Assignment #1 - A Time My World Changed v. 2

I can see

my vision is blurred

colors blend together

stuck together

unattainable, opaque, unclear

i trip

i fall

every movement jumps, blinks, moves

my vision is blurred

brown becomes black

yellow becomes green

thin, black lines on paper

appear blank

blank

blank

white

someone notices

my trips, my falls, my clumsiness

holds out a hand

places it on my hand

i put it on

It is clear

Precise lines web through on my paper

There are a million different shades

Thousands of the same color

Color

I can define it

I can touch it

I can feel it

It reaches out and I…

I can see

>I have no idea what I should title it. .__.''

Beggar Who Loves to Sing - 2/21/08

"...boughs of holly! Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!"

The man's screeching voice echoed in the Market Square. Several passing customers covered their ears - in vain - but the man took no notice. He continued.

"'Tis the season to be jolly!"

Other passing pedestrians glared at the singing beggar while the younger stopped pointed, and laughed. Or even wailed. The beggar, once again, took no notice.

"Fa-la-la-la-la! La-la-la-la!"

A tall woman passed by, stopped, hearing the horrible singing and walked up to the singing beggar. She stepped in front of him and raised a delicate eyebrow.

"I'm sure we would appreciate it if you would stop singing."

The man took no notice. By now, many pedestrians had stopped to watch amidst the screeching singing.

With no reply, the woman dug in her purse and pulled out a crisp bill. She covered the beggar's mouth and said, slowly:

"Sir, I'm paying for you to stop singing.

The square erupted into applause.

Elevator Scene - 2/15/08

The elevator door closed with a bell tone and Shaggy felt his cheeks turn red. There, standing in the elevator with him was this hot woman in tights, boots, a fitting top and a mask. Her long blond hair peeked out from her mask and hood.

Shaggy panted, realized what he was doing and turned away. There, stuck with him for a whole thirteen floors was the woman of his dreams!

He hoped he wasn't dreaming.

The woman turned to his direction in a corner, stared, and looked as if she raised an inquiring eyebrow.

Shaggy looked away.

"What?" her voice was soft yet demanding. She sounded irritated but to Shaggy, her voice was like an angel singing in the heavens.

Later, Shaggy would blame his response on his male hormones... He couldn't help himself. After all, he was male. And one with no brains who could only eat.

"N-Nothing... Just..." he started but trailed off as he caught sight of her breasts.

The woman held out a fist. "You have five seconds."

Shaggy gulped and looked around, realized for the third time, he was stuck in an elevator with a woman and how dangerous it was.

And that, my friends, was how Shaggy had gotten a red hand-print on his cheek.

Note: Forgive me if Catwoman's hair isn't blond.

Assignment #1 - A Time My World Changed v.1

Changed Vision

blurred

fog

every movement

jumps, moves, blinks

unclear, opaque

it blends together

Until now.

Clear

Precise lines

come together

to show

Depth

Shades

Shadows

Color…

I can see

> What does it need?

> Should I add more?

> What descriptions should I add?

58 - Truth

It all started on the last Friday night in May. I had just been stood up by a date and felt I really needed a drink. So there I was, sitting in a bar and playing with the alcohol in the middle of the night. It was late, later than I had been out ever before.

No one would care though. I lived alone in an apartment. Alone. With a few part-time jobs.

Like I said, the only ones who would care would be my employers. Then again, even if I upped and disappeared, my employers wouldn't care.

I was lonely.

So on that Friday night in May, it came to a surprise when this man came into the bar and sat next to me. I jumped and tensed. Well, it was a man who just sat next to a woman in a bar. Why wouldn't I be tensed?

Instead, he ordered a couple of drinks and half an hour later, he was drunk. Dead drunk. I mean, seriously drunk.

There, I sat, trying to scoot my stool away from this drunk man. It really was becoming nerve-wracking.

"Cathy..."

I froze, how on earth did he know my name? It wasn't like he walked in and knew me right away. I couldn't even recall telling him my name. And I was sure I was not drunk.

I peered at him, studying his facial expression closer. His heavy lashes covered his eyes - he looked my age - maybe older. A thick mass of brown hair covered his head, its soft tufts flew up to defy gravity. He grumbled. I jumped, startled.

"Cathy... 'M sorry..."

I stared - I couldn't help it. Perhaps he was just talking about another woman named Cathy and I was just a coincidence. That's right, I thought, digging through my purse for my cash. I should just leave.

His murmurs grew louder. "I ne'er should 'ave left you..."

But just as I was about to get up, his arm came out and took a hold of my sleeve. Startled, I let out a muffled scream.

The bartender gave me an inquiring glance. I ignored him. Instead, I reached over to the drunk man and tugged his arm away from my sleeve. He grunted.

"All my fault... 'ow could I..."

His muttering decreased.

It was then that I realized he was asleep.

I let out a sigh and slowly pry his fingers off my sleeve. Once that task was accomplished, I reached for my coat and slipped it on. It would do no good to me if I came to work with a cold - warm as it is outside.

I left the bar but that was only the first time in which I would see the drunk man.

The second time I saw him was the next week. Same night. I had nothing to do so why not go to a bar. It was my old routine, a habit, albeit, a bad one.

I walked into the fumes and the dimly lit lights of the bar and spotted him at once. The drunk man from last week.

This time, however, he was not drunk. Instead, he seemed to just be taking slow sips of the same alcoholic drinks from last week. Just the same.

I moved away, sat far from his place. He seemed to be looking for someone...

But an hour later, he seemed to spot me. The next thing I knew, he was right next to me once more.

I ignored him, what would he want with me?

"Cathy."

Startled, I turned to him. "How do you know my name?" I asked. He stared at me, curious.

"Don't you know?"

"Know what?" I asked. I turn to look away. His eyes were piercing. It was as if he knew me.

I don't know him though.

"Me. Your friends. Your school. Your life," he sounded disbelieving. As if he couldn't believe this was happening and he was arguing with me.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

I felt him staring at me.

"Your brother."

My head spun sharply to look at him. "I have no brother." Cold, my voice became cold.

"You do. I'm your brother," he pleaded. I ignored him and stood up.

"I have no brother. I have no family. I have no school life. You know why? Because I can't remember it!" I left him.

The one connection to my memories.

Maybe I didn't want to remember.

But this was only the second meeting.

The next Friday, I dreaded going to the bar. That Friday, I decided against going and went to see a movie nearby. Chances were slim that I would meet the drunk man again.

The drunk man. That was what I had begun calling him in my head. Not my brother. The drunk man. My brother didn't exist. At least, not anymore.

Lady luck didn't seem to be on my side. While on my way to the movies, I ran into him again - the drunk man.

"Cathy!"

I turn around and head for home.

"Cathy, wait," he called. I felt his strong grip on my shoulder. I shudder, trying to shake his grip off.

"Get away from me," I gritted my teeth.

His grip slacked. "Please Cathy..."

"Katherine... That's what I'm called, my name." I turned to look at him. He stared back, confused.

"Catherine... I'll remember that..." he let go of his grip.

That was the third time we bumped into each other.

TBC

My Sock Keeps Slipping!

My sock keeps slipping. Every time I wear these boots - they're really nice boots and one of the only ones in which I like - my sock slips.

Because my boots are tall and tight around my legs, the soft fabric of my socks keeps slipping. Other times, they stay in the stretched position in which I chose to pull.

Though it could be that a few of my socks are short. Others are tall enough to reach over the end of my boots. Other times, they're mismatched.

Did I tell you?

They're toe socks. Lovely, warm, comfortable toe socks. Striped pink, yellow, frogs, monkeys, hearts, polka dots... Endless possibilities. And all mismatched.

I like my socks. But they keep slipping.

Random drabble thing. :D

Mistletoe Crisis v. 3

Mistletoe Crisis

[Scene opens to a noisy, bustling classroom. Class is about to begin. A group of three friends are chatting animatedly. Two girls sit next to each other in the desks and a boy is sitting on top of the desk in front of them. The teacher is nowhere in sight. The boy suddenly claps his hands as if realizing something important. In the background, another boy is sitting in front of SAM. Several girls are scattered; most are chatting in pairs. A couple of boys are sitting in the corner of the room.]

SAM

I can’t believe I forgot! [stares up at ceiling]

LEAH and ANNA

Forgot what? – What’d you forget? [overlapping]

SAM

[gestures as he talks] It’s my tradition but – um – every year, the day before Christmas break, I would bring a mistletoe. Man, back at North Carolina, you could find them everywhere but in Minnesota, I didn’t even see any! It’s so –

ANNA

[interrupts] So what’s the tradition?

SAM

Oh! Right… Well, I’d bring a mistletoe to school and in every class, I put it on top of every girl’s head and I’d kiss her on the cheek!

LEAH

Wouldn’t that take a while?

SAM

No! See? [gets up and proceeds to pretend to put mistletoe on top of every girl’s head and kiss her on the cheek. He causes a few girls to stare in his direction]

LEAH

Wow… [watches in fascination]

ANNA

Wow is right. [laughs] I can’t believe he’s actually doing that… [puts hand over mouth to cover laughter]

LEAH

At least Mr. Hiller isn’t here yet. [SAM is still going through with his demonstration but doesn’t see that one is male.]

[Classroom door slams open and MR. HILLER comes in, stops, and stares at SAM.]

MR. HILLER

Sam! What are you doing? [startles SAM into actually kissing ADAM, a classmate and friend, on the cheek.]

SAM

[looks up, red faced] U-Uh…

ADAM

[smirks and crosses arms] He’s going.

MR. HILLER

[walks over to desk] Going? Going where?

SAM

Back to my desk!

[The rest of the class is laughing in the background as SAM scrambles over to his desk, red as can be while ADAM is unfazed.]

ANNA

[turns to LEAH] I can’t believe that happened!

LEAH

[giggles] I know!

MR. HILLER

Right, class is starting so [puts notes on overhead] sit in your seats and be quiet.

[Throughout the class, SAM is casting ADAM red-faced stares and questionable glances. MR. HILLER catches SAM as he casts a stare.]

MR. HILLER

[surveys classroom and double-takes in SAM’s direction] Sam! What are you doing?

SAM

E-Er…

MR. HILLER

I hope you aren’t staring at Adam.

[The class erupts into laughter as SAM sinks into his desk. ADAM, again, looks unfazed but shows signs of distress. Scene slowly fades away and the class ends. SAM hurriedly throws everything on his desk into his backpack and tries to rush out. ADAM, however, catches up with him.]

ADAM

[grabs SAM’s sleeve] Hey Sam!

SAM

[stops and turns around to face ADAM, filled with dread] Yeah?

[ANNA and LEAH past by, giggling.]

ADAM

I was wondering if I could talk to you. [sees LEAH and ANNA] Privately.

SAM

[confused look] Yeah, sure.

[Both SAM and ADAM go into the back of the room. MR. HILLER glances in their direction knowingly, grabs a large file, and leaves. The rest of the class slowly file out without glances in their direction.]

[SAM and ADAM stand. ADAM looks determined but is wringing his hands.]

SAM

So… [slowly slides into desk] What do you need?

ADAM

[still standing] Did you mean it?

SAM

[confused] Mean what?

ADAM

[gestures] You know!

SAM

[shakes head] No I don’t. What do you mean?

ADAM

[frustrated, takes deep breath and starts again slowly] Sam… You’ve been my friend for--

SAM

Three months. [nods]

ADAM

Right. We’ve hung out for three months – has it really only been three months? It seemed longer…

SAM

[exasperated] Get to the point, Adam.

ADAM

Right, well I’d like you to know this… [starts pacing]

SAM

Adam… What are you –

ADAM

I’m gay. [looks at floor]

SAM

[makes “O” mouth] Oh… Well… I saw that coming.

ADAM

Wait, you did? [stops pacing and stares at SAM]

SAM

Sure, everyone in the class knew. [shrugs]

ADAM

[runs hand through hair] Everyone in the class knew?

SAM

[nod] Yep, it was kind of obvious. [crosses arm]

ADAM

[speechless] Are you kidding me…? [paces again]

SAM

Hey, Adam?

ADAM

[ignores] Sam, there is still something else I need to tell you.

SAM

Go on. [gestures]

ADAM

There’s this… guy I’ve liked for years…

SAM

A guy?

ADAM

[stops pacing and stares at SAM]

SAM

Right! A guy! [awkward]

ADAM

Well, he’s kind of… oblivious…

SAM

Oblivious how?

ADAM

[Runs hand through hair again] I like him…but… he’s not…

SAM

Gay?

ADAM

Yep.

SAM

Must suck.

ADAM

It does. And there’s another guy I like too…

SAM

You like two guys?

ADAM

Am I not allowed to?

SAM

Sure, why not? Do I know him?

ADAM

[unsure] Well… I don’t know… I think so…

SAM

Is it hard?

ADAM

What is?

SAM

You know. To like a guy.

ADAM

Sometimes. [slides into desk next to SAM]

SAM

Especially since you don’t now…

ADAM

Do you think I should tell him?

SAM

Adam. You’ve been my best friend since I’ve been here. I know you. Go for it.

ADAM

Alright. [deep breath and slowly says] I like you.

SAM

[taken back] Adam… You know I’m not gay.

ADAM

[stares] What are you talking about? I’m only practicing.

SAM

[funny glance and tilts head] You’re okay though?

ADAM

[laughs] Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?

SAM

Well, we should go.

ADAM

Alright. [grabs bag and gets up to leave]

SAM

[follows ADAM to door]

ADAM

[stops suddenly] Hey Sam?

SAM

Yeah?

ADAM

Thanks. [disappears off stage]

SAM

[confused] Wha--? Adam! Thanks for what? [disappears from view but voice can be heard] Hey Adam!

The Beginning

The Beginning

We stand in perfect rows
Armed with ammunition

We stand in perfect rows
Faces full of determination

We stand in perfect rows
The army comes marching towards us

A gunshot is heard
Chaos, frenzied, scattered, panic

The war has begun

Note: This is sort of based on the start of the Revolutionary War. That war really did change the world. So I wrote in the POV of a minute-man.

Mistletoe Crisis

Mistletoe Crisis

[Scene opens to a noisy, bustling classroom. Class is about to begin. A group of three friends are chatting animatedly. Two girls sit next to each other in the desks and a boy is sitting on top of the desk in front of them. The teacher is nowhere in sight. The boy suddenly claps his hands as if realizing something important. In the background, another boy is sitting in front of SAM. Several girls are scattered; most are chatting in pairs. A couple of boys are sitting in the corner of the room.]

SAM

I can’t believe I forgot! [stares up at ceiling]

LEAH and ANNA

Forgot what? – What’d you forget? [overlapping]

SAM

[gestures as he talks] It’s my tradition but – um – every year, the day before Christmas break, I would bring a mistletoe. Man, back at North Carolina, you could find them everywhere but in Minnesota, I didn’t even see any! It’s so –

ANNA

[interrupts] So what’s the tradition?

SAM

Oh! Right… Well, I’d bring a mistletoe to school and in every class, I put it on top of every girl’s head and I’d kiss her on the cheek!

LEAH

Wouldn’t that take a while?

SAM

No! See? [gets up and proceeds to pretend to put mistletoe on top of every girl’s head and kiss her on the cheek. He causes a few girls to stare in his direction]

LEAH

Wow… [watches in fascination]

ANNA

Wow is right. [laughs] I can’t believe he’s actually doing that… [puts hand over mouth to cover laughter]

LEAH

At least Mr. Hiller isn’t here yet. [SAM is still going through with his demonstration but doesn’t see that one is male.]

[Classroom door slams open and MR. HILLER comes in, stops, and stares at SAM.]

MR. HILLER

Sam! What are you doing? [startles SAM into actually kissing ADAM, a classmate and friend, on the cheek.]

SAM

[looks up, red faced] U-Uh…

ADAM

[smirks and crosses arms] He’s going.

MR. HILLER

[walks over to desk] Going? Going where?

SAM

Back to my desk!

[The rest of the class is laughing in the background as SAM scrambles over to his desk, red as can be while ADAM is unfazed.]

ANNA

[turns to LEAH] I can’t believe that happened!

LEAH

[giggles] I know!

MR. HILLER

Right, class is starting so [puts notes on overhead] sit in your seats and be quiet.

[Throughout the class, SAM is casting ADAM red-faced stares and questionable glances. MR. HILLER catches SAM as he casts a stare.]

MR. HILLER

[surveys classroom and double-takes in SAM’s direction] Sam! What are you doing?

SAM

E-Er…

MR. HILLER

I hope you aren’t staring at Adam.

[The class erupts into laughter as SAM sinks into his desk. ADAM, again, looks unfazed but shows signs of distress. Scene slowly fades away and the class ends. SAM hurriedly throws everything on his desk into his backpack and tries to rush out. ADAM, however, catches up with him.]

ADAM

[grabs SAM’s sleeve] Hey Sam!

SAM

[stops and turns around to face ADAM, filled with dread] Yeah?

[ANNA and LEAH walk past by, giggling.]

ADAM

I was wondering if I could talk to you. [sees LEAH and ANNA] Privately.

SAM

[confused look] Yeah, sure.

[Both SAM and ADAM go into the back of the room. MR. HILLER glances in their direction knowingly, grabs a large file, and leaves. The rest of the class slowly file out without glances in their direction.]

[SAM and ADAM stand. ADAM looks determined but is wringing his hands.]

SAM

So… [slowly slides into desk] What do you need?

ADAM

[still standing] Did you mean it?

SAM

[confused] Mean what?

ADAM

[gestures] You know!

SAM

[shakes head] No I don’t. What do you mean?

ADAM

[frustrated, takes deep breath and starts again slowly] Sam… You’ve been my friend for--

SAM

Three months. [nods]

ADAM

Right. We’ve hung out for three months – has it really only been three months? It seemed longer…

SAM

[exasperated] Get to the point, Adam.

ADAM

Right, well I’d like you to know this… [starts pacing]

SAM

Adam… What are you –

ADAM

I’m gay. [looks at floor]

SAM

[makes “O” mouth] Oh… Well… I saw that coming.

ADAM

Wait, you did? [stops pacing and stares at SAM]

SAM

Sure, everyone in the class knew. [shrugs]

ADAM

[runs hand through hair] Everyone in the class knew?

SAM

[nod] Yep, it was kind of obvious. [crosses arm]

ADAM

[speechless] Are you kidding me…? [paces again]

SAM

Hey, Adam?

ADAM

[ignores] Sam, there is still something else I need to tell you.

SAM

Go on. [gestures]

ADAM

There’s this… guy I’ve liked for years…

SAM

A guy?

ADAM

[stops pacing and stares at SAM]

SAM

Right! A guy! [awkward]

ADAM

Well, he’s kind of… oblivious…

SAM

Oblivious how?

ADAM

[Runs hand through hair again] I like him…but… he’s not…

SAM

Gay?

ADAM

Yep.

SAM

Must suck.

ADAM

It does. And there’s another guy I like too…

SAM

You like two guys?

ADAM

Am I not allowed to?

SAM

Sure, why not? Do I know him?

ADAM

[unsure] Well… I don’t know… I think so…

SAM

Is it hard?

ADAM

What is?

SAM

You know. To like a guy.

ADAM

Sometimes. [slides into desk next to SAM]

SAM

Especially since you don’t now…

ADAM

Do you think I should tell him?

SAM

Adam. You’ve been my best friend since I’ve been here. I know you. Go for it.

ADAM

Alright. [deep breath and slowly says] I like you.

SAM

[taken back] Adam… You know I’m not gay.

ADAM

[stares] What are you talking about? I’m only practicing.

Note: Is the title okay? I was thinking of changing it.