Thursday, 20 September 2012
The Apple Of My Eye
George looked up from shoeing the horse to see the outline of Curley's wife in the doorway of the barn. They were alone, Georges spine went rough as a cob. "Hi-ya George, what you doin’?" She was a jack of all trades but a master of none, unable to hit the broad side of a barn. I tried to keep quiet for silence is golden but she had my knickers in a twist, "What you want ya floozy?" "I just wanted to talk.. All you men are meaner then a hen in a cock fight." She was trying to pull the wool over my eyes I knew what she was up to tryin’ to be slicker than a fox. "Sigh you ain't no use out here shoeing horses, why you really out here?" "I told ya I just wanna talk, I be getting’ lonely in there you can hear the crickets its so quiet in that ol' house." She was fishin’ for complements and sure wasn't goin’ to get one, until hell froze over she wasn't gettin’ nothin’ from me. "Lady you're drivin’ me up the wall I can't give you what you're lookin’ for you're barkin’ up the wrong tree ya hear?" With a bee in her bonnet she stormed off madder then a wet hen. I didn't want to drive the little filly wild but I had to get her out of sight and out of mind.
Friday, 7 September 2012
That Nonsense That We All Call High School
High school, the fight between the teachers, best friends, and other repulsive beings we call students.
Its second period in the day, and you're in math. Of all the lowly classes you could be in you got siphoned into Mr. Becker’s. Sitting on the left side, middle pair of desks is the best place you can find in the class. You try your best to get away from the giggling "popular" girls, always guffawing about some unimportant drivel. Or the "Want-To-Be-Super-Models" always fixing their hair and putting on more clown make-up, making it appear even more so as if they rolled in a bag of Doritos. The gothic kid in the corner, with more make up on then the clowns themselves, that everyone and anyone seems to be afraid of. The jocks flexing their muscles at some giggling girl across the way, winking so many times that their eyes look like they are having a mini seizure. The cluster of different ethnic students, sticking together like double sided tape, no matter how often they bicker with each other. Or that one kid in the back corner, with the over sized headphones trying to look like he's the "next up and coming rapper" but all you hear coming out of his headphones; all the way down the hall, Is Justin Beiber playing over and over. No matter how many times you ask if it is he'll be right there denying it till the end. Then there’s you; the plain Jane, simple T-shirt and some worn out jeans trying to do your work. The teacher keeps talking though he knows almost everyone has completely and utterly stopped listening. You’re sitting there trying so hard to hear him over the absolute chaos going on around you, your brain trying to comprehend the complex algorithms; but the kid in the back is snoring away, the girls giggling louder and louder! The jock’s obnoxiously leaning over your desk, just to try and get a better “view”. You sit there trying your best not to punch him in the head and tell him to get his slimy, over worked body away from you; trying not to scream at the girls to shut their sniveling mouths and just shut up for once in their "pretty little rich girl" lives. But you sit there and take it, waiting for the bell to go. Jumping up from your desk the second the bells go running into the first "great green giant" that just so happens to pass the door at the wrong moment. The same repulsive routine, like an mp3 stuck on repeat, every day. Six more months then you’re out of the everyday pulsing headache that sits right behind your eyes that everyone calls "High school".
Its second period in the day, and you're in math. Of all the lowly classes you could be in you got siphoned into Mr. Becker’s. Sitting on the left side, middle pair of desks is the best place you can find in the class. You try your best to get away from the giggling "popular" girls, always guffawing about some unimportant drivel. Or the "Want-To-Be-Super-Models" always fixing their hair and putting on more clown make-up, making it appear even more so as if they rolled in a bag of Doritos. The gothic kid in the corner, with more make up on then the clowns themselves, that everyone and anyone seems to be afraid of. The jocks flexing their muscles at some giggling girl across the way, winking so many times that their eyes look like they are having a mini seizure. The cluster of different ethnic students, sticking together like double sided tape, no matter how often they bicker with each other. Or that one kid in the back corner, with the over sized headphones trying to look like he's the "next up and coming rapper" but all you hear coming out of his headphones; all the way down the hall, Is Justin Beiber playing over and over. No matter how many times you ask if it is he'll be right there denying it till the end. Then there’s you; the plain Jane, simple T-shirt and some worn out jeans trying to do your work. The teacher keeps talking though he knows almost everyone has completely and utterly stopped listening. You’re sitting there trying so hard to hear him over the absolute chaos going on around you, your brain trying to comprehend the complex algorithms; but the kid in the back is snoring away, the girls giggling louder and louder! The jock’s obnoxiously leaning over your desk, just to try and get a better “view”. You sit there trying your best not to punch him in the head and tell him to get his slimy, over worked body away from you; trying not to scream at the girls to shut their sniveling mouths and just shut up for once in their "pretty little rich girl" lives. But you sit there and take it, waiting for the bell to go. Jumping up from your desk the second the bells go running into the first "great green giant" that just so happens to pass the door at the wrong moment. The same repulsive routine, like an mp3 stuck on repeat, every day. Six more months then you’re out of the everyday pulsing headache that sits right behind your eyes that everyone calls "High school".
Thursday, 6 September 2012
The Strange Place We Call Stephanie's Mind
Stephanie Cole is a wild girl running around finding new adventures. You can see her a mile away with her always colourful hair. Her teeth sharp like fangs; explaining the snake bites. You will often hear her quoting some lines from her favorite band All Time Low, being strange or quoting something from a horrible movie, of which nobody ever know's what in the world she is talking about.
This crazy girl is always nice to everybody and almost never in a bad mood. She is always willing to work with everyone, while participating is always a delight. She loves people and the simple beauty of that around her. Creativity is not an option, many waterfountains of creativity pouring out of her, are put into everything she does. Saftey on the other hand is an option, the more fun everyone including herself is having, the more danger there is. The mass adventures of dragon slaying and damsel saving; though for her the damsel is usually herself, is an everyday thing for this wild child and the best fun to be had.
With her maiden Katie the Ferocious and her dragon tamer Derrek the Lanky but Bold, this trio will find the greatest adventure and the biggest of dragons to tame while Stephanie herself has her tail end on fire.
This crazy girl is always nice to everybody and almost never in a bad mood. She is always willing to work with everyone, while participating is always a delight. She loves people and the simple beauty of that around her. Creativity is not an option, many waterfountains of creativity pouring out of her, are put into everything she does. Saftey on the other hand is an option, the more fun everyone including herself is having, the more danger there is. The mass adventures of dragon slaying and damsel saving; though for her the damsel is usually herself, is an everyday thing for this wild child and the best fun to be had.
With her maiden Katie the Ferocious and her dragon tamer Derrek the Lanky but Bold, this trio will find the greatest adventure and the biggest of dragons to tame while Stephanie herself has her tail end on fire.
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