Decisions

Just a little Something I wrote a long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...

Decisions

I was only three years old when my house was burnt down. I was out sleeping over my grandparents so my parents could have a peaceful night alone. At least this is what I was told. My parents weren’t able to escape the blazing house in time. That was the night they passed away. No one could figure out what had led to the house being burnt down. The firefighters said it may have started from a lit candle, but I have my doubts. My name is Alex Green and this is my story.

If My Life Was An Action Movie.

The alarm goes off. The clock says 6:30. I have 15 more minutes to lay in bed and maybe even get some more sleep.Beep, Beep, Bee..I hit the alarm to end the snooze. I know I have 5 more minutes before I have to get up, be dressed, and waiting monotonously for the bus to come. I throw my lunch in a bag and walk, the same 200 foot path to the bus stop I do everyday. Something was different about today though and I felt it, the way the air flowed, the ground was shaky, something was brewing, something big.

Ideas and Creations: A Look Into My Mind

It was not but a few nights past that an idea came into my brain. An idea so radical, so purely exhilarating that I believe it must come to fruition (woohoo used my word of the week again) Let me bring you up to speed on the scenario where such an idea came from. I was sorting through more socks than any one family should own when I ended up throwing away many for being too small, holes in them, dirty and gross.

I thought to myself why not create the "PERFECT' sock. Slowly things were added to this sock, but this is my list as of now. A greater thickness, in the whole sock in general, also in the heel and slightly more in the toes where it always seems to rip/tear. They would be well ventilated as to decrease the amount of sweat accumulated and product testing  indicates the possibility of scented socks, yes I did just say scented socks. They would have my brand name logo (Listed) to be placed where I so desire. This sock is racist tho and available in all colors except yellow and white, so as to limit the dirtiness it can sustain. Also, a 2 year guarantee of any rips/tears from normal wear an tear (this means walking, not for use in a submarine although a wet sock is in development and not for use as a shoe. Basically wear shoes when you go outside you fool)

Have a good life, suckerrss

R.I.P.

The words death are often spoken of in such a negative connotation and rip the fabric of peoples souls. But why can't death be a happy and a sad time. Remembering the good times, and remembering god has purposed a time on earth when "death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcrying, nor pain be anymore." Gods granting us a time when the world will be perfect. When one car accident leading to the death a young teenage boy isn't the end of a sad life but the beginning of a perfect one. We must hold our heads up, to rise above sadness and not let Satan trap us into his devious and depressing traps. We need to keep our faith strong, we need to not be saddened by death but make it an increase of resolve to love, be faithful and always look towards the future with endurance in our hearts, and good times and a bible in our hands.


Goodnight.

Faces Masked With Discretion.

I feel myself get boiled and lit up inside. I have just insane amounts of fueled and brilliant anger locked away. But you would never know. I look normal, act normal but what I feel always keeps me edgey and ready to pounce.I hold myself to such a bloody (yes im going British here for a bit) high level I often fall short and then get all pissy and whiny and irritated with myself. A glimpse into my mind reveals torment, hatred of love (im a 16 year old boy going through emotional heartache, what do you expect) and an overwhelming sense of under achievement . Anyway my dedicated blog readers (a solid two people ) were getting bored so I figured entertaining you with my emotional parodies would at least distract you from realizing I haven't posted in a good month. Writers block is starting to vanish and the gears in my metallic head are turning. More to come
PeaCe!

AHH! Writers Block

I'm having writers block to the point where I stare at a blank page writing and deleting words for hours. Posting will resume soon if I can beat this. Sorry for lack off at the moment.


Love you all. Ben