Smell the breeze

Snap, click, thump, goes the twigs and leaves underneath my sore feet. I look around me and see the shadows of huge,great,amazing,pine trees. I love the smell of pine, it reminds me of my old boyfriend, from back at home, before i had to leave. But I realize that there is something else in the air too. I strain my eyes and look around for the source of the smell, only to realize that the woods are a dark, thick, pitch, black now. The quite hum of the city, and the static of everyone going along with their little daily lives has died down almost to a complete silence. All of a sudden I realize that i recognize the intruding smell. The smell of warm breakfasts and of celebratory afternoons. The smell of doughnuts. I carefully make my way out of the forest and into the once busy streets of Finch Pointe. The mist is rising but is still very prominent and thick, blocking my veiw to a few feet in front of me, it doesn't help that the power is out in the whole city except for the doughnut shop. I see a shadow of a character appear in my field of vision. He is going to kill you. The voices say."NO!" I scream out loud to no one in particular. The voices, they aren't real, not real, not real, not real. I say to myself over and over again, clenching my eyes shut. All of a sudden I feel a firm grip on my shoulder and slowly open my eyes and turn to face them. "You okay?" they say. I see who it is better now, its just Vivian Johnson, my old housemate. We talk some and I invite him to the doughnut shop for some coffee and doughnuts. "My treat" I tell him.

Crunch

As  I am crunching on my Cheetos and walking down the sidewalk, I peer down between bites and clomp down the little path that goes between "Whatchawant"  and my apartments in my worn boots that are beginning to get holes on the toes. The pathway is still there because people walk on it, its not paved over or anything, further down the pathway and see a couple of little kids playing basketball. I never liked basket ball, since i towered tall at a total of 5'11", everyone asked if i played basketball. I did play basketball once, I was great at it, but I didn't like it. Back in 5th grade, all the kids love basketball, when you had free time, what would you do? Play basketball! it was always basketball this,basketball that. I shuffle my feet down the pathway into the woods...

Apply

I need a legit job, instead of what I have been doing. I think I will apply for a job somewhere, definitely not Blatitatat, that is just the stupidest name i have ever heard for a tattoo parlor for one, and if I was a tattoo artist, I would definitely NOT do those crappy ugly looking cheesy ones. If I were a tattoo artist, I would give Sawleah, a sweet girl I met one night at the club,  a swan, she is a beautiful girl  who dances at the local dance studio. Maybe I will apply for a job at the continence store "whatcha want". I walked into the store and find the usual high pitched "Hey, how are you Sam?"  I grab my hot cheetos and Dr.Pepper and ask him about applying for a job.                                

Superstar

"Crap, its raining" i think to my self before i decide to roll over and go back to sleep. I stretch and wake once more around 1:00. I stumble over some shit on the floor and over to my little foggy apartment window. Looks like a nice day, I like this hot steamy humid weather, it reminds me of when I was small and we used to go to the beach and I would hunt for hermit crabs and build huts for them to live in. Then we would go out for pizza, then bowling(I always hated bowling though, its so lame).Those were the days when things were simpler and more innocent, the good 'ole days. I see something out of the corner of my eye and realize that its a limo, probably one of those snobby, nose-in-the air celebrities. that would be funny if it got stuck in the round about like the Piggly Wiggly truck did a few days ago. Unfortunately it doesn't, and pulls into Queens Place without fail. A very well protected figure surrounded by body guards gets out of the van and walks into queens place. It looked like it may have been Eminem. I take the other stairwell this time and start walking to the doughnut shop. I pass someone walking down the sidewalk of Is that him? wait! I know that person, my old childhood friend OJ Smith! I stop on the sidewalk and catch up a little and we exchange numbers and plan to meet again soon.

KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Woosh. Ka-boom. The food trailer roars up in flames causing complete and utter chaos down below. Causing the trailer workers to run from the trailer. One thing leads to the next like dominoes, setting fire to the place where the some guy is failing epicly at saving his bootleg liquor he was selling when they too, go up in flames. I witness all of this outside my window. "Damn, I wanted to buy some of that" I thought to myself. I walk down the steps of my apartment and trip down the other half stairs and crash to the bottom. Huh, that's weird, I thought I had an amazing balance, "something is different about today" I head someone whisper in my ear. Looking around the stairwell, I find that I am completely alone besides the grafitti and gum on the walls. Shit shit shit shit shitttttt!!!!!! I run out from the stairwell glancing behind me and then WHAMO! I run straight into a hard concrete wall. I could have sworn that  I saw something, it went by too quickly to tell though. Chills quickly pass through me as I exit the apartment building. I find myself zoning out while walking down the sidewalk of black avenue to the local convenience store whatcha want. "hey! whats up
Sam!" Richard greets me as usual and I grab my regular Cheetos and Dr. Pepper. "You will never belive what just happened..." I start telling him.

Dumpster diving

I hear voices. They are all around me. I hear screaming, laughter, and bad music. I can hear the voices again. No, not right now, not here. I jolt awake and look around me to realize that I am in the middle of the woods inside the little hut I built. Groggy headed, I stumble towards the source of the noise, pull a ratty torn sweatshirt that i found on top of my tee, then do a quick pocket check of my jeans before I continue. Wallet, check; phone, check; knife, check. I can’t remember what happened last night, walking aimlessly, I almost run into this weird grungy looking guy digging through the dumpster behind the apartments holding a sketchy brown bag. Automatically, I my hand clenches my knife in my pocket, you never know what can happen. Just like the voices say to me.  The man grumbles something under his breath which I think was “damn where is….I think…no it cant….maybe…” and chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. Then I slowly release my grip on my knife and slunk over towards the source of the chaos. It looks like a carnival, I better go check it out to make sure I'm not hallucinating again. It turns out it is real, so with nothing better to do, not much of a carnival if you ask me, but whatever.
 I turn into the carnival, realizing that there is a crazy chaos of a place. I like it, suits this town if you ask me. I go and walk around seeing many things like cheap-as-hell roller coasters, and game booths, clowns and Ferris wheels. I decide to go on the Ferris wheel, well even though the voices tell me not to, I do anyways. I should have listened to the voices. Why should have I? well, because this stupid fucking Ferris wheel decides to just stop right before the platform to get off, great, now I'm stuck here for what. another 15 minutes? Hah, i don't think so. Pulling out my knife, i pop off the cheap shit of a lock and hop out and head home. I exit through the gates after much trouble of finding them.

Chaos rumbles in the big city

"Shit" I heavily sighed out. I don't want to get up today, just like every other day of my life that I've lived here. I rolled over in bed and clumsily hit the snooze button. But I have to go and work on my fort in the woods out behind my apartment, its coming along pretty well. I looked out the window and realized that I had no time to loose. If anyone knows the weather in this place, I do. I have been living here a whole 17 years, yup, I've been here my whole life. I know this city very well, every inch of it. And looking out the window I KNOW that rain is coming by the huge unfriendly cumulonimbus clouds slowly drifting their way towards my city. I hurry and roll out of bed and put on my ripped up jeans, shoved my favorite knife, the benchmade infidel into the depths of my crowded pockets and slipped on favorite t-shirt, put on my green bandanna to keep my tangled mess of hair out of my face. I hurdled over my piles of old clothes and ran to the kitchen in my small two room apartment and grabbed a pop tart. I didn't HAVE to run of course, but i had stuff to do! I was in a hurry. I didn't really have time for supposed to be fancy run-down elevators, just for 1 lousy floor. As I was leaving the apartments, I slowed my pace looking over my shoulder seeing a huge ass Piggly Wiggley truck stuck on the round about. Maybe its a conspiracy, Maybe they are spy's spying one me inside there. Then I quickly turned the corner.