27

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About.

 

Write a short story in which you are the villain.

 

27. 27 bodies. That meant 27 graves, which would inevitably lead to one sore body the next morning. That was the price to pay for the crimes committed.

If you are going to commandeer a Brink's truck in broad daylight with 27 odd people standing around watching, then murder becomes necessary.

Some of my friends would definitely not agree with my actions, but I know the alternative. I thought about using threatening words to strike fear into their eyes, but I figured one of them would tattle eventually.

I feel very confident in my action. I know that once something is done there's no point in dwelling on it.

I'm on my way across the ocean, ready to start over. I've spotted a couple larger banks over there. Europe is abundant in museums filled with fine expensive art. This will be a good run, I can feel it.

 

 

Write on, this is t-bear signing off

Family Law

This morning I had a family law class  where I learned lots of useful information that I will be applying to my life now and forevermore. I suggest you all do the same.
Here goes:

"If you're going to leave someone, get your crap in order."
 

and

"When it comes to children, it's a lifelong sentence, so make sure you want them!"

That there is advise to live by.


Thank you and goodnight, this is t-bear signing off

my mother and other tales

My mother is so amazing it's hard to believe it. Seriously, I feel blinded by the belief.
When I think of the words; awesome, fantastic, marvelous, impressive and magnificent, I can only picture my mother. She's just so amazing.
In other news, today I was kindly greeted with the winning of a coffee after I proceeded to roll up the rim. My faith in Tim Horton's has been restored. We'll see how long that lasts.

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About.

The time you were the most terrified - your knees were knocking, your heart was racing, you could barely stand to be in your own skin

This terrified feeling has had a regular occurrence in my life since moving into residence at college.
People apparently like to get drunk and cook food at all hours of the night. I have no problem with this, but when they burn the food and cause the fire alarm to go off while I'm fast asleep, I get very knee knocking terrified.

You're welcome, this is t-bear signing off

Thursday is the day today.

You know that saying that goes, "you've never experienced true fear until a poster falls down in the middle of the night"? I happen to be a victim of such fear.

Good thing I was able to continue my sweet slumber after that frightful experience or I would have been real tired for my last midterm this morning. I'm finally done school until after the break!

Now to pack. Oh the dreaded packing.

 

 

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About.

 

Your friend calls to say she saw you in the back of a police car yesterday. What happened?

 

I was taken over by a rush of rogue decision making and adrenaline. This combination did not in any way contribute to my recently clean record.

I saw the playground. I needed some happiness in my life and for a instant there I thought it would only come from playing on that playground.

Apparently, terrorizing little children is a crime.

 

 

Au revoir, this is t-bear signing off

Wendy's, Suitcases, and Anna Karenina

I'd like to congratulate Wendy's on their stellar job of giving me the correct burger. All I wanted was that number 1 combo, you had one job! Nope, instead I get the Baconators son. I don't like bacon on my burger and after that we were left with two patties and two buns. Not cool Wendy's.

I have come to the realization, although under my bed is a lovely storage space, it isn't that easy to get things out of that dark hole once they're put there. I need that big suitcase to go home on Friday and the first attempt was not long lived, I think I'll try again tomorrow when I've recovered and am better nourished.

Anna Karenina. A decent book, very boring, but decent. I don't really see where "the greatest love story of all the literature to ever show its face on planet earth" fell in, but I read it anyways. All 923 pages. I can't see myself ever reading it again. Maybe when I get old, I'll get Alzheimer's and I won't remember how unrereadable it was and then I'll read it again. I want all of you who plan on still being around when this happens, to kindly remind me of the pain and suffering I went through the first time I read it, and politely rip the novel from my hands and place it in a garbage can where I will not find it. Then go to my book shelf and get me something like Harry Potter, that's a series that can be read over and over again even if you don't remember when you read it before.

Then after struggling to complete that novel, I watched the movie.

 

Happy midterms! this is t-bear signing off

Fat Tuesday

It is Fat Tuesday. I'm not at home in Ltown. Lakeside is not "down Oak Street and take a left".
I really want a poonchkie and have been denied a privilege given to many. It's just rude. Completely rude.
If I wanted to be left out of important events, like eating thousand calorie donuts, I would have gone to space where they are also denied such privileges.
Why do we have mothers? So they can please their children. Yet for some reason, my mother has not yet arrived with a poonchki. She is a fun sucker. Just sucks all the fun out of every awesome moment. Shame on you mother. Shame.
Here I am, all alone on this blistering Tuesday night. No light in the night, and no poonchki beside me.

Eat one for me, this is t-bear signing off

Beauty

Society has taken beauty and made it into something that is unrealistic and unattainable. Magazines create an image that make us believe beauty is photoshopped, skinny, tan and flawless. This is not beauty. Beauty is inside of us, not on us. Have the courage to say, "I am beautiful just the way I am."

 

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About.

 

Write a scene that begins: "Joe was the last person on Earth I expected to do that."

 

Joe was the last person on Earth I expected to do that. I mean, everyone always expects this kind of thing from his brother, John, but never from Joe.

Joe, up until this moment, was a straight A student with a clean criminal record. He always followed the rules and tried, without success, to get John to do the same.

Some say Joe was overcome by an adrenaline rush and participated in these scandelous activities under the influence of too much energy.

Others say he was pressured by his superiors or it was part of rush or he was blackmailed into it.

Whatever the case, Joe committed a crime punishable by many years of prison, if he was caught. After years of being smart, he instantly found a way out of getting caught by the police.

Joe's life changed the day he participated in a street race, where he drove 87 km over the speed limit while under the influence of a certain drug.

Of course none of this can be proved, but a reliable source states they heard him mumble something along those lines when he got out of the vehicle after his race.

 

 

Hoping for snow! this is t-bear signing off