Her mind was a flashlight broken.
So it’s time for us to change things up just a bit. This is an idea I got from a fellow blogger.
10 things that truly make me happy:
- listening to my daughter’s stories about the idiots she encounters on the train each day
- sarcasm: whether I’m the deliverer or the receiver of it
- watching scary movies that make me scream so loud that my mother can hear me outside my house
- seeing my little girl laugh at her dogs until she’s almost breathless
- knowing that there are people who didn’t sleep their way to the top
- knowing that some others did (;
- scaring my daughters and my friends
- laughing until I almost wet my pants
- watching old people dance together
- knowing that paranoid people can’t read my mind
…now how about sharing yours?
This is an excerpt from a short story I wrote a couple of months ago. I gave it to several friends and family members and it received mixed reviews. I decided to share it here on our blog and on Facebook to see what kind of response I’d get. As you read it keep these two facts in mind:
- 1. The brains behind Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns are NOT nestled inside the heads of crazy people
- 2. A vivid (sometimes graphic) imagination is a terrible thing to allow to go un-exhibited
So back to the hallway… having done this many times before Kai and I have developed a method of what we refer to as “self-preservation” mode. It’s a simple technique in which we try not to get ourselves whacked by the crazies. The first thing I notice in the hallway is a large metal object covered in red paint; at least that’s what it looked like at first glance. As we stepped closer for a better look, we realized, almost simultaneously, that we were looking at a knight in not so shining armor! It appeared to be an original uniform from back in the knight in shining armor day. We were so busy examining our find that neither of us noticed the guillotine in the far corner until we noticed the rancid smell. Now, there is no disguising the smell of dead flesh, especially flesh that has been left dead, un-refrigerated and unembalmed for way too long. When the odor hit us, the hair stood up on the back of my neck, and as we would discuss the incident later, Kai would report a similar sensation. I was immediately drawn to the corner, and as my eyes adjusted to the lighting in the dark, dank room, I was horrified to see a pair of blank eyes staring up at me from a bucket at the foot of the guillotine.
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We stumbled across a blog that inspires and encourages writing. It is NaPoWriMo.net, which is the acronym for National Poetry Writing Month. For additional information just google their site. We looked at it tonight and decided to write and submit a poem each day for the remainder of the month.
Look for our first submission on tomorrow, April 3, 2015.