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One day I dropped my pencil. Then I went down to get it. Then my head bumped into the table so hard that the table fell over. My head hurt for an hour. The end :P

THE TIME I GOT DRUNK

One day I went to a wine tasting thing in Tuscany. I had a glass of white wine. It tasted bad. Then I had a glass of red wine. It tasted worse than the white wine. Then I had a glass of a different type of red wine. I learned that I have pretty low alchohol tolerance. I was a bit tipsy. My mom made me drink coke. It tasted good. Then I went inside a wine cellar. It was cold. Then I ate dinner. I can't remember what I ate. I think it was pork. Then I got a headache. THE END

Ok, I wasn't that drunk...

Once upon a time, there was a boy who went to the mall. He went to F.Y.E. and found a f'amazing shirt of Domo-kun, the mascot for NHK, which looks suspiciously like a living piece of turd. So he bought the shirt, and wore it a few days later. His friend saw the shirt, and laughed hysterically, because it looked like I was promoting dressing your poop up like a pirate. The end.

Memories in the Rain

It was raining that day. It was also raining the day before, and the day before that. The water level of the river rose significantly due to the rain. The monsoon made it almost impossible to see a few yards ahead.

Clad in my usual rain wear, a yellow parka with matching hat and black boots, I walked through the local park with my mother. No one else was around; it was only my mother and I. I had wondered why she wanted to take a walk on a day like this, but I didn’t question her. She seemed to like the rain. I asked her if we would be going home soon. She just smiled and told me that we would be going in a while.

The park looked typical. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Swings suspended from bright red bars waved back and forth, yearning for someone to sit down to use them. The slick, wet precipitation made the ground in the sand-filled area sticky and coagulated. In all honesty, it was a little eerie walking through a park when no one else is present. A railroad was ahead of us. Red lights flashed in the distance, signaling the arrival of yet another train. That would be the fourth one that day.

We turned around; it looked as if we were finally heading home. Thank God, I didn’t know how much longer I would last out there in the pouring rain. My mother and I strolled down the sidewalk to exit the park. A steep hill next to us lined the bend in the river. The river water seemed to rise every minute. I slowed down to watch the river, but mother tugged at my arm.

“All right, Michael. We’re going home now, okay?”

“Okay,” I replied.

“Hey, your face is a little wet. I’ll wipe that off for you. Don’t want you catching cold out here.” Smiling, she took out a white handkerchief from her overcoat, took off my hat and began wiping my brow. I fought her a little, as every kid does, but eventually gave in and let her finish.

“There you go,” she cooed.

“Aw, Ma,” I started, “you didn’t have to do that. I’m supposed to take care of you. Not the other way ‘round.”

She laughed. “All right,” she agreed. “What if I let you protect me on the way home?”

“All right!” I said with a grin.

As we continued down the sidewalk, something caught my eye. I turned my head to the hill leading down to the river.

That’s when I saw her. Near the edge of the river, there was a young girl. She seemed to be about my age, maybe a little older. She had moderately long black hair, obscuring most of her pale face. She had dark hazel eyes and sepia lips. The dress she was wearing was pink with many intricate designs of floral arrangements and calligraphy. She looked as if she had been out there for a great period of time. Her face looked fatigued. Her head hung low. I turned to my mother.

“Mom, who’s that?” I asked, pointing down to the river bend.

“Who, Dear? I don’t see anybody,” she replied.

“That girl right there! How do you not see her?” I started to get worried. How could she not see the young girl about whom I was talking? I felt like leading her down the hill. The rain reduced visibility, but not that much.

The girl leaned forward and her feet began to abandon the ground. She was going to fall into the river. I cast away my mother’s hand and raced down the knoll. My feet sank into the wet grass with every step. I almost lost my shoes, but I didn’t care. I wanted to save that little girl before she fell into the river. I dove forward and extended my arms. Mother shouted something to me, but the sound of an oncoming train drowned her words. My hands could not reach her in time, and she plunged into the ice cold water. Her head bobbed through the water as she was carried away by the current. Wasn’t I close enough? How could I not reach her in time? I was so perplexed, in fact, that I forgot I was still in the air. When I hit the ground, I lost consciousness.

When I awoke, my mother was lying on top of me, unmoving. I could see a look of terror upon her face. What could have happened while I was unconscious?

”Mom, wake up,” I whispered. I nudged her a few times, trying to wake her. “Mom, please wake up. What’s wrong? Speak to me! Mother, wake up!” I released my grasp on her body. I looked at my hands. They were covered in crimson liquid. I gasped. Mother was soaked in blood. There was a large wound on her back where the blood streamed out. My mother was dead, and it was all my fault.

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The wake was hard for everyone, especially my father. He couldn’t bear to see mother dead and needed assistance to and from the open casket. I have never seen my father in such hysterics. I felt horrible just seeing him like that. I was next to see my mother. She looked so beautiful. It was as if she were alive again. She was just sleeping, just like the time my sisters and I tried to wake her a few weeks ago. She was playing possum. As soon as we showed any sign of worry, she’d wake up and hug us tenderly. I thought that at any moment, she would wake from her game and greet everyone happily. Unfortunately, that moment never came.

I walked back to my pew and sat down. I didn’t know what I could do. I just sat there. I wished I could do something, anything to take my mind off of the situation. However, I also knew that doing so would not benefit me anyway. I turned my head and watched the people visit mother in her casket.

Everyone that Mother knew was there to remember her. Yet, this family reunion was anything but jovial. Everyone was clad in black: men in suits, women in dresses and veils. All of the women had white handkerchiefs which they used frequently throughout the service. The even ended quite abruptly and everyone headed home.

The ride home was silent. My father was in a different world as he drove, his eyes watching the road intently. It was still raining heavily. I peered out the passenger window and sighted as I watched the wind moving the trees. The constant beat of the windshield wipers broke through the silence. No one dared to speak. The occasional sniff would emanate from the back seat, where my sisters fought hard to hold back the tears. Ashley was nine, Nicole eleven. Nicole, always the tomboy, tried her hardest not to cry and to calm her sister down by jokingly insulting her, rather than console her.

“S-stop c-crying, Ash,” she whispered. “You k-know that Mom wouldn’t w-want us acting like t-this. Y-you’re such a w-wimp.” She tried to force a laugh.

We eventually arrived home, and we all raced to get inside to seek shelter from the never-ending torrent. We walked in the house and dried ourselves off. Without a word, Father walked off and went to his bedroom. He slammed the door behind him.

The house was in shambles, just as we had left it. Papers lined the dinner table and sat in piles on the chairs. The sink had rust stains around the drain; the faucet still had a dripping problem. The television was still on since we left, and an empty bottle of beer lay broken on the carpet next to the stained recliner. Man, we really did a number on this place. Mother would always try her best to clean up the house, but to no avail. Nothing would ever seem to stay the way it was when Mother was finished, but she never became upset about it.

I told my sisters to go to their room. They did so obediently. I roamed the house for a while, but eventually I made my way upstairs to my room. I opened the door and realized what a mess I had left behind. Many pieces of homework—mainly math—littered the surface of my desk. Other papers and pencils seemed to migrate from my full wastebasket to the rest of my room. Clothes were piled on my bed, remnants of my wardrobe from the other day. I decided to ignore that mess, at least for a little while. I cleared the clothes from my bed, climbed in, and fell asleep.

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Weeks passed and day-by-day, Father became a little bit more social. Sometimes we would carry on a whole conversation, but it would abruptly end once I brought up anything that reminded him of Mother. I would apologize, but he would just sit silently and continue to read his newspaper, book, or whatever else he decided to take up.

One day, the rain actually ceased. The sun forced itself through the clouds and brilliant sunlight burst through the dismal sky. Bright yellow beams shone through the windows. This was the first time I had seen sunlight since the accident. I felt as if I were growing paler with each passing day. The sunlight reflected off father’s glasses. He raised his dense blue eyes away from his morning paper and peered out of the window adjacent him.

“Well,” he began, “This is nice for a change. I haven’t seen the sun in ages. Don’t you think it’s nice, Michael?”

“Yeah,” I sighed as I ate my cereal.

“How ‘bout you and I go visit your Mother?”

“Really, can we?”

“Sure, finish your breakfast and grab your jacket.”

As instructed, I dined quickly and took my jacket off of the hangar. Father shoved his paper aside, walked over to the coat rack, and put on his coat. He moved his dark brown hair away from his eyes and raised his rectangular glasses farther up his lengthy nose.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

I nodded my head and followed him out the door. This was the third or fourth time that month that we had visited Mother’s grave. Usually, Nicole and Ashley would accompany us, but not this time. Father wanted to take me alone. I thought that this was little out of the ordinary, but I never questioned him. I was sure he had his reasons.

It was quite the hike, but we managed to make it to the cemetery. The sun shone on the wet headstones, drying up any excess water that resided on the surface. Flowers were drowned in rainwater, which glinted with each stray beam of sunlight and random petals would peek out of the stagnant puddles to catch the warmth of the daylight.

Mother’s tombstone wasn’t as drenched and the others, which made me feel better. It seemed as though she still had the strength to fight off the depressing effects of nature, even in death. I was glad to visit her again. We stood in front of Mother’s headstone for a few minutes without saying anything. I wanted to break the silence, but no words would escape my lips.

Dad took a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lit one up. He would do this every time we came here. He would stand in the usual spot, take a few puffs from the cig and put it out.

“I thought you quit smoking,” I said.

“Well, I did,” she stated. “You see, when I first met your mom, I was smoking. She said that I looked so cool holding a cigarette between my fingers. It was the only compliment she ever gave me that was about the way I looked. So, whenever we visit this place, I light one up…just for her.”

Silence hit us again, and we stood there for a few more minutes. I had to say something, anything.

“Why…?” I began.

“Huh?”

“Why is it…that you don’t blame me for mother’s death? It would be so much easier for you if you did. It was my fault that she died. I ran down the hill. Me. Her death was caused because of my actions. So, why? Why not blame me?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” he said calmly. “Nothing you did was wrong. You tried to save another human being. I was your mother’s time to go. As hard as that might be to comprehend, it’s true. Believe me, I know. So, just live life as you want, Son. Don’t worry about the consequences. Live well, dine well, and become stronger than this old man you see before you today.”

I stood there without saying a word. This was the first time that my father had ever said something so philosophical.

“Come on, let’s go home,” he suggested.

I followed him as we made our way back to the house. The last of the dark clouds were gone, letting sunshine fall on everything in the great star’s path. A single raindrop fell from the blue sky and splashed on my nose. I turned back and glanced at my mother’s grave once more before I continued on my way. Until next time.

*blinks*
*blinks again*
Dang that's long....

Ok, story....

A couple friends of mine made an awesome movie called Random Crap 2 with me. Like its name says, it was full of randomness, explosions, rebel soldiers, and epic face offs between Magneto and Luke Skywalker. We had a great time, played some Nintendo Wii, and generally laughed our heads off. The end.