Short Fiction Story in Progress titled "Who's There?"
Quiet | Written October 6,2004/ To be continued....
Just a glimpse of her hair sliding over her shoulder as she turns her head. The highlights reflect the sun beating down on her crown and the heat radiates a wavy almost gaseous windsweep. New city cabs stroll across the streets lined up back to back intercepting his view as she walks farther away. She reminded him of his long lost lover who died during the 9/11 terrorist attack. He could smell her morning shower fragrance of Rainforest and peaches that was carried from the gust of autumn wind. That was the third time this month he saw her walk by. She always had a paint brush, bag of sponges in her hand,and in a hurry. He looked at his watch and noticed the time was fifteen minutes until he was late for work. So he chugged then pitched his Starbucks Latte and headed down town wiping his lips, trying to rescue is work shirt from a coffee stain he walked one block north and entered through the sliding glass doors to the elevators. Every morning at the desk was Meeko, the security guard. Meeko was from Hawaii and gave Jet the morning newspaper to start his day. "Thank You", he reply to Meeko. Jet could rely on Meeko being there with a Daily Times every morning at eight. "You know , Jet, I don't have to give you my paper but your the first guy in years that hasn't missed a day of work. The last guy I remember to work every day steadily was Wensel Johnson from 1973. I used to give him the morning paper too until he retired and now...now you". Jet stood there for a moment wanting to talk about old days in the 70's but he just smile raising the paper over his head and said "I appreciate you passing down the rusty tradition" and decided to walk up the stairs instead of the elevator taking too long to open.
Monday morning came to soon, Jet always thought as walked into his office of the 5000 square foot multi-fashioned maze journey of computers and phones ringingly danced off the wall. Jet was a writer. He was always up to date on the latest and greatest events of the global market and government. The president democracy and candidacy was his love next to art and history. There he sat at his desk with his text saved on pentium processor and Hewlett Packer. An "Investigation Time" plaque stuck on his wall in his booth like a framed painting. He checked into work by logging on his computer and re-read his schedule where he left off the previous Friday. Reading his emails he had leads to the various controversies on the Iraqi country being Palestine and biblical matters that exists as stated in the King James bible. In his emails he leads on President Bush knowing that 9/11 was going to happen and he did nothing to prevent devastations and destruction of the Twin Towers. That topic effects him greatly since he lost his wife of two years to Jessica when she was picking up her nephews at the day care located there. That day , Jessica was only doing a favor her brother to help pick up little Mathew. In seconds it was over. Waiting for days and nights to see if she was a survivor. At his desk, in a double glass panel cover is snapshot of Jessica and Jet honeymooning in Belize bikini style. It burns inside him to the point where he works consistently, completely numb inside, with no emotions.
His friend Ed, peeped over the railing to say "Good Morning" and startled him away from his current thoughts. Jet always thought Ed had perfect timing to rescue him from such unmeritorious feelings. "Don't forget your appointment at 9:30 with Mr. Randall, the man with the Lead", Ed said with his two quote fingers up in the air. Mr. Randall is a guy who stayed in his house on the computer swearing he had discovered a solution to computer identity theft! Packing his laptop, cell, and car keys, he and Ed were out the door. They drove off in the company vehicle that stays in the company parking lot and he is only entitled to drive it during working hours for his newspaper interviews. The walks home aren't too bad and besides he doesn't have a car payment. Ed and Jet proceed to the entrance of Mr. Randall's front porch knocking on the door twice waiting for his response. Several minutes pass before they hear "Who's there?" on the other side. "It's Jet Stonewell, Mr Randall, from the Local Daily News, we had an appointment". The door opens creaking slowly like something haunting from a Halloween movie. His eyes were red glazed over like cataracts from the steam of the smoke raising up from his cigarette stuck in between his lips as he talked while ashes fell down on the carpet beneath his feet. The foul stench of bachelor stale air gushed outside from his cavehood and Jet blinked asking " Shall we have the interview outside?".....
After the four hour interview of ghoulish conversation and hyper tension mixed with paranoia, Jet and Ed were ready to grab a beer downtown from he local tavern and grill. They both agreed they opened up a can of worms and was back to the office preparing the story to be out in two more working days. Meeting after work at the bar, Jet ordered his usual Coors Light (TM) long neck and hoagie. In the neon light from the bar sign, he sat in the black leather bench seat looking out the window. Rubbing his tired blue eyes, he saw her again. She was walking north instead of south returning from some where with smudges of paint on her hands and face like she had been working on a masterpiece yet this time with a long hair pug mix Pomeranian trailing behind her on a leash. She was a sight for sore eyes, he agreed with himself. When Ed walked in Jet said, "hold my seat, I will be right back". He quickly ran outside to catch up to her realizing she was already past the corner. He darted off to get her attention asking, "Excuse me, but if I may ask what kind of dog is that?"
"Oh, Um, my dog is a long haired pug" ,she replied in a low rocker styled voice. He laughed wondering if there was such a dog. "Really, I never knew Pugs were long haired?", he asked. "Well they are now, I am breeding them", she exclaimed. He was finding himself interested in her invention. "Hhhmmm, Nice to meet you, I'm Jet Stonewell and you are?"......"Hi, the name is Jessie for Jessica, likewise", she said. He felt a tug at his heart because of the echoes of her name still rang bells in his ears from his past without his new acquaintance knowing.
To be continued....
acyrlicstains at 11:38:22 AM CST
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Pieces of My Life
Title: "Castle on the Hill".
acyrlicstains at 10:53:02 PM CST
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Fortune/Future/Me
Hopeful | 3 Doors Down
When it comes to money, it's almost as if you come from the world of tomorrow with knowledge of a future no one has seen yet. You're an inventor, a visionary, an idealist who understands how to manifest abundance and isn't shy about telling us how you're going to do it.
You're bound for success because you're always looking for possibilities rather than problems. Your natural optimism isn't blind faith, but a combination of intuition and intelligence that seems to clue you in to what's coming long before anyone else.
You can set financial trends, not because you're trying to be cool, but because your restless exploration of life in all its potentials puts you ahead of the pack. Let someone else handle the details so that you can continue to dream about a prosperous future and then help lead the rest of us into it.
Although your psychic abilities are always strong, you tend not to rely on them until you're in some private spot. That's because you don't want anybody else to know just how powerful your perceptions are.
If you've yet to tap into your sixth sense, you owe it to yourself to try. Your Mercury in Scorpio confers remarkable intuitive gifts. Drawing on these strengths will help you undergo a profound personal transformation. If you've given your power away in the past, you won't after channeling your sixth sense. Not only will it help you to steer clear of toxic people, but it will also infuse you with tremendous self-worth.
Your Neptune in Sagittarius makes you a naturally generous person. The trick is to help others who really deserve your assistance. Fortunately, your intuition knows which people to trust and which to avoid. Want to strengthen your psychic abilities? Spend five minutes in a dark, quiet room each day, and see what thoughts pop into your head.
acyrlicstains at 9:42:17 PM CST
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Into the Blue
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I kid you not I went to the theaters just to make it a Paul Walker week since he is hot to trot me over to the cinemas. From door to door I watched the flipflop rolls of a loveable adorable sweet dog team owner in the movie Eight Below that was anything but cold. Through the frostbitten finger tips to the save the fallen meteror hunter scientist dork he still had a heart of gold. Ok, I know it was part of the movie, but he was still a dork to put them in harms way and I kiss hounds for being so smart and up to par on the rescue. (those were my thoughts during the movie). His characters passion to return to the dogs after over 150 days of them leaving them to fend for themselves shined my admiration for his decision to take this role. An excellent family movie.
Now, I wanted to do the grown up thing and skip the kiddie flicks so I sat down in the plush velvet burgundy seats with smell of oil butter and a dab of salty lips and the burning coke sensation down my guzzler while placing the drink on the side and began to watched Paul Walker in "Running Scared". It is INTENSE! Severely on the edge of your seat type film that will have you squirming , thrilled, laughing,covering your eyes, pushing your hair back away from eyes, and whoahing in the same breath. I said, " Too much drama, I will be up for a week!". " My eyes are wide open", his wife said in the movie. Yeah so was the entire audiences hun, I thought. Great film for the ones who can handle violence with no problem, the plot and storyline is noble, and a surprising yet charming ending. I give it two thumbs up, Siskel and Ebert style.
acyrlicstains at 5:24:10 PM CST
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Hey Guess what?
I guess you could say I gone off and done it. I became a person who took the initiative to organize my life and live it with soccer mania. The memories are all coming back to me when I was a young teenager who played in California and we took third in state beating Yuba City that you can find in my archives at A Blast from My Past. Which to us was our competition. Refreshing my soccer skills and coagulating my previous preschool teaching abilities in a blender we get the end result of being a coach. To me the word coach is another name for teacher. And at this age it is a relatively new, fun, and a task introduction plus learning experiences for them and for myself. Now the artwork that I have done will be used as their T's, posters, and photo albums so its not like all my art will go to the waste pool but the time here on AOL and chat rooms was my scratch pad and improvement board. Not to mention I discovered a handful of friends that are welcome to keep in touch with me in the future. I consider this road a new chapter in my life that I am thrilled and ecstatic about. If you could keep me in your prayers to maintain the best possible outcome for the continual efforts in being a successful coach .
Thanks~
Renee'
New Hang Out: Sports Copa Mundial
acyrlicstains at 10:06:17 PM CST
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My Designer Logo's
^ (Would make a fantastic coffee cup/mug) 
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In the process of making LOGOS
Here are a few of my personal examples:
Note: AOL proves that all artworks are under my declared ownership.
It's that time where I prepare for the soccer club association meeting to organize my future as Coach Renee'. The exciting part of it is the time and efforts to design the sport logos for the teams under softball and soccer for my children. I am dishing out about a handful of ideas for the team moms/dads, webdesigners, and original head coaches for this particular group of competitive sport. I believe one of the above will eventually become a patch on our uniforms for everyone including the team coats and warm up suits. Not to mention the patch will be sewn on the visors for the softball league. Soccer shorts have the patches to sew on the shorts but the coaches come up with the Team shirts and team name so I am brainstorming with names. What you see above are possiblities to be set in stone. Somehow I will incorporate music along with the practices.
Have I mentioned how thrilling this new road is for me? It's an evolution from the stagnating point I was gluing myself to in this computer chair designing continuously to occupy my creative juices (in hopes of improvement) until finally now there is a purpose. It's all blending nicely. One step at a time. The best part about it is how I can be apart of my childrens lives because after diapers and warm dinners they become their own people that I somehow still want to attach or adhere myself to them for just a few years longer until I am no longer cool and have to wait for them to return to me about life's situations. How I will be remembered as not only "Mom" but their coach who designed their logo. (Cheezy grin, I know).
acyrlicstains at 11:30:37 PM CST
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