Open Mic

Hello.  I'm not going to post my open mic piece because, somehow in my mind, posting something takes away the freshness of it.  It takes away the swag and the heart and the emotion, like its had its soul ripped out.  It's kinda like a new pair of socks or some new underwear, the first time you put it on is always the best.  Everything after that is just sad old memories.  Well anyways, I'll probably end up posting my piece after I read it in class tomorrow, so if for some strange reason you like in Taiwan or something and you are reading this, sorry... gonna have to wait.

Call to Arms and Hero's Journey... Jedi Style

Ordinary World

 Call of Darkness
Meet Mark William Calaway.  A single, middle-aged, math teacher born and raised in the town of Salem, Massachusetts, he has always been fascinated with the towns mysterious past.  He began studying the Dark Arts when he found an old manuscript in the library.  Now a group of Satan worshipers want him to join their crew.  But even though Mark is interested in studying them, he wants no part in what they do.  When they kidnap his secret love he is forced to make a decision: Join them and hope they release her or try to rescue her.  He decides on the latter path and must travel to Death Valley, California where his courage will be tested in trying to take down an evil cult.

Questions:
How will Mark save his secret love?
Will Mark ever be the same after this experience?
Did Mark stumble onto something bigger than a satanic cult?

Shake The Dust

This is for the fat boys.  This is for the nerds and the geeks and the chumps.  This is for the hobo sittin on the curb with a tin cup.  Shake the dust.  This is for the children with no food to eat in the morning cuz their daddy don't come home at night.  This is for the people who get uptight over grammar mistakes in my last sentence.  This is for the circus acrobats.  This is for the girls that dress this way cuz they need to look that way cuz without lookin a certain way there ain't no way they're gonna think they amount to somethin.  This is for the friends that get used and abused and refused.  Shake the dust.  Shake because ever since you've been born, you've been standin in your own grave.  Shake because every time you get insulted, hurt, torn up, and ripped into pieces there are people tryin to bury you.  They're throwin dust, and it's hittin you.  But shake it off and pat it down.  Keep on shakin until you are out of the grave, no more insults, no more dust.  You're dirty, but you're alive.