Tag: Creative Writing

Remember?! (Part 1)

It is a beautiful early summer morning on a Maple tree covered cemetery and the lake morning sun streaming partially through the leaves. The winds were calm with just enough movement to make the light twinkle through the leaves. Amongst the tombstones, there is a body lying as motionless and at peace as those in the soil a mere few centimetres below. Then Fred awakens, as he rises the reality of the situation hits him like a cement truck. He is feeling envious that the souls below don’t have to suffer the terrible feeling from the over-exuberance of the night before that he has forgotten. It was quite obvious that he had been drinking and he was missing pieces of clothing like his left sock, it was nowhere to be found. Fred had woken up hugging a small headstone. Fred is stunned as he realizes where he is this time as he sees a group of headstones before seeing the with “Fred Useless” engraved. Fred exclaims “Damn… Not again… Damn!” Fred rises to his feet and staggers holding his head while entering a pathway noticing Phil lying hunched over a tree with a few beer bottles around him. “Phil? Is…

The Books that Bite and Sting

The Books that Bite and Sting

Franz Kafka said, “we ought to read only books that bite and sting us.” What’s the last thing you read that bit and stung you, and why? Plinky Writing Prompt This is one thing that is difficult to come up with. Over the past 2 years, I have bought almost a dozen new books that I have not finished. I still have “1000 Years of Annoying the French” and my newest purchase “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened” by Jenny Lawson on the go. By on the go, I mean that they are in my room with bookmarks marking the page I am on. And by bookmark I mean the sales receipt it came with. Although I did finish an e-book the bites. In more ways than one. It was “Dead Sexy Vampire Erotica” by Kim Corum. It is about a woman who is married to a vampire and she hates her life most of the time and can’t stand him or his friends except for the “Erotic” part that makes up for it. It is one of those things that is so bad you can’t stop reading. Much like Patricia Harkins-Bradley’s “The Diamond Club” except worse.

2011 in 12 Sentences

As the year comes to an end I usually come up with a long post about the year that has been. Plinky suggested only on sentence per month so here goes. I went to BC. I learned about caregivers. Learned how to program Macros in Microsoft Excel. Lots of sports and trips to Fredericton. I went to Toronto. Started walking a lot more than ever. Went to Montreal and New York City. I got really, really bored and booked a trip. Went on a last-minute camping trip to 10 European Countries. Got better from travel illness. Started taking it easier and planning more. Started doing new things, like translating WordPress to Canadian English and Operation Red Nose.

My first job was a Credit Card Telemarketer

Question: What industry ushered you into the workforce? Describe your first work experience. How long did you last? My first job as was as a credit card telemarketer for $9/hour. It seemed like a good job at first. The training also seemed very decent. Then shortly after things started to change quickly. It was the Easter long weekend coming up, and they were offering overtime for I think it was Good Friday but it was for a different bank, and credit product, with a different script and a much different “terminal” interface. Just as an aside, most people called them DOS screens just because it was all keyboard operated and text-based. Some people are just totally wrong, and non-technical. Getting back on track, after the weekend ended there was a push on leads for this other bank and since I had done it for a day I was kept on the new campaign and was expected to have results on the leads with out the proper training on the program, just three sheets of paper. To make it worse, just as soon as I was catching on, I got thrown back and forth between the two very different credit card…

I Wish I Were Fluent In French, German, Italian and heck Venician

I have tried many times to try a new language but it is very difficult unless you can immerse yourself in it for a month or two. Despight the fact that learning to speak French much much better would help me find a more decent job, the language I would really love to be able to speak is German. I personally find German one of the most important sounding languages in the world. There is something in the sound of it that makes it feel familure and noble. I also love how they construct larger word putting smaller ones together. I would also live to hang out in a platz over a piaza. That being said Italian would also be cool and more specifically Venician. Venice is one very amazing place that you can very easily lose yourself in.

Novel: Untitled

Novel Currently Untitled Roger was having an average day. Roger was sitting at his office desk, pondering whether or not he was truly happy in his life. Roger was moderately financially well off, but was not really where he planned to be. Roger is a thirty year old accountant who has always followed the crowd his entire life. He has never led a crowd, or even showed any signs of initiative. Roger was born in a mid-sized city in Atlantic Canada to two wonderful loving parents. His father was a well educated lawyer that was forced to study law by his father who was an extremely well loved politician who Roger has never met due to an unfortunate accident. While christening a navel battleship that was named in honour of him, he tripped, hit his head, and drowned. More amazingly, what the locals talked about was how the ship was since cursed as it sank as soon as it left the dock on its maiden voyage. On the other hand Roger’s mother was a Travel Consultant whom was well regarded as she always seemed to know where her clients wanted to go, even before they did. As many Canadians do…

The Past

For the years have gone All the good times passed With lasting impressions Rarely to be seen again. For the years have gone All your friends have moved on With lasting impressions Rarely to be seen again. For the years have gone All the songs being sung. With lasting impressions Rarely to be seen again.

When I…

When I look I see;When I see I want;When I want I buy;When I buy I have. When I lose I hurt;When I hurt I miss;When I miss I cry;When I cry I forgive. When I seek I find;When I find I embrace;When I embrace I love;When I love I kiss.

The Case of the Dead Announcer

“Detective Fred sat down on the creaky chair. He had just finished his las case. It turned out that the butler was paid to assassinate Mr. Art. Fred went to turn the radio on, and the announcer yelled, “It’s 1:03 in the windy city, and your listening to KILL 84.3 FM where the good gigs never…” Then, all of a sudden, Fred heard a gun fire over the radio, and then the thud of a body falling followed by a wicked female laugh and the moans of the dying announcer. Fred swiftly jumped out of his chair. And while heading out hr door he grabbed his long tan trench coat and dark grey hat from the coat tree by the door. While going through the main lobby his beautiful blonde receptionist approached him and flickered her sparkling blue eyes, handed Fred his gun followed by a long romantic kiss. Detective Fred arrived at the scene of the crime. There was a trail of bloody footprints leading to the door. And the body of the dead announcer was laying on the floor. It appeared as if he was sitting in his chair when he was shot, then fell on the floor,…

The Cold

It is very coldTruly it is really cold I think it is coldSam says it is cold Vic knew it used to be coldEric’s hands are blue because of the coldRight here it is coldYawning in the cold Cold, Cold, ColdOld man has twinkling icicles on his rear sitting in the cold outhouse.Laughing in the coldDarn it! I have a cold

Millennium

Millennium,Is it going to start in 2000 or 2001?Land, sea, and sky will sparkle;Lost will be all the electronics.Everybody Partying–Nobody Suffering–Next year better than last.In the spirit of joyfulness, the millennium arrives.Unable to see the 1900’s again.Maybe the end of wars will come.

Yo-Yo

The Yo-Yo went downRight to the groundbut didn’t come upAnd then I had to help The Yo-Yo went downand I gave it a nudgeand it popped back upon its own. My life is like a Yo-YoLeaving home;Coming back.Time after Time. My emotions are like a Yo-YoThey go down,And sometimes they come up,And if they don’t, I talk to someone. The sun is like a Yo-YoIt sets in the west,rises in the east;over and over again.