Scenario

ok...another scenario post - just continue the story where the last one left off 🤢gt;

It's a Friday afternoon. Part of a pattern you've come to know well; calling in sick and stretching your weekend over one extra day. The summer season so suitably structured for vocational apathy.

But today seems different. Like a spitting static preceeding a storm, there's something about today that prevents you from relaxing. The wind makes little eddies of dust on the long dirt track that points towards the road. Though the windows are closed, you can feel the air circling against your skin.

It's far too hot to be indoors and almost unbearable beneath the sun. The only place that can offer any refuge on a day like this is the creek behind your house, so you make your way towards it. Bare feet and burning granite. But the creek is dry. And yet you hear the water streaming from behind the rocks.

You follow the sound until you find an opening in the rocks and crawl through the darkness. The tunnel seems to be getting smaller and smaller and the water you are crawling through is so cold it starts to numb your fingers.

Then just when you have almost convinced yourself to turn back............

...something catches your eye! It appears to be a piece of pink celephane plastic; probably just garbage but still worth taking a look; how can you pass the on the color pink? Pink is not
anything to be ignored!
You have to pick it up and look at it and check it out;it could be something REALLY good!

Ok, what do we have here—
Afew purple hairs were potruding from the plastic, interesting...mmmm smells like maybe a skunk hit it! Geez my hands are froze
fummbling, but still curious; you struggle and finally the pink gives and open and BINGO!!!

Yup! there was a reason you called in sick; it was meant to be! What you needed was right under your nose. Wankan Tankan had sent you there to get well. It looked like a button but it was leafy and purple and sticky and smelled strong.

In your buckskin belt pouch, you take out your peace pipe and scrunch some of that green down. Some how your fingers are working find, amazingly efficent!!! You lay the fire to it and inhale. WOW! *cough, hack* that is some good chit. Let's try it one more time.

Ok, I'm good to go! But I can't go;I can't seem to move. All the sudden I am paralized from the scalp down. Need to sit down and think about this. It is kind of nice here. That dry creek bed was filling up again;and it sounded really sweet, running water, blue sky, perfect temp; the rest of the world seemed to go completely quite; I could hear nothing but creek and the thoughts im my head; complete peace, and then...

YOU are a wonderful, creative writer...do you do this for a living? I am enjoying this...what's next? and then...... as I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this strong urge to grab you
and squeeze you, because I can't forget last night. You came to me
unexpectedly during the balmy and calm night, and what happened in my bed
still leaves a tingling sensation in me.

You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly, without any reservations, laid
upon my naked body...you sensed my indifference, so you started to bite my
body without any guilt or humiliation, and you drove me crazy while you
sucked me dry.

Finally I went to sleep. Today when I woke up, you were gone, I searched for
you but to no avail, only the sheets bore witness to last night's events. My
body still shows your marks, making it harder to forget you.

Tonight I will remain awake waiting for you.........still waiting.....and waiting.....for,

.............you, mosquito!



comes after the, "and then....."——

I love this too! Gems are the best writers ever! We have a strange but good imagination that some people lose as they get older. Very nice!

Let's start another story.... someone finish it!


I wake up this morning with of rush of energy that I can't describe. I look out my window and there is a little green garbage man staring back at me. His lips are forming the words"I love you, I love you". You get a little closer to the window, and wonder if he is joking...Could he be saying "Alligator food, alligator food". You open the window and leap onto the green painted grass. standing miles high over the green man, and you say.....

...are you talkin to ME? I don't think you're talkin to me! Ok, say it again! Well, I am pretty sure you said alligator food and not " I love you" but you know what I say...CLOSE ENOUGH!!! HAHAHAHAHA!

Just then the little dicky took off and I had to go after him once again!! Why is it always me that has to do all the running around?

Ah, hahahhahahah! got him, finally! I knew it! It was the infamous 'Struvelpatta' very, very bad little knome/troll! He is always causing problems, but he is one sexy little guy and if you put him in your pocket, he does wonderful things under your clothes weeeeeeeee! I'll have to keep him around and hopefully I can feed him my special mixture of cheese, jellybeans, fruitloops, coco, and peanutbutter and make him grow full sized...oh! what a dream that would be!! Just think what I could do with him when he's full sized...OOch! sucker bit me, jumps out my pocket and is loose again. Uh, Oh! I loose sight of him and now....

this is fun and works well if you just think as you type!ok next and now....

I decided to call garbage control! I think they will catch him before I can. So I dial 1-800-getridofpestygarbagemen. and they come to my rescue. I tell them that the man has tried to rape me, even though I like it a lot in secret. Something about their little bodies.lol. I tell them that he is a little different from any other little garbage man. He's about an inch taller than the others. Very sexy! The garbage people immediately get to my home and we go together to look for hi. We searched all over the city of Trash and it took about an hour before we found him raping another woman. Accept I was jealous, why did he ever come to my window and tell me "alligator food" if he didn't mean it. Damn Garbage Men! This is the last time I will let another get close. So, I decide to grab him and I put him in my purse, holding it close. I took him home and I lavished him in olive oil. I then diced him up. But to my astonishment, the fhucker was still alive! He was lip synching again. He said "alligator food, alligator food". I then realized even after I had cut him up, he still cared. I then.....

...loved him like no other; I just wanted him to be as happy, so I took really good care of him; I lavished the little quacker with more affection than anyone could possibly stand, and he ate it allup and guess what— he grew and grew and grew to an astonishing 8 inches tall and 6'2" long ( and thats laying down)!!!!!! Once again my dreams had come true!!! And....

...they lived happily ever after.

The End?

...but nothing lasts forever...and in the marvellous gemini world where men are insignificant and don't cause too much trouble (HA!) and each moment lasts on average for about 1/64th of a blink of an eye, you know it can't be long before chaos decides to rear its charming head again.

So you bend down to tie up your shoelace. STUPID, STUPID GIRL/BOY!!! You remember that the world has a tendency to fall apart every time you stop concentrating on it, and then suddenly, with all the predictability of a gemini arriving at an appointment (HA!) it happens again.

You look up and see the edges of the sky melting into the treeline. A woman walks past you and her fingers are bananas. A crowd of David Hasselhoff impersonators is running towards you!!

You can't just sit there pulling out your hair with your tentacles. You've got to fix this mess! There's only one thing for you to do........

...sheesh, ain't no thing....it's quit simple, and it will take care of everything!!!! hahahaha! You found the answer sometime ago, years before; you learned it quite well from watching Sissy do it in the movie 'Firestarter', you know the movie where she thinks bad things about someone and then it happens),but it is only used on the rarest of occassions, so there is plenty of time to get away from these scary David Hasslehoff impersonators.

I grab Struvelpatta and his magic gun and don't forget the puppies and we make a get-a-way; running for the hills! We run like the wind and nobody, not even the chica with the fingers, has a chance at keeping up with us; only one and he is a super steroidist Hasselhoff Cromagnum! His huge bulging muscles are knotted and sweaty as he tries hard to catch us; his mean distorted face shows me that he is not kidding around, but he has no clue what he is up against! ahhahahaha Looking back he is remotely close. OOpps, damn, I dropped our Struvel and his magic gun! God, that gun of his. It's the only thing worth living for, and I can't, no I won't, live for long without them! Ok, it looks like its time to turn the puppies loose on this bastard; I can only do so much by myself! Wow! can't believe what just happened next...

...well, let me tell ya what happens next. It's the oldest story in the book. Just when you thought you got rid of one of the Hasselhoff imposters, more of them start popping up!!!! Everywhere you go! What happen to all the real people?? You can't keep this up, so the best thing to do is find a little safe house, hunker down with you and the pups and hopefully struvelpatta will behave himself and stick around, and if not, well...

...we will just have to be quiet and wait for the Magic Santa to come and he will take care of it and make everything perfect!!! Yes!

'scuse me 205, but what is that 'green' you are stuffing into your peace pipe and smoking? And could you pass that around, PLEASE??!!!!

HAH! there is nothing in my pipe, not mine...don't smoke anymore! My mind doesn't handle it very well!!! Never did! My drug of choice was never that!

well you don't have to smoke anything to be creative and a good writer. Now you tell me...wasn't that creative and how many people do you know that can think of things that quickly..only geminis. I guess you wouldn't understand

twinkee77

I'm not a gem, Twink. I do like to play though, and thanks for the flowers! 🙂

Flowers...but I sent chocolate...—

I am he...
He is she...
She is me for we are we...!!!

All are great...
All are free...
All are God's, we're ment to be.

Be as he...
Be as me...
Be as she, cause we are He.

He above...
He below...
He that is, and runs the show.

So lets just be...
Be he, Be free...
Be all that we through he can be.

Durrie,

Loved your poem! Interesting style ! I especially liked the last line!!!

Thanks Sunflower...you are very kind.

It was one of those moments hey...took me litterally two minutes to write...like it was comming from somewhere else...and I think you know from where I mean...!!!

Thanks for your kind words...take care...
Durrie.