"We have to clear out this forest," exclaimed Jon shouting across the camp. The group of boy scouts looked up for their respected spots,
"Ok, ok fine we will cut down this tiny tree, jeez its not that big of a deal." Patrick said as he tossed his knife to the ground. Patrick was wildling a stick he had found on the ground; shaving-by-shaving he slowly started to carve a pointed stick.
"So who is actually going to do the cutting any way?" I said cursorily. We had just gotten up to the Weathermens cabin, our own personal campsite strategically scattered around the back woods of their multi acre property. Are camp site was the farthest one away form there cabin, a treacherous trip form some that would seem suitable for not even Indiana Jones to brave, going past the other boys camps each and every time fighting them off like the natives of a lost island, and climbing over a watery marsh with a precarious log to be our bridge across; taws an adventure every time. Our campsite was in shambles for we were the oldest patrol, revered by the young and up coming scouts and still kept in check by the leaders we were the highest in command. But even I could agree that over the years the scout spirit and moral has even been lifted form me. The enthusiasm to performing merit badges, and fulfill scoutly duties was a thing of the past, camping out in our own personal wilderness was, are home away from home. So to be expected even of my self our ways in safety and rules were not being dusted off and put to use. A tiny shark tooth like saw landed at Patrick's feet, his grimy hands picked up the saw and held it in the air, a glimmer of a reflection tried to cast its self off its dull blades.
"So I take it I am going to be the one who is cutting?" Pat boasted with a modest smugness.
"Well you are the best widdler in the entire camp and you were the only one who didn't get corners cut off there Widdln' Chit Card" I stated as I stood up and began to slowly stagger amongst the weeds over to the tree.
"Its probably best if you take the helm on this one skipper."
"Ok, I can do that for sure I can do this easy, it's just a tree."
Pat knelt down next to the tree and braced his arm along the wooded floor, his fingers clench tight against the roots and weeds that litter the ground as he puts his knees on the ground. He lifted up the saw and lay its cold jagged teeth against the warm bark of the young tree. He began to press the teeth into the trees side piercing holes in its side. Jerking back and forth he tore the tree form its trunk. Forwards and back as wood shavings began to poor out its side like blood on a dieing animal. All of a sudden to our avail he stopped, Jonathon, another scout in the troop, was grabbing his arm.
"Look here," he stammered, "were already done." Jon pushed the tree over but it did not come off, Pat was stopped short, with a little bit of bark remaining Jon positioned him self with one foot on the tree and one floor on the ground.
"Ya see? We can just jump on this last part here and it will come right off."
Jon's arms began to swing as he leaped up straight into the air and landed on the tree. Like the shot of a gun, the trees remaining bark built up the tension form the bouncing boy and snapped under the pressure. But sitting right blow the trees base was Patrick, the crack of a whip, the end of the tree came down right on Pat's knees,
A shrill shriek bellowed out of the boys lungs as he grabbed his leg writhing in pain, "OUCH!" the yell could be heard across the would for no ones listening ears.
"Oh my god Seth you have to go find a scout leader to help us fix this, I think he's really hurt." Jon turned to me pointing frantically out in the distance, his eye were as big and bug eyed as mine were as we watched Patrick grunt and roll around on the ground. Only a few quivering words could drip out my mouth at the fear of my friends expense.
"Uhhh, uhh, ok ill go find… someone."
I shot off towards all directions of the camp, among the silence the only thing I could hear of the cries of pats torment and pain was Jon shout "Hurry, hurry" as it diffused into the distant wind. The only thing on my mind was how I was going to find any one, I had no idea where the leaders or the rest of the troop was at the time, and they didn't know where I was. For 20 minutes straight I searched from campsite to campsite trying to find any would who could lend any form of aid. My mind raced as the thought of my return being fruitless. The scenes of my friend's disappointment, telling me of my failures for not finding any one in time, to save my poor comrade form his imamate demise.
I dragged my feet on the way back to the campsite. As I got closer and closer I couldn't see much, the rest of my patrol seemed to be all gathered around a single table in a large commotion. The first thought that came into my mind was that he must have bleed to death or something and they were all mourning his death saying "this is all Seth's fault, if it wasn't for him he would have got back in time and saved this poor boys life"
I inched my way back up to the table, "I couldn't find any one to help"
"What? What do you mean no one?"
Said one of the boys as the group began to open up. And to not even a premonition was reviled Patrick. He was laying on the table with a cloth on his head and his arms folded over his face. His boy was laid out flat all except for one leg he was flinching in pain as his other leg was propped up with a splint and tie offs made by one of the boys. His eyes peaked out from under his arms a little to show his eyes seeming stitched together they were closed so tight.
"What do you mean you couldn't find any one? Do you see what he looks like?"
My jaw drooped form being so speechless I was a complete loss for words.
"Well, uhh I… uhh tried but I couldn't find… there was no one…. I…"
my sentences became fragments as my words just started to be gibberish coming out of my mouth.
"Is he going to be ok?"
that was the only thing I could think of, but no one answered me. a smirk appeared on Patrick's face as he began to sit up.
"I think I will live."
Every ones face in the group turned for serious to big smiles as pat kicked off his own splint. A sigh that felt like a wave of ocean water rushed over my entire body. But the water soon turned to redness on my face.
"I was never actually that hurt, it did a lot at first when we sent you off but by the time you were gone it was pretty much fine. It will probably bruise, but I'm fine; so we decide to pull a prank on you for when you got back."
At this point my face is as red as a strawberry as the boys smiles turn to laughter directed at me. Then pat asked the fateful question.
"So Seth, what your saying to me is; after all of this you mean to tell me in my time of potential danger you take all that time to find some one, and you didn't find a single person?"
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Stan The Boy Who Dosent Under Stand Courage
around is his room and waited. his light blue sky walls reflected off his glossy eyes as his head rested on his folded arms. every day Stan would lie on his bed and wait. most days the boy would have to get up and meet the world with a smile on his face and a cup of eagerness in hand, regardless of how sour the taste. but the out come would always be the same, Stan from sun up to sun down would always make his way back to the pillows and blankets and continue to wait. people would ask the boy, "what dose your life amount too?" the only sense able response he could ever find was his work. but what dose a boy need with his work? time would pass and the norm would never change, the boy just continued to wait. opportunity continued have there feet in the door many a time, but the boy continued to slam it close. try as he might Stan could never seem to find what he was waiting for. people told him what he was doing wrong and he even knew how to do it right. but people would continue to ask as the boys head lay buried in his arms. "why do you do the things you do why do you think the way you think?" and every time Stan would lift his head and gaze directly into both there eyes, and they same words would dribble out his mouth like a crack in a pitcher of cold ice water. "What a person says and what a person truly means are two different things. look deeply into there eyes and ask your self not what the incoherent dribble spews from there lips, but what words there heart speaks. the one who makes you feel the things you want to say not the one who forces you to speak are not the same. regardless of the of the spiders that crawl up your skin or the rocks in your stomach, ask your self; do you think its worth waiting for?
Night Of The New Room
This is the story of a little boy that grew up the hard way. Little Timmy was his name and today he finally got his own room. Little Timmy had been sleeping in his mother's room in their warm and cozy bed next to mommy for a bit too long and it was time for a change. Every day he would curl up in his big soft blanket and stretch his legs out long, he would lay his head down on his warm pillow and cocoon himself in comforters. But from now on Timmy had a bed of his own. The door opened slowly as the light began to seep in through the doorway. The door was ajar as Timmy stood staring at the cold slate that was his bed. He clenched his blanket in both hands and held it up to his face to where he was covering every thing but his eyes. Shivers went down his spine as his mother lay her smooth hands on his shoulder.
"I know it's a big change Tim Tim but every boy has to grow up some day."
Timmy stared up with his eyes a glaze a tear almost was shed down the hue of his cheeks but he stayed strong. Mother patted Timmy on the back and put him to bed.
Everything was now in Timmy's room. His action figures where placed on the mantel along his wall. His favorite posters of his favorite show Sesame Street was pasted to the wall with a huge picture of Big Bird in the center; even his favorite action figure of them all, Action Joe was put right above his bed next to the window which he loved to play pretend with. His clothes were scattered all over the floor and every which way, the room may have been a mess but was ready for bed. Timmy took his first step into his new room. He climbed into the bed missing the same feelings he had before. The bed felt cold and clammy like the back of a seal. Timmy felt no warmth in the blanket that he loved to wrap himself in and the bed whom was once filled with people was as long as empty that felt like it went on forever. He sat in bed and with wide bushy eyes stared back at his mother with a look of discontent. She stood in the doorway and held her finger on top of the light switch. She sighed as she saw the fight in her boy's eyes.
"Night Timmy, try to sleep."
She shut off the light with a click that seemed to echo around the room and shut the door.
The blinds on Timmy's room were closed. But the light of a full moon set in through the cracks casting light onto the wall. Without even trying to wink Timmy sat up. The silence was broken when all of a sudden he heard scratching on the window. Giant claws of a monster were clawing at his window trying to get in and eat him. "SCRATCH SCRATCH" with a "WHOO WHOO" the monster cried. Timmy shuddered at the sight of the gangly boney fingers trying to claw and get into his room. Then when he looked over back to the light there was a figure of a huge man with his arms so tall they could reach the sky standing in front of him. He had a pitch-black body that scared Timmy to kingdom come. Timmy decided his best bet for survival from the attack was to go get his mother. But to his luck when he began to step off the bed, an arm reached out from underneath him. The monsters gangly arm somehow made his way in and under his bed. there was no escape. Timmy was a castaway on his own bed. He leaped back onto his bed and saw that the gangly monster had friends. A giant bird creature with a beak as sharp as a knife loomed over him with a scary stare. Timmy tried to hide under his covers but it was no good. He knew that there was going to be no end to the attack so he went with his last resort
"MOM!!!!!"
A shrill shout from the top of his lungs, Her mother came rushing to Timmy's room in pajamas and all.
"What, what is it son?" she asked with all concern for her son's safety
"MOM, MOM THERE WHERE CREEPERS AND MOSTERS AND BIRDS AND CLAWS AND NOISES AND AND AND…"
Words became jumbled noises of sounds and tears as his mother hugged Timmy tight.
She flipped on the light and opened the window.
"NO MOTHER THAT'S WHERE THE GANGLY MONSTER LIVES!"
The brave knight that was his mother pointed out the window and said,
"Look Timmy, there's nothing to fear. The scratching is nothing more then the branches from the big oak tree, and there's an owl on the branch making that sound."
Timmy's eyes began to widen as the sounds of the monsters "whooping" were nothing more then an owl outside. He pointed to the wall were the black figure once was.
"Timmy this was nothing more then the shadow of Action Joe, he was bigger because of the moon light form the window, silly"
Timmy face of embarrassment went to shock in an instant when he realized what she was standing on.
"Mom! The creeper on the floor! Watch out it will get you!"
She bent down to the ground to pick up Timmy's sweater.
"I told you to clean up your room and pick up your clothes. See none of this is real. It's all in your imagination. I know having your own room is a big change but you have to get over your fears and do this. You cant be afraid your entire life. No one is out to get you and they never will."
It took Timmy no more then a second to realize it was all fake. The bed felt warm again and his eyes got heavy. His mother laid Timmy down and said:
"Have a good sleep, sweetie."
"I know it's a big change Tim Tim but every boy has to grow up some day."
Timmy stared up with his eyes a glaze a tear almost was shed down the hue of his cheeks but he stayed strong. Mother patted Timmy on the back and put him to bed.
Everything was now in Timmy's room. His action figures where placed on the mantel along his wall. His favorite posters of his favorite show Sesame Street was pasted to the wall with a huge picture of Big Bird in the center; even his favorite action figure of them all, Action Joe was put right above his bed next to the window which he loved to play pretend with. His clothes were scattered all over the floor and every which way, the room may have been a mess but was ready for bed. Timmy took his first step into his new room. He climbed into the bed missing the same feelings he had before. The bed felt cold and clammy like the back of a seal. Timmy felt no warmth in the blanket that he loved to wrap himself in and the bed whom was once filled with people was as long as empty that felt like it went on forever. He sat in bed and with wide bushy eyes stared back at his mother with a look of discontent. She stood in the doorway and held her finger on top of the light switch. She sighed as she saw the fight in her boy's eyes.
"Night Timmy, try to sleep."
She shut off the light with a click that seemed to echo around the room and shut the door.
The blinds on Timmy's room were closed. But the light of a full moon set in through the cracks casting light onto the wall. Without even trying to wink Timmy sat up. The silence was broken when all of a sudden he heard scratching on the window. Giant claws of a monster were clawing at his window trying to get in and eat him. "SCRATCH SCRATCH" with a "WHOO WHOO" the monster cried. Timmy shuddered at the sight of the gangly boney fingers trying to claw and get into his room. Then when he looked over back to the light there was a figure of a huge man with his arms so tall they could reach the sky standing in front of him. He had a pitch-black body that scared Timmy to kingdom come. Timmy decided his best bet for survival from the attack was to go get his mother. But to his luck when he began to step off the bed, an arm reached out from underneath him. The monsters gangly arm somehow made his way in and under his bed. there was no escape. Timmy was a castaway on his own bed. He leaped back onto his bed and saw that the gangly monster had friends. A giant bird creature with a beak as sharp as a knife loomed over him with a scary stare. Timmy tried to hide under his covers but it was no good. He knew that there was going to be no end to the attack so he went with his last resort
"MOM!!!!!"
A shrill shout from the top of his lungs, Her mother came rushing to Timmy's room in pajamas and all.
"What, what is it son?" she asked with all concern for her son's safety
"MOM, MOM THERE WHERE CREEPERS AND MOSTERS AND BIRDS AND CLAWS AND NOISES AND AND AND…"
Words became jumbled noises of sounds and tears as his mother hugged Timmy tight.
She flipped on the light and opened the window.
"NO MOTHER THAT'S WHERE THE GANGLY MONSTER LIVES!"
The brave knight that was his mother pointed out the window and said,
"Look Timmy, there's nothing to fear. The scratching is nothing more then the branches from the big oak tree, and there's an owl on the branch making that sound."
Timmy's eyes began to widen as the sounds of the monsters "whooping" were nothing more then an owl outside. He pointed to the wall were the black figure once was.
"Timmy this was nothing more then the shadow of Action Joe, he was bigger because of the moon light form the window, silly"
Timmy face of embarrassment went to shock in an instant when he realized what she was standing on.
"Mom! The creeper on the floor! Watch out it will get you!"
She bent down to the ground to pick up Timmy's sweater.
"I told you to clean up your room and pick up your clothes. See none of this is real. It's all in your imagination. I know having your own room is a big change but you have to get over your fears and do this. You cant be afraid your entire life. No one is out to get you and they never will."
It took Timmy no more then a second to realize it was all fake. The bed felt warm again and his eyes got heavy. His mother laid Timmy down and said:
"Have a good sleep, sweetie."
War Torn
Five minutes till the bus arrived. John slouched forwarded and took his engineering hat off. Chip his son, looked eagerly over Johns shoulder down the road bobbing up and down shifting his head side-to-side trying to glimpse his oncoming future. He was a pre med student awaiting his bus to take him off to collage, chip was the second born out of 8, six girls and his brother hennery in the war. Recently the general came up to there door with the American flag in hand, Henry was MIA. This rang upsetting to the whole family, especially John; with hopes of his son coming back to take over the family engineering business. Chip being the next of kin, was up to inherent the business, but as they sat he was being sent off to collage. His stare lay blank as John slouched on the side of the old family car. Then he recalled an event most upsetting to him. An argument he have had in the early months with his wife Bev. They were in the kitchen arguing over the recent death of their son.
"What do you mean Chip going off to study? He has to stay here to take over the business." He had said.
"He's not you John; He is a bright lad, if he stays here he'd be just squandering that."
"He is supposed to take of the family business, its been in my family for years that's how its works.
"John, he can't stay here, if he doesn't go off he will be enlisted into the service, "
"Well that is at least a more of an honorable thing to be instead of reading books and wasting time."
"John." Dev's eyes begin to swell up. "I will not loose my other son. I can't go through that. It's bad enough that Henry is no longer with us. I am not letting my son go out there and setting a gravestone on his head. You know that Henry was going to take over the shop; you can't just fill that hole back up with a nail that doesn't fit. He's smart; he didn't drop out of high school like you to go work in the mines. He's an intelligent boy, and ill be damned if you take that away from him"
A single tear dripped down her face, and tricked down on to her blouse. John grabbed his hat and stormed out the door.
The bus was finally arriving. It pulled up and came to a stop right in front of the tow men. John's sons face lit up as the doors of the bus opened as if it was a gateway into heaven. Chip hoped onto the first step of the bus and grabbed the railing and turned around. John stammered to his feet grabbing his hat to dust off his oily jump suit.
"Well father this is it. Are you going to miss me?" Chip looked down at his father.
John stared back at him his hat in both hands, he grasped it tight; with a face as sad as a father could be.
"You shouldn't be leaving" He averted his gave from his son and stared at the
Ground.
"What?" Chips mouth was agape.
"You shouldn't be abandoning this family." He said as he looked back up, with fists clenched. Chip was flabbergasted a feeling of displacement set in.
"Wha… what are you… what do you mean?"
There was no response form John. He put his hat on top of his head and looked back at his son one last time. His eyes began to water as he saw sin distraught and concerned. John looked back down and began to slowly walk away. Chip still standing in the door was in a daze, Every thing he lived for and stood up for was shoot down in a few words right on his futures foot steps. The bus driver began to hurry chip on bored. He stepped on, with the world he left behind in twain.
"What do you mean Chip going off to study? He has to stay here to take over the business." He had said.
"He's not you John; He is a bright lad, if he stays here he'd be just squandering that."
"He is supposed to take of the family business, its been in my family for years that's how its works.
"John, he can't stay here, if he doesn't go off he will be enlisted into the service, "
"Well that is at least a more of an honorable thing to be instead of reading books and wasting time."
"John." Dev's eyes begin to swell up. "I will not loose my other son. I can't go through that. It's bad enough that Henry is no longer with us. I am not letting my son go out there and setting a gravestone on his head. You know that Henry was going to take over the shop; you can't just fill that hole back up with a nail that doesn't fit. He's smart; he didn't drop out of high school like you to go work in the mines. He's an intelligent boy, and ill be damned if you take that away from him"
A single tear dripped down her face, and tricked down on to her blouse. John grabbed his hat and stormed out the door.
The bus was finally arriving. It pulled up and came to a stop right in front of the tow men. John's sons face lit up as the doors of the bus opened as if it was a gateway into heaven. Chip hoped onto the first step of the bus and grabbed the railing and turned around. John stammered to his feet grabbing his hat to dust off his oily jump suit.
"Well father this is it. Are you going to miss me?" Chip looked down at his father.
John stared back at him his hat in both hands, he grasped it tight; with a face as sad as a father could be.
"You shouldn't be leaving" He averted his gave from his son and stared at the
Ground.
"What?" Chips mouth was agape.
"You shouldn't be abandoning this family." He said as he looked back up, with fists clenched. Chip was flabbergasted a feeling of displacement set in.
"Wha… what are you… what do you mean?"
There was no response form John. He put his hat on top of his head and looked back at his son one last time. His eyes began to water as he saw sin distraught and concerned. John looked back down and began to slowly walk away. Chip still standing in the door was in a daze, Every thing he lived for and stood up for was shoot down in a few words right on his futures foot steps. The bus driver began to hurry chip on bored. He stepped on, with the world he left behind in twain.
Kite Driver
Oh My God! I am so insanely bored!"
Andrew Pearson bellowed at the top of his lungs. He was an ordinary kid, scruffy short down hair, and wore a t-shirt with a funny design depicting a stick figure complaining about chores; the typical teenager,
"What in all of kingdom come are we going to do?"
He stated as he pressed his hands against his face in anguish.
"We have literally done nothing, but sit around all day and throw cards in a hat."
Andy looked over at his counterpart across the room; strewn on the couch with his arms behind his head as one leg draped on the ground and the other over the armrest, he sat up in disgust.
"Yeah you're right, although it was fun until we figured out we had to get up to pick back up the cards"
Seth was no less of an average boy, jeans a sweatshirt and a cap to complete his wardrobe on a simple day of leisure. Their concern of the ever-growing boredom began to rise.
"We could always go out for a drive, I suppose."
Andy said with malcontent in his tone. No less then a month ago, Andy turned sixteen. A big step for any boy in their life, one year closer to being an adult. But most importantly the new privilege of the right to drive.
"Well, that could be a minor form of entertainment, but where would we go."
The shot to the apparent plan was a blow to both the boys' displeasure. The room was silent for no more then a few minutes, when Seth's mind was struck with ideas.
"I've got it! You know what I haven't done in a while?
Expecting a response he turns to Andy in excitement. Nothing but a shrug is offered.
"A kite! I haven't flown a kite in forever! That could be a blast for like, ten minutes tops!"
Andrew ponders for no more then a few moments.
"Well my only other suggestion was going to be videogames, so I say we do it!
To their amazement when they grabbed the kite and when outside, there was no wind to be found. The trees didn't sway and you could stand a piece of paper on its side without it tipping it was so still.
"In all, I think this was the one thing that could put a damper on our plan, and it happened." Seth said with a pout.
Discouragement filled the air around the boys. Their dreams of flying a kite seemed to be foiled. But as luck would have it, an idea of Andy's came to his head like a flag on a mailbox.
"I know how we can get wind!"
"How can we do that, you have a giant wind tunnel in the back of your car?"
"No you fool! We will use the car for wind!"
"The car? That is ridiculous. How on earth is a car going to create wind?"
"Oh Seth, such an ignorant man. It's simple ill drive the car and you can pull the kite the outside window!"
A slight pause fell over the area, as enlightenment struck Seth's face.
"My God Andy, you're a genius!"
The boys raced to the car, Andrew threw on his seat belt as he threw the car into gear. At the time Seth is sticking his head out the window with the kite trailing behind. With the kite as ready as it can be Seth lets the signal fly.
"Ok, I think, were as ready as ready can be. Ready, set, engage!"
The tires squeal at a high pitch as the smell of rubber wafts into the car. Smoke plums out of the tires as they set off. Down the street and up the hill, as Seth tries to get the kite off the ground, a struggle is had like a battle of life or death as the kite is dragged along the asphalt.
"I can't seem to get the kite up in the air!"
Seth shouted over the roar of the car.
"I'm pretty sure we didn't think this one fully through, the wind keeps pushing the kite into the street."
"Well try harder you son of a gun! Lift higher you have to get it off the ground!"
"Yeah, I don't know how well that's going to work, I can see pieces of it scattered and ripped off along the entire street."
But I wasn't going to let that get me down, we were almost to the end of my street and I had to make that kite fly. So Seth mustered up as much strength as he could gather to whip the thin string up. And to their luck, success! The kite lifted off the ground, and was flapping and flailing around from the high wind resistance, the kite repeatedly smashed into the ground up and down breaking off more and more. But us flyers didn't give up hope, for the street was ending.
"Ok Andy this is where my street ends, let's turn back the fields are up here."
The local high school baseball fields were at the top of the hill, and there was a baseball game today, many parents attending.
"Oh we're not done till we get that kite flying." Said Andy with vigor and confidence in his voice, as he turned the street
The kite was still in air, as the two boys speed past the baseball fields. Many on look to see a pair of boys clearly speeding down a residential street with a kite dragged behind their car. With concern in his voice,
"Now Andy I know we didn't look it up, but I can put a safe bet on the fact that this is pretty illegal. " With concern in Seth's voice,
The speeding continued down the street, as a new obstacle arose. Power lines crossed over the street the entire way down, and don't let us forget we have a large kite attached to the end of a long string. Fearing for a blast of electricity, evasive measures were taken; as Seth began to maneuver the speeding kite under power lines.
"Well Andy no longer is this just illegal now this is clearly dangerous, I don't want to be a negative Nancy or nothing but I fear for my physical well being.
Andrew scoffs as he pulls a u-turn blocks away from the house.
"Fine, if you're going to whine, ill take us back. But you're not pulling that kite in; this is way too much fun and your idea to begin with Buster Brown."
So the process was repeated. Careful tactics to avoid the deadly power lines and the chance of baseball mothers contacting the authorities, we once again reached the house. But to our loathing, a bigger problem stood at the bottom of the driveway. Seth's father loomed over the upcoming car with a busted kite dragging up the rear. His gaze pierced the soul of both of us as we approached the house. The window rolls down.
"Hey Dad! Now you see we can explain there was this kite flying challenge on the Internet that told us…"
Seth's father now breaking stare interrupts the lie.
"Oh yeah? And I'm the Royal Duke of Nottingham, here to deliver you a piece of chocolate cake."
Fully aware of his imminent demise, sarcasm could only come out of Seth's mouth.
"Your highness?"
"Ha!"
He let out a fake laugh.
"Not funny. Get in the house now, you can't drive with Andy anymore, not at least till your both sane. Andy you go home."
And Andy fearing for the worst did as such and retreated home. In all the moral of the story is, when boredom strikes the ideas that seem the most dumb might be fun, but just stick with a videogame or something.
Andrew Pearson bellowed at the top of his lungs. He was an ordinary kid, scruffy short down hair, and wore a t-shirt with a funny design depicting a stick figure complaining about chores; the typical teenager,
"What in all of kingdom come are we going to do?"
He stated as he pressed his hands against his face in anguish.
"We have literally done nothing, but sit around all day and throw cards in a hat."
Andy looked over at his counterpart across the room; strewn on the couch with his arms behind his head as one leg draped on the ground and the other over the armrest, he sat up in disgust.
"Yeah you're right, although it was fun until we figured out we had to get up to pick back up the cards"
Seth was no less of an average boy, jeans a sweatshirt and a cap to complete his wardrobe on a simple day of leisure. Their concern of the ever-growing boredom began to rise.
"We could always go out for a drive, I suppose."
Andy said with malcontent in his tone. No less then a month ago, Andy turned sixteen. A big step for any boy in their life, one year closer to being an adult. But most importantly the new privilege of the right to drive.
"Well, that could be a minor form of entertainment, but where would we go."
The shot to the apparent plan was a blow to both the boys' displeasure. The room was silent for no more then a few minutes, when Seth's mind was struck with ideas.
"I've got it! You know what I haven't done in a while?
Expecting a response he turns to Andy in excitement. Nothing but a shrug is offered.
"A kite! I haven't flown a kite in forever! That could be a blast for like, ten minutes tops!"
Andrew ponders for no more then a few moments.
"Well my only other suggestion was going to be videogames, so I say we do it!
To their amazement when they grabbed the kite and when outside, there was no wind to be found. The trees didn't sway and you could stand a piece of paper on its side without it tipping it was so still.
"In all, I think this was the one thing that could put a damper on our plan, and it happened." Seth said with a pout.
Discouragement filled the air around the boys. Their dreams of flying a kite seemed to be foiled. But as luck would have it, an idea of Andy's came to his head like a flag on a mailbox.
"I know how we can get wind!"
"How can we do that, you have a giant wind tunnel in the back of your car?"
"No you fool! We will use the car for wind!"
"The car? That is ridiculous. How on earth is a car going to create wind?"
"Oh Seth, such an ignorant man. It's simple ill drive the car and you can pull the kite the outside window!"
A slight pause fell over the area, as enlightenment struck Seth's face.
"My God Andy, you're a genius!"
The boys raced to the car, Andrew threw on his seat belt as he threw the car into gear. At the time Seth is sticking his head out the window with the kite trailing behind. With the kite as ready as it can be Seth lets the signal fly.
"Ok, I think, were as ready as ready can be. Ready, set, engage!"
The tires squeal at a high pitch as the smell of rubber wafts into the car. Smoke plums out of the tires as they set off. Down the street and up the hill, as Seth tries to get the kite off the ground, a struggle is had like a battle of life or death as the kite is dragged along the asphalt.
"I can't seem to get the kite up in the air!"
Seth shouted over the roar of the car.
"I'm pretty sure we didn't think this one fully through, the wind keeps pushing the kite into the street."
"Well try harder you son of a gun! Lift higher you have to get it off the ground!"
"Yeah, I don't know how well that's going to work, I can see pieces of it scattered and ripped off along the entire street."
But I wasn't going to let that get me down, we were almost to the end of my street and I had to make that kite fly. So Seth mustered up as much strength as he could gather to whip the thin string up. And to their luck, success! The kite lifted off the ground, and was flapping and flailing around from the high wind resistance, the kite repeatedly smashed into the ground up and down breaking off more and more. But us flyers didn't give up hope, for the street was ending.
"Ok Andy this is where my street ends, let's turn back the fields are up here."
The local high school baseball fields were at the top of the hill, and there was a baseball game today, many parents attending.
"Oh we're not done till we get that kite flying." Said Andy with vigor and confidence in his voice, as he turned the street
The kite was still in air, as the two boys speed past the baseball fields. Many on look to see a pair of boys clearly speeding down a residential street with a kite dragged behind their car. With concern in his voice,
"Now Andy I know we didn't look it up, but I can put a safe bet on the fact that this is pretty illegal. " With concern in Seth's voice,
The speeding continued down the street, as a new obstacle arose. Power lines crossed over the street the entire way down, and don't let us forget we have a large kite attached to the end of a long string. Fearing for a blast of electricity, evasive measures were taken; as Seth began to maneuver the speeding kite under power lines.
"Well Andy no longer is this just illegal now this is clearly dangerous, I don't want to be a negative Nancy or nothing but I fear for my physical well being.
Andrew scoffs as he pulls a u-turn blocks away from the house.
"Fine, if you're going to whine, ill take us back. But you're not pulling that kite in; this is way too much fun and your idea to begin with Buster Brown."
So the process was repeated. Careful tactics to avoid the deadly power lines and the chance of baseball mothers contacting the authorities, we once again reached the house. But to our loathing, a bigger problem stood at the bottom of the driveway. Seth's father loomed over the upcoming car with a busted kite dragging up the rear. His gaze pierced the soul of both of us as we approached the house. The window rolls down.
"Hey Dad! Now you see we can explain there was this kite flying challenge on the Internet that told us…"
Seth's father now breaking stare interrupts the lie.
"Oh yeah? And I'm the Royal Duke of Nottingham, here to deliver you a piece of chocolate cake."
Fully aware of his imminent demise, sarcasm could only come out of Seth's mouth.
"Your highness?"
"Ha!"
He let out a fake laugh.
"Not funny. Get in the house now, you can't drive with Andy anymore, not at least till your both sane. Andy you go home."
And Andy fearing for the worst did as such and retreated home. In all the moral of the story is, when boredom strikes the ideas that seem the most dumb might be fun, but just stick with a videogame or something.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Breathe
I am living in New York for a month. I am studying at the New York Film Academy, and this is my first film. its short titled "Breathe" featuring Pink Floyd. Its a Mies-En Scene, no dialog, no cuts, one fluent shot.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Senior Photography 2009 (cont')
Hi there! well this is my first year doing senior photography, so when it came to making packages i figured this the best way to set forms of payment versus what is in the package. so i am 100% open to talking about making a deal that best suits you.
i will have ad's posted on here below, feel free to on them to get all the information and examples of my work. print it off and get the contact info. message me here, or at any of the other labels below. feel free to contact me any time you want (prefer by email) to set up an appointment.
(763)-807-5310
sjophotography@yahoo.com
www.myspace.com/sethjoe
The Packages As Followed:
Each set includes a group of photos that you pick out yourself.
1 hour - 45$ - 15 photos - 2 outfits
1 1/2 hours - 70$ - 20 photos - 2 outfits
2 hours - 100$ - 30 photos - 3 outfits
2 1/2 hours - 115$ - 35 photos - 3 outfits
3 hours - 130$ - 50 photos - 5 outfits
I have access to photo shop and i have grand knowledge of the program and will be willing to polish any acne/blemishes/scars any thing you want wiped away for an even more beautiful picture of your face for all your friends and family. want any thing special done? if you have any special graphics and edits (special back rounds, black and white and color) any thing you can think of for a simple price of 4 dollars per photo.
Not only will you get original yet interesting photographs, but the part originality is up to you. the location of your photos are at your finger tips, pick any place in the state of Minnesota, have a favorite cabin? how about a river or park you enjoy to sit by, take your pick from anything. you say you participate in after school activities? bring props form your sports team ranging form any thing you want, hockey sticks to trombones. if you want it in the photo you can have it.
Upon request photos with a custom embroidery containing a personal message about you can be placed on the photo FREE of charge. sayings like (Totino Grace Class of 2009 or Your Name Class of 2009)Text and color are your choice.
Printing is sadly unavailable, i provide the files and you will have to get the photos printed at Kinko's or Target. Im sorry for the inconvenience.
i promise you my most professional work on every photo, sadly not every photo will work. I will offer my most professional and as expert of opinion on choosing the best photos of you. i have a unique style of photography that will show off your best features. the angles i choose will not only be flattering but interesting to look at that will have people drawn to your photos more then any other. if the examples i have provided on this page are not enough proof that i have it takes to make you looking your best, i have provided a link to my personal photo web site that show cases my best work.
www.photoblog.com/dethdrummer34406
i check my email all the time and i always have my phone with me and i'm free for an appointment any time you need starting July 27. with address provided in a timely fashion a disc will be mailed or a series of emails will be sent containing your photographs. please contact me when ever free and remember a picture is worth 1000 words.
i will have ad's posted on here below, feel free to on them to get all the information and examples of my work. print it off and get the contact info. message me here, or at any of the other labels below. feel free to contact me any time you want (prefer by email) to set up an appointment.
(763)-807-5310
sjophotography@yahoo.com
www.myspace.com/sethjoe
The Packages As Followed:
Each set includes a group of photos that you pick out yourself.
1 hour - 45$ - 15 photos - 2 outfits
1 1/2 hours - 70$ - 20 photos - 2 outfits
2 hours - 100$ - 30 photos - 3 outfits
2 1/2 hours - 115$ - 35 photos - 3 outfits
3 hours - 130$ - 50 photos - 5 outfits
I have access to photo shop and i have grand knowledge of the program and will be willing to polish any acne/blemishes/scars any thing you want wiped away for an even more beautiful picture of your face for all your friends and family. want any thing special done? if you have any special graphics and edits (special back rounds, black and white and color) any thing you can think of for a simple price of 4 dollars per photo.
Not only will you get original yet interesting photographs, but the part originality is up to you. the location of your photos are at your finger tips, pick any place in the state of Minnesota, have a favorite cabin? how about a river or park you enjoy to sit by, take your pick from anything. you say you participate in after school activities? bring props form your sports team ranging form any thing you want, hockey sticks to trombones. if you want it in the photo you can have it.
Upon request photos with a custom embroidery containing a personal message about you can be placed on the photo FREE of charge. sayings like (Totino Grace Class of 2009 or Your Name Class of 2009)Text and color are your choice.
Printing is sadly unavailable, i provide the files and you will have to get the photos printed at Kinko's or Target. Im sorry for the inconvenience.
i promise you my most professional work on every photo, sadly not every photo will work. I will offer my most professional and as expert of opinion on choosing the best photos of you. i have a unique style of photography that will show off your best features. the angles i choose will not only be flattering but interesting to look at that will have people drawn to your photos more then any other. if the examples i have provided on this page are not enough proof that i have it takes to make you looking your best, i have provided a link to my personal photo web site that show cases my best work.
www.photoblog.com/dethdrummer34406
i check my email all the time and i always have my phone with me and i'm free for an appointment any time you need starting July 27. with address provided in a timely fashion a disc will be mailed or a series of emails will be sent containing your photographs. please contact me when ever free and remember a picture is worth 1000 words.
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