Category: Stories

Free Writing Pt. 1

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Yeah, so now what?

Ya come this far in life and then you come across a post like this.

Well its simple my friends, when I speak you listen and when I listen you speak. There is nothing more here then just a non-finalized way of ending a bad conversation but when you don’t try your best to think about it you get caught up in all the bogus crap hipsters leave out in the road.

I like to sometimes look at everything as a trial and the time you go to bed is the tribulations. I got a funny story to tell that has to do with trials and tribulations but its to long to explain. The point is that when you got one thing to do and you get side tracked, then things get really messy. Like right now.

I would like to think I am sounding smart but in all reality I am not. I am just wasting time as usually just spilling the beans of a worthless human who stands on top of a rolling piece of wood.

Shitty First Drafts

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So in my English 101 class, we had to read a selection from a book written by Anne Lamott. Or at least I think it was from her book.

The selection my teacher had us read was entitled Shitty First Drafts. It pretty much was about how when any writer sits down to work on a project they have to write a shitty first draft. I really took that to heart when I read what Ms. Lamott wrote. It made me think about my blog and how all of my post are shitty first drafts. Even this one is a shitty first draft because I have no intention of going back and fixing any errors…unless I catch them skimming over it.

I always tell myself that I am a good writer but after the first 2 weeks of English I have come to the conclusion that I am not. There is just so much that I don’t know. I’m not sure if its from the 2 years of not taking English since high school or me just not actually knowing. I do see myself gradually growing and becoming a better writer. Hell, I like to do it, just not to the extent of dedicated writers who walk around with a journal 24/7.

Whether my writing is good or bad I still enjoy getting here on my blog and making post that people will occasionally like and comment. I really appreciate the people who like my post and even share their thoughts. It pleases me to know that I have a small crowd out there that is watching.

Well, I guess I’ll go back to being an internet junky. I may do a little homework.

ps. I went over this post and fixed some grammatical errors and re-worded a lot of stuff. My teacher is rubbing off on me.

 

Death Rays

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Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.

With seconds left on the clock James opened fire on the remaining CPU’s left on the other side of the field. He only had two clips left and the CPU’s were hunkered down in a foxhole with bolt action sniper rifles. James had to think fast or it was game over for his life. While laying on the ground behind a brunt car, bullets whizzed by as the CPU’s shot aimlessly in his direction. He was beginning to catch on and time there fire rate. With no other option available he jumped from behind the car and started running fast towards the fox hole with his Vector K-10 locked onto the fox hole. In his head he was counting down the time the CPU’s would shoot again and before they could even aim and shoot and dolphin dived right towards them and began unleashing a hell fire of bullets. As soon as he hit the ground the terrain and obstacle disappeared…he has won again.

He slowly raised himself up, leaving his gun on the ground and raised his hands up high. Three guards came into the white room and handcuffed him and escorted him back to his cell. James once again survived another death match against the prisons super computer and he was sparred another 3 months to life. The only catch was that in those three months he has to prepare and train for the next death match.

James was incarcerated in Deathly Hollow State Pen. He was sentenced to 10 years with no parol…

(Story to be continued)

Touche

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Never in my life have I ever won

3rd Place don’t count so its said and done

I’m over looked and my actions will never shine

I do my best but even close friends say it wasn’t a try

To myself I’m such a failure and damn I’ll never make it

I try to explain what I’m tryna do but y’all just over think it

I got ideas and found a homie who said he’ll stick to it

Now to add more people along is whats left to it

Lets take this over to another place

I do a lot more but never rewarded is the case

I see them other folk talking loud and doing this and that

How we supposed to be on the same page when you always looking back?

Never knew it was okay to be a hypocrite, people do it all the time why not just go and add to it

Can’t talk to so and so and never go to lil buddies house

Assumptions made but never knew that would lead to a turn about

So don’t be fooled you jealous dudes know how to play the fool

Keep in mind that I’m the coldest cat, Saber tooth

Step in the booth with the blaze cus this is hot fire

A wicked mind with sick thoughts this is live wire

I’m never winning, put my gun down every day

A small victory at stake, touche

Dead

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There is no point to this, I write and write to get no play

I put my heart in situations, that’s why I wrote Astray

I’m living in a life full of misery and pain

I never sound nice nor do I even count the strain

The strain of vigilance among the two who have restraints and hits

The love of colorless will paint pictures on black and white canvas

The tyranny that’s caused all of this war, shall pour upon its people

Drown them in the sore, deep in pores where death dwells in kilos

The superstition of regulars on the dark path

Individuals divided by numbers but have no hint of math

Take a glance, portray them as your evil leader

If I had a chance, I’d die cus rolling dice is just a feature

Will we prevail if god shows us more suns and earths?

Will we all die if we prove we we’re made of dirt?

With such mystery we wonder why we’re still living

Too bad we all die tomorrow and nothing is forgiven.

Comfy Corner

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A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

So as I was walking down to the bad luck spot and dreading the fact that I was about to skate there, A genie popped out form behind the bushes by Subway and said “Hey! Its your lucky day! You have 3 wishes and I will grant them all today or spread out across your life” So in response I told her that I would like to use one today. She said “Well perfect! What shall your wish be?” I thought for a moment then said, “I want my own reading/book corner inside of a modern apt building in the highlands”. And with that we disappeared in a poof of smoke and ended up in the highlands in front of my new apt.

I opened the door and the first thing that was in front of me was a set of double doors that looked like they would be a closet. I slowly walked up to it and slightly opened the two doors peaking inside. I saw stairs that below the apt, so I swung the doors all the way open and briskly walked down stairs and entered to what appeared to be a library with a luxurious office desk. The walls were book shelves full of books. It looked as if I was in a library that you would see off the movies that are really big with the smart looking books on them….yeah SMART LOOKING. The carpet was a dark red and the desk was the color of red oak. On the desk was a brand new iMac and a few notebooks laying there with a quill placed on top. The chair was black and has a curve to the back of it. Behind the desk and chair was a huge LED flat screen shaped as a window. It gave a view of the front of the apt and would occasionally switch to the back.

The ceiling was decorated with quotes from famous authors. To add to all the amazing stuff found, there was a secret door that was  behind one of the book shelves. You had to pull a book and the whole door would open revealing a spacious entertainment room and stairs that led back up to the rest of the apt. When I stepped back into the big library, I saw a sign above the door I came out of saying Comfy Corner.

If that really happened I would be pissin’ EVERYWHERE in excitement.

The Flangiprop

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Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post. 

Daily Prompt

flang-i-prop [Pronounced flang-ee-prop]

noun

1. 8×9 Metal box used for 3D printing

2. Device used for mass production of commonly used material

3. Description of final product produced from 3D printing

We have come a long way from the “factory”. No longer do we have to wait for new clothes to come out or to buy a new coffee cup when the handle on our old one broke. We can now CREATE our own everyday items.

To most people this thought may be amusing but to people who wish to make there very own products right at home for the cost of a loaf a bread, its amazing!

Just think, inside that inside there are razor-thin layers of powdered material (acrylic, nylon, ABS, etc) pile one on top of the other, and then, BOOM! — you’ve got a shoe, or a coffee mug, or a shirt, or even an iPhone case.

The device I would like to introduce is the Flangiprop, an 8×9 machine that will do wonders for people who want to cut their time at the convenience store and save tons of money. The Flangiprop uses digital technology and common materials like ABS plastic, which is what LEGO is made out of, or you can use PLA, which is the plastic that’s made from corn. Other materials used are cotton and linen, for if you plan to make shirts and sweaters.

To get started with making something you insert the plastic or fabric in the machine and draw up a design on the multi-touch screen. There are already pre-made designs for you to use so all you will have to do is just make a few edits and renditions to it like adding your own logo and such. The machine also allows you to upload any drawings that you have made and the machine will render them so they can be of perfect shape and form so they can be created. Once your idea is drawn out on the screen all you have to do is press the print button and in 20 minutes tops you coffee mug, T-shirt or spoon is now created.

The greatest thing about the Flangiprop is that you don’t need no huge factory, or is it a huge machine that takes up ton of space. All you need is about $3,000 and a garage to store the machine and your materials in. Its really that simple and the cheapest thing on the market.

The Flangiprop starts at $2199.00 and goes up to $2799.00 depending on what model you want. Payment plans are available.

Go to flangiprop.com for more details and updates.

Skateboardin’ Bastard

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YOOOOO!

YOOOOOOO!

Skateboard bastard

Call me the master

Spittin hot flames a day

Grill master cookin cakes

Still on top of yo head like a Toupé

Making suckas fall back like soldiers getting bombed away

(Intermission)

“*Coff Coff*, Don’t be asking no questions, we ain’t signing no autographs! If it ain’t about ADS SQUAD THEN FUCK IT!”

Look inside my parking garage and see a collage of all these niggas tryna steal my chick but now there just a mirage

Took a couple steps and made plans for stealing some time

When I leave the crib people stare at me like I’m a lie

Pulling them triggers like its Doomsday

Shoot one, end his life then smoke a blunt, touche

And don’t forget on what I’m tryna do…… I got that marijuana too

Aye don’t try to play me for some kinda fool

I’m kinda the reminder of why Newburg ain’t kinda cool

My world, his City, Obama can’t even take his rule

House’s we invading, we hit the fridge and now we FULL!

Hope that you can get it cus niggas in it to win it

But I’m different from them fools cus skating and to them its not cool

Milly Mill, Too hot, Don’t touch fo’ you get burnt I’ll holla HA!

Illuminate

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Forever getting pushed aside

I Never knew why

But when I get back take the mac squeezed back and laid suckas on they side

No lie, confident, maybe conceited with the thoughts of me dying inside

Getting this together, good or bad weather, still I’m keeping it fly

If you wanna do or die, end up on the ride, to the yard, grave yard you will lye

Despicable thoughts, feeling I fought, taking down Goliath and the big Hulk

So raw, no red meat just flesh to fresh air that’ll make it thaw

In my head I draw, making these words go together like puzzle pieces, theres like 100 dawg

But it really doesn’t matter, I’m keeping things tight like leather on a braud who got 5 dogs

Taking them for a walk, stuck up white folk, in the hood where they hire people to cut the lawn

I‘ve witnessed it all, never like this do I get upset about dumb shit

But I gotta give it to ya straight, taken them curves like the gays mybad but ayeee

That’s their prerogative, go ahead let them do what they do

If you live in my world, people will die even if they jackin for some food

Yessir I’m crazy, but it don’t matter call myself a fuckin genius

I‘m not sorry that I curse, what can be worse, a nigga pull triggers sending people to a plot in a hearse?!

We can take it right there, buts its unfair, I’m gonna stop now before feelings get hurt!

– Milly

Ode to Love Park

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Every since I started skateboarding you have been the dream location I have wished to skate. My role models, Stevie Williams and Josh Kalis landed the most spectacular tricks and threw down the greatest lines that I can still envision till this day. When the city of Philadelphia officially banned skaters from skating you I was saddened and my dreams of going to Philly were crushed.

Your multiple ledges, smooth and black were mesmerizing and beautiful. LOVE hosted dozens who were content merely to skate you. Just the scene was enough for me to hop out of my seat and travel there so I can be apart of the big city and the lights that surrounded you. There really isn’t much for me to say, but in times of death people go astray, but the ones who stayed to fight for your stay still have the great memories of skating you everyday.

RIP Love Park