Naked Dialog: Who’s The Freakin’ Culprit!

Naked Dialog = Dialog only!

Warning! Reading the following dialog might annoy the living shit out of you! Continue at your own discretion.

Hunt: I will now reveal the true culprit behind this hideous crime.

Mike: You don’t have to make an announcement about it! Who is it already!

Hunt: You will have to refrain to from interfering with the investigation. Or I will have to put you into custody.

Mike: Is this guy for real?

David: Just shut the fuck up and let him do his thing. If he doesn’t finish in the next five minutes, I’m going to sleep right on this damn floor!! Continue reading

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My New BOO!

That’s right, baby! I’ll be moving to my new base of operations tonight! No more phone typing for the Greatest Novelist Who Ever Lived! [insert the most-ferociously-evil laugh you’ve never heard here. Like, a really, REALLY evil laugh, one that starts with “Muahaha.” “Hahaha,” is for amatures!]

Wishful Thinking

You write better when it’s coming from your heart, when there are feelings behind the keystrokes.

That’s why I want to write about what I feel right now–not so masculine, I know.

I really wish I could escape the Rat Race. I don’t want to be filthy rich. And I sure don’t want to be bathing in golden coins. I just want to be free from the clutches of 9-to-5.

Since I started working, my life has been simply as follows:

  • Going to work.
  • At work.
  • Coming back from work.
  • Recovering after work.
  • Sleeping early to go back to work.

And it’s driving me crazy. Having so little free time makes me feel like I’m always on a rush. If you stood in front of my house, stalking me–you creep–to see how often I go in and out during the day, your eyes will not be able to keep up. Because that’s how fast I’m moving, trying to make the most of what little time I got, before I have to go back to my prison.

Maybe I feel this way because I don’t like my job–no one does. But what can I do about it? It’s not like I can simply turn a corner and find the job of my dreams! especially in this day and age. That’s why I’ve been planning an escape lately. And by planning, I mean daydreaming whenever I have a rough day. Still, I was able to learn a couple of things about the corporate prison:

  • No one will ever tell you how to escape. If someone does tell you something, ignore that sucker; if he really knew how to escape, he would’ve done so already.
  • You have to make your own escape plan and carry it through.
  • Mimicking those who escaped before you will not guarantee your freedom. The security systems are always changing. Old breaches are being patched, while new openings are being discovered.
  • Luck plays a major rule in your success.
  • And If you don’t have a plan for your life outside the prison, you will find yourself back inside before you can even blink.

I would like to know if any of you is also planning an escape, or if you feel my way of thinking is childish.

It’s Over 9000!!!!

I have planned to finish a story at one thousand words, but I’m already past nine thousand. Yikes!

I expect this to be a major learning experience for me. And I hope something good will come out of it. It feels really good when you have a clear idea about the direction of your story, and how it’s going to end.

I will keep adding words to the first draft, even if I trespass into the novel territory. One has to do something in order to learn, right? So I might as well go crazy with this story and learn from the outcome.

See you in the next post…

Strange Indeed

An old man is on his way home. He uses a walking stick to help him with his injured knee. In his other, free hand, he carries a small plastic bag. Today’s dinner is half a chicken and two loaves of bread, much better than last night, but still not enough to feed seven mouths. Maybe he’ll have to work a couple of extra hours on a daily basis after all.

A young boy is clicking and typing on his computer. After three months, he doesn’t have to worry about money for the rest of his life.

We live in a strange world, people.

Found Diaries: Diary No. 1

Dear diary,

I have to tell you this, I’m sick of being Superman.

I know it’s pretty useful for fighting bad guys and all that crap, blah blah blah. But the fact that I have to be extra careful when touching every, single, thing, is really starting to get on my nerves! Being a superhero does not mean I don’t feel the urge to slam a door shut sometimes. But I can’t, lest I destroy the entire building, and kill everyone inside.

And let me break the news for you, I’m not getting paid for any of my services, it’s all volunteer work. I’m really thinking about creating a website, and adding a big “Donate” button right in the freakin’ middle. But I know Bruce wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. That crazy bastard needs to realize that not all of us are freakin’ millionaires!

I’m really thinking about quitting my job at the Daily Planet, it’s just not worth it any more. Instead, I’m thinking about getting a sponsorship deal. If companies are paying little kids to jump around on skate boards, I think they wouldn’t mind paying a Superhuman to fly around and deflect bullets. I’ve already sent an email to Pepsi–their logo fits perfectly with my costume. But I’m pretty sure they won’t believe the email came from me. I guess I’ll have to fly there myself. Ah! what a drag!

What else, diary?

Oh! good news, I’ll be receiving my new phone tomorrow. It’s an iPhone5X, a normal iPhone5S that has been treated with a special-scientific-mumbo-jumbo substance to be able to withstand my grip. No more broken phones after a stupid argument with Bats. Thanks, Bruce.

I’m thinking about staying at home for the rest of the day. It’s not like the world is going to end, right?

….

Oh C’mon! That lady in Japan has been screaming for help since I started writing this entry! WHY HASN’T ANYONE HELPED HER YET? Flash? GL? Anyone?

So one day of peace is too much to ask for, huh!

Ok, stupid diary, if I fly now, I think I can catch her before she reaches the ground. Ciao!

 

So What Have You Been up to, Marc?

I’ve been busy these past few days, writing a short story. I was planning to make it very short (less than 1000 words) at first. But before I knew it, I was past 4000 words, and I’m still not finished. Although I’m not that far away from the ending. It’s going to be my longest post ever since I started this blog. And I hope you guys will like it when it’s finished.

Other than that, there hasn’t been anything special going on for me–aside from the persistent rumors of our company’s upcoming firing festival. Some say it will be live on national television. While others say there’s going to be a contest, something like the Hunger Games, where the last man standing will be able to hold his job. If that’s true, I hope you guys will cheer for me. 😥

Ah, what else…

Oh! I fixed my car, finally. But that’s only exciting if you knew it was broken. Oh well…

Ok, time to go back and finish that story. It’s titled: An Unusual Escape.

They Have Special Powers!

There are those people in the world,

Who have enormous power over us.

The bastards! (-__-)

When they smile, we smile.

When they cry, we cry.

And when they’re angry, we want to kill someone.

If you have a special person like that in your life,

You better make sure that he/she is always happy..

Because that is the key to your happiness.

Yes, it’s as simple as that.

For me, at least. 😉

Why Didn’t I Learn a Craft?

Maybe I will?

Being an employee is a curse–most of the time, at least. You will never be able to live in peace, even if you are doing everything your boss tells you to do, come on time, and treat all your colleagues with respect.

Because it’s not up to you. It doesn’t have anything to do with you. It has everything to do with the manager who had a fight with his wife last night, and poured his anger on your direct boss. So now your boss is looking for a reason to make your life miserable. He orders you to update some already updated files, or spends the rest of the day looking through all your previous reports, starting from the beginning of time itself, and picks any small mistake–that doesn’t matter anymore–and complains about it.

It has everything to do with that other manager–your manager’s arch-nemesis–who caught you texting on your phone–while in reality you were checking the time, because you don’t have a watch–and sent a complain to the VP stating that your manager isn’t keeping his employees in check. So what happens now? I’ll tell you what happens: A freakin’ meeting happens, and the entire work system is changed, just so that the manager can show the VP that he took action to improve his work force. And guess what! The new system SUCKS!

It has everything to do with that new Vice President, who decided that there are too many employees in the company. And it was time to cut some people loose. What does that mean? It means, instead of feeling happy that you have a day job, you feel like you’re walking on a minefield, blindfolded. You feel me?

So here I am, at the center of the minefield. My body is sweating like a football player after the Super Bowl, my eyes itching under the old piece of cloth that is wrapped around my face, and I’m wondering…

Why didn’t I learn a craft?

The Gate… Is Open

What is it you say? You can’t see it?

Why? Are you blind?

Oh, my poor friend, I’m so sorry. You must feel so stupid right now.

It has always been there. You simply chose to ignore it.

No, my friend, don’t be a sore loser. Just because you weren’t able to find it does not mean it didn’t exist.

The Gate… is always there.

How can you find it, you ask?

Simple, just throw away all your fears, then turn around… Voila! There it is.

Where does it lead to?

That’s the fun part. Nobody knows!

So it’s up to you, earthling.

Do you want to stay where you are? Are you satisfied with what you’ve got?

Or do you yearn for something more, and are ready to leap into the unknown to find it?

The Gate is there, it will always be.

All you have to do… is find it, and step right through.

I wish you luck on your long voyage.

Just don’t forget to write! 🙂