The death of a salesman

There once was a man named Steven. He was a salesman. He was happy, he died.

"Maybe this is a good thing." he said hopefully

Failed stories form me not knowing where to go next

The room was dark when she first saw it. It was beet up and old, but she wanted really badly. only 7 years of age it stood taller then her, and wider, but she had to have it. "Please, Please mom bye it please!" she begged. Moments later they sit down and listen to the auctioneer auction off a few pieces that were donated. The first vase goes for 4 dolors. The auction goes on and continues to get bugger items. Two items away and she whispers in her mom's ear pleadingly, "I'll pay for it if you get it now. I'll do all the dishes for a year please, please!" Her mother tiered of hearing this says ok. moments later after the French Horn was sold for 300 the piece she wans comes on. made of rosewood with wonderful feathering. Solid brass toners and Jagger strings, a real beauty. Her mom bids for the starting price of 50 and that is what it goes for. it is brout down the isle to there row and handed to them. An hour later the auction ended and people were leaving, lights were raised. Up close now in her hands she sees dents and discolorations, chips in the neck and a taped together bridge. The base was heavy, almost too heavy to lift. She is still excited. she lodes up her mother's station wagon with a few vases and plated then carefully puts in her new instrument.

That week was hard on her. She has never seen so much work even of she is only in 2nd grade. She was struggling in school. she could not spell and was always off in space her teachers tell her parents. She does have a natural gift of being able to copy anything like it was her own. That weekend she was tiered, But still found the time to look at her new instrument. Looking over every inch of it and its beautiful wood. looking at its stings slowly plucking each one as it lay in the floor. looking in its openings along ether side of the old bridge she saw something like a signature, but it was really faded. bringing out her flashlight she lights up the inside. She made a copy of the signature on a piece of paper. She sets the paper aside and starts to tune it to her dad's electric tuner. it was in really bad shape tunign wise. It took her a while but in the end she got it. then she set aside the instrument and looked at the bow. The bow was in wonderful condition the rosewood looks almost the same as the instrument. The hairs on the bow were not in good condition sadly. she picked up a few sort sheet music for the bass the next day with her parents songs such as Marry Had a Little Lamb and the Itsy Bitsy Spider. She could not get any more because she needed to have her bow re-haired, but sadly she or her parents did not have the money to do so. after a few weeks she mastered the songs and got bored of the instrument so she put it in her closet where it sat.

10 years later she came across it in the back of her closit.




It was a normal summer evening, nothing strange, and nothing particularly interesting.

White and Black

I am the white knight, yet never so brave. I would never run around on a horse and rescue fair maidens. I could never even lift a sword let alone swing it at dragon heads. Nor am I hansom enough to be able to win a ladies heart form her cruel keeper. I am a frog compared to a white wizard. So powerless and plane. I could never save a village let lone my self. I am the black king but I have no power to be corrupted with. I have no subjects to command or make bow down to me. I would never be so cruel. Or ever so clever to take power. Nor am I the dark lord, the mass killer wishing to purify classes. I could never be able to take a life, I even squabble at taking my own. With the dark lord is the ambition of living forever which I would hide from, for one life of normal amount of time is too much. No, I am none of these powerful symbol that are seen everyday. Nothing is as clean or smooth in the real world. Bad people don't turn good after seeing children, people lie to become more powerful. In this world we are pushed and pushed, we want to become known, we want to be seen in this huge world. Disney's song of It's a Small World After All no longer applies. True you see some people that you know or can relate to ever once in a while but not too often. Other images of our time is that you can do anything if you put your self to it, but no you can't. You need power, money to even make people listen to you, to hear you. We just don't have that all we have are ideas, some good, most bad.

Its all my fault!

Its all my fault! The only thing that is making me laph at the moment is the fact the the song "I like big buts and I can not lye" just poped into my head. The other song that is in my mind is:
"Pain"

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing
Rather feel pain

I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you're wounded
You know (You know you know you know you know)

That I'm here to save you
You know (You know you know you know you know)
I'm always here for you
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you'll thank me later

Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain
Well on that happy note. Yes I did tell them and I would not have changed it. You can shoot me now. Just don't go jumping in front of trains push me in front of one. Yes I would love to yell at you for your stupidity. But it is not all your fault! It's mine! So conflicted. 3 bubbles one of you talking of trains. one of you and him yelling at each other like theres no tomaro and then him telling me what he is going to post next. What he wants to say. I type STOP! Just stop log out he goes to bed. I ask if hes ok he says yes I ask really because the way he is phrasing things make it sound anything but, he then says I've never had this emotion before its good and bad but I don't know he departs I yell at her she goes. And here I am typing away about nothing just a little argument. The only things at stake are throwing her into further depression and accualy put a full hearty attempt in font of a train. Her family is in too much trouble she clames but if you think about it she would be doing things for her family and not be thinking of throwing her self away they love her but no she doesen't see that. He says we need to get together I fear the consequences not only because she want to talk to her if more things come out worse things will happen. It's very hard to keep a secret. It so much easer to pass it along. So hard to hide form your best friends. But every body has them. If you tell them you trust them. But what if the person you tell can take it. If he needs to tell it to somebody else to maybe ease the burden if in need of assistance advise. If they start screaming in each others faces some might be told he has so many things she I don't know about but she if she wants to if she sees fit if she sees its my fault she will probably do something I fear and scream it in his face something I've been keeping form all but 3. But the thing is what then after that. Silence lack of words but thats soon replaced by hate and fury and discuss and pain thats sure to follow. A new year nowhere to go...its all my fault. I fear I wouldn't see my nose for a while for it will be in a book.