Timshol

Writing Prompt 115

2011-02-03T12:01:00.000-08:00

You think yourself clever; serendipitous. Ignoring the harbinger that is the cawing raven. But your wicked desires are now manifest. In the fields of heather the bells begin to shed the tears of mortal men. Soft petals glisten a motley of colors. Emotions of kaleidoscopic hues. Your body calms as the mellow hum rings out from the low hanging floral bells. A warning that some things lost should never be found. Blinded by radiance; you believe you’ve found grace. The beginning of all things. But only the end has begun. For we know the ways of man. The thirst of life. They are a weak existence. While we are all that is. The air you grasp at. The tremors of your crumpled body. We are… Ubiquitous. Welcome to humanities future.

THE END HAS JUST BEGUN.

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So I wrote this kinda as a prologue. The rest of the story would explain what is happening and who/what the unidentified entity is. I wanted there to be emphasis on beginning and ending. As this is the beginning of a struggle between good/evil. An apocalypse. Enjoy – JACE

I wrote this as part of a writing prompt at Creative Copy Challenge . The bold words were the ones in the prompt. - It may be a little rough but it was all for practice.

Writing Prompt 114

2011-01-31T13:58:00.001-08:00

I’m standing looking at the last place on earth I want to go. An old bar sits between two apartment buildings looking disconcerting. The inside is packed to the gills with people . And a whole slew of other creatures. The bronze etched glass reads The Red Gnome but don’t let the whimsical name fool you. It’s nothing more then a lair to some of the fiercest Fae in Brooklyn. Since it has opened it has amassed various local awards including a full page write up in the New York Times. Anyone who is anyone has been to The Red Gnome. It is the the hottest spot in Brooklyn and one of the top ten bars in New York. Which is precisely the reason no one notices when a few people go missing. But people don’t just go missing; they’re erased. Peoples memories of them, the photos with them, all evidence that they had ever existed disappears.

A year ago I got a call from a woman as it was happening. At first the phone was quite with only the sound of people talking over each other. But then came a soft voice “Jared..,” she whispered “ I’m, at The Red Gnome.”

I knew the voice but couldn’t place it. I felt like I should know it. How could I not know who this woman was. A lump started to form in my throat. “Who is this?” I asked hoarsely.

She started crying “ I don’;t know. Don’t you know who I am?”

And that’s when I looked at the photo of me and my parents at NYU. Only there was a woman with her arms around me smiling at me. A woman I had never seen. Or maybe I had seen her but why was she hugging me. Who was this woman in the picture. More improtantly who is this woman on the phone. “Sorry I don’t…” I stuttered as the woman in the photo slowly started to vanish “I don’t know who you are.”

“Jared, I…” she said as the people in the background slowly quieted “I love…you.” the words evaporating.

“I love you too,” I said shocked by my own words. But somehow I knew they were true as the phone disconnected leaving me standing there feeling like I had just lost something with only the dial tone to keep me company.

Now after a year of searching for answers I am finally ready to take the next step. But looking at the well lit bar the hopelessness sets in. The things that run that bar aren’t even human. How am I going to get answers. But just as I was thinking of giving up I spot the in I was looking for; a tattered sign reads Now Hiring- Grill cook. Slowly I make the short distance across the street taking a deep breath as I enter crowed bar. I quickly reach the bar. When a large balding man with a fiery beard and a glint in his eyes asks “What ya drinking?”

“I don’t drink. I’m here about the job.”

“What’s that you say; you don’t drink,” letting loose a thunderous laugh. “ You disabled or just retarded.”

“No, just looking for work.” I said

“Your the first person to apply. Everyone else is too busy having a good time,” he said taking a shot of some strange purple liquid. “ I’m Fern,” daring me to comment before letting out another gut wrenching laugh “ You hired as long as you can make our special; The Sequel.”

“ I’m Jared,” I said holding out my hand “But what the hell is The Sequel,” I asked while Fern’s monstrous hand shook mine.

“Double beef patty with two slices of American and Swiss. With our famous horseradish sauce. Its a local favorite,” he said proudly scratching his beard.

“I think I could manage.”

“Good then. You’re hired,” he said with a wide grin

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I wrote this as part of a writing prompt at Creative Copy Challenge . The bold words were the ones in the prompt. - It may be a little rough but it was all for practice.

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2011-01-27T10:10:00.000-08:00

I wish I had know that how we spent our long days meant something other than drab windows in a pea colored room. You said You wanted to fly; that the world was your sky. Little was known of how you lost your wife. I took you from the drab life inside. And you climb the ledge waiting for your sky to take flight. A dive more elegant than a setting sun. You finally found your sky. And flew....

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This poem was written in: 4mins

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2011-01-26T19:26:00.000-08:00

You don't move. I sit still and silent. Basking in your glow. These nightmare start to creep. But Im not living for the bad dream. Good days come and go; But you and I are forever. It's time to make a choice. Letting you go; Or let you lie still, never to look me in the eye. Not feeling my hand As I say goodbye. Your body's still here but your souls long gone. I 'll follow you there. It'll feeling like no times passed at all.

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This poem was written in: 2mins

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2010-12-21T14:59:00.000-08:00

Do you see

the light in front of your eyes

Brimming at the edge of sanity

I am blind

Constant darkness

Raging inside of me

I cant seem to find my way

Out of this, this place

Theres no sound

Echoing silence all around

Teacher, Teacher, The Dog Ate My Internet

2009-07-01T20:38:00.000-07:00

TADA

In other words Hell Ya! I haven't had the internet in almost six months and let me tell ya having it back is like a wet dream gone too far. I guess its true what they say; You don't know what you've got till it's gone and the internet was no exception. Oh how I missed the typing keys; the sound of tweets and all other internet luxuries. Now the only bad thing is will I be able to stay on task. OF COURSE!!! So here's the plan folks; take notes. In one, count them ONE, months time a new cleaner, tastier blog will be up and running! In three months said blog should have audio up and running (music and podcast ect.). And in six months I would like to have video on said sexy blog. BUT we all know how easy it is to become a couch potato.

Repeat after me:
I _________ solemnly swear I will no longer be a bump on a log taking up space; eating too many Cheetos and will from this moment on be a reformed lazy b-logger (bump on log) and will hence fourth be a true BLOGGER . One which updates at least daily with viable content. (mind you this starts tomorrow because lets face it this entry is whack)

Fin-
J.D. MCCOY

My Own Domain

2009-04-19T12:15:00.000-07:00

Well I went and bought a domain name. It's time to kick this beast into overdrive. I've been debating if I should get one for quite some time. I like blogger but it doesn't have the aesthetic that I want. So I have offically gone off the deep end! The website is still in the process of being created and will be a WordPress blog site.

On other news; I am writing away like crazy trying to crank out my rough draft. I really can't describe what it's like sitting in Dunkin Donuts having a conversation with yourself trying to get the dialogue right. When all of the sudden some little kid points at you and says " Momma he's talking to himself." And myself being the nice guy that I am looks up and grins friendly at the snot nosed brat. Only for him to start crying. It was like I ran over his cat. Momma this and Momma that. Then if I thought it couldn't get any worse; The Mom walks up to me and says " You should be ashamed of yourself." Stomping off to the counter to order coffee. Well was I wrong with that asumption. She went and told on me. The manager came up to me and very nicely asked if I would mind coming back in a few minuets after she left. He explained that he knew I've been coming to this location and that he would give me a large iced coffee and two doughnuts when I came back. So I of course I said "Sweet!", causing us both to laugh and receive an evil scowling look from The Mom. I couldn't be more happy. Who doesn't like free coffee and doughnuts. Serves her right evil doodey head! But I swear I saw the spawn of doodey head stick his tongue out at me when I left...

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2009-04-14T15:58:00.000-07:00

The world is mine
Just waiting to be plucked
And your just another mass
Waiting to be fucked
Too many causes
Too little too late
My world is waiting
In grim anticipation
For an unbiased,
Unfathomable
Fate

Untitled-33 created at work, scrawled on a decrepit box

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2009-04-09T16:43:00.000-07:00

I am a prisoner in my own skin
So much more than whats underneath
Peel the layers piece by piece
and you will see;
The true version of me
An individual divided
Among every thought and action
There is no remorse; only recourse
When the pieces fall a..w..a..y
Leaving you bare
and motionless

-This is one of many random poems I have written.
Most of which are written in five to ten min. with
little or no editing. - JD

The wonderful lessons of spring

2009-03-15T11:07:00.000-07:00

Last night I went to this lecture and I must say it was pretty darn interesting. So here are some things I learned.

1. Your instructor can be wearing bunny ears and showing tasteful clevage
2. I have and egg and it represents me navel
3. Some horrible person pushed their father out of a moving car
4. That we all have an army of minion jellybeans led by the marshmellow peeps
5. You should never fook with a pocket taser, or you may poo yourself
6. Said quite person wants to be fooked like an animal
7. Naked pool parties with old people are dissssssgusting
8. Chocolate jack rabbits have hard on's
9. How to tweet tweet Twitter
10. Two new very sexilious blogs Damevegas and Poetrysue
Did I forget to mention I also learned tons of stuff about spring, the impact it has over the harvesting season. That passover has way to much stuff going on. And what easter eggs really mean.
-Later

Snow

2008-12-17T17:06:00.000-08:00

I don't remember living in a place that snows! Not only that but when Michigan's High is 56 and Vegas's is a mere 36; you know something is wrong. I work in the elements and let me just say it fu***** sucks. Its cold, wet and irratating. So here are some tips.
1. Wear Layers- Or you'll be a cold SOB
2. Gloves- At least cotton, or some winter snow gloves
3. Coffee or Hot Chocolate to warm the body and soul.
4. GET YOUR ASS INSIDE AND STAY THERE.

----This has been a public service announcement from TimShol.----

NIN

2008-12-13T15:41:00.000-08:00

DID I FORGET TO MENTION IM GOING TO THE NiN CONCERT TONIGHT! BIG SHOUT OUT TO MAT WHO GOT THE TICKETS. THREE HOURS AND COUNTING. woot.!.

What I Should Be Doing

2008-12-13T10:55:00.001-08:00

Well I should be writing my book but I'm a wee bit of a lazy arse! I never knew how difficult it would be to write a book. I'm still on Chapter I ; which kills me. I know what I want to happen in the next chapter but I have to finish this chapter first. And in the famous words of a annoying child " I don't wanna.!." Anyway as far as an update of said book. It's coming along nicely and is definitely way better than what i had written before. I'm trying to take a little bit more time and make it sound more professional. Unfortunately what really irks me is Ill be writing way happily and ill see my own mistake and darn it; all it does is piss me off! So I'm off to write some more.

------Preview of Sorts-------
The main character collects eyeglasses and loves to dance.
It's hammer time; cant touch this.

Chapter I

2008-12-08T20:56:00.000-08:00

Grrrrrr....* I smash the computer to smithereens! *
Ummm; oh sorry bout that I meant to say my computer and I have a loving caring relationship -bullshit.-
Just thought Id stop by and drop a line. Currently I'm rewriting Chapter I of my book and let me tell you what a pain in the fucking ass that is! I had two and a half chapters done but then my computer hardrive fried crispier than KFC's burnt ass chicken. So now I'm rewriting what iv'e already wrote. the wierd thing is that it's even better this time than it was before. It just seems like it's taking alot longer this time. My goal is to have the first draft done in six to eight months. But realistically I'll let other things sidetrack me like I always do. So right now I'm trying not to take my Chapter I frustrations out on my computer but we'll see how that goes.....

Lost and Found

2008-12-04T22:17:00.000-08:00

The internet is truly a wonder that i am constantly amazed by. I've been out of school for quite some time wondering what had happened to all the people I once knew. Sure; I found some of my friends and acquaintances only to find that they either didn't remember me or have now found new "cooler" people to hang out with. But my reply to all those doodoo heads is shove off. Anyway moving on; so I just have been keeping the same tight knit friends that I've had. Then out of nowhere a friend that I rode the bus with found me. It's crazy; as I haven't seen her since 03 and I'm so glad she found me. Because during high school I had to take like a two to three hour ride just to get to that hell hole school. So I was a loner at first but I slowly branched out and ended up with some pretty remarkable friends in the process. Then we gave ourselves the nick name " The Cool Clique" in traditional dork fashion. There were good times as well as some bad times but all in all we stuck together. So I just got to give a shout out to all the members -Mel, Frank, Olivia and last but not least Krystal for finding me. Looking at this picture all I can think of is -damn I was such an ass.-

Fear the Fishes

2008-12-03T16:20:00.000-08:00

Lets start the festivities by saying; my religious views are pretty simple. Whatever works for you works for me. I really don't prefer any specific house. Now that doesn't mean I understand all the religions out there because truthfully I've come to find most religions are far from any thing I would choose to put my so called faith into. Now theology as a whole has always interested me but mostly to become more informed before I make any hasty decisions; as I normally would. The concept of a singular entity being the creator of all; seems somewhat unreasonable to me. With that being said; that doesn't mean I don't support another persons individual beliefs or views on the subject.

Now I had been driving around for quite a while wondering what in the hell the GF stickers that were stamped on every other bumper I see meant. For a long time I thought it meant girl friend and was nothing more than girls being friends or in my crazy moment something to do with the lesbian community. But imagine my surprise when a friend of mine tells me it means “God Fearing.” So I'm standing there wondering “ What the hell?” in a bewildered stare. Unfortunately for the rest of the day all I could think about was “God Fearing....God Fearing... WHAT THE HELL IS GOD FEARING.” Really; are you suppose to fear the one being who created the entire universe? How could you possibly have faith in something you fear? As far as I've been told god is a forgiving father who forgave his children after his own son died on a cross for our sins. I'm sorry but I find it too hard to grasp such a concept. I do not believe you should be fearful of the one person/entity you've been praying to you whole life. Whats the fucking point? I hate to be so blunt but seriously; it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of. That was until I found out that “The Fish” bumper sticker is a symbol of Jesus. Now what the hell is that about? I know the fish as a symbol is seen many times in the Gospels but come on already. A fish? You've got to be kidding. Not only should we fear him but we got to look at these dumb ass looking fish everywhere. And lets not forget GF seen posted above the stupid little fish like some kind of halo. So on that note I depart with a simple warning -Fear The Fishes-

One Match

2008-12-01T22:39:00.000-08:00

So I was surfing netflix and saw this movie David. So I clicked it to check is out. And trust me it was one of the most screwed up things I've ever seen. The movie it self was not the greatest but the story is something out of a crazy persons head. Its so screwed up at first i didn't want to believe it really happened. Anyway; basically this divorced couple who have kid named David(6) don't really get along. Charles the father in the equation is wack. He kidnaps David from new york and goes to California with him. He then proceeds to call Marie --the mom-- to tell her. Of course she flips out because he took David out of the state; half way across the damn country. So he then goes to a convenience store and buys a HUGE can of kerosene. And while Dave is sleeping he pours it all over the motel. He lights a single match and LEAVES. Over 90% of David's body had third degree burns on it. But that's not even the worse part. Charles the father only got sentenced to thirteen years and eventually got out in seven on parole. But David made it through and now works in the music industry. Oh and karma wise the ass who did it to him ended up getting sentenced again after he set fire to his neighbors apartment. Hooray for karma.

Ugie and It's Roaring Flute

2008-11-30T12:27:00.000-08:00

I live in a little studio where people come and go. This is especially true of my friends who moved away a while ago. Then came the terrible Ugie. stupid, loud, and thunderous. Stomping where ever it went. Then one day the stupid Ugie decides its time for a new quaint pretty little roar. So the Ugie travels far and wide looking for the perfect little roar. It looked and looked but could not find a roar. It looked under rocks; it looked under blocks; it even looked in it's socks but for Ugie there most certainly was no roar. So one day the sad; stupid Ugie decided to look no more! On the way back to it's cave on top of a winding staircase Ugie found what it could not believe. There sat a miraculous wonderful silvery roar. For Ugie had never seen a roar so magnificent. Ugie snatched the roar up and went home to it's cave. And to Ugie's surprise the roar was anything but a bore. Ugie roared and roared for time was no object. But little did Ugie care of others. Ugie just roared and roared his same monotonous tone. So here I sit listening to the Ugie roar. A roar so magnificent that all can hear it. But truthfully I dont think i can bear it. Because to be truthful i ******* hate it.
Over and Over i hear the Ugie's song Over and Over I Hear it's roar. Till finally I shove it's pretty little flute up its ass ! -The End

So basically there is a person who lives above me who like drags dead bodies across the floor and plays a stupid ass flute. I wouldn't mind the flute but they play the same song over and over... I not even joking. They play it for hours. The same exact melody. It's ridiculous. Ill be sitting in bed trying to fall asleep and they just keep playing. THEY NEVER STOP. The other night they where still playing at two in the damn mourning. What the hell is that about? Seriously; I want to know!

Rumors

2008-06-27T03:31:00.000-07:00

My, my, my what a crooked web we weave. Some how I got pulled into a huge rumor-fest this week, which really pisses me off. As it stands now I’m still not exactly sure what happened. Someone said something while someone else decided that they would embellish what was said only adding to an already bad situation. Then without warning I’m pulled off to the side and interrogated by a woman you could swear wanted nothing more than to castrate every man alive. So me being the nice guy that I am; I decide ill tell her what I know which is absolutely nothing. Then when I told her that said parties involved seemed to have learned their lesson she told me “ I don’t want to hear it!” Well excuse me!!!! All I did was fill in the blanks than she starts talking about hunting my friends down and performing torturous experiments involving sharp pointy objects. Well maybe not that bad but she wanted someone’s head. Really the whole thing was ridiculous. What exactly was I suppose to do? It’s not like I was even present for said rumored event. I’m surprised the lady didn’t perform a strip search! I told her that these where my friends involved and that I didn’t want her to screw up my friendship over her petty shit. Next thing I hear is that I started the whole rumor!!! Can you believe that shit? So I run up to the interrogator to find she is busy. Me being the nice guy that I am pull her friend aside (who was present for all this shit) and tell her that said interrogator is screwing with me and my friends; and if any of this shit comes back on us that she wont have to worry about her or her daughters job! Basically someone was lying to me this whole time and I still have no idea who it was! So who ever it was I only hope they get what they rightfully deserve; a horrible torturous interrogation with lies, accusations and sprinkled with threats of livelihood.

Vices

2008-06-24T13:57:00.000-07:00

We all have our vices I suppose. It seems somewhat sad when someone you know starts to be controlled by them. They tell themselves that there is nothing wrong; nothing wrong with a release. Craving for the itch to be tamed. Burning the very skin underneath their own being. Seeing all those around them in a fragmented mosaic with blurring edges and fine lines. To calm the appetite of the haunted is no easy feat. You do all you can yet it seems futile. They stare as a lost child looking for the invisible. Realizing the inevitable; that they themselves are addicted to the pain and punishment of carnality.

Assholes and Coffin Nails

2008-06-23T22:52:00.000-07:00

Now I don’t have a problem with people who smoke but it seems like they tend to get a little moody. There are some people who have to smoke at least one cigarette every two hours. While others tend to have to smoke one after another. Like I said the smoke aspect doesn’t normally bother me; it’s the grouchiness that does it. After all I’m sure we have all be around people who start to sweat and get a little irritable once their cigarette window has passed. So to make up for not jumping out the window earlier they smoke two or even sometimes three in succession. So today I was working near someone who said they just stabbed another “Coffin Nail” home. Which I found somewhat amusing; considering if you’re stabbing and/or hurting yourself why wouldn’t you just stop? It’s only natural after all. Not to mention it would be great for everyone else who has too deal with your less than always sunny disposition. And just think what it could do for your lungs and the other wonderful health problems that arise.

----This HAS NOT been a surgeon general’s warning.----