freewrite - a little on the sad side

constantdrowning, fricken cockroaches - infesting all parts of the scity, not to mention the damn rabts at 3am in the morning, more like 5 but who can tell when your eyes are still closed and you hae ve to go to work. miss him, miss him terribly, then i get the sinking feeling like when you're not wanted. it's not a pleasante feeling. thought i would not get that again that i ofound someone that might have made that go away, turns out at some point in time, everyonen may feel that way about you. i don' t want to feel that way about anyone, because i know hot w it is on the receiving end.

just a meatter of fime. damn my typing is horribel. don't want to body to get in the way. sexual feelings are one thing, but theysh ouldn't be the only thing. just want to be held, want to watch mets games in someones arms. getting that now, just whaeve a sinking feelin g that it will end.

hurting. doesn't want to speak to me anymore that's okay, and understandable. no pressure omcoming from my side of things. i undersatand there's opain, i understand healing must be done and i don't know if we can aever be friends again. time will tell.

that hurts, but is also freeing. he'll make it without me. perhaps it was wrong to think he needed me so much, but it's hard not to think people don't need me. yeah , i'm selfish that way, i guess. maybe more o.. more egotistical. but it's all in the aname of caring and all that. too bad i can't see myself needing ahnyone elsea. that's what got me into this mess in the first place.

thinking about revamping all my blogs. maybe make into one with tsome pages, then i get lazy. can't even keep up with some of my school work . invetensive classes suck because therey're just one after another after another and if you miss haeflf a lclass you're prettye much screwed tof rhtela;flksjdfl for teh rest of the esemester. don't want to fail this one, it's oimporattant. i know i can learn the coding and all the parameters, ubut i'm missing so much of fthe foundation, what can i do.

work will get better. changes are being made and ewe'll avhave a bit less stress than we have been. omost importantl,y, people will like calling the help desk again. gotata amake sure we get these people what they need.

drained and drowning. not sure chawhat to do next. don't liketo go to sleep at night. it's hard being alone............

Nuclear Dream Escape

There's a reoccuring dream i have... where a bomb is dropped and no one realizes until it's too late. Normally, in that dream i've never been able to escape. As the flesh and bone melt down, i've normally woken up. This time, i found a way out.

A school building represents the scene. There are several characters that we must think about, the group of geeks, the mysterious nurse and her doctor accomplice, the "unaware" and a small child mastermind.

The school is having a festival, and the noise drowns out the sound of the drop. The rumble, the heat, even the explosion doesn't seem to wake people up. i turn to see the flames devour the unknowing, and i'm probably too close - but i have a new motivation to escape. Instead of going toward the chaos, i turn down the hallway and see a way out.

Normally, within minutes the radiation has a hold of me... but this time, i'm able to get outside and i keep running. My running was slowed, but this new freedom allows me abit of speed. I run all the way to the outskirts of town, knowing that's where the bomb cannot reach. This is where i find the strange nurse and she asks me to follow her.

Like a cut scene from a movie, i can see the other characters. The group of geeks just picked up the surveillance of the bomb and they are investigating now. A teacher is watching TV as he sees his three year old son playing with a large video game controller. No longer the cute little boy he always knew... but the little boy seemed to be carefully moving the buttons and as he flipped over the controller, there was a keyboard on the other side. He started talking about how he told the government all about his father and their plan. How it was time he did something. The young child used advanced vocabulary and his eyes were wild with madness.

The father and i went to his house where the child was sitting in his crib. The father looked on unbelievingly because the little one was crying. As he wiped the tears away, he smiled. "It was my first mistake... I was finally able to make my first mistake." Hearing that from someone so young, i decided that all hell was breaking loose and i'd better get out of there.

Now i was flashed back to the nurse. The police were looking to quarantine anyone that was in the vicinity of the bomb. The nurse and her accomplice were wearing their respective work clothes so we had to get them out because it looked as if they belonged to the school. She tried to tell an approaching police officer that they were from a different region, but they weren't believed. With a little disguising, we ran away again to try to find the geek team....

~wyn

Fellings Free-write (for mature audiences)

too much work, constantly talking and unable to breathe. wish someone was there to rescueme. on a beach, in his arms, safe from the turmoil of everyday attitudees. traeveling to someplace far away, being together, being understood, being cared for, finally someone who cares back. it's been so long, too long to remember, someintone understands.... this is the most important thing.

not much to write about today, just the incrediclble feeling of being understood. having someone know me , having someone who wants to know more about me.

short but finished.

~wyn ^_^

deadly free write

(this one is really not complete at all.. just something i had in mind)

One police officer shook his head. "It's a shame really, she was in love."

"Or obsessive," His partner replied.

They stood over the body of a 21 year old woman. Her legs As camera flashes captured her final resting place, Officer Neil Croady noticed how her skin matched the innocent white of the chalk outline.

"I wouldn't call this suicide, Kev. Look at her legs. What position would she have to be in to get them tangled like that. See how the left one is bent, and under the right?"

"Call it what you will Neil, but we have a job to do," Officer


The note from her night table was not the only one found in her apartment. Perhaps she was an aspiring writer, but these are what teachers call 'free writes'."


your hands, their position, anywhere you want to be. come be with me , here in my arms. how acan someone be so far away, yet so close to my heart? when ever we're together, i feel like you understand whthe way no one else has. what could have brought this feeling to my mind? i've never known anything like this begore.

Jibberish

Too many voices
They all want more than I have
What am I to do?

Something forgot...

On the platform a genlteman looked at his watch.
"Where the hell is the train," he muttered. The 6:26 train was already half an hour late. "So much for the sunset. Forgive me, Kahri."

He inched closer to the edge of the platform, like many others, looking for an oncoming train. Empty tracks returned his stare as a fllimsy piece of garbage mockingly floated by. When he moved back, his shadow stayed behind, a painful reminder of what he missed earlier.

"Soon the stars will come out and we'll all play in the dark," an old woman sang. "Dark and light, day and night. 'ntil the break of day."

The gentleman shook his head with pity. Here was a little crippled lady, hair in disarray, walking down the platform singing. Despite the cane and hunch in her back, she had a smile on her face, and didn't seem to mind if people were trying to rush around her.

She was just about to pass him when a woman ran by, knocking into her shoulder. The cane flew into the air as the old woman tipped over. Ray didn't have time to think. His bags dropped to the floor and he jumped onto the tracks to catch the little woman. He only thought of her silence as the train horn blew.

"Let's go," he mumbled and ducked under the platform, the little body cradled in his arms.

"Dark and light, day and night," the old woman continued her song.

Ray set her down on a bundle of old newspapers and brushed off his own pants. She didn't look hurt, and looking closer, the hump was gone. 'Now I must be seeing things' he thought. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Now her hair was neat. It was hard to tell the difference, but somehow she looked younger.

"I guess we missed the train," maybe conversation would explain things.

"'ntil the break of.... Oh no, we caught the train, Ray, we caught it just in time."

"But we're under the.... How did you know my name?"

The woman smiled. "Oh, excuse my manners. Please, call me Kat. I've known you for a long time, Ray, but it seems you've forgotten me. But we'll talk about that later. Let's be on our way."

Still stunned, he nodded and took her outstretched hand. 'Who was this woman and how does she know me... Did she look familiar... Why was she old before, but now she's my age....' He questioned silently. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to find your strength."

Distance was easy to measure from the high seat of the traveling princess. Her eyes swept over the mountains and rivers they crossed for six days. From her hometown, it was

As a girl, she used to travel to the city of Plainwreth during the summer. There were several paths to its center, but her companions chose the one she was most familiar with.

She couldn't believe they came so far, just for her. Most of her court were brought up