I started taking a writing class 2 weeks ago. Even though I liked it, I like my sleep more and didn't like getting home at a late hour. That being said. I am going to post the two stories that I wrote.
5 years ago I was working at The Heathman. Wasn't really sure where my life was headed. I was going out all the time and partying a lot. I was trying to figure out how to let go of the past and make goals for the future. Wanting to pay off my debt and stop being poor, but couldn't give up the "mid-20's" life style. Didn't want a boyfriend and wanted to move to Boston. It was my goal to move to Boston at the age of 32. I don't know why I picked 32 but I figured I would have my debt paid off by then. My heart was stuck in the past, my head in the future and body in in the now. 5 years ago, I was a mess. 5 years ago, I was confused, afraid, and just a drinker. My responsible side never let me miss work or go to work hung over. It was the balance between the hard worker and the party girl. This is why to this day and enigma. My favorite word, I should have it tattooed on my forehead. My thoughts, my actions, change from day to day, from minute to minute. I will never be satisfied. I always want more, to be better and have a more fulfilled life. 5 years ago, I wanted the same thing but didn't know how to do it. 26 seems like forever ago. Never, ever would I want to be in my 20's again. I only want to move forward but share my past in hope to help others deal with their own pain. 5 years ago, my love was staring me in the face and I didn't even know it. Oh how I love my job. It drives me.
How the fire started...I don't know. It was very sad to see the woman sobbing and just standing there staring at her house. All I could do was hope that everyone made it out okay. We are sitting at home and it was 8:51pm, I am freak about time, I hear the trucks go by and go by, then the ambulance and police cars. I know it is close, only a block or two away. I tell Ross that I want to go and see what is going on. At first we think it is the battery place on the corner but then realize that it is a house. I want to move closer, but don't want to get in the way. It looks safe, so we go...closer and then we are on the other side of the street and the house is still burning. You can see the flames shoot from the roof. There are a lot of trees that are blocking the view. I want to say something to the woman, I want to call the Red Cross but don't do anything but stand there and stare. No one know how it started. We go home at 9:17pm. The next day someone comments on the picture that Ross posted and so sad, her dog had died. Makes me sad. Then I worry about my house, my dog and I don't want to go through that. To relate, my body is the house, the dog is my bones and lady parts were destroyed by the fire. The lady outside sobbing is my mom, dad, sister, Ross, Jayme and all others close to me not being able to help or change what is happening. How did the fire start? I don't know. I sure didn't sit on any radiation. The house can be rebuilt, maybe into something nicer, but there will always be the scares of what was once there. The trees will take time to grow back and be as beautiful as ever. It just will never be the same. The woman may even sob every now and again over her lost dog. She might even get a new one. But once the fire started her life will never be the same again. Where does that leave us? With of a bunch of time that we didn't know what would be the new normal. Just wait until I get on my soapbox, oh talking new normal. I could write a book on past, present, and future. Oh that's right that is going to be my ultimate goal. Help people deal with their new normal. It's not how to the fire started but when the fire started.
I like them. It is a interesting way to write. I will try it again some more.
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