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Impromts Top Ten: Parentless leads to Hopelessness

One thing that upsets me is the fact that no one wants to stand up and be a parent these days. I grew up with one parent my whole life, and let me tell you, it messed me up pretty badly. I had no one with a strong positive personality to look up to for almost half of my twenty-year-old life, which took a deep affect in my structure.

  • My mother left me in foster care when I was ten. I went through many years of abuse and fighting. The fighting included: Fighting with my mother, fighting for food, fighting for shelter. I had to grow up in such an early part of my life, and at the end I was forced into a place I didn’t want to be in.
  • Foster care sucks! I had to deal with the constant reminder that my mother failed as a parent. A parent will never leave their child, they should be willing to go to the end of the world to save their child from pain, but she didn’t. This made me bitter.
  • My child playing days. Though it’s not important if I lost my virginity or not, this is important. Since my mother left me in that horrible place, I was angry with women, telling myself that they needed to pay for what happened to me. I started to play the game.
  • The game comes with a territory. The game is to get as many women as you can. Then when you have the women, you have to keep your territory. The territory that I am talking about is your heart. You have to keep that out of the relationship! Which if you play the game as I did, anytime they got in your territory, you break their heart.
  • You will push them away as fast and hard as your mother (or father) did. You will rip their heart out like you had your heart ripped out.

Those fatherless years also hurt me. Though it wasn’t my father’s fault that he wasn’t there for me in the growing years, it still destroyed me personally. I wasn’t able to look up to my father on how to become a man. To all the men that are reading this: DON’T LEAVE YOUR POST.

Stop running every time that you don’t know what to do or when you don’t want to must be that role-model that you need to be. You have a responsibility as a father to stand your ground and to be there to teach your kid how to act towards women and to other humans. Whatever you do they will do likewise.

  • I get angry very easily, and I believe sometimes it’s because my father wasn’t able to teach me the right way to grow up. I was taught by my mother that lashing out was out, that abuse was the way of expressing yourself. This isn’t the way that I want to be though; I don’t want to be that guy that needs to lay his hands on people to get what he wants. Or I don’t want to be the guy that yells every time someone gets on my last nerve.
  • With my father being out of my life, I also got angry with men, I felt like it was man’s fault that my father wasn’t there for me. I began to stop letting men into my life. I still have that fear and continue to have a wall built up. I find it’s hard to be hurt if you don’t have anyone in your life.

I want every parent today to look at their life. I want you to ask yourself, what you have done to be there for your child. What have you done to prevent your daughter from losing her virginity out of anger? Or what have you done to prevent your boy from ripping every girl’s heart and leaving them to die? It is your responsibility to teach and guide them! If you fail as a parent, most likely your child will also fail. They do what they see!

                                                                           

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 Episode 7: Plans to Loot                               October 8th, 2018

 

Aeron was sitting in his rocking chair, enjoying the last of his green tea that he had left. He found the tea bags on the run and kept them so that he didn’t have to drink the dirty water that was in the middle of town. Aeron spotted a kid peeing in the water a little under a week ago, which made him extra-glad that he found those bags. 

Rocking the Spiderman underwear, and a solid green duct glass, Aeron was at peace for a moment. That moment didn’t last very long though, as he took another sip, he heard someone at the door. It sounded like a man by the weight of the hit on the door. Forgetting to put on his pants Aeron walked over to the door and opened it. 

Aeron opens the door to see Kaytla standing there with her hand on her hip, supporting a red tank-top that was unusually tight, ripped pants with a pink bandana on her head. Aeron stood there in amazement of her beauty, thinking that she was made to be a model, and though everything with her was beautiful, Aeron couldn’t keep his eyes off one thing.

“My good sir, are you lusting over my boobs?”

Aeron looks away real quick, trying to recover from the embarrassment of being caught.

“I’m sorry.”

“Dude it’s okay, just giving you shit. But nice boxers; they are sexy.” Kaytla laughs as she pushes Aeron back with her arm. Aeron has his eyes glued on her as she walks across his room. She sat down on the couch, kicking her feet up as she grabs the journal that was next to her.

“Hey that’s my journal!”

Kaytla examines the book, and reads the name which obviously wasn’t Aeron’s. She squints her eyes as she looked back up at Aeron.

“You’re Taylor?”

Aeron gives a smile and replies with a no, and then spends a few seconds of his time explaining how he got the Journal. He told her the story while putting on his navy shorts.

“Can I get you anything?

“Yes get me three shots of tequila.” Aeron opens his drawers. It didn’t dawn on Aeron what she said.   

“I don’t—“Aeron gets interrupted by Kaytla telling him why she was joking. She continued to talk:

“I need you to come with me to get ammo, I am nervous.”

“Nervous about what?” Aeron exits the kitchen and walks over to her.

“I have a feeling that something horrible is going to happen.” Kaytla tries to stay calm, but with her fiddling with her mood ring on her left finger told Aeron she wasn’t calm at all. He sat back in the chair thinking of the possibilities of something bad happening in this place, and the chances of something even worse happening on the road.

Aeron tried to calm her down, trying to talk her out of going out in the blistering cold, but she didn’t want comfort. She stood up a few times during their conversation to pace, explaining a dream that she had recently. A dream that was nothing but blood covering her body, but the most disturbing part was what woke her up. At the end of the dream she saw Aeron get his head ripped off by a clawer.

“What the hell is a Clawer?” Aeron was scared.

“A Clawer is a Zombie that has razor-sharp finger nails, they don’t bite. They shred you apart.”

Aeron jumped up off the chair and began to freak out, throwing his hands around, acting like a fool. Kaytla told him to calm down and that he will be safe with her, she then took his hand and gave him a small peck on his cheek. The kiss paralyzed Aeron’s body. But once he could move again, he agreed that they need to get going soon.

They didn’t need to get anything special for this run, they were only looking for three casings of bullets for their m-16 that was only fired during emergency situations, Kaytla covered herself well enough to not get frost bite, where Aeron simply put on a coat and all the socks he had. They then walked out the front door holding a pistol in one hand and each other’s life in the other.

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Ep. 6: Love at First Bite                            September 24th, 2018

The book is open on the floor, Aeron got to page three before he crashed due to being tired. He was on the journal entrée called “Then there were three.” Which Aeron didn’t like, because it talked about how Taylor lost three of her six kids in the bitter cold.

She noted in the entrée that she was running out of paper and found this page was empty, and that’s why she wrote her last page in the beginning. Aeron was curious to how many other journals were out there from her, this was a great way to find out how others are feeling during this global outbreak!

“Get out of my way.” “What is going on?” “I will trample you!”

The words ripped through Aeron’s ears waking him from a dead sleep. People were running through the town at full force heading towards Ryan’s apartment. The first thing that goes through Aeron’s mind is that Ryan was dead, but then he heard one of the males of the crowd scream.

“He is dying”

This wasn’t a good sign for Aeron; everyone already knows that Aeron and Ryan had problems, and that they were recently together on a run. They could easily pin this on Aeron, and he couldn’t do anything to prove them wrong!

After grabbing a shirt out of his closet, Aeron makes his way to the road, which was crowded with panicked civilians. They were nearly killing each other to get through, even though they were all going to the same place. Aeron follows behind an older couple that was on the far left, which seemed to be the safest place so far, but it soon changed, when people started to realize it was clear.

Aeron felt a hand on his back that was forcefully pushing harder and harder as they got closer to the room. He caught himself using his arms as well to push through the crowd, not to get closer to the building, but to get farther away from the assholes that were behind him.

They finally got close to the building; Aeron branched off and went his own way, a way that Jamal taught him to go if he ever wanted to get to a certain building faster. This was an exclusive spot that only Jamal knew about. But he told Aeron where it was in case of an emergency.

Aeron runs up the ladder and climbs on the roof, sprinting across the roof; he starts to feel weak spots in the roof. Before anything gives out, Aeron spots Ryan’s home, and drops through his hallway hole. Aeron gets up and realizes Jamal is standing there.

“You can’t go in there!”

“He’s my partner!”

“He’s infected, Dammit!”

Aeron fakes to care so Jamal wouldn’t think he knew about the bite. Jamal patted Aeron on the back and told him to go and rest, He did just that. Aeron was off the hook, but for how much longer?

One week later!

“Have Aeron come in, please?” Aeron appears.

“You called?”

“You knew didn’t you?” Aeron steps closer closing the door.

“I knew what you guys knew.”

Aeron scratches his hand looking at the back of the chair, waiting for a response.

“If he dies, we will have hell in this place, we can’t take the chance of that, now can we!” The voice gets deeper, sounding a bit crazy. Kaytla turns the chair around.

Kaytla is an emo-style hottie that works in weapons and protection; she was assigned to the case when Ryan stumbled through town earlier that day.

Aeron is amazed by her beauty; he had never seen a woman that radiated such perfection in his life, not even Taylor.

“If I find out you knew; you will pay!” Aeron nods and leaves the room.
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Impromts top ten: I am addicted to drugs!

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You should never give me caffeine, or a few bad things might happen! Let me start this post off by saying that I have already had enough caffeine to last me a week, in just four little hours.

I have had 2 java monsters, which is full of all that ginseng and other wonderful stuff, then it is all added to the amazing product called coffee! At first I didn’t like the Java Monsters! I didn’t like the odd taste of the energy substances with the taste of coffee, I barely liked coffee at the time, but I decided that I should try the Java Monster. I quickly threw that crap into the trash, but it began to call for my mouth.

I could hear the poor little voice screaming for me to consume the insides of his body, and to leave him empty, to take everything from him, to get something in return. “He must be very depressed if he wants to be empty” is what I would think, but he would have to wait, because as I said I hated that crap, well until college, that is!

I was once told that in college you live strictly off of coffee, I laughed at the thought. I didn’t like black coffee it was to bitter for my little taste buds. But then college began to get very stressful. I had my computer stolen weeks before I left for college, meaning I didn’t have a computer to type papers on, or anything to save my drafts to. I had to rely on the computer at my “Housing parents” home which was in the living room. I lived with 6 people. Most of them had their own computer, but at times it was easier to use the Desktop for them. I had to take my turn to use the computer, and since I was embarrassed that I didn’t have a laptop, I found myself using the computer when everyone went to bed.

Remember, we are college students that were going to church four times a week, and studying for finals, or working; so I had to use the computer late at night. I am talking like 4 a.m. in the morning, when class was at 9. I found to keep this routine I needed either drugs or a substance. Since I was in seminary I couldn’t use speed, or anything to that nature, so I had to settle for coffee. At first I would load it with enough sugar to kill a normal size horse; each cup got less and less sugar leaving that bitter taste in my mouth.

I formed an addiction, where when I got the chance you would find a coffee in my hand. The taste of coffee sooths my soul, well until the caffeine kicks in that is.

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I am naturally hyper so adding more substances to my system just adds to the craziness! I start to freak out and start talking faster, with little to no breaths in between. If you have seen me at my most hyper, you know what I mean. So beware never give me coffee, unless I am down in the dumps, and then load me up bro! But don’t forget to run shortly after!

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  1. 5: Hiding the Sickness                               September 23rd, 2018

“What did you just do?” Aeron lowers the gun, now fully realizing what he had just done, guilt filled his body as he looked at the cold hard corpse that was positioned on the floor.

“Call the police!” Aeron shouted at Ryan, which was still on the bed scared to death. He was shivering, wondering if Aeron was about to snap on him, and put a bullet in his head also. He followed the demand though, and quickly pulled out his phone and dialed “911.”

A week passed before Aeron got a hearing, his mother stood there waiting, she drove from Charrolette, North Carolina to see her son one last time, she was the first person that he saw when he walked in the court room, he was glad she was there.

The judge quickly ruled against Aeron Andrew, and sentenced him to twenty-three years in prison for murder. Aeron stood up quickly being grabbed by a tall black guard named Jacob. A sound described as an ear crippling frequency filled the courtroom, people began to freak out, turning into beast instantly.

Aeron grabbed his mother and ran out of the room; they look back, still being hurt by the loud echoing sound, they see people ripping each other to sheds, drinking blood from others, and eating whatever they could.  

 

“You ready to head out?” Aeron asks as he puts the last few items in his bag from the last house of the town. Ryan stands across the room holding a journal, almost oblivious to the fact that Aeron said anything to him.

“What do you have there?” Aeron tried again, walking across the hard wood floor. Ryan handed Aeron the Journal.

It was worn to the max; each page had some type of rip or mildew built up in it. The spine was worn to the point of no repair, and was releasing the pages that once it held tightly together. The name in the Journal shocked both Aeron and Ryan.

The owners name of this devastated journal was Taylor. She had nice handwriting, similar to a nurse. She mostly wrote about her walk with Christ and how she doesn’t believe that God will send zombies, funny thought right? Aeron flips through the pages as Ryan walks into the other room, there was a blood stain on the last page, with a note at the top that read:

“Don’t walk outside, it’s too dangerous to do so, I was wrong. Life has gone to hell, so haven’t I?” Aeron felt compassion for this stranger, not knowing her final outcome, but knowing she did something insane.

Aeron slides the book into his bag, found Ryan, and left the house, leaving the rest of the supplies they didn’t want in the house. When they got outside they realized that it was barely snowing, meaning it was going to be a quick walk home.

They both are tired from walking through all the snow. This was going to be a good walk if they already feel that way, especially with twelve miles left in the journey. They begin to talk:

“So how old are you again” Aeron asked

“29, what about you?”

“26, I can’t believe I have to worry every day of my life about dying, makes you kind of miss they old days”

“I miss Taylor.” Ryan admitted, not being the best move to bring up someone’s deceased wife. Aeron clinches his fist and walks faster. Ryan watches him walk ahead, and grabs a rope out of his bag, remembering the day that he killed his love. Ryan thinks it over and puts the rope back into his bag.

“Dude I didn’t know she was married!” Ryan broke the silence that lasted more than three miles. Ryan quickly grabs his stomach and moans. Aeron pays no attention to him, thinking he is mocking him with more Taylor memories but he shortly realized, He wasn’t joking.

“Are you okay?” Aeron grabbed ahold of Ryan and sat him on a nearby rock.

“Pull up my shirt!” Ryan suggested, but Aeron refused. Ryan asked again telling Aeron that he had to keep his secret.

Aeron agreed and Ryan lifted the shirt revealing a dark and scary secret that could get them both killed, or thrown out of Butte. Ryan was bit.

The wound was dark green, with black puss oozing out of the wound. The smell was horrible due to the rotten skin around the wound that was solid black. Ryan kept that he was infected from President Kelly for more than a month, He explained, which was amazing since the average turning time is thirty second to two days.

“I can’t bro!” Aeron shouted standing back up. “I could get thrown out of my home for this, but I guess I can!” Ryan smiles and pats Aeron on the leg.

“Hey, thanks for caring about me!” Ryan giggles, being shortened due to a series of coughing.  They begin to walk again after taking a few pain killers.

They arrive back to their home an hour later, President Kelly was upset when they walked into his office, they asked him if there was something wrong, and there was. Mrs. Hellen was the reason they went on the trip, she formed a cold and due to her aged body she couldn’t take it. She passed away shortly after they left. Medicine wouldn’t have worked.

Aeron walked back to his tent where he found a letter. He was upgraded to their Free stay apartment, being a simple one bedroom, but it was better than being out in the middle of the town.

 As he sat in his warm apartment for the first time ever, he decided to get his mind off of things he would read the journal that he stole. So he flipped open to page one titled “Jesus wasn’t my father” and began to read.Introtojournal

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Season 2 Ep. 4:Trust is Earned!                   September 24th, 2018

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Aeron storms through the town, pushing pedestrians out of his way, yelling obscene words to people that dare to talk to him, and flicking the guards off. It has gotten to the point where the snipers have raised their guns and have Aeron in their scopes.
Though they have a rule about not shooting a guest, Kelly has told them if they are not able to be containable, it’s better that they eliminate the threat. There are four red flags, only three must be present being:  Anger, outraged, violent, and ruthlessness. Aeron showed two, one more and they had the right to pull the trigger.
A hand is placed on Aeron’s back, pushing him quickly into his tent that is steps away. Aeron quickly turns around with his fist clinched, ready to swing on the ass that touched him. It was Jamal. He had heard what went down in the president’s office, and wanted to talk Aeron out of leaving.
“What the hell man? Don’t you know they were about to shoot you?”
“You really think I care, let them dicks shoot me. I would rather be dead.” Aeron shouts loudly enough to stop the pedestrians that were making their way by his tent. Jamal indicates with his hand for Aeron to lower his voice. Aeron shakes his head.
“Ryan had sex with my wife.” Jamal is stunned by this new revelation, stepping out of his way, giving him the right-away to leave the tent free-willingly. Though the offer was what Aeron wanted, he knew that it would only be days before the outside world would kill him off. He didn’t want to leave a place of comfort for a world of horror.
“I can’t make it on my own.” Aeron muttered as he placed his items back on his cover. Jamal’s face glows with a smile, being happy that Aeron chose to stay.
“Well good, now about that run.” The reminder nearly killed Aeron again; he didn’t want to spend a whole day with his ex-wives lover. He surely didn’t want to trust this man with his life; or to protect him from zombies that were up ahead.  “I can get you out of it.”
The offer was nice, but he couldn’t take it. This was his chance to show president Kelly that he is worthy of a place to live. This place has been good so far, and Aeron wasn’t about to throw that out the window for someone that banged his wife. It wasn’t worth it.
“Its time for me to forget the past and forgive!” Aeron exits the tent and walks to Kelly’s office to tell him he’s ready to go.
President Kelly gives them a list of supplies that they need to search for. A few items at the bottom of the list were unneeded, but Kelly likes to please his people. He told them if they couldn’t find the items to not worry about it, and to get back as soon as possible. They agreed and went their separate ways.
They get their stuff ready and begin to walk toward Whitehall, the wind isn’t bad, but the snow is falling heavy. Nothing that either one of the guys haven’t fought through before!
It took them two hours out in the bitter cold to get to Whitehall. Luckily it was just the snow that was holding them back from getting to Whitehall faster. On the thirteen mile walk, they didn’t run into one Crawler, which is good. They only had a limited supply of bullets to last them there and back, with inspecting close to twenty houses.
Ryan points out a house as they get to the city sign. The house was a brown two story house, with four broken windows in the front. The house was beautiful and reminded Aeron of his home.
When they walked into the house, the awful smell of rotten corpse overwhelmed their stomach. Aeron tried to keep his lunch down, Ryan on the other hand let it fly. They continue searching, starting with a room in the back of the house.
Aeron opens the pantry door to see a rat feeding off of an innocent dog. The rat shoots out of the room, running through the house.
Aeron got designated to take the dog outside, so the house could air out. When he came back in the house, he couldn’t find Ryan. He walks around the house, checking each room, hoping to find him, he did. He was standing right next to an addict door.
“You’re a dumbass, bro. There aint shit up there!” Ryan opens up the door, revealing twenty stairs leading to a dark and scary room.
“Are you scared?” Ryan smirks as he opens the door.
“No!” Aeron shouts as he grabs his flashlight and walks up the stairs. After briefly searching the room, Aeron turns around.
“See I told you this was a waste of time.” Aeron laughs, as he laughs a crawler appears from behind him, and bites him. Luckily he barely tore through his jacket, not getting to the skin. Ryan shoots at the Crawler’s stomach, he falls to the ground. But he didn’t stay down. He gets back up and bites Aeron again, this time ripping a hole through his jeans. Aeron turns around and puts a bullet through his rotten head.
“See Ryan, that’s how you blow!” Ryan hides his smile.
The flash from the gun reveals the gold mind. Aeron tells Ryan to hurry up. Ryan runs up the stairs and straight to the crate. In the crate they find: 30 bottles of water, 10 cans of food, 20 jello’s, 1 bottle of midol, 2 bottles of asprin, 6 cases of flu relief, and a bottle of vodka.
“Cha-ching. I am glad you didn’t make me leave!” Ryan arrogantly states.

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This is an old post from my last blog, but wanted to share it with my new followers!

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Rights for the Gay!

There are nine million Homosexuals and Lesbians in the United States. With each gay I’m sure there are ten billion opinions about how free they should be. I have a two side opinion on their freedom, and what they should be able to do.

 

There are three reasons I believe gays should be able to go into any community without being judged.

 

1. They are people, not criminals- When you first see same sex couples holding hands most people will rolls their eyes, telling this couple to not show PDA in public, because they see it as unclean and inappropriate. Though what these people don’t understand, when you say that they aren’t allowed to do such things, you are stating that they are criminals.

2. Being gay doesn’t make them outcast- again, they are still people with the same emotions as Straights. Though they chose to get in a relationship with their same sex, doesn’t mean they are any different. I have a few gay friends, and none of them act any different from my straight friends!

3. Love is made for Everyone!- Everyone deserves to fall in love during their life. If you believe that gays shouldn’t be able to marry, yet believe a prostitute should, you have a corrupted mind-set. Love is an emotional attachment to another human being. If you say gays can’t fall in love then you have just said gays aren’t human, which is scientifically false, making your argument inaccurate and judgmental.

Being a Christian many will ask me if they are going to hell if they are gay; my answer is No, I don’t believe a loving God would throw a creation into hell for loving the same sex, if that’s the case then he would have to throw anyone that’s had sex before marriage into hell or someone who stole a piece of bubble gum.

If Jesus had intention to send those men and women to hell, he would have warned them in the four gospels, yet he never once mentioned it. Now what type of loving God would not warn his creation about the wrong leading to hell if it was so wrong?

There is one big problem I have found and that is;

Same sex marriage in church!- I believe everyone should be able to get married to whoever they want, yet if the pastor doesn’t want to marry you due to his beliefs, I don’t believe someone should get mad. This is the same as Christians not being able to go door to door to hand out invitation cards, it caused a problem of freedom, the freedom of religion or beliefs.

If a pastor doesn’t agree with gay marriage, no one should force it on him, or make him feel less about himself because he doesn’t agree!

Remember in the days to come, everyone is a human being. Meaning the golden rule still applies even to those who you find different, or out of place in the world. Just because you believe differently doesn’t mean you need to speak! Love everyone, and things will begin to change!

Thank you and have a nice day

-ImpromtDude.

Originally Written by (Myself) Gregory Blake Jenkins on June 24th 2013

Here is my original!

http://thevoicefrombeyond23.blogspot.com/2013/06/rights-for-gay.html