Creative Exercise #2 from http://writetodone.com

“That perfect silhouette was the last thing I remember.”

He spoke in such a belaboring tone, I was convinced he was lying through his teeth.

“Mr. Podestia, sir, I’m confused. Let’s try to clear some of this up quickly.” I started this way over and over throughout my career.  “So you’re telling me that you don’t drink or take prescription pills?”, with fine politesse Podestia replied, “Officer, I do not. And I believe the field sobriety test, coupled with my actions here have proven so much to be true.

This is the part in my accusation that I begin to unfold my well played hand, “Right!” I exclaimed.

While I felt my face begin to boil with that certain kindled red hue that naturally sets in when I’ve caught someone in a lie. “Which makes it even more unbelievable that a man in as good a shape as you with no vision problems or chemical dependencies could not see that perfect silhouette on a mile long open road with no one else on it!”

While I was yet speaking. One of the forensic officers burst in the door. “Sarg! You need to come see this,” stuttered, staring Jimbo, who couldn’t look away from our suspect. Mind you Jimmy wasn’t some idiot, he could hold his own. He was the most nervous, wrecked of a person I’d seen that day.

Which made me decide to take one last visual of the killer…the suspect… before leaving the room.

When my eyes met with his, I was taken back by how much his countenance had shifted. His eyes were bleak and empty. I knew then that I was in for more than I originally bargained for.

Inside the 83’ Allegro Bus was a scene so grotesque some of the others were crying. The smell you encountered before the door was enough to make you turn around.  I’d never seen so much…burnt…

Oh God have mercy,

they’re…      …so so black.

Oh my… the body’s.
Why?

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I tried to yank my hitchhiked thumb back into my hoodie.

Lucky for me, my worst nightmare was already pulling over. “Get in boy, I won’t bite… less ya want me to.” he yelled out from the driver side window of his 80’s model Allegro Bus.

My immediate thought was “I better figure this out quick, before Walter White starts cooking me for an early bird dinner.” Which happened to be my favorite time to hunt.

In the middle of his hillbilly rant about Trump becoming President, I cut him off, “Shut up.” I started in a calm tone, loud enough for him to hear. “Excuse me?” he snapped back. “No one gives a single fuck about what you say. You’re worth…” and plunging my ice pick deep into his throat I interrupted my own sentence, to kill. The fact that we had come to a red light being the deciding factor, I checked his rear-view, completely clear. He struggled but I could smell blood. My adrenaline kept me keen enough to shove my hitchhikers thumb into his eye. He screaming, spat deep crimson blood, as I now sitting on his chest began the final push. Who would slaughter a poor, innocent passer-by, who tried to give a ride to a  helpless man? Unfortunately for him, the good-Samaritan met a bad, helpless man.

 

I am helpless. I cannot live unless I kill. I hate myself, but then again I don’t even know myself anymore. The bloodsport has changed my person. I know that because early on, the beginning of the kill was the hard part. The feeling of flesh when you’ve pierced it with something sharp made me feel sick. Now I love that sensation. The start is art but the final death squirms, I loathe the idea of all those I’ve seen have them. Most of all, I hate hearing the last breath. The deep sigh, accompanied by the exhaled soul, that sound torments me. For I know, my soul left me a long time ago with that same last breath sound. What I didn’t know was why?

 

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Daily Prompt: Folly

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Folly according to Merriam-Webster: the lack of good sense or normal prudence and foresight.

I define folly this way: Everything that Jason Paden (that’s me) does.

If you’re anything like me then you are much more acquainted with your hindsight than foresight. Asking ourselves questions like, “Why did I think that not paying my phone bill was a good idea?”.
Or “Of course that guy voted for Trump, why did I ask him?”. Sometimes even this one ” I should have put on pants before the in-laws showed up.” I wish I could say we’ve all been there but we haven’t. I have, more than once,which is unfortunate, but true. Some people have a “normal prudence”. The only characteristic about my “prudence” that is normal about my prudence is it’s absence. Even so, I will say this, no one on Earth possesses a more keen and adept hindsight than I do. So there’s that at least.

Daily Prompt: Second Thoughts

Second Thoughts Seems so Loaded for a Daily Prompt Directly After Elections

Here is a second thought I had about the elections. I thought more than once or twice about this travesty we call media in America, it’s sickening. I thought that all of the Right wing saying how biased the media is was just conspiracy theory nonsense before. Now I know now it’s all true. The polls are all cooked, they have communist biased woven into their stations. They scratch eachothers back to achieve their goals. I hope the rest of the world can recognize that my people, The American, is much more centered than our misconducting media leads people to believe.

Last night when I heard the disgust, and disbelief, from ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN and even Fox,once the news came across that Donald Trump had been voted in as President-elect of The U.S. I then understood how true it is. The American Media hates Republicans, white people, and the American Media loathes disdainfully, Donald Trump. When I saw the demographic on every one of the Alphabet stations titled “Whites without a College Education” I was absolutely taken back by the open racism, second thoughts doesn’t begin to describe the activity of my mind . I thought where is the blacks or hispanics or any other race without a college education. There would be rightful outcry, but it’s not racist to have such a stereotypically driven demographic about white people?

I posted yesterday how either one would be a bad choice. That being said I would get behind either one because whether Hilary or Trump, one would still be my President. Am I worried about what will happen to this country under a Trump administration. Yes. But I would’ve been an anxious wreck to see Hilary as President. She threatened nuclear war in case you don’t remember.

I was really hopeful when President Obama was elected. Only to have my hopes dashed by one of the worst Presidents this country has known. Between the Obamacare Tax and the tripled national debt and the friendships with enemies being established, he is one of the despicable blotts in the Offices long history. Hopefully Mr. Trump will be one of the best. He could start by repealing Obamacare, lowering taxes, rebuilding infrastructure, and bringing our thinly spread military, that spans over 140 countries back home. Not to mention, hopefully rebuilding the nearly volatile relationship with Russia.

We will see. Only time will tell. And only God knows.

Remember United We Stand.

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