One Story, One Day: Earth is Dead

I had a story to write about today, but it seems that it has flown before I had the chance to tag it. I'm hoping that in writing this I'll figure it out. It either had to do with regret, or loss, and was possibly a science fiction story. It may have been about twins as well, or one guy with a split personality that gives him the appearance of having a twin. That would be interesting, but I'm not sure how it would play out. More in a minute, after I put the kid to bed and try out some of these new chips! I'm a fucking pig, I know.

So I just found out that possibly the greatest learning program for kids is coming back! To be honest, I hadn't actually seen the program since elementary school, but at that age it was one of the coolest shows in town. Of course I'm talking about Reading Rainbow, hosted by that lovable visor wearing host from Star Trek: TNG. My two favorite things in elementary school were reading and Star Trek, so I made sure to watch it every chance that I could get.

It turns out that the program was canceled in 2009 but since it's cancellation the host has been working his butt off trying to find a way to get it back into the hands of kids. His answer: make it mobile. Listen, kids are just as addicted to technology as their tablet gobbling parents. The problem is that, while "some" parents are actually using them for "smart" things, kids are more interested in watching YouTube and playing inane match three games than doing anything educational. It seems that the Reading Rainbow crew has realized this and created a program that provides all the same information that was available through the television program but have added a touch of interactivity to keeps the kids interested. The result is something that I cant wait to find a way to kids into the hands of my own kids when it is "hopefully" released for Android in the future. At the moment, it's an IOS only release.

Okay, story idea for the day. A colony consisting of engineers, scientists, psychologists, a handful of average people, and their families, wake up on the moon on Christmas morning. Artificial snow is pumped into their individual home bubbles in order to simulate the experience of being back home.  A mother has woken up at around 5 in the morning, lunar standard, to put the finishing touches on Christmas Morning. She steps outside and takes a look at the other bubbles in her block, taking in the ambiance, the lights that are being projected onto the surface of each bubble.

She looks up as earth, massive and majestic, quietly passes by. She thinks about the last time she woke up and felt real snow between her freezing toes. She was about 15 when her parents were assigned to be part of the first "family" to live on other world. Tears were shed over losing friends yada yada yada, her kids have never heard the familiar crunch of real snow. All they have is fluff. She thinks about the idea that they'll be able to return next year when she notices something off about Earth. All the lights are off, and then the entire planet seems to catch fire.

Earth is Dead.

One Story - One Day: Abortion

Disclaimer: This was written in the time span of less than a day in order to describe feelings related to the events that proceeded. Prepare for grammar and logical errors that would otherwise be non-existent in a fully put together piece of work.

Flash Fiction - Abortion

        She could feel them, seeds of who they might be, as they made home her solid frame. She could feel them as they rearranged her from the inside until she met their needs. They would feed and grow until, she knew, they would leave as they always do. But for some reason this time, something was different.
She couldn't see them, could understand exactly what was happening. They had been with her for years when a pain, like the ripping of a saw, cut deep into her abdomen. Something was wrong, but who could help? All she could do was wait.
Then as sudden as a burst of wind swarming with razer blades, the faceless came. They tore open her womb and with no regard to her structure or health, ripped one of them away. Her dress was torn to shreds, eyes bloodshot, and her womb emptier than it was before. As she laid down to sleep she whispered to herself
"It needed a cure, not a knife, it needed love, not a knife, it needed compassion, not a knife." The silent sound of air whisped through the vacuum of a gutted door.

One Story - One Day

Sorry in advance for the terrible grammar, I wrote this in a hurry.

This blog is about to take a whole different turn than what I had originally intended. You see, my brother was recently arrested for something that completely blew the tops off of all of our heads. He's always been a good, if silent, brother and lives with me. The charges are so outrageous that they could lead to him being in jail for a year or more. Needless to say, but I'm going to say it anyway, our entire family is devastated. My mother is often historical, he's the first person on our side of the family to be arrested and the last person that we expected it to happen to.

Anyway, my brother isn't a bad guy. Far from it, he just has a few personality quirks that keep some people from enjoying him more than others. What he got arrested for didn't harm anyone, I'm not sure why he did it, but I've always felt that he might be a little unstable in an "I need someone to talk to" kind of way. In prison he most likely won't get that, but I've got to get him something. With your help I'll hopefully be able to send him a little more money because target money doesn't really give me any extra to send. My mother works for nearly the same wage that I do as well.

This blog is going to become a fundraiser to make sure that my brother has all the things that he needs while in prison; Hygiene Materials, the junk food he loves, and time on his phone card to make sure that he can talk to us almost every day. The most important thing that you can do for a loved one while he is away is keep in contact. They have to know that there are people out there that care. So if you are reading this and you know my little brother, go and see him, I'm sure he will appreciate it. Visitations are every day except Sunday, twice a week, for 15 minutes at a time.

I'm sure if many of you look up his name on the internet and find out what he did, you might feel strange that I am going to such lengths to make sure that he is okay. He's never been a violent person, never committed a violent act, and he would never go out of his way to make someone else's life harder than it has to be. What he performed was an act of having seen something that he shouldn't have. Have you ever seen a shock site? Two girls one cup ring any bells? How many of you saw that and immediately thought "Dude this is messed up" then set out to see if there was anything else just as bad? There was no perversion present, possibly just a disturbed mind that needs help. Maybe he could get help in prison, but this isn't about that. This is about affording him the things that will keep him going while he is there.

Now to the mission. Every day that my brother is in jail I'm going to spend a portion of the day putting together a story that I will post to this blog. If you read the story, I only ask that you donate at the very least a dollar to my brothers health and well being. We all know that the backwards prison system won't lift a finger to do it. Not every story is going to be a winner, but I'll do my best to keep you entertained for the time that you spend reading them. At the bottom of the page will be a link to an account where I will be taking these donations. Once I reach a certain amount of money I will take it out and give it to the prison. This will ensure that things aren't as bad as they could be and that he always has a link to the world outside.

Thank you for your time, please comment with anything that might help my family through this troubling time.