Bored

I had so much fun with this one... the moral of the story is it's all about drive.

I’m bored. So very bored.
I could go clean my room. It’s piled high with laundry that needs to be done. But I’m really not in the mood. I’m bored.
They invited me to the fun park. The one with all the rides and games. But that doesn’t seem to interest me today. I’m bored.
The latest book in my favorite series in sitting just beyond my reach. I really don’t care to extend my arm for it. That’s much to much effort for me. I’m bored.
The dishes are now a mile high, I guess I could sweep the floor. But I really don’t want to. I’m bored.
The new mall just opened, right down the street. I guess I could check it out. But I have no money to spend and really I’m bored.
Mary just called. I found an excuse. She’s a good friend but she talks so long and I really don’t have time. I’m bored.
I could go out for a bike ride. The sky is clear and the weather just right. But that would mean standing up and I just found the right spot. Jee wiz am I bored.
I have nothing to do. No where to go. No one to talk to. Nothing to see. I’m bored. So very bored. Wouldn’t you be, if you were me?

Not sure what to call this yet

The night air hung thick and heavy even inside the bus station. Few people moved about waiting for their bus but most curled up on benches coats and baggage for pillows. A long black haired man sat behind the counter staring blankly at Peter. His blood shot eyes piercing into and through Peter’s all too thin body. Nothing seemed right about this place. He had been in many bus stations during his last three years of wondering but this one seemed eerily still. The passengers didn’t seem to notice one another let alone converse one with another. The normal stench of smoke the drifted in from the regular chain smokers right outside the door didn’t cling to every person who walked by. The smell of coffee from those trying to pull all-nighters didn’t hang on the air. It was the least loathsome station he had been in and yet it was somehow deadest place he had ever been.
“It must be the time of the morning.” He told himself trying to get up the energy to stretch but deciding instead he didn’t want to wake the ticket man’s attention. He wasn’t sure he could remember what time it was. He couldn’t even remember what time he had gotten off his last bus or what time his next one left. It seemed like it was a short lay over though. He knew if he lay down like the other’s he would miss it. Sighing deeply he took out his ticket.
Suddenly two hands rested softly upon the back of his neck. A chill ran down his spine. The fingers, long and graceful, were equally cold and light. Though he didn’t know who it was, he felt his instincts tell him that moving would be futile if not disastrous.
“Hello Peter.” A soft strangely familiar voice spoke from behind him. Peter tried to clear his throat but only felt his heartbeat speed up. The fingers lifted with a parting squeeze as the woman moved around him into view. Her eyes caught him immediately, large a soft gray blue. They pierced through him but unlike the teller’s they saw everything inside him. See want the prettiest woman he had ever seen but she was familiar in a way an event seems familiar once you had dreamt of it before. She smiled revealing perfect teeth inside a tiny mouth surrounded by pouty lips. “Do you evaluate every woman’s looks immediately that way” she asked softly as though not to disturb anyone, though even the teller hadn’t stirred his gaze straight through her now. “or am I just that strange to you?”
“I … I” Peter stammered not sure he was even awake at this point. Suddenly a picture of the apartment he had just left ran through his mind, him laying on the bed covered with white sheets and his bag sitting next to the door waiting for the trip he thought he was on now. “I can’t seem to remember where we’ve meet before.” He finally managed.
“I’ve known you for a long time but I’m sure you wouldn’t remember me. My name is Adwedd.” A lock of straight black hair floated across her face as she reached out to take his hand.
“I’m sure I would remember someone like you, Adwedd?” she nodded as he took her hand in his firm business grip, his heart had calmed some but his instincts were still calling out warning to him.
“You’d be surprised how forgettable I am.” She smiled releasing his hand and taking a seat next to him. “Take that man behind the counter, he and I are old friends and yet he can’t even clear his thoughts of his next hit long enough to recognize how close I am.”
“I’ve never been here before.” Peter said as soon as she paused. “Are sure you’ve met me before?”
“Of course I’m sure, Peter. I know you very well.” Adwedd responded lazily. Turning her glance from the man back to Peter.
“When did we meet?” Peter asked finding it even more eerie that she knew his name and was so relaxed using it even though all his acquaintances knew him only by his business name of Benny.
“The day you let Danny go…”

A small puppy yapped excitedly as Peter reached from the stool toward the hook on the wall where his leash was. “Mommy, I can’t reach it.” Peter cried out in frustration.
“If you’ll wait just one more minute, I’ll come get it.” His mother’s voice come out of her bedroom.
“Like hell you’ll be right there.” The strange man’s voice came causing Peter’s mother to giggle and the door suddenly shut completely though Peter could still here the man chastise his mother for Peter being there.
Peter looked down at the small puppy with his small brown eyes squinched up in anger. “Come on Danny, just stick close to me ok?” his small six year old hands could barely force the sliding side door open but he finally managed just enough space for his body to slip through, then he turned to see where the puppy was who had slipped out before him. The puppy was headed across the back yard toward the larger of the two streets that bordered Peter’s house. “Wait, Danny come back…” Peter called but it was too late the puppy ran out into the street just as a small black sports car speed past. Suddenly there was a great deal of yelping and Peter ran toward Danny as fast as he could. His eyes filled with tears as he stumbled the last few yards toward the road.
A small hand grabbed his shoulders pulling him to a stumbling halt. “Wait.” A little girl’s voice told him as another car zoomed past right where Peter had been headed. “Ok,” she said letting Peter bend down into the road and scoop up the now still silent puppy and carry him back to the grass. He looked up at the strange calm blue eyes just as his mother had run out shouting and jerking him back into the house.


Peter blinked confusedly. “Who could you remember

Second in the "Small Moments" Series

Fire Light Romance
Joe shivered as they stepped into the cold trailer. The heat from the day had slipped away too quickly. He knew it would be at least thirty minutes before they had a fire warm enough to take off his coat. Mily sat right down next to the fire and placing a log on top of the stove she began to build up the kindling. So Joe gave her a quick hug before heading back to warm the bathroom quickly with some hot water. Twenty minutes later he immerged having spent most of it trying to convince himself to take care of business in the cold. “Hey Joe, you ok?” Came Mily’s voice from the living room slightly concerned.
“Yep, just rather too chilly for comfort that’s all.” As Joe entered the living room his eyes began to burn. Mily’s face was shinny with sweat from being that close to the fire for that long. She smiled up at him briefly returning back to her computer home work. Joe walked into the kitchen feeling unable to focus on anything. “Mily, does it seem smoky in here to you?” He asked finally.
“No, not really.” she responded.
“Everything looks blurry, I wonder if there’s something up with my eyes.”
Mily got up and walked to the back rooms then back again. “You’re right.” She conceded. “I couldn’t tell I’ve been in here so long.” She began looking for smoke coming out of the stove, then noticed the log she had placed on top. Lifting it quickly they saw the black under side and laughed. Mily tossed it into the fire and it burst into flames. “Well, glad we didn’t leave it alone there.” Joe chuckled sliding his arms around Mily’s waist.
“Why don’t we go for a walk?” Mily said suddenly shutting her lap top and standing up.
“Sure.” Joe responded grabbing his coat.
The night was windy and chilly but the air was much fresher than in the small smoke filled trailer. They pushed each other into pretend snow banks practicing for when the real snow came. Mily played with the umbrella like a light saber with fascination. They had gone half way to campus when Mily looked down at Joe and asked. “Want to go visit Sabrina?”
Joe nodded and they turned toward the freshman dorms where Sabrina, Mily’s cousin lived. Joe hated the feel of the small cramped dorms so when Mily invited Sabrina over to roast marshmallows, Joe loved the idea.
They walked back as quickly as they could fighting the now high speed bone bighting winds. Joe and Sabrina took turns walking behind Mily who served as a great wind break.
By the time they got back most of the smoke had gone. It only took moments before they had hot cocoa going and marshmallow sticks in the making. They laughed and read web comics. Sabrina talked about the frustration of chemistry and Mily showed them the funnier web comics. Joe sat sipping cocoa enjoying them both.
The clock finally said Sabrina still had more homework to do in an evening than time was going to let her finish so Mily put on a coat and drove her home.
Joe sat waiting thinking of Mily and how she had started the fire, how she had reached out to her lonely cousin though she had homework that was unfinished as well, how she had laughed at her own silliness when the log was being burnt from the outside of the stove.
Mily walked back in a few moments later to find Joe waiting for her in front of the fire, very much in love.

Amy the Priceless Porcilian Doll

This one goes with the doll I put together and am going to sell... I need all the comments I can get cause it's got to be quality...


Amy stood tall shiny cardboard box surrounding her. Through the foggy plastic she could see children as they ran up and down the isles shouting to their parents, “Can I have that Mommy?” or “Do you think Santa will bring me one of these?”
It was mostly girls down this aisle. Barbie dolls and realistic baby dolls that cried lined the lower shelves other dolls were dressed in the latest fashion while still other areas were filled with play make up and kitchen supplies. Amy could see very little of these. Mostly she could see the shelf across from her with stuffed animals and dress up clothes. She smiled to herself. She was high up because like the other dolls on her shelf, she was breakable.
“Not for children under 3”, her label read. Christmas time came once a year, and well she knew. Last year she had been in the back of the shelf and no one had looked at her much then, but even though she was now in the front, still no one gave her a glance. She knew she must be beautiful. Her skin was milky white and her lips were crimson red. Her brown curly hair was tied back and her brown eyes were hidden behind tiny spectacles. She was a school doll. She carried a bundle of books hung from her hand and her skirt was made of red and black plaid. Yes, she knew she was beautiful when a woman’s hands reached up for the box with a small gasp of delight.
“Isn’t she pretty?” she exclaimed, showing Amy to her daughter. “She’d go great with your collection, don’t you think?”
“I guess she’s alright, Mom,” the adolescent girl replied. “But she doesn’t really belong in my collection. Mine are one of a kind and beautiful. Not plain and simple.”
Amy’s heart dropped. “Plain and simple?” She didn’t here the rest of the conversation as she was placed back up on the shelf. “Plain? Simple?” It couldn’t be true. She was a pretty, elegant girl’s doll; at least that’s what the box said. Could the box be wrong?
Christmas came and went and all the left over toys were soon marked down. Amy was going for less than half her price since she had been there for two years now. In the midst of the rush, a pair of ruff hands suddenly grabbed her and took her home. Amy waited with anticipation. Someone had thought she was beautiful and now a little girl was going to wrap her arms around her and… The box grew dark as she was placed in a closet. Months passed and she wondered why they had bought her only to hide her away.
“Plain. And Simple.”
At last, one warm afternoon, the closet door was opened and a variety of toys were sifted though and Amy was a last chosen. The woman hastily wrapped her and headed out the door. An hour and a half later and Amy could hear the voices of lots of children. Then the woman was talking to another woman.
“Mary, I’m so glad you made it.”
“Can you believe I almost forgot?” The woman laughed. “It’s a good thing I had this laying around. I found it after Christmas dirt cheep. I thought maybe I’d fix up the shabby thing but I never had time and in the end it hardly seemed worth it.”
The other woman laughed. “And you know Kristy. It doesn’t matter what you get her as long as there is something on the table with your name on it.”
Amy heard the women’s voices fade away as she sat on the table with the dozens of other gifts.
“Shabby?” “Hardly seemed worth it?”
Yes, of course Amy knew she was plain and simple, but she hadn’t realized she was shabby and worthless. But her fears were confirmed as her box was opened, sneered at, then good naturedly laughed at, and then promptly tossed aside.
After a few months the little girl pulled her out of the box and held her out to her little sister as a bribe for the other toy she wanted. Missy, the little sister, grabbed at Amy greedily. Missy was just under three and soon Amy knew why under three year olds weren’t supposed to play with her. But Missy kept her and years went by. Missy used her to play tea with her flashy Barbies and fluffy teddy bears. When she wasn’t playing tea, Amy was tossed in the toy box with the rest of the toys. Her delicate porcelain skin had been so close to shattering so many times she had lost count. Missy grew older and lost interest in playing tea. She hardly ever touched her toys now and it had been ages since Amy had felt fresh air. At last one day the toy box open once again.
“I want to sell what I can,” came Missy’s now much older voice from the other side of the room. So all the toys were boxed up and taken outside where everything was for sell. People came and went, taking this and taking that. Every now and again a little girl would pick Amy up long enough for a glance before promptly plopping her back down.
“Simple, plain, shabby, not worth much.”
It didn’t surprise Amy when she wasn’t chosen. At least she knew that when is was all over, she could go back to the familiar box where no one would see her and know what a shabby, plain thing she was.
But when the day was done she wasn’t placed back in the box. Instead, she was taken with the rest of the “junk” to the charity store down town. Ruff hands unloaded her and placed her in a specific pile with a few other porcelain dolls who’s paint was chipped or who’s eyes were melted. They frightened Amy but worse, she knew she must be like them.
Weeks past. She lay there with the other dolls wondering what would happen to her now. Every now and again a little girl would come and choose one of the prettier dolls in the pile, but she was always left alone.
Then one day, she came. She picked Amy up with tender hands and gently looked her over. Then she looked through the rest of the dolls.
“Most of them are pretty enough,” she said to the kind looking man behind her, “but she’s Perfect.”
Amy was stunned. “Perfect?” Amy felt like telling her that she wasn’t perfect, that she wasn’t even pretty, and with all that laying around for months she had felt her left arm slowly loosening.
“Let’s get her then,” the man replied with a smile and before Amy knew it, they were headed home. The woman took off her tattered school dress and wiped the dust from her eyes. Amy’s glasses were long since gone, missing in the bottom of the toy box. How she wished she had them now, though, so she could show the woman how pretty she had once been. But now she stood here, bare before her, and she felt more plain, shabby, simple and worthless than ever. Then she felt the damp clothe cleaning her cheeks and her hands. She watched in awe as a lovely red riding gown was placed upon her skin. Her neck seam where Missy had torn her years ago, was mended so that her head stood up straight once again. Her hair was loosed and a pink and red riding hat was placed on her shiny locks. Amy was beginning to feel strange, almost pretty when suddenly her arm fell off.
‘That’s it.’ She thought as the woman picked it up in dismay. ‘She’ll take back the dress and toss me out now for sure.’ Instead, she soon found herself wrapped in a paper bag traveling in the basket of a bike down a road, still wearing the dress. The kind man’s hands pulled her out and looked critically at her arm. Then carefully he did what he could and soon she had her arm again.
A week later, Amy was taken to be sold at the lady’s tiny shop. There she sat on a shelf again. She dreaded the rejection, the abuse she had once felt. Other items in the shop seemed so much nicer than she. She would never be sold. But at last a woman brought her to the counter.
“Oh, you found our little riding girl.” the familiar voice of the lady who’s voice was a gentel as her hands, exclaimed.
“Amy?” the woman responded. “What a pretty name for such a gorgeous doll!I collect dolls. I have an eye for them. I only bother with the most unique and beautiful. She’s hand made isn’t she? Look at those features and that hair.”
The lady took Amy in her hands and looked at her. “I really don’t know where she’s been. The dress is hand made just for her though. I found her and I knew she was special.”
“That she is.” The woman smiled. “I keep my dolls well. My display case is extensive, but I think she’s prefect for it.”
The lady placed another doll on the table, placing Amy carefully behind it. “I think this one will do much better for your collection Ma’am.”
Amy was dismayed. Apparently she wasn’t pretty enough. The other woman was somewhat taken aback as well, but quickly left the store once she knew she could not have Amy. Once the woman left, the lady lifted Amy up and spoke straight to her. “You need a place where they will see your beauty and know your worth. Not just some display case where flashy beauty is only as good as the clothes the dolls wear.”
Just then, door opened and a young woman and her mother walked in. After browsing around a bit, the girl noticed the lady smoothing out Amy’s hair. She watched in delight and then whispered something to her mother. The mother shrugged and the girl approached the Lady. “Excuse me Ma’am, but how much is the doll for sell?”
The lady quoted her a price that made Amy blush, but the girl took out her money and bought her. All the way home, the girl held Amy gently in her arms, caressing her curly locks. When they reached their home, she was placed on the girls dresser drawer where she stayed for many years. When other girls would come to visit they would stop and admire. Amy heard the words “Beautiful.”, “Stunning”, and “She must be worth a fortune!” Years later she was packed into a box and she waited till sun light hit her face when she was given to the girl’s daughter as a gift that her grandmother had given to her mother. And Amy knew then that she was not only beautiful, but she was priceless.

Greatness

I need help on this one's ending mostly... there are too many words and it doesn't give the right feel... any sujestions?


Once upon a time there was a little girl. She wanted more than anything to be great. She would think sometimes of ways to be great. Like mowing the most lawns or being a world famous babysitter. She tried many things and learned lot of little bits about everything trying to figure out where she was great. But nothing ever seemed to work for very long. Like most of the dreams of youth these faded away and she got older. She married a kind good man who was very smart and they lived happily together. But every now and again she would feel the longing to be great. She would try this idea and that, but nothing ever seemed to work out. And she got older and had children they liked to learn so she taught them a little of this and a little of that. Some liked when she taught them about singing and some liked to build like their father. She loved helping and teaching them along side her husband. But every now and again she felt the need to be great. She tried to organize this event or tried to publish that story, but nothing ever seemed to work. She got older and her children moved away. Some went to schools and wrote great papers on how to solve world problems, some sang and brought joy to other’s hearts, some were mothers and fathers and showed a great example to their peers. She enjoyed going with her husband as he traveled and helped around the world. He taught many and helped solve problems with those who needed help so badly. But every now and again she felt the need to be great. She would try to expound this or explain how great another was, but nothing ever seemed to work. And so she grew older and lay in bed one night whispering words of love to her husband as she slipped from this life. She waited for him and thought of her life and how, though she had been surrounded by greatness she had never done anything great and she longed to try again but now it was too late. Soon her love joined her and together they went home to Heavenly Father. Tears filled her eyes as she entered His great presence and she felt that she had failed Him despite His great love and confidence in her. Then He embraced them and said “Well done thou good and faithful servants, because thou hast labored to bring to pass much goodness I shall give thee power to create greater things than have entered thine hearts.” And the little girl cried “There is no greatness within me.” And the Father took her in His arms and kissed her eyes that she could see. And she knew that this last and greatest was the greatness to which she had been born and everything she had learned upon the earth had only prepared her and others.

The first in the "Small moments" Series

Of Spanish and Hygiene


Joe drew closer to the mirror as she scraped the sleep out of her eyes. His body had not yet adjusted to this new early morning schedule, but he had to get up with her or she’d never make it to class. Mily sulked into the small bathroom blinking profusely against the light. Joe smiled at her as she tenderly rapped her arms around him. He loved the morning even if it was hard. “Do you want to read to me?” he asked in a hopeful voice. Mily smiled and nodded sitting on the lid of the toilet. “What do you want me to read?”
Joe looked at the bookshelf as a mischievous smirk spread across his lips. “This.” he said pulling out a little blue book with “El Libro de Mormon” written in gold on the front. She looked at him incredulously for a moment. Though Joe read and spoke Spanish she only spoke a little German. But the desire to learn was there so she opened the book with a shrug. “La historia de Lehi y su familia.” She read halteringly. “Is that right? Historia?”
Joe nodded putting on his mascara. “Only the “h” is silent.” Mily went back to reading running her hands through her short messy hair and asking pronunciation questions every now and again. Joe enjoyed every moment finally finishing the touches to his long blond hair and turning around. He sat in her lap and kissed her forehead gently.
This was what their mornings consisted of. Neither functioning perfectly but endearing themselves to each other in the process.


This story was based on a true story. The names of the individuals has been changed to protect their identities.

Thank you for your help

Because the support I recieved I figured out what to do about being totaly in love with Yrgysh... I married him :D and am more in madly in love with him than before but atleast now I know what to do about it :D....