Posts Tagged ‘short story’

I’m one of those weird people who likes to pick up litter while walking down the street .. lottery tickets, mail, coupons, to name a few.

As I was walking to the bus stop this windy afternoon, I notice there’s a lot more litter than usual, but that’s what happens when Mother Nature does her thing on garbage day.

The stationary I found was much more "Lisa Frankish," but here's a [VERY PLAIN] example of Lisa Frank kittens.

The stationary I found was much more “Lisa Frankish,” but here’s a [VERY PLAIN] example of Lisa Frank kittens.

While scanning the debris, I find what seems to be a piece of Lisa Frank stationary (if you don’t what Lisa Frank is, click the link; the picture doesn’t do her brand justice). “How weird .. but cute!” I think to myself as I pick it up to gush over the adorableness of the neon kittens, rainbows, and general girly appeal.

Upon further inspection, it looks like a letter from a young daughter name Madison to her mother. Being the nosy person I am, I decide to read it.

Long story short, this girl knows that her mother is an alcoholic, and she’s begging her mom to get better because she misses the way her she used be before she started drinking, before got divorced.

And I just pity this mom .. like how could she have just thrown that letter out like that? It’s a current letter, and obviously it didn’t mean shit to her. If it did, I have no doubt in my mind that she would have kept the letter.

As much as I wish I could tell this mom and daughter that life goes on and gets better, #1 I have no idea who they are, and #2 you can’t help anyone unless they’re ready, so there’s nothing I can do here, unfortunately .. except hope to myself that both of these girls are strong enough to overcome this, and hopefully sooner than later.

As I toss the letter in the trash can at the bus stop, I see the bus in distance and start shuffling through my wallet to find my bus pass.


When I read today’s twist (“approach this post in as few words as possible”), I felt relieved .. it’s 10:07pm (well, when I started writing this entry), I’ve been out for the past 4 hours shopping for Jay’s birthday present, and I have to be up and out in <8 hours if I want a ride to get my methadone .. so I all want to do is get this over with and relax. I mean, I technically have all weekend to do it since my next assignment is on Monday, but there are other things I’d like to write about this weekend, like things that piss me off and some things I’d like to review.

For this assignment, I’m supposed to write a story about how I found some random paperwork, read it, and let it “affect [me] deeply, and [I] wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed” (did I use the bracket right? Seriously let me know; the sentence actually reads like this: “it affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed”). And of course, write as little as possible. Seemed easy when I first thought about it, but after a few moments it seemed like it might be a little more difficult than imagined .. but honestly, it wasn’t hard at all once I thought about what I wanted to write, and that only took me a couple of minutes to think of. Actually, there was only one slightly difficult part, and that was getting rid of the rambling since the story’s supposed to be short, and I have a knack for rambling (thoughts gone awry! XD).

Time to edit, post, then get comfy so I can watch a few episodes of South Park on DVR until I nod off. Have a great weekend everyone =D I am HOPING to write at least one entry this weekend since #1 I have to writing something on privacy due to some information I received today and #2 I want to want some reviews for my Influenster and PINCHme campaigns.


Today, I’m going to pretend I have superpowers! Not all of them, just a couple .. invisibility and teleportation. And I only have them for a day, so I have to make the most of them. There are many things I could do, and most of them aren’t so legal .. this one included. But if you come along with me, you’ll understand why.

After I am given the superpowers, I “come to” in a familiar yet surreal place that I haven’t been in over 7 years .. my son’s (Jay’s) father’s (Kyle) house. I’m in Kyle’s living room, and it’s looks almost the same as the last time I was there .. dark, cluttered/filthy, and full of smoke. The windows, TV screen, EVERYTHING is stained with nicotine. The carpet has never been vacuumed; the ashtray hasn’t been emptied in what seems like days, but Kyle and his mom (Beth) are chain smokers, so it was probably dumped when they woke up this morning. I notice the time: 7:59am.

I walk out of the tiny living room into the even darker hallway, and make a left into the much lighter, but just as cluttered kitchen. The walls still have the same aqua-ish paint, but now have a yellowish tinge. Actually, everything’s the same in here as well! The kitchen table, chairs, external pantry, fridge .. damn! But this is where I find Jay .. the first time I see him in over 4 years. I start to tear up. I want to hug and hold him, but I know he won’t feel me and it will just be weird. So I hop up and sit on the counter and watch him eat his bowl of Kix. When he’s done, he just leaves his bowl there (“wtf?!” I think, “has Kyle and them really not taught him to clean up after himself?”) and walks to his room, where I assume he’s going to change for school.

I follow him. While he opens the bedroom door, I am nervous about what I am going to see. When Kyle and I were together, I never saw the inside of this room. Kyle literally slept on the living room floor. Beth said Kyle destroyed that room so bad that she could barely open the door. Ugh, I cringe. I SO hope Jay’s room isn’t that bad .. but I hoped wrong. Kyle lives in there with him apparently, and more than half the mess I see is Kyle’s. I am furious; why is Kyle letting Jay live like this?! This isn’t fair to him at all. There’s a bunk bed in here, and it seems to me that Jay has the top bunk. Look, Kyle’s not a big guy .. a tall, scrawny thing. He could fit up there and be fine! I can’t believe he’s letting his own son sleep up there! I mean, yeah .. he’ll be 8 in less than a week, but that, in my opinion, is the minimum! But whatever, I’m not here to make decisions, unfortunately. But what’s really sad though is the fact that most of Kyle’s garbage is empty beer bottles, cans, and ashtrays .. I’m now more horrified than furious. I calm down once Jay gets into his school uniform; green polo, khakis, and black shoes .. he looks soo handsome! He then walks into the bathroom to brush his teeth (pssh, at least he can do that!) quickly (ugh, I spoke too soon) and fix his hair.

It’s now 8:08am, and Jay has to be at school at 8:30am. School’s right down the street, so Beth drives Jay to school since Kyle doesn’t have an license, even though he’s 30. When Kyle goes back into the kitchen to retrieve Jay’s bookbag and lunchbox, I notice the fridge is actually stocked with food! Milk, OJ ANDD apple, some Tupperware containers (looks like left overs .. pasta and red sauce, fried chicken, broccoli), lunch meat, madd condiments! What a miracle! And Kyle’s 12 pack isn’t empty and chillin! I laugh at myself. Before Jay, that fridge literally only had creamer in it .. MAYBE a beer from last night.

I follow the three of them downstairs, and Uncle Guy (he lives downstairs) is in the dark, dusty, but bare parlor watching the news. I glance around at everything, and it’s really the same exact way it’s always has been .. same furniture, same positions, same spookiness in the air. Seriously, I always thought that house was haunted. They all did. I want to check out the attic at some point today, but I’m NOT going up there alone, and I don’t know if Kyle still hangs out up there. That was the creepiest part of the house. Kyle and I tagged the hell out of out the parts that had dry wall (most of it was brick), and hung up out there soo many nights listening to music, smoking pot, and having sex .. ahh, the good all days.

I decide I want to stay; I can watch Jay at school later. Why the sudden change of mind? Kyle doesn’t go for the ride. I can sneak back upstairs with him when he’s done saying goodbye to Jay, and really mess with him. Like I said, the whole house (except maybe Jay .. I’ve never been able to ask him) knows the house is haunted, so yah. But Kyle is taking longer than I expected since Uncle Guy is BSing with him about what kind of yard work he needs Kyle to do over the next couple of days since spring has finally sprung.

Finally! After what seems like an hour, Kyle and I finally get back upstairs. I glance at the clock on the cable box; 8:21am .. wow, my timing’s way off for once. I’m hoping Beth doesn’t come home right away so I have some time to mess with Kyle, but I doubt it since she didn’t mention anything. But that’s okay, because I don’t mind fucking with her either .. the thing is though, I kind of want to do this in a way that Kyle might think it’s me messing with him. As for Beth, she’s almost never liked me, so I feel like she’ll even call the fuzz on a ghost, ha! I sit on the couch and glance at the TV playing close captioned Maury, while Kyle sits at the PC and browses through iTunes to find a good to start with. I suddenly remember Kyle likes to listen to music AND watch TV at the same time .. hence the reason why the CC is on. Perfect opportunity to mess with the music and put on some of “our songs”.


So, whatcha think? I personally think I did an awesome fricken job! To be honest, I did want to go to school with Jay, but at the last moment I decided to stay home, even though school would’ve been a better place to do this certain assignment. But oh well. And hey, who knows? Maybe I’ll come back to this story at some point of my blogging career and go to school. Remember, I only have them for a day (24 hours, I guess), and it’s only been about an hour. Maybe once Writing 101 is over I can do this as a weekly thing .. what do you think?

Here’s some food for thought before I said goodbye .. If you were given the option to have up to 3 superpowers for 72 hours (3 days), what would you want them to be, and why?