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February 7, 2011

Death by Internet deprivation

Lee plopped in front of her aging computer and plugged it in. The plastic chair she was sitting on was bound to give away, but she really did not care. She had a lot to do, and a lot of brainstorming to tackle, and somehow, she just could not put her thoughts in order. This seemed to be the reason why she had frequent headaches – or it could be something else entirely.

It took a while for her computer to boot up, but there was nothing she could do but wait. She had given up pretty much everything else that she owned just in order to put food on the table. Her phone was now gone, some of her bags, some clothes, some jewelry. GONE. Just so she could purchase some groceries enough to tide them over for one or two days.

Somebody suggested that she should give up her computer. “Sell it for parts,” her friend said. But no, she could not.

Her friend made a good argument about how the computer was an added expense, plus there’s the Internet that she had to deal with. More expenses, expenses, expenses! So the least that she could do to alleviate her expenses was get rid of her computer, and have her Internet connection cut off. After it, it was barely even there.

But, NO.

Lee stared at the computer screen, her mind a whirl. What to do now? It seemed that the only thing she could manage to think of at the moment is to find other means of surviving. Writing always helps, and for lack of anything to do she logged onto her blog and typed away:

Feb 7, 2011
Currently feeling: SCREWED

Title: Will write for food
Content:
Writing is something I love to do. Battling writer’s block is something I loathe but something that I have to do.

Currently, I am running out of options, and I have resorted to selling my goods, stuff, and services. All this in the name of food, warmth, and the occassional need for Twin Popsies.

Mmm… Twin Popsies sounds divine, don’t you agree? It is cheap but it definitely quick to make me feel loved and blissful.

On to other ideas, I cannot possibly part with my Internet connection and my beat up excuse of a computer. This has possibilities, I see, something that I should make the most of and not just use to check Facebook or blog. I should really make use of everything that I have especially during these dire instances.

I’ve done it before.

I can do it again.

So help me.

For now, I know that I am definitely SCREWED. But while I breathe, I hope.

xoxo,
Lee

 

Clicking the “Publish” button, Lee sat back and thought hard. Losing the Internet connection and the computer with be the death of her.

There is just so many things that she could do online, but right now, she did not know where to start. Without her computer, without Internet connection, she would probably die.

She could see the headlines now, WOMAN DIES AFTER INTERNET DISCONNECTION. Perfect.

Logging onto Facebook, Lee posted, “WILL WRITE FOR FOOD AND TWIN POPSIES.”

And almost instantly, Rick “Liked” the status, and Lee smiled. She would definitely make it through another day.

*Yet another entry to DailyPost. I am lagging behind!! !#@$%!%!@#$!@#*

January 22, 2011

Veritas

Can I handle the truth?

Lee asked herself for the nth time. She knew what was coming, she knew she deserved every bit of truth – hard, raw, and straight right at her. Running was not an option; hiding was out of the question. She knew, this week would test her courage and strength. She knew, it was the inevitable, so the only thing she can do was decide: Fight or Flee?

Rick nudged her arm and Lee realized she must have drifted off again. These days her head flew wherever, sometimes in an attempt to take her mind off pressing matters. They would not understand, Lee thought to herself. How could they when all they think about is what they see, and not what is true at least for her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Rick quietly.

Lee shook her head and said, “Nothing. Just thinking about things.” Her voice trailed off as though once more drifting into outer space.

Rick sighed and wrapped his arms around Lee, squeezing her.

Lee leaned back and stared blankly at the slowly descending sun, and remained still.

Though Lee remained silent, Rick could see how troubled she was, but she refused to talk. He could not push her to talk as well, because he knew she would talk when she was ready. Still, he wished there was something he could do.

“I was thinking about the truth,” Lee finally said. “I was thinking how many things would eventually come out, and how some people would start hammering me with accusations and words that will definitely hurt. And… I’m scared.”

Rick tightened his arms around her and said, “Facing the truth is hard. It definitely requires courage; courage that most people cannot handle.

“I know that you are hurting now,” Rick continued, “but I want you to know that you are a wonderful person, and a tough one at that. And while I did not approve of some of the things that you did, but I know that you did those with the consequences in mind. So you are expecting these confrontations as well.”

Lee sighed and said, “Yeah. I know. I have my reasons too.” But perhaps not you nor anybody else would understand. I do have my reasons, and though foolish, sometimes I have to stick to my decisions and be big enough to face the consequence, Lee thought.

“Well, would you rather that you remained innocent of the truth? Or know how they truly feel?” asked Rick.

“I honestly prefer to know the truth rather than create false truths in my brain,” said Lee. “But my mother said that sometimes innocence is bliss, because it relieves people from grief. So I guess the truth will always set you free, but there are always instances where keeping people in the dark is best.”

“Yeah, I have to agree.” said Rick. “You know,” Rick continued, “whatever it is that is going to happen, the truth will hurt you, but you just have to face these things. The more you run from the truth, the more you are troubled. So be strong. I know you are.”

Rick pulled Lee closer and breathed into her hair smelling the sweet scent of her shampoo. Lee shivered and the gesture and snuggled closer.

The truth was on a fast train that was headed right for her. All she knew now was brace herself and be ready for the truth to hit.

*Post was made as an answer of some sort to the DailyPost question of the day.*

January 18, 2011

Because… the Fates said so

“I am not in the mood, go away!” cried Lee, rubbing the back of her neck woefully. “I do not want to answer anything you want to ask me, Rick, please, please, please, go away!”

“Oh come on Oscar the Grouch, Groucho Marx, Grumpy,” said Rick, slowly massaging Lee’s back as he continued to badger her with questions about the Fates, Oracles, and how things are supposed to be.

“Rick, I am so tired right now that I cannot even think. You rubbing me that way doesn’t help because all I can think about now is going to sleep,” answered Lee, her eyes half closed with her head swaying slightly backwards as Rick continued to massage her nape. “Besides, what would I know? What do you think I am? A walking encyclopedia?”

“Not really,” Rick replied, “more like somebody who is into these types of things.” He took the liniment Lee had on her computer table and poured some on his hands before continuing his massage. “I just wanted to know if you think things happen for a reason.”

Lee moaned softly, clearly enjoying the impromptu massage, and said, “you keep doing what you do, and I will tell you that if I fall asleep right now it is because of what you are doing… See? Reasons. Always reasons…” Lee rambled on drowsily.

Rick stopped and turned Lee’s chair around facing him and said, “Hey! Answer me directly and I promise I will let you do whatever you want to do afterwards. I just need to know, okay?”

Lee straightened up, shook her head and faced Rick. “Fine,” she said, breathing deeply, “I believe that things happen for a reason. Because life is made up of cause and effect. However, in every situation we are given choices which as humans, we have free will to decide which way we go. Still, there will a greater scheme of things that in one way or another is where we are supposed to be.”

Lee shook her head and continued, “I don’t know about you, but I think things happen just because they should happen.” Raising her head, she then said, “I know for one that if I do not get any sleep, I will be cranky, and if I am cranky, nobody gets lucky. So if nobody gets lucky, perhaps it will be for the best.

“However, since you are so kind and you will let me get my due rest, you will most likely benefit from a nice breakfast tomorrow morning and your day will be nice because I am turning in early.”

After seeing Lee yawn like a sleepy cat, he had nothing more to say but shrug and smile, he said, “Okay, babe, whether I get lucky or not tonight, I know it will be for the best. I get it. Obviously, you are very sleepy because I don’t think I understood much of your rambling tonight.”

Kissing Lee lightly on the nose, Rick guided her to the bed, brought her a change of clothes, and tucked her in after she slipped into her nightgown. “Good night, baby, sweet dreams,” said Rick, but there was no reply. Lee was already fast asleep, so Rick just kissed her forehead and turned off the lights before going back to his computer.

*This is me, writing something that resembles nonsense ramblings just to answer the topic for today at The DailyPost. I hope you like it. Slainte!*

 

January 17, 2011

Your everyday radio advice

“You are listening to DYSR – Sunset Radio of sunny Dumzville City, and I am your host, DJ Wick’d, bringing you hot tunes, hot stuff, and hot advice to all my listeners,” spoke the voice from Lee’s radio of her car. “Our lines will be open in a bit, so feel free to holler your questions, requests, and other tidbits you want to share with me and the rest of our listeners. For now, here’s a saucy tune from Toots and the Maytals called ‘Start Me Up’.”

Lee reached for her cell, hesitant at first, but she decided to go on anyway. She blushed at the thought of her question, but she went on anyway. She called DJ Wick’d and posed her question, and gave her alias as “Bitsy.” Who would know it was her? Lee wondered. She shook her head and giggled. “I hope you can help me with my question,” Lee breathed into her cellphone in an attempt to mask her voice.

“Thanks for calling, DYSR,” said a pleasant voice on the other line. “DJ Wick’d will check these out so stay tuned to hear if your question is aired.”

“Great. Thanks!” replied Lee. Hanging up, she sat back and continued to listen to her favorite show of the day. There was something about DJ Wick’d that Lee liked a lot. The voice captivated a lot of people every day, including her, and she felt as though she was listening to a big sister talking about anything and everything.

After the song ended, DJ Wick’d came back on and said, “Well, that was a flood of questions, folks! Interesting. Before I start answering questions, I would just like to give a shoutout to all those who want to know my name. Dudes, it will always be a secret. But thanks for your kind, hot, and naughty thoughts. I will hold on to these whenever those cold nights come along.”

“Okay,” said the DJ, “our first question of the day is quite interesting. It comes for a certain lady named ‘Bitsy’,” a short sexy chuckle came through the waves and the DJ proceeded, “and she wants to know how the hell do we cover up hickies!”

Lee involuntarily blushed upon hearing her question being spoken out loud. She honestly thought it was a dumb question, but she really had to know.

“Well, Bitsy,” said DJ Wick’d, “honey, if I were you, I would not cover it up. Why? Because it is a lovebite. Which means, you got lucky! But since you asked, I will tell you the secret my grammy once told me when I was covered with hickies.”

“What you do is you take the cap of a lipstick, rub it in the spot again and again, but not to the point that you bleed. Just so the area will have blood circulating. Another method is to get a cold spoon or a block of ice on the area but only if its still fresh. Or supposedly rubbing a penny on a wet hickie in a circular motion should do the trick. But I have not found if THAT method works.”

“Tell you what, hun,” continued the DJ, “go grab a stick of concealer and just hide it for the meantime. Besides, if you’re that naughty, you’re bound to get more of those sooner or later!”

“And now,” said DJ Wick’d, “let me get you start making hickies with this next song by Nu Flavor called ‘Sweet Sexy Thing’. Enjoy…”

DJ Wick’d leaned on her seat, switching off the ON AIR sign and sighed. The last question was interesting, she thought. How many times in the past had she tried to hide hickies? She chuckled and closed her eyes listening to the nice groove that Nu Flavor had. In her mind, she hoped that perhaps someday she would also get as lucky as Bitsy.

Meanwhile, Lee turned shifted the gears of her car. She smiled at the advice DJ Wick’d shared, and headed over to the nearest department store. She might as well get a tube of concealer now before she gets caught without one again.

*This post was also written under 30 minutes in response to the question posted at the DailyPost.*

January 16, 2011

Where to now?

*whoosh*

A tunnel of dust and wind formed near the lake and in a flash of light, a vehicle materialized as though being vomited by the vortex of wind. The round glass top of the vehicle lifted upwards and two people stepped out arguing.

“Now, where are we?” asked the slim, dark haired girl, with black glasses and her hair tied up in a high ponytail.

“I think we are in OZ,” laughed her companion.

“You don’t remember, do you?” said Lee, softly hitting her head on the side of the vehicle. “Why did I have to go with you?” she added, still banging her head.

“Where is your sense of adventure?” asked Rick.

“I think I left it in year 2011.”

“Well, boohoo for you!” said Rick. “Come on. Let’s get out of here!”

Rolling her eyes, Lee asked, “Where to now?”

“I don’t know. You decide.” said Rick as he started climbing back into the vehicle. “We have just around an hour left before everybody will start to panic, so we have time for one more stop. Or we could turn back time again,” he added shaking his head.

“There is one place I do want to see,” said Lee softly.

“Yeah? Where? Name your date, time, and place!” Rick said enthusiastically, not noticing the change in Lee’s mood.

“Nevermind. Let’s just go home.”

“What? Why?”

“Time travel is tricky, Rick,” whispered Lee, “you go to places you have wondered for so long, but just that small introduction can cause a ripple that would change everything in its course. I don’t want to risk that.”

Rick stared at her quietly and nodded. “So I guess we’re homeward bound then?” He asked, twisting the dials and setting the date, time, and location of the time machine.

“I guess so,” Lee finally answered as the machine whirred into life. “Where are we anyway?”

“The future,” shrugged Rick, “I wanted to see if we’d end up together.” He said with a shy smile, his ears reddening.

“You goof!” punched Lee, “now why would we end up together in the future when we’re not together now?”

“I don’t know,” said Rick, “wishful thinking I guess.” He said, grinning at Lee.

Lee blushed. Looking straight at Rick’s eyes, Lee cocked an eyebrow and said, “then you have to do something about that big boy.” She winked and added, “otherwise it will never be.”

And with a soft plop, the duo disappeared as though they never were there.

A short distance away, two figures moved among the trees. A middle aged woman and man were watching from the shadows at the spectacular time machine.

A soft laugh came from the woman as she said, “good thing you understood what I meant, big boy.”

“I never saw it coming, Lee,” said Rick, as she pulled Lee into a warm embrace and kissed her softly.

*The story was written in a span of 30 minutes ┬áin an attempt to answer today’s DailyPost question. It the first story that I have written in almost 10 years.*

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