Jimmy was in an annoyed hateful mood, and was playing a violent video game to help with his stress. He had a long day and was just generally mad at humanity. His mother would try to talk to him, and jimmy would ignore her. Jimmy went on like this for the whole day, until his phone went off. Jimmy looked at the caller ID and was surprised to see the name oh his formal youth group leader. They used to meet every Wednesday with several of Jimmies friends, they played games and discussed God. Jimmy answered the phone

            “hey Lisa, how are you?” Jimmy asked

            “good, what about you”

            “fine” Jimmy said, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to have to explain himself .

            “What are you doing tonight?”

            “Nothing”

            “Good can I pick you up in an hour?”

            Confused Jimmy agreed, but felt a little uneasy. He had not spoken to his youth group leader for at least a few months and was surprised to hear from her. Jimmy trusted her though and got ready to go. When she arrived she beeped her horn and Jimmy was quick to leave his house. He realized that although he was confused he didn’t really care where he went. Just to get out of the house was nice. The car ride was a quite one, with few words exchanged, just the usual “hi, how are you, its good to see you”

             The car stopped Lisa got out of her car and handed a bag to Jimmy, who looked into the bag and saw 5 fruit cups. “come on Jimmy, were going to feed the homeless, but watch out for the cops, technically this is illegal”

            Jimmy was very confused now, but glad that they were back to a usual routine giving food to the homeless. This time however was different because they were giving food out to homeless men in a train station. Jimmy never did anything like this except in a homeless shelter. It was over in no time, and by the time Jimmy got home he had completely forgotten about his mood of hatred, and felt good about feeding the needy, he even got a few “god bless you”s and “thank you”s whiche made Jimmy realize that just because the world is so messed up, does not mean that humanity is lost. What he did that day meant a lot to him, and sure it was a small thing, but he was happy to have done it.

Although Stephanie Marie was an uncommon woman (she liked football, plopping down on her couch for hours every Sunday and Monday night- NFL or college; it didn't matter- and charcoal-grilled steak each night for herself on a well-rusted grill that had been given as a early birthday present by her father two months before he died), the more he got to know her, the more predictable she became in the way she lived her life, as if it had not changed in almost five years to the day -the night she had gambled with her life by stepping into the unmarked car of a stranger, not knowing where he would take her or what he would do with her; she returned a changed woman and when she woke up every morning at 7:13 (a time that was somehow ingrained into her brain), needing 13 minutes to fully wake up from the moment she opened her eyes to the time she stepped into the shower, which was always set to the most blisteringly scalding temperature the rusty dial allowed and lasted until every drop of warmth had washed down the drain, she would eventually find herself standing in her underwear in front of her closet, picking the same shirt she had worn the day before (she had bought her entire wardrobe at Macy’s in a single trip, two days after that fateful night) in a different color, a pair of grey or black slacks that would not draw attention to her uncomfortably wide hips and heels that were “practical, yet sophisticated” as she liked to say, she knew that she could never return to the fickle, carefree child she had once been. 

 

Once upon a time, and quite a time it was-- a not too terrible time, a time in which there existed not violence nor war nor murder nor lies nor death nor hate nor the word “moist”, but rather a more desirable time, one with a more peaceful disposition, one in which there existed no solids nor liquids nor gasses, which is, perhaps, to say that there existed nothing as we, humanity, perceive existence-- there was a being; moreover, this being was not a very manly being, which is, of course, to say that this being was not a man, and this being was not quite a womanly being, which is, of course, to say that this being was not a woman, but this being existed as a genderless being, a godly being, one living beyond any fathomable boundaries that exist for humanity, a being that, if asked by me, Harrison, what it thought about Earth in the year 2011, would say, “well, Harrison, you question asking human you, so bound by your physical form, your perception of existence, I would answer your question, but I’m afraid, good sir, honest sir, that I just don’t give a damn,” a being comprised solely of peace and positive energy, a being that was not light nor dark nor tall nor short nor good nor bad, a being that lived not in one time nor one place, but a being that quite simply lived, a being that quite simply existed, a being, if you will, that quite simply was.

Writing something like two hundred and fifty words is something that is just completely, utterly insanely, unachievable to ever take place in the whole entire world or maybe even in the whole universe, but that is only possible if it is true that there is other life out there is the mysterious dark space that we just seemingly float through every single day of our lives while rotating around a giant star (that people believe most of the time will blow up and some how destroy us all) with out a single darn care about it at all, then again it is completely possible that there is other life out the because the universe is just that the freaking UNIVERSE after all going on and on and on for infinity immeasurable distance beyond the possible realm of our imagination with in our minds and brains can even handle or even comprehend or that even the most amazing advanced computer could even break down into a sequence of numbers that would some how be understandable in some for of a way, but then again all of this about the universe and how vast it is very much beyond my topic of how unachievable it is to even achieve speaking in one single perfectly, flowing, grammatically correct sentence that works well making sense and clearly explains a story in a perfect understandable way to the reader of it as they go about reading your ideas, but then again it could be something achievable in some way to happen since after all I just wrote two hundred and sixty eight words so maybe it is possible to go about writing a even longer sentence and maybe now I will have to try to write one, one day...

 

           

*It's a pretty crappy, but read it :P

In a world far, I mean faaaaaaar away (this place is so far that it is probably not on earth, in fact it is light years away, yet it looks exactly like our world, but cooler, and it was called “The awesome Planet” because everyone wore awesome clothes and nobody is an ass, so it is awesome) there lives a world where everyone is at peace, and everyone loves everyone because nothing can hold them back, but other than that they also have people who have the ability to kick ass, and the best thing about it was that they had a kick ass villain fighting group( unlike those people in spandex that we see in comics on our world, they were real and they could do whatever they wanted; anyone who dares not live in this peaceful world will face getting their ass kicked by this awesome group, but what is the name of this awesome group; it’s “the awesome kick ass fighters”)this group would go on adventures and save the day when the super kick ass phone beeps, and then the heroes jump into action (cause they can spring into action- that’s uncool), to go defeat enemies, but when it comes to the enemies they fight it’s no laughing matter, and they had good reasons to be serious when it comes to their enemies, from werewolves, to evil scientist, and bad ass demons, but do not fear cause the Kick ass villain fighters (or the KAVF) will be ready to save the day, and maybe even come to our world to make it kick ass too.

Waking up in a morning looking at my clock noticing that I was an hour late left me frightened. I jumper in the shower and prepared myself for school. Being on my 7^th strike, I was never so motivated in my life to get to school on time to avoid Saturday detention. After I was dressed I headed out the door and realized my poor puppy didn’t eat breakfast. I ran back in the house dumped some food in his bowl and poured water without looking. Now because of my morning rush my puppy has to eat soggy food. I power-walked to the bus stop and got a message from my sis asking me was I ready for school. I looked at the time the message was sent and remembered I set my clock forward 45 mins to watch a show I was anxious for the night before…

My internet was down last night, but here it is:

Work is annoying
it's tiring and crude
The people around me
are also rude
Plus I don't like their attitude
They argue and yell
And the customers are exactly the same
But in the end
The check makes work
A little less lame :P

"Closing Time!" Susan shouted.She and I had been the only workers here at the local donut shop today. I've been waiting to leave every since I arrived 9 o' clock this morning and being asked to stay until 11 didn't help much , but hey I could use the extra money. While counting the register profit for the day I couldn't help but notice the man sitting at the corner table. It was normal for the donut shop to have late customers stay until closing, but this customer was different. He's been here since 8 o' clock and has been reading the same Metro News Paper since he arrived. When I went to serve his table earlier we chatted for a few minutes and then he said that he just moved to the area yesterday, so I figured he was waiting for a ride or someone to meet him. So I left the conversation there. He seemed to like our donuts because his constant yelling of my name "Rosa!" was him ordering a different donut every call. "Hey, can you tell the gentleman over there that we have to start closing." Any other time I would be hesitant to kick anyone out of our shop because of business, but after almost a 12 hour shift I was more than glad to escort him out. 

"Excuse me sir we're about to start closing my manager said you have to leave" I said as polite as possible. "Do you think I could stay here about 5 more minutes? My ride is almost here" I guess 5 more minutes couldn't hurt I thought. I couldn't help but say yes. My manager wasn't happy about the decision but she understood. About a minute later another gentleman entered the donut shop. He wore a navy blue peacoat with a suit case in one hand , and a umbrella in the other. He didn't look like he was from here. "Excuse me ma'am do you know where the nearest pharmacy is located?" he asked. Before I could get a word out the man who sat in the corner yelled,"There's a Rite Aid on 5th and Olney, another off Front st, and a CVS about 5 minutes North." "Thankyou" the man said as he left the donut shop. I stared at the man in the corner for a few seconds, if he wasn't from around here how does he know where these places are. I didn't dwell on the issue it was just a thought I had carried. 

About 3 minutes later the man finally left the donut shop leaving his Metro Paper behind, I assume his ride was here. I went to pick up his news paper to throw in the trash, I looked at the date. "January 3, 2011" it said. Now this was weird, he's reading a month old Metro as if it was the newest issue, did he realize that it was old? This thought was stuck in my mind for the rest of the night. " I almost thought we had to force the man out of the place" Susan happily said. We both walked out the donut shop and I waited with Susan while she put the gates down. "Can you help me with this one?" Sue said struggling. I went to help Susan pull the gate down and out of nowhere I felt a chill through travel through my spine. I felt the heavy breathing of someone easy down the back of my neck as I tried to close the gate. Before I could turn around I heard a familiar voice whisper, "Excuse me Rosa..." As I spun around I was looking down the barrow of a gun and behind that gun was no other than the man that sat in the corner.Susan panicked an he forced us back into the donut shop, I suppose to avoid attention from the few people on the street he did this, I see this all the time on "48 Hours of Mystery".He ordered us to the back of the donut shop where he tracked us with the pistol at all times. As the 3 of us were in the back I immediately thought that I wouldn't be leaving this place for a long time.