The stage went black the same dancers disappeared.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

One minute Free Write

Description: Catchphrase of an insulting Rotweiler hand puppet named ...

Thursday, June 26, 2014

One minute Free Write

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

One minute free write

Five minute writing prompt

The scam artist
His eyes smiled.  She looks easy.  He approached her.  Excuse me.  Excuse me.  I know you heard me, why you walking away...My car broke down.  
Your car? Where is it?
Over there.  He pointed to a far off place.
I'll give you a jump.  She offers
Na, tried that.  I'm just gonna get on the bus.  If you can help me out with a couple dollars.  I work right over there.  He pointed to the Subway.  I've got my uniform in that Burger King, he points in the opposite direction.  
I got three dollars, let me give it to you.  Thank so much, you don't know how great that is.  Let me bring my uniform.  He starts walking towards the Burger King and comes back with uniform on hanger with a brief case. "Hey red eye" hollers his friend.  Obviously he lives in this neighborhood and is working his usual corner.  Damn, I've been scammed thinks the girl.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Three minute free write

Three Minute Free Write on a topic called Chasing books

Saturday, June 21, 2014

One minute writing promt

Three minute free write

Friday, June 20, 2014

derrick story part 5.5

Thursday, June 19, 2014

One minute free write

One minute free write
On the day Gerald decided he'd test the teacher's rules when the teacher said,"If you get up while I'm talking you could leave, bye, bye."  Much like the days of You ARE the Weakest Link, game show.  The student called out while she was talking, "You short, m!!@# @in' Bi^#@,"and the teacher said "Bye, bye, Do you need an escort?" No, I don't need no escort. " Than "bye, bye."

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Six minute writing prompt

Six minute writing prompt on a topic called
Her Diet
Her diet was extremely OCD.  She took off all the skin from her chicken, remove each pea from her fried rice.  Noodles with butter and no meat sauce.  Chocolate for days.  Sour cream and onion chips.  Where were the fruits? Where was the protein?  Where were all the things she needs?  On a good day, this same junk foodie chased and investigated the location of her boo.  The one who ran around town with a gang of his friends and a litter of girls.  The one she had loved and would fight for, if she had to.  And fight she did.  She sped down local streets at fifty miles an hour with her best friend next to her.  Her best friend braced herself for every sudden stop.  She had plans to find him and in return rip out the girl’s hair. A cat fight.  She’d like to give him a piece of her mind, but she couldn’t because the minivan served as her patrol car.  That made car chase much more humorous.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

10 minute writing prompt

Maria, a Columbian adoptee, worked with me at a coffee house.  She had this flirtatious manner about  her and it wasn't  till a month later when Cynthia came to work with us that I found out why she acted like this , "I am a lesbian, doncha know?” She said. I did not know.  I was quite naïve at the time about many things but with my continued employment at the down town  shop I learned many things, like why men ordered three dollar coffee drinks at 6am. Why they locked the bathroom doors after 6pm and how you could walk the city without touching a single street through the sky way. Maria helped me a day after I retired from the Caribou. 
 “I’ve got to move out,” I said to Maria, and move I did from a one bedroom efficiency on the edge of the U of M campus to an eight bedroom rooming house. The students did not mind me, as long as I went to class.  Maria was paranoid the first day she introduced me to the crew.  It was in the kitchen basement. They were cooking, commune style. The kitchen was the same as the one at work, square tiled floors and sinks big enough to hold a toddler. I mused around gazing at the cereals that were kept in dispensers.  All the oats and granola you could want.  "We eat primarily organic food here," she said, "but if you want to have a special meal cooked, you could get it approved ahead up time."  “Ahead of time,” I repeated.  She continued giving the tour. “Men's rooms are to the left of the stair case, women's to the right, although you’re allowed to mingle and chat whenever you want. Ain't that right Aaron?” She was in Aaron's room, and he sorta nodded yes.  I had not gathered how long my stay would be in this house and felt embarrassed, temporarily, by Maria’s introduction as if I’d have to be on my best behavior for my continued admittance in the house.  For as Maria put it we’d have a house meeting in seven days and she’d propose the idea of my staying on as a border.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Five minute Writing prompt

Sunday, June 15, 2014

10 minute Free Write #Granddaughter#mopeds#hells angels

10 minute Free Write on a topic called #Dear Granddaughter, (#happy father's day)
Granddaughter,                                                                                                                                   I’ve been meaning to tell you this but now it’s too late, I’m resting in the space above the sky.  I was living like a saint when you came along.  I tried to be that model person in your life, but when you weren’t watching I was rallying it up with the hell’s angels.  I knew but I couldn’t resist. Oh the fun we had, chasing down gangsters and getting ourselves into bar fight riding our mopeds even on rainy nights when the roads were slick. But I wasn’t afraid, my bike was water resistant and that’s not the half of it you see when I wasn’t having those grandfather obligations with out, old timers brunches, cards and TV nights. I was with the angels.  We rode through the night and got into a tight spot with the ring leader.  It turned nasty and till this day I have brass knuckle scares in forbidden places.  Yes, I may have moonlighted as a cub deli man, but when I wasn’t handing out salami to the queens of grocery, I was handing out slugs to the queens of punches.

Five minute writing prompt


Friday, June 13, 2014

10 minute Free Write

Three minute writing prompt

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Seven minute free Write

A seven minute free write on a topic called
Her mother makes it better.
 "Her mother makes it better."  "Oh yeah, we'll see about that!" called out the snotty girl in pigtails chasing after a red dodge ball in the playground.  "My mom makes it better and I can prove it!"   "Oh yeah, she repeats, "Oh yeah", said her school mate chasing after her benevolently, her breath seizing and her legs twisting and turning to keep up.  "What's your mom call it?  Better than puke cake?"  Teased the pigtails.  "No, I'll have you know that its called better than Robert Redford?"
"Robert Redford?  Whose that your mom's boyfriend?"  "Shut up", she flinched and tossed her hand out, barely grazing the girl's cheek and the girl looked back flushed and awestruck. A backhand to her face." A backhand! Why you little"...
"Christine, Christine!" Let's go! Your brother's got soccer practice and I don't have time for this."
Christine wiped her still red flushed face tossing a look of scorn at Huffy face before she ran to her minivan.  Threw her ball in and shoved her tongue out for one last snarl at Huffy before her mother drove off at a menacing pace.
The girl picked up her own ball and thought of puke cake.  Her mother made the best cake,everyone knew that!  So did the book club and her sister and her brothers who smoothed the chocolate pudding whisks across their tongues during her mother's final cake making steps.  "Who wants to lick the cream cheese?"  Huffy was always first.  "Can I lick the back as well?"  

"Let your brother, you had your chance."  Her mother's face was shifting towards the bowls contents.  She had already pressed the walnut crust to the pan, baked it to three fifty and was adding the cream cheese with a clean spatula.  "I'll have you know that your grandma made this, the best."  She said, eyeing the Redford.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Five minute free write

 Five minute free write on how to help the poor without risking their pride.
He helped the beggar.
He left large numbers of ones on the highway ramp.
He rolled up extra newspapers at the library and built a makeshift home from boxes.
A home so uniquely built it had its own sewage drain.
The man put a small food stand at the shelter with a carry out popcorn machine.
He gave the poor extra plastic bags from his Walmart.
He built a stand next to the Cans so the bags could easily be reached.
The man helped the poor by giving them small soap bars, napkins, disposable items from the dollar store.
"Easy enough", he said.
He used all the resources he could find, observed them outside the Drake and found their favorite hang-outs.
Built a library onto their shelter so they could save money for the bus.
He bought them their own air conditioner, turned it on HIGH blast, so it kept the whole place cool, even on lonely nights when the roaches took refuge and when the crack heads ran out of crack.
Everyone needs to sleep.
And there
He would sleep
Amongst them.
His hammock tied right beside their cots.
His sandals right next to their suitcases.
And his jacket right next to their shopping carts.
Tomorrow would be a new day, for the Tired.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

One minute Writing Prompt

One minute writing prompt on a topic called:
Bound to get noticed at the gym
Walking backwards on the treadmill
Kids running on the wrap around track
and then entering it and exiting it as they please
What's bound to get attention is 70's exercise clothes with leggings that grab at the FUPA area
Doing Chin-ups on machines that aren't made for them
Yelling out during the entirety of an aerobics class as if it were a Sunday at  a Baptist church
AMEN sista'!
I can do it
Yes, it burns
What gets noticed is mentioning how your saddlebag butt hurts during a muscle stretch class.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Five minute writing prompt

Two minute Writing prompt

Sunday, June 8, 2014

    Two minute Writing prompt                                                                                                            You walk into your house and it’s completely different–furniture, decor, all changed. And nobody’s home.
My home has changed somehow.  
Seems bigger emptier, 
nobody's home.
Now normally I like that
 Throw on some tunes and dance across the cool, hard wood floors.
 Fifty feet dimensions all my own space.
 But today its different.  
Boxes lie here and there.  
Prices are placed among items.
 I've been wandering how someone else's organization skills have turned my own items into a masterpiece.  
Quite seriously!
For the difference between some of our most prized possessions is my association with them.  My makeshift side table isn't special because its worth five dollars.  Its special because i spilled coffee on it numerous times and decided that a plastic,clear three piece drawer is better suited in my bedroom than my living room.  Or my suitcases are better stacked on my red coca cola chairs than neatly placed in the closet.

Writing with obstacles

I Fell down yesterday and I thought about all the things I wouldn't be able to do if i was placed in a body cast once again, mind you I've broken my leg three times.

Things you can't do when your in a body cast

see above the counter
play a variety of gym sports
go to your friends' house
have easy access through a door frame
go through the woods fast with easy
navigate concerts and stairways
enjoy all the theme park rides

Friday, June 6, 2014

Five minute writing prompt

One minute writing prompt

One minute writing prompt

Today I decided that I will not

Thursday, June 5, 2014

One minute writing prompt

One minute writing prompt on a topic called
Making enemies
Making enemies, she did it often.  It was sort of a game to her.  She'd toss a coke an at a driver's windshield for missing a stop sign.  She'd string long wads of gum through her fingers and then leave them on door screens of beauty shops.  She'd tell the Jenny craig ladies that artificial veggie sticks were healthy only by the bagful.  She'd label a bag DON'T TOUCH-CHOCOLATE BROWNIES and they'd be filled with cow shit.  

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Two minute writing prompt

Two minute writing prompt on a topic entitled
Traded places with my bully
I traded places with the loud mouth.  The one who acts like Obama's advisor.  I paraded around the work place and acted like a know it all, got in people's faces, told them everything about my personal life.  It was fun being her.  I did some two steps around the job, shook my tail feather, wore some inappropriate jeans and a low cut blouse on casual Friday.  

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Writing prompt

One minute writing prompt

One Minute Writing prompt on the topic

Monday, June 2, 2014

one minute writing prompt


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