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I am back, methinks, i hopesotoo

Hacked, and racked . Had to put the computer down.  It wasnt my fault just someone in China, No Offense on the chinese but they do seem quite capable of hackathons. I am just a poor ordinary human with little useful information on my computer so Can you hack somebody else from now on?  Oh  there about   $ 10.75 on my Amazon account you can have it if you just don’t hack attack me. Ya know there are betters ways of making money than trying to buy things on Ebay with someone else's credit.  And for a twenty dollar toaster, boy talk about the nickel and dime scheme.  If you have the intelligence to hack it, why not get a job? there are plenty out there that could use your skills.

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3 months on Tumblr

I have been writing and posting on Tumblr for three months (and one week) and I thought a look back and synopsis of what my experience has been like would be appropriate. .  First off I do love writing, besides reading it is my favorite thing to do.  I was amazed and dazed at first by how many writers were on Tumblr and on all the other social media and writing venues on the internet.  It almost overwhelmed me because I wanted to read and follow everyone.  I quickly learned that that would be impossible.

  I was starry eyed and bug eyed by the end of the first day.   I was lost and confused by the  tags,  queues.,reblogs, buttons and follows.  I was adding notes where none were appropriate. I didn’t know much.  After three months I still don’t know much but have been helped by some of the other writeblr’s  that have been kind, thoughtful., truthful, heartfelt and very helpful in my understanding of this community and what is appropriate or best practices for  new writers.  I have learned so much in such a short period of  time.

I am grateful  just to be here.  I still have a lot to learn but I think I understand the basics well enough to say Thank You to everyone,  Especially a few that have made me laugh, or cry, or to reassure me that there is plenty left to be written.  Many of you unknowingly helped brightened a dark day by simply writing something and posting it.  I love the prompts and hats off to those who regularly provide me with a prompt and let me delve into my creative side and write a tid bit, with their prompt being the focal point. A special thanks to  writingprompts365, slienciawrites, gottaenjoythelittlethingzz  approximately12lbs-of-ducks , writerprompts,  yourlocalwriterblog, brynwrites, writeblr, and the theliteraryarchitect,. Some of you unknowingly made my day with a post or your words of wisdom that I read. Others made me laugh more than once or twice.  But all of you have been two thumbs up and then some. 

I still have a lot to learn but after several days and  nights of writing  a couple thousand words I feel inspired rather than dejected or rejected.   

Thank You  tumblr Writeblrs. 

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The time line

writingprompts365

A character must wait in a long line for something they want

-do they stick it out or do they get fed up and leave or maybe they make someone else wait in their place?

-bonus: they start talking with the person next to them and become friends 

“Oh no, please tell me that this line is  moving. Son of a bitch.  I do not have time for this right now.  I have to be In the City by two or I am dead. They might as well shoot me now.” 

The girl about eight people ahead of me but standing next to me in the cattle line started laughing. She said “ that’s what I said about a half hour ago I think I gave up worrying about my next appointment when you got here.”

“Why when I got here?”

“Oh it was the look on your face when you saw the line and then I looked at my watch and realized how much time had gone by already” 

“It’s that bad huh, a half hour and you moved what ten feet”

She tilted her head to the side and said with a coy smile only partially hidden “  “oh no.  at least eleven feet″ 

We both started laughing and the coy smile radiant as ever, and I knew for some reason we were in the same line, at the same time for a reason.

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How to Write when you are in a bad mood.

Have you ever tried to write yourself out of a rage?  A bad mood that effects your sleeping, eating, thinking, breathing and everything else too.  It is hard, and sometimes  are harder than others.  It helps me think things through.  To let things go. To reflect back on things the next day or week and see if they are still making you mad.  It helps to vent sometimes even if it is only a temporary reprieve.  It helps to write when there is nobody around to listen to you.  You can talk to your readers your antagonists or protagonists,   They might  not hear you now,  but rest assured that what you write here lives forever.  So even when you are long gone they will still hear you now, then and forever. So write it down and if you change your mind burn the original and hit that ctrl alt delete, delete, delete, delete delete until you are better.

See look I feel better already

oh and if you do burn it, please dont burn the house down.

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I was furious.  I could barely  speak.  I was ashamed of myself for doing nothing and proud of myself at the same time for being rational in my decision making even when I was in a blood boiling  rage.  If I had reacted I was afraid of what I might do.  He was bigger than me physically but in the mad rage that enveloped my whole being the difference would not of mattered.  I would of fought through any pain, any adversity to strangle the liar.  This was absolutely wrong from the get go. the treachery, the deceit, the outcome wrong, so wrong.  

Was I misunderstood? Was I being to nice,  to complacent  while the situation played out.? Was I setting myself up for something worse down the line by not doing anything? I was shaking now , as the adrenaline wore off, reality set in and I thanked the stars and heavens for not reacting to the horrible indignant malignancy of my current situation.  How would I show my face in public after this?  How could someone be so evil? Were they not human?  I took a step back took a deep breath and let it out slowly.   And then I walked away .

A character resists the urge to hit/punch/slap someone who totally deserves it

-what/who is preventing them? 

-what is the payoff for resisting the temptation? 

-do they plan on striking later?

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The situation was still fluid and the argument unresolved. It was Ying and Yang at its core.  I had practical advice that I wanted to give them but I knew I should wait to see which solution took precedence.  Both arguments were valid and true. Just the perspective of the individuals differed.  They had been given  Eviction Papers this morning and the argument bubbled to the surface and then the bubbles became entangled.  Some bubbles grew larger , others smaller. Some bubbles collided and became one. I am  hoping  for that outcome.  I don’t think it is going to happen that way though. She made good money working for a technology company.  She was a coder and data miner. He was an idealistic unrealistic artist (but a good one).  Their rent had doubled in the past year and the rent was now out of line with reality.  Even though they loved the place they both knew that moving was in near future anyway.  They just did not want to move this way. They both viewed it as a omen of sorts. 

He welcomed the Eviction notice. He wanted to move to Los Angeles where a lot of his friends had gone after college.  The were artist as well, in the performing arts. They were in their mid twenties and he saw this as a sign that they should move now. Just pack it up and go. Off to a new adventure, a new city.

She had been working for just a year and a half and just in the last few months felt like her work counted for something;.  She had learned so much there in the past year and a half.  Just last Friday her Supervisor and the Manager of her department both complimented her on her last project. She finally started feeling a part of something and it felt good. Even she could not afford the rent on her own and the prospect of her living alone in the City made her nervous. She grew up in Iowa, they didn’t have cities like this in Iowa.  She wanted to stay here, and she certainly did not want an eviction hanging over her head . But she knew she wanted to stay and make some progress on her career.

Unfortunately I was correct and the bubbles did not collide and become one,.

Two characters have two very different and surprising opinions about their current situation

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The Scanners excerpt of    chapter 10 wip

They were quick silent and ruthless.  Sometimes leaving some word or 

scriptures behind to let everyone know who did the deed. They have slowed 

down on the scorched earth program but not entirely.  Some of the original crew 

have retired after being wounded numerous times, but now some of the older 

boys have begun training and working with the warriors."  

"   “ They tell me it’s like an armed camp over their now.  Every person aged 10 

and up is carrying a firearm and they are teach 4 and 5 year olds how to shoot. 

 Maybe they have bb guns or a .22 because that is really dangerous if you ask 

me. You want to avoid them. They would kidnap the boys and either cut your 

nuts off and leave you for dead or kill you outright."

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“It’s the time of night where nothing makes sense and everything is funny.”

It is not even midnight and my eyes are drooping and my feet are swollen from sitting at my computer typing away my life.  I slept yesterday, I think.  Riddled with exhaustion compounded by a mental obsession.  Obsessed with finishing my story so I can submit it to the Literary Gods of mayhem. I start laughing hysterically at nothing. I start crying hysterically at nothing. Nerves get frayed and time collides with reality. It’s the time of night where nothing makes sense and everything is funny.  Or so it seemed. Its bed time goodnight

“I’m still figuring out this teleportation stuff. Like, am I even doing this right? Can I take more than one person with me?”

“Small and angry, that’s me in two words.”

“Why do you think I’d want you here if you were going to stand there and laugh at me?”

“I can’t return those feelings yet, but…why would I want to forget them?”

“It’s the time of night where nothing makes sense and everything is funny.”

“I feel as though this is exactly the thing people warn you not to do.”

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I hope we are still around in a 100 years

First, imagine a time back in the early 1900s; could you see yourself being able in that time period? Without a phone, computer or any other technology or social media platform?

Second, look around you now in this time period; 2019. There’s technology galore, things that people in the early 1900s would balk at.

Third, imagine yourself 50 or 100 years from now. Do you think the technology advancement would make people in the future feel comfortable here in our present time? Will the technology become too advanced?

Back in the 1900s it was different. If you went back there now in the past, not many people would be able to handle it without anything fiddling in their hands; a phone. Now, in the future would they feel like they would not be able to live in their past— our present— for other reasons all together?

@possiblyastray

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Did you really go behind my back and adopt a child? First of all, I’m kind of impressed. Second of all, who trusted you with a kid ?

 If you’re going to feed me your lies at least add flavor to them.”

Our conversation was not going as planned, it quickly unraveled from  a  conversation, to a discussion on our new kids, to an argument  and we continued to escalate.  The argument turned to a yelling match, to a full fledged verbal fight, then the emotional hand grenades came out and were landing at my feet two a second, I could tell my Pretty Little Hate Machine of a girlfriend was going for the physical assault next.  I started backing away from her, the last time she got like this I ended up getting stabbed and going to the hospital and she was taken to jail. I did not feel like doing that again any time soon.  

The argument was centered around the adoptions.  When we  had talked about this over the Holidays. As crazy as she was I was probably even crazier,  and crazy about her too. That was part of the problem. We had been talking about commitments and what we could do to see if it would work long term as in marriage. So we moved in together, which had actually been a good move until now. We had talked about adoption, but we were talking about adopting a dog from the Rescue Shelter to raise and take care of equally. Our views on dogs differed greatly.  She wanted something that looked like a tiny fur ball that had a bark like a high pitched yip yip yip.  To me that was not a dog that was a foot cushion.  I wanted a labrador or a english spaniel, or even a mixed mutt but one that looked like and barked like a dog.  

She did not appreciate the fact that I got exactly the type of dog “I” wanted.  When I passed by the animal shelter, they had about 10 dogs outside in a little fenced in area advertising free dogs.  I knew I should of talked to her about this  before I signed all the adoption paperwork.  But all you had to do is take one look at this dog and you knew you were in love for life.  He was probably a little over a year old but still young enough to be trained and he was a happy dog.  Always quick with a welcome home, and an enthusiastic lets go for a run or walk  and often  lets go somewhere, anywhere  with his leash in his mouth, a smile and a dog kiss to the face.  He was an  irresistible  huggable dog.  

She was so mad about the dog when she  saw him, not at the dog himself but with my decision not to include her when picking him out. She stated unequivocally that  “ If you’re going to feed me your lies at least add flavor to them.” I knew what she meant but said “ we could name him Pepper,  would that add flavor?”  But he had that crooked smile and four white socks on.  He was mainly light brown with a couple black patches and what looked like four white socks on his feet. So I named him Socks.  Three months later I thought I was in the clear as Samantha was deeply taken with Socks and the feeling was mutual.  Socks was a good companion dog.  He was not a big dog but rather medium, in height  and stature but was definitely protective of her, which I liked.  

So imagine my surprise when two months later she comes home with a baby girl.  A real baby, not a dog but an adopted daughter.  I was  stunned silent which is unusual for myself to be quiet about anything especially adding a daughter to our little family.  As the shock wore off a bit I said to her  “Did you really go behind my back and adopt a child? First of all, I’m kind of impressed. Second of all, who trusted you with a kid?”   It was that last comment about trust and a kid, which was meant as a joke but Sam did not find funny.  Not at all funny and that landed me in my current predicament.  Pedaling backwards looking for an escape.

“Did you really go behind my back and adopt a child? First of all, I’m kind of impressed. Second of all, who trusted you with a kid?”

“If you’re going to feed me your lies at least add flavor to them.”

“A picnic in the snow? That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all. That was sarcasm, in case you didn’t catch it.”

“Between them and you, I’d choose you every single time.”

“How dare you come in here and have high expectations of me.”

“Why are you laying on the ground? Did gravity win again?”

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this is from Downwithwritersblock prompts

happy February!

Text Version:

February 2019 Prompt Set

1.     Nonchalant

2.     Faithful

3.     ‘You really thought I would just forget about you? It’s not that easy.’

4.     Sabotaged

5.     “If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.” - Oscar Wilde

6.     Marked

7.     Hand-made

8.     ‘Kissing you is a death wish’

9.     Left high and dry

10.  Eager

11.  Convincing

12.  ‘I know…I know I shouldn’t ask you this but…please don’t leave me right now?’

13.  The eyes are the window to the soul

She told me that my eyes are the window to my soul, as she stared right thru me. She gave me a creepy feeling inside the way she was looking at me. More like she wanted to eat me than dance or make love. She oscillated between wanting to dance and taking me home.  She didn’t seem very shy or indecisive, So why were we still at the club?  I just met her an hour ago, but she said she wanted to take me home with her.  She seemed nice at first but I have always had premonitions since I was a young kid and the two reasons that I hated getting them were. 1. The stronger and more vivid they were then the closer  and sooner the actual event would happen. 2. I only got premonitions when something bad was going to happen. Tonight I had  one on my way to the bathroom of the club.  It was strong, as in it felt so real.  It is like watching a 3d movie on the big screen without the sound, which only makes it more creepy.  I have never had premonitions about myself. Well I never have had them before tonight. 

So when the sensory overload of the drinks and lights and strobe of the dance club hit me, at first I thought someone had put something in my drink. Maybe xctasy or ghb.  It was kinda like an out of body experience.  It only lasted a second or two but damn.  I found myself splashing water on my face in the mens room. I must of over done it because my white shirt was wet in the front.  It was just a white cotton shirt and would dry quickly but you could see  my gold cross right thru it. I felt like I belonged in a wet t-shirt contest or something.  

I shook off the creepy feeling and bought a couple of mints from the attendant, tipped him two bucks and said to him, “ have you ever heard the girls name “Asmodeus” before?  His eyes widened as if I had hit a nerve or something but then it dissipated and he reply no sir, but once my mom called a lady that name. She went to our church but they kicked her out of our church the very next Sunday.  It wasn’t her real name but that is what my mom called her. That was some 50 years ago. but I remember the look she gave my momma when she called her that.  So I know it was something bad.”  I wasn’t really listening all that well when he said that, my head was already thinking ahead to the beautiful girl that awaited me outside the restroom door. I thought I am a lucky guy.  Best looking girl in the club and she wants to take me back to her hotel room. Odd she kept saying she wanted to  take me home with her, but never told me where she lived.  She was staying at the hotel across the street.  She said she was here on business with her boss and they were doing some soul searching when I asked her what she did. There it was again but shorter just a flash of the original premonition.

I shook it off quickly because I wanted Asmodeus Succubus  and from the looks of it I was going to get some tonight.  What a weird name for such a hot girl, Asmodeus. Maybe it was latin...

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Valentines Day Stories Past and Present

Valentines day is not a lot of fun if you are single and/or  not dating anyone special, You  see happy smiling couples strolling together, going out for a nice dinner, doing the Date Night thing times ten. Flowers, chocolates in a heart shaped box and the infamous Valentines day card, dinner reservations at the new hip restaurant, concert tickets and a hotel suite.?  But have you ever been on a the Date from hell on Valentines Day? Have you ever had everything that you so carefully planned go wrong. and I mean way wrong? You planned a special night for you and your significant other, partner, lover, or other, that everything you planned  just did not go right?  Best intentions to impress, only to be shot down in flames? 

It happens, It happened to me one  Valentines night, I laugh now but it really was not funny at the time.  Thankfully my date (dating for a  1 year and half)  handled it well  and when we finally got home about  4am  all we could do was to fall asleep in our clothes . But its one of those nights you will never forget.  Does this sound familiar to anyone? I would love to hear your stories

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The Scanners excerpt chap 9 The Rocket Warehouse

Grizzly " its too dangerous for the boys, plus I just met them and how would it look if I met them yesterday and get them killed tomorrow? I just can't do that to them."

Hunter replied " Dad look, we have just driven over a thousand miles to come see you and we have been dealing with these s.o.b's since the day we left.  These "kids" are not exactly kids anymore, they know what they are doing and they do it well, besides dad how is it going to look to the kids if they drove a thousand miles to come see you and they watch you die the next day as they stand idly by?"

Grizzly " the problem with you Hunter, is I taught you too damn well.  Never should of taught you how to speak, then we wouldn't have to have these conversations"

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Its ok to talk but is it ok to text?  They are not the same thing. I text more than I talk these days

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

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I remember the the sky.That beautiful color on a cloudless day, it had depth, and meaning when I stopped to  take notice of it’s  so many shades.  It was a lighter in color close to the Sun. The bright white  sunlight diluted the  its  rich color but it did not matter I still love that color.  Its a color you will always remember if you spend time at sea.  You can watch the colors change brighter and darker depending on the sea. Its a brighter and lighter shade by the shallow shore. When out deep in the water its tone is not vivid but dark  and ominous like ia monster that swallows the sunlight.  When clouds roll by it changes color again, or its just the shade we are in. Where no sunlight shines in the deep sea it can turn almost to black no vivid at all. So I like the vivid shade best of all. It is a spring and summer color I should say.  I am late again so I put on my Levis one leg at a time and wondered why this color faded with time.

Write about a character’s memory of the color blue

-but do not use the word ‘blue’

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Ohhh to what do we owe this too? gee I wonder.

And another big name enters the fray of who’s who in the Presidential race. How many does that make 15 or 20 is it.  I do not know the exact # but I know for a fact that its pretty early on to start with this many candidates.  There are actually a few that are intelligent, accomplished and could probably do a good job.  That would of meant something a few years ago, but after DT you dont need any qualifications to be the pres.  Maybe I should have my pet rock run as a candidate too. Couldn’t hurt too much could it.?