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Question Of The Week 5-19-2021

What are you currently worried about?

I am not worried about anything right now, beyond the normal. Finances. I was going to list more, but when I think about them, I really don’t have any major worries. And I’m not worried about Finances like I used to be. I trust the money will be there.

I guess if I had to be worried about anything, it would be not only this country, but the world. Everywhere I look, I see the cruelty one person can do to another. Or that one person or group can do to another group. Mass shooting, wars, bombings, random acts of violence which seem to defy the reality of our existence.

Hate is fear. Fear of the unknown and the foreign (and I use foreign not in the sense of foreigners to a country, but to specify difference), rules the world today, and has since the beginning of time. So how can I believe mankind was not meant for such cruelty, that somewhere inside of each of us is the desire to be kind? Am I clinging to a fantasy?

I don’t know how to explain it. Better minds than mine have wrestled with this problem for years and found no solutions. I will just say I believe in kindness and I believe the world can reflect kindness. One person at a time standing up for kindness and compassion and extending a helping hand can bring change to the world. The truth is, more and more people are standing up for change, putting aside their fears.

Will we ever fully see this change? Not in my lifetime, I’m afraid, but I can hope better for my children.

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Response – JSW Prompt 2-24-2020

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It was the endlessness of the miles which staggered him. Mile after mile after mile through the rugged ruins of the world which Once-Had-Been. Mile after mile after mile of wilderness reclaiming all he might remember if only he had the chance.

Nothing was the same, yet nothing had changed. He was foolish to leave the enclave, they said, but they didn’t understand. Their focus had narrowed in the years since the End to nothing more than that which they could see. Circle-Turning People he called them. Always circling around what was left; never remembering what Once-Had-Been.

A Visionary, they called him mockingly. A Rememberer.

Yet the dream memories haunted him like the random skeletons of what Once-Had-Been rising suddenly through the tangle of the wilderness, more forgotten with each vine and branch and wild-bush.

The mouth of the tunnel was barely visible, hidden behind years of trees and brush and deadfall. Far, far away he heard the dream-sound hum of tires on pavement.

 

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JSW Prompt 2-24-2020

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JSW Prompt 2-17-2020

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Elixyvette : Lohoot? What happened to your other boot?) Lohoot : The giant mud puddle you guys left me to be devoured by desired a sacrifice if I was to remain who I am.) Elixyvette : Lohoot! I just polished those! -meanwhile Prideaux is very fascinated by the idea of a puddle talking.

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Response – JSW Prompt 1-28-2020

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“What the….” Jason asked as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. The front lawn of his house was covered with limbs and debris. “Did a tree explode?”

“You have exploding trees in your neighborhood?”

“Apparently.”

“I wish our neighborhood had exploding trees.”

Jason looked over at her. “Really?”

She looked at him seriously. “They would protect us from the Maurding Marchmonsters.”

His eyebrows raised.  “What do they have to do with all that… stuff on my yard?

Her look said it all. “Protection, remember.”

“From the Marauding Marshmellows?”

“Marauding Marchmonsters!”

“Oh, so no marshmellows?”

“No!” She crossed her arms and looked out her window.

He smiled.  “Do you think we can in past the exploding tree?”

After a moment, she nodded firmly and he parked the car across the street, stepping out and around to lift her out of the car.

She slid her arms around his neck.  “You won’t let the Maurding Marchmonsters get me?”

He kissed the top of her head.  “Of course not, baby,” he said softly, closing the car door with his hip.

Half way across the street, she was asleep.

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JSW Prompt 2-10-2020

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JSW Prompt 2-3-2020

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This week’s prompt includes the following:

 

A storm

An old oak Tree

A scar

 

and GO!

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Response – JSW Prompt 1-20-2020

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And who wouldn’t? Enemies, yeah, I could carry on a bit longer, but I didn’t have enough friends left to lose any more. That was a week ago. Yesterday, I buried my last friend.

Life’s a bitch and then you die.

I wish I had that option. Being the living dead does things to you, like not being able to die. Easily, at least. Wasn’t like I couldn’t die, but of the few avenues open for my death, none sounded quick or painless. I’ve been told I’m a coward.

After burying Tony, I spent the rest of the night wandering the cemetery, but there was no comfort in cold stones or upturned dirt. Anyone I might have found comfort with, would have died.

Tony had been my first friend and, ironically, my last. He’d been my lifesaver. Without him, I’d have died the moment I awoke. With me, he’d died instead.

I’d always wondered how the world would end. Fire? Flood? Atomic bombs? Imagine the surprise when everything started to end due to the Undead virus. It was me – Me! – ending the world. Everything I saw, touched, tasted began to crumble to dust. Every person died. If I had known, I would have… what? Caused my own death? Hidden away, far from human civilization? Forever alone?

I am a coward.

Near dawn, I settled down in front of my grave stone, leaning back against hard, cold, stone.

Waiting for the sun.