Friday, July 25, 2014

Two minute free write on The School

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Compulsive Steal 5

10 minute Free Write

"Yes, I remember saying that," said Kelly. "When I walked there the first time, I thought for sure I seen a ghost of a child teetering on a see-saw, but it was a hot day I could have been hallucinating; what with the fresh smelling cement." Kelly continued to describe his account.
"I know I should have turned away once I heard a boom inside but the place had a hypnotizing effect on me. It was red and had an organized feel to it, so I stepped inside. I felt at home at that junk yard compared to any other junk yard I had ever been to. It reeked of dirt, dust and grime. It wasn't like most junk yards which were dark and forlorn. No this place was exciting. 
 When I entered, I noticed counter tops that were laid out on the entire front half of the interior. On, one of the countertops closest to the entrance held a sign marked "check out" and behind the center counter tops were customer service representatives, all in black uniforms. And behind one of them sat chirpy girl with black micro braids. I mean, When was the last time you ever seen a girl man handling a junk yard?!" exclaimed Kelly.
 By that time Hendrickson was inside the shop, imagining it with Kelly, walking beside him. “Okay, so it’s an amazing shop, and organized." Interrupted Hendrickson, not seeing the point.
“Yeah, but don’t you see? That’s not the half of it”, continued Kelly. “If you can believe it, this place also had art work. Auto parts made into sculptures shaped like robots. They strode in between the counter tops at their cut off points.
I kept wandering closer to the robot shaped figurines, hoping to identify each part of the human like sculptures.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

One minute Free Write

10 minute Free Write

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Two Minute Free Write

Two minute Free Write
Friday,the girl saw the elevator rising to the top of the floor. Mu-ong, cri-ank, cri-ank. The man saw her before she saw him.  He moved back into the elevator behind the buttons, behind the metallic gold tape that aligned the door frame.  She walked in. 
 "Why, hello! Didn't know anyone else was in here." He looked at her peevishly.  She adjusted her white blouse that hung off her shoulder and stammered her feet. 
 "Oh, my God, Oh my God!"  She uttered frantically and popped a Xanax from a loose compartment in her purse.  The man was beginning to slide further into the elevator trying to blend into its walls.

One minute Free Write

One minute Free Write
Walk,walk
Walk faster, you imbecile
We're on an escalator,
so I can walk slow
walk, walk 
walk, you say
How bout I fall
than you can pay

One minute Free Write

One minute Free Write
Feeling cold
Feeling Dizzy
Feeling woozie feeling chosey
feeling around feeling down
Feeling in my pants
Wait! That ain't right

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One minute Free Write
Waiting, waiting waiting
me
Waiting waiting waiting
pee
I gotta go, I've gotta go
Let me in 
I gotta go
Waiting, waiting, waiting please
You drunk a$$ bastard
I gotta pee!

30 sec Free Write

30 sec Free Write
Fall, Fall
I'm falling down.
No your not
You're on the ground
Fall, Fall
You're falling down
No, I'm not, I'm pushing you down.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

10 Minute Free Write

10 Minute Free Write
Camp Tanadoona #Milky Way Galaxy #Fat Kid
"Stop it" she said.  Willard poked her with the pine needed the fifth time that day.  Being the short girl at camp made her the likely victim.  "Stop it, stop it" she screamed once again.  If he wasn't so stalky, she'd push the fat kid over, get her brothers to beat em' up.  But as it was, her brothers were too fascinated in the camp to notice her.  Camp Tanadoona was a week long camp away from home.  Which meant that if she didn't find a way to beat him soon, she'd be tortured the whole week by fat Willard and his grubby hands.  How he found a way to keep hold of a pine needle thinner than any food he indulged was beyond Tina. 
 "Don't worry, we'll get him." yelled Alice, who was sitting next to her. She was screaming out loud to one of the camp's theme songs, "Camp. Tanadoona Camp. Tanadoona Camp. Tanadoon Camp."
"How can you say that?" Tina scream back. Alice tempered her voice at the song's second key change and told her, her plan to get back at Willard.
 "You see... every year, the camp counselors meet at a cabin called "Milky Way" .  Funny the way the camp named each of its cabins after the constellations in the galaxy.  Alice and Tina were in "The Big dipper", that's how they met.
 "Go on." said Tina. "Well, you see... "The Milky Way" is where the counselors put on skits and games for the campers." Alice explained.  "Now, we'll just have Willard volunteer for the "Dare You to Laugh" game.  In the game, camp counselors try to come up with ways to get the campers to laugh and if they do, the campers are singled out and forced to play "Truth or Dare". We'll dare him to tell us who he likes.  "Who he likes-?  "Don't worry, he won't say you, and when he mentions another other girl at camp, we'll say 'I dare you to kiss her', and when he can't we'll taunt him, and remind him of this fact the rest of his stay at camp."

Monday, July 14, 2014

Five minute Free write

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Continuation of the story of a compulsive stealer

Continuation of the story of a compulsive stealer.
You hear about those people who steal. They live above your apartment or went to your high school, they sit next to you, you glance at their current stealing method and it says they got caught, were forced to write a letter of apology to the police.
But what was most amazing to me was how a man put it in his mind that he would use his own tow truck to steal broke down cars off the interstate.
Did he have car choice in mind? Were they supposed be brown cars, or pot marked ones? Were they supposed to be hail damaged ones?
Yellow would cause too much attention. Attention seeking may get him caught. So he stayed with the damaged ones, the unfixable. The ones that screamed unwanted or had bumper stickers like "This is my baby mamma's car" or "Honk if your happy!" Did he decide on ones that hailed a politician or ones that screamed I'm into Darwinism?  Did he pursue those cake mudded cars? The ones who couldn't make it up an embankment even if they tried. Did he pursue girly cars or just the ones with big fender benders? Maybe he pursued the ones that were eye sores, the ones who tried too hard who revealed ivy on their underside or make-up collections on their hoods,pretty bobble heads on their dashboards.
At the prison, a reporter by the name of Stein Hendrickson gave the compulsive stealer a list of each of the cars. His story made people mad, yet intrigued by his plot to steal cars off the interstate.
"Food Stamp Fraud," stated Kelly, thinking out loud.
"I mean of all the crimes, of all the glory, these women picked food stamps as their crime of choice.  It wasn't until a couple of days later I found out these women were in jail, it made sense now that I think of it, I-94 from Alexandria to Moorhead was closed due to hazardous road, all three of them were lined up in small row, and the heavy snow made it ideal for me to come and pick them up.  Now come on man, have you ever thought of food stamps as a crime?" Kelly kept saying things like "come on man" drawing Hendrickson into his line of work. Maybe that's why his audience thought he was such a clever idiot. He wrote this down on his tab right hand corner, aggressively scribbled out the word IDIOT. Then tentatively smiled at Kelly.
"Hmm, okay, I guess." He wanted to reassure Kelly that he was on his side. He wasn't an investigator, just a reporter. He had no bias for getting the story out, as long as he could get as many details as possible.
"Let's go back to the cars you stole. Brown ones, pot marked ones....Now wasn't one of the cars too big to fit on your tow truck? Didn't you have a Ford XLT F550 Flatbed? One of your fans noted that it was 16' by 17'. He says you had to use the flat ground tow to carry bigger trucks. He says he runs a tow truck business out of Itasca. He compared his tow trucks to that of yours, and says that you hardly had the type of vehicle to transport a 1995 Toyota Avalon. Now whadayathink, did ya? Hendrickson's Minnesotan accent was coming out twice as noticeable these days sitting with Kelly.
"How did you get the truck, Mr. Kelly? Kelly scoffed loudly at that one: Pfft..."
It was true that he didn't keep up his good lucks, his hair disheveled and flat down. Gray, greasy shirts aligned his floor back home, but with nowhere to put 'em in the penn, his looks had sharpened, he took care of his neon orange jump suit. Sure, he wasn't a flashy guy, but how Hendrickson gathered that he hadn't a cent to his name was another story.
Seeing that Kelly wasn't going to answer his question, Hendrickson took it from a different angle, rephrasing his words.
"Now I know it’s true that most junk yards do not require a bill of sale, but 200 cars, Mr. Kelly! How is it possible to steal 200 cars and not have a cent to your name?"
Kelly smiled once again without uttering a word.
"Okay, Mr. Kelly, investigators have found that most of the cars were found at a junk yard in New Ulm. You said that this place looks like a school. The junk yard is located near a highway. You said you could smell the pine weeds and the harsh smell of the pavement.
"Yes, I remember saying that," said Kelly.
"When I went there the first time, I thought for sure I seen a ghost of a child; teetering on a see-saw but it was a hot day, I coulda been hallucinating; what with the fresh smelling cement." Kelly continued describing his account.
"I know I should have turned away once I heard a loud noise inside but the place had a hypnotizing effect on me. It was red and had an organized feel to it, so I stepped in. I felt at home at that junk yard compared to any other one. Most junk yards reek of dust, dirt and grime.  This wasn't most junk yards, it was neither dark nor forlorn. No.  This place was exciting! 
 When I entered, I noticed counter tops that were laid out on the entire front half of the interior. One of the tops closest to the entrance held a sign marked "check out" and behind them were customer service reps, all in black uniforms.  One had a beautiful girl with black micro braids. I mean, when was the last time you ever seen a girl man-handling a junk yard?!" exclaimed Kelly.
By that time Hendrickson was inside the shop, imagining it with Kelly, walking beside him.
“Okay, so it’s an amazing shop, and organized," interrupted Hendrickson, not seeing the point.
“Yeah, but don’t you see? That’s not the half of it, continued Kelly,if you can believe it, this place also had art. Auto parts made into sculptures shaped like robots. They strode in between the counters.  I kept wandering closer to the robot shaped figurines, hoping to identify each part of the human like sculptures.
I mean I took people's cars for granted, said the suspect. But never imagined the beauty of the car. The cars all became a piece of gosh damn rubble that I placed on my paddie wagon of a truck. It was like I was taking these machines to the coroners office every week and they were documenting the car's time of death, its suspect, which sometimes they never found out, I never provided the bill of sale, the records became untraceable. So they could have traced the Vehicle's VIN which was sometimes written on the driver's side, door frame, like a broken gold tooth left over from out burnt body. The only item worth a coroner's time that could match dental records of a victim. But it was not worth the junk yard's time. Without the bill of sale, the coroner could make more money, collect more cars, faster, with more ease. So I never brought them, I took the leg work out of these fanciful junk yards. I added more to their heaps of dense metal, made it a challenge for their cranes to lift 3 ton vehicles. " 
 

Friday, July 11, 2014

One Minute Free Write

Three Minute Free Write #Dreams#basement

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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Five minute Free Write

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Ten Minute Free Write

Monday, July 7, 2014

Ten Minute Free Write

Holidays in the Uk look more like walking in a real life wonderland to say the least...One watches and sees the  the elegance of random eating places with little tiny chairs and fake flowers in vases at nearly every cafe table.
I whisper to random individuals "Don't let anyone take that" trying to make my voice short like the british. He's old what does it matter. For me I'm having the time of my life, being resourceful even in the libraries, a santuary of elegance.  Their white table tops and walls, short plush furniture lay low to the ground. " I might as well sit here," I laugh.  Afterall...I have just seen a combination of the greenest ivy-plant walls juxtaposed with a church garden, in a market full of every sort of food imaginable. And this time, one is sure to know what their food is, because its labeled:HALAL.  
 After taking pictures of old shacks that sit on the corner of a park, nearest to the O2 center...I walk across each intersection, each of which becomes more dangerous..because you can't justify which way the traffic is going.. I sit with one girl in the library and we indulge on the unique differences between the US and the UK..  And with that we part..  

Three Minute Free Write

Saturday, July 5, 2014

10 minute Free Write

Friday, July 4, 2014

Two minute free write

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Sheila in the hospital

Sheila in the hospital
When Sheila woke up, she was stunned, in a hospital ward she sat and gazed around at nearby beds.  One elderly woman walked groggily past her; she had a sorrowful look on her face, as if she was going to cry.  But after a few minutes of staring at this haphazard old woman, Sheila realized it was her permanent demeanor.  The meds Sheila was on, held her in a trance; she had no urgency to leave her bed.  She just sat and stared at her surroundings and at this woman who was so thin, and walked with an outstretched hand, ready to grab any object, chair, table, etc that she could hold onto.






Three Minute Free Write

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Derrick, the gang violence in gym

Mar 27
He'd have to come up with something and quick, if the chanting ended Derrick knew the outcome and it would not be pretty, if he only knew what struck it off in the first place.  He observed the gym, he could act as a go in between, putting an end to the gangster back clash that ensued because of a chant. He got up and ran up the platform.  Girls in matching apple bottom jeans blacked his entrance.  Derrick looked to his right, two men with necks as thick as his leg strode to his left, he'd have to bypass them, the likely choice, if he were to rule out any unnecessary chatting from the apple bottom ladies.   One step towards them, they moved in recognization of Derrick, greeting him by name and giving him fist pumps. He made the reception quick and took the first exit out, just in time as he saw the side where the Reds were sitting.  They were slowly getting to their feet no doubt the taunt was escalating and would reach full force.  He dodged and zig zagged spectators on his way down the risers, his mission almost complete.  He tapped a red one, whose face lit up as he saw Derrick, who in turn tapped his friend, another Red, and introduced himself to Derrick who was glad enough for the recognization. He spoke something in his ear. And the two followed Derrick to the top of the risers where they exited the gym.
Ten walked towards Derrick, you did good, you know being able to break up the tension between those two rival gangs.  Hmm thanks, said derrick.  Yeah I thought I’d let you know.  You know ever since, I’ve let you have that whip on stage, you’ve been doing pretty good yourself. Its almost as if you put all that attitude into some sort of good. Yeh well.  She glances halfway at Derrick’s eyes, and saunters back to her group of girls.
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A crib like in the gym on the first platform of the risers, a playpen, oh hell no, if your have to bring the whole pen then that baby may as well stay home, shouted derrick, he was tense know, with good reason, his dancers were up next and there were some unruly teens in the arena. they sat opposite ends of the risers staring at each other, but it was as if they knew one another, a group of them 10 on each side, the ones adjoining his side were red shirts, on his hypotenuse side, dark grey with bandannas, he they kept shouting this menacing phrase, if he could listen closely he could here, shhhhhh he told Ms. vivenee, who was speaking to him, this time she gave him, the what gives shoulder shrug, and he could hear this steady chant , north polars are holars, north polars are holers, he put the words together, there shoulders were connecting now in time with the chant, and on the other side after the chant reached hits final syllable, a response was made from its rivals on the other side, patriots patriots, patriots can suck my dicys@ oh my god thought derrick. The colors thier r shirts and bandannas, why hasn't derrick pieced this together, they were alumni from his alma mater, shouting a taunt at one another. This can't be happening, not now, not when he put together this competition this dance that would go o
 
 
Derrick stood in the front of the mirrors, four of him staring at each other, slum said come down to his place, it was on Plymouth, he went over that way sparingly, it seemed every time he went over
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Mar 31
Derrick stood in the front of the mirrors, four of him staring at each other, slum said come down to his place, it was on Plymouth,, he went over that way sparingly, it seemed every time he went over that way, he saw some kid begging for a dollar at the store, sometimes standing on top of the crates, that were marked "gasoline-DANGEROUS" don't park in front, making himself look big. Or else he see a man approach him. Flight 81, flight 81 on sale," a man in a trench coat mumbled on a corner, it wasn't tickets he was selling it was usually a dvd, a movie, gold rings, gold bracelets, all of which strode, organized in his coat, with one step out, and a shimmy of his arm, you could see e the specials cascading from his sleeve. Nope Derrick didn't like going over there one bit, he'd be chased down by Buicks and. they'd follow him, follow him straight out of the neighborhood, where he pulled in park, they'd pulled in where he'd stop, they'd do the same, when he'd pull out, they followed, chasing undiscrimately behind him.
 
He’d have to come up with something and quick, if the chanting ending derrick knew their outcome and it would not be pretty, if he only knew what struck it off in the first place, he observed the gym
 

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

One minute free write

Free Write
More on what NOT to do at the gym
Never walk on your heels in preparation for a salsa dance with your hands held around your imaginary partner on your way to the weight lifting machines.
The cable cross machine will not respond to your Cumbia dance.
Your serenades will not be uttered back by the mute.
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