Give me a letter, and I will give you a word.
It could be any word.
An easy short word, or a long complicated, and hard to pronounce word.
It could be a well known word, or one I just made up.
Give me a word, and I’ll give you a phrase.
Could be a slang phrase, or a slogan.
It could rhyme, have beats, or just catchy.
Maybe it would make you think, or make you smile.
Give me a phrase, and I’ll give you a story.
A story with characters, a setting, and a plot.
It could be a short story, or a novel.
I could write it as a play, movie, poem, comic, or a song.
Whatever it is you decide to give me.
I will take, make, and create.
I can give you something for a lifetime, or a short time.
It could make you laugh, or you could cry.
As long as I make a thought.
As long as I make an impact.
As long as one person is entertained,
then I’ve done what I wanted.
This is a short scene I wrote in about 30 minutes- hour. It was based off a prompt from a friend of mine. Feel free to send me any sort of prompt and see what I can come up with. It mainly helps me to keep my writing going, and it's better for me if I know others are there.
Alana Anthony hmmm...would a prompt help get the creative juices going?
Aslan Troy Hollier Haha, perhaps...
Alana Anthony okay...try this:
Him: Why do you do that all the time?
Alana Anthony Her: It's just who I am
Continue from there
(He shuts the door, then follows after her through the yard.)
Him
How does yelling and fighting with everyone make you who you are?
Her
I’m yeller and a fighter. That’s who am am! It’s not a hard concept.
Him
But at people who are there for you and trying to help? You’re gonna do that to them?
Her
Well I guess so.
Him
What’s the point? Are you really that stubborn that you are just going to hold on to your pride and fight with others who are there to help? They want to help. They can help. Let them.
Her
No!
Him
Why not?
Her
Because I don’t need anyone. I can do it all my own, and I’m proving it.
Him
You’re proving nothing except that you’re a hard headed brat. That attitude won’t get you anywhere except where you don’t want to be.
Her
I don’t need you or anyone telling me what I’m doing right, where I’m going to be in life, or how I’m going to feel about it! Just let me go! Let me figure things out for myself, make my own mistakes, live my own freakin’ life!
Him
Just like that. That’s how you’re going to be to ME?
Her
You’re just like everyone else.
Him
You against the world, huh? Two sides, black and white, no grey areas. I thought I was that grey area, the connection between you and the world. The only one who could help you see and understand the world, the middle man, the teacher and helper. I’m your brother. Family and friend.
Her
That doesn’t mean anything.
Him
I don’t know what “phase” you’re in right now, but it better change soon because I refuse to see you continue the path you’re headed.
Her
Whatever.
Him
(Cringes)
I’m going to leave you alone, but you better relax and meditate yourself to a balanced state. When you do, I hope you’ll come back inside, apologize to everyone for your outburst, and explain your real problems, whatever they may be. I’m sure Mom has already cleaned up the mess you made during your outburst. I mean, Aunt Faye was offering money to help you go to college. Once you go through college, graduate, and start the real world like I did, then you’ll realize how stupid you were to yell, throw meat loaf across the room, and then storm out of the house.
(She turns her head away)
Him
Wow, the colder shoulder. Well, you have fun and I’m gonna see if Aunt Faye will give me the money instead, so I can pay for my student loans.
(He walks off)
(She sits and thinks a second, groans, and goes after him)
Her
Wait!
(He Stops and turns)
Her
I just feel like I need to prove myself, and be independent. I am stubborn to the max, and at times I’m like talking to a brick wall. I’m sorry, it is who I am to some extent, but I’m also on my period, and off my bi-polar medication, so, yeah, sorry.
(He smiles, shakes his head, and puts his arm around her shoulder to guide her back in the house)
Him
See, I knew there was something. I’m sure you can even explain that to them, they’ll understand. Trust me. And I’ll see about getting you that medication tomorrow.
This is a colder and darker night than usual for Alex Webber. He sits on the bed with his bare feet on the cold, dirty wooden floor. The lights in the house are out. He stares glumly out the window behind him, watching the rain. The dim gloomy skylight washes through the window, which is the only light in the house. He listens to the rain hitting on the tin roof, going down the gutter, and flowing with the rest of the water on the ground. He can almost hear the water as it races down the window, connecting together, then separating, but the water moves so smoothly that he couldn’t possibly hear that much. A flash of purple lightning brings color into his dark world only for a moment. He enjoys the rain; the rain fits the way he is feels. He can’t help but think about how wonderful it would be to have a companion. Someone to be right next to him, to hold, lie with, and talk the rain away. It’s easy to get through dreary rainy days when you have someone to help. He can usually not think about being lonely by going out and doing things, but days like this makes it impossible. The warmth and comfort of a female body would make this day more uplifting. The female body is beautiful all in itself. The curves, the skin, eyes to the soul, the whole formation is appealing. It's pure, organic, natural art. “It’s getting to me.” He's carried away in his thoughts. The loneliness has taken hold of him. Trying to get his mind elsewhere, he turns on the radio. Maybe some noise will help. He leans over to the radio, switches it on, and lays back on the bed. The guitar softly and slowly plays, and the singer sings with deep sincerity. “Waiting on an angel. Wanting to carry me home. I hope you come and see me soon, cause I don’t wanna go alone…So be kind to a stranger, cause you’ll never know it just might be an angel come knocking at your door. I’m waiting on an angel to find myself a resting place in my angel’s arms…” The song is called Waiting on an Angel by Ben Harper. It begins to toy with Alex’s head. The words could mean that he is waiting for an angel to carry him to Heaven when he dies. It could mean that he is waiting on an angel to hold in his arms. He doesn’t want to die alone. So, he needs that companion, his own angel to love and hold. His head begins to race with thoughts of the past women in his life. He has loved many women, but has yet to claim love to one. He reminisces about being with the women, looking at them with loving eyes, speaking to them in a loving way, thinking and feeling love, but love has never been returned. He waits on his one to come, like stories of princesses waiting for their prince charming, he waits for his beauty queen, or his angel. He begins to sulk even more than before. He can’t contain his thoughts and feelings. He wants and needs love in his life. Thinking about it only makes things worse. He jumps up and turns off the radio. If he was to continue to listen to that, he would probably kill himself; he wouldn’t, but it would cross his mind for five seconds. The song was good, but he is trying to not think about that subject. The mind switches to another subject and he begins to think of how life can tend to be ironic. For instance, if you get a twenty dollar bill and hold it in front of you with Jackson facing you. Fold the bill lengthwise, like a hot dog, with the bottom coming up. Then, hold both index fingers and place them on the each side of the center, and fold the ends up for a point at the bottom. You should have a half square at the top, and a triangle at the bottom. Now, look at the bill, you can see what looks like the twin towers with smoke coming from the exact places that the towers were hit. Is that ironic? Ironic that it’s actually there? Ironic that someone sat somewhere and figured that out? The bill was that way before 9/11. Someone found something from the past that, somewhat, predicted the future. How does this happen? All of these bring up the question of life itself, not as an irony, but the actual act of life. Is life planned? Is there a pattern? Can you find the future to everything by folding money, or something of similarity? His mental attention continues to jump around various subjects. He never gets to finish a complete thought. As his mind wanders, thinks, and dreams, he gets tired and falls asleep. He can now sleep the rain away, and dream his troubles off.
The next day, the sun shines brightly through the window. The brightest spot from the window shines right in his eyes. The room begins to become very heated. He lies in the bed under the covers and starts to feel like a pig in a blanket baking in the oven. He shoves the covers off of him, groans, and gets out of bed. Today is going to be a glorious day for him. He gets to relax and do whatever he wants, but he has to get out of the house and be around people. He still has lonely thoughts in the back of his head, but he needs to do something fun to change his mind. He does his daily routine, and then decides to take his dog for a walk through the park. He leashes the dog and they walk out the door. He stops once he is outside to feel the weather. The sun beats warmly on his face. He can feel his body absorbing bursts of energy. He smiles and takes a deep breath, locks his door, and heads down the stairs to the ground that will take him out to the world.
They get to the park and Max, the dog, is extremely excited. He begins to pull on the leash because he wants to get there quicker. They walk down the hill at the park to the trail that goes for miles. It is a very pleasant day. The sun shines, the breeze blows, the birds chirp, nothing can make him feel gloomy today. They walk a few minutes and Alex begins to look around at the people. He notices a couple sitting on a bench holding each other. He watches another couple walk down the path in front of him smiling and holding hands. He observes a third couple playing on the ground with their dog. There seems to be couples all over the park. Alex continues to smile and walk his path. He gets a bit choked up about the situation, but he refuses to let it get to him. He looks straight at the path he is walking, and doesn’t look anywhere else. In doing so, he runs into someone on the path. They bump, and quickly try to gain their composer. He tries to apologize to her, but begins to stutter. He sees that she is a gorgeous woman who just so happens to be walking her dog alone. “Oh! Sorry, I uh… I wasn’t paying... I was going...I didn’t see you there. Not that I couldn’t see you there. I mean I like seeing you, you’re very attractive, not like your invisible. So, I didn’t want you to think…I don’t know why I just told you that.” He says trying to figure himself out and then finally snaps, and holds out his hand, “ Hi! I’m Alex Webber. Sorry for running into you.” She smiles and giggles a little, “It’s ok, I wasn’t paying attention either. No harm done.” She takes his hand and shakes it, “I’m Faye Tate.” He smiles genuinely, “Nice to meet you.” While they were talking their dogs begin to play and get all four of them tangled. They clumsily start to get everything un-tangled and laugh along the way. The dogs continue to play right in the middle of the un-tangling, and it makes things worse. It’s very amusing to watch these two try to fix the disaster. They get everything undone and hold their dogs close. “Maybe we should go before that happens again.” She says suddenly while holding her dog. “Yeah, maybe so.” He says dryly. He doesn’t want to leave her. He was enjoying himself, but she probably has better things to do. “Well, nice to meet you. Hope you have fun walking your dog.” She says as she pulls the dog along. “Nice to meet you. Watch where you’re going from now on. You could really hurt someone with your looks…” He says in a joking way and then snaps, “Leash! Hurt someone with your leash. That’s what I meant to say.” He feels like complete crap. She smiles sweetly, “Thanks, you too.” Then, she walks off with her dog. “You too?” He says to himself. “Does that mean she thinks I’m attractive?” He shakes his head and tries not to think about the situation, and continues down the path he was walking before he ran into her. Once reaching the top of the hill he sits at the bench that rests there, pets his dog, and watches the people all over the park. Everyone seems very happy and are enjoying themselves. He does this for a few minutes, and then starts to walk back home.
After getting home, he relaxes. After about an hour, Alex starts to get hungry and finds that he has nothing to eat at home. He puts Max in his kennel, and leaves to go eat. He gets to the restaurant and is seated. While he is walking to his seat he looks around, and what do you think he sees? That it’s a great day for people to come to this restaurant for their date. Couples are at several tables spread about the building. They all talk, laugh, and smile at each other. He can tell that he is going to be eating quickly today. He sits at his table, and waits alone. After a few moments his waitress comes. His waitress just so happens to be the girl from the park. “Oh hey! How are you?” He says surprisingly. “Well isn’t this a small world. How was the rest of your walk?” She says with a smile. “It was nice; I didn’t stay too much longer. What about you?” “I was leaving to go home and get ready to come here. I haven’t had much else today. So, what would you like to drink?” The conversation was over and now it’s time for her to focus on her job. He felt like he was in a very awkward position. He wants to talk to her, but this isn’t the right place or time. He wants a second chance to not seem like a fool, but this wasn’t the best way to go about it. “I’ll just have a glass of tea.” He says like any other customer would. “Okay, it will be right out.” After sitting there for a while he gets anxious, and upset about seeing couples together. He feels uncomfortable so he gets up to go to the bathroom, but as he is scooching out of the booth, he runs into the waitress. She lets out a high pitch shriek as she stumbles and dumps the tray all over herself. On the bright side, all that was spilled were drinks. “Hey I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you coming…I…Uh…Are you okay? Of course you’re okay, I mean it’s just liquid, ice, and stuff, but…I’m sorry.” He just keeps repeating himself and stuttering the whole time. He feels awful about the whole thing. “It’s okay, you just scared me.” She says calmly, “Like you said, just liquid, ice, and stuff, right?” “Yeah…” He says with a goofy grin on his face. He can’t get over how cute she is, and can’t stop smiling. He continues to finish helping her clean up. Everything was alright, but he still felt terrible. He tried talking to her, and maybe asking her out, but that’s probably awkward to do in that situation. So, he stayed shy and reserved away from her. He had to spill everything on her, just his luck. He finishes eating, meanwhile, feeling like the biggest person in the room, or the ugliest, due to everyone looking at him. He eats faster, throws the money on the table ,and runs out the door. “Damn it!” He says panting his lungs out after running two blocks over. Then, he begins to wonder why the hell he ran all that way. He actually ran out of the restaurant, and down two blocks, just to get out of that situation as fast as possible. Pathetic. It’s beginning to get dark outside. He can see the baby blue horizon, just before the rainbow colors fill the sky. He decides to go home and call it a day. He gets home and settles. After a few hours, rain comes out of nowhere. There is a knock at the door. He gets up and goes to the door, opens it, and there stands the waitress from earlier. She is soaked and standing on his porch with the rain pouring behind her. “Hi, I’m sorry, but my car broke down in front of your house. Can I use your phone?’ “Oh, yes of course come in, get dry.” “Thank you.” “You’re the waitress from earlier aren’t you?” He blurts out. “You’re the guy who spilled all the drinks on me today.’ Saying with a convicting tone. “I had to pay for all of that!” “I’m very sorry. I haven’t had a good day, and it just happened. It was an accident.” She explains she had a bad day as well. She changes into some of his dry clothes, and they sit and talk for a while. They really hit it off. Later, she calls a friend to come bring her home. The friend comes and waits outside in the car. He lends her his umbrella until they meet again. “Thanks for helping. I’ll come back tomorrow to look at the car.” “Not a problem. I’m willing to help after running into you so many times today.” “Yeah, I guess there was a reason.” He laughs, “Yeah.” “Well, it was great talking to you. Hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Sure, I should be here.” “Okay, well thanks again. Bye” “Bye.” She walks out into the rain, gets in the car, and leaves. He watches her while smiling. He finally talked to someone, and didn't feel alone. There is something special about her, but isn't sure what. Either way, he's happier than he's felt in years, and very much looking forward to tomorrow.
The next morning Alex is extremely energized and very upbeat. He wakes up early with plenty of sleep, eats some oatmeal, and has a smoothie and coffee. He takes Max out for a walk around the neighborhood, and greets many people along the way. He takes second glances all around him because everything seems different. The town has a different light with a better perspective. “So, this is how couples feel all the time. It's nice."
Later, when he arrives home he sees Faye in his driveway with someone at the car with her. He walks over to them, “Hey, what's going on?" “Hey, just looking over the car to find out what's wrong. This is my uncle, he's a mechanic." “Nice to meet you." Her uncle says with a scratchy redneck voice. “Hi. So, what's wrong?" Her uncle spits out some dip, and responds, “Well, looks like a whole mess of trouble. You got a dead battery, out of gas, and a radiator leak. I can get your gas and battery, and get it running at least, but we gotta look into fixing that radiator before you get bigger problems." “Well, let's get as much done as we can. I don't want to have to worry about this, and I gotta work later." She turns to Alex, “Do you mind if the car stays here for a while longer? We should be back at 5 o' clock to get it out of the way." “Sure, no problem at all. I got and appointment at 4, and should be back here by then to help if you need it." “Okay, well, thank you. We're gonna get going and get it done." “Alright, well I'll see ya in a bit." Faye and her uncle get into his heavy duty truck and drive off. As Alex is leaving his house for his appointment, he notices his neighbor throwing away dead flowers in the can at the street. As he passes by, “Awww, I bet they were very pretty. What was the occasion?" She responds, “Our anniversary. I don't know why he gets flowers. It's not practical; they're just going to die soon anyway. Everything always dies." Alex's eyes get a little watery, “Well, you know it's all about enjoying the beauty as much as you can while it's there." “Well aren't your glasses rosy." “It's not about seeing the world in rose colored glasses. It's about stopping just to smell them." “Yeah, whatever." She blows him off and walks sluggishly to the house. Alex shrugs, smiles, and continues to walk.
Alex is in the doctor's office, who has just examined him, “I'm sorry son. There's just no way to stop it, or even slow it down." “But I feel great today." “Something good happen recently?" “Yeah." “Meet a girl?" “Yeah..." “Mind over matter son, that's all." “Well, can't I just think I feel great all the time, and that will get rid of this thing?" “Sorry, doesn't quite work like that, my boy." “So, how long?" “Few months. No more than a year." “Damn." “I know. That's life though. Dying happens to the best of us." “It's all about how you enjoy it." “That's right. Make the best of it and enjoy yourself." The Doctor pats him on the shoulder, and then decides to give him a hug, “I'd need a drink if I were you." “Yeah, thanks." The doctor leaves, and Alex sits there silently drooping his head. He starts to cry a bit, and then hugs himself.
Alex is walking home and hears birds chirping, feels the cool breeze, and reminisces about all the good, fun times in his childhood and growing up: dressing up for Halloween as a ninja turtle, making cookies and popcorn balls with his mom, high school graduation, parties at college with people dressed up, having great times dancing the night away, traveling to the mountains covered with flowers, and traveling to great cities across the ocean; like Venice, Dublin, and Paris. These were amazingly happy times that he will never forget. He still wishes he had someone to share all those moments with, but maybe he can finish his life sharing some great new times. As he thinks about Faye a smile comes to him. All the smiles are the same, and therefore, she has to be the one to share some happy times with him. It's a sign that they are meant to be with one another. He gets close to his house and he sees her leaning on her car with her arms crossed. He shouts, waves, and starts to run to her. She stands up, looks at him wide eyed, and with a saddened look. As he reaches the road he notices the look on her face, and gets a bit concerned. As he reaches the middle of the road there is tire squeal. Alex turns his head to see a car coming around the corner quickly, and it loses control. Alex is in a state of shock and has no time to get out of the way. Faye screams his name as he gets hit by the car. He rolls over the hood, hits the windshield, and stumbles over the side of the roof. The car hits a pole and the driver flies out of the windshield. Faye runs over to Alex, gets down, holds him, and cries. Alex is still coherent, but is not in pain. “I'm sorry." She says. “You didn't do this. I was going to die anyway. Everything has too, right?" “I'm sorry it happened to you like this. You're a great person, and you don't deserve this. That's why I'm here." He gives a confused concerned look, then she says, “I'm an angel of mercy sent to help you leave painlessly, and grant your wish. You’re not going to die alone." Alex smiles and begins to breathe heavy and fast, “Thank you." “I love you." She says smiling and staring into his wide eyes. A stranger was his angel, come to carry him home. He waits no longer for his angel because he found his resting place in his angel’s arms. That’s all he wanted. Her smile gets brighter, and then she starts to gleam. Her skin, face, her whole body is glowing with a gold and white shine. A light comes from the Heavens through spiraling colorful clouds, and it serves as a spotlight over them. Beautiful big angel wings slowly come from her back and spread out wide and the two of them begin to rise above the world together.
Why can't I get her out of my mind?
I tell myself over and over, time and time again,
Not to let that stuff bother me.
I'm just so lonely,
And I've been that way for awhile.
Every interesting, almost perfect girl, Seems to have something
That I can't seem to have.
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how much I want it,
It never happens.
Never works out one way or another.
But this girl,
Every time she gets me,
And sticks with me.
Since the first random day we met.
It's been random ever since.
Each time we meet
The energy is stronger and stronger.
There's something there,there's a reason behind this crazy chick.
What is in store for me with her? I know something will happen
And I have two ideas,
Good and bad.
Which will it be?
She could be my start,
My downfall,
Or both.
She stains me all over.
My brain is stained with my thought of her
My hands with the smell of her sweet
Vanilla cream skin
My nose with her strawberry scent
And my mouth with her succulant
Citrus lips and alcoholic tounge,
To keep you wanting more.
My heart is stained.
It thumps
As if pumping out a virus, But it just spreads through the body;
Giving me a warm tingly sensation.
My chest and arms still feel as if I'm holding her close.
Still feel her hair brushing my cheek and neck.
Her hand carressing and gripping my head,
And rubbing my shoulders.
I hear her heavy, sexy, soft voice
Stream through my ears.
Eyes fixed on her lips.
I can't help but love and smile
About her fun and exciting spotnaety.
She's everything I want,
And everything I need,
But for now it seems
I can't have her.
Most aggravating thing ever.
She's everywhere, but nowhere.
This dark devious, and wicked woman is out to steal my heart,
Or at least leave something in it to stay,
And change me forever.
I love to hate this heartless, wild,
And devious Diva Heart.
God + Everyone + Everywhere = God is Everywhere and in Everyone
God = Everyone and Everyhting
Ask God for Help= Ask Someone Around You for Help or Find Something That Helps
Receive Blessings from God = Get Encouragement from Others
Ask God for Forgiveness = Apologize to Who or What You Have Hurt with Wrong Intentions
Praise God = Take Care of Everything and Everyone
Jesus + Son of God = Not God
Jesus + Not God = No Religious Recognition
God = Spiritual Recognition
God + You = God is in You
God = You
You are God= Take Care of Your Damn Self
There is a town that prospered in gardens and greenery. Thousands of fruit and vegetables. It was paradise. Every month they would pour a huge jug of water off the side of a cliff and into a water tower. That jug would be filled by other jugs throughout the month. Every year the tower would be filled with water, just in time for the peak of crop season. They would have a town festival for the release of the tower. They kept track of the water levels, and planned the festival accordingly. Once the water was released it started the wonderful flourishing of every plant in the town for climax of season. It is an honor every year for one special person to tip the jug and fill the tower. That person brings nourishment to all.
One year, the town started going through a dry spell. There was less water to fill the tower for a while. Less crops, less green, and more shriveling and brown. Dust began to blow, and people began to die. Years and years this went on, and almost everything was gone. There were no more festivals, and no more paradise fun. At one point, in what would normally be climax season, an outsider came. A man who visited long ago, when everything was green. He was shocked at what he found,
"No more green? What about the tower?"
"Less water to fill the tower." Says a local townsman.
"There's water. There's plenty of water. You just need to find it, get it, and pour it into the tower." The man said with enthusiastic optimism.
"We need water for ourselves now. We can't afford to use the jug." Said a woman in the crowd.
"Trust me. Make it your main priority to fill the jug and tower. Just like you use too. No matter what. Do it, and I promise that when the tower is filled, the release of it will bring so much happiness in your life that you could never imagine. Your crops will grow again, and continue to do so until you have a paradise better than the last." He says with a huge smile and pure sincerity in in bright blue eyes.
"Will you help us?" Cried out a small boy in the middle of everyone.
"Yes, will you stay with us and help us until it is released?" Says the boy's mother.
The entire town looked at the man, desperate for his answer. The man scanned the eyes of the town and made an honorable smile, "Yes, I will gladly stay to give help and support to get done what needs to be done."
The town cheered and they began immediately by scrounging in their houses and finding whatever water they could spare, and filled the jugs to fill the bigger one on the cliff.
After a short while, people had thought it had been a long while. They began to feel as if they were suffering. Some were angry at the man for coming and confiscating their water. Some thought he was evil for what he was doing. They called him Aquarius The Water Bearer.
Aquarius began to get mass amounts of people together to dig holes and prepare crops for the season, and dig other bigger holes to search for water. Aquarius also sent people away from town to search for water, and bring it back. People continued to die more and more for all sorts of reasons.
"What's he doing? Things aren't better at all! They're worse! We should have never trusted him." An angry woman shouts at the town meeting.
More shout, bicker, and argue about how bad they got it because they have to give up a little more water. Aquarius stands prominently and says, "Excuse me, I know times are hard, and times are down. None of you seem to realize how little of time has passed since I've arrived, and we have been going according to plan. Right on schedule. There's more water in the tower, and looking at an on-time release..."
"All that water in the tower, and we're here dehydrating. We want to survive!" A man stands and says firmly, as the majority ramble behind him, cheering him on.
"Sounds like you just need to ration your water. Everyone needs to. Enjoy it when you need it, and if someone needs water for life or death situation, then share your own and stop being stingy, and stop blaming me. Help each other. I'm not a bad person. I'm doing this for the better of everyone like you all wanted me to. Don't hate me for this. I've used eight ounces in 3 days. How much have you used? Everyone will see how much better the end result will be."
The town was frustrated and upset, but they kept going along. Things have to get worse before they get better. And it got worse. Certain people began to plot against Aquarius to take him out, and release the water ahead of schedule, but Aquarius also has people looking out for him, so, no one could get him. Just when the town seemed like they would all kill themselves, Aquarius gives information to a group of children to run around the town and shout, "Water Festival Tomorrow!"
People in the town got excited and anxious. They had many things situated for the release and held a meeting to set the festival off. Everyone was happy and apologized for their words and actions towards Aquarius, but Aquarius wasn't there. Nowhere to be found, and no one knew anything, except the information given to the children. They planned and set up the festival anyway, but some were scared, skeptical, and pessimistic about the whole thing.
The next night the town crowded around the tower, waiting for Aquarius and the water release. Some thought he fled, and it began to get the crowd frustrated and contemplating bad decisions. Aquarius shows up with a big grizzly beard, and a jug of water, "This jug should fill the bigger jug, then the tower. Releasing what we've all been waiting for."
Everyone was surprised and happy that he came through. He kept his word.
"So, do it!" Someone shouts.
"Yeah!" Shouts the rest of the crowd.
"Can I?" Aquarius asks with a grateful smile and watery eyes.
"You're meant to!"
"You're supposed to!"
Aquarius gets excited and begins his triumphant, determined march up the mountain with the jug in hand, never spilling a drop. He reaches the top, and walks to the jug on the cliff. The sky is clear, stars are bright, the moon is full; a perfect back drop for this moment. He climbs the ladder, pours the water in the jug, and climbs down. He gets underneath the jug, and pushes it up. Everyone's eyes widen and smile as they clench their hands. Their stomachs churn, hearts pump, and faces turn red. Including Aquarius, who strains to topple the jug. The jug finally tips and every drop falls into the tower. The water ripples and splashes. There's a rumble, a click, a pop, and the hatch slides open.
Water rains down, and cleanses the town. The river fills, streams run quickly through the town, and more flows out into the land to soak.
Aquarius stays on the cliff by the jug, watching the town get what they want, what they deserve, and celebrate. He enjoys seeing them the happiest they've ever been their entire life.
The town continued to flourish better than before. Just as Aquarius promised. He will live on forever in the highest regard ever in this town. Aquarius The Water Bearer, and Bringer of Rebirth.
I haven't put anything here in a while, and I'm not sure why. Guess I wasn't sure anyone was reading, but then I started wondering, "Who cares?!" I'm supposed to be doing this for me, not to entertain anyone, but that's what I wanted and tried to do. I need to get back to why I really wanted to start this. Why I wanted to start writing in the first place.
“Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals.” Don Delillo
Come to think of it. I haven't really even written anything at all really. I've jotted a few things down here and there, but mostly about the same stuff, or adding to. I need to start something new, then come back to the old shit. On top of that, I feel that I've been this way in my life. It's only the last few days where I felt like something has been on top of me. Stuck someplace deep beneath the surface of my mind. Everything is going by so freakin' fast in life now. I'm running out of time. Living the "real life" and in the "real world" has taken some getting use to. Especially being in Austin, which is considered huge to me. Only 5 hours from the places I grew up and started to form myself, yet it's an entire world. I do feel slightly awakened somehow. Can't explain when it started, or when it ended. Except, obviously the end happened not long ago.
"If you are going through hell, keep going." Winston Churchill
I'm 25 now, and I didn't accomplish all my goals that I had listed many years ago to achieve by now. I can safely say that I feel I accomplished most, and didn't fully finished some. So, it's not too bad, but I need better now. I'm currently on the search to make things better for myself. One thing is to just try to be happier, but, of course, with the way the world is, my main concern is to earn more money. I need to pay on school, or enroll back in it for easier non-payment methods. Also, I could put a business plan together and try to get a sponsor, help, fundraiser, anything to get it going. Another thing, I could also finish a simple, easy script to shoot at nearly no budget with what I got, and who I have.
"Do what you can, with what you have, where you are." Theodore Roosevelt
I have to get more practice and get out there more somehow. Prove what all I have to offer, and what I offer is great.
(Funny quick off topic note. Billie Jean just came on the radio and my dog, Max, is sleeping and his paws are twitching., making him look like he's dancing, lol. It's adorable.)
Anyway, I need to remember to stay focused and on track. There is no such thing as A.D.D., but it's a good thing to blame some things on. So, I've decided to make a list. I can't work properly at my job without a list, and a time to finish. If I don't, then I will be scattered and do things leisurely. Leisure=Lazy. So, I need to try and bring that back to my actual life. Make a list of goals to finish at a reasonable rate. I'm writing this all out to get it out just the way it is, and make it more concrete. Even doing this on a blog where many could see makes it better for me. I always say that's it's easier and better for me to do things, and get them done if I'm doing to for someone else and/or if someone actually asks me to do something for them. Especially if I feel I owe that person something and/or everything, and there's probably many I feel that way about, but it's getting scarce because bitterness has been learning to seep inside me. This way I think it's tricking my mind into thinking I'm promising others, that way I will achieve these goals. Maybe I can get an encourager on different ones ;)
To start things off I need to decide what I really want/need. Ultimately, long term goal, is to own a business, which I would like to be a dinner theater, much like The Alamo Drafthouse except have live theater instead of movies, but play movies occasionally for certain reasons. I would also like to help own and run a production company that puts out films, live theater, music, comics, books, etc... I just like to dabble in all these art forms. I'm trying to find ways to incorporate them all because I have to have them. Mind you, I want to cook, act, and write before and during all this. I would like to have a family as well in the future. The hard part is finding and finishing the short term goals to there. So, by end of this year I would like to have these things done:
1) Finish my two movie scripts
2) Write something for kids
3) Write a story about Lancelot for Alana
4) At least start on a musical
5) Make a short film, which could include a documentary type
6) Write a business plan
7) Make more money regularly, even if it means finding a completely new and different job
8) Get cast in something professional, film or theater
9) Meet the right people
10) Be more positive, and less thinking of negative past issues. Live in NOW.
11) Finish book, which is a collection of short stories
12) Feel accomplished of something everyday, outside of my job
13) Win the lottery *Crosses fingers*...Worth a shot
14) Write a Christmas story
15) Make at least 5 more songs
16) Do something fantastic for my family
17) Do something great for Micah
18) Find better transportation
19) Make at least 5 more "paintings"
20) Help at least 10 people in a great way
I think this is a good list, and a nice round number. I'm gonna make a list of personal things to encourage myself and better myself everyday at home. Maybe this will help my life feel happier. I will update this list to cross things out in a sense, and I look and hope for encouragement from other seeing as how I really can't help but feed off other people and the world. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions on how to help me achieve my goals, or want to add to it, feel free. I feel these goals are very much accomplish-able, so, when I surpass it, then I will feel even better.
Great! I already feel better! Now, time to post this and finish something else by the end of the night. I leave with quotes and videos to inspire and encourage.
"Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once." Lillian Dickson
"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring." Oscar Wilde
"To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone." Reba McEntire
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." William Shakespeare As You Like It, 2. 7.
