Me Whining, Part V

Hi, my name is Dana and I live in fear. Fear is my constant companion, you might even say she's one of my close personal friends, and many of the things I do are driven by the dark nagging hunch that there might just be something going terribly wrong with this world. Unfortunately, deep down I know that everything is wrong. How can things be right anyhow, in a place, where life is the most impossible and random event ever, the most arbitrary of all things to occur. I know the pains of trying to conceive. It can be difficult for some people, including myself. So on the one side, there is not-life, the hindrance towards something, the positive gatekeeper. And then also, we have Death, the eternal party pooper, to the other end of the spectrum. I almost wrote rainbow instead of spectrum, but I'm much too bitter to even think rainbow right now. What is there to say about horrible, selfish, gut-twisting Death, the sad end to a concept that wasn't exactly cheerful to begin with? I know. I'm turning into this depressed wailing creature and I can't blame it on anyone but myself. As far as I know, this year I'm giving good old crybaby Nietzsche a run for his money! Sorry about that. The issue has been dealt with before, whined about a lot, by poets, scientists, and walking, thinking, conscious beings all through the ages, and still, I feel as though it hasn't been said quite enough.


You suck, Death. Go away.

To the Open

Weekend Writing Warriors: To Catch a Thief

Hey warriors, and welcome! First let me set up this next scene from Anoethau for you. It's from Chapter one, so we're moving back to the beginning of the story. MC Artie is an ex-con and a man of simple needs, and I guess to call the way he lives hermit-like would be a serious understatement. Gardening and growing fruit and vegetables in his backyard are his hobby, but much to his dislike, the neighbor's girl Melanie has had her eyes on the mouth-watering fruit of his raspberry bushes for quite some time. One day, as Artie comes out of the tool shed, he sees her bursting away from them.. 



"Hello Melanie," Artie said calmly, bending over towards the vines where the girl hid. The leaves rustled, and the bush seemed to stiffen as soon as he said the name out aloud. The girl couldn’t be much older than seven or eight, but he wasn’t exactly sure.

"Hope you enjoyed the raspberries."
 
After a while she came crawling out from behind the bushes and Artie noticed her face and hands being smeared with red stuff.
 
"You know, if you ask me, you can have some of my berries, and you won’t even have to hide while eating them."
 
"Ummmm," she said, and her face turned a much more intense shade of red. "Just don’t let me catch you stealing again…" he said, putting emphasis on the unspoken -or else… part.