SHOW

He dug deeper and deeper. Each second was precious, for each second meant another excruciating breath lost. He looses strength faster and faster he can feel the tenseness in his muscles. The anxiety and fear of loosing her drenched his body in the form of sweat. The rain graces him for a split second. He then realizes she could be drowning. He throws away the shovel and uses his hands. The grounds softer now, but the rain has become one known enemy. He remembered learning about pathetic fallacy in class that day. He looks at the heavens and thinks with absolute horror "if God is the writer of everything does this mean my girlfriend is going to die just to go along with the weather?" It was an obscure thought but it enabled him to forget about the fear for one second. Another second that she was lying there with the worms and other creatures that lurk beneath the soil. Then the rain stops abruptly. He hears a man and a camera crew and his girlfriend say "we got you!" A man in a polka a dot leather suit with a bow tie and an obvious shot of botox says, "you are the first victim on our new show ummm THE PRANK SHOW." The young man infuriated with everyone lets 3 words slip his shivering lips "your all bitches" Then walks away . he then realizes that he dug up something , and did not realize it with all the commotion going on. He continues to dig it up nothing but shot and disbelief envelops him. He turns around and the people, the crew, the host, and the girl who was not actualyl his girlfriend . The girl walks up to him "the show wasnt suppose to end this way. Oh well theres other people out there." The young man drops to the soggy soil he was digging up just moments ago. As he layed there her looked at his girlfriends dead body. It started to rain he felt the the blood then ooze out of his throat.

Inconclusive Memories of Murder

After the discovery of last night’s gruesome murder, both detectives make a run for who they think the murderer is. It starts to rain again. They find their suspect walking by the train tracks. Detectives Seo grabs the suspect continuing his assault with a flurry of kicks and punches. As the suspect lay against a tree, trying to recover from the vicious beating, and wiping the blood off his face, he looks straight at detective Seo. Detective Park tries to calm Seo down, but he is enraged. Beside his anger he only feels the drop of rain and the blood on his knuckles. Detective Seo takes out his gun and points it at the suspect. “You killed them didn’t you!?” said detective Seo. He repeats himself. He tells the suspects to confess. He looks at his partner for an answer as to why he is not getting what he wants from the suspect. Detective Park with a look of shock and confusion says absolutely nothing. Detective Seo, with growing frustration, takes his gun and points it at the bloodstained suspect.

He says “you killed them TELL ME you killed them ALL!!” to the suspect “I did I killed them ALL! That what you want to hear right?” sarcastically

Detective Seo hits him over the head with his only weapon the gun. Then both detectives hear footsteps.

“Detectives the results came from the U.S.” said Yang, a police officer, trying to catch his breath at the same time. Detective Park reads the document and says one word that paralyzes both himself and his partner “inconclusive”.

Descriptive

Five years old Bradley wakes up his father and mother, asking his father to teach him to play hockey. His father tells him ok, being very proud that he can share his passion for the sport with his young son. Bradley’s father tells him ”I’ll teach you when I get back from back from work, for now help your mother take care of the house.” Bradley quickly pulled his mother and helped cook breakfast. His parents noticed how excited their son was. His father drove off to work, and young Bradley waited all day for his father to come home. Later on that day they get a phone call his mother drops the phone. Bradley’s mother walks toward him finding him trying on his father’s hockey equipment. She breaks down and cries, takes her son to the hospital there they see her husband, his father fighting for his life. The young boy watches not knowing what is going on confused as to why this all is happening.

Snapshots

Sitting down on the couch with oodles of excitement for the upcoming Raptors game, I suddenly feel a hullabaloo in my back as if it was getting stabbed with a pen repeatedly. While I toss and turn trying to get comfortable my sister notices my odd idiosyncrasies. With a look of absurdity she asks “does your back still hurt or are you doing some kind of booty sculpting routine?” With a nuanced look on my face I look away and continue to watch the gritty play of the Raptors. Every time the other team scored I had an elegiac expression as if I was my seven year old self again reliving the death of my pet dog. Then like a splice the play of the Raptors started to flow. All of a sudden a tyro centre from Italy started to shot oodles of three pointers, and like an arsonist he was lighting it up scorching the net. Then I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Slang: A (re)ev(de)volution on language

A new rookie came to play for the team, he always dreamt of playing in the big leagues. He quietly sat on the bench; suddenly his coaches asked him a question.

“What did ya do to prepare for this season?”

“I worked at my father’s ranch.” said the young rookie.

“Really what did ya do” said the manager

“I was a floater sir.”

“A what?”

“A floater I would file down horses teeth” said the rookie proudly.

Since then everyone thought of him as a nuff nuff all the players, trainers, and coaches would laugh and point whenever he was in sight. They wouldn’t even let him play. The rookie sat on the bench for two weeks without getting to play. One day knowing that he wouldn’t be able to play again he fell asleep on the bench. He then started to dream were he put the grindings from the horses’ teeth that he filed down in his food. He then became a lot stronger. The coaches even noticed him and let him play since the teams best player at the time was in such a horrible scuffle that he had trouble holding on to the ball without dropping it. The rookie went up to bat and hit a massive homerun, he ran around the bases like a Cadillac flexing and smiling for the cameras. The rookie then woke up and did what he saw in his dream. Few days later he grew very ill and died. Moral of the story is don’t put weird things in your food.

Unknown Significance

Pen to paper

Endless amount of words

Nothing useful

Nothing without a verb

I’ll do this I’ll do that

Nothing ever gets done

Everything just becomes

Words words words

Listen, Speak, Think

Nothing but words numbers

and words

Purpose imbedded in our soul

Survival of the Fittest

and not one for all and all for one

Brotherhoods, Friendships built on hierarchy

Bricked by the fact that nothings more important

Than what can be taken

But always forgotten is what has been

Marital Bliss

H: Honey get in the car we’re gonna be late.
W: I’m almost done. Just hold on five more minutes.
H: You said that five minutes ago. Actually six minutes ago. (looking at his watch)
W: You know you’re wasting my time. I could have been all done but nnnnnnnnnoooooo you wanted to whine some more because you don’t want to be late for your mommy’s birthday. I mean, she wouldn’t even know you’re there.
H: Don’t you be talkin’ bout ma mama like that now!
W: I’m sorry. I forgot. I don’t even know the whole truth now do I?
H: You can’t handle the truth you maggot pie.
W: Oh well that’s real mature of you. What are you like eight years old?
H: No, I happen to be reading Shakespeare right now you dismal- dreaming, dissembling, donnish, drowning, drama queen!!!(With an appearance of sureness)
W: Did you know, when I first saw you I thought you were handsome. Then of course, you spoke. So if I were you I’d stop speaking right about NOW.
H: I’ll stop speaking when you pay the bills.
W: When I pay the bills? When I pay the bills? (furious) I work my ass off cleaning the house, cooking dinner, taking care of the kids and this is the thanks I get.
H: I suppose you didn’t know but, THAT’S YOUR JOB. (wife shocked) What do you want for it a cookie? Show me the money! Until then I can say whatever I feel like whenever I please.
W: EXCCCUUSSEE ME? (standing slanted, pointing her finger, irritated) Who are you talking to? Your job is to serve me slave. Give me the money so that I can do ma thing! You give me nothing’ else, sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold on to.
H: Listen WOMAN! I am the man of this house o.k. I wear the pants in this household and if you don’t like it then beat it. (Standing up to her) You know, my mother told me not to marry you. There’s a llotta things about me you don’t know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn’t understand. Things you couldn’t understand. And you know what, I know about your little rendez - vous’s over to Ron’s house. Sherry told me everything.