Wandering Through Words

    I absolutely love the dictionary app on my phone. I've been using it all the time to look up words lately. I'm not sure if I want to attempt song writing or not but that's where it looks like these words are headed. I was listening to my regular music the other day. It was slow, dreary, very interesting genre I guess. Some would say it's just plain depressing but I like it. What I realized though was that the lyrics didn't make a whole lot of sense. It sounded like the artist just put weird words together to make sound all modern. If I were to write a song I would most definitely not jumble weird words together. You have to try and make sense of all the jumbled words.

Here are many nouns and such I'd been working into phrases:

       Rain
       Glass
       Dark
       Rainfall
       Shower
       Midnight
       Twilight (Overdone)
       Raven
       Shadows
       Breath
       Haze
       Vestige
       Black
       Slick
       Slithery
       Relic
       Crawl
       Grovel
       Loiter
       Slide
       Square
       Teutonic pair
       Dead of night
       New Beginning
       Trudging Through
       Pain for a beautiful outcome
       Rebirth

    Whatever. It's a work in progress. I'm constantly thinking of a selection in a road after it rains. i think it's beautiful at night with maybe a neon sign's reflection making the road a colorful mural. This painting doesn't even come close to what I had imagined but it's the closest I could come to when painting such words.

Prosthetic Reportings - Part 2

    Jack shoved Justin to the corner of the newsroom showing him two cluttered desks. Atop one of the many mounds of papers laid a camera. "That's Greg," Jack said gesturing to a man peering behind said mountain of papers. "He's our photographer on our team. Across from him we have Monte-the man who blames everything on aliens or the government. Back there with the typewriter sleeping is Henry. He's past retirement age and shares various details about World War II-mostly when no one asks."
    Jack cleared some papers off a broken stool and pointed, "This here is your office-hope it's comfortable."
    Henry snored loudly as Justin set his bag down and he took a moment to asses his small working area. He jumped up and asked, "Wait! Sir, as a part of the team, what's my first assignment?"
    A woman rushed in between Justin and Jack, handing Jack a fresh cup of coffee, but quickly moved on. "You're first Assignment?" Jack contemplated and looked around for a moment. Follow Hilary Cane." He slurped his coffee slow as not to burn his tongue.
    "The actress? I thought we were a newspaper, not a tabloid."
    "Aw, he already thinks he's one of us." Greg said snapping a photo.
   Jack stepped closer handing Justin his coffee mug. "It's your first story. I'm giving you a light task." Jack swiped his coat from his desk chair and headed into the chaos of the newsroom. "Enjoy it while it lasts!" He yelled with slightly crazed eyes.

Prosthetic Reportings - Part 1

Technically I wrote this in my creative writing class last fall but, the character was a lot of fun to work with. It started out with having to create a story based on magazine clippings. The first picture I picked up was of a bunch of older guys and one young guy all looking at something out of view. Another was of an older gentlemen watching what looked like a race hoarse, and the third picture was of prosthetic legs and arms.

Here be Part 1

     "Here is your payment." Said the older man as he passed a thick envelope. "Make sure you keep your word. I can't have any information spreading across the front page of the Kenton Times. Lives could be at stake, as well as my reputation." The man straightened his tie and buttoned is vest.
      Footsteps echoed in the distance and the younger man made sure of the amount, both men cautious of their surroundings. "Don't work about anything, Mr. Senator. Everything will be taken care of discretely."
      The senator shrugged and left for home. As he sauntered through his front door his wife met him, "How was your day at the office?" She asked.
       He set his key on a coffee table and hung his coat saying, "Well, very well, my darling Anita."
       "Splendid." She replied, "Oh, don't forget we are going to the race track tomorrow." With a kiss on the cheek, Anita rushed happily out the door.


       The ringing of phones filled the room as Justin entered through the double doors of the newsroom. Clerks and secretaries rushed in every direction nearly knocking Justin off his feet. he climbed his way through to the editor's office and seeming knocked over a cup of coffee on one of the reporter's desks.
     "Aw shoot. What'd you do that for?" said the repeater loudly as he stood from his desk and towered over Justin. "Now I gotta get new coffee." He leaned forward and put both his hands flat on his desk. "You got a lot a nerve."
      "I apologize sir," Justin said gripping his cap off his head "my intention was not to ruin your coffee, or your work. It's my first day and I only wanted to get to the editor. I'm a reporter and I want to get started right away." He put his cap back on his head and held out his hand, "Vos, Mr. Justin Vos."
       "The reporter looked Justin up and down in disappointment of the scrawny, no talent kid. "Reporter, eh? Well the editor is out to lunch. Won't be back till three o'clock."
       Justin's shoulder fell but the reported came around and patted him on the back holding his other hand up to his chest. "I'm Jack. Welcome to the Kenton Times. I'll be your tour guide while the editor is out. Let me show you around.".....