1. I love aging. Everything about getting older for me is good. More learning, yes, answers, yes, and more questions, too. I have found more than three main questions to living, ummmm, well. Maybe it can be distilled, but, anyway. Most of my questions have to do with the present, the now. Like uh, how can I be more creative? How can I connect with others differently? How can I live more fully? How can I, ummmm, grow spiritually? What do I do today? What is the best action to take at this moment?
2. Are we always dying? I think no, because we thrive. It's a difference. When thriving, I am engaged in life, very here and now, and not fearing death or any other thing. Right and wrong, well, right and wrong, hmmm. It always depends for me. How do I show up in life, today? What do I do? Listening for answers for me is the right. To me this is not stressful so much as doing things wrongly and not knowing how or why I did them.
3. Is everyone out to get you when you are on the upswing? Well, hmmm. And do the sick get pity? Hmmm. If one is surrounded by jerks, then perhaps. It is best to surround oneself with trustworthy spirits, not jerks.
4. If one does not have enemies, there are none to love and no ways to hate. Wisdom is well always wise, and logic is always only logical.
Sometimes, things like this rattle about in my head, and I do not consider them story ideas. I think you are brave for putting it down on paper (or computer).
I like the scariness of it. Makes me think I will be a little afraid to sleep tonight.
I did get a little confused about the characters' different names. But this is just a mild criticism, not too big a thing.
It has a quality about it like The Blair Witch Project. The end, when they are going through that house, and it's down to one person searching for friends he can hear howling in another area just out of his grasp.
That's what this reminds me of.
I was thinking, well he's going to wake up any moment. When the police come, and months have gone by, I was surprised. It was a sobering end to an otherwise trippy tale.
This is so wonderful. Inspiring, and speaks to my heart and spirit. I just sent a plea in a storm drawing near, and hope that God quiets this storm, should it fast appear. Thank you for your wise words, love more and more, and I will do just that. I have been touched by an angel with a pen!
I just read this story aloud to my boyfriend, and I did voices for Bob and the aliens. This is really cute, he said. It was easy to match a voice to each character. Wonderful descriptions. Thanks for your writing. I also really enjoy imaginative stories about outer space.
This item caught my eye because I used to work as a saleswoman. Not door-to-door, but some of my colleagues did. So, the title first off is straightforward. Got me to read the tag line...and the word 'gruesome' was revealing. This got me to press on and read the story.
John is a likable dude. And we already know from the tag line that something gross is ahead. That combination makes the story more appalling, even before we meet Ben and discover the body.
Oh gosh. “Okay, Johnny, today’s the day we win that commission bonus for the most sales in the month of July.” I was thinking about 'The Shining.' That's just where I went, though!
Danny DeVito makes for comic relief. And is a great image. He is quintessentially short and hairy.
As the suspense about the horrible odor continues, we can imagine what happened to Martha. I was super grossed out about the smell. Check out my bio, and you'll see why.
I liked this because my suspicions are confirmed at the end. It's syntonic. I mean, it doesn't create any cognitive dissonance. The gross factor is to be expected.
I wonder if this story would be even more powerful if it happens now. Present tense verbs. Because then we would be right there with John.
But then the campfire kind of scary storytelling quality would be lost.
In second grade, my teacher had the whole class memorize all of the lyrics to this song, and sing it in front of the other second grade classes in the school. Gosh, that was embarrassing! But, I am 30 years old this month, and guess what? I still have almost all of the lyrics memorized! (Not all, but the majority). How funny is that?
The best part is that I had no idea what they meant, at the time. All I knew was that we were supposed to sing these words, and that's it. Oh my goodness.
Anyhow, this is a cool project. I like what you have done with the later years. What was your motivation/inspiration? Are you a Billy Joel fan?
Keep writing! And maybe send it to Mr. Joel. I bet he would love it.
I like the way it starts with this therapist, and the way she is described. She is really presented in this ugly light. I am having trouble putting my thoughts into words. Gosh, she has so many descriptors for such a brief encounter. It's really good. I get a vision of her, but more than that, I get his feeling about her, which totally strips her of any pretense, described in the first lines.
Yikes, and then the action. You just know what he did. It's very, very easy to imagine, without the text really giving a whole lot away. Minimalistic, and that really works.
And then the consequence. Again, yikes. This story makes me shiver a little. I am glad I read it.
Saw this one in the sidebar and had to take a look.
So true. Bottling and stuffing are both well known to me. And it is just so ugly when the cork comes throttling out. This is very much demonstrated in the first part. Oh the resentment and anger! Whew.
And, the second vignette is more than vaguely familiar, also. Walgreens, oh my goodness. Why couldn't the cashier clearly see that the package I wanted to purchase was not 6.99, but 4.00 even. Ahh, bipolar waves. Fun stuff, heh?
I really like these. A couple of typos in places. Overall, extremely interesting and well described.
This is great. It feels tragic. Arnold becomes sadder by the moment. The part that kills my compassion for his loneliness (I mean, seriously, I almost started to tear up at "so he just sat in the mall and told himself how great everything was working out") is, oddly enough, the very last sentence.
It is crushing to see how lonely he is, and how much he longs to not be. His opportunities to not be lonely present themselves (at his new bank job, the crowds by the river, his thoughts about going on day trips), but the loneliness is so self-defeating that he thinks it is fine the way it is. It seems to be a vicious cycle. Seeing the problem, viewing the solution, but again, seeing only the problem. Oh, that made my heart tear.
But the great thing about the last sentence is that the cycle could be broken. Whereas previously he had not admitted to himself that his situation was sad, in that last line, when he cries to himself, it is possible that he sees his situation differently, for what it is--and that he could act according to how he now sees it. Differently.
Love this! Great lists. As I read through, I thought well, there are some surprises here (Ted Turner, for example). But then I thought, really though, is it that surprising? Mmm, from my own experience, not really. Maybe I was not surprised, as much as I was delighted. It is good to know that it is an illness with perks! I guess that's how I can think of it, as I have it too. Awesome work. I will be looking forward to your publication! "Bipolar Daydreams"
Hi! I was thinking this could be a piece about addiction. It has a come-hitherness coupled with morbidity. And it's a she. Hmmm. I am puzzled. Maybe that's all wrong. If it literally is a person, perhaps she is a witch. Very intriguing. I like it!
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