Sudden Downpour

It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. 

I jumped at the sound of a woman’s greeting and quickly turned around bumping into a case that contained a space suit. The woman snickered a little as I grabbed the case before it fell over knocking who knows what else over. “Sorry. I didn’t…” She smiled, waved her hand and cut me off, “It’s fine, dear. No harm done.”  Continue reading

Weekly Writing Challenge: Mystery Ending

So many different topics come to mind. It doesn’t help that life in itself is probably the biggest mystery of all. Currently, the violin instrumentals that are playing are setting up the mood for this week’s post. It should be interesting to say the least.

It’s Two-sday. 😀 Get it? I’m sure you do. Recently, I witnessed the outcome of several bad decisions I made. I did things I did not think would have any repercussions. I was wrong. During a conversation with a friend, I told her

It’s too late. I can’t do anything to change the past. I can only change my choices in the present to make sure it doesn’t happen again in the future.

Ironic enough the blog from Wednesday on the Daily Post had to do with childhood “adult visions”. If you’d really like to know all about what my childhood self wanted, feel free to read my “I’m A Big Kid Now” blog post.  There’s so many possibilities for the future based on all my different childhood imaginations. I’m pretty much working and waiting to see what is to come.

FRUIT CUPS ! More specifically, the delicious coconut jellies in the fruit cups that leave me wanting more. With so many left over fruit cups after school, it would be a shame to see it all go to waste. So where does it end up? In my refrigerator…well the fruit cups do at least. In the words of my mom,

“Waste not. Want not.”

Theme song of the week: Chandelier by Sia. Why? Because…

Party girls don’t get hurt. Can’t feel anything, when will I learn? I push it down, push it down.”

I’ve lived that line for a long time but never realized it until this song. I get hurt and I party it off. It’s like grown people medicine. It’s disgusting, but the effects feel so good.

I’m the one ‘for a good time call.’ Phone’s blowin’ up, ringin’ my doorbell. I feel the love, feel the love”

It’s all fun and games until…actually there’s no until. That’s all it’s really about. Fun & Games. Truth be told, I love it. I love  happy atmospheres and getting everyone on good ones. I love keeping the energy up and dancing until my feet hurt. I’m always the one who gets the calls (no ringing doorbells because those don’t exist on my island) “Lets Go Out!” Don’t get me wrong, I love it but it’s always…

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink

Throw ’em back ’til I lose count

Every weekend. Never fails. Same process. Why do I do it?

“I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down, won’t open my eyes. Keep my glass full until morning light, ’cause I’m just holding on for tonight.”

Based on how I was raised, I was taught to always look to God for everything. I believe in that, but after all the pressures of the week, it always feels amazing to release and it feels like…

“I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier. I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist.”

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Honey and Vinegar. Take A Second.

One second is all that was needed. An extra second to think about the consequences of what was about to be said. There was no thought put into the words that went into the chat that was going on.

Forgetting there was a difference in perception and not everyone’s views are the same, there were things shared that should’ve been kept a secret. Then again, what good are secrets? When they come out, they hurt more than being told at that very moment. What if the person never finds out though? Is the risk really worth it?

Lets rewind to that “sweet like honey” night that led to the “sour like vinegar” mischief…

He said “I can make you stop for 15 seconds. If I’m successful, I get to throw away your drink”. The invitation was received in less than a second. There was no thought that went into the consequences of the challenge let alone the contents of it. The challenge that tasted like sweet honey, which turned into sour vinegar as it digested.

He had failed the challenge, but those 4-5 seconds of sweet honey tasting lips was the open door. It was sweet venom. Like poison, it infected every nerve and numbed all thought processes. The thrill was real. The reality of it all after the deed was done was like watching a horror film. The girl is dead, but the viewer is still thinking “Stupid girl, why didn’t you just get out while you had the chance?”

One second makes all the difference in the world. An extra second to think of the consequences of an action or words could be all you need to change the outcome of a situation. If only we could take seconds back, there would be less regrets but not enough learning experiences. Not enough “honey before the vinegar” to learn the lesson that its better to deal with the vinegar so the honey can help it go down smoother. Like Mary Poppins said,

“Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.”

 

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