Welcome to Chilly Billy's

This is a story I wrote for creative writing, its actually due tomorrow but you can see it today :) I have another one coming too that I already wrote, but you can see this one first because I like it better and its shorter.

Welcome to Chilly Billy’s

By: Kay Walker

            A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead mixing with a tear as it stained his cheek. “Answer the question” he said slowly. His foe standing on the other side of the room said nothing. He needed answers and the man had them. The police had been called but after seeing no progress he had taken things into his own hands. Now he stood at the final hour, with his foe, in his own house. It had been an intense staring battle for the past few minutes. Neither had blinked or moved an inch. With determination in his step he advanced across the room towards his foe. He was waiting for a sign, to see a hint in his face.  But both wore their poker faces well. Eyes still locked on his foe he reached out. Grabbing the closest thing to him he crouched into a striking pose. Then he saw it, a glimmer of fear in his foe’s façade. He had flinched unmasking the truth. He knew he had him now. With one swift motion he threw the object he had grasped in his hand. The glass punch bowl flew through the air and struck his foe square in the chest. Crumpling into a heap his foe let out a scream of pain. Glass shattered and crashed to the floor.

Dropping to his foe’s side he stared into his eyes, “I said, answer the question.” His foe, short of breath, lungs crushed by the blow of the bowl, handed over his cell phone and with a whimper pressed send. Sitting against the wall he listened to the phone ring, crossing his fingers, praying to every god he knew of. Holding onto that one last shred of hope he had. Then confusion filled his face as the earpiece was filled with a catchy little jingle. After the song he was welcomed to the answering machine of the Chilly Billy Ice-cream Shop, home of famous Billy the penguin.  Billy’s voice, running through the shop hours, came out of the phone breaking what was silence except for the slam of a screen door.

            As soon as he heard the word ice-cream he had dropped the phone, sprinting to the car. He hopped in and ignoring all rules of the road, sped towards Chilly Billy’s calling 911 on his way about the man in his house, the police could take care of him. Nothing could deter him from his mission. Without incident he arrived at the shop, only to find it locked. Looking around quickly for a blunt instrument he found none. So instead he backed up a few feet and then went crashing right through the glass door. Once again the sound of glass shattering pierced the silence. Shaking himself off as he ran he frantically checked all the doors, cabinets, and freezers. Nothing. Then he opened the door leading to the basement. Faintly he thought he could hear a TV, or a radio, something playing music.

He hurled himself down taking three steps at a time only to find another locked door at the end of the hallway. But he was certain now this was from where the music was coming. There was a cheerful song playing and then out of nowhere, a peal of laughter that was quickly silenced. This spurred him on. Looking around he spotted a key ring in the corner over a computer. Now the only problem would be finding the right one. He fumbled with the keys trying one after another. Tears were still streaming down his face, making it hard to see. The seconds dragged on feeling like hours, until finally, one fit. He shoved the final key in and turned.

            Closing his eyes he opened the door. Slowly opening them with dread in his heart he saw her. Sitting comfortably in a recliner, with tubs of ice cream around her and a spoon stuck in her mouth sat a young girl. The songs were coming from the TV where a Dragon Tales episode played. Looking up she smiled, no trace of concern on her face, only trails of ice cream dripping down her chin as she said, “Hi Daddy!” Then turning back to the TV she burst out in more laughter as one dragon hit another on the head. As tears of fear changed to tears of relief he scooped her up into his arms. Hugging her until she struggled to get down he cried, for the fear he had lived in for the past 12 hours had finally come to an end. She was safe and sound in his arms. Then sitting down on the recliner together she settled into his lap and snuggled up to him. He knew he would never take this for granted ever again. 

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Sometimes I really just feel the need to write a blog post. And when I get here I dont know what to write about. I just know I need to write.

My mom and dad are sitting out on the rocks right now. Its cute. They are just sitting next to each other staring into the distance.

I have a text message waiting for a response, it keeps blinking at me. But you know...i really have no answer  for it. I have no real feeling to put into it and I dont want to force an answer, I dont want to reply with some fake interest or happiness. But if i dont reply the recipient will wonder why. they will over think it more then they probably do over think my answers. Funny how we get caught in these situations where to be kind, to be socially accepted, we have to be fake. Because yes, i will answer it. and they will be happy, and i will still feel nothing.

My coloring book is sitting next to me. It has a half colored bunny on the page. It will probably remain half finished for a while. Just like many things in life. I cant count on one hand how many things I have that are unfinished. For some thats a good thing, for some its expected, for some its never ending and i hate it. When you can finally complete something, Tie up loose ends,  And put it behind you, thats when it feels good. when you've put together another puzzle piece of your life.

well i have to go rescue my cousin...out of a situation he got himself into. so yeah...i guess thats the end. the end of the beginning. no its just the middle. its another never ending thing. this succession of blog posts. and its one i am okay with.

Its a Word Train

I like things that are soft, my hair is soft, you know what else is soft? bunnies. you know where they have bunnies? brooksvale. did you know you can adopt them? i think when i am married, after i have kids, i want to adopt. i think i need to get married first. to get married i need to have a boyfriend. to have a boyfriend i need to find a guy i like. you know what i do have that i like? peanut butter. in little to go cups. its convenient. you know what else is convenient? a convenience store. i like stores, i need to go shopping. its tax free week. we are going to go back to school shopping. oh back to school...its so soon. 2 weeks...a little less perhaps. a little less then 2 weeks will be tinas birthday. she will be 17. thats weird. im 19. i dont feel like it. i dont feel like cleaning my room. but if i dont my mom will get mad. my mom is a loud mad, my dad he is silent but deadly. you know the deadliest shark is a bull shark? i learned that on shark week. i dont like sharks much but they are pretty awesome. you know what else is awesome? pinatas. especially those made by your cousin for adults. it has wood inside it to make it stronger. we had to use an ax handle to break it. then the candy was all shattered haha. i like ax's. you can chop trees, or well wood. i find it fun. but it tires you out pretty fast. what else tires you out you ask? rambling on for an entire paragraph. haha. just kidding. i dont mind it. you knwo what i do mind? headphones in your ears. and ive had some in for at least an hour. i only spent 20 min of that hour actually listening to anything. now they are just sitting there. you know where i dont like to sit? at the doctors office. i have a doctors appt on thursday. for my asthma. its to test how much my meds are helping me. pain meds make you loopy. i had my wisdom teeth out last winter. apparently i had a full conversation with a few different people on fb, i didnt remember anything i said but they said it was enjoyable. you know what else is enjoyable? hot chocolate on a cold snowy day. but im not ready for snow yet. im enjoying my sun. you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. yes i love kids songs. they are so awesome. just liek babysitting. its my job. i should have done a major like child psychology. but qu doesnt have it. i learned about this writing thing in pshycology. oneto was the best teacher. he was funny and interesting and taught me all kinds of things. ive been taught though that people dont always want to read everything you are thinking about. so im thinking i will end this thought train now. choooo choooooo

Just Look...Up

Have you ever looked up, out of curiosity. Not because you heard something, or because someone pointed. But just because? Have you ever looked up and wondered not only what's beyond the great expanse of sky but about what's right in front of your eyes? 

I have, and I do. Not a day goes by in my life where I don't stop and just...look up. Whether it be the clouds, the birds, an airplane, or the moon, there is always something to admire. Something you can see as steadfast. The sky will always be there giving you something more to see everyday, no matter how life is going at the moment. 

So, when life has you down, or even if you happen to have a moment to yourself, just look…up.

Crash Diets

Am I allowed to ask why.
Am I allowed to think I'm wrong
That maybe just maybe I'm overreacting
That maybe its a slight oversight
You’re not avoiding or ignoring
merely just haven’t gotten to anything yet. 

You know how people go on crash diets
They never eat
Then eat everything when the diet ends
And gain back everything
Then the people who eat small steady meals
Are the ones who benefit.
I’m thinking of this in the same way.
You’ve put me on a crash diet
Its not helping. 

I know you will be leaving
I know you think thats hard
But do you think this isnt
I dont quit cold turkey
Its not how i work
Never has been
Never will be

Perspective

Perspective is a funny thing. It can change drastically. It can change rapidly. It can change things in ways you never imagined. It can be as simple as wearing only one contact (which Tina is quite the pro at doing) which changes your perspective in terms of depth perception. Or it can be as complicated as if you put yourself in someone else's shoes, looking through someone else’s eyes, and seeing a whole new world of possibilities. You can think, feel, and experience things you’ve never thought to explore before.

A few nights ago surrounded by the “neighborhood gang” I sat back. I was observing. I was viewing the group as an outsider. Simply because I wanted a different perspective. I wanted to see what we would look like to someone who wasn't part of our group. Its then I was able to group, categorize, and form views about each person. A group of guys sat to the side talking about various topics. Such as sports, guys at school, music, etc. Two girls sat on the other side texting their friends. They giggled, laughed, and held side conversations. In the middle sat a boy and a girl. They talked about their strengths and weaknesses. It went deeper than the boys on the side. Then in the middle was me and another guy. Even as I watched, I observed myself, and my “group”. We talked about books, college, writing, music. Then throughout the night I zoned in specifically on the individuals. I found those who were also watching, watching certain people, thinking themselves unnoticed. I found the one who wanted to involve everyone in a conversation. I found the one who floated between all groups, easing tensions, making people laugh. Fitting everywhere yet not really feeling at home. Its all very intriguing to me. And just taking the perspective of an outsider gave me the ability to really get to know my friends. It gave me a chance to see who they were when they weren't trying to be someone for everyone around them. Who they were while they thought no one else was watching.

Another perspective that has changed for me is my view on life, on how I spend my free time, on what “busy” is. Some (or all) of you may know that I haven't had internet for almost 2 weeks. At first it was disheartening. However would I survive without my many vices such as Email, Facebook, Flickr, Formspring, etc etc. The list can go on and on and on. But then slowly, as the days passed, I realized that after a quick 2 min check in at a Panera, or using a siblings computer, I was fine leaving it behind. Sure I miss the fb chat with my friends who i don't talk to in other ways of communication. I miss being inspired by pictures on Flickr. But its not unbearable. I read 5 books. I am beasting at Solitaire. I cleaned my room. I did things that needed to be done. I had been complaining about how busy I was when in fact I wasn't as busy as I could have been. Just the computer was taking over my life. I would log on when I woke up, keep it up whenever I was home, then be on it all night til i felt tired. these past 2 weeks I experienced the true meaning of busy. The first week I babysat EVERY day. It was intense. Sometimes with more than one job a day. Then every day this week I’ve been renovating my sister’s and soon to be brother in laws condo with my sister.  Its hard manual labor and I'm enjoying waking up and going to do something productive!

So although I am waiting for it to be returned. I think I'm a bit changed from this experience in perspective. I learned what my priorities are in life. I've learned with a clean dose of perspective that maybe a life lived on technology isn't the healthiest thing for you. So if you are reading this right now and you've been on the computer all day I urge you to go read a book, take a walk, find some friends and have face to face contact. Trust me. Its enjoyable and you don't want to get to the state where it becomes a foreign territory.

Perspective can be a funny thing sometimes. You never know what it will show you. Maybe it will just give you another viewpoint to see what's right under your nose.

Writings of A Melancholy Heart

Its a long story, but its how i get the emotions out. I have random writings everywhere. Maybe here is a good place to get them out. idk yet. But heres what i wrote tonight. When the emotions are too much, when they overflow I shut off my brain, and I just feel.

You Need Only Accept It

Im letting you go.

Im giving you space

Im giving you time

The best way to help is to wait

But im hoping when youre ready you will come back.

But for now id like you to hear  this:

Why don’t you tell me a joke?

Where did all the humor go?

Why do I feel like I need to cry?

I thought I was a friend

I thought you trusted me

I thought you accepted me

You’re too used to being alone.

You no longer let anyone in

So I stand on the outside

Begging for you to open the door

Asking that you invite me in

You need only accept me

Its all up to you now

I cant force you to do what you wont

I cant make you feel something you dont

But I know there is trust between us

I know I can help you

You need only accept it

Im here offering myself to you

My help

My heart

My love

My trust

You need only accept it.

I wont desert you

I wont let you down

I promise it on my life

Theres nothing to be scared of

I open my arms for you

You need only accept them.