safe

Young Emily parades through the wild daisies in the field behind the old barn. The wind carves elegant slashes in the wildflowers shaving random rows and raising others. She chases like a lost soul finding her calling. Chasing what cannot be chased, but can be found. The sound of the wind is interrupted by smooshing and gnawing. Her old friend stood munching on a mouthful of daisies. The young stallion. Her savior. She hops on his back and feels the warmth of his main under her chin. Wrapping her arms around his neck she steadies herself and they take of just like every other day. She feels secure on his back. Safe. Saved.

Tom stood speechless bleeding from his nose watching the only love he had left walk out of his life. Wiping the tears from his eyes smearing blood and tears into a syrup like mixture he dropped to his knees and began to weep. He opened up his wallet and slowly pulled out an old warn out brown leather wallet. Opening the wallet, his hand shaking furiously, he pulled out an old picture and held it close to his rapidly beating heart.
"God Dad, why am I such a mess!? A screw up! A dead beat! I hate you!" He yelled into the picture like it would answer back with the response he knew he wouldn't get. The coke now making it's way into his brain rendering him numb and seemingly invincible. He walked out of the house slamming the door behind him snapping the spring to the door in the middle leaving it swinging in the gusty spring night. Putting the picture back into his pocket he disappeared into the night to repair his broken relationship.

Emptying Pockets

-Set of car keys for a cutlass supreme

-A clip of money, 5s, 10s, and 20s only.

-Pack of Parliament Lights

-Stray sunflower seeds

-Wallet with no money or I.D. just a family portrait

-Stick of gum

-Lint

 

character info

Name-Tommy Tate

Nickname-Tater

Sex-Male

Age-25

Looks-Curly, dark brown hair, about 6'1", medium build, pale skin

Education-Dropped out of college his sophomore year

Vocation-

Status/Money-Middle to lower class

Relationship-Jaime Davis (girlfriend) 

Family/Ethnicity-Mom who never talks to, Dad and little brother died in car crash,Caucasian

Places-His home in Minneapolis, The Market down the street, the alleyway behind the market, the lake down the street 

Possessions-House, clothing, money, power in the community, dog (maggie), fathers ashes, brothers picture

Recreation/Hobbies-Watching t.v., going to the lake down the street, listening to music

Obsessions-Money, power, drugs, Dad, Brother, girlfriend

Beliefs-Everyone is out to get you

Politics-Out of the loop

Sexual History-Girlfriend for 2 years

Ambitions-None

Religion-Christian

Superstitions-None

Fears-Cops, Dad

Attitudes-Angry, sad, depressed

Character Flaws-Looks up to his Dad who passed on, always asks if his Dad is disappointed

Character Strengths-?

Pets-none

Taste in Books/Music-Rap/hip-hop

Handwriting-Sloppy, squiggly

Astrological Sign-Aquarius

Talents-None

Friends-Girlfriend

As Seen by Self-Snake tattoo on forearm, ears pierced

Salary-Varies

Correspondence-?

  

The laughing children played with their toys in the daycare center. Janine sat silent in the corner by the plastic table. The Play Doh, her savior. A younger girl than her stammeringly walked her pigeon toes over to the table carrying a peculiar looking doll. 

"Hi! my name is Jenny. Want to be friends?" Her eyes wide open glimmering in the light reflecting small beads of light. 

"Sure! My name is Ja..." Her words instantly sliding back down her throat into her stomach conjuring the contents. Her palms not sweating as she slid back on her seat almost into the wall.

"...nine. My name is Janine. Can you put your doll away please?" Revealing a slight urgency to get away from the miniature. The eyes seemingly fallowing her with every shift of her body. 

"Her name is Annie...she is my dolly." Shifting and concentrating on other things than the doll are making things awkward. Every object she looks at reminds her of the doll.

"I have to...um...I have to go to the bathroom!" Janine ran to the bathroom and locked the door holding back the notion that the doll was fallowing behind. 

action freewrite

Steve and Kristy sat on the couch, clutching each other's hand as the glowing box shining through the dark displayed figures in a horror movie. Slowly but almost in synchronization they both look into the other's eyes. Moving in their lips lock exploding hormones inside like atom bombs. The kissing becomes vigorous and heated as the clothes begin to shed like slithering snakes molting a layer skin. Moving to the floor the front door opens and the lights flash on revealing the two of them on the floor.

"What the fuck! Kristy! What are you doing?!" Gregg walked into the room to find his girlfriend of two years fooling around with a underclassmen. 

"I'm gonna be the shit outta you punk!" Gregg picked the half naked perpetrator off the ground and into a world of pain. Laying punch after punch poor Steve didn't even have time to put his pants back on. Left cross, right jab, uppercut, all landing with precision around the eyes and jaw. Bare knuckles met bare face like all punches knew their place. His face was no longer distinguishable as it physically turned into a target/punching bag. Steve fell to the carpet laying bloody and unconcious next to a sobbing Kristy. 

"Gregg I'm sorry! He moved in on me I swear! Gregg? Please, answer me Gregg!" 

"Get the fuck out of my house and take your shit with you...including your bloody boyfriend!"

exercise 2

John looked deep into Mary's eyes as if manually trying to tell her brain to agree.
"You don't understand Mary she is just a friend from work I swear!" Mary looked to the ground older her arms crossed. Looking up John catches a glimpse of a tear running down her cheek.
"Please Mary don't cry, don't cry please!" She stood still and mumbled,
"What is her name?"
"What?" John asked with a slight chirp in his voice.
"What is her name!" Mary now yelling, her arms no longer crossed but with a finger pointing strait at his face.
"Her name is Janice, she is a co-worker I swear." Mary reaches into her bag and pulls out a garment.
"Well tell Janice she left he underwear in our bed." She threw the pair of panties at John's face and stormed out of the apartment.

map journal

I found a map of minnesota and pointed to crookston.

Walking into the restaurant I felt an instant urge to leave. The surrounding crowd of usuals sitting at the bar glared with open eyes like saying "Why the hell is this city boy here?" without even opening their mouths. I sat down at a booth and took a look at the menu. Glaring down at the chipped wobbly table I slid my finger down the face to reveal a thin layer of dust coating the surface. "Can I get you somethin' sir?" the waitress rudely stated as he jaw bounced endlessly snapping her gum. "Some coffee would be fine. I'm kind of in a hurry and just needed to use the restroom and stretch my legs." She replied with a nod and turned away. I found it time to use the restroom. Returning from the grimy disgusting bathroom I found the restaurant empty. Not a single person inside. I walked out of the restaurant to see an out of business sign. I stepped back into my car and left very disturbed and confused. 

Exercise 2

Dave put the leash on his dog Skip like he does every day at 6pm and strutted out of the door into the evening. getting over the hill he took the right turn into the wooded trail like usual. The sun usually doesn't set for another hour or so so he knew he had time to make the loop in the woods and make it back home. Clouds began to gather and it suddenly became dark. Dave didn't like the dark nor did Skip so they turned around to head back home but found themselves dumbfounded by darkness. The trail was gone. Surrounded by bent distorted looking trees they made their way through the woodland into a backyard. It was his backyard, only different. the lights were on and he had turned them off. A figure walked past a window and Dave became enraged believing that his house was being robbed. He slammed through the back door to find himself staring into his own face. The man in his house was him.

unsuccessful painter

Trickles of light dance on the floor through the ripped blankets hanging over the windows. Empty canvases littler the walls and ground mocking the man who can not paint them. the paint brushes sit in the twisted brown colored water in the bottom of a plastic bucket. Shades of orange, blue, green, and yellow vibrantly sit splattered on the walls. The sharp light reveals a figure in the corner of the room standing motionless looking into the crevasse of the wall waiting for inspiration that will never come.

A spring morning suicidal

The dew falls in blankets upon the lawn 

as the sunlight peers over the distance

Silence surrounding a man called John

pistol in hand contemplating existence

damaged goods and a broken heart

kept him from falling in love again

the life he once knew is now falling apart

in the breathtaking view of his "rocky mountain"

the sun rises a little more to shine upon his face

almost to tell him every things all right

a solemn tear trickles from it's place

He feels he no longer has to fight

The suns almost up now he thinks in his head

The time has come and it feels so right.

He now realizes he is better off dead

raising the gun to him temple and mumbles "good night"

Hell Date (Her pers.)

Walking into the restaurant I could believe I was on another blind date. Guys seem to tell me they like me and the false security kicks in. After one night of fun they want out of my life faster than a bullet out of a gun. I need a nice guy who likes me for who I am. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a large muscular man talking to the host. No way! I thought. Sindy hooked me up with a hunk! He walked toward me and without missing a step sat next to the girl at the table behind me. I envied that girl. Skinny, big boobs, small waist and legs that go on for decades.
“Hello Miss? You wouldn’t happen to be Bri would you? I have been walking around this restaurant for like ten minutes trying to find this blind date.” He was tall and and had the physique of an athlete with the cutest smile. Not the usual type of man Sindy finds.
“Ha ha, yes I’m Bri. I take it you are Cody?” I said with a chuckle. His blue shirt matched his eyes and I found myself drawn to his smile.
“Waiter! I’m ready to order! SIR! OVER HERE!” He yelled across the room. Okay so he is a little obnoxious, nothing I cant handle , right? Just as long as he doesn’t order food for me.
“I will have a Miller Light please, the New York strip with a side order of shrimp cocktail and a baked potato. The woman here will have a side garden salad with no dressing and a water. Thank you goodbye.” A salad? Like I need a salad. I’m starving and this jerk orders me a salad, not to mention all he has said so far is that he is hungry.
Grinding his food into mush he rambles on about how he is going to be a hockey player and that his buddies are dicks and that he needs a girl in his life.
“Okay Cody slow it down. No one wants to pull out a Heimlich maneuver tonight. So what kind of girls do you usually date?”
“Well for the last month I have been on and off with these two girls Sandy and Alicia. Those girls are crazy! Sandy would call me non-stop asking where I was and I’m like hey…I’m at Donny’s CUT ME SOME SLACK! Alicia is my girl. Never calls doesn’t ask questions but gets down like there’s no tomorrow ha you know? In an instant without saying a word I got up from the table and stormed out of the restaurant.
“Dammit Sindy!” I growled as I made my way to the car.

complication

Ando stood nervously as if his knees were about to buckle. He had been shoe checked. The veterans were hooping and hollering for his personal and hopefully dreadful rendition of "Baby Got Back." The female waitresses crowded around shoulder to shoulder like petit linemen of an all woman football team. A bead of sweat begins as a trickle on his brow as he said,

"I like big butts and I can not lie, you other brothers can't deny..." The girls shriek into laughter seeing the somewhat overweight hockey player dancing and shifting around on the floor. To Seth's surprise, Ando sang the whole verse without missing a beat and an extravagant roar of clapping and whistling welcomed him back off the stage into his seat.

Week 2, Journal #2

The square plastic table stuck out like a sore thumb in the living room surrounded by a what seemed like an eternity of hard wood. A china cabinet positioned up against the wall along with countless antiches set a distinct feeling of bordom. As the adults in the kitchen mix cocktails and sip on beers, I sat rocking in my chair at the plastic table. My seet was placed at the "kiddy table" awaiting confrontation from anyone. My cousins sat in he basement playing videogames and I was all alone to do nothing but sway in the chair in bordom. Kicking and pushing paying no attention to anything else. A moderately large cactus stood attention in the center of the table but I didnt care. The kicking became vigorous as I rocked a little too far tot he back. A stray kick knocked the legs of the table in and I fell like a sack of bricks. Staring at the inside of my eyelids they slide open to catch a glimpse of the cactus flying through the air in my direction. I was pinned by the table. As if in slow motion, the needles of the cactus degger my stomach and a yalp screeched from the slit in my lips and tears began to streem down my cheeks. Parents come to be verly little help when they are drunk.

Week 2, Journal #1

"Get fresh...make history. Tag Body Spray." The glowing box in the middle of the room tells me as I lazily spend another Saturday at home. The craziest most unbelievable things could be going on outside. Ice cream falling from the sky, flying saucers hovering just above my house, maybe a famous person lives next door. I would have no clue. This dent in my couch with the channel changer where I am about 90% of the time. I don't own a pair of cowboy boots, I don't watch or even like football, rodeos aren't exactly what I would consider fun.

Journal #2

1. All of my friends believed Dave was completely off his rocker, until that summer.

3. "Ha! Ms. Bell has her dress tucked into her underwear!" Tolly bantered as we came in from recess.

6. At the time of the incident, I was waiste deep into my baseball career.

7. When I was young I dreampt play professional hockey, I just didnt expect it to actually happen.

For Fun.
1. Erving Swenson
2. Angleica James
3. William johnsson
4. Mike
5. Beverly Ann Jameson
6. Fluffy

Journal #1

I could tell the minute I got in the door and dropped my bag, I wasn't staying. Darkness coated the living room in a thick black haze with the exception of a candle visibly flickering in a distant corner. Mr. Thomas always read in the rocking chair next to that same candle but the subtle creaking and moaning of the chair was gone. A blurred shadow a figure in the chair is outlined by the fluttering candle. My feet had turned to cinder blocks as they ground against the hardwood floor towards the candle. Pools began to well up in my eyes in fear of the worst for my dear old friend Mr. Thomas. Reminiscing of the times he took me fishing while i sulked from my parents separation. I couldn't believe that I was looking at that same man, but in the worst way.