Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Wooden hope by me a fictional story

                             Wooden  Hope
                                    By;
                             Jessica  Singleton


         " I lost a world the other day. Oh find it SR.   for me. " - Emily Dickinson

         " If you are really  good and do your best, then you to can be a real boy. " - Pinocchio



                        Wooden Hope

                                  1

  Chi got out of the coach with one suitcase and one toy bear.  He was tired from his journey.  Life was as empty as a bag of air sometimes.  It can make your shoulders feel like they are caring at least 100 pounds though. 

   Chi's life had changed in the blink of an eye. His parents died two months before his journey. There was no warning.  Life just walked up and knocked on his door one night and it took away his family.  There was nothing he could do.  A social worker told Chi that he could live with his great uncle Michael.  Michael was the only family that Chi had left.  But Chi did not know his uncle.

Michael walked up to his nephew and he shook his hand.  

" So you are my great nephew.  I have only heard about you in letters.  This must be your toy bear. Someone will come from the house and they will attend to your things. You can leave them there on the porch. "

Chi looked at his feet in silence. Michael had started to turn around towards the door but he stopped when he saw the look on Chi's face.

" Chi what is the matter? Are you okay? "

Chi would not make eye contact with Michael but you could see the tears that he held back.

" This is all I have. I lost everything in my life. I never had much anyway. Monkey Pickles goes everywhere that I go. He makes me feel safe.  I do not want to leave him outside. I'm afraid that he will not be there when I come back out here. Someone might forget him and then he might disappear too. "

Michael was not used to children. He ran the city morgue.  Most of the people that he saw were already dead.  Michael lived in an old Victorian house with his wife.  They traveled a lot and they lived in silence.  It had been years since Michael had seen a child. He realized that he was talking in a serious tone and that he was an old man compared to this boy.  This child was his family.  Chi had lost his parents.  Michael made himself smile.  This was new.  Dealing with the living.

" I am sorry Chi.  Forgive me.  I am not used to talking much.  Life is slow these days for me.  You are home now. If it would make you happy then you can bring in your own things, into the house.  That is fine. I will tell everyone that we will not disturb Mr. Monkey Pickles is it?  Tell me why do you call him that name if he is a bear? "

" I love Pickles. They are my favorite food. I always wanted a monkey. So I call him Monkey Pickles. .. "


" Oh I see.  That is nice. No problem then. Come into the house.  Tell me about yourself. I want to know what you like to do."


" I like to read. I do not have a lot of books but I like to read. "

" Read.... I have a grand library in my home. Those books are a little older then you but you can look.  Just do not lose or tare them up."

" I would never tare up a book. Thank you though. "

" What is your favorite book ?"

" It is a tie between Oliver Twist and Pinocchio . The book about the toy puppet that wanted to be real. And the other book is about an orphan boy who is always lost among the rest of the world. Everyone around him is bad and he is always finding a way to survive."

" That is nice. "

They went into the house.

Chi was a thin boy that looked like he two years younger just because of his size.

Chi's days were spent wondering around the house. Then he found the library one day.
Chi found a book by Mark Twain.  It was about two little boys who were fun to read about. Tom and Huck.  

One day Chi found a stray cat wondering around outside.
Chi ask his aunt if he could have the cat as a pet.
She was fond of cats and she loved her nephew like he was her own son. So she said yes.

Chi named the grey stripped cat Twain.  One night Chi stayed up late reading more adventures about Tom and Huck.  When he finally got around to turning out the lamp, Twain jumped into bed with him.  Twain became his best friend.

The next morning when Chi woke up, he smelled something yummy.  His aunt Carroll was making fresh biscuits and they were covered with honey and grits.  Warm milk with ginger was served with the biscuits.  

Chi's aunt said Happy Birthday to Chi.
Chi did not expect much.  He was not used to anyone celebrating his birthday.

That night when Chi finished his dinner, his aunt brought out a cake for his birthday.  Chi did not know that cakes came in chocolate.  Chocolate was a bean that made tiny candies.  Carroll said it was a birthday cake.
Then his uncle gave him two boxes to open.
One box had a toy puppet made of wood.  It looked like his favorite story book character.
 The second box, had a sweater and a new pair of pants.

That summer Michael had to take a train out of town for business. When he came home from his travels, he brought back a few gifts for his wife and his nephew.
Carroll got a scarf and necklace.  Chi got a box of books for his own age group and a wooden toy ship.

Chi had never had more then one toy at a time.  This was neat.

Twain got a can of cat food.

Chi lived a long , healthy and happy life.

                              The END

 

Monday, May 29, 2017

Cradle Warmth a poem by me

Cradle Warmth
By;
Jessica Singleton
To; My only God EL...

If I was given a choice between here with everything that could be.
Even every chance that life never gave me
or to stand by you and to constantly work for you.
I would throw all those chances away.
If I was told that I would finally be happy.
Even safe...
I would not care.
I do not need to think it over.
I already know.
I'd rather be in heaven with my own set of wings.
I know there are so many amazing things that the world can offer.
People go into debt everyday
just to experience a knock off version of those things.
But what is the point in experience if your back breaks from all that experience and your will is raped.
It really does not matter the day you have to sell it all off in a yard sale, just to pay the electric bill.
I know what all those experiences mean and I know what they look like.
They are always held so high over my head.
But I would rather not feel anything at all.
To me, I have felt enough pain to last 2 thousand different life times.
All of the good things.
All of the dear moments
Do not matter if they end this way.
Why love at all?
Just to feel the pain of losing them.
How could words like love matter, when you know in the end, when put through this, they would not mean anything to them at all.
I don't need a pill collection.
I do not plan on killing myself.
I just wanted you to know,
that I finally learned my lesson.
You really are the only one who matters and you are the only one who cares.
I'm only sorry that it took me so long to figure it out.


confuse me with missing posters

I'm not a diva. I think that the definition to the word diva is what they call a loud mouth. A diva is one  who thinks that when they walk into the room, that everyone should notice and jump up to please them.

Anyway about a year ago, I moved back in here. I was living on my own for six years in an apartment in Dewey OKLAHOMA.
I never had this kind of thing happen.
Well, I dono... Well I dealt with petty theft but....
So anyway I picked up a few printed posters online.
I cannot afford real art.
I live in a small town.
There is no where to buy it anyway here.
They keep closing everything down.
Well, about every three months I go through my things.
Strangely enough;
I just went through those posters in the last 3 months.
They were all there.
Now one of them is missing.
What is odd about it.
Why?
In general you cannot fold up a poster and walk out of here with it, or it would be noticeable. 
This is strange.
It is not even the nicest piece that I found.
I have proof that they do not sell it here in this town.
I have proof that I paid for it and that it was shipped and received here at this house.
I wish my phone worked.
I am not in a good mood lately.
I do not want to over react.
There is more.
I do not have much in here.
I do not steal from anyone here.
They do not have anything anyway.
So where did that poster go?
Because it was here and now it is not here.
That would look as though someone took it.
They would have had to have done it when I could not see them.
I will ask everyone and see what they say.
Here is some information on it.



From: Art.com <artemail@em.art.com>
Sent: Friday, July 22, 2016 9:21 AM
To: jessicaoubliet79eve@outlook.com
Subject: Your Art.com order has shipped


Art.com
Your Art.com order has shipped
Call us toll free at 800-952-5592
SHOP   |   YOU + ART   |   GET INSPIRED   |   CRAFTSMANSHIP   |   LOG IN
YOUR ART.COM ORDER HAS SHIPPED
Hello Jessica Singleton,

All or part of your recent order #2001578727195 has been shipped. Please review your delivery details below for more information.

Contact our Customer Support Team at 800-952-5592 or support@art.com.

TRACK YOUR SHIPMENT
OUR GUARANTEES
If you are dissatisfied for any reason, you may return most products within 30 days and receive a free replacement or a full refund.

LEARN MORE
DELIVERY DETAILS
Shipment ID: 32567873
Ship Date: 07/21/2016
Shipment Method: Standard
Tracking #: 74893150559653549940
Item Description Quantity
Immaculate Conception, 1635
Item # : 24711627586A
1
Paris Stroll II
Item # : 31209227604A
1
Paris Bistro II
Item # : 19347833317A
1
Your Order Details
 

Paris Stroll II
Item # : 31209227604A