I've accepted the 365 day writing challenge before and have failed before the end of the first week. By putting it online I have something else to hold me accountable to complete the challenge rather than just me.


Aug 23, 2014
@ 5:30 pm

YouTube gave me a subtitle message the other day.

YouTube gave me a subtitle message the other day.


Aug 13, 2014
@ 4:31 pm

Chapter 1

I walked into the dinner and stopped in the door way to shake the snow off my coat. It was wool and even the snow was only lightly falling from the sky it still clung to it too tight. I took that time to look around. The dinner was small and had a counter running from end to end. There were booths filling up all the space on the walls so that you couldn’t see where the wall ended and the floor began. The rest of the room was taken up by small tables that had two chairs at each despite only looking big enough for a single plate. It was cleaner than I expected for a road side dinner that was open 24/7 and clearly only got business from the auto repair shop that was next door.

 If I was including myself, there were only four people there that I could see and only one of them was another costumer. Judging by the shoulder length hair it was a girl, which was all I could see with their back to me. She was all the way at the other end of the diner at a table facing a window that would be easier to look out of if she were to sit at the empty booth right in front of her. The two waitresses were sitting at the counter gossiping.  The one with the blond hair stopped talking long enough to tell me I could sit where ever. I nodded at her and scanned the dinner again for the ideal place to sit. I choose a booth a couple away from the other costumer and slid all the way in to the window seat that faced the door.

It wasn’t until I had warmed up enough to warrant taking my coat off and laying it next to me that the waitress with the blond hair put a menu in front of me and asked if I would like some coffee, gesturing to the pot she held in her hand. I nodded and thanked her as she poured it into the cup that had been patently waiting on the table before she went back to sit with the waitress with the hair that was to red. They picked up where they left off in the hushed whispers they were talking in when I had come in. Only this time I got the distinct feeling they were talking about me.

I opened the menu absent mindedly as I glanced at the parking lot outside. My car was right outside the window I was sitting next to. The early morning darkness couldn’t hide the bright white paint but helped hid it’s imperfections. You almost couldn’t tell it was an old beater on its last leg. With no real heater, the windshield wipers only work when they want to work, and the crank windows stick more often than not and are almost impossible to roll down in cold weather like today you would think I would have gotten a new one buy now. But it was free and got surprisingly decent gas mileage.

I scanned the rest of the parking lot and spotted the only other two cars right next to each other at the far end of it. One was a small two door car littered with little stuffed animals in the back window. One of the waitresses I’m sure and with as chummy as they were it was a safe bet that they were car pooling. The other was a beat up pickup truck with an old and fading bumper sticker with the words long warn off on the tailgate next to a new one that read “Kiss the Cook” in bold red letters. That one would be the chefs, obviously. That just leaves the brunette at the table. How did she get here?

I looked over my shoulder at her to see that her back was still to me. She had a scarf hanging on the back of her chair but she still had on her denim jacket. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and an old pair of converse sneakers that were on their last leg. She couldn’t have walked here wearing that. The diner was at least 3 miles away from any kind of houses and most of those were run down or abandoned. With it snowing alone she couldn’t have made it here and not be frozen solid from that long a walk. Add the temperature and she would have died out there.

I put it out of my mind as the waitress with the bad dye job asked if I was ready to order. I asked for a hamburger with no onions and everything else. The waitress gave me a flirty smile as she complemented me on my order before taking the menu and going to place the order. I took a sip of my coffee as I glance over my shoulder at the girl again. Figuring her out seemed like a good distraction from everything since figuring out who in the dinner belonged to the cars outside ended up being too easy. I would have done it with anyone who was sitting in that dinner. It was just my bad luck it happened to be her this night.

I was on my second cup of coffee and halfway done with my burger and I still hadn’t gotten anywhere with it. I couldn’t see what she was eating, at least not without openly staring at her. (I’m subtle when I play this game and this time was no different.) I could see the waitresses refill her water as well as bring her some more sugar packets. As far as I could tell she wasn’t anything more than just another costumer to them though. So she didn’t get a ride with them and they would have been friendlier with her if she came with the cook.

I took another bite of my burger and washed it down with the last gulp of my coffee before casually looking back over my shoulder at her. This time she was looking over her shoulder at me. I gave her a friendly smile and nod before turning my attention to the decorations on the walls. It looked like I just happened to glance at her on my way to looking past her. I’ve done it countless times before without fail and was so automatic to me I didn’t even notice I was doing it until it was already done and was looking at the pictures on the wall above the counter.

I turned slightly, so I could see the girl out of the corner of my eye. She had pivoted to stare at me. I found her completely unnerving. I’d never been the one to be watched before. I did my best to ignore her and finished my burger without looking up again. When I finished the burger I tried to steal another glance. She wasn’t there. I turned back around to look at the door, thinking she got passed me somehow. She wasn’t at the door and I didn’t see her out the window as I twisted in my seat to look out it. When I turned back around she was sitting across from me so comfortably it was like she was sitting with me the whole time.

She had her back resting against the back of the booth and her hands under the table. She had a heart shaped face and flawless skin. Not a blemish or pimple in sight. Her eyes where a bright green that contrasted with her dark brown hair. She looked about my age, maybe a few years older. She could be considered beautiful by anyone’s standards. But something about the way she looked me dead in the eye without any hesitation or awkwardness put me on edge.

“Why are you watching me?” she asked. I shifted in my seat to buy time and took a quick glance around the dinner to see no one else in sight.

“I wasn’t watching you.” I said when my eyes fell back on her.

“You were trying to look like you weren’t but you were watching me.” I didn’t say anything right away. She just continued to stare at me as she waited for me to answer her.

“I’m sorry if I gave you that impression.” I said with an apologetic smile. I shot another glance around the dinner.

“They won’t be interrupting us.” She said sharply. Her words cut through the air between us and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. She leaned forward as she put her hands on the table, fingers laced together and stained with fresh blood. “I’m not going to ask again.” She finished.

My eyes shot from her hands to the door to the kitchen. It was a swinging door that had been closed since I walked in. There was a small round window at eye level of the door but I couldn’t see anything threw it from where I sat. The window with the heating lamps where they put the food to send out to their respective tables was in the middle of the wall behind the counter. Also at an angle where all I could make out was the cycling of the kitchen. I could only guess at what horrors could be hiding back there. I push the thoughts out of my mind. I had to if I wanted to walk out of here.

“You intrigued me.” I said as I locked eyes with hers. We stared at each other for almost a full minute, neither one of us blinking or backing down, before she let a small smirk cross her face.

“Fare enough.” She said before getting up from the table and disappearing into the bathroom on the other side of the now abandoned counter without another word. I bolted up the second the door was closed and burst through the kitchen door. I stopped mid stride when I saw the blood. It was pooled on the floor around the blond haired waitresses, crumpled on the floor in unnatural positions. Her hand stretched out towards the door that held help just on the other side.

 My shock quickly passed. I walked over to the body, careful to step around the blood. I got close enough to bend over and take a look at her. She was on her side and I could see she had a long and deep cut across her throat. It must have been where all the blood had come from. As I glanced around I saw another pool of blood coming from underneath what I assume was the freezers door just a few paces away. Hiding the cook and the waitress with the bad dye job, I’m sure.

“Are you ready to go?” I spun around to see the brunette girl in the door way whipping off the door with her scarf.

“Go?” I echoed back to her.

“Yes, go. As in leave this location.” She said as she propped the door open with the door stop as she wrapped the scarf around her neck. “Preferable before the police arrive. I just tripped the alarm. It’s outdated but still works apparently.” She turned on her heels and walked back out of the kitchen. I took one last look at the blond girl before I fallowed her, heading straight for my booth.

I grabbed my jacket and turned to the table so see everything on it was gone. The entire table was empty of everything I had touched while I was here. Coffee mug, plate, napkin dispenser, and even the sat the pepper shaker I rearranged to keep my hands busy while waiting for my burger. All of it was missing.

“Relax, this isn’t my first time.” The brunette said from the door. I turned to see her holding up a black trash bag. She gave it a small shake and I heard the distinct rattle of dishes. I gave one more look at the booth before I pulled my coat on and quickly walked out the door she was holding open. As I passed I saw she was using her scarf as a barrier between her hand and the door handle.

I ran to my car, careful not to slip on the snow that had built up while I was inside. I whipped my keys out of my pocket and got the right key in the door on the first try. I ripped open the door, jumped in and started the car. I paused reaching for the gear shift when the passenger door opened. The brunette girl calmly slid in and dropped her garbage bag on the floor at her feet.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“You don’t expect me to walk in this weather?” she shot back with a hint of disbelief. We stared each other down again. This time I didn’t let it last more than a moment before I turned away and backed out of the parking spot. I stopped when I realized I forgot my headlights. I turned them on and watched the light fall on the only other car in the lot, the car with the stuffed animals in the window that no longer had an owner.

I put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot. I didn’t have a destination in mind. I just wanted to put as much space as I could between myself and what was now a crime scene.


Aug 12, 2014
@ 5:31 pm
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Synopsis: A meteor crashes down in a desert near a state college. Two college professors decide to check it out for kicks-and-giggles but Agent Molder nearly jizzes in his pants when he finds single cell organisms living in the meteor. His load is officially blown when he finds out that they evolved millions of years in only an hour. When they go back for more samples they find that the government has taken over the sight. Naturally that’s when shit hits the fan as the government starts fucking shit up.
Review: This is one of the funnest movies I’ve seen that doesn’t lean too much on sexual humor to carry it through. It has a good plot, great acting, and a script that has lines you can see real people saying. I highly recommend this to one who needs a good laugh.

Synopsis: A meteor crashes down in a desert near a state college. Two college professors decide to check it out for kicks-and-giggles but Agent Molder nearly jizzes in his pants when he finds single cell organisms living in the meteor. His load is officially blown when he finds out that they evolved millions of years in only an hour. When they go back for more samples they find that the government has taken over the sight. Naturally that’s when shit hits the fan as the government starts fucking shit up.

Review: This is one of the funnest movies I’ve seen that doesn’t lean too much on sexual humor to carry it through. It has a good plot, great acting, and a script that has lines you can see real people saying. I highly recommend this to one who needs a good laugh.


Aug 12, 2014
@ 1:50 pm
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Now that the year is up I’m going to start posting a story I’ve been working on on here one chapter a month. Between posting, mostly for my own amusement, I’ll be posting reviews of movies. The reviews will start today and will appear when ever I find time while the story will start Wednesday with chapter one.

I hope you all enjoy.


Aug 4, 2014
@ 7:05 pm

365. What were the highs and lows of this year?

I have no idea.

I haven’t really done anything with my year to have highs or lows. Plus I don’t have that great of a memory so I wouldn’t really remember them anyways. I also have a horrible sense of time so I have no idea if what comes to mind happened this year or two years ago. Sorry.

I am excited that I finished my challenge for the first time ever. I only missed one day (not including the post that didn’t get posted because of a tumblr glitch) but that’s a lot better than I’ve done in the past.


Aug 3, 2014
@ 8:51 pm

364. What has changed in the last year?

Not much.

I’m unemployed, again. My mom and sister have jobs now so I get the whole house to myself, again. I still haven’t been working on my novel enough. I’ve gotten a new hobby. I’ve started working out.

Nothing has changed enough this year to be noticeable to me.


Aug 2, 2014
@ 9:58 pm
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363. What would pop* into someone’s head when they hear your name?

The phrase “She was the really quite twin, right?”

Or “That’s “so-and-so’s” sister.” Sometimes so-and-so is my sister an other times it would be my brother.

*When I read this question when first woke up this morning I miss read this word as poop and spent the rest of the morning trying to figure out what animal would be summoned by my name to poop into someone’s head before realizing that the question made no sense an reread it. I decided on a rabbit by the way.


Aug 1, 2014
@ 6:31 pm

362. How do you think people see you?



Jul 31, 2014
@ 7:51 pm
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361. If you could change or add anything/anyone about your life who/what would it be and why?*


I like everyone in my life and changing anything about them would change who they are. I can’t think of anyone I would want to add to it either.

As far as a thing I would want to change I wouldn’t do that either. I just got to a point in my life where everything is going smooth. I know how everything works, what my jobs are and how to do them, and I look forward to getting up in the morning. The last thing I want to do is mess with a good thing trying to make it better and make everything worse.

I wouldn’t be afraid to change something in my life when I need to but for now I think it’s just fine.

*This question has been altered from the original challenge topic.


Jul 30, 2014
@ 7:24 pm
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360. What was you best Halloween costume?

Pirate fairies.

I was going trick or treating with a group of my friends and we wanted to have similar costume. Half of us wanted to be pirates and the other half wanted to be fairies. Then some one said why not both. So we all dressed in ragged pirate clothes and wings and glitter and went trick or treating. Only one house knew what we were without having to ask. We didn’t care or course. We knew what we were and we rocked it.

Out of every costume I can remember having this one was the best.