Street CornerThere's a man out on the street corner, holding up a sign for the cars going by. The sign says, in bold, black letters, "REPENT, TRUST JESUS." Through the fog on the bus window, I see him there. He's bundled up from head to toe, bracing himself against the -9 temperature (-17 with the windchill).I wonder if this is a test of his faith or of his sanity. I suppose if you're willing to stand out in the searing cold, offering up a message that most won't see and the rest will ignore, you must believe in something. Perhaps that is not the best use of one's dedication, but it is certainly proof for any god or passerby who might be watching.
FacepaintWhen I was volunteering for the summer fair, my assignment was facepainting. This tearful little boy was shoved into the chair by his mother, an angry-looking woman with more frown lines than I have ever seen on a relatively young person. I figured that the boy was crying due to boredom; the stress of waiting in that long lineup. However, it didn't take me long to realize the real reason: he didn't want his face painted. As he screamed and struggled, I looked to his mother, who only told me brusquely that her son WOULD have his face painted. I felt so bad for the kid. Brushing a little happy blue onto my hand, I showed him that it didn't hurt. He didn't care. When I encouraged him to choose a colour, he only cried louder, and I looked to his mother again."He's really struggling," I told her."Just do it," she replied.I debated sending them on their way, untouched. After all, it was a fr
ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 30 ENDWriting words galore in this word war I check the scoreOf my city, my best friends, and myself.I can't believe how far we've reachedAnd how many goals we've breachedAnd now we're drifting like a continental shelf.Because victory's distractingAnd now we're overactingIn the coffee shops.The deadline is advancingAnd we got each other dancingOn table tops.The month is ending and the jokes are obsceneWe feel exhausted but we're high on caffeineHere comes the manager. He closes my laptop screen.We're getting kicked out of StarbucksWe're getting kicked to the curbWe're getting kicked right out of StarbucksThe other patrons are perturbed.So pack up your lattes,Your netbooks and MacsYour trusty moleskineAnd your sugary snacksWe're getting thrown outAnd we're not allowed backIn Starbucks, Starbucks.Crazy word goals and a crazy month passedGood friends, good times, and the days went so fastSnow on the ground, we're still having a blastNaNoWriMo is totally aw
ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 28 and 29Part Twenty Eight: Attack of the Zombie ErrolsQuirk ducked behind a pile of crates, clutching the machine gun like it was her last hope for survival. For dramatic purposes, I should say it was, but a good grenade would have done the trick as well. Meanwhile, the zombie Errols shuffled by outside the storage compartment's thin metal walls. A characteristically loud vocalization shook the storage compartment. "ALLOOOOOO!"Quirk cast a sideways glance at Tabs, who was the only other survivor. Tabs nodded and raised her machete. She gestured towards the door, from which Quirk was quite certain that she heard the sound of staggering, sliding footsteps. The two inched up by the side of the door and waited for it to burst open. The zombie Errol charged at the door, shaking it on its hinges but not quite breaking it. Quirk winced. The zombie Errol tried again. The door sh
ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 26 and 27Part Twenty Six: Another ChapterHello, everyone, and welcome to this chapter. Oh, wait, this chapter has been preempted by a Giant Tornado. See you in Chapter Twenty Seven.Part Twenty Seven: A Spare Chapter Because I Am At Starbucks And Have Nothing Else To Do, Except Bother Other People Who Are Trying To Finish Their Novels, So I Figure I Should Do This InsteadAs seagulls circled under the midday sun, a little raft bobbed somewhere in the middle of the South Pacific. Too far from civilization to tell which way was which, and too disenchanted to care how they got there in the first place, the few survivors waited in silence for salvation. Well, in relative silence. Quirk and Scott Hamel were singing. It was an odd sound, because Quirk did not know the lyrics and Scott Hamel's accent was still changing every couple of lines. You would think that that doesn't make the difference when you're singing, because m