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Good Morning The Micro Fiction Series: Part 16

 

Vincent hears an alarm in the distance. It gets louder and louder. He opens his eyes. He is back in his bed at home. He is shocked. He jolts up and is sitting up in his bed. He turns off his alarm. He looks around. “OMG it was only a dream.” He laughs. “What did I eat before I went to bed last night!?!” He stretches and gets out of bed. He is just wearing shorts. He walks to the door in his bedroom. He opens the door and it’s a brick wall. “What the….”

 

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Good Morning The Micro Fiction Series: Part 15

Vincent and David are holding hands thru the TV. “How is this possible?” David replies, “Vincent anything is possible.” “David where have you been?” “I’ve been with you all along”

“No that was Sidney. And…He’s gone.” “Vincent I’ve been with you all along.” “Then why haven’t I seen you? Why are we here? I saw where we are.” “Vincent, I will tell you everything.  You must come here with me.” “In the TV???” “Yes”. Then David yanks Vincent thru the TV.

 

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Good Morning The Micro Fiction Series: Part 14

Vincent sees the brown TV in the center of the far right wall. He looks down and now he is in a brown jumpsuit. The room is all brown. Furniture, walls and ceiling. Something is drawing him to the TV. He gets up slowly and stumbled over to the TV. It’s an old fashioned TV with knobs. He kneels down and turns the ON knob. There is no sound. Just a white background. He’s staring and then suddenly that person who looks like him in  a brown suit appears. Vincent looks, “David?! David!!” David says “Yes it’s me Vincent” Then he reaches his hand towards him. Vincent touches the TV. Their hands meet then their hands connect. Vincent is shocked.

 

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Good Morning The Micro Fiction Series: Part 13

Vincent wakes up in a Brown room, but this room is unlike the others. It has furniture in it. All brown of course! Vincent who is no longer strapped to the bed is able to sit up and see the brown couches and brown tables and chairs; the brown dressers and rugs.  He eyes stop at one thing in the center of the far right wall…a brown TV.

 

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Good Morning: The Micro Fiction Series Part 12

In the blue room still, Strapped to a twin bed, dried tears on his face, Vincent looks up and sees a man who looks just like him and Sidney dressed in a brown suit. “David…David is that you.?” The man nods Yes and then take his hands and places them over Vincent’s ears. He holds them there for a few seconds and when he releases them, the room is silent. Vincent is mouthing words but nothing is coming out. Vincent starts to panic. David places his hands over Vincents eyes, and Vincent falls asleep.

 

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September 11th: Continue Creating Art!

For ME , I try to live my life in gratitude! Unlike those on that fateful day, I got a chance to continue living! One of the ways that I honor them is by creating art. I paint, write, and do music. Sometimes its angry. Other times its peaceful. Many times its really expressive! and LOUD! But I have my moment of stillness and quiet and calm.

I share this day with all the artists in the world! Keep creating! Keep sharing. Keep living!

 
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Posted by on September 11, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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AM I DONE?! By James Lott Jr

 

 

I was working on a spoken word piece the other day and i have decided to share with you some of it. I don’t know if i will continue to work on it or not. This may be it! Not sure. That’s the great thing about creating, you never have to stop!

AM I DONE?!

That’s it

I’m done

I can’t do this anymore

It’s not producing any results

I’m still in the same spot

For awhile I was okay with it

Now I’m over it

I’m bored with it

I’m not gonna cry over it

No more looking

No more searching, casual or seriously

I’m not calling the right people to me

It’s me

It’s me

I know

I get it

I can’t blame anyone else

I am out of options

It is not working

I’m done

I’m done

Letting it go

Moving on

Going down a different path

I can’t do that anymore

It’s not serving me well

It’s not serving me at all

I’m done

I’m done

I’m done

And it’s okay.

 

 
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Posted by on September 8, 2015 in Spoken Word/Poetry