‘Romeo and Juliet’ type scenario
A love that is forbidden and doesn’t sense to family, friends, outsiders, society, culture, etc. And then in the end they both die and stay together for eternity.
So romantic. So romantically stupid. You should just let your fucking characters live as if they were real people.
‘Will you marry me?’
Yeah because every story in real life ends with ‘will you marry me’? No, that’s another chapter in life.
Yeah because weddings are awesome and everyone enjoys seeing one. Haha. As much as we do want our characters to be happy, we don’t need to close their story out that way. There has to be something that happens after you get married, right?
Proposal, marriage, and babies
Why? That’s how we think it should go. People get married and have babies. Yes. We still want to believe there’s more chapters in life than that. You know, marriages end. Family members die. Your babies grow up. You change jobs. You may travel some places.
All events that happen in life but common, so boring and unoriginal. Something different…
Here’s pictures of random shit anyone can find on the internet: ____
I got this idea by staring at my ceiling. Really. I have two dream catchers hanging in my room.
I going to word vomit the obvious because you’re talking about paying me for my work.
I don’t know nothing more about this topic. I would love to leave you some pictures and links and you can look at it yourself. Who reads literary magazines anyway?
I don’t but I’m thinking about creating one. Haha. I’m a dumbass but I love being in control – of my fucking life and work. It’s no wonder I left my last job. I’m not a ‘yes man’.
I’m probably not going to be your intern either. More like, I’ll be looking for interns in the future if I expand. I have my own website. Why do I need to write shit on some man’s website? Because he MIGHT pay me. Haha. Next.
‘I should not under any circumstances deal with passive aggressiveness every time there’s an issue with my daughter… not a coincidence when something happens and the next day, another petty thing.’ I left the damn keys in the closet with my uniform shirts and left without a word. Few hours later she asked me when I’m returning from lunch. I didn’t respond.
My best attempt at still trying to be ‘professional’ and straight to the point before I walked away.
What I really meant? Haha, prepare yourself.
The review I read about having to be a “yes man” to work there is true. I’ve been biting my tongue and fighting my urge to fucking leave for six months now. I do my job so fast and well you’re busy looking for stupid shit because you’re bored. Cobwebs? A little dust in a corner? A tiny mark on the toilet seat? Really!? You know the only people that find those things are looking for it or OCD!
Anyway, your problem with me is I didn’t “Hello” or “Good morning” most of the time. Why the hell would I go out of my way to talk to you? I don’t give a shit if you’re my ‘supervisor’. It should be nice when I do it but not expected all the time. Then, well my daughter is sick. Not Covid. Not something I made up to call off of work. You had kids you should know how that is. It’s not like I called off to get out of working. If you didn’t believe me you could have requested a doctors note. Did you? No. Instead you’re all blah blah blah you’re ‘too fast’ and I want you to do more boring detail work.
‘And also the fire extinguishers…’ listen you dumb bitch I’ve told you months ago what was going on with them. And I’ve also been doing the same shit the past six months. Now it’s an issue because I called off for my daughter!? Really? REALLY!?!?!?!? Someone was on a power trip AGAIN because something didn’t go her way. And I’m permanently done being some fucking servant for slow boringass people.
said some broad from a 90s show I heard but didn’t watch. She also said that’s why they were divorced or not happy. Then I can’t help but think of my first love.
To be honest, I don’t even know. I’ve been in and out of love numerous times in my life. So it makes me wonder, what is the legit feeling? The feeling of being ‘in love’ fades whether you’re with someone for six months or years.
I think back to when I was seventeen and ‘in love’ with this guy from Argentina. I talked to him for years and he helped me get over my middle school crush I blamed for my eating disorder back then. ‘He liked a model and it wasn’t me, I’m blahblahblah’ teenager garbage. Long story short I eventually met him and my mother sent my big brother to kick his ass. She was pissed I met someone off the internet. We still snuck around and talked. We were going to runaway to NYC and get married. My dream was to be a model (HAHA) and he wanted to be director. He asked me to marry him and even started working on my ring.
I’m not sure what happened next but I guess, I developed a crush on a college boy and he was history. Then I had one relationship after another, sometimes with multiple people, and told him about it. So, we still talked only as friends and occasionally do to this day.
Now I’m married and have an one and half year old. He’s still single but I guess he’s happy in whatever country he’s in doing photography. My dream is and always been writing and editing. It’s crazy to think it’s been fourteen years.
Do your work, mind your business
Nobody suspects a thing.
I’m not talking about ‘I got to go wash my dog’ excuses few people may have already picked up you don’t have one. Think of something that’d actually be true in your life.
Keep everything clean
What does that mean? What I said. If you have zero tracks people will believe anything you say whether they know you or not.
Think before you speak
Obviously, if you’re trying to come across a certain way or want to remain a mystery — pick and choose what you say or don’t.
Why are you doing it?
If you have truly ill intentions, it will blow back in your face. If you’re doing it to cover your ass for other valid reasons, okay. Or maybe you don’t want to be seen, so what. Nobody will know but you and maybe a therapist if you ever seek professional help.
And of course
Keep a low profile. Don’t engage with people unless you have too although small talk is torture.
Hurry up or get the fuck out of my way
MOVE or I’ll make you move I’ve already planned out every scenario in my head
WTF did you call me!?
It’s one thing to say my name wrong, another to give me a nickname without asking me if anyone calls me it! You have a death wish? I’ll plan your funeral Kenny. Not your name? HAHA piss off.
“Hi, how are you?”
“How was your day?”
BLAH BLAH BLAH. Enough with the fucking small talk. I don’t like you. I don’t want to speak to you. Fact, I don’t like anyone in this dump. It kills and drains my soul having to be fake nice to you mindless kissasses.
‘Why do you leave early?’
Because I don’t want to fucking be here. It’s also bullshit I’m constantly early and none of you idiots can be on time.
‘My friend I think you need to let me fuck you, you’re obviously not happy’
HAHAHAHA. I already fucked you numerous times in the past. It’s not life changing. I don’t have issues there. And I wondered why you’re still single — not.
Sometimes I wish I was single
I’m basically alone it’s too much work listening to a big whineass everyday
And no that’s not why I’m like the way I am so piss off
Ten victims shot at an abandoned warehouse. The main suspect is a dead woman named Isabella Trail. Tough case for investigators Alex Levine and Mitch Davis. They’re left with more questions than answers. Why is a dead woman’s DNA at the scene? What does she have to do with it? What was the killers motive? Is it all connected? Alex and Mitch find the answers where they least expect it.
Published: December 30, 2020. The last of 2020.
Inspiration: It was started during lockdown in 2020. I was playing one of those story apps and notice a lot of them were about crimes or the mafia (no, I’m not writing about that probably ever). So, I thought I should write a crime story so I did. I had half the story written. I ran into a deadend with my characters, or so I thought. I honestly got bored and distracted with everything going on. I felt I needed to somewhat right about a virus or ‘end of the world’ story instead. I put ‘Missing Link’ aside. I wrote and published ‘Aurora Virus’ instead. As far as titles go, I never know what the story is going to be called until the end. I choose the ‘Missing Link’ because it seemed to fit. Two federal agents investigating a crime and not finding many clue. Yeah, it happened at a warehouse but it seemed pretty lame calling my story, “The Warehouse.”
Publish a few things
no one reads
for almost 6 months
make everyone wear
masks and ‘social distance’
start new job
be forced to sanitize
until my hands are dry
get a new car
hardly leaves the house
besides kickboxing and work
father gets struck and killed
by a car
get covid from in-law
watch my husband whine
and not take care of the kid
have a hard time getting
back to work
because they don’t understand
you can test positive up
to 3 months
meanwhile everyone else can
get back to a story no one
will probably read
look for a new job
them expecting I can do
a virtual interview with
a baby in the background
My year has been great
the painting of my mother’s
obituary picture holding
I received on Christmas
was the cherry on top
as if I need to be
reminded of shit
this year has done it
You know what kills people too?
Cars and cancer
but no one is talking about it
yes, people are dying
that is real
I had a mild case of covid
a little cough and stuffy nose
and I survived
if I was older, who knows
The place is trashed
So there’s several other employees, tell them not to be slobs.
No one is sanitizing shit
So it shouldn’t have been my sole responsibility to do all of it. Whose to say I didn’t catch it from work?
Who will do your job?
No one who cares let shit fly everywhere. No different than what you people do on the weekends.
It’s been almost 3 weeks
Nothing has been done. Again, not my problem. Contact the state and county. They put a one year in almost one month quarantine (and no I don’t extended pay).
Are you still positive?
Listen. You can be positive for up to 3 months it doesn’t mean you’re infectious. You stop being infectious after 10 days or 72 hours your symptoms go away. Don’t believe me? Contact the CDC.
Did you get another test?
I can however, but like I said it doesn’t mean it’ll be negative. And guess what? I can return to work with a doctors note if it isn’t. My husband is. You don’t like it? Pay me to stay for weeks or months until I get another job.
What are you saying?
You all are afraid of a virus you know nothing about. Hell, we don’t even know if what they say is true. But I still live in America and I’m not required to do shit. Especially if it’s not written in a law.
How are you doing? When are you returning?
I’m good. I’m healthy. I’m hoping never. This entire time you’ve been hounding me about my test and other people in my household to get tested. Yeah, no I’m not testing my one year old. There’s no law stating I have too upon returning and I shouldn’t. It’s apparent you people only care that you have to get off your ass and do something. I’ve done everything and I was forced out because other people.
Reminds me why I’m socially distant from the start.
I see how it is
curiosity killed the cat
that’s okay I probably
wouldn’t have taken it
I’m probably going
somewhere else in 2021
you don’t know someone
based on their cover
you’re lucky to have
It’s a reality you’ll
have to face someday
I just faced it sooner
I’m not an alien
I’m ahead of all
I wear a mask
wash my hands
and I still got
I only visit
stores twice a month
and never eat out!
Well someone was
sick and selfish
put him seeing my
Older people care?
Please, they’re just
So I’m supposed
to sit here and watch
You can either
live in fear
or accept reality