Dictator’s Die (Short Story)

“How is your day Ms. Fuentez?”

“Oh hi Rodney, good I guess.”

“You’re fixing to get off aren’t ya?”

“Oh yeah,” as she kept typing.

She stopped for a second, looked past Rodney’s scrawny figure and grayed hair, through the office window, “You better get back to work Rodney, Earl should be coming back any minute.”

Rodney fixed his glasses and said, “Okay. It was nice talking to you for a second.”

“Same here.”

Not shortly after, Earl Temple came in with his big belly, and white hair that was parted to the side. He always wore suspenders that looked like it was helping him wield up his coffee mug. After all the 15 years Lisa Fuentez worked with Earl, she never knew how one man could drink so much coffee.

“Do you have that typed up yet?” Earl asked abruptly.

“No, I’m not finished,” Lisa replied.

“Well you should be.”

Earl walked back into his office that was connected to Lisa’s. He was the head boss. A waste manager was a stressful job, but a job none the less. He had no relationship of any kind to his employees, but his workers had special “relations” with him. Lisa was his secretary and the one closest to him all day. Rodney and the other co-workers felt bad for her. They all had a crush on her, for she was a cute, short-haired, and fit woman.

The company they worked for was called Tire Plus. They recapped tires for tractors and trailers in Little Rock, Arkansas. The office and shop were small and boxed in. Tempers were always flaring. Tire Plus had a rough history, and it was lucky if you got out alive. Not only that, but Earl was notoriously known for getting rid of people he didn’t like , or in his mind, thought were lazy. Lisa was recently on that list.

Lisa had left for the day without telling Rodney goodbye, as she usually did. She had grown weary of how Earl was treating her and seem to grow paranoid that Earl was trying to get her fired. This had been constantly on her mind for the past year, as he had made a sexual advance on her the year before.

Before Lisa went home, she tried to stop by the health and fitness club to run out the stress, but this time it was it was not working. Thinking about the insanity, and the insanity itself was pushing her over the edge. She knew just what had to be done, and the thought set comfortably, as the sanity swelled up in her brain.

She got back in her white Honda Civic. Driving through the streets that were lit up by city lamps, their was not a thought on her mind. The radio was on mute, and so was she. Finally making her way to a parking lot of a store that sold one thing. The sign she walked under before making her entrance read, GUNS.

Lisa exited the store. She pulled out the gun she had just purchased once more in the car, that was now legally in her name. It was a .45 Sig Sauer. She put it back in the holster and wanted to stop by her father’s house. Her mother had recently passed away and was now forced to help a second household. This wore heavily on her.

For the next three days during the work week, Lisa obtained a membership to a shooting range. There, she would gain accuracy and progress her sharp shooting skills. On the third day, since her last purchase, on a Thursday night after work, Rodney decided to stop by Lisa’s house. He had lived close by. He noticed all week the friction between Earl and Lisa.
Lisa heard a knock at the door and opened it, “Hey Rodney, what are you doing here?”


“Come in.”

“Well I just came to check on you,” losing his balance just a bit.

Lisa noticing this said, ” Oops… be careful.”

“If you haven’t noticed… Lisa… I should probably get to the point… I like you. I’m also worried, you haven’t been yourself.”

“Oh Rodney, I like you too… But… I just can’t handle dating some one right now.”

Their was an odd silence,”I understand I should probably go now,” Rodney said and turned away.

“Rodney wait… I do like you. I just… have a little bit of stuff on my plate… I’m fine though.”

“You sure?”

“Of course I am, thank you Rodney.”

“Okay, bye Lisa,”  and he drove off.

The next day Lisa arrived at work. She always waved at Rodney every morning and this day wasn’t any different. She had placed the gun in her purse for easy access. Her plan was simple, point, shoot, and wait for the cops to come. Lisa wasn’t performing any of her work today,  their wasn’t any point in it. Lisa noticed that Earl was late this morning, so she still sat up straight, her purse in her lap, and waited.

Fatigue had set in, for it had been three hours, and still no sign of Earl.  She began to think he had taken off today. All her encouragement, and build up for this moment had been wasted.She might not ever get the nerve to do this again. The thoughts of her mom, family, and the hatred she had for this man were all for nothing. She began to cry and started feeling resentful. She knew she was wrong for even thinking such a thing. And that was harder to think of in itself.

Just then Rodney charged in, “You must have heard already,” noticing her crying.

She wiped her eyes, “What?”

“Earl died of a heart attack last night.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, his wife just called.”


Top 10 Jail Slang Of The Day

  1. Can’t Get Right
  2. Johnny Sack ( When the cafeteria is closed, or they don’t feel like cooking i.e. Peanut Butter sammiches)
  3. Old School (Old Inmate)
  4. Youngster (Young Inmate)
  5. Catchin’ Chain (Going to the Big House)
  6. SpongeBobs (Pancakes that look like yours truly)
  7. Prune Fest (Along w/ SpongeBobs Plenty of prunes)
  8. 6 Days and a Biscuit ( 6 days until he/she is free)
  9. Poop Around it (Get over it)
  10. Crash Dummy (waiting to get punched)

The Disappearing Man (Poem)

                                   The Feelings go unnoticed, he couldn’t bare
                                   Dealing with thoughts impaired
                                   This left you behind
                                   Feelings go unnoticed, what happened and what might have been
                                   The enemy you saw, a man you thought flawed
                                   It made him vanish
                                   Leaving was always involved
                                   Pealing the outside from within
                                   Dissolves, problem solved
                                   The self hatred pleads on and on
                                   Emotions go unnoticed, this is wrong
                                   The Disappearing Man is now gone

………Minding My Own Business Pt. II

On Feb. 7, 2012, I was doing the normal routine, doing a couple of push ups, and doing a few sit ups. Upon doing some calisthenics I return to publish, write, surf the social media, read news and tweets. I watch a little day time television, multitasking away. Before I knew it, it was time for the news at 4:00 PM, central time. The amber alert had previously aired a report on Ellen. Then another story broke about a shooting at a Dart Train Station in Richardson. It got me thinking about my first story I wrote about this.

When I was riding the bus one time I bought a reduced bus fare ticket. I had purchased, in what I believed to be a discount for taking the train, in which I figured you got a discount for riding a direct train route. For it does not tell you what the reduced pass is for. I received a citation for fare evasion, originally reduced pass, not fair evasion, a sixty dollar fine. The day before Feb. 7,  I received a letter in the mail for the incident that happened in December 2011. It’s now a $200 fine. I thought it was at least gonna be a few more months for a big city, and considering I’m low on funds, bad.

The next day the shooting happened, but not before another incident involving crazy people, one man was pushed into an oncoming train, and another person fired a few shots at a different location. All after my first story about Steve, the dude who made my “spidey sense” go off. I know there are plenty more incidents that they don’t show happen on a daily basis and I can only imagine.

The story broke the news as I continued to watch, wondering what happened with the mother that kidnapped her own daughter. The news chopper had been circling, as the news casters were telling what bits and pieces of information they had, all the while waiting for Richardson Police to hold a conference on the issue. Finally the Sargent came on and gave a more detailed description of what happened. I heard a little piece of what he said and became weary. He said, “Their was an altercation between a driver and a passenger. The officer went to investigate, as she did, the man who was being disruptive started walking away. She chased after him, and the man turned around and started firing at the officer. The shots had hit some bystanders and the officer was hit, aided by her bullet proof vest, and one that grazed her arm. The man ran across the street into a near by business, as he died from injuries still pending on whether or not by suicide or by officers”.

Obviously the man was not right in the head, and could have ultimately hurt others a few days, months, even years later. This is very heroic by the officer, however the situation could have been avoided had she had just called in back up instead of charging up on someone. She could had followed him up a little more and then approached him.

I was wondering about the innocent bystanders for I had been optimistic about the tactics used. I was upset to think how everybody is just trying to make a dollar and have to fall into a situation like that. I felt bad, I cling to this story and my heart goes out. Maybe now they feel that they are a sacrifice. I could only imagine how the victims feel ………..Minding My Own Business, I could have let this story go, but I thought this needed to be brought to light. It also frustrates me to know that they waste their time on people who get reduced passes. They go hand in hand when somebody calls it out. Basing a real life situation and now have to pay for a mistake.

*Update: 2 bystanders, 1 being killed
Shooter is one, Cory Jones (diseased), shot by officers
Officer’s bullets hit 1 bystander in the arm
Shooter’s bullets killed one, Eric Johnson.

The Competition (Poem)

I see, with eyes,

                              the reaction of expression
                     To hear the tone of,
                              white lies and aggression
                     Sitting just below waiting,
                               to feed, to plead
                     Fighting for a prize,
                               only one fights for himself
                     Accomplishments made,
                               reflections are not parallel
                     The world remains the same,
                               it has not changed
                     Forces become objects
                               of nature, blame,
                                                       negative, positive
                     Big Bang
                                                        letting the two win
                      Peace provided

Let it be Done (Text Message)

man don’t give up. I’m not. sometimes I want to, to be honest with you. but I know some people deserve to live their lives, and people willing to give their lives for it, ain’t nothin  that  can compare. one day all this crazy shit will end. where we can, i ask the gods above to to please grant me freedom.  let it be done.

Eye In The Sky (Short Story)

The stars were shining bright one night in East Texas. Chad and his brother Patrick were hanging out in a car, listening to the radio, and having a few beers. The station was playing  rock music, Audioslave’s “Like a Stone”.

“Mom wants you to get a job,” Patrick said. “She wants you to help out with the bills.”

Chad lit a cigarette and took a drag. He blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth, angled towards the cracked window. Patrick being irritated by the smoke said, “Damn crack your window more,” and coughed.

“Look I’m trying to find a job. It’s hard to find one when we live so far from everything.”

“Chad…. you always use that as an excuse, you have to get a job, that’s it.”

“It’s bullshit,” Chad spoke out.

Chad and Patrick still lived with their mom. They had recently been fighting about this, for it had been three months since Chad had last worked. The car they were sitting in was a black 1996 Chevy Lumina, sitting by their double wide factory home, in an asphalt made driveway. The spot light came on by the side door; the wind had shaken the auto sensor. They thought they had woken their mom up, which they did not want to do. She would be pissed.

The spotlight turned off, and they were now sitting in the dark. The song had ended and went on to play an Alice In Chains song called “Rooster”. They both sat silently, listening to the tune. Chad gazed up at the stars, wondering how he could escape the thought of finding a job. He knew how hard it was to find work. He tried to think of several things to do for money, like starting a band, but didn’t know anybody to start one with. Thoughts raced through his brain.

Chad suddenly noticed something catch his eye. He pointed with his index finger, with the hand his lit cigarette was in and said, “Hey look, a shooting star.”

Patrick huffed, “I’m not kidding, quit trying to change the subject.’ He was looking right at Chad with his wide eyes, dark thick eyebrows, and goatee chin pointed down.

Chad was still locked in on the bright white dot as his long, blonde curly hair, blocked his view from Patrick’s crazy stare. “Wait wha- what’s that?”

“What?” Patrick gasped.

” Dude, seriously, look! That doesn’t look like a falling star, it stopped.”

Just then the object descended down and stopped again. Chad exited the car, as Patrick followed, both of their heads still cocked up at the sky.

“That’s not normal,” Chad whispered.

“It’s nothing,” Patrick scoffed.

Just then the bright phenomenon moved forward, and started to get closer. Patrick started walking towards the front door of the house, “I’m going in”. Chad speculated a bit, “We’re not alone.”

“That’s great, get a job.” Before Chad started walking towards the house, he looked back over, and the object had disappeared. He began to walk to go inside the house. “This must be a sign,” he thought to himself. He needed to start a band.

Top 25 Help with Band Names

  1. Crow Pie
  2. Broomsquad
  3. Death Star Squad
  4. Delta 9
  5. Charlie 5
  6. Intake
  7. Day of the Dead
  8. Skeletors
  9. United Stains of America
  10. Hungry Afternoon
  11. Happy Accident
  12. Mud Pie
  13. No Avail
  14. Pound Mouth
  15. Alpha/Omega
  16. Smelly Defeat
  17. Ender
  18. Brimstone and Fire
  19. The Heathen’s Wall
  20. Swamp Monsters
  21. Throw and Retreat
  22. Gandaulf’s Standoff
  23. Potter Harry
  24. Big Bitch
  25. Thine Hookers               Bfry. 1 or 2 have been taken, but this is my made up band names.

‘Til The Wheels Fall Off

When I started my Twitter account, it was about the same time the San Diego Comic Convention was going on, in July of 2011. I was a little upset and I was missing out. Also, the membership on my Xbox Live online had expired. I needed something to do, fast. Thus began to emerge my social media exploration. I never thought I would like it so much.

It manifested my life’s quest, dreams, and every imaginable possibility an American should be inclined to involve themselves with. True the internet is free, but the products and people are not. Trying to make a dollar in the cyber world is not easy though.

I read tons of tweets, posts, personal blogs, articles, video media, photos, share other people’s work, promote, write/draw/share my work, support online activism, instigate a marketing competition, trading stories, and publish a Daily paper. Along with this I’m seeing a movie, going to a concert, going to a club, eating out, going to outings and conventions around town. I consider myself an ultimate fan. I’m very thankful to be able do these things also.

My books are something I try to make time for. As you really have to have time to engage, as I am sometimes guilty for being so active. (along with a part-time job) Their is so much stuff to do. If I didn’t have to hustle money I would be in heaven. In a lot of ways I’m hustling already.

Enjoying things sometimes is a gift to yourself, and every one knows too much of anything can be bad for you. (You know what I’m talking about. (OCD). I love the amenities of life, and I’ll ride it ‘Til The Wheels Fall Off. It will never be overwhelming. The only thing I am frustrated with is their’s never enough time in the day. My sleep seems to always intrude with this. It sucks, but hey, I’m ready ride.