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What I will be saying when we all die.

Aw, that was a fail.  Foiled by my own sub-blogs.  Why you do this to my attempt at satire? :(

Is more of a journal prompt, but I’ll be making it as long as I can.

I’ll be switching between two prompt sites.

Name something you lost or gave away that can never be replaced.

(In my last post, I mentioned trying to write a short story at least once a week with random prompts I found on a website.  This was one of them.  I hope you enjoy the short story.  Also, the big breaks between paragraphs isn’t my fault!  I can’t fix it!)

Ding Dong!

“I’ll get it!” 

            A small, tousle-haired figure dashed towards the front door, nearly knocking down a vase as he slid clumsily on the wood floor.

“Be careful, Dylan!  I swear, one of these days you are going to break something!  I only hope it won’t be your neck!” shouted the young boy’s mother from the bathroom. 

She brought her attention back to her husband, whom she was trying to help with a tie.  He made a face and whined, “I can do it myself, Sharon, I know how to tie things!  It’s just a new tie, I need to get a feel for it first.”  She rolled her eyes and left him to it just as the front door opened.

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So I really need to start writing again, and with that, begin improving on it in general.  It’s been so long since I’ve properly written.  Accounts of my day and thoughts out loud do not count.  So I found a site that gives random prompts for a short story.  You get a theme, or you get a sentence that tells you what the story will be based on and you basically fill in the blanks with whatever you want.  I’ll try to do one at least every week.

This week’s prompt is:

A babysitter is snooping around her employer’s house and finds a disturbing photograph…

Tadpoles are fucking weird.  They’re little evolutions on fast-forward.

For the first time, I asked myself: Why do you want your own place?  I mean, really want it?  There has to be more to it than the sense of independence.  There is the independence, which is always attractive, but there’s something else as well.  I like the idea of having a place I can call my own; a place that I have control over.  I can choose where I put things, how I decorate.  I like the idea of coming home to a quiet place where I can decide when to make noise and how much of it.  I like the thought of choosing what food I want in the vicinity.  If I don’t want any junk food, I can make it happen; no one would be around to surprise the home with pastries and sweets.  I also enjoy the idea of being able to do what I please without having to worry if it “looks bad” or unproductive.

I then asked myself what appeal I saw in moving far away.  The thing is, it’s not the distance that attracts me, but the area itself.  I’ve had enough desert heat and I’m ready to experience real seasons.  Growing up in a place that was almost always cool, I’ve always enjoyed cold weather and never understood the appeal to heat, heat, heat.  People say the rainy, gloomy weather causes depression, but it’s the weather I thrive in most.  Heat is what makes me miserable.  Then there’s the other attraction to moving to another place, which I’m sure I’ve mentioned many times before: I find it incredibly exciting to “start over”, in a sense.  This doesn’t mean I want to cut off all contact with my family and friends.  I don’t want that at all.  I just like the idea of being in a place where no one knows my name.  It would motivate me to go out and explore, maybe join classes, or a special gym.  Do something new.  Life is all about new experiences, and it would be a shame to not at least try to explore the world we live in a bit.  We live in such a big place with so many different types of people, it’d be nice to meet as many of them as possible and see as many sights as I can.

What makes this all the more comforting is this:  If I end up not liking it as much as I thought … if I change my mind … my home will always be available for me to come back to.

I’m watching Known Universe:  Biggest Cosmic Blasts.  Ever think how volcanoes are just a planet’s violent pimples?