400 Some Miles and Counting July 7, 2010
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Gripping my hands on the warm leather wheels, I slam my right foot on the brake. I could feel my right shoulder aching worse than before. My body jerked forward and back into the cushion made of stone. This was probably my thousandth time stopping in traffic.
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So I went to Virginia this past weekend. My family and I went over to our friend’s house down in Fredericksberg. I hope I spelled that correctly. I tried to drive as much as possible since I could, and my parents drove a lot for me in the past. I wanted to make it comfortable for them. And I think it did because traffic was murderous along I-95.
Overall it was a great trip. A trip filled, just literally filled with food and love. The family that we visited was a friend since I was four or five years old. So we have history together. I actually got to eat a mango flavored ice cream that was put inside of an orange peel, perfectly. Just awesome.
Oh my! July 2, 2010
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Oh my goodness, it has bee a while since my last post. And a lot has happened. I have just finished my junior year of college. I’m a senior now. I thought it was literally just yesterday that I had my first day of college. It shows how quickly time moves. Hm… I don’t really want to discuss about my life right now. I want to simply write.
Whispers of yelling nudged Little Jim out of his tiny blue bed. He took a hold of his teddy bear and walked towards the noise half-asleep. It led him to his parents room. He took a careful peek through the little opening of the wooden door. Jim watched as his parents fought. The battle raging on. Of course, he didn’t understand, he just wanted them to simply stop. But it wasn’t a simple situation or at least it wasn’t to Jim’s parents. Words were blasted, avalanching into slaps, kicks, gasps, grunts, and screams. The closest thing that was supposed to represent love reared its ugly self to Jim. It wasn’t until a decade later, when Jane confessed her love to Jim that he remembered this.
I just wrote this on a whim. My father’s been pushing me to find a girlfriend… I just don’t get why the rush. He hasn’t shown me anything good about marriage. He should start with himself first. Change his attitude. Show me how wonderful marriage can be…
August 25, 2009
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This is just an idea that I’ve been writing about… I’m not sure where I’m going with this though. I’m thinking that it’s too dense right now that it might confuse the reader. It’s the first draft, so i’m not too worried about it. Critic it or suggest what is good.
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I saw the tear drop fall from my mother’s brow onto the ceiling of the car. It was oddly beautiful reflecting the subtle rays of the bright red traffic light in the clouded night. It was like blood, shining, beckoning to my dark soul. My mother’s black hair looked unrestrained as it hanged from the top of her head like vines hanging in a deep jungle.
My body ached horribly as a hundred nerve cells burst with burning sensation with the slightest twitch of my right index finger. I moaned lightly. What happened? I thought. I was hovering over broken glass bound only by my seatbelt. I was confused with the orientation of my body in the car. Seeing the night sky below me, I soon realized that I was upside down. The car must’ve flipped over, I concluded. A few seconds later I brought my hand to release the stressed seatbelt. My hand, numb. My bruised head, now oozing with warm blood. I moved my body as uncomfortable as it was to open the passenger door and crawl my way out of that calamity, that hellish accident.
I turned around to see my mother again. Her cold painted face was like a mesmerizing mosaic, with small glass jewels from the shattered window shield righteously puzzled into her plump flesh.
My father’s head could not be seen as it was hidden by a shadow under the night. But I could guess at what had happened because drips livid and glistening as oil ran upside down his shadowed face, blood.
“Thank God!” I hesitantly sighed. “Thank you LORD! It’s over. It’s done.” Then I remembered that my sister was still trapped inside. I forced myself to go back into the abyss inside the blue BMW.
