Thingiemabober

Every crimson sunset is a blood red sunrise on the other side of the world.

"Red sky at night, a sailer's delight; red sky in morning, sailer's take warning."

College

Picking a good college is like picking a good partner. There's a huge variety out there, more than any person could ever look at. There are big ones, small ones, rich ones, poor ones, busy ones, chill ones, beautiful ones, smart ones, and everything in between. There are some that will go for anyone who shows the slightest interest, but those are usually desperate and its often best to ignore them, unless you are desperate too. There are those with the highest of standards, demanding trial by fire before canditates ever get close to getting in. Some demand lots of money. Others already have lots of money, so they make it practically free for any "qualified" candidate. Its hard to tell what you want with so many options, but, you gotta decide.
Then, you've got to apply. Its scary as hell, but you gotta do it. Let them know that you exist, put yourself out there. Give them your number, your email, maybe even your home address.
Then, you wait. And wait. And wait some more. Sometimes, it feels like it takes them forever to get back to you. With others, the response is immediate. With some, you've got to be lucky and get them at the right time of year, some have weird deadlines.
But the wait is worth it, your devoting a lot of your life and time to them. Pick well, miss no opportunities.

Jim dictates

It was yet another dark and stormy night. "This is getting old," said John. "shut your mouth," said Jim.
John was wrong about something. Jim complained, and John punched him in the kidney. Except, Jim was iron man, and punched John through a window with about 2000 kilojoules of energy. As John plummet to a oh-so-certain doom, Jim rushed out and saved him. Jim then flew to an even greater height and dropped him again. John died.
Jim didn't know that Arthur, otherwise known as the incredible hulk, had also wanted to kill John. And, as John was already dead, the opportunity for John-killing had been taken away from Arthur. Arthur got angry and turned big and green. He then leaped into the air and started fighting Jim. After several hours of intense battling, and more then one awkward sex reference, the combatants separated.
Arthur suddenly realized that they had been fighting 300 meters in the air. Unlike Iron man, superman, and the entire cast of Dragonball ; the hulk cannot fly.
So he plummeted to his death. It was scary.
The moral of this story is: if you let Jim dictate a story, he always ends up winning. This is because he is jealous of Arthur's large muscles.

Listening

There are people with good hearing, who can identify who has slipped into a room by the rhythm of their stride. There are people with great hearing, who can read emotions based upon the subtle changes in a voices pitch and cantor. There are people with excellent hearing, who can hear the whispering groan of the earth as autumn turns to winter. But these are all shadows of the person who can hear something when nothing is there at all.

Shades of Gray

The walls are moving. Like melting ice cream, they run down to the floor, making little gray pools on the gray tile. I wonder what they taste like, but I can’t seem to move. Droning voices dully punctuate the air around me, like pulsing ocean waves. The desk below begins to look more and more like a pillow. I’m trapped, I think. Trapped between boredom and curiosity, life and death, dream and reality. Where am I? Who am I? Shades of gray.

DIALOUGE

Statement of desire for object.
Questioning skepticism?
Quickly rethought apathy.
Reassured Joy.
Initial Begging.
Initial Gloating.
Presentation of logical need.
Sudden interest in finger nails...
Plea to inner goodness?
Blank stare.
Request to consider the opinion of higher powers?
Moment of thought... Overruled.
Presentation of subjugating pose?
Demand for greater position of servitude.
Acquiesced.
Bored Disinterest.
Helpless Pleading...
Dramatic pause. Statement of unfulfilled need.
Promise of filling said need.
Genuine thanks.
Request for object of desire?
Denied.
Frustrated anger.
Open ridicule.
Empty threats.
Holding of object just out of reach...
Momentary loss of control.
Reproachful comment.
Restatement of request, including the word 'please'?
Blunt refusal.
Addition of pretty to please, with cherry free of charge?
High pitched mockery.
Disgusted vacation of space...
Disappointed boredom...

Middle School

Roller coaster.
First Hill.
Falling.
Exhilaration.
Innocence.
Hit bottom
Should I...
Have liked that?
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
Look at neighbor.
He knows.
Copy.
Quick.
Next hill.
Still copying
So…
I miss it.
Again.
And again,
Hill after hill:
In the past.
At my neighbor.
Over thought.

Lou's first day on the job was a disaster... (maybe submit)

Louie's first day on the job was a disaster. He worked in a secret nuclear silo. All day, he sat in front of a big red button. He wasn't supposed to press the big red button. Or, at least, not until a important man in a suit called him on the big red phone next to the big red button. The important man didn't call Louie on his first day. But Louie pressed the big red button anyway. Louie's first day on the job was a disaster.

55 word story (maybe submit)

"You're cheating on me?" Fred screamed as he barged into the room.
"What?" said Bess, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb, you whore," Fred shouted, "Joe fessed up to HIS wife. She told me everything."
Bess stormed to the closet door and opened it.
"You told your wife?" she screamed.

Letter from a Dead Person (maybe submit)

What a (jerk). What. a. (jerk). I looked down at the letter again. I hate you Uncle Lou, I mouthed silently to myself. This was a classic Lou move. The first couple of lines read, "Hey you guys. I just wanted to let you know that heaven is pretty good. Not quite what I expected, but I've still been enjoying my stay here. You have got to taste the..."
What a (jerk). This was his idea of a practical joke, of getting the last laugh. I bet he thought up this stupid plan minutes after being diagnosed with colon cancer. I bet thats what he thought: "Let's write a letter to them, have it delivered after I die. Let's (screw) with their heads."
God (dang) (jerk)
I miss you.

Naive Poem (Maybe submit)

One day
When I got home
Mommy told me that our dog
Chewy
Went to a farm in the country
Where there were a lot of open fields
for him to run in
and a lot of squirrels
for him to chase
And he would run and run and run
All day long
And a nice family would take care of him
and feed him
But mommy, I said
Chewy cant run so good
We even need to help him get on the couch
And WE feed him
And I want him
He's MY dog
but she shushed me
and hugged me
and didn't say anything else.
I missed him, and I didn't say anything
But I wanted him back
So the next day
I took the car keys
which I'm NEVER supposed to take
and I got in the car and turned it on
And I ran over the mailbox
and almost hit old Ms Washell
Who was walking down the street
And my mom came out
screaming and hollering
and she yelled at me
and told me never to do that again
And just wait till daddy got home
And I thought that I did something real bad
So I started crying
And I said
I just miss Chewy
And then she stopped yelling
And hugged me
and said
I know.
I miss him too.
But I still never got
to see
Chewy ever again.