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A Collection Of American Proverbs [WP]

• To get ahead, you must put yourself above others. 
• Remember, be the winners and not be the loser. Don't be like the weak kid that keeps getting beaten up by a bully.
• Sue the person that wronged you in some way, for there you will find riches.
• If you don't stand up for yourself, who else will? You must stand with pride in the face of a difficult situation.
• Public Assistance is shameful; don't ask for a handout unless  you want to be labeled a trash.

Z-Day: On The Road To Escape

Loud sounds of crashing startled me awake from my after school nap. Rubbing my eyes, I looked around, trying to detect where the sounds were coming from. It was from the window outside. Leaning on my elbow, I looked out and saw fire and mayhem tearing up the neighborhood. Cars speeding, some crashing into people. Others setting things on fire, a gang of boys smashing a window to a house.

"Janie! Get down here!" my dad yelled. Wide awake and shaky with fear, I got up and put my shoes on. We may need to leave the house soon, if the outside was any clue.

"Jan—" Dad started to yell up the stairs as I appeared at the landing above him, walking down the steps quickly. "Good, we need to get in the car."

"But what if those people—" I began to say.

"Just get in the car, this place isn't safe!" he said, turning around to grab a few more things. I saw several guns were among the things he gathered. With two cases full of bullets weighing 15 pounds each.

"…What do you want me to grab?" I asked, looking around. "What about mom and my brothers?"

"They're… they're out there. I don't know, I'm hoping we'll run into them."

"You can't call them?" I asked.

"Get in the car!" he said after a moment of trying to restrain himself. I went out to the door leading to the garage. I stared at the SUV. It did not look safe enough against those maniacs outside. There were still sounds of crashing, yelling, and explosions.

"Get in!" he yelled, walking up behind me. I jumped and opened the shotgun and buckled myself in. He opened the back passenger and threw two suitcases and a duffel bag in.

"When did you have time to pack all that?" I asked, somewhat impressed.

"I always knew this day would come, so I had everything in one location to pack, should the need arise," he replied, getting into the driver seat and turning the ignition. He pressed the remote button to the garage door.

"The house is going to catch fire in about two minutes," he said, backing the SUV out. "No sense letting the looters have our stuff."

Once on the road, he handed me a gun. "If anyone tries to mess with us, you point at them, and hopefully they get the hint. If not… shoot."

I stared at the gun, hoping I would not have to use it."

"OK, daddy," I whispered, keeping my eyes down. I didn't want to see all the people he was clearly driving over. The bumpy ride did not stop until we got to the highway.

"You can look now," he said. "No more people in our way."

"What's going on, daddy?" I asked, looking up and stared at the horizon. There was fire from every direction. Buildings on fire.

"The zombies, they've come to hunt us," he said. "It happened while you were at school, but then it hit our area fast in the last half hour. I saw it on the news. That's another reason why I was able to have a little more things to pack. I didn't want you to miss your nap—you'd need the rest because we'll be up all night, making sure no one—no one—messes with us. And hopefully find your mom and brothers while we're out here."

"So, mom's still at work?"

"Hopefully, if she hasn't already left…" he replied, his fists clenched on the steering wheel. "Your brothers are with friends."

The SUV slowed as a bottleneck traffic jam caused the cars to stop driving at high speeds. There was a lot of honking. Dad was honking his wheel too.

"Son of a…" he began and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. "We'll get through this, Janie."

I nodded mutedly, watching the fire burn the sky around them, making it darker than the cold sunset.

"Have you tried calling them?" I asked after a moment of slow driving, cars still honking angrily around them, dad included.

"I did, no answer. Can you call them?"

"Sure," I said, taking my phone out and before I dialed a number, I saw a strange symbol in place of bars for reception. It was a circle with black outline of something. Peering closer, I saw that it was a skull. Feeling chilled to the bone, I looked up at dad.

"Daddy… the bars on the phone," I wavered in my voice. "It's…"

"No reception?" he guessed.

"No, it's something else. It's a circle with a skull on it. No bars. Sh-should I try calling?"

"Give me the phone," he said, and during one of the pause in traffic, he studied it for a moment. He pressed the dial button to call mom. He listened to it for a moment, then his face turned white and immediately hung up and threw the phone into the backseat behind him.

"What—?"

"They've somehow… they somehow took over."

[WP] Struggling To Remember What Led Up To This Moment, You Wake Up In Some Sort Of Operating Room. You Are Lying Naked On One Table, And On The Table Next To You Is An Unconscious Creature You Do Not Recognize.

Cold, freezing cold. Where's the blanket? I wondered, shivering on a hard metallic bed, if it could be called a bed at all.

Still shaking, I opened my eyes and gazed around in the dimly lit room, and I saw another bed just like mine. But the person—thing—on it was looking back at me. It was not humanoid. The face was bulging, the eyes bigger than a 25 foot squid. I could not see the rest of the body, for it was covered with a thin blanket like mine.

My throat wanted to scream, but I could not find the energy. My eyes locked with the thing, and I could not look away.

I struggled to remember why I was in this room, why I was here with this thing. Nothing came to my memory. My body continued to shiver, now both with the cold and fear. The fear sank so deep into my bones, and I started dry sobbing, unable to scream. My breaths came in short rasping breaths.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you."

[WP] After April 14th, All Electronic Clocks And Calendars Turn Straight To April 16th. A Full 24 Hours Is Missing From The Collective Human Memory.

A tax accountant woke up at 5:00 a.m. sharp, and wasted no time to get out of bed, made the bed and went into the bathroom to freshen himself up. He stared at himself in the eye, hating how the bags under his eyes was an even darker shade of purple than it had been a week before. Today was the worst day.

Today was the day people tried to put off the taxes as late as possible, and start calling him for 'tax advice' on their tax matters. Like if their first rental property was going to reduce their tax burden.

With a sigh, he turned from the mirror after having washed his teeth and went to get his day started.

---

He got to the office just as his phone started ringing, he answered it on the fourth ring. He really did not want to face his first client on the phone this early in the morning.

"Anthony! Did you see what day today is?" his assistant asked. He had not checked who it was.

"Uh, a Tuesday?"

"No, it's April 16th! Did I oversleep? I am sooo sorry!"

"What are you talking about? It's the 15th--"

He was cut off by a TV left on in the break room, a news reporter speaking, the headlines blaring front and center.

THE WORLD SKIPS APRIL 15! IS IT TOO LATE TO FILE TAXES?

He stared at it, dumbfounded as he listened to what she was saying, having hung up the phone on his assistant.

"...and we don't know why the clocks have jumped forward a day, skipping the most important day in an American calendar, the Tax Day. We've asked a tax accountant to answer some questions... So, Mr. Thomas, what do you make of this? Will the tax payers be penalized for not having filed--er--yesterday?"

"Well, it is my opinion that we will not be likely to extend the Tax Day to the end of today..."

He tuned out, and grinned. This was a perfect excuse, an ingenious one, to get out of the job today. That will teach the tax payers to wait until the last day to file....

I heard the door open and he turned to my assistant and grinned, which made her already nervous jitters to shake her body even more with fear.

"We're not working today, dear. Let's go to breakfast! They all missed the day to file taxes!" Anthony said, the grin never leaving his face. It was starting to hurt his cheeks.

"S-sir?"

He ignored her as Anthony threw his arm around her shoulder, dragging her back outside to get some brunch at First Watch.

[WP] Food Can Be The Gateway To Great Writing. Write About Your Favorite Dish Of All Time. Make The Food Appear Before Your Eyes With Words.

The scent of cooked rice wafted up, and a hint of raw fish. I dabbed the brilliant white rice topped with bright pink salmon into a bowl of mixed wasabi and soy sauce. The sauce was a light brown color and its smell was spicy. With my chopsticks, I shoved the sushi into my mouth. The moist rice and the sliminess of fish mixed nicely in my mouth, and the spiciness of wasabi excited my tongue.

Experiment with different Social Media platforms

So, I was trying out Tumblr and Chapterfy, trying to find the best platform to share my thoughts and writing. In the end, I have decided to stay with Blogger for the time being. Chapterfy is really nice, and I hope to use the service more when users really begin to utilize the site for stories. I think I will post experimental novella stories on there. It functions in the same way as a Tumblr, but a lot less memory-hogging that Tumblr is. I don't need all the bells and whistles, so, that's that.

I've written more prompts-inspired stories, so they will be queued to be posted over the next few days. However, because I want to support the idea behind Chapterfy, I will post my writing prompts there as well. See what will come out of it and how users will end up using it. Right now, there's hardly a lot of stories, not even close to breaking the 100 stories on the site. However, it does have potential, so I'd like to see it grow.

In different news, I will also be posting my prompts first to Reddit, as that's where the majority of writing ideas are inspired from. Then both to Chapterfy and this blog.

This is my Chapterfy site: http://chapterfy.com/u/dawnofwriting/

[EU] A young Andy is given the toy tiger Hobbes as Calvin goes to college. To the shock of Andy's other toys Hobbes casually starts a conversation with Andy. (Toy Story/ Calvin and Hobbes)

"Oh, I almost forgot," Calvin said, turning to Andy. "Here's my tiger, I've had him since I was little. I know you'll have a lot of adventures together..." Calvin chuckled and Andy let out a small nervous smile at the comment. "Treasure Hobbes, will you?"

"Of course, Calvin! Thank you," he repied, accepting Hobbes.

Calvin turned to the tiger, "Be good, and I know we'll see each other again some day. I need to focus on my studies."

After a moment, he nodded to himself. Swallowing thickly, Calvin turned around and left Andy in his front yard. Andry blinked, wondering what was that about. He looked at his new toy and grinned.

"All right, Hobbes, let's introduce you to my toys!"

"Sounds good to me!" said the tiger who suddenly became his animated self. Andy lost his footing on the way inside the house and fell. "That was smooth, Andy."

"You... you can talk!" Andy yelled, crawling backwards on his butt away from Hobbes.

"No shit, sherlock," Hobbes said, rolling his eyes.

"What... what are you?" Andy asked.

"A stuffed tiger, of course. What else? An alien?" Hobbes said, crossing his arms.

Andy spluttered, watching Hobbes uncross his arms and went into the house. His mom was in the kitchen. Horrified, Andy ran after Hobbes, he did not want his mom finding a tiger walking around the house.

"Stop right there!" Andy yelled, pouncing onto Hobbes just as his mom came into the living area and stopped.

"What are you doing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm... uh..." Andy stammered, looking down at the very un-animated tiger. "Just playing."

"All right, well, go put your new toy in your room and come back down for dinner," she said.

In a flash, Andy went to his room, and Hobbes became animated again.

"Food huh?" Hobbes said.

Andy paused at the door, looking at Hobbes for a moment. "Do.. you eat, Hobbes?"

"Of course I do, my favorite is a tuna sandwich if you must know," Hobbes said.

"All right..." Andy said, running back downstairs.

"What was that?!" Woody yelled, jumping to his feet on the bed, pointing at Hobbes. His cowboy hat askewed on his head.

"What was what?" Hobbes asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"You--you--" Woody tried to talk.

"You talked to Andy," Buzz said, walking to stand by Woody's side.

"Oh, that?" Hobbes said with sudden understanding. "It's a part of my nature to converse with my friends."

"F-f-fri--" Woody stammered again.

"Friends?" Buzz asked.

"Yeah, being friends with toys is lame. Humans are way better," Hobbes said, grinning maliciously. "You will all be gone in a week, save for the dinosaurs and toy cars. They can stay. I will have no competition."

The toys stared at Hobbes in horror. Sid was nothing compared to this new monster.

My plans in the short term

[WP] An RPG character is cursed with a higher intelligence than their player.

This is an interesting prompt that I would like to attempt, I really enjoyed the 1/2 Prince manga and would like the challenge of creating a story based on this premise.

I have been writing a story based on the dying and walking up in another solar system within Milky Way. I plan to turn it into a novella, which will be about 20-30k words, depending on what the story calls for. It is my hope that I will publish it on Kindle Direct.

[WP] There is a popular suicide spot in town, but what people don't know is that it's a set up so people survive and realize they don't want to die. Write someone's story before, after, and how they survive

Stepping off the bus, she looked at the trail head, and the path leading into the woods. Her heart wanted to clench, but she no longer felt afraid but instead, felt empty to the core. Lonely walked forward, ignoring the memories, the trust she thought she had in her friends, her family.

The mist was rising from the ground around her as the balmy night grew darker. There was a sound of a trickling water, a creek nearby. Lonely heard a splash, maybe a frog had jumped in, or a fish flying out of the water, trying to seek freedom, but she didn't care to investigate the creek. She kept walking.

Seeking a release, she picked up the pace, knowing the destination was nigh. Lonely disregarded all the warning signs posted on the trees, some painted in red, others on neon yellow, but she kept resolutely on walking to the destination.

'There's no more reason to live,' she thought to herself. 'None.'

Back stabbed, made fun of, wild rumors, cheating boyfriend, untrusting teachers, neglectful parents. Lonely told herself that she had stopped caring about their thoughts a long time ago, burying herself in dark stories, trying to take the harsh edge of reality away by getting lost in them, in their characters.

She broke through the line of the woods and came to a stop. Before her stood a 300-foot drop, a huge cliff below leading to the water in front. The water stretched for hundreds of yards. Thousands. On the other side of the coast stood similar bluffs just as tall. The water was dark blue, and the edge of the water was clear green. She could see huge boulders lying in the water for several yards deep.

Her eyes drifted closer to the bottom of the bluffs she stood on. She braced her arm on the tree to stand upright against the wind that blew in from the water. Never had she seen such beautiful sights, the seagulls flying overhead, squawking their annoying sounds. The water calm. Lonely closed her eyes and took another step, allowing herself to be calmed.

"Lonely," a voice spoke moments before she jumped. Startled, she spun around to see who it was that spoke her name. She hadn't thought anyone followed her. "Lonely, I am here."

Her eyes fell on a man among the trees off the path to the left. He was in his twenties, buff and smooth, and wore clothes like a lumberjack.

"Do you not see all this beauty?" he asked, gesturing the nature around them. "There's no reason for you to go in such a place like this. Death is the most unnatural part of these beauties, don't you agree?"

Lonely looked around her again, observing. All of the birds, the fish below, the deer prancing from boulder to boulder. All alive. The trees too, and the blackberries.

If death took over, none of this would be as beautiful.

"I don't see why I should live though," Lonely said, shaking her head to snap out of the distraction the stranger had brought upon her.

She struggled, realizing that she was losing the desire to die. Not in the midst of these beautiful things that existed in nature.

The sun revealed itself as a thick cloud moved west, shining its golden orange rays on her face, warming her strands of brown hair. She looked at the wind-swept hair flying around her, the hair looked reddish in the sun.

Red, red meant being alive.

She raised her hands towards the sun, embracing the warmth its light brought her. Lonely allowed herself to be burned within.

"Your name is no longer Lonely, your parents will no longer curse you with such a name. Henceforth, you are now named Lovely, for that is what and who you are."

Lovely.

She opened her eyes, a smile growing on her lips. Lovely turned around to thank the stranger.

He was not there, but she was not surprised. Lovely looked back out towards the water, watching for a long moment before turning around to head back to the bus stop.

As she walked, she plucked blackberries, raspberries, green apples, enjoying the wonderful tart taste of these fruits. The fruits that brought her life.

Thinking of the people in her life, Lovely decided to forgive them. If no one could love her, then she could learn to start loving herself.

My thoughts on my writing

I've enjoyed writing for a long time, and it is a dream of mine to share stories that I write with others. To impart ideas and encouragement.

It has been almost a year since I wrote anything until I started this blog to collect all my little creative exercises and my thoughts on writing. I've come back to writing mainly because I miss it, I miss stretching my imagination. I have not really done much in the way of creating things in the last few months. I do a lot of creative things, you see. I enjoy drawing and crochet and many other things.

Writing might mean I'll get a little less sleep than usual, but not all that different than what I used to do. I would read and read and read many things, and it would be until midnight or after that I would go to sleep. This is a much more productive use of time.

I have also been utilizing Writing Prompts from Reddit, as you can see in the last few posts I've made. It will continue to do so for the foreseeable future. Another thing that I am doing to improve writing is use Word Wars/Word Sprint with like-minded writers in an IRC chatroom from writing prompt. It has been a huge help!

And that is all I have to say for now on this topic. Until next time!

[WP] You have dishonored your family, and you must commit sudoku as punishment.

"... and Kiles Johnson must complete 100 sudoku puzzles,  with the difficulty being five stars, " the judge said. "Case closed." He hit the gravel with his hammer.

"Wait, your honor! *What did you say*?!" Kiles yelled, his eyes wide with horror. "Please no, anything but that!"

The judge ignored him as he got up from his chair and left his podium.

"Dad, please, anything but sudoku puzzles! I'll die!"

"Sorry son, but you deserve it," his dad said, shaking his head. "You are a great disappointment to us. Be glad we didn't disown you outright."

"*Daaaaad!*" Kiles wailed, burying his face into his arms on the desk. He heard a thunk of an object dropping in front of him. Kiles looked up and saw the police officer standing there, apparently having dropped a book.

*The* book of 100 Sudoku Puzzles on nigh impossible difficulty. Kiles let out a soft whimper, trying to reach for the book. He felt nauseated, his body seizing, trying not to touch the accursed book of puzzles.

He opened the book to the first page. Upon it were full of squigglies within their boxes.

He could not read numbers.

7 ways of Plot Twists

I came across this article  that I would like to reference later. I recommend reading it because it lists the seven ways you can throw in a plot twist. How do you surprise a reader with a plot twist without some foreshadowing ruining the story for them?

[WP] You wake up one morning and discover that you can only respond to verbal or written communication with a single letter: "k."

I slammed the button on my alarm clock to snooze another five minutes of shut eye.

"Boy, get out of bed, now!" my uncle yelled.

"K," I responded, still trying to hang on to the faint tendrils of the good dream I was having.

I heard my uncle's footsteps retreat from the hallway to the kitchen. I sighed and got out of bed, ready to face the day.

At the table, I poured myself some cereal and milk.

"Come home straight after school, you have chores to do. We have guests tonight at seven," my uncle said, finishing his cup of coffee.

"K," I responded, scooping up a spoonful of lucky charms into my mouth.

"All right, well, I'll see you, have a good day."

"K--" I began to say, and stopped, blinking as my uncle left the house.

I couldn't say my normal phrase, "Have a stupid day, sir."

Uncle Tom didn't notice.

"...k?" I said and my eyes widened in horror. "K. K. K.... K!"

'No effing way...' I thought. 'This better go away when I get to school...'

On the bus to school, I got a text message.

Hey, meet you before first period? It was from my best buddy, Kevin. Kevin can be stupid at times, but a good guy. My fingers hovered over the letters and found myself unable to press anything else besides the infernal letter, k.

'Fuck. Fuuuck this,' I thought.

K... I responded the text and put my phone away.

"Hey Jon, how's your morning going?" the cute girl across the aisle from me asked.

I looked at her, trying to figure out how to communicate anything else besides k. I grunted with a shrug.

"Were you able to get all your math problems done?"

I nodded my head and raised one finger.

"...but you didn't finish one problem?" she guessed, frowning for a moment. I nodded, smiling. She studied me for a moment.

"You can't talk, can you?" she asked.

I nodded emphatically in response.

"Aw, sorry to hear that. You should learn sign language if you can't talk."

I blinked, wondering if I could sign anything else besides k. She showed me the letter A.

To my utter frustration, my hand refused to copy her hand. The cute girl frowned again.

"Maybe another time?" she asked as I sighed, leaning my head against the seat in front of me. I nodded.

Today was not going to be a good day.

"Yo Jon!" my friend called out to me as I walked to the door of our class, math class.

I waved in response.

"Let's go in," Kevin said. "No one else is in!"

"K."

We took our usual spots, and he looked at me. "So... I was thinking we should make some crayon soup."

I raised an eyebrow. Typical, he came to school high. This was going to be funny to watch.

"K."

"Can you come over today?" he asked. I shook my head. "Oh... why?"

I stared at him, trying to figure out how to relay what I had to do after school with my uncle.

"What's going on?" Kevin asked, "Dog catch your tongue?" He giggled.

I shook my head.

"K... k... keh... k..." I stammered, trying to force myself to speak.

"Are you trying to say my name? I'll help you!" he said, leaning forward. "Say after me. Keh..."

I stared at him, unsure if I should be appreciative that he was willing to be so focused on helping me or not finding me weird.

"K... Keh..."

"Keeeeh..." Kevin said.

"K.. Keeh..."

"Keeeh.... come on! You can do it! Keeeh-vvv..."

"Keeeeh... keeeeh... kaaaay."

"What are you two doing?" a pair of girl entered the room and one asked them.

"Are you high?" the other girl asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shook my head, giving up the exercise.

"Whatever, losers..." the first girl said, rolling her eyes.

"Loser," I said, scowling. I blinked. "Loser. Loser... LOSER?!"

'Oh, fuck, nooo,' I thought, widening my eyes in horror.

The girls scowled while Kevin laughed, repeating after me.

"Loser! Loooooser! Ha-ha-haahaha! Loser! Neener, neener, y'all a loser!"

I hit my head against the desk, wanting to find a hole to hide for the rest of the day.