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ok.. so I'm taking a next step in my life. I'm improving on myself. I'm going down this path i am on, thanks to God. I now attend a church regularly, and I like its small confines in a church building i attended nearly 40 years ago. To me it is surreal. Do i know whats ahead, or even where I am going? no, not at all. to be honest it scares me, but I need to step out of my fear and take charge of my life, and live it the way I and God want me to be. where ever this path goes, I'm sticking it out to the end. I feel it is a testament to who I am. I am learning more and more everyday about myself. and improving, also trying to make amends for past mistakes. But one can only make amends for mistakes where there was mistakes to begin with, if people don't want to listen then that is their fault, and their loss. I wont go where im not wanted and I know I am a good man, if you don't.. well that's too bad so sad for you... |
| DAY 1184: February 11, 2016 Prompt: If you could travel back in time to change one event in this countries, or even your , history what would it be? and why? try to make this into a poem, story or just a rant. always remember to have fun with this! Personally, I would go back to the jfk assassination, and make sure that the motorcade didn't go down Elm st. giving those people who shot him, and frame Lee Harvey Oswald for the crime, a kink in their plans. In my opinon the good that would come out of that would far out shine the bad, I think. If you don't know JFK was to pull us out of Vietnam all together. if we pulled out, think of how many lives could be saved. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1179: FEBRUARY 6TH PROMPT Prompt: Tell me about your best friend. Over my years I have had many "best friends" but only one of them has ever really known me and all my secrets. his name is Charlie, not only was he my best friend but he was also my sunday school teacher and someone I can tell everything to, and yes, I do mean everything. Over the years, me and him have had some conversations that most people couldn't understand. they were pure science conversations. As well as logic discussions. we discussed everything in science and logic we could, we pushed all the boundaries, religulous, moral, ethical, as well as pure logic levels. To me it was like a drug, having these conversations with him. He is, was, and ever will be my best friend. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1178 February 5, 2016 Prompt: What do you think is more important for getting things done: passion or steadfastness? If you are asking me if one or the other is more important to get things done, I would have to say both are important equally. I could not in good conscious say that one is more important than the other. Passion will make you want to do it and do it right, but steadfastness will serve you to keep you on track of larger projects, and ensure that you keep going till the end. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1176: February 3, 2016 Prompt: What inspired you this week? Now that is a good question, what did inspire me this week? but I think the bigger question for me is "Was I inspired this week?" well, to be honest... no I wasn't inspired this week. I think this is mainly because I was recently very disappointed in the company I work for, and after four years you'd think id be used to it, but obviously I'm not. then there is all the other issues I have so no, so far, this week I am not inspired, but the future is very hopeful. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1175 February 2, 2016 It's February and soon it will be Valentines Day, an numerous tributes to romance. With that thought in mind, what do you think are the ingredients of a successful romance novel? Are the ingredients different from other genres? Not sure whether or not I am the appropriate person to make comments about successful romances, but I will try to make some comments as I have not been an angel in the whole thing, in fact I have not been, what I would say is being good in any way, shape , or form pf that word. But I will say that I think a successful romance novel should have some honest attraction between at least two characters, whether physical or other wise, a bit of teasing, and abit of sex. Then once it is almost fully mixed toss in a bot of betrayal, and lust and then you'll have it. I donot believe it would be any different for any other genre, as romance is romance regardless of the type pf story it is in. Those are my two cents! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1172: JANUARY 30TH PROMPT Prompt: Have you ever continued arguing a point you knew was wrong? Why? Hmmm, arguing a point I knew was wrong? of course, it is not in my personality to let someone get the better of me, but I pick and choose may battles carefully. For example, If I really like the person I might argue it a bit then concede to the point, but if i find the person to be of bad reputation or of Ill repute..... It's game on for me.... I take it as a challenge, and Im all about the challenge. does that make me too bad? I hope not. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1172: JANUARY 30TH PROMPT Prompt: Have you ever continued arguing a point you knew was wrong? Why? Hmmm, arguing a point I knew was wrong? of course, it is not in my personality to let someone get the better of me, but I pick and choose may battles carefully. For example, If I really like the person I might argue it a bit then concede to the point, but if i find the person to be of bad reputation or of Ill repute..... It's game on for me.... I take it as a challenge, and Im all about the challenge. does that make me too bad? I hope not. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1169: January 27, 2016 Prompt: Write a short story or poem that ends with "And so the day ended." Be creative and have fun. the day begins, as the sun rises the new day begins, life starts again, creatures pop their heads out to look at the new day, much like a child on Christmas morning. As their day progresses each creature is challenged, their own minds left to salve the issues, With each success there comes another challenge, until tall the challenges are satisfied. then the day begins to come to a close, and life begins to rest for a bit, until another day presents itself. and the new day will bring new and more challenges with it, and so the day ended. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1167: January 25, 2016 "There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition" - ROD SERLING Prompt: Write a story, poem, or personal experience based on this quote. It was a bright warm spring day, when John ellman had risen early and began to prepare for work. His Wife Joan had prepared his breakfast, and his lunch, while he was getting dressed. Once he was satisfied that he looked good enough for his job at the bank as a notary public,. He smiled at himself in the mirror. “Today will be the day everything changes,” he said confidently while watching himself in the mirror. He made his way down stairs to find his wife dutifully waiting by the kitchen table where she set his food down. “Good morning, dear,” she said cheerfully. “Well, good morning to yourself,” he replied as he sat down and began to eat his breakfast and drink the coffee she brought him a few seconds later. She then opened the back door and picked up the news paper that sat in the middle of the door mat just outside the door. She smiled as she saw the back tire of the newspaper boy that delivered the paper as he passed the house by in the ally way. “Thank you George,” she said waving to the boy as he passed by. “Did he put the paper on the step again, Joan?” John asked. “Yes, John,” she answered, “ yes he did.” “He is such a good kid,” He commented. “Yes he is. “ Joan replied,” I must ma…” Her voice suddenly stopped in midsentence, and she stood by her husband frozen with in that one instant, as if time itself had stopped on her. “Joan?” John asked,” Is everything alright dear?” Joan didn’t move, not an eye twitch, no breathing no nothing. John panicked and got to her side and attempted to pick her arm up. Like steel it was frozen in that exact position, and it wasn’t going to move, or at the very least, he wasn’t strong enough to move it. “What the…” John exclaimed not sure of what to do. Upon further inspection john noticed that the house was enveloped in complete silence, which is nearly impossible, as they had his fathers old Grandfather clock in the living room, with its large pendulum swinging it always ticked and tocked, filling the air with a certain rhythmic patterned clicking noise. John found it very soothing. John looked around and found that the clocks pendulum was stopped in mid-motion, With a confused expression on his face, John thought about it, because he knows that is completely impossible. John turned and glanced outside his living room window and saw his neighbor, Mister Jose Rodriguez, who was a gardener by trade, out, as usual, doing his morning watering before he left for work that day. He took a few steps to the front door to ask him about this, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw that the stream coming out of the hose had stopped in midair. John went outside to investigate, Once he opened the door, he got a real surprise. Across the street he saw the newsboy, George delivering his newspapers across the street from him he was riding his bicycle and was throwing a newspaper when this whole affair happened, Like everything else, it had stopped in mid air as well just hanging there unaffected by anything , just like the rest of what he saw. John started walking around his neighborhood. As he was watching he was seeing the same type of thing, People in mid-movements frozen, Objects frozen in mid-air after being thrown, Dogs in mid stride during a run, frozen while completely off the ground. It wasn’t making any sense to him. It took him nearly ten minutes to walk the whole neighborhood everything was the same, and he could only assume it was the same everywhere. Once he saw enough he wandered back to his house, but stopped halfway down his block inform of Michaela’s house, a neighbor of his. He turned and looked at the house intently; after all he had heard tell that Michaela was an easy going girl. He had always had the hots for her and seeing things now as they are, he wanted to find out for himself so he moved up the side of her house. He came to a window on the side of her house, behind some bushes. He made several attempts to move the bushes but not having the strength to more them, decided to continue around the back side of the house. After hoping the short fence around the back yard, he moved on to her patio, and quickly found an open sliding glass door on the back of her house. He easily slipped inside. He started making his way through the house looking for her. After searching the entire house he finally found her in the shower, but didn’t follow his urges and watch her in the shower. He just checked her out and walked out, only to find an old man sitting on her front porch as he walked out. “Well, well, well,” the old man said as John walked past him,” Still your old self, john?” “W-w-who are you?” john asked, after being scared to death. “I am the one who did all of this,” he said motioning all around him. “You did this?” John asked. “uh-huh,” he answered confidently,” I did it because I wanted you to notarize this piece of paper for me.” The old man reached into his pocket and produced a piece of paper rolled up as a scroll. “what’s this?” john asked. “A contract,” he said trying to hide the obvious thing that he is hiding something. “Why do all this as I could have done that in the office tomorrow?” john questioned. “No not this contract,” he said to john and hands him the contract. John hesitantly takes the contract and unrolls it as he reads it. As John gets the hint as to what the contract is for, he accidentally pricks himself on a pin in the edge of the scroll, which allows a single drop of his blood to hit the contract. “Hey! This contract is for my very soul.” “Yes it is,” the man says reaching put for the piece of paper, “and you have given me what I needed to have… thank you very much.” As soon as the contract leaves his hand the figure vanishes from sight. “I’ll see you soon enough, my friend,” the voice of the little old man said in Johns head, and he found out he was back in his kitchen eating breakfast with his wife in the morning. John assumed he was dreaming about that and paid no attention to it, and ate his breakfast and left for work. He actually had a productive day, and was pretty happy till he was on his way home. It was when he was on his way home that he had an accident and was killed when a drunk driver hit him head on. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1165 JANUARY 23 2016 PROMPT When was the last time something came full circle for you? Explain where you started, where you went, and how you ended up back where you started. Had anything in you changed by the time you returned to your initial position that caused a different outcome than the original situation? What happened? well something coming full circle to me is considered Karma, and you all know what Karma is dont you? Well it has happened to me many times, and it is one of my worst things that has ever happened to me. Needless to say all I will say that it still hurts , even now it still hurts, and that is about all I will say about that for today. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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