That assignment

I'm going to use iNetword and write a short story.

The Things We Hide (Act One)

Joe was nervous. It was his first day in a new city, with a new job. He didn’t feel right. He felt cheated, were most 19 year olds ran out of their home town? By their own parents no less? It was like the exclamation point to a constantly anti-climactic and chaotic childhood. But his Monday night feeling wouldn’t last much longer. Because leaning precariously over a cash register was a read-headed angel named Marian Bartsch. And she would change his life forever…

Mein Letze tag

I guess I would spend my last day with as many people as I could.
Of all the things I could do, that's what  should.
I'd probably drink about, and laugh with my friends.
Play guitar and pray that this wouldn't be the end.
I'd lie in bed with my girlfriend, and we would make love.
And I'd pray that God would take me in heaven above.
I tell me dad I loved him, and he always was right.
And I'd ask my mom not to cry, because she'd done alright.
I would plead I'm sorry, the people I'd hurt I knew.
Those ones that heard my selfish cries, the unlucky and the few.
I'd tell my friends I'd loved them, so that they would understand.
And I'd tell them that we'd meet again, in the promised land.
We'd talk and drink and sing about the paradise up above.
And we'd talk about God and Jesus, and their perfect love.
I'd learn as much as possibly could in one single day.
Then I pray to God that the moments, wouldn't fade away.

Villanelle

Now the beach, with blood is stained,
The lives we payed to pass,
Forever to remain.

Cities crumble, our victory not vain,
we take the fight to their home,
Forever to remain.

Soldiers for land, for their name,
as their friends fall and die,
Forever to Remain.

My life I'd give so your's be saved,
my body shot to bits,
Forever to Remain

The sounds and sights in my eyes ingraved,
machine gun fire, rifle, grenade
Forever to Remain

60 years later on the beach in name,
the speak of the trials and the men and their graves,
the pray that their lives were not wasted in vain
For thes men who died are - Forever to remain

Etheree

Scream

From Black

Music Comes

Alive awake

Lovingly painful

My dark and twisted love

I live with thee forever

My Heart cries out eternally

For you are always tender and true

The blood in my veins runs as thick as you

Poilizei (Act 5)

How ridiculous I was to think that I could've taken on those men and been alright. It was insanity. Pure sillyness. It must've looked like someone's twisted nightmare villain: clothes drenched in blood, and laughing hysterically - goofy from the pain killers. "I thought we were going to the hospital?" The man who had rescued me, whom I now knew as John wasn't laughing. Some men chased us. They got you into a ward but they came for us." I was puzzled. "How did we end up here?"
"I carried you."
"Wasn't that a little dangerous for you? They must've been armed."
"You covered me the whole way. I have to say, you're one hell of a shot."
Tires roared outside.

Someone was here.

As it unfolds

The world as it is now is a complicated place. We have overworked our consiences until now we cry at every poor country and every slum we see. It's sad how often I see commercials for animal shelters and buy-a-child-from-Africa. I hate this mentality that because a country can't take care of it's own people that we have too. It's absolutely pathetic. We have to hold everyone's hand but when we try and do the right thing, our soldiers and citizens are murdered and we are criticized for 'policing the world'. I think we should take on a policy of isolatsionism again. I mean, every time we reach out a helping hand, it's sliced off by the crooked razor of some psycho religous group or radical government. Screw it, why would help if no one will have it.