Trump mad

Blue frog

Pink and blue cat

An educated and depressed poltergeist during a flood

In a local library, think of the librarian as a landlord—as books come and books go. Each book has its own special place in the library.  The old librarian, who goes by the name of Mrs. Hallman, had died a year ago this week. The body was never found and Mr. Hallman had been deceased for over four years. Some say she still lurks about droning down the tall, towering shelves making sure that everything is still in order.

The security guard on third shift stays at the dark and empty building all night and never are there any issues. I mean, who steals books these days?

He waves his flashlight and patrols the halls every hour but nothing, not even a rat is there to cure his incessant loneliness.

It’s raining outside and the wind is picking up. The radio on his desk reminds him that it may flood tonight and to take precautions. He doubted anything bad would happen. Well something bad did happen. At first the storm drains collected the water but as time went on, the water became thicker and deeper and to his disbelief, the guard had to combat a tide of water seeping through the cracks of the doorway.

After about an hour the water reached the bottom shelves of some of the bookcases. There was even some thunder. There was nothing the guard could do but pick up the books and move them to a safe location. Lightning struck a nearby tree and a small but impacting branch crashed into the window causing a small amount of smoke to set off the sprinklers. The guard knew that this would ruin the entire collection and be a total disaster.

Books began leaving the shelves as if they were being carried and thrown not knocked off and the guard began to contemplate what was happening. Some say it was Lady Hallman, the late librarian—her ghost, returning to her place of work trying to save her books. However, it was too late. The storm was getting worse and there was nowhere to put them. 

bell and shoe whattup

purple chicken

Drabble 1 (4-18-17)

Darling, You Know When You Smiled Accidentally?

A Drabble
by Psy The Duck

"Darling, what do you think of my incredible lid?"

"Er... I don't know dear."

"What about my idyllic smell? Some say its like a backward rabbit."

"Um..."

"Do you think my surface is like a scrawny torch?"

"Where on earth did you hear a thing like that?"

"Daddy says that my fur is like a crumpled blade that likes shouting defiantly whilst waving its hands."

"That's... um... nice. Perhaps we should talk about something else now."

"You know when you smiled accidentally? I heard it was like blindly cooking."

"Oh look, drizzle outside!"

"But Darling, I am a fluffy hat!"

(Crash!)
~ 101 words ~

Left Twix

I put this drama up for adoption
I broke the key in the lock and
I'm rockin'
I'm rockin,
Broke the hands off of the clock and
I'm not mockin'
Pot's crockin'
I'm soaring faster than the flock and
I'm rockin'

Your words, so lifeless, don't affect me
Only a mirror can reflect me
I was once naive and young
With foolish words and snakeful tongue

I grew old but bold I became
Stopped living life as just a game
I placed my pawns, and set my queen
I learned to master my machine

Body full of holes
Swiss cheese slices
Soaring through the clouds
Got my pilot license
I'm selling peace of mind
You can't beat my prices
If it weren't for my struggle
I couldn't even write this

I AM BUCK

skull study1 4-10-17

The hand we were dealt

In this cruel life, we're all misfits
We have scars that still drip
From the blood of the struggle
You sell the tip of the blade
But we're not looking for trouble
But we won't be afraid
Cause we've been through it all
You broke the delicate trust
I'll can't catch you when you fall
Because trouble found us
That's just the luck of the draw

45 words for very

The birds rewritten

The wait was long but needed. People had to be seen and things had to get done. He picked up the flimsy magazine. The pages, wrinkled and out dated, He wondered if it would entertain him until his appointment. Countless, headlines told of politics which he hated. He hastily sprawled through the glossy pages and finally came to an advertisement about some elegant perfume. There was a peel and sniff. He peeled but he didn't get any aroma--the useless thing.
People were seated all around him. He could hear the chatter of a high school cafeteria mixed with the false hope of the nurse coming out and then calling someone else's name. Ugh, he groaned. He decided to scan the room. About ninety percent of them were preoccupied with their smart phones. The rest were making chit chat with the people adjacent of them. You can learn a lot from people by listening to their conversations. Even by the tone of their voice, you can get a vague impression.
One lady was talking about her dog and how he wouldn't shut up while she was still trying to get rest before she had to wake up. Another was pleading for her son to stay still.
Things still did not become interesting. He decided to doze off--little did Clef know about the dream I was to embark on...

(Transition scene into fantasy)

He glanced at the fragile bird. It was as black as the night it reflected. It wasn't odd that a crow appeared on the tree branch beside him. It was odd that it was the only bird not in the swarming flock above him.

He tried to piece together what he was seeing. The swarm was getting more and more dense. he could no longer see the sun and soon, the sky became night, although it was still in the midday. He was scared but he wasn't alone. He saw a little girl who had to be about eight to ten years old hiding under the slide. It was orange with graffiti all over it. He stepped closer and then, instinctively sprinted to her aide. he asked what her name was. she wouldn't tell him but instead cried aloud. she shouted that they took her father. He pondered for a minute. Who took her father?  It couldn't have been the swarm. They were just birds--ordinary crows. He looked over to the naked tree. The crow was still there, staring at him and the girl, curious. The girl had explained to him that the swarm was hungry and that her father gave himself up to spare her. He told her to stay hidden and wait for help. Help that, as coincidence promised, had just arrived.

As we all know, it was the raven that cried nevermore but the crow? What did it say? It’s eyes were glossy and they reminded Clef of the bottom of a tinted wine bottle. The feathers were a poor disguise for its brittle body. Lastly, the feet, which one would easily describe as hideously crooked like the oddly sprouted branches of a bonsai tree. But in all this woe and awe, Clef, a curious and lanky fellow, saw but a small sliver of hope in finding the little girl’s father with the hunch that the crow on the ash-colored tree branch could be of use. After the swarm left but before the crow could wander, Clef grabbed the frail bird and took the girl’s hand to seek shelter.

They eventually found a place to rest under a bridge’s underpass. A few clouds turned thick and murky and as drops of cold and clear liquid fell from the sky, they were safe and the swarm was gone. Cracks within the concrete underside of the bridge passively let moisture accumulate and trickle down. They have a source of water.

What they say is true: Food, shelter and water are the only true needs of a human being--all the rest are just luxuries--yet they have no food and the cold turkey from fortune was getting stale. Crow now appeared to be on both of their mind’s. The storm won’t last forever and it seemed that the swarm had to feed again soon to sustain their flock.

(How to tell if you are dead. ...

Trigger a memory, from Clefs childhood

Building a tree house or fort with his late father

Add phrase, will the branch hold up the fort

Of course son, you know you are in a strong shelter because the branch is thick and the walls are sturdy...

Triggered by the girl asking if the bridge would protect them from the swarm)

Clef dozed off in resorption of energy. His mind began to wander...

Clef, 9 year old Clef, surrounded by his childhood backyard, and holding a ladder across from his father looked upwards at what would be a tree house of which he would call his secret fort. His father then climbed the latter to hammer in the last of nails. Clef asked, "Will the fort hold up in a storm," to which his father replied, "of course son, do you see that thick branch," he pointed "you know the fort will hold in the toughest of storms because it's a load beating branch, it is crucial to the foundation. (REVISE)

Vocabulary exercise 1

Pick vocabulary
Pick topic
Write rough draft

Amazing — incredible, unbelievable, improbable, fabulous, wonderful, fantastic, astonishing, astounding, extraordinary

Anger — enrage, infuriate, arouse, nettle, exasperate, inflame, madden
Angry — mad, furious, enraged, excited, wrathful, indignant, exasperated, aroused, inflamed

Bright — shining, shiny, gleaming, brilliant, sparkling, shimmering, radiant, vivid, colourful, lustrous, luminous, incandescent, intelligent, knowing, quick-witted, smart, intellectual

Keep — hold, retain, withhold, preserve, maintain, sustain, support

Take — hold, catch, seize, grasp, win, capture, acquire, pick, choose, select, prefer, remove, steal, lift, rob, engage, bewitch, purchase, buy, retract, recall, assume, occupy, consume

topic: hiking up a mountain

rough draft:

A random act of kindness

A woman and her child of preschool age is being evicted. They have all their bags packed and are ready to leave to some motel when a stranger wearing a grey suit approaches. The mother, weary and cautious, keeps her daughter close. The man gets within conversation distance and, curious asks about her situation. She reciprocates and the man, still curious, asks how much she actually owes to the landlord. Before she could answer, he hands her a check and continues on his way.

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Guide to writing a book

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Useful website list 1

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Elmo ordering from Starbucks

Elmo ordering from Starbucks

“Hello, may I take your order?” asked the cashier

The short, red monster peers over the counter with his eyes like ping pong balls and his bright orange nose. “Elmo wants caffeine”

“we are happy to help you,” the clerk goes on “Here at Starbucks we have quite the selection of coffees. What would you like?”

“Elmo would like a coffee”

“yes but what kind? We have hot or iced coffee?

“ice makes elmo cold”

“so, a hot coffee?”

“would you like anything on it? Cookie crumbs, whipped cream?

“elmo wants whipped cream”

Anything sprinkled on top?”

“elmo needs jimmies!!!”