HUNGRY

He waited until it was clearly passed dark to walk through the neighborhood.  The houses were large, extravagant and sad.   The police had yet to chase him out, but he knew they would drive up on him any moment and cart him off to jail.
The police only protected the families with money, the families who could afford the fancy houses and the new shiny vehicles.  The money made them arrogant and stingy.  The money made them evil people. He had not met any of them, but he knew.  They had money, they were evil.

He knew this.  Not only because of the opulence they spewed, but because no one with that kind of income had any idea what it was like to starve.  They didn't know humanity like he did.
This night one of the evil woman came out to put a letter in the mail box.   He was curious how she would react at his disheveled appearance, his dirty face, and his stink.
Madaline Stine was not an easily frightened kind.  When he walked up to her she merrily smiled and said, "Hello."


He sneered, and tried to smile.  The woman stopped before she turned to walk away.  "I went to school with you."   She started to approach him, and he backed away as if her touch would be poisonous.
"You're David Dartmoth."   She looked offended to him.   She looked as if she had just smelled his odor and was ready to gag... At least to David she did.

Madaline stopped smiling, "I'm sorry David, is there anything I can do?"   She tried to seem polite and apologetic.  She tried to seem kind, but he knew she was evil.   Even in high school she was one of them.  And she always tried to seem nice in school too.
David turned, spit, and walked away.   She might call the police, and he started to run. 

The next night as David approached to garbage can to Madaline's house he found a recycling bin next to it looking empty.   He mumbled to himself, "they don't care about the planet, they just want to look responsible."   He kicked the tub and out of it tumbled three unopened bottles of water, a full pump bottle of soap, and three Tupperware dishes full of delicious looking food.
He wanted to scream.   These people just throw stuff away, and think it's ok because it's a recycling bin.  Why would they do that!  Why would they waste so much when there were so many hungry and desperate people!   They all deserved a horrible death.  They deserved to have all of their fortune torn from their hands!
David shoved the things into his torn ripped back pack and ran off to find a good place to wash up and eat. It was December and the air was cold with a filling imminence of snow.   

When David began to eat after washing his face and cleaning up his privates, which were in terrible need of it, he almost thought the roasted potatoes and creamy beef were recently cooked.
 He hit up a different neighborhood the next week, finding nothing nearly as spectacularly wasteful as what
Madaline had thrown away.
He went back, and went to her house first.   In the bin were fresh fruits,  a nail trimming kit, a huge pack of socks, and baby wipes.   He pulled out the lighter he had found two nights before.   It would be easy to start the garage on fire.  It would be easy to show them how their things did not make their life any better then his.  He could smash their windows, and poop on their front porch.....   The apple was so sweet and juicy.  It crunched in his teeth and melted between his teeth.
 " Maybe tomorrow night," he thought.  He left to find a shelter from the bitter wind.

Christmas lights had gone up on all the houses.   Madaline's twinkled and glowed plainly next to the house whose lights lit up the entire street. 
He walked up to the bin, shivering but enjoying the three pair of socks keeping the holes in his moccasins from biting his toes.    There was a blanket, a hat, gloves, and huge Tupperware with an enormous amount of turkey, stuffing and cranberry pudding.  There was a discarded present with bow and card laying under the food.
Madaline watched from the garage window.   When she seen him put all the things in his bag, she decided to walk out and talk.

David froze.  He was in the middle of zipping up his bag.   She just walked toward him.  This evil thing that had thrown all this away, this thing that lived with so much, and taunted him with the amount she could toss into a landfill where only crows could feast.

 He waited for her to approach....  Before she could speak he grabbed her neck.   She struggled and flailed.  "Why do you do this!"  David whispered harshly into her ear.   "You're wasteful and awful!" 
He could not hear over the gargling in her throat.  Her body went suddenly limp as he shook her.  He dropped the body, grabbed up the present and ran.   He ran for a long time. 
Snow started to fall, his stomach growled and his back pack became so heavy.
David found a good tree to sit under.  He laid the blanket over the cold ground.
David ate, he washed his face with the last bit of soap and went to rip the present open.  She was evil, they all were, and he should kill them all.  It would be a service to the world.
He started to tare the corner and noticed the card.
Inside it read, "to David,   feel free to come in for dinner or a shower, or whatever you need.  Madaline."
David tossed it aside and ran.

Emotional day

Today was tough.  My kid had to go under anestisia to get his dental work done....Gonna cost me a boatload, but he has 4 shiny metal teeth to chew with, and all his fillings done.  He probably won't remember any of it, so I'm thinking it was harder on me and his grandma.  He whimpered so much trying to wake up, and trust me trying to hold on to a 63lb 4 foot tall , 4 year old while he tries to rip out the I.V. is not easy.   He slept for a good hour too while I tried to hold him on my lap.  
He will be brushing his teeth at least 3 times a day from now on, and I'm going to get his fluoride vitamin drops next week. 
   Anyhoo, then I start watching another stupid love movie and of course I get mad.   All of these romatic movies star a beautiful woman, mostly thin georgeous women.  And even if they try and ugly someone up for a movie, they are still a too flawless to be in the catagory of 'normal'.  
   It's very depressing.  Come on.... beauty is part of nature's little trick to keep genetics strong, and like it or not the human race is still governed by nature.  We may aspire to be less judgemental of looks, and more of character, but it's instinct.   The decent guy, nice and without serious flaws, even with the best of heart, is going to be attracted to the more beautiful girl before the invisible one. 
   So there's the rub.   Besides the fact that most indecent, corrupt guys goes for the invisible girl because she's easier to manipulate and abuse, we get screwed out of the good guys, because they are attracted to the pretty ones.   Now I know that there are confident girls who are (for lack of a better word) ugly or invisible.  But they are rare, and the pretty ones already have a head start because they are treated as pretty from the start. That is how the world works.
  The other option is to be slutty to get a guy, and lets face it.... it works for most guys.  The little brain has more power then the big one for most.   And more then the heart from some I've met. And those are not the kind of guys you want girls.  Not the best kind to spend a life with.  

Short story-Romantic movies only work for the beautiful.    Even beauty and the beast has a pretty female in the lead role.   Doesn't matter how ugly the dude, the girl better be pretty.   And if she ain't pretty they are mighty slim pickings because all the decent men have been snatched up by the beautiful, the slutty, or the prolific confident ones (or for that matter a combination of prolific beauties who don't mind humping a wall to get a man).   


This is why romatic movies are dumb and depressing.   Really?  why not trying to make a romance about a blind man falling in love with the woman who isn't flawless or chocked full of good bits to make up for the bad job the make-up artists do trying to make her ugly.   

Another idea....  Jackie Chan trains me like in Karate Kid, and we fall madly in love and get married.   Eh....Hollywood won't listen to me, but I can dream.

Lonely--part 2

Apparently I lost the other part 2  so here it goes.

Nattalie grabbed the phone ready for yet another person to identify their self as one of her kind, but instead heard the barely English dialect of a telemarketer.  "We would like to offer you a..."
Nattalie hung up.
    After unpacking some more of her clothes in the upstairs master bedroom, and finishing off a jar of peanut butter, Nattalie checked the time and headed over to Aunt Bee's to see if there was a bed in her garage.  It would be nice to sleep in a bed again. 
    Before her feet touched the first crooked step of the large front porch,  Aunt Bee opened the front door, the same radiant smile sending waves of wrinkles out along her cheeks.   Nattalie felt warmer just being in her presence.   They walked into the living room and straight through to the kitchen.  The house had an almost identical layout, but was filled with glass, plastic and wooden carvings of panda bears.  There was bamboo wallpaper, a Panda adorned fireplace,  a Kamono decorated with the fluffly black and white bears framed above the dining table.   The stairs were on the opposite side of the front door, but for that and the Pandas, the house was identical on the inside. 
    Bee pointed at the large plate of no-bake chocolate cookies on the counter.  "Feel free to gobble those up, It must be expensive to fill that belly."   Nattalie couldn't possibly feel any more at home.
      The chocolate oats melted in her mouth.  Before she could take a drink of the black tea sitting next to the empty plate, Bee started laughing.  "It sure is nice having someone around to share my world with."
    Nattalie nodded gulping the hot tea.   "Even my parents never really knew."   Bee motioned for the chairs, like a therapist sitting a client down for a talk.    Sensing the discomfort in Nattalie upon this thought, Bee waggad an old bent finger at her.  "Now, don't you think of this like that, I have just as much to share.  I haven't had but one other person in my life that has ever even heard me whisper at my circumstance, and he died a very long time ago bearing my secret."
     Nattalie felt ashamed of herself.  How could she be so selfish, this woman must have been through some of the same hell, if not more so.   "Was he your husband Bee?"
     Bee nodded sadly and pointed to the panda frame holding his picture.   Bee could sense the next question.  "The panda's serve me in a couple of ways."   She pulled out a charm on a delicate golden chain that sat in the pocket of her dress.  "They remind me that being a singular creature is beautiful,  and most importantly...."   She motioned to the decorations all over the house.  "Who would think this crazy old panda lover was really a mind reader!"
   Nattalie realized what the old woman had done.... Lived all these years with her secret, in one place with one life.   How she wished she could find a way. 
   "You will dear."   Aunt Bee patted her hand.  "Now let me see how I can help."  She threaded her old fingers into Nattalies.  "Don't squeeze honey, you'll break me instantly." 
  Nattalie did her best to keep her hand stone and still.     She could almost feel a tickle running through the hairs on her knuckles, and then an itching up her wrist.    "It won't take long dear, hold your hand still."
  
  Nattalie felt the itch turn into a cold shutter running down her back.  She wondered if Bee knew how this felt to the people she read.    It wasn't unpleasant, but for Nattalie pain was a whole different set of functions that had to be stimulated in horrific ways in order to respond. 
   Bee let go and slipped her fingers out.  "You are one fine panda."    She frowned a bit, and put her hand on the table as if it needed to rest.   "The first time I tried to read someone, I almost killed that old farmer."  Bee pointed to her tea cup with her other hand,  "Could you get me some more?"
   Nattalie picked up the dainty china very carefully and carried it into the tea pot on the stove.  "Bee," she paused realizing she had picked up the burning hot teapot without a mitt.  "Aunt Bee, do you think you can see a way to help me?"
   Bee yawned sleepily.  "I need some time to think on it dear one, but I have a few good ideas."  Bee yawned again.  She mummbled, "it took so much out of me Barty..."    Before Nattalie could tie the tea bag onto the handle of the cup, Bee was asleep at the table.     
   As carefully as she could, Nattalie picked the frail body up and carried her over to the large black and white sofa.  Bee shivered slightly when she backed away.   The large green fleece on the chair covered the tiny body nicely and Nattalie let herself out the back door. 

      

time to write

I am going to work on my strong girl story, haven't really come up with a name yet.   So check it out, leave me comments, I love comments.   ( Lonely--part 1 ) Bad or good, at least it is a response.

amnesia

I edited the first two parts of Rollalong Hill, Just wanted to stick that in rate away, seeing as how most of my website hits were from that story for some reason.
Ok, so I asked a friend once, if he knew what it was like to look around , just for a split second, and have absolutely no idea where he was, who he was, or what anything was around him.... His answer made it sound like a ludicrous question.
 Am I so odd that this never happens to other people?   Even for a tiny second, do other people once in a while lose all connection to the world around them?
Sure it might be something serious, (my hypocondriact mind tells me), but then again I have this feeling it's normal for a lot of people.  I think maybe it's just not worth mentioning, or happens so briefly it doesn't occur to matter. 
Anyhooo.... 72 hours without a cigarette.... still battling with my head about it.  My mind says, "just have one, you don't get to decide how life's going to kill you anyways"  the the other part of me says, "it stinks, it's shortening your life, and your kid will always be happy you quit."     
   Up to bed.   Must get some sleep before the early bird starts yelling "Breakfast!  Breakfast mommy?"

sheww

Ok so rollalong hill part 2 wasn't nearly as bad as part 1.   I must not have tried to edit the first one.  Hopefully the other parts go this well because I have to go to bed!!!   Stupid time.... always putting restrictions on my ability to accomplish things.  Stupid sleep too.  If I could survive a day with less sleep I'd be happier. As it is the normal 7 hours isn't enough.

All well.  Really really time for bed.

poooo

I'm finally working on rollalong hill... Damn my grammar sucks.   But I suppose a lot of writers do stream of thought stuff, and then have to edit it a lot... otherwise why does it take years to finish a book? 
On the homefront, my paperwork finally came through and I have sole custody of my son. He starts school soon, and I know he'll grow mentally in leaps and bounds with the right stimulation.   Perhaps that's why teachers actually go to college to learn how to teach, I'm glad my kid's got a teacher with a masters.  Good luck! 
Na, my kids easy, as soon as he figure's out communication I better start saving up for Harvard... and if not Harvard, well any college because he is not getting stuck in a factory working himself to the bone for nothing. 

Anyhoo.... let me see if I can get this part 2 of rollalong edited.