Please write a story . . .?
1. Running out of time
2. Standing here at the crossroads
3. Smack dab in the middle
4. Let me live
5. Easy baby
And, just for fun, you’ll get extra consideration for Best Answer if you manage to work in the title “Q’s Blues.” Seems appropriate, doesn’t it? Keep all your blows above the belt, please.
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This is my little “temporary escape from reality” into the fantasy world of wordplay!!!
“YAHOO, TAKE ME AWAY!!!!!!!”
What’s wrong with reality, you ask.
Easy baby,…PLENTY!!!!! ………….
I WISH I could go back to before I took that FIRST bite of the apple! it was all so simple then! Ignorance was bliss….and life was…… just about my own personal quest for happiness and self-fulfillment!!!
Now that is all changed!! WHY OH WHY did I have to realize it’s not all about me!!!!!!! DAMN!!!!
I’m standing here at the crossroads (actually I’m sitting rather comfortably) and I see three distinct paths.
1) Stay smack dab in the middle. Just keep doing what I’m doing which will let me live in relative ease. Choose to do nothing and just “see what will happen” (which will be nothing!!)
2) Choose the path of least resistance. Avoid confrontation at all costs! Do what is easiest for ME, at the moment, but provides no REAL solution for the dilemma’s at hand.
3) Make the righteous choice that may be difficult at first but will be best for my eternal soul’s journey……………….
HMMMM!………………
Which path shall I choose??
It’s not like I’m running out of time, is it?? I have PLENTY of time to decide, don’t I??? ……….Well………..don’t I ?????…….
I was standing at the crossroads smack dab in the middle of a track and a train was coming my by, I have the Q’s blues, I just screamed loud and said let me live let me live. You said take it easy baby you not running out of time, the train wont be coming by.
GOD Bless
She was aware that she was (1)running out of time as she was dashing to her dearest chocolatier, before she got all cranky and frustrated. To an uninformed person that might come across as a little bit dramatic but anyone that had been around Susanna long enough knew that chocolate had a way of working its magic through her. She would literally start beaming right after downing half a bar. What truly baffled all observers was the fact that she managed to stay so slim despite her not-so-secret-addiction.
Suddenly she saw someone as she was waiting for the light to turn green before crossing the street that she recognized but couldn’t put her finger on. Then it downed on her, the guy across the street was Roger Quast from the band “Q’s Blues”. He turned the corner and disappeared before she had a chance to give any reaction outwardly.
Then she jumped as she heard someone calling out her name right behind her. She whirled around to find her friend Samantha smiling at her.
She took her arm as they crossed the street together, giggling like little girls although they were both in their midthirties.
Susanna squealed to Samantha,” You won’t believe who I just saw. I was (2)standing here at the crossroads, and suddenly it is the guy from “Q’s Blues” just turning around the corner. How cool is that? We have to tell everyone at the office on Monday. Do you want to come and join me picking out some truffles, now?”
Samantha laughed and said,”I figured you were on your way to the chocolatier, when I saw the semi-deranged expression on your face from half a block away. You have to do something about this obsession. You do realize that you are trying to substitude chocolate for something that you are even more passionate about, don’t you?”
Susanna rolled her eyes and replied,”Yeah, yeah, yeah. I took all those psychology classes with you during college, remember? Now, would you please just (4)let me live? This is my way of coping with the loss, when I meet the person whose passion matches mine, I can reduce my chocolate consumption to a once in a blue moon recreational event. However, right now, my friend, we are going to sample some truffles, (3)smack dab in the middle of our mouths and watch eachothers expression as our taste buds explode with pleasure”.
Samantha gave her a mock horrified look and muttered, “(5)Easy baby. Gosh, we’ve got to get you a new boy toy until you find a permenant one”.
Then just before they entered The Belgium Chocolatier, Samantha had a devilish look in her eyes that almost matched the glint of the one in Susanna’s as she fixed her gaze on the chocolate dipped strawberries. She had just thought of the perfect Christmas gift for her dear friend, Susanna.
TO BE CONTINUED
Circa 1876
To recap a story I wrote for one of Silva’s questions……
Trying to recover from her heartache over losing Matt Dillon to Sunshine MacGillicutty, Miss Kitty was willing to try ANYTHING that would assuage her pain.
This is PART TWO, to that story:
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Aik.D7LBITo18xIBOHi537bty6IX?qid=20070712151011AAe637K&show=7#profile-info-AA11728993
We now continue with:
“Kitty’s Vacation”
Miss Kitty Russell’s train arrived in Washington, (3) Smack dab in the middle of rush hour!!! It was chaotic! It was hot and humid! It was Washington, D.C. at 5:50 pm in mid July!!!!!! Kitty stood there on the platform, gathering her suitcases. She felt as if she was (2) Standing here at the crossroads of heaven and hell. With a half smile, she stared up at the sky and said,”(4) Let me live through this,oh, Lord.”
On the one hand, she would finally get a good night’s sleep and a decent meal. On the OTHER hand, there were so many people pushing and shoving, she was getting dizzy. Just when she thought the world was spinning out of control, she fell to the ground……..Fainted dead away!! As luck would have it, someone happened to witness this. He rushed over to her and ordered someone to get a cold cloth……..”(5) Easy baby. You’re going to be fine.” Kitty opened her eyes and stared into his face:
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She fainted again!!
When she finally regained consciousness, she overheard a man telling her ADONIS,I mean…Her rescuer, ” We’re(1) Running out of time, Senator. You MUST come along now.”
Senator Yates paid no attention to his aide. His eyes were fixed on Kitty. And Kitty?……….Well, she was trying hard to shake the cobwebs from her brain so she could truely focus on this nice looking,no; good looking, no; great looking……..
So she could focus on ….HIM !! Her heart hadn’t pounded like this since the last time Matt had held her in his arms. And at this moment in time, if you had asked her what Matt’s last name was, she would not have known. What she DID know was that she was looking into the smoldering eyes of someone she wanted to get to know, better……MUCH better.
TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR PART THREE:
“Kitty’s Vacation”
ROLL CREDITS.
