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About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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- Dialogue (Patchwork Farm Writing Retreat Prompt)
- To me, a friend is...
- To Me, Spring is . . .
- Rage, Peace, Loss, Evil
- Marc and Beatrice Edited Stories
- Published Pieces and Edits
- To Me, Writing is . . .
- A Favorite Tree (Patchwork Farm Writing Retreat Pr...
- Eve's Story, "Outdoor Cat" EDITED
- The Zeugma Challenge (Just for Fun)
- The Best Least Favorite Food
- Dialogue: Person and an Object
- A Rainy Day Story (Choose a Suitable Design)
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FYI if you missed class.
Images or pictures:
Rage
A red-faced guy in a big truck two inches from my car’s bumper yelling
at me to get out of the way.
A dark look in someone’s eyes after they’ve betrayed you.
A bull that is stabbed with a lance during the bullfight.
A girl pounding on a locked door.
A red-faced person staring at you without speaking.
One of the Mumbai terrorists as he shot people in the railway station.
The Polish immigrant’s mother as she sat listening to the RCMP.
Peace:
A baby sleeping.
An accurate stab to the bull’s heart that kills him finally.
A dove cooing on the pole.
Standing on the peak at Anvil Island and the calming feeling as the
sun engulfs you.
In the deep forest with light filtering through the branches.
Watching the sky at dawn.
Loss
A rich man finding his door broken open and all his things gone.
Tears streaming down my aunt’s face when she told me her dog, Sandy,
had been put down.
After the blood has all pumped out of the bull’s body its steps slow
down and it stumbles one last time.
A student who fails an exam.
Evil:
Dick Cheney’s scowl.
A fat, round-faced man drowning a toddler in a pool.
A bride set on fire by her own family.
The 9/11 attacks.
Peace—Lost Lagoon
A heron stands by the quay. Two white swans glide on the surface of the lake. A turtle stretches limbs to enjoy the warm sunbeam.
No predator, no hunter, different kinds of waterfowls—swans, geese, sea gulls, teals coexist in harmony. Far from the enmity, far from the noises, the most valuable heritage they inherited is amity.
Peace—Lost Lagoon
A heron stands by the quay. Two white swans glide on the surface of the lake. A turtle stretches limbs to enjoy the warm sunbeam.
No predator, no hunter, different kinds of waterfowls—swans, geese, sea gulls, teals coexist in harmony. Far from the enmity, far from the noises, the most valuable heritage they inherited is amity.
Rage
“Get away!—Never back home!”-- the boy was pushed out. With a sound of Pang, the door was closed.
Loss
She rummaged all of her pockets, all drawers of the tables and cabinets. Her face flushed and turned pale.
After thinking a while anxiously, she rushed to the sitting room. Out of sitting room, she plunged into washing room. Beads of sweat appeared on her head. Less than ten minutes, she was already grasping of breath –It seemed like something very important disappeared.
Evil
Crows cawing all day, owl standing on the roof, what a day!--“No one of these signs is good omen,” Jack thinks neurotically.
Jack opens the “almanac” trembling with fear to practice divination; the comment comes into his eyes: “Bode ill! Nothing is suitable for today.” Jack paralyzes on the chair dumb as a carved figure.
Rage
The prostesters rallied at the gates of Malacanang Palace, yelling from the top of their dry and screeching lungs, "OUST GLORIA ARROYO! YOU ARE AN AMERICAN PET! "
Streamers and banner's with the picture of a leashed president being pet like a dog by Bush, hanged in the mid-air and sent their messege to the leader, whom in that time, was out of the country playing golf.
At the same time, on the opposite side of the barricade, lined the Police and the Anti-Rally Securities. Behind the shields were people in uniform throwing tear-gas at the ralliers to disperse them. Slowly they advanced towards the scattered activist groups, the chaos, with the help of pressurized fire truck water.
Peace
In his lover's naked body, he falls asleep. He is most likely dreaming about her-- a walk in the beach with a perfect sunset or gazing at the stars in a moon-lit desert sky.
She is the love of his life, and in her presence he finds tranquilty that drives away the nightmares in his every night.
Loss
A tattoo of his beloved bulldog was etched in his arm, a permanent picture of his departed, but never forgotten friend.A painful piece of art that had helped him let go of the pain of losing a faithful comrade.
Evil
A Priest was arrested for molesting a ten year old boy. He sexually abused the innocent victim inside his own Pastoral Office.
Because of the testimony of his fellow Priest who witnessed his mundane act, the Court Judge finalized a guily verdict and sentenced him with "Reclusion Perpetua" or life imprisonment.
"I coul've given him the Death Sentence, if it wasn't abolished," The Judge said in an interview.
Rage
It felt like my heart was torn from my chest. Looking into my friends eyes knowing what he had done. He simply stared back at me with no emotion in his face. No remorse, nor regret. I pictured rushing forward and smashing his face into concrete until his skull cracked opened.
Peace
Having the warm sun bathed over me completely, staring over the ocean. Realizing how beautiful the world is as a whole. No more of a beautiful piece of art exists.
Loss
I ran forward and hugged my aunt tightly as possible. Squeezing her close as I could feel my shoulder being soaked with tears. She never needed to explain to me what she was feeling, I felt it too. Our angel was gone.
Evil
I turned the television volume on higher as I saw the planes crash into the trade towers. People running and screaming on the streets as the terror set in. As fast as I could, I ran up to my mothers room. The only words that I could come up with were "Somethings happened" as I looked her in the eyes.
A man with his head stuck under the kitchen sink, wood dust pouring down into his eyes, cursing the manufacturer of the faucet—that's me, enraged today. Faucets have predictable mounting hardware; over the years not much has changed.
Until this accursed one, that is. Nothing fits; nothing makes sense. And to add insult, there's an injury too, as a part hurtled down and bounced off his balding head.
Giving in, the man packs the new (and not improved) faucet away and puts the old one back in its place. In five minutes!
MARC'S WRITING STYLE IS SO BOOLYWOOD.
Rage
The pain went to its head and made it felt dizziness. The contemptuous smile from the enemy’s face provoked it. The beef hoofs were trampling the ground fiercely. The eyes were scarlet like the blood could be pumped out of them. Its breaths became heavier with red bubbles coming out from the nose and the mouth. The horns were towards the matador. It lowered the head down snarling to start the last attack.
Loss
The dizziness was stronger then it expected. For a moment, it could hardly control its steps. It was still bleeding. The blood was everywhere mixing with the mud and smelled sweet and fishy. The warm and scarlet blood was covered it’s body totally like several small fountains on it’s back. The paces slowed down. More drowsiness coming now, it suddenly felt wanting to close its eyes.
Evil
The crowed were excited now. The gigantic bull ever was conquered. How beautiful the blood was. People cheered, yelled “bravo”. The excited audiences jumped into the circle and daubed the bull blood on their foreheads. A little boy licked the blood and yelled to his mom, “It’s warm. The blood is still warm.”
Peace
It was too tired. “Okay, no more struggling.” The painfulness was gone. The noises were fading. The eyes were closed. The trembling was stopped. Only the gentle moo-moo from its mother left calling it to follow. The body, even the most strongest and heavy body was so no vulnerable. It was nothing but a burden only. After a long exhale, it’s gone.
Evil:
He was fat, round-faced. He tip toed in the room that has been described to him. He was getting pay for it. The five year-old was sleeping, her parents in their room. He took her slowly and headed toward the back door, the girl still sleeping. When he reached the pool, he lowered himself. He stepped in the deeper pool—where the girl’s parents told her not to go because of its depth—and threw her in the water. She screamed, finally realizing it wasn’t her mom or dad who usually cuddle her in their arms whenever she slept on the sofa and take her into her room.
“Help!” she screamed when her head emerged.
Round- faced feared leaving his finger print on her, just in case if her body was found. But it wasn’t going the way he’d planned it. His hands had to operate. He took the gloves from his pocket and wore them and held her head between his strong hands.
“Mom, Daddy! Help me!” the girl screamed, as he pushed her under the water whenever she surfaced.
Rage:
The door swung open and her dad flew out, his eyes red. “Stop! Lily, breath.” he jumped on the fat man’s neck, struggling to loose his grasp on Lily’s head. He wasn’t sure he could beat this man. But he held his neck, strangling the man.
“Who sent you?” he asked the fat man.
“I did it for money” fat man answered.
“Who send you, I said, not why you did it!”
“Your ex-wife did because you chose Lily’s mom over her”.
Loss:
He strangled him, and didn’t let go until he lied still.
hi Beatrice, just wondering what you meant by "BOOLYWOOD"?
Evil
He is holding a gun and looked at everyone with Wiley eyes.
He started laughing “ha ha ha”.
All the people are scare.
Then there is sharp sound, “crack crack”.
The hall is filled with scream and floor colored with blood.
Rage
He is gone. Wounded people are screaming with agony. A woman is wailing to holding her daughter‘s dead body .She is beating her breast .When she is screaming, her body is shivering.
Loss
Everywhere ambulance, police and reporters are walking. But she is still sitting over there and crying. She is not screaming and yelling. Her puffy eyes fill with tears.
Peace
Little girl is sleeping In her mother’s arm forever.
Bill walked toward his girlfriend Jane’s home, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand. When the building was in sight, he looked up the balcony of Jane’s apartment and she was right there, with a guy. They were having a cuddle and then a long kiss. The roses dropped onto the ground.
Returning the home, he stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him. Then he began breaking all his things related to Jane.
Loss, Rage, Peace, Sin
Stepping out of the airport, my father was there alone to pick me up. My grandfather has been hospitalized for weeks; the doctor said he has only six months to live due to the lung cancer. My father took my luggage and led me to the car, he didn’t say a word, and I wanted to ask:
“How is grandma, is he ok now?”
“He died last week.” Father answered.
“Why didn’t you tell me!” I cried out loud.
“Because we didn’t want you to delay your study.” He muttered.
Last week, that was the Good Friday, I was being baptized in the church. “Why does that happen to me? God, why do you do this to me?” I had this rage to my father or to God.
When I went back to my grandfather’s room, I felt he was there, I could sense he was watching me, he knew how much I missed him, I knew that I always remembered he taught me the first time when I wrote my name; I remembered the sweets he bought to me everyday after Kindergarten. I remembered fastening my paces to catch him in the dark narrow alley towards the lights in the end when he was always walking so fast; I remembered he took me to the hospital when there was nobody at home to take care of me. That was enough for me.
Death is the final price we need to pay for our sin, maybe, that was going to be the time to face it without any fear as my grandfather said to me on the phone:
“I have been advanced to my age, I have been grateful for these 83 years, if my time has come, I will embrace it.” He has loved and has been loved, that is the most important thing now.
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