Little bit of Sunday PROMPT!

Hey Everyone,

Good Sunday to you! Hope the weekend has been good to you. I wanted to get a Prompt out this morning just in case there is others out there not wanting to get to their real work that may be due tomorrow. This is a Sparker Prompt or a journey kicker, where your character happens upon something to get them going on their journey.

PROMPT – Have a character stumble upon a giant piece of statue from “ancient” times. This statue is the key to the character’s initial push out of their warm-blanket kind of life.

Have fun everyone! Hope the week is filled with good food and great family,

Sir Drewster III

I am Back! Prompts!

Hey Everyone!

I am so sorry that I have been gone for so long. I hate that. I bet anyone that needed some Prompts hated that too (or at least in my head, I think there is people out there that hate that). Here is a Prompt.

PROMPT – Write a Character that is composing poetry trying to out do another poet (using the opposing poet’s last poem) to win the hand of the Dragon Princess! 

Here is my attempt at a poem about poetry.

Lightly Dusted Poetica

Cinnamon

Waves smashing against

The minuscule hairs

Guarding your nose.

Cones netted, soaked,

In loud red ceramic.

 

Gusts of frost kissed air

Invading the decked halls,

Swirling the simple spice,

Igniting saliva glands,

Thrusting a base want for

Your Mother’s sweet snicker

Doodle embrace.

 

Cinnamon

Notes whisks your thoughts

Back to skinned knees,

Played in jeans, and red

Cellophane guarding tannish

Bears who received

Spiced kisses.

 

Focus

Don’t let your mind’s

Expectations steer you from

Scenes of cookie-infused

Delight, carefully crafted in

To neat lines.

 

Let go of those pressed smile

Bears, the grass infused jeans

Too, Come back to your

Artificial dream tormented

By my Cinnamon.

Since I am about to restart this Prompt machine, any suggestions for future prompts would be amazing!
Have a Wonderful Thursday,
Sir Drewster III

Battlefield 3 PROMPT and Poem

Hey Everyone,

I wanted to get a Prompt out before I went back to the game (Sorry such a long gap between Prompts). For my creative writing class, I actually had to write a poem that mixed languages, so I mixed some gamer terms with images of the Battlefield 3 picture. Before I post that, I wanted to do a quick Prompt!

PROMPT – Pick favorite video game character. Either be that character or write a world where the technology has progress to the point that the gaming system can put people into the virtual world (this matters as the POV will differ greatly depending on your choice).

Here is the semi-dorky poem.

 

A Field of Battle, Third

First to be

Touched Twice by Frost.

 

Droves lined in the dark,

Released on the Witching hour.

A telling sign

from Generations

Born to ones, zeros, and polygons.

 

Battle Lusting.

Dark eyes,

geared for claiming.

 

Digit five and ten,

yearning for movement.

Mantle of Death Dispatcher

can be had,

For a mere three Bills

Claimed to be Jackson.

 

Strides Forward,

Afire with Destruction.

 

Questing for kill upon Kill.

Fueled by

reddest of Bulls and

bluegreen Monsters.

 

Faceless, Fleeting, Farced.

Branded lives brushed aside.

Checks and Tags,

the goal.

 

Numb Drilling

into soften minds.

Plied into the Perfect

Savage.

Odd Poem to Steve Jobs

Hey Everyone,

Had an odd assignment, write a poem of prophecy. Think scripture verses. If you want, you can write your own as well if the mood strikes you.

PROMPT – Write a piece for Steve Jobs.

Here is my Poem,

Turtleneck

 

From beyond death’s door, black turtleneck and 501s will win our hearts.

Four years times Four, shall round glasses look beyond that cold door.

Gorilla Glass and Machined Aluminum formed, shall appease the masses.

 

Wallets will part as a flower’s petals to the sun, eager for product,

For work touched by the black turtleneck, will be considered divine inspired.

Each weld, each line of code, can be viewed as his desire.

 

Others from the valley of Silicon will try, but fail to gain.

The guiding of his hands, will be a sure way to deny,

Any other challenger who has not stepped through this dark door.

 

The masses will demand, command, and never falter from his design.

The mantle left, hard to bear, but the one named Cook,

May have a chance to bring to past the Four Years times Four.

 

Masses be patient, Masses be humble, ever be gracious, ever without grumble.

 

Launches spaced too regular, but was the way established by black turtleneck.

Lines, server traffic, delays that shall be handled by the untold masses.

A glimpse behind that sterile barrier, an honor that few will hold.

 

Servants of the Red Delicious, will walk the hallowed halls, head bowed.

Oaths and swears to ensure the spoils of his dedication and time,

Will not be ruined by the frothing rumor hounds at the doors.

 

Masses be patient, Masses be humble, ever be gracious, ever without grumble.

 

Have a great Night!

Sir Drewster III

A Little Prompt!

Hey Everyone,

Good day! Absence makes the heart grow fonder or something like that. Quick Prompt today, something to give the readers a rest from that super rough draft.

A fun way to increase the scenery and/or the senses in writing is to write from the “Little” view. What do I mean?

PROMPT – Take a world that is fun to write in, then write a character that is only a few inches high. Take this character around, let them explore rooms, buildings, towns, even countries if the mood strikes them.

This exercise is fun because this mini character discovers things that maybe were overlooked or glossed over in world building.

Have a great Monday!

Sir Drewster III

Another Rough Draft, Sleeplessness!

Hey Everyone,

Got another super rough draft to look at. Don’t really know what to feel about this one, but it came down to the wire and this was what happened. Any comments, suggestions, or even just reactions you can post up in the comments.

Short description – About a man who wins the lottery, but loses himself and his loved ones.

Sleeplessness

I couldn’t sleep. The possibilities of 293 million dollars swirled around my semi unconscious mind to the point of annoyance. Half dreams of half formed plans melted in and out of my vision. I tried focusing on a white field with a black dot in the center, except the black dot kept turning into a yellow rectangle filled with numbers.

I tried flexing one butt cheek then the other until the motion lulled my brain asleep. Didn’t work either. The white field of my last sleep technic stayed, but with each butt cheek flex, a bird shaped fantasy soared down and peck at my now exposed, pink brain matter.

Since butt flexing was not working, I tried to focus on these fantasy birds. Each one was marked with specific details. A small yellow bird had, traveling someplace warm, patterned into its feathers. A blue bird had white Apple logos as spots, this bird landed on my foot, inspecting the new hair that was growing on my big toe. A swarm of birds that hovered over my head, patterned after the rainbow, had the word Skittles branded into their wings.

One thought, a pleasing background noise to all this odd bird chatter and restlessness, was the sure feeling that this drawing would be different.

I didn’t have a dollar bill at the time I bought the tickets at the Chevron, just a crisp $5. It was one of the new ones that had slight purple coloring to it. My hand slid the bill over to the cashier, my mind trying to decide if purple was a good choice for money.

Keylee would be mad. Her college grocery skills equating that new $5 bill into 3 packs of bagels and a thing of cream cheese. Enough breakfast for nine days. Toast and butter was fine with me.

There was no toast and butter bird pecking at my mind thought. It was far from my mind. I didn’t need to worry about that, birds representing all you can eat breakfast buffet items, piles of breakfast meats, fluffy breakfast sweets, and unlimited chocolate milk, came flying in to gorge on the exposed pink stuff.

Keylee’s slight form moved beside me, tearing my thoughts away from the birds. Her light brown hair brushing my bare arm. She was so tough. No more worries. What a powerful thought. Twisting over and dragging Keylee’s on sale heavy maroon blanket along for padding, I formed up against her. The warmth when her body was against mine was always comforting, she would understand the loss of the bagels, she had to, I was doing it for us.

This time was different. I just couldn’t shake the feeling.

—–

“How much do you want?” I said with a smile, a knife at my face. Was it one of the steak knifes from the diner? Gregger’s was famous for their 72 ounce steaks, so the knifes were probably sharper than most. It looked to have a solid oak handle, essential if Gregger’s wanted the knife to last the rough and rowdy customers it served.

“Enough to drink my way out of this town,” said the stranger holding the knife above my chest.

“Was that from a cheesy cowboy movie?” I couldn’t help but smile. Some of the Midwestern states had a weird way of treating their tourist, especially ones with a little money.

“No, are you going to give it to me or am I going to rough it out of you?”

“Do I have a choice?” I had to be patient, threats could turn into action. This was my third robbery of the trip. The plan for this trip was simple enough, follow the Man vs. Food tour around the states, in a better equip set of vans of course, hitting any other attractions that caught my eye on the way. Nothing with money behind it ever seemed to be simple.

“No, my friend made sure your large friends were locked away.”

“I have a pre loaded Visa, $5000. Is that enough to drink your way out f this town?” My hand started the journey down to the right sided jean pocket before I had completed the sentence. I don’t know how the Man vs. Food crews made it out of some of these smaller towns without the bribing. Probably the cameras. I wonder if that would make these food challenges easier to complete?

“That should get us out of here, not as far as I like, but I think your friends are about to break down the door.”

“They worry about me is all. Salute!” He took the blue Visa card, whistled for his friend and took off. Getting out of the red pleather diner’s booth, my eyes met the waitress. The slightly stereotypical blond, who must have been oblivious to the situation I just went through, stared at me with maybe some slight curiosity in her eye.

My imitation roughed up jeans, red polo shirt, and sandals never got too much attention from women, but I smiled as I walked back to the bathroom area where Owens and Whipps had been trapped. After releasing the sandy haired, six foot five, 300 pound retired linemen from a simple door jam, I walked back to the bar area to talk with Ms. Blonde.

“Are the 72 ounce steak challenges almost ready? I needed six of them, to go.”

“Yes, Mr. Baylor, sir. The plates are being wrapped up right now. We don’t get a lot of people ordering six of the stomach busters”

“Well, I have help back on those buses out there. These two eat any leftovers I give them, so we should be just fine.” I was not the only one not looking at her eyes. I jabbed Owens, who jabbed Whipps. Subtly was not there speciality.

“Where are you from?”

“A little bit from everywhere. The buses make the scenery change fast. You grow up here?” My attempt at small talk with the towny made me laugh, getting rusty. This waitress was probably related to the two highway men that just got off with one of the small bribe cards I carried.

“Yep, born, raised, but hopefully I will fly this cage. Someday anyway.”

“Where to? If you don’t mind me asking.” My interests peaked at the looker’s need to get out of Gregger’s.

“Anywhere really, just need a change.”

“Know what you mean. I may be able to help. Here is my card, contact me sometime.” I slid my contact card and another one of my bribe cards, this one loaded with $10,000, for when the robbers were a little more demanding, onto the counter. “I want you, to keep the change. Understand?”

“Yes, sir, thank you.”

“If you could just bring those plates out to the bus, I will grab my friends and be out of your hair.” I reached the door, motioned for Whipps and Owens to get back to the bus. As we left, I watched the waitress slid the Visa through the register. Her eyes grew really big as she saw the remaining balance. I could always use more help, especially someone who knew how to cook.

——

“Dad, what happened to the 2 million I gave you last year?” My phone was warm against my face. My father was running out of time.

“You know the market son, it was up and then it spiraled into the depths of hell. I just need a little to get me started again.”

“I don’t know if I should get you started again, Mom said you were down in Vegas again.” My contacts in Vegas were the ones who informed me my father was at the tables again.

“Your mother doesn’t know what she is talking about. The only time she is aware is when she calls you.”

“That isn’t fair Dad, she has had a really hard time. She needs our support to get better.” Which is exactly why I had my own contacts gather the information. My hand was reaching into the right breast pocket of my slate colored suit jacket. I caught myself, putting back on the polished surface of my desk. This was my father, not a two bit robber who could be paid off with a prepaid Visa.

“Son, please, just $500,000. That is it, I know I can make that money grow and then I won’t have to ask you ever again for money. Maybe you will ask me for a loan someday, like a son should.”

“You will have to do something for me then, for the family.” A plan forming in my mind, a smile creeping up my face.

“Anything son.”

“If you can get Mom to be sober and aware for more than three months, then the money is yours.” An impossible task, but one that would kill two birds with one stone. I needed a motivated worker for mother. My father being desperate, would be the perfect watcher and may even break through to her.

“I will do my best son! Your mother will be all better before Christmas vacation.”

“Good, I have missed Mom being at the island.” The last time the family had been altogether was before I got the island, but my father wasn’t listening anymore, he was daydreaming about the money.

“Love you son.”

“Love you Dad, good luck. You can contact Julie if you need anything for Mom’s recovery plan. She is the main contact at Breezes.” My fingers found the edge of the prepaid Visas. Power.

——

I couldn’t sleep. The possibilities of losing Keylee and little Cambre tormented my every thought. Why couldn’t they leave us alone? It was just money. Stupid paper that was made from recycled jeans. Not worth the lives of the two people he loved the most.

—-

“Sir, the shoe choice for tonight needs your approval.”

“Thank you, Jennifer, those Italian blacks look fine. Has my speech for tonights event been checked?” My hand found my pocket with the cashier checks in it, a prepaid Visa couldn’t handle the amount of bribe tonight. My right pocket felt lighter without those cards in it.

“Yes, sir, James had it done earlier this morning.”

“Did he remember to play up the…” I grabbed a handful of Skittles, not caring what color, just in need of some sweetness after the bitterness. Would I get tearful on stage? Maybe I should try to work that up a little, really get the sympathy going for me.

“Yes, sir. He remembered to play up that up. I don’t know if you will need it for the Deanship though.”

“Every little bit helps, I need all the help I can get, my life isn’t perfect you know.” Money made life messy, not simple.

“Sir, did you want us to include a picture of your daughter?”

“Of course! That is the pivot point for the speech. Is the jet ready? Don’t want to keep them waiting.” Jet travel was such an upgrade from the old buses, though, not as fun. She loved those buses.

“Yes, sir, waiting for you.”

“Thank you, Jennifer. After tonight, I should be able to check one more thing off my list.” The Board of Directors at Harvard didn’t know what was coming, my daughter’s loss would cement my election onto the Board. No dirt could counter act my loss and the cashiers check. The money wasn’t a big loss. It was more of an investment. The money would most likely be used to upgrade the school. Besides a little money to become something I wanted to be since I was a kid, that is priceless. The power was nice too. Keylee may be mad about the Cambre thing, but Tiffany’s would make her forget. It always made her forget.

—-

Keylee’s brown hair caught under my shoulder as I tired to roll into a cuddle position. Her body jerked away, connection incomplete. My mind black, no thoughts. I turned towards Jennifer, her full figure body a lot more accepting, she was always willing.

Keylee snuggled up against my back, not wanting to be left out of the warmth. Her warmth always comforted me, even after 15 years of money, her warmth was still relaxing.

The restlessness shouldn’t be too hard to overcome. No thoughts were pecking at my brain. Weekends were always slow. No hard decisions, no fires to put out, no invoices, no pleads for money.

The sun wouldn’t be up for a couple more hours. Warm sand and water waited for us on the weekend. Jennifer waited for us on the weekend. Keylee was more accepting of this arrangement after some reminding her where the money flowed from. She seemed to feel my thoughts, her feet rubbing mine for warmth. I pulled up the light blanket that was silk to the touch due to a thread count I couldn’t remember.

—–

The gun was pointed at my head. The tropical sun light glinted off the barrel. I didn’t have any pockets.

Bored Sense Less Prompt!

Hey Everyone,

No time like a Friday night to push out a new Writing Prompt! Somewhere, someone may be in the same situation as me. What situation is that? All five of my English classes decide to do a writing based Midterm. Holy crap is next week going to suck. I have been staring at my calendar, trying to figure out how to even study for this massive teacher conspiracy to screw my grades up.

Any ideas, put them in the comments area. Enough venting, time for Prompt!

PROMPT – Write a Fantasy/SciFi character, any kind you want, that has a sense missing.

Sounds easy enough, right? Well, it is a little harder to do than it seems. But the saving grace in this Prompt is that the character is in a Fantasy/SciFi realm. What does that mean? Freaking anything goes.

EXAMPLE – You want to make a Wizard blind? Have them use magic to increase their other senses. Terry Goodkind does an excellent job with this in his Sword of Truth series.

One of the best parts of being in these excellent genres is the fact that, if you give the reader enough concrete proof, the character can have robotic ears that can be tuned into radio stations because they are that sensitive.

This is meant to be a Friday night challenge for those who don’t have anything to do or don’t want to think about The Blithedale Romance or Young Goodman Brown for one more minute!

Have a great Friday, and a wonderful Weekend!

Sir Drewster III

Good Sunday PROMPT!

Hey Everyone,

Today feels like a good day to get a Prompt out. I don’t know if it is because I am finally caught up on some of my homework (I actually read ahead in The Blithedale Romance, which is a feat until itself) or if I am just feeling like I have neglected this part of my brain for too long.

First, a lithe Kindle thanks. The Kindle book recommendation machine has recently nailed a couple freebie eBooks that I have enjoyed with great gusto! Maybe that went a little too far, but I did get to read a couple great “what it takes to get your first book published” kind of stories. Look around the Kindle library for these stories, they are well written, and usually come in bite sized essays that are great for quick sit downs with your Kindle.

On other Kindle news, I did get to reread Mistborn: The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson. I got it on one of those Kindle deals (lost my original to a house fire) and devoured that sucker, even with all the homework/papers I had due last week. My next adventure on my Kindle will be from the Brent Weeks trilogy called The Way of Shadows (The Night Angel Trilogy). Again, I got to read this sucker before the house fire, but have not since and Kindle also hooked me up with this for $1.99 I believe. Great price for this amazing book.

Now, on to some PROMPT! Since I have been reading about these pristine utopian-like planned communities (The Blithedale Romance), the subject matter will get a little into that area. Since the Prompts on this site deal with Fantasy and SciFi ideas, I think the attempts made for these communities may be a little better since the characters may have magic or advanced technology to help make these communities succeed.

PROMPT – Use a POV Lens to go explore a Utopian society that is either working (why is it working?) or not working (why is it not working). Use this POV Lens to observe the character’s actions. Up to you if the Lens can see inside the  characters or not.

You can be as flat or rounded with your characters as you want. The Lens can even be rounded if you want, just make sure the reader can see why this Fantasy/SciFi Utopian society is working/not working and why!

Have a great Sunday!

Sir Drewster III

Wizard (Presidential) Debate PROMPT

Hey Everyone,

I wanted to get out a fun little prompt during this debate.

PROMPT – Write a Wizard (Presidential) Debate.

What would be the issues they argued? Would Female Wizards be debating? Would a wall be needed to keep out the illegal Orcs? Have fun with it. It is great dialogue practice and it should reveal some social issues within your own fantasy world.

Have a great Night!

Sir Drewster III

Roughest Draft Ever! HELP

Hey Everyone!

Sorry for no Prompts. I have been trying to organize them for a Kindle project and with all my amazing homework, I have been seriously lacking. I have a lot of Prompts stored up though, I just need to find a good time to type them out.

Sorry for no Prompts. I have been trying to organize them for a Kindle project and with all my amazing homework, I have been seriously lacking. I have a lot of Prompts stored up though, I just need to find a good time to type them out.

FOR TODAY. I have a short story due for workshop tomorrow (super procrastination), ROUGH DRAFT below, but I wanted to see if this thing even made sense. It is a huge dialogue practice gone awry. So I am posting it to the WordPress world for comments. You don’t have to edit, just comment if the story makes sense or not. Of course anything will help.

A Table Conversation

– I caught her flying again.

Shit.

– Again?

– Yeah, she tried to hide a bloodied rag under some old pizza boxes, must have crashed hard, but I saw. Wonder what made her do it?

He thinks he sees everything. Soon enough, the scene will change for them.

– Checking in on her huh? Must be the benefits of being apart of the same breeding group. Jeff, do I sense an older brother complex developing?

– Not at all, Karson. I mean of course I think of her as a little sister. But she knows the laws. I just thought something might be up because Henrity just posted a review in the Times about her newest book, Times of the Tube. Susan hasn’t answered any of my texts since, so I went over.

Of course he thinks that is why. Always so cocky. I guess the book does have some significance, though that time had an impact on all of them.

– Rebellious little sisters are boring, but who is Henrity?

– You never talk about Henrity at work?

– You know why.

– That episode of Susan’s life was pre-Mike.

Why is he so focused on the Henrity thing?

– Pre-Mike, is that how your mind separates time? I hope Post-Mike is never a term around this rectangular gossip hole. Knock on white laminated wood. Since this was pre-Mike, or before I joined these gluttonous watch meetings, why don’t you feel me in, Jeff?

Oh great, he is really going to drag that story out of the closet. Dick.

– Filling you in, Mike, would take too many of Julia’s marvelous Italian baked goods, but I have the cliff notes.

– Flattery for food won’t do you any good, Jeff. Just tell Mike the story.

– Okay, fine Julia, whatever the chef who fills my belly with warm foods on these cold nights wishes.

Wow, little over dramatic tonight, aren’t we Jeff? I wish dad was here, everything was right then.

– Henrity was an English Professor while we were at University. Handsome, clean, vocab of a snake charmer, and he was relatively young. Basically this guy was everything a young and attractive female would want, a walking type of female kryptonite, if I may use a term of our Father this late at night.

– Let me check with the Judges. Yep, pass twelve o’clock, you are in the clear.

Ooo, sounds like someone hasn’t had their cup of coffee yet.

– Thank, you, Karson! Shall I continue?

– Sorry Jeff, that time of month and all that. But when you softball them in like that, it is too easy to swing.

– Karson, don’t judge, even if their Father isn’t paying the rent right now, his friends are.

Just because he won’t pickup our calls. I guess I know where Jeff gets his dramatic streak from. Government passes a couple of dumb laws and he gives up.

– Good call Mike, I knew a Gotham-ite would be a good counter to Miss Karson’s sharp tongue. So, to recap, Professor panty-dropper has a way with woman. Guess what? He catches Susan’s eye. So like a fly to honey, Susan has her first older man romance that she has told me about. Julia and Karson, I would please ask you to keep lips sealed about any others.

– No problem, I can’t remember all of their names anyway.

– Yeah, Susan was a pretty big, I mean Susan was a perfect model student who accepted nun-like vows on her first keg stand.

Really Karson? To my brother? Hopefully, after tonight is over, he has nightmares for weeks.

– Thank you for being so discreet you two. Mike I apologize for all these interruptions. Henrity, as Professors who dabble in the youthful arts often do, grew tired of Susan and moved on to the next bright-eyed pair of legs after only two months. Susan’s heart was used and abused, our family’s one big weakness besides the glowing green. One thing Henrity forgot about Susan, was her major. Anyone want to fill in what Susan’s major was?

– I know, I know. Was it Creative Writing with a minor in obsessively studying Superheros?

As if that was a minor. It would have been so much easier the other night if I had that degree.

– Julia is correct, sorta! Creative Writing was almost bred into Susan by our mother’s side of the family, who were all in the writing game.

– You two held up that prophecy really well.

Yeah, Jeff got the easy job. Juggling book writing and all the night activities seemed impossible.

– As you know Karson, I rebelled. Mike can confirm, we hardly do any writing at the office.

– Confirmed. We mainly torture the interns and think of ways for people to be in peril that we haven’t done yet.

– Hey Frankie, is the food done?

Frankie is still there?

– Karson, I believe the long pause is due to not saying the magic word. The magic word tonight is, double d’s. Try asking that again.

Oh good, he is so quick sometimes. He better have got everything done.

– Are you serious Julia? Hey Frankie, Pretty please with double d’s, is the food done?

– Yes, mistress Karson, your food awaits. Remind Julia, I am a cook, I did not go to culinary school to deliver food, even if I am super sonic.

Did he just say mistress? Last night was pretty fun, even if the movie choice was a little base.

– Frankie, I will never be a mistress, unless Mike is into that sort of thing I will be his, but only if he rubs my feet first.

Hope Mike is ready for ball of pent-up crazy.

– Lucky man. Excuse my Frank-ness, last night’s video was medieval themed. It must have stuck. Let me try this again. Hey, foods up, get your lazy asses up if you want to eat.

– Thank you Frankie, after you are done getting the kitchen wrapped up, I can close up.

Hope there isn’t too many things to do before close. What time is it?

– No problem Mistress Julia! I may stay around to listen to this Henrity story, he sounds like my kind of guy.

Great cover, Sir Yank-A-Lot

– You would probably like him. Henrity was considered a real King on campus, until Susan’s heart got revenge.

– Susan got revenge?

Sweet, sweet revenge. He deserved to be taken down. Even if he was only a sex addict.

– Yes, Mike, our Susan struck out for revenge. Against every hero bone in her body, Susan wrote and then sugar-coated a very subtle piece of cock mocking, which was a piece of art, but even the School Board could not ignore some of the more obvious parts.

– Was it that bad?

– Well, Mike, the title of the short story was “Hen goes left, Cock goes right.”

Haha

– I forgot about that, Julia. Pretty clever of our little wordsmithing heroine.

– Mike, let’s just say the innuendo in this short story, about a Hen and Cock, would make Frankie blush.

– I heard that, I am going to Google it right now.

Oh great, I better get down there before Frankie gets any ideas.

***

– Hey everyone!

– Hey Susan! You got here right on time, I was just about to tell everyone the punch line of “Hen goes left, Cock goes right.”

– Really? And why, might I ask, was this the conversation topic tonight.

– I have a feeling you already know the details of that. You need to clam your breath when listening in on a conversation. Remember we are brother and sister.

– You heard me?

– Like a Susan-made air pump.

– Don’t worry Susan, not everyone has Jeff’s abilities. The breeding program made sure of that.

– I know Julia, sometimes, I just get frustrated. Jeff already has his training.

– By the way, someone has been breaking the laws again.

– You saw that huh? I am sorry Jeff, I just had to.

– Now it is my turn to ask why.

– I get frustrated by the limits put on us.

– It keeps us protected, Susan. I know it is hard to accept the laws, but they are there for a reason.

– I know Julia, I know. It just isn’t fair that all of you got to be trained and I am the one that has to figure it out on my own. One of the main reasons I still volunteer for these nights is the chance of action. A small hope to help out, without breaking the law.

– By the way, Frankie called not it on Bathroom duty.

– Okay, I will be on that…..

– Was that the scanner?

– Whoa Mike, calm down.

– I am not joking Jeff.

– I know, I know, Susan turn that up.

I don’t need to hear what it says, I already know. Laws be damned. Revolution!