Friday, September 4, 2015

September 4


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  1. Crazy old creeper. I pulled my iPod out from my slouchy and shoved the earbuds in my ears. It was a sure fire way to make it so nobody talked to you. This oldie but goodie trick worked with several parental arguments and had even saved me from a total weirdo at the club. I had the music low enough to hear Taz and the other dogs barking over the synthesizer and guitar, but no one needed to know that. I laid down on my stomach and cradled my head in my arms. The sun on my back was so soothing, even in spite of the specks of sand.

    I don’t know if it was the music or the sun or a combination of the two, but somehow I ended up asleep which was totally weird because I’m not someone who falls asleep anywhere but my bed. Planes, trains, and car rides usually meant me sitting with bloodshot eyes wide open counting down the miles until I’d arrived at my stop. I had always asked my friends what falling asleep in a car was like and they always said it was just like a bed, but instead of being planted on the ground you were suspended by the headboard. Your head feels heavy and your feet and body feel light, they’d told me. My head certainly felt heavy, but my back did also. My feet were about the same as when I sat down. My head began to throb and I felt that switch to suspension a few seconds later. It really wasn’t all that bad, until my feet got wet.

    When I woke up, I saw my feet were immersed in water. I was sitting in a chair with an heating pack shaking against my head. It had cool water in it, but not super cold like ice cold. When I grabbed the heating pack, I felt leathery skin. My stomach churned a bit. This guy just wouldn’t let me alone!

    At my feet was a guy in red swimming trunks. I tried to sit up to look closer at him, but he eased me back into my seat by the shoulders. “Don’t get up too fast,” he said, “you gave us a real scare there.”
    Oh god. If I wasn’t going to be drooled over by dogs and old men, I was going to be bugged by the lifeguard. I wasn’t even hardly dressed to be at the lifeguard station, much less have a conversation with one!

    “Who’s ‘us’?” I asked.

    “This gentleman,” the lifeguard motioned up to the heat pack, “Gaither, is it? He noticed you were sweating quite a bit so he was worried you might have suffered from heat exhaustion.”

    Dammit.

    “The symptoms were all there,” Gaither’s shakey voice chimed in. His hand shook as he continued, effectively bopping me on the forehead with every item he listed, “Pale skin, excessive sweating, a really rapid heart beat.”

    “No, really,” said the lifeguard, “I’m glad you caught it. The last thing we need is a casualty on the beach over something we can help.”

    “I don’t have heat exhaustion,” I said. I grabbed the pack from Gaither’s hand and cocked my arm back to throw at him.

    “Confusion is another symptom,” Gaither replied. He pulled out a cell phone from his pocket and smiled his stupid crooked smile, “This WebMD thing is pretty nifty.”

    The lifeguard placed the heat pack against my head and smiled. His teeth were bright white, straight, and gorgeous. I licked my lips. My mom had told me over and over not to leave the house looking half put together just in case I ran into a cute guy; and here I was, being cared for by a lifeguard who looked like he’d come from NSYNC or One Direction while wearing a two piece that had been to the beach so much the pads on the bra were starting to come through the seams. My hair wasn’t even straightened! This Gaither guy had put me in such a mess I wanted to slap his face so hard his wrinkles disappeared behind his ears! If I didn't have to worry about getting in trouble and all that, I probably would have.

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    1. THat's great. This feels like it's wrapping up. Are you going to keep going with it?

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    2. Depends on what tomorrow's assignment is.

      I found this assignment rather difficult, but I haven't yet had a change in my POV character, so I gotta make it work until then at least.

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    3. Allow it to be just an assignment. Keep it low stakes, and you've written A LOT here for the assignment. Remember you don't have to write the entire story each day!

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  2. "Grrrrrrrrrwwwwwlllll....." I challenged, "Grrrrr......rrrrrfffff, rrrrrffff!"
    The smelly human acted as though I wasn't even there. He just kept staggering forward, all of his attention focused on my human.
    I puffed up the hairs on my back and growled again. Slobber pooled in the corner of my mouth and began stringing off my bottom lip. I kicked up a cloud of dirt with my back legs in protest, but I got no response.
    Stumbling past me, the stinky human began panting and wheezing louder. Mere feet from his target, the dead human abruptly stopped. Groaning, he looked down at his foot in confusion. I wish I could belly laugh like humans. Because that would have been the perfect time to do it.
    He stepped in a squirrel hole, and got his foot jammed... someone should've told him to watch out for those.
    But, this was no time to celebrate. Though the smelly human couldn't move, Jake could, and he was about to walk straight into the dead human. I had to act fast.

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  3. That's great. I love the way you're second guessing his thoughts!

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  4. Opening the coffee shop door Robert saw her sitting by the window. She wasn’t what he expected.
    “Kathy?” Robert asked, standing above her.
    “Robert.” Kathy said.
    Robert sat down.
    “I really hate blind dates.” Kathy said.
    “Well,” Robert said, “I really hate dates of any sort.”
    Kathy smiled. “I see we have gotten off to a good start.” She said.
    “The way I see it,” Robert said. “is dates aren’t real. They have nothing to do with what your life will be like when two people decide to live their life together.”
    “You wanna go?” Kathy asked.
    “Out of here.”Robert said. “There’s a cafe down the road a bit, let’s walk.”
    “Sure.” Kathy said.
    They both got up. Robert yanked his tie off and tossed it in the trash.

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    1. I like how this is going, but you're going to need CONFLICT!!!

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  5. Trevor trailed behind her at a fast clip, past the casino main entrance. For a petite woman she had a long stride and made it a challenge to keep up. Glenda walked to the other side of the building to a small park-like area nearly void of people. She sat on a bench under a large shaded tree.

    “Take a seat,” she told Trevor. He sat on the other side of the bench.

    “Before we start, can I ask you’re so willing to tell me learn your winning secret?”

    Her body slanted toward him. “I sense something about you, Trevor. You’re a good guy. You want a better life, not just things of comfort. You really want to live a happy life. Am I right?”

    “Yeah, but that could be said for anyone.”

    “True, but you don’t really want to be here. You’re not a security guard at heart. What do you really want, Trevor?”

    “Lots of money.”

    Her smile disappeared and her eyes narrowed on him. “You know as well as I do that money isn’t the answer. It’s merely a necessary tool that helps us eventually get what we want in life.”

    “Yeah, that I agree with,” he said.

    “Good. That was the first third of the lesson. Knowing what you want. And you’ll get it, but not by robbing casinos,” she emphasized with a lecturing finger, “but by simply using your own energy. But this is a give and take world, Trevor. So after I show you what I know, you have to promise to show someone else in the future. Any selfishness on your part will result in the exact opposite of what you want.”

    “So what you’re saying is that I can only use my super-powers for good and not to promote the dark forces of evil.”

    Glenda ignored his sarcasm. “Exactly.”

    Trevor gave her the same penetrating gaze she perfected on him. “But isn’t what you’re doing considered the work of the bad guys—robbing casinos?”

    Glenda laughed, a hearty response as if Trevor told the funniest joke on the planet. She held up her hand to ward off further questions until she could catch her breath.

    “Trevor, give me quick and honest answers to my questions. Ready?” He nodded. “What is a casino for?”

    “For people to enjoy the sport of gaming,” he said.

    “And what specifically is gaming?”

    “Risking money in an attempt to win more.”

    “Excellent,” Glenda said. “So why is it that the casino lets people risk their money, some to the point of becoming flat broke and others to the point of becoming addicted to gambling, but the casinos don’t want to risk their own money?”

    “How would they make a profit otherwise?” Trevor asked.

    “Indeed. But why is it okay to let the customers lose and not the casino? Both the customer and the casino hope to win and have an equal stake in losing money. So if you were the customer and I was the security guard, would you feel this way—that it’s okay to win money from a casino?”

    “Of course, I would.”

    “Perfect. The second third of our lesson is completed. We’ve determined that it’s okay to win money from a casino.”

    Trevor shrugged. “I can’t argue with that.”

    “Great. Now, I’ll tell you what I do, but it takes lots and lots of practice. It took me a year to learn this system because I had to get past my old belief systems that told me I didn’t deserve a lot of money or that it was wrong to be rich. The moment I was okay with having money, I started winning.” Glenda leaned forward and her voice deepened. “After I teach you this, Trevor, you’ll be quitting your job and working toward that life you want.”

    He sat still and paled slightly. “Are you psychic?”

    She laughed and shook her head. “As you practice using your energy, your gut instinct blossoms. It’s a side bonus.”

    “How long will this take?”

    “Less than thirty minutes,” she said. “Are you ready?”

    Trevor slapped his hands on his thighs. “I’m ready.”

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