Archive for August, 2014

Impromt Top Ten: Original Text

Posted: August 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

What is up my beautiful little people from all over the world. Talk you so much for stopping by here to read an original piece, written by yours truly!
Why is this post called “original”? Well I an so glad you asked. That’s because today’s post is done how I use to do all my podt, on my phone. Mainly because I want to see the difference of post.
Today’s short post will be about my struggle with suicide.
Recently I joined this application called “talk life.” Its a free fantastic app on either playstore (phone) that you might have.
On the application you get to help others fight the struggles of their lives as you get help with yours as well, but with that you also have to realize; you will find a lot of suicidal post.
I swear 9 out of 10 podt are people that want to commit suicide or those who have had enough of life so they cut in order to feel another pain.  It upsets my soul to see precious people suffer from depression.
Each night I get on to see another person hurting from life, and that’s when the “old Blake” kicks in and wants to save everyone of them, but it’s hard so  I need your help.
As I said this post is going to be very short so I want to challenge you to do this one thing; when you feel like someone is really upset, walk up to them and simply tell then they aren’t alone. It’s as simple as that!  Help save them with me:)
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Impromtdude

Ncj2Ep. 10:The Truth Comes Out

“Let me go!” Aeron shouts from the top of his lungs, getting the attention of all the people in the streets, scaring the kids to hide behind their parents. Jamal continues pushing him, holding tightly on his arm. They entered the jailhouse where Aeron would be staying for now.

“You can’t lock me up, you and me both know you’re not innocent. Mr. I-need-to-throw-the-body-over-the-wall-to-save-my-own-ass!” Jamal stops and pulls him close to his face, grabbing onto his shirt tightly.

“You really don’t know who you are fucking with!” Jamal throws Aeron forcefully into the cell, making him stumble and fall into the wall, no sympathy is shown as Jamal laughs and exits the jail, leaving Aeron to count the tiles.

Time went on, feeling like hours passing by, no one was coming through those doors, He was left there to count the tiles on his back, waiting for the next person to come in and tell him some more bad news. He was expecting someone to come in with his clothes, telling him to get out of the town. Or someone coming in with a gun, and ending his life completely. He was nervous, cold, and hungry. His last meal was a piece of stale bread covered with jelly. Two days ago.

“Jesus loves all the children….” The door to the jailhouse squeaks open, interrupting him from singing the beautiful tune from Vbs (Vacation Bible School) that all the students had to know before they could do any of the activities, President Kelly stands in the dark hallway with a book in his hand.

 “Hello, sir. I found this in your room, thought you would like to have it.” President Kelly held in his hands the journal from his trip with Ryan, Aeron quickly grabs the journal smiling at him.

“What is going to happen to me?” He asked as Kelly takes a sip of his strong coffee that was making the whole jailhouse stink.

“I don’t know, we might just leave you here.”

Aeron didn’t want to hear that, even after all he did for them, why didn’t they believe him?

“Are you kidding me, why are you guys such dicks.”

The words from Aeron’s mouth set him off. He throws his coffee down and grabs the back of Aeron’s shirt through the bars and pulls him violently into the cage, Aeron makes contact with the metal.

“You listen here you little prick, this is my town and I will do whatever I want!” He throws him back, but Aeron wasn’t done, he went back for more, reaching his hand through the bars taking ahold of Kelly’s neck.

The action confused and scared Kelly to the point that he was letting Aeron take his life with the solo act. But he came to his senses quickly, and broke the hold. He steps back.

“Ryan was right, you are crazy!”

“You think you know me?” Aeron’s giggles. “You don’t know anything!”

“Why don’t you inform me of what I am missing?”

“Well to start, I killed my wife because Ryan slept with her.” President Kelly’s eyes grew large. “Or how about the fact that the blood on my shirt is actually from this guy named Charles!  I killed him for my weapons.” Aeron let out of his frustration, screaming all his deepest darkest secrets, not knowing someone special to him was present.

“So you were a murderer?”

Aeron’s heart broke as he heard that question, not because of the context of the question, but because who asked it. Kaytla was standing in the corner, leaning against the wall.

“Yes, I have killed three people.”

“Three?” President Kelly asked?

Aeron began to explain each time that he killed, his wife, Charley, and that innocent man in the trailer, but he was interrupted by a gun shot from the center of town. Kelly and Kaytla rush out of the room, leaving Aeron to do more counting.

Behindbars

Hey guys I wanted to start this post with a sorry. I am sorry that I haven’t been talking to your beautiful faces, and the reason is my wedding. I have been busy with planning for my wedding, and other personal things, that I haven’t been able to sit down and write a post. I really hope that I didn’t offend you guys by the quietness. I will be posting more in the next couple weeks. Also Check my projects page to see the new project I am working on!

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Ep. 8: Bedridden!                                      October 8th 2018

The long wooden door slowly creeks open, revealing the outside world that Aeron hasn’t been a part of for almost a month now. The wind was slightly breezing the snow into his face, it was still freezing though. Kaytla stands beside him, holding a handgun containing a few rounds for safety. Aeron took a few glances at her since they left his apartment.  

They were positioned in the exit of the town, but before they leave, Kaytla pulls out a map. Aeron was never big into the outdoors. He never took geography in school, so he was clueless when it came to reading maps, which is what Kaytla wanted him to do.

She stood there holding out the map, telling Aeron where they were going, how they would get home, and where to meet if they get split up. Aeron was screwed, but he nodded as he said he understood. She shook her head knowing that was a lie.

They both exited the town and began to walk to Ashdale. They were holding hands so that if the snow got bad, they would be able to track each other, though Aeron just wanted to hold her hand. She occasionally looks over to Aeron to see if he was still doing alright, he was. She then smiles and looks back straight towards the road.

They were almost two minutes away from Butte when the snow began to hit harder. The snow was rapidly firing through the air, and connecting with Aeron’s face. The snowflakes felt like nails, flaming nails. He lays his face down, but it doesn’t help, the snowflakes are connecting hard enough to enter through his hood.

“We need to go back, Aeron.” Kaytla demands and she pulls his hand back towards Butte. He refuses trying to look rough. He pulled her towards Ashdale. As he pulls her, she lets go, sending both of them down each side of the hill. Aeron connects with a boulder at the bottom.

He wakes up to Kaytla pulling him up the hill. She lays him on the road and begins to inspect his body for serious injuries, which there were none. He opens up his eyes, too ensure her that he wasn’t injured, she smiled greatly. He gazes into her amber eyes and kisses her; she didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

They get back to Butte minutes later, after fighting through the same storm that left Aeron helpless at the bottom of the hill. When they get to the gate the two guards open the door, they rush in and tell them to close the gates. Aeron looks over to talk to Kaytla, but she’s not there. He sees her walking fast to President Kelly. Aeron guessed it was to explain why they were back so soon. His face announced he had bigger problems.

 “Ryan is dying? How!” Kaytla demands an answer

“He is infected, we thought we could stop the infection, we were wrong.” President Kelly walks away, holding his daughter in his arms.

Aeron runs through town to get to Ryan’s room. When he gets there everything was gone, the clothes, the bed, food, even Ryan’s state trophy was gone. Aeron questions what happened, but as he goes to exit the room two guards appear.

“You can’t be here sir!” They try to grab him, Aeron pulls away.

“Where is Ryan?”

“In the hospital room 167, Connor is working on him.”

Aeron sprints out of the room and over to the hospital, pushing Jamal out of the way at the square. Jamal started to follow him to see what happened. Aeron opens the door to room 167 to see Ryan laying there. His face was a light green color, and he was struggling to breathe. Dr. Connor looks up from his post.

“You can’t be in here!”

“He knows that!” Jamal replies

Aeron’s turns around to see Jamal, Kaytla, Pr. Kelly, and the two guards standing there. Aeron looks back to Ryan then to the group.

“I need to talk to you guys.” Jamal shuts the door.

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