NOTE: I want to write a book. This is the starting to some random book that I have yet to write.
Prologue
“The girl’s coming.” The man with the scar on his chin leaned forward, eying them all. “She’s coming, and you all know it.”
Silence. A young boy with messy brown hair shifted uncomfortably. “Are you sure?” He piped up. “So soon?”
“Boy, you’ll have to get used to soon,” the scar man snarled. “Because soon is my life, and as is yours now.”
The boy flinched, and his mother, a lady with beautiful auburn hair and green eyes, pulled him closer.
The scar man pounded his fist on the wooden table. “We’ve been waiting for this for hundreds of years!”
“How do you know the girl is coming?” A woman with a pointed nose and ears asked. “Most of your predictions have been wrong in the past.”A murmur of agreement spread throughout the table of people, and the man the the scar’s eyes burned with anger.
“Because,” the scar man growled, “this is the time when we need her most. We’re at war. We are losing. Another city is, we believe, about to attack us, also. They may even be allies with Sikseiop! The creatures of the forest are rumored to have gone against us, also, and we know that we stand no chance if THAT has happened. Unless the girl comes soon, we’re doomed.”
There was more silence, a considering silence, and the pointed woman broke it again with her high voice.“As I said before, Gerald, we don’t know if the other city is going to attack us, OR if the creatures of the forest are plotting against us, too. Sikseiop IS a considerable threat, that I admit, but our forces are strong, too.”
The messy-haired boy said, “I want to be a solider someday!” “Hush!” His mother scolded. “No, you don’t, you will be killed. Start thinking sense and listen.”
The messy-haired boy scowled but did not speak again.
The scar man, Gerald, was running his fat, pink fingers through his greasy black hair. “Virginia, I believe that it will all be revealed in time, although I DO believe that the girl is coming soon.”
Virginia, the pointed lady, stuck her nose into the air. “Believe what you like, Gerald, it does not make it right.”
A man with blonde hair and brown eyes said, “Gerald, Virginia, may I speak?”
“Fine,” Gerald grunted, rolling his eyes. “This better be worth it, Arnold.”
“It will!” Arnold said earnestly. “So, I was just thinking, what if the girl is actually a rabbit-”
“ENOUGH!” Gerald boomed. “Arnold, I am tired of your idiotic statements! If you have something good to say, say it. And you will call me ‘Sir’.”
Arnold hung his head, his sandy blonde hair hanging in his eyes. “Yes, sir.”
Suddenly, a booming sound echoed throughout the room. The messy-haired boy let out a frightened wail and clutched onto his mother. Arnold was shaking. Virginia let out a shriek, and everyone else started running to the door. Except for Gerald.“Stop!” He shouted. “STOP!”
The people stopped everything, except for the messy-haired boy, who was sobbing into his mother’s shirt, “It’s them, it’s them, they’ve come to kill us!”
Ignoring the boy’s cries, Gerald said, “I want everyone to grab a weapon and get under the table now.”
Everyone grabbed a weapon, even the messy-haired boy, who took a small knife. There was another boom once everyone but Gerald was under the table, and then the door to room fell down in a cloud of dust and smoke.
A man, much larger than everyone else in the room, slowly stepped into it, gun ready to fire. He pointed it at Gerald. “You know why I’m here.”
Gerald calmly pointed a gun back at him. “I do.”The man said, “This is a warning, Gerald. If you do not give me what I want, someone will die.”
“No!” Gerald spat. “Never.”
The man cocked his head to one side. “Ah, then you leave me no choice.”
He pointed the gun at the messy-haired boy, and before Gerald could react, fired.The boy let out a terrified scream, but right before the bullet reached him, his mother threw herself over him, taking the bullet got herself, right through her skull, and then flew out again, just missing the boy’s shoulder. The boy’s eyes welled with tears. “Mom!” He wailed. “Mom, please, don’t leave me, Mom!”
The man eyed the boy coldly. “Let this be a warning, GERALD,” he hissed.
Gerald clutched his gun, but was in too much shock to shoot. And then, as fast as the man had entered, he was gone.
I want
I want Summer and the joy and positivity that it brings, to stroll through leafy glades with the time and the inclination to linger in dappled sunlight. I want to sit besides the lake wearing an open shirt with my slacks to feel the warmth reflected from the bright blue water.
I want to take my week vacation, not to fly off to some wondrous place but to revel in the freedom of a day with no diary entries giving me the time to see and do the things I enjoy doing.
I want to go to bed late and just loll there with a good book without the distraction of having to get up for appointments next morning.
I want to take my time over my meals without wolfing down my plate of food with one eye on a ticking clock.
I want to be free from the constraints of work so I can start to write in ernest about the ideas that haunt me, and to write freely and openly to spill out my emotions and feelings with time to rewrite and amend.
I want freedom from invasive advertising that cleverly targets the sweet spot of unsuspecting people and triggers them into making purchases of crap they don't need.
I want my free time to be exactly that and not a brief cup of tea and a biscuit sat in some dank staff room with people who don't understand what I'm saying because they don't speak English.
I want my neighbours to have the common decency not to scream and harangue each other when I'm trying to sleep during the day.
I want an end to huge mega amp speakers that blast out puerile pap at 2100 watts just because some bog eyed bow legged pox infested kid thinks he's cool.
I want a iPhone with a battery capacity capable of taking me past five fucking minutes on a full charge.
Yes. Just give me these things and I'll love you forever.
Put shit in your one hand and what you want in the other hand..and see which one fills up first.
I want,
To be able to feel free from people's criticizing words.
I want,
To be understood.
I want,
To be able to laugh so hard my ribs hurt.
I want,
To have a purpose on this earth.
I want,
I want to help people through hard times.
I want,
To feel completely comfortable in my own skin.
But,
What I want has no meaning to anyone else because they can't fully comprehend how I feel.
We soar,we glide,we loop de loop
I want to have the courage
To get out
Get away
Leave
Fly.
I want to be selfish
And not look back
To not feel guilty
to not worry
Be free
I want to have a second chance
Of living
Start from scratch
Somewhere
Where nobody knows me
I want to feel loved
Accepted
Understood
Cared
I want to...
But i can't
And that's life
Thuringian bratwurst grilled with a pale ale sprayed over them as they cook, Deutsch kartoffelsalat, bacon (because hey, I'm still am American), Mac & Cheese the way my mom makes it, Jiffy cornbread, sweet tea, German ground brown mustard for the sauerkraut, and maybe some Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier (rated best beer in Germany).
