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It’s suppose to snow today! There should be snow falling by 9 o’clock in the morning! The snow chance is in the high 70%, giving us hope that we might actually have a white Christmas, the only problem is the tempature isn’t going to drop! 

In order for the snow to last it must stick. In order for it to stick the ground has to be under 32*f but the weather says it suppose to stay above 35*F all day! The snow will melt before it can cover, well unless we have a blizzard! Oh that would be fancy, but it doesn’t look possible. 

Even if it snows, we still have to go through all of tomorrow(Christmas Eve) with the weather being in the mid-40s. The snow wouldnt last! But what about Christmas? There is a high chance of precipitation on Christmas. The problem with this is that the weather is calling for rain instead of snow! 

For another year, we are looking at a green Christmas. This time it will be a muddy mess, though. It’s going to rain all day on Christmas, which is definitely not what we wanted! I think you guys would agree that you’re tired of not having a white Christmas, right? I know I am right! Rain doesn’t give you a giving heart! No, it gives you a sour, negative vibe that could ruin a special day, like Christmas. 

I stand for moving Christmas to January. The snow always falls in January, giving us a horrible start to another year. It’s okay to have snow during Christmas, but anytime otherwise is not wanted!!!! I suggest that we make this change, immediately! I’m tired of not having a white Christmas! Are you with me? If you are, give this a huge like!!! 

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Sorry guys, tonight won’t be a long post. I need to go to the doctor, because I feel I have high blood pressure or something serious wrong, which was shown today. During work we got a surprise visit from the health department. The visit wasn’t anything, but afterwards my head started to hurt and I started to get dizzy. I think this was from the stress I was under, but I’m not too sure. I was debating if I should just postpone this blog, or if I should just bring an old post out, but we hit a milestone yesterday, which is awesome for this blog!
You guys have been belting that like button, more than ever before. This is evident from the fact that I got my reward for 200 likes!
  When I started this blog, I was unable to get anyone to like or even read my blog. So to see that I am now getting likes, everyday, really excites me and pushes me to do more. That I do promise! I promise that the more love this blog gets, the more that I will post. I have been thinking of two post a day, but I need to know I won’t be wasting my time.
Anyways, thanks guys! Thank you for pushing me to get another reward. I can say “without you guys, none of this would be possible!” You guys are amazing! Now let’s get to 500 likes!!!! We can do it!
Hit the like button for my pains to go away!

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Impromtdude

                                                                          Welcome to the Night Crawler Journals.
     The winter snows have covered the ground, but it didn’t stop there. The snow piled on top of the other layers, the wind has made a snow drift onto the once-visible road. The cops have forced most of the residents of Montana to stay inside until further notice. It is unsafe in the snow to go anywhere. It has reached 12 feet of snow in only three days, that is the second most for this state. The snow is still falling, but that isn’t the worse part anymore.
We were ready for the snow to hit us, but we weren’t ready for the blistering winds that followed. The winds have reached -23*F, since the snow started falling. This is when we were all requested to come to the fire department. The guys that were brave enough to go out in this weather stop coming back. The cops want to say that they have a lot more work to do, and are listing them as “heroes”. But the smarter residents are able to put two and two together and see they are dead; the “heroes” froze to death out in the cold. They are trying to keep us calm, but it isn’t working well these days.
It has been two weeks since the start of the storm, and the strongest are beginning to fall to sicknesses. The ones that aren’t sick are either paranoid or hungry. The snow finally stopped falling, so now all we can do is wait it out. We are down to our last weeks supply of food though, someone stole an extra portion last night, so now we have to cut down even more on what we eat. We found the perpetrator and he was forced to leave the camp. The only sad thing is that his family didn’t want to go with him, so we kept them with us.
The leaders of the group watched as he walked out in the gushing winds. He looked strong at first, but his body was weakened by the cold, he slowed down and reached out for help, he then fell to the ground. The leaders were about to go receive the body when the snow gave him proper burial. The leaders pulled the fire truck entrance door shut, turned around and walked back into the lobby. The elders found the punishment was harsh and inhumane, they now feel that we are making this place “unsafe.” 
The roads are now safe to travel on, the wind has blown a lot of the snow into the woods, as the sun has melted a lot of the rest. We are looking at 7 ft. of snow, now. This is a big improvement, and since the wind has got up to 2*F, we have officially been released to go outside after a month of captivity. The road crew has been doing all they can to push the snow off the streets.
     When they told us the news about the roads being clear, people began to rush out the door to go into the cold, the room cleared quickly. But as they got to the road, the wind began to drop again, this time they didn’t turn around. They kept running down the road. I watched as each one began to slow down. They weren’t strong enough to stand next to the cold. Each one began to turn back, but couldn’t make it another step. I watched as their skin began to turn black from frost bite. They then fell to the ground; 39 residents seemed to die.
As they fell to the ground, they began to shake. They still attempted to crawl towards us, that’s when the kids began to run away. I yelled for one of the elders to get them back inside, and to shut the door. The shaking stopped, we thought that the brain was still giving them energy to crawl, but then they got back to their feet and walk slowly towards us. The enforcement wanted to shoot the innocents down, but I held their fire. I wanted to help them, study their infection, and come up with a way to reverse the illness.
     Their bodies were pitch black, from head to toes. The infection that they had was causing them to foam out of the mouth, such as a case of rabies, but they was also puss coming from their eyes. The puss was turning into blood. I thought there was still an opportunity to help them, so I told the officers to go get them. They didn’t want to listen to me, but I ordered them to do so, as the mayor of Dearmouth. The beast began to scream as the officers that went to help them. The screech was loud, and indicated they wanted to feed, as they grabbed ahold of the volunteers.
     The Crawlers jumped on them, and brought them to the ground. Their fingers had long ice sickles on the tips, these weapons were used to rip open their skin. The shredded their heavy jackets and began to dig into their stomach. They didn’t want to eat though, it seemed to be the heat that they wanted. They still have to be alive, I have to help them, they are just cold. I ran out into the street, and yelled at them. That grabbed their attention, they looked up, their skin was flaking off from the extreme cold. This is when I decided that I couldn’t help them, and that I needed to go back inside.
      The beast followed me to the station. They were slow, so I got to the station first; I quickly shut the door, they charged against the door; the door that I am holding shut. The door wasn’t going to hold for long, in that time I needed to find the others and get out of the building. I ran away from the door to search for the children. I began to scream for them to come out, but no one would answer. I looked in a few rooms and found nothing. I went into the final room on the left. This was the room with the boiler, also the safest room in the whole department.
      When I opened the door, I saw that the outside door was open. They must have heard the commotion and freaked out. I shut the door in the room and went back into the lobby. The door was breaking as I got back into the room, I needed to get help. I needed to get to the control room, there is a radio that is connected to all the departments in Montana. This was my last shot, I needed this to save this town.  
      I ran down the hallway making it to the control room. I shut the heavy steel door and pulled the lock across. I heard the door fall to the ground in the lobby. I didn’t have much time, there were about twenty crawlers looking for warmth, and I was all that was left. I grabbed the speaker, and began to speak into it, telling the surrounding areas what was happening, and where we were. The beasts made their way through the department.
     They had to hear me, because they quickly charged against the door. I knew they couldn’t make their way through the door, but the lock was weak, I needed to get a response now! The lock began to break off the side of the wall when someone answered. The crawlers forced their way through the door, and grabbed a hold of me, I fall to the ground, they fall on top of me. They began to push their claws through my clothing, into my gut. I hear the guy calling across the intercom. I couldn’t respond to the blood in my throat, but with all the power left in my pain ridden body, I held the speaker button down.
      I hoped they wouldn’t come for us, we were all dead. If they came now, they wouldn’t be able to fight these beast off. I slowly lost consciousness. I opened my eyes one last time, my vision was blurry, but I could see that the Crawlers face was covered in blood, his eyes were red and pussy, and the foam had turned into a green slime. He then put his long claw through my eyes, I moaned one last time as I heard the male respond:
“Mam this is Aaron, we are on our way to get you, we are from Drummond. That is about thirty minutes away. Are you okay?……Mam?…… Leo LETS GO, they have Crawlers……”

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I am quitting blogging due to: Views and Rejection!

After two months of blogging, I probably have received only 200 views/clicks to my blog. Should I quit? Or should I take it like a man and go on with more post? Should I post more? Or should I take time away from this activity? Is Rejection enough to make me quit?

First, Let me talk to you guys about why I blog. There are three reasons that I blog; I have advice people need to see, A great hobby, and It frees my mind.

Everyone has something to say, even if it doesn’t reach out to everyone, it will reach a few people that need to see it. It’s better to help one person, even if a thousand don’t like the post. As long as you help a few people, your blog is worth keeping!

A great hobby is needed in this world. I was lost when I was in writer’s block- it was a depression I couldn’t get over. But when I got over the disease, I felt alive again. I tried everything from shooting hoops to shooting my brother-in-law with a BB gun (Okay! That was fun). Writing is my passion and a great hobby to have!

It frees my mind from the world that I am tortured to live in. It is good to get away from the continuous stress that I am under. It is good to create a character that can do anything he puts his mind to, even if it is dying and coming back from the dead to devour his enemies!

Do views really matter?

Do they truly matter? If Michael Jordan took to heart what his High School coach said, as bloggers take their views, he would have giving up, and we would have never seen the best basketball player in the world win six championships! It is important to remember this: People can’t hold you down! Yes Michael Jordan had the right to give up, he was rejected. But he didn’t, and you saw where that got him, right?

Why should I continue though?

Continue for yourself! As I just said, People can’t hold you down. They are just a number at the end of the day. If you like to write, and you think you are good. Continue to stroke that pen on that paper! If you give up that easily, you were in it for the fame not for the love!

Why am I getting rejected?

You get rejected because the person can’t relate to your beautiful work, there are times where you might need to work on something; Grammar, Wordiness, fact-checking, revision. Most of the time, you went to the wrong person with your work. Remember every artist gets rejected! It is a part of life. You have to take it as constructive criticism and work on what they said they didn’t like. Don’t dwell on what they said though, change your direction and look for someone else to delight with your work.

What should I do after rejection?

I recently got a lot of constructive criticism, I mourned at first, threatened to quit, posted a sad tweet on twitter, then talked to my fiancé. She told me this: “It is constructive criticism, if you need a break, take a break but don’t quit.” she was right; I wasn’t in a place to quit. The Writer wanted me to correct crucial things that affected his plot. How could I argue with that? I weakened his work to make mine better!

I fixed it, but I didn’t send him the final draft. I waited for him to contact me, which took about a day and a half. In that time, I coped and convinced myself that rejection is a part of life. I accepted the fact that he might not use my work.

You should do this; correct your work and send it to the back-burner, until the designated person asks for it again. Don’t force your work on anyone, that’s a way to get the second and last rejection. As you need time, they do to! Don’t re-send unless they ask for it!

Final thoughts?

My final thoughts for all the writers out there that have been dealing with this pain, is this; Don’t give up. Rejection is a sad part of anyone’s life. You will get rejected in everything that you do; never believe you’re not good enough. Pick up that pen and write again. If you need to take a break than do that, but don’t you dare give up!

I hope that every single one of you guys take this advice as you lie on your bed ready to give up.

Thank you-depression101

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