Cliché Conversation

(subway doors open and a woman approaches another woman sitting down)

Hey how are you , you look a bit blue.

- Really? I guess im just tired, maybe my boss was right and I should have retired.

Oh no dont regret, you should look into yoga my instructor is Annette.

- Johnson? As in our old friend from Farlton!

Thats the one, she is doing so well, if you want I could give you the number of her cell.

-No thats ok, I really dont have time, you see these days Im working from early morning till nine.

Yeah life gets crazy but you shouldn't forget, you dont make a lot of friends as great as Annette.

-I suppose your right, I loved to hear her sing, so on second thought give me her number, i'll give her a ring.

Here you go i'll just jotted it down, oh and i think this is my stop we are entering town.

- Thanks this was nice, next time we should meet up and we can be less concise.

Haha of course you know I would love that, remind me next time to show you a picture of my curious cat.

-Bye Jen! Lets not be strangers, go off into the world and fight all its dangers.

Bye Lou, it was good to see you, but I have to go, i bid you adiu.

(subway doors close)

Aloha Xmas

On a first look he definitely looked like Santa, Santa on vacation that is. My grandpa, and his full round belly, were dancing on the beach in red swim trunks. The Beach Boys Christmas Album was in playing from our deck and I was about to join him. I just changed into my classic christmas suit combo: The bottoms of my american flag swim suit and then a green halter bikini top. My green and red swim suit was perfectly accompanied with a santa hat and my freshly painted red toenails. Its March 29th and our celebration has begun. I moved to Hawaii when i was about 4 years old, I was angry to leave my home and so being the sneaky kid I was set up a deal of my cooperation. I told my dad that I would only go if I could invent another Holiday. In my small sphere of knowledge I didn't fully understand how absurd this was yet he agreed. I decided on a second Christmas, a special "party" christmas. My mom would make green shots of lime juice for me, my dad, and grandpa to take. And the activities continued. Ever since its been a tradition that is never skipped or forgotten. "Real" Christmas, in our family, is all about seeing other family, we usually travel to my aunts house in Ohio and have a white, snowy, freezing cold christmas. Thats why march 30th christmas is so special. We party on here in Maui at the beach in green and red swimsuits and play games. Tonight before we fall asleep my mom and I will make a coconut smoothie for "santa", who in our family, is actually known as granpa. I cant wait for it all to start, i love aloha xmas.

slingshot

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Homemade storymatic

The jet leaves at 9am, your appointment is at 1pm, and you will retire to dinner with your father at 6 pm at Bellevue; a driver will pick you up to take you there. My assistant Ivanna listed off my schedule as i was ruffling through my duffle looking for my ipod. I looked up at her in her wrinkle free professional attire. A perfectly pressed white shirt pared with a gray tweed skirt and matching jacket. Compared to my long tunic and black yoga pants, an outfit closely resembling pajamas, I would say she was overdressed. I rolled my eyes as she carefully filed the papers into her planner and began to check her emails. You know, I said, you dont have to tell me about the jet leaving at nine since we are already on it. She gave me a look and turned back to her emails. In that moment i heard the familiar sounds of the engine revving up and the jet propellers starting to spin. I grabbed a water from my bag and sunk lower into the soft black leather chair. I lay there waiting for the ding. I picked up a magazine labeled hottest trends and began reading about the importance of accessorizing when I heard that friendly ding. I dropped the magazine and rushed to the front of the aircraft. Our pilot is named Jon Gustav, he is a middle aged man with a warm and comforting aura to him. I travel to the Czech Republic every other month to stay with my papa. He started working there when I was in 4th grade and I have known Jon ever since. I love sitting with him in the front of the plane; he tells me stories about himself when he was younger and about his troublesome brothers. Today he filled my head with a story that I am skeptical to its validity; it was about a camping trip he took with his brother Halrk and they killed a bear with their bare hands. As the thrilling tale came to an end so did our flight. Before i knew it i was packing all my things into a black Cadillac and on my way to an appointment my papa's new wife had scheduled me. Her name was Milania and was from the Czech Republic,she was a women who liked to be taken care of. She always had herself pulled together and looking her best. I had never even seen her with chipped nail polish. But she wasn't frigid like Ivanna, she was very accommodating and helpful but I really dont know her that well. She claimed this spa she was sending me to, Karlovy Vary, was a hidden gem of her home. My driver stopped at a tall white marble building with green vines slowly trying to climb the base. He got out to open my door, and as i looked up i was taken back at his age. He had to be only a few years older or the same age as me. With wide searching eyes I shook his hand and we exchanged names. I walked into the spa in a dreamy state. I had just met Erik, tall, blonde, green eyed, and handsome, and he would be driving me around Prague for a month! With the cool rush of air conditioning on my skin and the clean white styling of the spa around me only amplified the dream state Erik had induced me in. I slowly walked up to the reception desk, still smiling to myself, and gave the lady my name- Lillian Remmus. She nodded and man came to direct me into the room with a deep chair. This is where he would give me a facial and the pampering would continue. I believe his name was Drahhoslav, something very slovak. Anyway let me tell you, he can give a wicked massage.

Hi five

Callous Hands sliding across the rail. Thin hands sweeping crumbs off the table. Small soft hands patting against the window. Thick hands looking for the perfect shade of red in the marker bin. And my hands, folded and calm. I waited for them to join me. They each came by that day, to rub the back of my smooth hand, or to hold it with a firm grip. But all of our hands embraced as we all said goodbye. I wave my hand in the air as a final farewill and my most loyal friends lowered my into my seat and pulled out a book for me. They turned each page after i was done and guided my reading line by line. A lady comes by and asks me if i want a drink. My hands express the size of coffee I would like and then guide the vessel to my lips. But then my eyes stray to the women across the asile trying to calm her baby down, and as my eyes neglect my helpful hands they trip and in jealousy dump the hot coffee on my lap. I jump up in shock and my hands are useless to me in this moment.

free write

Spring Break. I time nationally known as the teaser show of summer. A time usually spent on a beach getting a tan. Well this year i am actually going to a beach finally. Too bad the exotic white sand beach is Galveston island, 45 minutes away and currently 70 degrees with a 70% chance of rain through the week. Also my mom and brother are going to look at colleges in Georgia, i will be in galveston with my dad. So i decided that im going to bring lots of things to do. So i went thrifting a week ago and bought some white jeans that i plan to experiment with and make into shorts, maybe dip dye them ombre style.

Dont think its possible

Enter inspiration and hard work
Annex grammer corrections

Drive people crazy
Long to stop reading

Ice the cake

Nearsighted eyes can see it coming

Enlightentment

its here at last