[Ventures]

Papers were strewn across the floor, voices were shouting profanities, fluorescent lights were flickering. Yet it wasn't anything special, it happened every day. Kenny breathed a sigh of relief as he closed his office doors and monotonously said, "Good night," to his coworkers as he passed by. A man, presumably an executive, stood outside the building smoking a filtered cigarette. A couple was holding hands while walking past him into the buzzing city lights. They disappeared into the shimmering abyss of what people called home. Looking both ways, Kenny dashed between two incoming cars to the parking garage. Another sigh escaped his mouth as he recalled his car was on the third floor. Anxiously tapping his foot, he clicked the third floor button in the elevator and hummed to the familiar tune. No one else was with him. It wasn't anything special, it happened every day. He jogged to his car, unlocking it with his remote keys before he was even halfway there. A smile danced on his lips as he slipped in and shut the door. Using the mirrors, he brushed his hair and sprayed a little cologne on himself before starting the car. Tonight was going to be special. He knew it was going to be different.

Jennifer sat idly on the couch, staring blankly into a computer screen. Her eyes dropped to her phone every now and then, expecting that same familiar text from her husband. She felt a little vibration on her lap; it wasn't him. She looked up at the ceiling and let her emotions take over. It would be so difficult to tell him. Her hands wrung around each other as she silently cried out for help from somebody, anybody. She waited a bit longer before getting up to clear her mind. Tonight was going to be different. She knew it was going to be different.

Kenny fumbled with his keys before he managed to unlock the door. With a failed attempt to stay quiet, he tripped on the doorstep and fell in, roses flying out of his hands. He muttered a hushed cuss before he picked himself up and gathered the ruined flowers. At least he still had the present. He peeked in the living room, wondering if she was still there waiting for him. He'd been a little late; he hoped she was still up.

She looked up when she heard something drop to the floor. He came home. Her nose crinkled a little as she sniffled. A few tissues flew in the direction of the trash can. Her eyes were a little red.

He noticed her eyes first. He knew something was different. He sat down next to her, arm around her shoulders. Without words, he let her know that he'd throw away his plans for tonight to cheer her up instead.

She flinched a little when he put his arms around her.

He pulled away, looking for a response in her eyes.

She looked the other direction.

Six years ago, they met at a cafe when he spilled coffee on her dress.

Five years ago, he blew his entire paycheck on what he imagined to be a “perfect day” with her, except it rained.

Four years ago, he asked her father for his blessing.

Three years ago, he took her to four countries in Europe for their honeymoon: France, Switzerland, England, and Spain.

Two years ago, they had their first big fight and made up in a few hours because they couldn’t bear to be away from each other… it was a fight about where they were going for dinner.

One year ago, they bought a house and made plans to raise a family.

Tonight, one perfect story was broken into a million pieces, pieces that would never find their way back again.

[Bluntmeh]

I'm going to give a small snippet of a creative writing piece I did a year ago after writing this piece I was told to read it in front of my class of 125 kids. So, for the assignment I decided to write about how I was feeling deep down inside and performing the piece to the class.

I woke up one foggy early morning listening to the birds chirp as I hear my name being called to the front of class. I pull my self up out of bed as my eyes begin to feel dizzy. My stomach screams out that it's hungry, but there's no time to feed the beast. My conscious speaks to me telling me I'm going to make a fool out of myself and so I wonder ... I get all of these thoughts that escape my mind on what it's going to be like to stand in front of my class with multiple students staring at me.

There's stares are so powerful it's like flash burning a hole through my forehead with heat vision. My body melts like molten core and I really don't know what to do because now I'm in front of the class. Just like that before I can even think about the drive to school, I'm standing there ... shivering.

I forgot was it "Hi Class?" or "Hey - cla.." or "My mind is fuckin- ... flipping out class" or was it "Class I'm presenting to you my spee-" and right there in front of everyone my voice froze. Like iceman shooting an ice bolt into the ocean seas. They flush me away and I begin to melt because my core temperature is rising through the roof past one hundred degrees Fahrenheit and at this point ... I feel dead.

See daddy always said, " When you grow up, fear wont be fear, but fear will be fearful of you." See as a young lad I always thought the man was crazy. I've always thought the guy was a nut ball so at the age of thirteen I ran away from home. Searching for pieces of the puzzle to put my life together. I searched in ally ways, abandoned houses, bounced from house to house washing cars and finally I came upon this young man.

This young man looked like John F. Kennedy and frankly I figured I'd trust him. I trusted him so much that we ended up becoming really close friends and even shared a place together. By the time I turned 25 in my head he was gone... and I don't mean that good kind of gone when he leaves for work and doesn't show up for five hours. I mean the kind of gone when he goes to sleep and doesn't take another breathe the next morning. They call that heartbreak when you lose someone you love, but it's also the hardest thing to hide.

See tears dribbled there way down my face like Michael Jordan does before he lands a three point shot. The only difference this time was there was no prize at the f***n' end. Another rule of thumb that I was told to always live by was merely don't let the past pull you down because you'll end up with missing teeth and your lips on the end of a crack pipe. So I listened to that advice and shot my self up from the ground.

---- STORY GOES ON AND ON --- going to cut here.

[Dr. Gonzo]

I consider myself a decent writer. I can put out a complete thought without making it sound convoluted.
I, like the rest of you, rely heavily on spell check to get me through the day.
But I understand what constitutes an Idea, and more importantly, I understand what makes people interested in an Idea.
Hopefully you see the value in this and are willing to add me to Dawn.
Good day.

[wander is a multi dwc]

am i blacklisted from this group sir?