The Things We Created (Tidbit Thursday 2/27/13)

The Things We Created 

This one might actually last. Sandra could always tell the ones who were just there for a paycheck. Then there were those looking to truly support something, whether it was a lifestyle or a family. This girl had that look to her. The directness in her gait, the way she was taking everything in, the obedience in the way her hands moved all said that she was focused on succeeding. Sandra could respect that. Continue reading

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This Is Why We Need To Act (Tidbit Thursday 2/20/14)

This Is Why We Need To Act

Dear…

I’m sorry, I never knew your name. It would ease the difficulty of this task greatly. At the least I’d feel as if I was making this request to a friend, rather than a stranger I’ve known all life. Unfortunately, that’s what you are to me and I have no one else I can ask to save us all. The true strangeness of this all is that while I know of you and know the extent of our relationship, you do not, you haven’t lived it yet.
Before I venture into that statement more, I must address the things you should be aware of. First of which is that you don’t belong here. You feel as if you know the world around you, but there’s something in the back of your mind, telling you that this is all recent knowledge. I fought with this sense myself for a long time. Everyday new technologies, or the absence of them would be presented to me. For all intent it shouldn’t have spawned anything within me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything I thought I understood about the world was physically shoved into my brain, pushing other things away. I believe you can relate.

The second thing I must force myself to trust is that you feel there’s something wrong with the place you are in. People have been disappearing, regardless of the time you perceive yourself to be in, the rumors of missing souls is constant. I must warn you though, the conspiracies you’re creating to explain it all, they’re not the truth you hope for. The true cause is something much more abnormal, fantastical and wholly outside comprehension. I suppose I always knew the source, but that’s my burden. You’ll be subjected to the facts soon enough, just don’t forget, nothing about the stolen people is coincidence.
The final aspect of your thoughts I have to address is the guilt. This is something that is unique to you and I. Anyone else may have doubts. Feelings of unease, but the guilt is something you and I share alone. It’s an unending lead blanket. It’s suffocating and unlike some variations, justified this time. I’m sorry to have to tell you that. There’s a tragic villain out there and it’s life can be cataloged by our choices.

The things I’ve written so far are things I believe to be true. But, for this to be fair I must also lay out some assumptions. After you read this, you may wonder how these words found you in the first place. This I cannot fully explain. Words travel. It’s a phenomenon that I only recently discovered. Somehow, through time, the cosmos, heaven and hell words that carry importance, find the place they need to be. There is most likely a science to this, a new science that didn’t exist before, but I don’t know that for sure. Until I do know though, it’s easiest to say that the power that allows these sentences to pass through unseen realms is tied to will. Basically, I’m willing this letter to find you.

I made mention of a request earlier in this message. You must find me. That is the easy part, the difficulty is that I have no clue as to where it is you’ll find me. I do not know how long it will take you to reach a place where we can meet as we are. But, for this to happen you must keep your eyes open, find the signs that I myself do not know. This is a vague quest. It’s a quest that we need you to take up.

Once we meet, I will be able to tell you more. There will be more for you to do. There’s always more to be done if we are to change the things that weren’t accomplished the first time around.
I wholeheartedly wish that this correspondence wasn’t so concerned with what I know and believe. Once your work begins these facts and thoughts will change. Even though these words are permanent, the hand that wrote them will change. It just dawned on me that I may not be the original author. This universe has become confused. You need to set it back.

Sincerely,

Peter

P.S. I didn’t love green eyes until after you.

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Hello everyone,  Jonathan here, who else would it be? So I feel like with this Tidbit, some of the mystery of the last five Tidbits has been taken away. For those of you who have followed this blog for awhile know that the original batch of Tidbits were truly independent pieces. This time around though, I wanted to do something more. Perhaps I bit off more than I can chew, but the idea was to make a series of small stories that were interesting enough on their own but could be tied together as well. My personal jury is still out on whether or not I believe I’ve accomplished this.

Now, this shouldn’t be held as a concrete truth, but I feel as if I’ve reached the halfway mark. Which I feel is the right time to explain myself. Let me know your thoughts on this particular project so far. You can do so either with the comments below, or as always my Twitter and Google+

The Proud Students (random write)

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I suppose I could have made this a Tidbit on Thursday, but I didn’t feel like it really fit the feel of those. This was born from a conversation I heard on Kevin Smith’s Smodcast ep.287. Basically they pitched a fairly grown-up variation on the Harry Potter franchise. I thought it was a fun idea, so I decided to give it a shot. So without further ado.  Continue reading

If You Read This, Stay Positive

I am a liar. For years I’ve told a certain story, the events of which are all true. The lie exists in the tone. I’ve always made this tale out to be something good; a nugget of life that I look back on fondly. But the truth is that in the seconds and minutes that this event is comprised of, beyond the false inflections, my heart was broken.

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None Of Us Did Enough (Tidbit Thursday 2/6/14)

None Of Us Did Enough

Sometimes intention is all that’s needed. Plans are for sensible acts and sensible people. When insanity is the goal, flying by the swirling winds of a Spring storm is the only acceptable approach.

“Rodney! What are you doing?” The boy asked.

It was a wonder he could even form a question at that time. Rodney always figured a gun pressed against a person’s head would leave them mostly speechless. If things went right, maybe this kid was destined for big things.

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