Dear Dipshit Depression,

We have been together for a long time. I can’t tell you how long because I’m not sure when you first arrived. I remember when you came to stay, but you had been hanging around the perimeter of my life since my first memories. I managed to ignore you until the day you moved in when I was eleven. The reason you were able to move in at that time is simply that I chose to leave my home. I only meant it to be temporary and tried coming back home a few times, but you completely filled up my house with your stuff I was never comfortable again. I lived with you at my house until your things became my stuff. I was forced to remove everything I collected and only have vague memories of a few of my most prized possession. Those I hid in a tiny hidden closet, so you were never able to destroy them. I would go to my wardrobe from time to time looking for “the me” you thought you shattered. I left my closet with just enough strength to survive your abuse, but I was never able to stand up to you.

You wanted my life so desperately, and there were a couple of times I almost handed me to you. Among my prized possessions was a formidable little slight of a person named Survivor. She never entirely defeated you, but she was strong enough to drag me away at the last minute. I would leave home again so I could be safe from your violence. Each time I fled Survivor found safe places for me to hide and regain my strength. The years of working with Survivor have been many and challenging. My tiny closet became filled with more prized possessions until one day, I could not fit in another item.

I noticed you became complacent to the point you ignored me. The only time you became aware of my presence were the times I tried to reason with you to clean out your clutter in my house. You became so enraged I had to leave or hide. I eventually realized my pleas for you to change fell on deaf ears, and it was up to me to begin to clean house. I had to find another room to continue to store my new possessions. From my tiny hidden closet, I found a space on the other side of the closet door. It wasn’t a large room but once I discarded the clutter, there was room enough for me to grow my life. With Survivor’s help, I learned to disguise the room. You never noticed my gradual infiltration.

Memories of your abuse overwhelmed. I fled my home to escape the pain until my friend talked me back home. I was a yoyo for years, but I claimed additional rooms for myself. Survivor and I found other friends. Slippery came. The three of us together learned to slip away anytime you got close. Soon, Runner came. Runner convinced me to take back more of my home. She taught me to outrun you when you caught me in a room with your stuff. Your space became smaller, and you became enraged more often. You bullied me more and I was compelled to leave home more... I was afraid for Survivor, Slippery and Runner and instructed them to stay hidden. I abandoned home to avoid the hurt.

Survivor, Slippery, and Runner found me in my exile to introduce me to a new friend. I did not desire another person to protect. My protestations fell on deaf ears. The day I met fighter was a pivotal point in my relationship with you. Fighter took control of my dire situation and instilled new energy into my life. I accomplished more than I had ever dared hope. As I recovered more rooms, you reacted with more anger and violence. My friends stayed right by my side even when I ran away, encouraged me to get back into my home and stand up to you. Fear reared his ugly head more often. I resisted my friends; I demanded they leave. I lashed out and yelled about how difficult and conflicted my life became after they arrived. In the past, I knew the safe places. I kept chaos away and you quiet. Now, I daily experienced something different and uncomfortable. I told them I was tired of fighting this war.

Alone, defeated, dejected, and abandoned. There was darkness all around, but it was quiet. I faded into nothingness until I felt the gentle touch of strong arms as I l was lifted from the cold dark pit called my life. So great was the warmth and comfort I did not think to resist. We were joined by my old familiar friends, Survivor, Slippery, Runner and Fighter. No one spoke but the warmth and strength of their presence were palpable. I became engulfed in it.

My surroundings became brighter, and I had clarity for the first time in a long time. My rescuer stopped as did my four friends. I looked into His eyes and the kindness and love electrified energy into my soul. To my dismay, He moved to put me on my own feet. I began to struggle but one more look into His empathetic eyes calmed me and I relaxed and let Him place me on my own feet.

I was surprised at how good it felt to stand on my own. The lead, the exhaustion, all the fight was gone, and I became exhilarated. Fear became a figment of a long-ago memory. I learned my new friend’s name, Overcomer. Overcomer began our conversation by re-introducing me to my four steadfast friends. He reminded me how faithful they had been, and no matter how far I ran, they continued to seek me out. I could not doubt their determination to keep me from being isolated and alone.

I wasn’t sure how to get you out of my house, but Overcomer showed me the way. I’ve always had the ability; I just didn’t realize I had the power. With Overcomer by my side and Survivor, Slider, Runner, and Fighter behind me, I demand you leave my home. You are not welcome anymore. Take everything you have and get the hell out. You can take the keys if you want but they won’t work. Overcomer has changed the locks on my door and injected a force field on my windows. You will never be able to sneak back into this place. You are not strong, and loud can’t hurt me. Go, gone, desist, and cease from my life!

@wabisabi.

I wake up early

to admire

her virgin beauty

untouched by footprints

untrammeled by man

unscathed by debris

waiting for me.

Gentle waves lap at

her toes of red sand

little crumbled shells

compose her lush body.

The tide comes in to cleanse

her soul with bubbly froth

like little soap suds purging

and scrubbing her essence

but her fair skin remains.

The blush of her grains

harbors a cloaked habitat

of scurrying crabs heading

for home in their little holes.

Sea turtles lumber up

from the sea

to bury their eggs

in her sandy refuge

coddled by her arms

until ready to hatch.

Sea grasses warm her

and drape her extremes

with wild beach flowers

and cactus blossoms

while furtive rats

and venomous snakes

are kept away by

the jade turf of grass.

She shifts in merriment

at the cavorting dolphins

and watches sharks with

their fins skulking offshore.

Sandpipers skitter along

her seashore

nibbling at bait

brought in by the sea.

The pink sand shifts

and changes and

puts on new costumes

but enthralls me forever

with her enfolding peace.

I asked them: leave me

here amongst the primroses,

that I might study

their pink fire

and learn, in turn,

to set myself alight.

Why did she decide to follow through with the details she was given? The old guy who gave her directions to Nespor seemed to have had a lot to drink. He could barely walk in a steady and straight line. Maybe next time the best thing would be to carry a map. That would make things so much easier.

Vanessa was now passing by a stream that was not too far away from Nespor. She could sense and had felt a great evil presence growing & getting stronger in this region. She was not sure what or who it was yet. Whatever it could be, one thing was for sure. It was going to have to face the Monster Hunter.

She dropped her weapon bag, and used her hands to drink water from the stream. The water moved down her throat and it tasted like some kind of herbal/green salty tea. That was not what Vanessa expected the water to taste like. Any water, regardless of it’s taste, was much better than having no water at all.

Vanessa grabbed her weapons and started cleaning them all. She used the special oil to keep the blades smooth & shiny. On a stone by the stream she made sure that she sharpened her blades, & daggers. She finished her work by wiping off the dust from her weapons with one of her soft weapon dusting cloths.

When finished she placed all her weapons in their cases. The swords were back in their covers. And soon all the weapons were back where they belonged. She checked her pistols too. Making sure that they were in the right condition. If not she would have to see Purth for more weapons. Vanessa stretched and then took a quick nap.

Caeth wandered about the edge of the woods of Nespor. He didn’t expect to see anything out of the ordinary. Then as he got near the stream he saw someone lying by the tasty salty water. As he moved closer he realized who it was. Vanessa. It felt like forever since he last saw her. She looked so peaceful.

Vanessa may have been fast asleep, but her mind was still on high alert. She heard the sound of somebody approaching her. Who was trying to disturb her rest? Didn’t they have anything better to do? They were going to regret waking her up. Why can’t she ever have peace and quiet? She acted like she didn’t hear anything.

Caeth walked quietly towards Vanessa. He didn’t want to disturb her from her rest. She must have had a busy day. With all the Monsters she fights he wondered when she even had time to actually sleep. He remembered that from the first time she was in the Misty forest, it seemed like she was awake all day & night.

Vanessa waited for the right moment to strike. She slowly reached for one of her daggers in her side pocket. Caeth almost tripped while he approached Vanessa. She got up from her sleeping position with such a great force that nearly startled Caeth.

Vanessa: You’re a lucky guy. You were going to be my first victim here in Nespot- if I didn’t know you.

Caeth: (Gulps) Yeah. I don’t doubt that at all. Please, could you put that weapon away.

Vanessa: (Smiles) Are you afraid of this little thing?

Caeth: (Laughs) That little thing brings a lot of pain. How would you like it if I was the one aiming the dagger at you?

Vanessa: Good to see you too Caeth. What are you doing here?

Caetg: I could ask you the same thing. (Raises his left eyebrow and smiles).

Vanessa: Hey, I’m here on business. I wonder what brought you here.

Caeth: I am here on business too. Can I show you around Nespor?

Vanessa nodded her head. She grabbed her bag and placed the dagger back in her side pocket. Could she really trust Caeth?

Caeth showed Vanessa all the many stores, and beautiful gardens that Nespor had. She ended up even seeing a Roosters fight in a cage. This place was really crazy & full of great sights at the same time.

Vanessa could not believe it- she had spent an entire day with Caeth. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. She was here on a mission. Caeth was being such a giant distraction to her work. She was mad at him, & happy to actually be enjoying her time in Nespor. Sightseeing and enjoying all that Nespor had to offer for it’s people & guests.

Caeth: So, Vanessa what do you think of Nespor?

Vanessa stopped walking and smiled at Caeth. She told him that she liked it. Caeth froze in his place. Here he was in Nespor with Vanessa. He could not believe it. And he spent a whole day with her. Now as the day was coming to an end~ the sky had never looked so extraordinary. Caeth could not help himself. He walked slowly towards Vanessa and then he stopped in his tracks.

Vanessa wondered what was happening right now. She felt her stomach twist and turn. What in Nespor was going on here?

Caeth: (in a whisper) I- ...think you’re amazing. And you are an awesome Monster Hunter.

Vanessa: (Blushes) Thank you Caeth.

Caeth picked one of the flowers from the tree and handed it to Vanessa. She blushed again & smiled.

Then Caeth led Vanessa to a lovely guests cottage. There Vanessa was given her own room. Caeth knocked on her door and he started panicking . He didn’t know what to say.

Vanessa opened her door and was happy to see that it was Caeth.

Vanessa: Yes? What’s up Caeth?

Caeth: (Clears throat) I~ had a wonderful day..time...(nervously)- with you.

Vanessa: Thank you for showing me around Nespor Caeth.

She reached out to him and planted a kiss on his right cheek. Caeth beamed with joy.

Vanessa slowly closed the door after saying Good night to Caeth. He smiled and told her Good night.

Caeth went to his room and placed his face in the pillow. His heart was beating so fast.

And Vanessa smiled as she placed the flower that she was given right by her bedside. This was going to be a day to remember.

#MonsterHunter

#AlongCameThatWerewolf

I have always wanted super speed like the Flash. With that much speed you can phase through objects, run up walls, time travel, and a lot more. It just seems to be a very versatile and very powerful ability.

If I woke up tomorrow with super speedI would race all over the world to meet my favorite internet friends face to face. And then maybe design a costume to fight crime! Ka-pow! :)

They stood there and waited professionally for the order to place him in military custody. The man stood to his feet and glared at the front of his office. The military officers did not salute; they stood with squared shoulders and a look on their faces of warning to not try anything shady. They waited for her voice to give the command.

All he could do was cross his arms in his routinely defiant posture with a black stone look in his eyes, I am innocent.

A voice behind the four military officers was the woman he despised more than himself. It was the legitimate President of the United States who won the election by the popular vote and was recently as of that morning proved to be the winner of the Electoral College.

It had been the most surreal and at times terrifying witness of a total 666 days of the invasion by a foreign enemy. In her first address to the country she shared with Americans that our country had been invaded by a real life Manchurian neo con that penetrated our country with the assistance of the most formidable enemy of the United States.

She was there to watch the communist narcissist be led away in hand cuffs. Her team would arrive within the next few moments. The impeachment trial would begin in forty eight hours from this moment. The reasons were listed individually by both chambers of government. The petitions of over three million signatures were attached to the document. The numeration was lengthy and precise and left no room for appeal.

Section 1

The Failure to Protect and Defend the Constitution of the United States of America against foreign, domestic enemies.

Inability to discharge the Powers and Duties of Office

Treason

Article. 3 Section 3

No Person shall be convicted of Treason unless on the Testimony of two Witnesses to the same overt Act, or on Confession in open Court. The two testimonies of the Witnesses were attactched to the document. The President finished reading the charges against Mr. Trump and signed off. It would not be a pleasant first moments as President.

Madam President let out a heavy sigh and sat in the chair. Her cabinet started to fill the room and the long days and weeks ahead weighed on each of their shoulders. The President looked into the faces of hopeful hearts and relief to finally begin working.

The schedules were created. The press release was written and re written. Madam President noticed a long list on the note book beside her of phone calls she needed to make each numbered by importance.

She looked up at her Chief of Staff and requested lunch. The Secretary of State would take her cues from the President and as the two women looked at each other they smiled a weary smile. The latest poll numbers would be updated every four hours and there was less than thirty minutes to go.

Her first order as President, she gave a brief news conference, gave the order to take into custody the imposter and summon her staff.

The expectation was to have a follow up news conference as soon as the results were known to the cabinet with the latest poll numbers and public reaction. Madam President picked strong and solid people to work on her staff. She had a collection of ideas from both sides of the political isles. It would be the next two years of undoing the damage that had been made and with the country united the future looked brighter and with a deep breath she moved onward with the monumental task.

#Impeachment #trump #MadamPresident #treason #challenge

The sky is blue and the clouds painting a portrait over it are heaven. Papa calls me cotton-top; it is a nickname for my hair, which is all devoid of color and light blonde as is possible. It will not stay that way forever. Two bees are buzzing around the rose bush – Papa’s rose bush – and I toddle towards it, preferring not to head the words of my elders. I love the rose bush. Bees don’t scare me and despite my nearing their territory, they don’t bite.

“You can pick one,” Papa says from behind me. He has followed to make sure I’m safe. His voice is soft and calming, but it cracks when he finishes a sentence and there is a long drawl at times. I find it funny.

I reach for the bush, stubby fingers grasping towards a big, beautiful rose. Two fingers wrap around the stem, but I don’t pull. Papa said I could pick this rose and I want to. But this is Papa’s rose bush. He loves his rose bush. I can’t do it.

Fingers leave the rose, brushing against a thorn. The pain is momentary, quickly forgotten as I turn to face him. “It’s papa’s rose,” I say, my speech not entirely fleshed out and my sentences perhaps not so grammatically correct just yet. “Don’t wanna pick it.”

He smiles down at me, holding his hand out. I place my hand in his palm and he covers my hand with just three fingers. “Well, little girl,” he speaks to me, “let’s go inside then and see what granny’s doing.”

I never did pick a rose from Papa’s rose bush. The bush no longer exists physically, just like Papa. They have both left me behind. I hold fast to memories in their stead.

A long road walked,

no stars,

blackness all around,

like hot pitch on a highway.

No sounds,

save the breathing

of the walker.

In the distance,

twin orbs approach,

giving hope the walking

will end.

The lights disappear.

Left alone in darkness,

left with unsaid thoughts,

feet continue to shuffle,

along a road not seen.

Trust me when I say, this can never reach the press. It is too dangerous; even now I take this risk in telling you.

I consider you to be a friend, someone I can confide in, so give me your word you will never tell a soul.

Then let me continue.

It started in 1977. Two people died in what was called an automobile accident, but the truth ... their brakes were partially severed and snapped when the car went down the far side of a mountain pass in Colorado.

In 1979, there was a house fire. Killed five people. It was originally ruled faulty wiring. It happened at night.

In 1981, seven people were shot to death at a private party. It is still an unsolved murder.

By 1998, fifty-six other people died in what would be called strange and unexplained deaths, although that same year, two others died from gunshot wounds to the face. Again, unsolved.

There was a break until 2016. Four people in different houses in the same city were found dead. One by gunshot, two by being beheaded, and one by strangulation. None of those deaths were related to each other.

I tell you all this so that you understand I cannot change what I am, or who I am. I have this animal living inside me that comes out, and then all I feel is rage, and the need to feed on the pain of others. I enjoy watching them die and bleeding out. I derive a huge amount of gratification, almost like an intense sexual release, but even better.

And even though I call you friend, I have you tied to that chair, so you cannot run away from me as I told you this story. Tonight, you are my sole captive audience. And I need this badly. By telling you, I am relieving my soul of what I have done.

When I walk away from you, my soul will be cleansed, as if nothing I have done in the past ever existed. I walk away with my hands clean, almost pure.

What? Will I still set you free? Of course I will. Right after I slash your throat and taste your blood.

There, now you are free, my friend. My secret is safe with you. I can begin over again. I am reborn.

Now, I feel much better; knowing this story will never be told.

Everyone at the airport is in a rush. Hurrying and hoping to get a place in the plane. The end of the outside world is near. Every radio, every tv is tuned in on the disaster. World War 3 has broke out and along with global climate change, extreme and deadly weather. The world seems to be ending, to be in calamity. However, there is a hidden peaceful santuary island everyone wants to go to. Despite government efforts to make many safe places, only the island was sought through. Only a small portion of the best kind of people can retreat to the paradise. The criteria are as follows; must have something to offer (i.e. artistic talent, scientific research, constuction, math, etc....), must be kind, hopeful, innovative, motivated, and above all peaceful. While these specifications seem quite broad, it is much more complicated than I know. What I do know is that I got in! Along with my direct family and dog. It breaks my heart knowing I am leaving behind everyone, everything. My home town, family, friends, school. But it is the opportunity to live and survive that I look to. Currently, my grandma, puppy, and I are rushing to the gate. We arrive just on time and climb into the back of a small outdated plane.

"This cannot be right!" my grandma said, irriated with the quality of the plane.

Before she could complain more a flight attendant cuts in,"I assure you ma'am, this is the right plane but due to the circumstances, we decided a small plane is more..." the attendant whispers "discreet."

Hesitantly, my grandma passes through. When we got to the plane, the pilot came bearing more bad news, "Hello ladies! I am sooo sorry but we have run out of seats... If you want, we can sit you back with the animals."

"This is ridiculous" said my grandma hysterically as she flailed her arms in the air.

"Ma'am I apologize and to make it up we will provide you with complimentary drinks!"

At this she setteled and reluctantly got on board.

The plane ride was worse than we could have previously imagined. Thunderstorms, hurricanes, and tidal waves all threatened our measly plane and our existence. Due to the extreme weather, the flight attendants were calming passengers and helping the pilots rather than bringing us free drinks. To make it even worse, we got assigned to watch the animals. Every single one. What was described as a seemingly easy task turned out to be frusterating and difficult. During the ride a monkey escaped and let every single animal free. My dog went berserk knocking over empty cages. The cold temperature of the plane had successfully frozen a green chameleon, a black cat, and a few small bats. While struggling to put the pigs, rats, and mice back in their rightful places, my dog escaped and began running to the front of the plane. I dropped what I was doing, knowing Chip was going to attack the pilot. Grabbing Chip in a split second I ran back to the animals. When I got back my grandma had finally gotten most of them back. Accidently stepping on the frozen chameleon it shattered. I didn't have time to cry about murdering the reptile so I kept going. We stored Chip and the other animals safely and by that time we noticed that our destination was in sight. A high tech protective shield protected the island from the storms and enormous tidal waves. Crashing against the shield, the tidal waves would disperse one after another. Despite the apparent solidity of the islands shield, our plane passed through with relative ease. Giving us a smooth and angst free landing.

#fiction

#feedback

This is a real dream I had a while back but only about half of the story. I plan on writing part 2 sometime soon. I really like writing about my dreams because I remember a grand portion of them quite vividly. Hope you all like it!