O_O Rant/ new chapter upload

Yes yes i know its been a while but i'd like to post another chapter of my story once again please note it is a very rough draft. however first i present a brand new rant enjoy!

I just recently heard about a pastor named LEO SCHREVEN recently was speaking at mothers church oh joy of joys. (<-- sarcasm in case you didn't know.) Apparently parents are child abusers if they don't wake their children up at 4 in the morning and have a structured life, or rather the type of structure he thinks kids should have. Also if your fat your a bad parent because your a bad example. shame on you! My gosh this man is brilliant!(<-- more sarcasm) oh and then he proceeds to flaunt his daughter. she is i think 9 owns 3 businesses makes 5 thousand a month, does not play video games and because of that she has a strong relationship with god, almost as if to say us teens and young adults who do play games don't wake up at 4 will not have this kind of relationship. also did i mention this man apparently can squeeze such life changing millionaire making advice in 30 minutes while some take close to 2 hours. because as we all know life changing info should not be carefully said so other might understand but confusing. yeah thanks allot pal. on his web cite it states and i quote the all power seminar will help you "retire a millionaire." because as well know if you want to be happy and actually following god you should be a millionaire. my gosh its Joel osteen except hes nice and tactful. also if you show up late to church you really don't have respect for god how nice. its my opinion its better to show up late than not at all. (phew catches breath)

please not what i have just said is a paraphrase of a paraphrase if i am wrong please let me know also provide proof that i'm wrong not just a "he doesnt think that of thats not true" provide proof otherwise dont say anything.

Without further ado here is another chapter remember rough draft.

Chapter 3: The Profligates

Profligates. All of them that's all they are.

Obadiah starred out his bedroom window.

One day I shall free you all from your pitiful existence. Even if I have to destroy this country.

Ethan sat beside his unconscious daughter Lily. Ever since a fire had accord at his families apartment several years ago she had been in a coma. Ever since then he had made it routine to visit his daughter once a day and play her music box. The sound of it being wound up muffled the sound of Lily's heart monitor as it beeped the signature sound that had become synonymous with a hospital. The room itself was common for a child her age. The wallpaper itself was white and had a pattern of sunflowers. The bed Lily had slept upon was as simple as any that could be bought from a Wall-Mart.

Ethan found himself annoyed by a fly that persisted to buzz around his face. He had killed several others previously, however no matter what he did this one persisted. Despite this however he was relaxed and simply enjoyed being within the presence of his daughter. His relaxation however was cut short when a man had abruptly walked in.

“Ethan. Mr. Chapman has requested your presence.” the man spoke in an annoyed manor

“I've told you people time after time. When I'm with my daughter I do not want to be disturbed!” Ethan replied in an angered tone.

“Aw well that's to bad. Don't forget its the Patriots of Anarchy that allow you to see your daughter. You have five minutes.”

The man left the room chuckling to himself. Two Guards who are always stationed outside the door peered inside.

“Can you believe that man.” one guard said to the other “Whenever he has free time all he does is sit in there.”

“What a freak.”

The Patriots of anarchy came about in the year 2014. During the Afghanistan war the United States was abandoned by U.N. and left to fight the Taliban on its own. Most soldiers grew to resent all other countries. It was during this time Obadiah Stone a former General had begun to preach to the soldiers that all other countries were filled with profligates and deserved nothing less than to be destroyed for their betrayal. Steven Chapman was a military psychologist, the most loyal to Obadiah Stone and well liked by the soldiers. It was because of this he was made to be the leader of the Patriots of Anarchy.

A sense of dread came over Ethan as he entered Chapman's office. He felt his hands shack in anxiety and stuffed them in his pockets in an effort to conceal them. Ethan had the uncanny ability of being able to deceive others in believing just about whatever he wanted. Today was different however, he could not help but feel like something went wrong.

Chapman stood before Ethan with an angered look upon his face. The look Chapman gave Ethan made him feel uncomfortable, almost as if he was starring right into the deep recesses of his mind.

Chapman pushed the button to an audio recorder that rested atop his desk.

(“You have a choice, You don’t have to do this Ethan.” the senator spoke in an anxious manor.

“that’s where your wrong Senator. I don’t have choice, you made a promise to me Senator and you did not deliver what you promised. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories about, my actions, in Chicago. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m not able to kill a politician and not get away with it.”

“Obadiah will--”

“Obadiah will do nothing. Do not forget that you left his church. The only reason he’ll visit your grave is to piss on it.”

“Your plan is doomed to fail Ethan it makes no sense. You need me if you want to save yourself from the Patriots of Anarchy.”

“I'm not trying to save myself I'm trying to save my daughter. ”)

As the audio recording ended Ethan's hands had already begun to sweat, he felt his heart throb violently against his chest.

Chapman grabbed Ethan by the throat and thrust him up against the wall while at the same time shoving a gun to his chest.

“Did you think I would not find out Ethan. Your very presence in this room confirmed what I already knew. I can see the dread within your eyes Ethan... I already know that threatening you is pointless so I'll just have to threaten your daughter. If i ever find out that you are trying to betray the patriots I will have your daughter disposed of.” Chapman spoke in an angered tone.

Ethan coughed and gasped for air as he stumbled out of the room disoriented.

Rebekah found herself drawn to the kitchen by the smell of fresh roasted coffee all the way from Columbia. She sat on the kitchen and licked her lips in anticipation of tasting the hot beverage. However, instead she found herself surprised to see Michael sleeping on the couch.

“Roy!” Rebekah yelled

“Shhhh! Your going to wake up Michael.” Roy replied

“why didn't you tell me he came in last night?”

“i didn't want to wake you.”

“you bumped into the bedroom end table and broke the lamp, which fell on your foot causing you to scream like a little girl... believe me I was awake.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“I know...how come he didn't stay at his mother in laws house along with his wife?”

“It was late and he said he didn't want to wake them.”

“where did he park?”

“just outside the house”

Rebekah pushed the curtain aside only to be greeted by the sight of a hearse.

“Please tell me that's not what I think it is.” Rebekah asked in curious manor

“It is.”Roy replied

The awkward silence that filled the kitchen was almost palpable. Michael had no choice but to start up a conversation.

“so how are your kids doing?” Michael asked politely

“their doing good Samuel finished moving everything just a couple of days ago its so quite now.” Roy replied

“oh I know its not until their gone that you realize how much you loved them and the noise they made.” Rebekah added

Roy shot Rebekah a look which she immediately caught. However she realized all to late that should not have said that.

“say! I got an idea lets me and you go for a walk while Rebekah makes us some breakfast. It will give us a chance to catch up.” Roy spoke optimistically

Michael and Roy had not been on speaking terms for almost a year. So when he received a call from Michael a month ago he was pleasantly surprised.

“sure that sounds good.” Michael replied.

Ethan approached the media frenzy that was the crime scene of the senator. He fought his way through the crowds to the police line and was quick to flash his badge to the officer on duty. Ethan always took pride in never leaving any evidence of his being there he fought the urge to smile as he approached the senators body.

Ethan suddenly found himself froze in fright. A lone bullet casing laid on the floor beside the senators still body. He had not realized he had done this and turned to the officer behind him.

“have the CSI been here yet?” Ethan asked cautiously.

“Not yet sir but they should be here any minute now.” the officer replied.

“your friend outside looked like he was getting overwhelmed. You should go and help him.”

“yes sir.”

As soon as the officer left Ethan placed the casing in his pocket and scanned the room for anything else he might have missed. He was not very surprised that he had forgotten the bullet casing, that night his mind was lost in a sea of thought. Even now he felt this way, without the senator he had no way of solving his problem.

“Agent Taylor I was called this morning and told you'd be arriving, I'm Christopher Boyle.” the CSI agent spoke in a polite manor

“Yes. As you know the federal Govt keeps a close eye on political motivated murders.” Ethan replied

“With all do respect how do you know it was politically motivated?”

“He is a senator its fairly easy to figure out that this was politically motivated.”

“Well I guess we'll find out then wont we?”

“Alright well while your in here I'll be questioning the staff.”

Ethan left the room feeling awkward; he hoped the servants would not know anything about the previous night. Murders that happened in succession were much harder to cover up. The staff waited in the next room anxiously awaiting to be allowed to go home. He figured he would start with the butler, after all he was the only one who ever answered the door.

“hey there why don't you tell me everything that happened yesterday.” Ethan asked

Michael and Roy walked through the peaceful suburb, while most others were rushing to get their children to school because they woke up late. Michael found himself mesmerized at the sight of a mother strapping her 3 year old into his car seat and not caring how tight it was. However he was soon knocked out of his stupor by a rain drop, but when he looked up it was bright blue.

“whats the mater?” Roy spoke in a concerned manor

“nothing.” Michael replied

“Michael I've been meaning to ask you a something...Why go through all this trouble to bury your kids in New York city?”

“A year before they died I brought the whole family up to New Cork city for vacation. They loved this city more than anything Roy. They even made me promise to bring them every year for vacation. When they died I felt that it only seemed right to bury them here, but I found out I would have to wait six months to have them buried in the cemetery.”

Michael spent an untold amount of money to preserve the bodies of his daughters for 6 months. He wanted to ensure that they would look exactly like they did before they died.

“How long have you and Abby been separated?” Roy spoke in a respectful tone

“just a few months. We've decided to talk about what to do next after the funeral tomorrow.” Michael replied

“how often do you read your bible?”

“Don't start.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I'm allowing you to speak at my children's funeral about god. That does not mean you can talk to me about it.”

“I'm not starting anything Michael”

“The hell you are! Your trying to make me feel guilty.”

“Guilty for what?...Turning your back on God?”

“I never turned my back on God! He turned his back on me! My whole life I did nothing but serve him! what do I have show for it now two dead daughters on the back of a hearse.”

Michael and Roy starred at each other, both waiting for the other to flinch. Michael flinched first after he realized the entire neighborhood was watching.

“Were done here. I'll see you at the funeral Roy.”

Michael stormed of to the hearse and drove away.

HAHAHAHA!...Oh and Happy Valentines Day

Maybe its just me but I have always been told what i can and cannot do in certain situations. Or rather how in life certain things will happen and i wont be able to do my plan. Although I know its wrong I sometimes feel like laughing in the face of those people. The reason I say that is because it feels like my whole life has been about proving people wrong about what i can accomplish. That being said I do realize that it is only because of God that i have been able to accomplish the things that I have. Although I do know that valentines day is meant for intimate couples I still think we can agree that God knows us far more intimately than anyone on earth ever will. So today is just another reminder that we should thank God for everything he has given us and does for us.

Looking back on 2010 and looking forward to 2011

Just like any year in 2010 many saw hardships myself included. for me it was more of a year to silence naysayers. although i will mention the names nor what they were saying but i can say each were wrong. All in all in like most experiances it helped me stronger. although 2011 will surely see more hardships for all. i suggest everyone take time out out of theirs lives to look back and then look ahead.

Chapter 2 of my story

once again a rough draft it has errors i know that already. lol ^_^

Chapter 2: Welcome home

Michael impatiently waited in his car as the line slowly moved a few cars every 10 or 20 minutes. For several years now the state had requested all cars going in and out of New York were to be inspected. It was a desperate bid by the mayor to try and cut off the drug and human trafficking trade in the city. Unfortunately it was not very successful. Just as eyelids grew heavy he became startled when he heard the officer yell the word next.

“license and registration please.” asked the officer

Michael fumbled through the glove compartment a few seconds before handing over both of the requested items. The officer starred at them a few seconds before handing them back.

“Please state your business here in the state of New York Mr. Henderson.”the officer asked in a polite manor.

“I've brought my family to be buried.” Michael replied

“Do you mind if I check your trunk sir?”

“Not at all.”

Michael opened the trunk for the officer.

“sir I'm afraid I'm going to have to open the coffins. I need to make sure your not transporting any illegal goods. Its standard procedure.” the officer spoke in a regretful manor

“very well.” Michael replied

Michael waited impatiently for only a few minutes before the officer came back to the window.

“your all clear Mr. Henderson enjoy your stay in New York city.” the officer spoke in a polite manor

“thank you.”

Michael drove past the gates, he wondered just how long it would take before he'd see the skyscrapers of Manhattan.

Ramona walked up to the gates of the senators house, and could hear the cab driver scream various profanity's for not leaving a tip.

“hello!?” Ramona yelled into the intercom.

“who is it?” replied the intercom

“Ramona, Ramona Hudson. I'm from the New York times I had an appointment with senator Geithner.”

“Alright come on in.”

Ramona was greeted in a cordial manor by the butler. Senator Geithner was well known as the richest man in congress. Many wondered why he never bothered running for President.

Ramona admired the lovely decorated house as she was brought to the senator's office.

“Senator Geithner! Ms. Hudson is here from the new york times to interview you.” said the butler

“thank you, you can let her in.” replied Geithner

“Senator it's good to meet you.” Ramona spoke in a polite manor

“The Honor is all mine Ms. Hudson, please take a seat.” replied the senator.

The senator waited anxiously for his butler to leave the room.

“Ms. Hudson I fear for my life.” the senator spoke in a panicked manor.

“excuse me?” Ramona replied in disbelief

“The patriots of anarchy their going to kill me!”

Ramona knew that the patriots of anarchy had been annihilated by the FBI 4 years ago after the huge debacle by the police in chicago. In fact she had even written an article about it for her college newspaper, and foresaw an opportunity for a great article. The headline would be “Senator goes insane.”

“Please Senator continue.” Ramona spoke in a gleeful manor and even had a smirk to match.

The world is teeming with unnecessary people. Its God’s decision that I fight as a knight of honor to protect this world, and as a protector of heaven I shall sacrifice the blood of the infidels unto you oh lord.

Obadiah watched a group of so called sinners suffocate to death inside an all glass chamber within the center of the room. He smiled in a gleeful manor as he drank a glass of red wine. The suit he wore was expensive, white as snow and ironed to perfection. It almost made him look angelic. To his immediate left was his personal assistant Nathan Hale.

Nathan was the only man Obadiah ever trusted. He had taken care of everything since the Lambs of God was created. However he also handled Obadiah’s personal life. What days he was to have sex and how he should kill them for God was just fraction of his job. Under his command were several elders who took on some of the responsibilities of the ever growing church. According to a recent poll the church has continued to grow in size at an annual rate of several hundred a month. Both Obadiah and Nathan took pride in these figures. Those who attended the church included the governor himself as well as the states senators.

Nathan stood by Obadiah’s side with a cold expression over his face. He watched the people pound and claw at the glass as they screamed for mercy. The chair Obadiah sat in was almost Gothic like in its design resembling a gargoyle from the dark ages. The room however was the the exact opposite. It was a large, sterile white and echoed even the slightest noise. After a few minutes the screams had begun to fade and an awkward silence filled the room. A silence that was disturbed only by Nathans phone.

“Hello?” Nathan asked in a cautious manor.

Obadiah ignored the conversation as he walked up to the chamber, placed his hands onto the glass and peered inside.

They look…so beautiful…so…at peace.

It could only be left to the imagination as to what they really looked like. His admiration continued until he over heard Nathan.

“He’ll be thrilled to hear this.” Nathan spoke in an enthusiastic manor.

Obadiah turned around to face Nathan.

“Thrilled to hear what?” Obadiah asked in a cautious manor.

“Father Stone the book of Rapture has just outsold the bible.” Nathan spoke with great joy

Laid out over her bed listening to her favorite music artist Roman smiled as she typed the final words of the article. She felt proud of herself; attached the file to an email and sent it off to her boss. Soon after she felt her stomach growl from hunger.

Time for a celebration snack.

Ramona walked over to her fridge, grabbed a BabeRuth and started off towards her bed. She stopped just short of her bed however and right in front of a full length mirror she kept in her bedroom. She couldn't help but examine herself. That pride that once swelled within her was now replaced with self scrutiny. She found herself wishing she was as pretty as some of the models she had seen on billboards.

Ramona was by no means ugly, she had lovely complexion and was fair skinned. She stood a modest five foot six and had brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She was by no means obese however, she was slightly pudgy. She felt somewhat disgusted with herself as she poked and pulled at her stomach. At times she would panic when her jeans were tight only to realize later that she had just washed them a few hours ago.

Ramona gazed down at her candy bar before she threw it into the trash.

Ethan stood across from Senator Geithner each of their eyes locked on each other.

“You have a choice, You don’t have to do this Ethan.” the senator spoke in an anxious manor.

“that’s where your wrong Senator. I don’t have choice, you made a promise to the “Patriots of Anarchy” Senator and to me. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories about our actions, my actions, in Chicago. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m not able to kill a politician and not get away with it.”

“Obadiah will--”

“Obadiah will do nothing. Do not forget that you left his church. The only reason he’ll visit your grave is to piss on it.”

“Your plan is doomed to fail Ethan it makes no sense. You need me if you want to save yourself.”

“I'm not trying to save myself I'm trying to save my daughter. ”

The muffled gunshot echoed slightly in the room as senator Geithner fell lifeless to the floor.

I know its wrong to ask lord, but, please don’t let me fail.

Michael sat in an empty target parking lot the clock showed that it was 1:00 am. He could tell the cars that passed by wondered why a hearse was in a perking lot at that hour. He munched on some fries he had purchased at a local 24 hour fast food chain.

“Daddy did you get us anything?” Michael's two daughters spoke in unison.

Michael stood silent as his daughters sat in the back once again drenched in water.

“Why aren't you saying anything daddy?...Daddy?”

“Shut up!”

Michael found himself startled when a light was shone in his face. An officer on patrol tapped on his window. Michael lowered the window of car.

“Sir is there a problem?” the officer asked in concern

“No.” Michael replied.

“Well in any case we've gotten some complaints from the neighbors. I'm afraid you are going to have to move you vehicle sir.”

“Alright.”

Michael started the vehicle and checked his rear view mirror to see if his two daughters remained. To his relief they were no longer present.

Ramona woke up that morning and felt refreshed. She turned on her net book and went to the New York Times website expecting to see her article on the front. It was not.

Ramona stormed through the cubicles to her bosses secretary.

“Is Phill in?” Ramona asked in an angered manor

“Yes but he is talking to his wife--”

Ramona stormed into his office before the secretary could finish.

“Why the hell did you not post my story for the main headline today.” Ramona spoke in an angered tone

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” Phill replied “What if I was making love to my wife.”

Phill's wife scoffed.

“Oh please we haven't made love since your 13 year old son was born.” Mrs. Connors replied

“You're not helping, get lost” Phill replied

“Fine I'll just go run up your credit card.” Mrs. Conner replied as she left the office

“Why didn't you publish my article?” Ramona asked once more.

“You already know all stores has to be swung by the owner.” phill replied

“so.”

“so the owner is a big supporter of senator Geithner, and doesn't want him to look bad.”

“I can't believe this—”

Ramona found herself cut off when Phill's office phone had begun to ring.

“Hold that thought.” Phill answered the phone. “what?, alright thank you Tom.”

“What happened?” Ramona asked in curiosity

“Senator Geithner is dead.”

Why So Serious?

We as people will somtimes take things to serious whether its a video game or sports. at one time or another we have all done this once. a simple fact about humanity we do not like to lose. this sort of thing is worse in people with low self esteem which is true for me in particular. sometimes we forget the point is to have fun and enjoy yourself. i remember getting so upset when the cardinals lost the super bowl to the steelers. the next day i remembered this is a game. people like myself tend to do this either when were depressed nothing seems to be going right for so we project how we feel on a team we like. when that team loses it feels like you yourself lost. so you feel like a failure. in the end though i hope most realize your not a failure. let me know what you guys think out their in internet land.

Hold your ground

just a few minutes ago i gave my persuasive speech and needless to say i knocked it out of the park. just yesturday i heard a message although for little kids on psalm 91:

¹He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

²I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

this was the best scripture i could have heard leading up to today. instead of getting scarred and panicking i actually placed my faith in God and held firm. praise the lord. he is great!

in any case as a celebration i will buy myself a fruit smoothie.

hello all (caution:only for ages 15 and up)

today is a good day and to celebrate i'm posting the very first chapter of my story please note i dont have a name for it yet. also i have not edited it yet so it will have errors throughout. anyhoo enjoy

Chapter 1

The paved road showed no end in sight. Michael gazed down the road his eyelids grew more heavy by the minute. A half empty bag of chips laid on the passenger seat, and a half empty can of soda stood in the cup holder.

“are we there yet daddy?” two girls spoke from the back seat in unison.

“no not yet.” Michael replied as he looked to the rear view mirror and saw only three coffins.

Michael had forgotten the reason that he drove to New York was to bury his family.

Am I going crazy?

Ramona laid atop her bed and starred at her blank computer screen.

AGH! I don't know what to write.

Ramona wore her black ear buds in a vain attempt to block out the sound of the storm, which as it happened had been harassing the city for several days with no end in sight. The weather channel estimated that it could become one of the longest storms this year.

Ramona was an aspiring writer. She longed to write a best seller, until then she would have to settle writing articles for the New York times. She enjoyed her work but was never recognized for it. She hoped a book would change that.

Ramona let out a frustrated sigh before she let her forehead fall upon the keyboard and caused the computer to send a barrage of various letters onto the screen. She lifted her head from the keyboard and noticed on the corner of the screen that it was 10:05 PM. She decided to give up for tonight, turned off the computer, and then yanked out her ear buds in frustration. She could now hear the full force of the storm as it pounded against her small apartment like drums.

Obadiah Stone stood naked in front of the full-length cheval mirror in his private dressing room. He smiled at the image that smiled back. He was tall, a little over six feet, and in his mid to late fifties. He was fit for his age, being an avid runner. His handsome face sported a sharp nose, perfect teeth, and wise blue eyes, all of which squeezed together into a stunning and well-practiced smile. This noble visage was crowned with a thick crop of dark hair just turning white around the temples. He looked like a politician, or maybe a doctor. Certainly a dignitary of some sort. Certainly someone of influence and affluence.

He turned to the side to view his profile and sucked in his stomach. A picture of health. A picture of strength. A picture of vitality. He flashed another winning smile and raised his arms.

“I am beauty.” He whispered. His words bounced through the empty room. “I am beauty.”

He lowered his arms. His hair was perfect. Not a strand was out of place. He gently ran his hand over his hair. It was smooth, soft, warm. The haircut was expensive. It was, in a word, perfect.

He suddenly plunged his hands into that perfect hair. His fingers scraped heavily against his skull. He scratched and scraped violently, tossing his hair about as his fingernails dug into the thick skin. First hunks of hair, then skin, then blood dirtied that perfect head. He dug more deeply, causing tiny rivulets of blood to run down his face and around his ears.

“I am beauty.”

The smile remained as he smeared the blood across his cheeks and nose, eventually tracing it to his lips. He licked his fingers.

... Beauty . . ..”

The dark blood ran down his neck, shoulders, chest and back, tiny rivers of wasted life tracing their suicidal trail over his strong features. Obadiah placed his hands on his hips and grinned maniacally, his gleaming and perfectly aligned teeth stained with blood. Slowly he began to turn around and around before the mirror, his reflection a captured but willing audience.

“God, god, god, god,” he sing-songed. “Beautiful, beautiful . . .. God . . .”

He stopped abruptly and faced himself as if for the first time. He uttered a loud expletive.

“Who did this to you?” his hands flew to his face, his eyes wild with fear. “Who hurt you, my beautiful one?”

With strong slapping, he tried to put his wild hair back into place, matting it wetly against his cranium.

“No, no, no, no, no!” He slapped himself, hard. “No! Not you! Not my dear one! NO!” He crashed his fist into the mirror, shattering it into countless deadly shards. He sank to his knees, tears coursing down his bloodied face. “Not again, beauty. Not again. I love you.” He picked up a dagger of glass and stared into it. The bloodied beast that glared back at him scared him. “I love you, Father Stone.”

The train whistled its signature tune, and startled Michael from his chair. He hadn’t realized that he had fallen asleep. He got off the chair, and felt his back throbbing. He stood up stretched and felt several snaps echo through his back and left him sore.

I’m not as young as I used to be.

Michael looked to his watch and was surprised to see that it was nine am. To his dismay he missed the sunrise.

“Attention passengers!” yelled a voice over the PA. “We will be arriving soon in Amtrak station 445 located in downtown Manhattan. We ask that all passengers gather their belongings before we arrive at the station. All hail Father Obadiah.”

Who the hell is Obadiah?

Michael felt as if he had heard the name before. He pondered the name for a few minutes, as he struggled to slide open the rusted door. He was able to open the door a crack before breaking off the handle.

Crap! I knew I should have left the door open.

Frustrated Michael took the sleeve of his shirt and rubbed off the thick film from the window. He didn’t care to try to figure out what it was. What he did know was that it smelled terrible.

I liked this shirt too.

Michael looked through the window and saw a janitor, in a futile attempt to clean the bathroom. The smell of urine that emanated from the crack in the door made him cringe.

That’s why I didn’t leave the door open!

“Excuse me!” Michael yelled through the door. It seemed however that the janitor didn’t hear him. “HELLO!” he yelled again. This time the janitor seemed to hear him.

“What are you doing out there! Its strictly prohibited.” the janitor replied

“I'm sorry I didn't know! I was just admiring the view, and got locked out!” Michael yelled

The janitor begrudgingly went over to the door. He slid the door open with ease, and then gave Michael an angry look before he walked away.

“Sorry.” Michael said as the janitor stormed off.

The first room Michael entered was once a waiting room. The once elaborately beautiful chairs that stood in that room had now been covered in stains. The chairs even emitted a foul odor that he couldn’t describe. The floor which was once made of marble was now covered in dark black and yellow stains. He found himself annoyed by the fly’s that continued to buzz around his face. He started down past the decrepit bathroom stalls where his footsteps echoed throughout. The only other sound was that of men urinating and masturbating in the stalls. It went without saying that he was disgusted by the sounds he heard. He awkwardly walked past the janitor and into the passenger car. This room didn’t look any better than the restroom.

Michael started down past the cabins. He found that the smell or urine seemed to get worse. It also seemed that the closer he got to his cabin the louder the noises seemed to get. The sound of men throwing up or snoring obnoxiously echoed throughout the hallway. He wondered how these people could afford to travel. Perhaps this was the wrong train, perhaps his had arrived and this train was being used to transfer homeless people. His realized he was wring when he saw a cabin was marked with his name. Across from his cabin the sound of loud moaning and heavy breathing echoed in his head. He didn’t even want to try to figure out what was going on in that cabin. He entered his cabin and locked the door. He remembered the train for what it used to be, it used to be a train for the wealthy. The floors were once finely polished wood. Now the floors were rotting from lack of care. Painted a nasty brown; or rather he hoped it was paint.

Michael remembered that one time very elaborate silk curtains hung from the windows. How the beds used to have silk sheets. He even remembered how soft the beds used to be. For a brief second he saw the room for what it used to be. He even imagined his wife starring out the window. He felt tears roll down his face and as his vision became blurry he slammed his fist against the door.

Michael was startled awake by the sound of a car horn. He was shocked to see he was on the wrong side of the road and quickly swerved to avoid hitting a semi. He heaved in anxiety as the car came to a stop.

That train...i remember it. Its the same one we took on our honeymoon I remember it being a lot nicer though. In my dream though it looked terrible what could have happened to make it look that way?

Ramona rushed past the cubical's looking for the number 25 which was her desk. Today she also happened to be late and hoped her boss wouldn't spot her.

Ramona heaved a sigh of relief as she sat in her chair.

Thank goodness he didn't spot me.

“Your late again Ramona. come see me in my office right now!” Said her boss as he walked bye

“aw man!” replied Ramona in disappointment.

Phil the editor and chief of the new york times waited for Ramona. She walked in, in a cautious manor with her head down.

“take a seat.” said Phil

Roman did as instructed.

“so lets hear it. Why are you late.” Phil asked

“my car broke down.” Ramona replied

“you don't own a car.”

“my bike was stolen.”

“you don't own a bike either.”

“both my legs were broken.”

“...”

“i got better”

“Ramona! Do you realize how badly I want to fire you right now? I should to... do you know why I wont?”

“because you'll feel bad about adding another homeless person to the streets?”

“no. its because your work is great. Top notch. But I can find a dozen more like you by scouring the collages. So do me a favor okay show up on time for work and do your paperwork.”

Phil found himself interrupted when his phone rang.

“if you'll excuse me I need to take this call.” said phil

“yes sir.” Ramona replied

“hello” phill said as he picked up his phone. “really? Hang on a second bob.” “Ramona!”

Ramona was startled just as she was about to leave the office. She quickly turned to face phil and smiled politely.

“i want you to head down to senator Geithners office and interview him about the new bill their voting on this weekend.” Said Phil

“can't Tim go?” she replied

“Ramona!”

“I'm going.”

I hate interviewing senators.