Some of the production companies/publishers I am going to submit OAA to, ask for a writer biography. Do you think this will work? Hobbler’s Bio Once upon a time there was a writer. All day she spun beautiful works of … Continue reading
In light of recent events, I am re-posting this as a reminder to myself. First and most importantly; don’t panic. 98.875% of the world’s population will come to this realization at some point in their lives. If you don’t think … Continue reading
I sometimes want a look inside the deeper world I know you hide. But your mind is locked and you hoard the key. I can only see what you let me see.
So I’ll skim the surface waiting for, the day you decide to open the door.
If that day never comes to be, remember it was you who held the key.
Once upon a time there was a fish.
One fish in the sea of millions.
The thing that makes this fish tale different,
Is that this fish didn’t know how to swim.
She tried so hard.
To be like the other fish.
To “fly” through the water.
The other fish made it look easy.
The same water that lifted everyone else,
Was suffocating, heavy, immobilizing.
A few fish tried to help.
To teach her how to swim
She couldn’t swim.
Eventually she stopped trying.
She wasn’t strong enough.
At least she wasn’t in her mind’s eye.
So she drifted.
So she fell.
So she drowned.
But don’t be sad…
There are lots of fish in the sea.
As David splashed through the creek bed after leaving his mother, he couldn’t help but cry. He had loved her, and her death would have been horrible. Maybe he should have stayed and tried to help her fight them off, but she demanded he run. The fear in her voice had been so intense. He had to listen. He had to obey.
She had taught him to be strong, but she had also shown him there was great strength in recognizing his weaknesses. He would honor her with his life.
The creek was cold and he felt far enough along to step out and try to find shelter from the deepening darkness. As he clambered over the slippery rocks, his shin was gouged by a protruding twig.
Nothing like leaving a trail of blood when being chased by killers he thought to himself. Maybe they didn’t know about him. Maybe they wouldn’t try to find him. He has to get it cleaned up though, and he could see some smoke rising a little way away. The “Outcasts” don’t like fire, so it should be safe to venture toward it. Maybe they would have something to bandage his wound with as well.
David drew closer and could smell that some sort of oil was being burned with the fire. It looked like three old women were the only ones by the fire. David was out of options as he stepped from the cover of the woods.
Here is a real version, and here is one for you to karaoke with my new lyrics to. Frosty the stoned man Was a jolly happy soul, With a silver pipe and a runny nose And eyes so red … Continue reading
Real Up on the housetop you better not pause You’re not really Santa Claus. Down through the chimney you might fall If you put the lights up so tall. Oh, oh, oh! There you go. Ow, ow, ow! … Continue reading
Real – These things are better if you sing them to the tune of the real song. Went shopping on Black Fri. I got a bunch of toys Passed up the drum set my kid wants Cause I didn’t … Continue reading
I think this is the favorite out of my remade Christmas songs, so I thought I’d make some pics to go with it. Now, please don’t be too harsh on the drawings, they are just for fun. Real…Karaoke Grandma got … Continue reading