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OOC: Picking things up again!
It's been two years since this journal was updated which means I've obviously failed to stay current with my Theatrical Muse assignments. So, now that I have the time and (more importantly) the inspiration to start posting again, I will use old prompts from the Theatrical Muse community but will not be officially affiliated with it. I do intend to ( Read more... ) -
#314: Write about a memorable family meal
We had lots of people on our street while I was growing up who fit that image of a big, loud, happy-despite-its-quirks kind of family you'd see in sitcoms. My family wasn't exactly like that. Looking back on it now, I wouldn't trade all those dinners I spent with just Dad, talking sports and eating sad leftovers, for anything in the world. But I ( Read more... ) -
#304: What are you hiding from?
The funny thing about having your face on every newspaper in town, your entire life exposed and your secret revealed is that you realize how futile it is to try to hide. So, when it's all out there, it's a kind of relief. Relief I could have done without - definitely - but relief nonetheless ( Read more... ) -
#298: What's that smell?
"What's that smell?" Foggy sniffs the air and comes to a stand still.
"You're going to have to be a little bit more specific." I smile knowingly even though I don't really know what he's talking about. My nose isn't like the next guy's, if you know what I mean, so I can't be sure which of the thousands of molecules bombarding my nose at any one ( Read more... ) -
#289: Cheer someone up
"Eh, just a moment, sir. I... damn!" The clerk bounces around behind the counter like a nervous squirrel panicking about having her nuts stolen. She's just told me that she needs to get a new roll of paper for the receipts. From the bang of her hand against the cash register and the sudden spike of blood in the air, I take it that's not going so ( Read more... ) -
#287: Prison
When I was locked up, I thought a lot about the dark. I know it sounds like an odd thing to say for someone who hasn't actually seen any light in two decades, but it's really not so strange when you think about it. I've come to associate the feeling of darkness with other things and in prison, it was like a feeling I just couldn't shake. Darkness ( Read more... ) -
#276: Are you an only child? Write about your siblings or lack thereof.
When I was growing up, I was the only Catholic kid I knew of who didn't have any brothers or sisters. It's not as if people had entire litters or anything, but two or three kids at least. I was also the only one of my friends who lived with a single father. When I was little, I missed having a mother more than anything, it's only as an adult I've ( Read more... ) -
#274: What question do you most dread?
I get asked really silly questions sometimes. It happens because I'm a lawyer (doctors are not the only ones who have people come up and ask them professional questions at social gatherings). It happens because I'm blind. Really, the list of truly moronic - not to mention personal - things I've been asked would go on for a page and a half. Lately, ( Read more... ) -
#272: Do you have any pets? Would you like some?
I think I get animals better than most people in many ways. Most animals rely on their senses of smell and hearing more than people while the latter are much more visual. So, I guess you could say I get a dog's view of the world a lot of the time. I will often know why animals are acting strangely, why dogs stop at a particular street corner or why ( Read more... ) -
#268: The End
I wasn't there when the end came. I never heard the shot. Or I may have, but I hear guns going off all the time so if I did hear something, I wouldn't have known anyway. Especially not that far uptown. Afterward I kept thinking that I should have stayed after the fight. The way dad really wanted me to leave should have roused my suspicions, but it ( Read more... )