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Journey’s End

The dark monsters grip was suffocating her spirit, and causing a lack of blood flow to the brain. Thus she was continually falling asleep where she stood every time she paused the battle long enough to be still. And even when she was lucid, the deceptive weight of her visiting oppressor, managed to compress what was left of her joy into the tiniest of spaces. So, for survivals sake, she paused, and wrapped herself within and proceeded to wait, quietly, patiently, for this unwelcome presence to journey back into the hole it had crawled out of in search of who knows what. Praying when she remembered to, that this would not go on forever, for she was so very much afraid that she would forget what outside looked like as she waited, and thus by default, would opt to pass on into the warm and comfortable, slumber of dreams.

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Doubting Thomas

Well, Thomas chose poorly for sure and for certain. He chose by his inability to choose, or act beyond his imagination. Thus he remains on the speeding ship, held fast by doubting gobs of mire, which will hold him steady to the gangplank, whilst all the while sucking him deeper and deeper into a sea of tension and unbecoming behavior, altering him permanently into a bitter rancorous old man, sucking all the life out of him, particle by particle through his cracked and neglected toenails, in an agonizing slow soul sucking whirlpool of stress. Oh where is the pleasure in that I ask.

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2. Aw Shucks a Voyage

imageScooter sighed with relief as his eyes adjusted to the shadowed spaces and muted light the sun was creating through the louvered blinds of the bedroom window. This is good he murmured, perhaps he would be able to be in and out before someone came to gather their things, and if not, the low uneven light might help his need for sudden invisibility. Thus Scooter grasped a hold of this courage giving ambiance and moved towards the garment piled bed, step by cautious step, until his hand hovered just over his father’s coat, when yikes! his telephone rang.

What the heck, how could he have missed such a little thing as turning off his telephone ringer. Geez, he wasn’t made for this, which he supposed was a good thing considering, but didn’t actually help him much in this moment, as panic flushed throughout his system and froze Scooter in place, awaiting punishable discovery.

Regretfully, or perhaps thankfully, that was all it took for Scooter to forgo his primary mission, his questionable siblings were on their own, and once the tension of playing the retrobate begun to dissipate, Scooter looked around the room in search of someplace into which he could blend and squeeze, to give him privacy to savor his inbound message. For he rarely received them and his curiosity overcame whatever small modicum of good sense he might have once possessed.

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Oh! What is this? An award for him from his blogging buddies, Aw Shucks. Scooter was besides himself with anticipation of the imaginary voyage he could take with this. So he settled into a shadow, forgot all about Uncle Waldo, and set sail for his sea of nonsense and silly talk. Someplace that would always value respect over money, where all a person’s needs where met, so they never had to do without. His sea was full of wisdom and advice just waiting to be taken, where those you treasured most never left you. Where everything was your favorite so desire never festered into greed. Ah Scooter was in his sweet spot, for Scooter was a dreamer, so this ponder was his kind of thing. He let his mind wonder. He considered castles on the beaches of many foreign lands, and oodles and oodles of adopted friends, family, and pets made limitlessly possible by his imaginary riches. A sea where…..

Then it happened. The lights came on. Scooter tried his best to collapse into himself and disappear. Now was the time for prayer was all he could think of, please sweet Jesus help. Oh why am I here, when all I really want is it to be anywhere else.

Sigh…..Yes Uncle Waldo it’s me, Scooter.

What? Why am I here? Ummm…..

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1. Empty Nonsense

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Maude’s annual fete was in full swing as Scooter slid into the empty back bedroom with the trepidation of the guilty. He hadn’t been the one who crashed their parents car. Still, the task of returning the keys to their father’s coat pocket had fallen to him by luck of the draw, and regardless of his initial  innocence, this act of deceit, if discovered, would have him bundled off to his Uncles Waldo’s house of nonsense as a lesson to be learned.

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There for the Taking

Arrrgh! That’s enough Suzanna. You must stop dreaming of how things should be, or should have happened, when we desperately need to face up to the hand we’ve been dealt. Yes, they should have wanted us more than the money. Yes, they should have just acknowledged their anger issues. Yes, they should have loved us more than themselves and not abandoned us. All of this is true.

However we do not live in a perfect world. So, we have a choice, we can sit here day after day rendered helpless with your moanings of what they should or should not have done, or we can seize hold of the day, look it square in the eye, see it for what it is, and thus be empowered to mold it into the future we desire.

So today, right now, the time has come to make the choice Suzanna, to either continue to stagnate in this paralyzing realm of should, or move on, and venture out into the boundless realm of is. Which is it going to be Suzanna? For I do so want to thrive, not just survive. Can you please decide that should cannot be welcome anymore.

Suzanna?

Suzanna?

Are you even listening to me?

Sigh…….Yes, they should have.

 

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Doomed

Kevin was struggling, nothing was going right, and he was not sure if he wanted to continue. However, no matter how hard he tried to give it up, the pull, the…the…the what? That’s it! Perhaps if he could decipher, dig to the heart of the matter, and understand why it drew him so powerfully and frequently against his will, then he could stop, walk away, and be free. For this beast of an attraction was not like any of his other time sucking moderation challenged indulgences. It was a megalith compared to the others. In both its sway and duration. Kevin was doomed.

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