Spectators

Crunch punctures the white, foggy stillness.

Crackle calls the redolent treat from within.

I move though the veil towards her smile

A loud pop pierces the silence.

A furtive glance behind reveals

Silent ghostly spectators.

My heart gallops,

their ghostly aura remains

Unbroken, I am alone.

Pop, I hurry forward

Something cold touches me

I scream. They scamper. It falls.

As I run towards her now widening smile

I hear them ripping open their spoils.

Fashion maestro???

The first time I saw him, he was eating a bilious looking bowl of broad beans. I stood in the doorway and watched with abject fascination as three beans were fighting their way out of his mouth while he attempted to shovel another twenty or so in. He summoned me forward, set down the bowl, jumped up and started to careen towards me hand outstretched.

He had a wore a dingy white shirt that had a big, wet stain above the left breast pocket, his pockmarked glistening jowls hid the knot of his tie and his shirt cuffs were rolled halfway up hairy forearms. His wrinkled, grey pants were too tight and two inches too short and but, surprisingly showcased the intricate Navajo design of the buckles on his boots - beautifully.

I stepped forward extending my arm hopeful that, at least, I was going to make a good first impression. As my dry, soft hand touched his slippery one – I wondered - How on earth did this man – Andreas Morton - rise to the top of the world’s most illustrious fashion empire?

Looking for Inspiration

I wish that I could be so eloquent when I sit down to write my poem. So assignment #5 is going to be about poetry so I've been reading different styles and trying to find my own poetic voice. I recently read two poems that I thought I'd share. They are both by Maya Angelou and are profound in their simplicity

During the years when you knew nothing

And I knew everything, I loved you still

Condescendingly of course,

From my high perch

Of teenage wisdom.

I grew older and

was stunned to find.

How much knowledge you had gleaned,

And so quickly.

and then

During those earliest, dearest days

I did not dream that you had

A large life which included me,

For I had a life

Which was only you.

Dramaz!!!!!

They dimmed the lights, turned up the music and over 300 people began to converge on the dance floor. The perfect time for her to slip away. She was trying to make her way through the mass of writhing bodies when, an arm snaked out of the crowd and pulled her in a different direction. Someone leaned into her ear and said,
  “I’m taking you out of here. We need to talk!”

She recognized his voice.

  “Mark? Wha, Wha… What are you doing here? Stop I’m no-not going anywhere with you. Mark stop!”

Her cries went unheard over the music as he kept moving her towards the closest door. She tried to pull away but he purposefully pushed them through the crowd. The door slammed shut behind them and then there was silence.

  “Why are you doing this? Why today?” she whispered brokenly.

   “I couldn’t stay away Chloe... Not today... Today should have been our day. This should have been our wedding reception. I love you and I want to be with YOU, so please don’t throw that away. Don’t give up on us.”

Her eyes widened as she stepped forward shaking

   “Throw it away? YOU GOT SUSAN PREGNANT WHILE WE WERE ENGAGED! YOU betrayed me. You BETRAYED US! YOU BROKE US! You threw us away. There is no more us…”

Mark looked at her with disbelief…

Honestly the pressure was just too much.

I tried to jump on the technology bandwagon but it just left without me.

Such was the case with my twitter account. How the hell do people find time to tweet all during the day? Somedays it's just exhausting thinking about what I'm going to put in my blog. I found the pressure of trying to tweet about the interesting things in my life very hard - cause quite simply I just don't have enough going on to keep posting constantly. My tweets were beginning to look like this.

7:30am: Just waking up, rolling over to kiss Mr C and dog. 
7:32am: Dog and Mr. C passed out due to morning breath
8:00am: Pervy neighbour trying to catch a glimpse of me in my skivies. God I really detest that man.
8:45am: Leaving for work
Noon: Going to eat lunch
5:00p: Going home now
6:30pm: Walking dog. Making Dinner, falling asleep in front of TV

So I decided to spare my 9 followers the horror of reading about the minutiae of my life and deleted my twitter account. Now I'm trying to decide about what I'm going to do about Facebook!

The Sound of Freedom!!!!

So not the most creative blog title but, excuse me - I'm brain dead and sitting on the world's most boring sales call so I'm doing what I need to do - finishing my homework. So I have class tonight and I really struggled on this assignment. I am having performance anxiety!

After last week I didn't want to submit something that was the equivalent of a wet noodle. So I decided to write something about my favourite subject and the muse behind my blog - TJ.

Assigment #2

The Sound of Freedom

The sound of the front door slamming softly shook the house. They were gone. After weeks of plotting he’d finally found his opportunity to escape. While he was tempted to spring up and rush upstairs, he lay there quietly listening to the wooden floor boards and the walls settling in around him. After what seemed like an eternity, he noiselessly crept towards the stairs and looked up – half expecting to see someone looking down at him – but much to his surprise the door to the basement was open.

He took the stairs two at a time and burst out onto the main floor. It was a big cavernous room partially filled with furniture and long shadows with lots of hiding places to explore. He bounded over to the half-opened window, where he could hear the distant float of laughter and music and smell the blissful aroma of fresh baked bread. He could barely contain himself as he jumped around, howled and yipped excitedly. THIS WAS FREEDOM!

He was so caught celebrating that he didn’t hear the sound of the key fumbling in the lock of the front door, nor the soft creak as the door opened. In mid yip he turned and as his arctic blue eye met her nut brown ones, he knew he was in trouble.

So I had my trusty workplace editor Miss V review my homework and she made some really great tightening tips so I followed her advice. Again any comments would be appreciated.

I've decided to take the plunge and develop assignment number one into a short story.Now I have to come up with the rest of the words for it. Scribe I may need some professional editing assistance from you.

Just another post

I'm totally procrastinating right now because I'm supposed to be doing my homework. I even blew off the gym for this. I found this meme and thought it was really cool so I filled it out so that I can now go back to my homework.

Why did I sign up for this feckin class again? Oh yeah personal development.. Ok here goes

RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.
RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes , delete mine and type in your answers and tag your friends to answer this.

Here I go:

Asked someone to marry you? Innocent.
Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Guilty.
Danced on a table in a bar? Guilty.
Ever told a lie? Guilty.
Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty.
Kissed a picture? Guilty.
Slept in until 5 PM? Innocent.
Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty.
Held a snake? Innocent.
Been suspended from school? Innocent.
Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent.
Stolen from a store? Guilty.
Been fired from a job? Guilty.
Done something you regret? Guilty.
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Guilty.
Pee'd yourself? Guilty
Kissed in the rain? Guilty.
Sat on a roof top? Guilty.
Kissed someone you shouldn't? Guilty.
Sang in the shower? Guilty.
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent.
Shaved your head? Innocent.
Had a boxing membership? Guilty.
Made a girlfriend cry? Guilty.
Been in a band? Innocent.
Shot a gun? Guilty.
Donated Blood? Innocent.
Eaten alligator meat? Guilty.
Eaten cheesecake? Guilty.
Still love someone you shouldn't? Innocent.
Have/had a tattoo? Innocent.
Liked someone, but will never tell who? Guilty.
Been too honest? Guilty.
Ruined a surprise? Innocent.
Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Guilty.
Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty.
Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty.
Joined a pageant? Innocent.
Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty.
Got drunk in a bar and made out with a guy and a girl. Guilty
Had communication with an ex? Guilty.
Got totally drunk on the night before an exam? Innocent.
Got so angry that you cried? Guilty.