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I decided to ramble at the end of this posting, instead of the beginning, as I usually do. It seemed more polite. Many just want to get down to business and read your short. I suppose most are not interested in the ramble. I've spared such the person this week. Of course anyone is welcomed to read it if they are moved to do so.
For the full effect, listen to this song after reading my submission, "
Brightest Day". Thanks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=OoDY8ce_3zk
Patrick awoke to find himself in the most peculiar of
spaces. It was a feeling felt; not yet seen, but there was an undeniable presence.
Soul groggy; memory, deep in a state of forget, he groaned insecurity. The
softs of his wrists wiped clear the hardened goo from his bird-like eyes.
Wiped, they became overcome with vivid light. The foulest odor he’d ever
smelled, permeated through his naked skin, it ached his head. He shivered
uncontrollably.
Regaining enough consciousness and strength too stand, he
did so. It took only moments to realize where he was, and the place he found
himself to be, overflowed his sensory perceptions. Excitement, fear, wonder, all
jumbled together in his mind; a melt-down of extraordinary proportions. He was
aboard what he came to the tundra to study. Truly aghast.
The ship was enormous. A wide open space, easily three
football fields, filled the area. He was alone. The brightly illuminated fabric
of the machine was warm as the sidewalk on a summer’s day, but still, he
shivered. His arms cradled his chest,
with one hand covering his manhood. He walked, aimlessly in wonder, but thrilled
in pursuit of intellect.
“Relax, friend. You will not be harmed.”
He froze. His ears remained empty. Sound waves did not come.
It was silent.
“Who’s there?” He responded, afraid.
Again, a silent answer came; instantaneously, through his cerebral cortex.
“You will be released very shortly. You must relax to
overcome fears. There is no place here for fear, friend.”
Patrick began remembering. Taken from his ice lab, he had
become the subject of the experiment. They took him to gain insight into his
work. Intellectual property he was unwilling to relinquish. Thinking quickly,
he began to manipulate his thoughts.
With his mind clearer, he began to sing a song he remembered
from a grade school production; “We Are the World”, over and over; again and again.
He awoke shivering in his tent.
Sipping tea near the heater, he hummed the tune; unaware.
Word count: Thirty-111
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Bonus: Rhyme & Reason:
I could have milled this challenge over for a day, or two, but the story I wanted to write could not come at this time. I really wanted to be clever with this important week's number, "111", but early this next morning, fate has me leaving on a jet plane, don't worry, I know when I'll be back again. I'm going for an inspiring visit to my sister's house in Florida.
Our families history of solvable health issues, like high blood pressure, cancer, long-time cigarette smoking habits, diabetes, bad teeth, skin, etc. will be taken on, like the big bully it is, with nutrition at full force! She has agreed to follow the strict juicing regimen I learned from Joe Cross and his documentary, "Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead".
I will be playing the Juice Fairy...actually it'll be a double role. Not only will I have fairy juice wings, I will have nicotine's balls in the grips of my strong and manly fairy hands. I squeeze hard, MF! New name: Juice Fairy, The Smoking Annihilator. I guess I should start searching for a seamstress who specializes in spandex super-hero suits.
The pure satisfaction I gain for going, sharing, teaching, and inspiring, is a peaceful feeling of a legacy left. Dropped on to the betterment of my family, and when it all comes down to it, the whole world.
Love. I love love.
Maybe, when Julie is in her late eighties, entertaining a housefull of great grandchildren, I will make my way into the conversation. I love that thought. Keep it real, keep it real real.
She has decided this to be her reality. I have agreed to play a role.
From God's Emerald art piece,
a new child arises.
A different look,
she realizes.
Energetic breaking,
bread anew.
A life, sitting patient,
waited for you.
You are ready now,
the time has drawn near.
Drink love potions,
no more whiskey, no more beer.
You can't help to breathe bad air,
it is a part of our society that doesn't care.
A drag never to be made,
from a cigarette again. Let's Make a Deal in Drag, instead, next year!
Vitamins, juices, supplements and more,
nicotine unfriended; unchained smoke rings fly away, off-key melody.
Dissipate,
Invigorate.
Soon, your taste buds will
be taught to ignore.
Bacon and eggs; meatloaf and
barbequed pork.
Soon, you will learn to sit still with crossed legs, and
empty your mind from the stresses of each day. Focus.
Reality is willing to hand to you,
anything you desire.
Your willing hand,
reaches out to take it.
--SBP
