Chapter 2

Mr. Twinkle looked all around his owner's house, trying to find a way in. He was too short to reach the windows. He tried a twig to open the lock on the front door, but he had seen his owner use a stick to open the door before. So, Mr. Twinkle went around to the back of the house to look for another way in and he did. The dog flap that was attached to the back door presented Mr. Twinkle with the means to find the buzzing device.

Once Mr. Twinkle was in, he began to look all through the house (which was far different than the yard world he was accustomed to). He dug through the drawers in the kitchen, but could only find sharp, shiny things on the counter top. He hit a couple of buttons on a remote in the living room and ran in fright when he awoke flashing box creature. In the bathroom, Mr. Twinkle found a plunger but somehow could not get it unstuck from the floor. Finally, there was only one room left in the house.

Mr. Twinkle made to the bedroom of his owner. This room was where he needed to be if he was to find the all powerful buzzing device. He found some anti-social dust bunnies under the bed. There were some foul smelling socks on the floor near the foot of the bed, which prompted Mr. Twinkle become queezy. He came to a giant pillar of drawers that were much higher than he. How was he to look in each of these drawers if they were so high up? That was when he felt a happy feeling well up inside of him. A twinkle sparkled in Mr. Twinkle's eyes.

Mr. Twinkle began to hump the pillar of drawers as hard as his little gnome body could. The humping caused the drawers to start to fall out of the pillar one by one. Victory must be at hand once Mr. Twinkle finished humping the pillar.

Mr. Twinkle started to root through the drawers that fell from the pillar. In one drawer, he found a sock containing something long and hard inside (Hmmm!?!). Mr. Twinkle tugs out the long, hard object from the sock, but was disappointed by the hand gun he pulled out. So, Mr. Twinkle throws the gun aside, which fell to the floor and let off a bang (what did you think it was going to be you dirty reader you).

Beginning to lose hope, Mr. Twinkle began to hear the buzzing sound once more. He heard it coming from the top of the pillar of drawers, and watched as something small and rectangular buzzed its way on the pillar's top. Mr. Twinkle began to lick his lips in anticipation of the prize. Just then, the doorknob on the front door was letting off a rattling sound. This startled Mr. Twinkle to no end. So, he made a mad dash for the dog flap in hopes to not be seen by his owner.

Making it outside, Mr. Twinkle wonders to the front of the house and finds that his owner spazzing out. Next thing you know, Mr. Twinkle's owner came storming out trying to call for the police on his cellphone that he forgot at home (which was left on vibrate all the time).

Mr. Twinkle was disappointed that he did not get the buzzing device, but was not disheartened for he shall be victorious someday soon. Then all shall know of the gnomishy gnome in all the world, Mr. Twinkle.

(Stay tune for the next fun filled adventure of Mr. Twinkle. It will be the same gnome time, the same gnome channel.)

Mr. Twinkle: The Lawn Gnome

A long time ago, there lived a happy go lucky lawn gnome named Mr. Twinkle. Mr. Twinkle was no ordinary lawn gnome, but a very special lawn gnome (special ed.). You see when Mr. Twinkle gets that special twinkle in his eyes it can only mean one thing. I know, I know that it may sound crude, but when his eyes twinkle he is about to hump something nearby. It is not like he is particular by any means on what he humps. He will hump whatever is closest to him.

One day, Mr. Twinkle was tending to his owner's lawn, trying to get all of the weeds out before anyone noticed that he was walking around. He looked high, he looked low and found several weeds. Of course, Mr. Twinkle came to one large weed that was hidden behind a tall bush. This weed was huge, atleast twice the size of your average lawn gnome (which isn't really that tall).

Mr. Twinkle began to tug and pull on the weed with all of his strength, but to no avail did he manage to pull this mighty weed. His gnomish might was no match for the weed.

Mr. Twinkle looked around for something that he could use to possibly chop down his foliage foe. He found a stick, but that was too weak to face up to the challenge. He found a wooden stake, but that would barely make a dent in the weed. He even found a small shovel, but couldn't figure out how it worked. That was until he heard a buzzing sound coming from across the street.

Mr. Twinkle rushed over and looked at the yard across the road. He saw a man with a buzzing device that was capable of easily cutting down branches off of a tree without a great deal of effort being put into it. Mr. Twinkle stared in wonder at the sight of this great buzzing machine, and began to wonder if he could find a buzzing device to cut down the weed.

Mr. Twinkle started to search all through the yard, but couldn't find anything that would make a buzzing sound. But then he remembered, he heard a buzzing sound coming from his owner's bedroom window a couple of nights ago. He didn't think anything of it at the time, but he figured out that his owner must have had a mighty tree or bush to tend to in the bedroom (O.o). So, Mr. Twinkle knew what he had to do, and figure out how to break into his owner's house to get the buzzing device.

(To Be Continued..........)

my new baby 

To write or not to write.........

I always contemplate the reasoning for me to unleash unto the world my expansive imagination. I think that it may confuse or frighten some. ::sighs:: The most important thing that I must combat first is the hardship of struggling to write only faced with the screen.

I guess this is because all of my ideas flood forward in a fashion that corrupts my writing ability. For heroes and heroines, gods and goddesses, and even good and evil are always playing through my mind like an endless movie. I see my worlds as if they are real, yet I can't do a simple thing of expressing it in written text.

Oh woah is me! I must solve the struggle.............Think, think, think..............

Demon Days

The universe is always divided into two primal forces, that of which being GOOD and EVIL. Now, the two forces that drive the universe are not only macro-cosmically apparent, but also micro-cosmically in the human being.

Now!

Think about the world as it is now, not like it was but is. You will see the forces of GOOD and EVIL are visible in almost every facet of life. Though, there are representations of the two primal forces that will forever remain unseen by a mortal's eye. Of course, you will never truly understand what I am saying because most of society is blinded by the ignorance of simplicity. But, I can say that whenever you feel the bitter cold bite of the shadows or the bright lifegiving warmth of the light you are experiencing the faintest touch of what I am talking about.

Demons, Angels, and humanity in between all walk this world never truly crossing paths, but all of their destinies are intertwined by a single key and a simple door. To walk the path of truth is to walk a path of life and death. So, tread cautiously down the road. Truth is but a small step away.

A day that will go down in infamy.

Yesterday, I had the opportunity of a lifetime occur. I met a group of people that are just as crazy as me (which is a rare thing these days), and they are Morgan, Michelle and Angela. I had a blast hanging out with them. Though, Morgan is a bit like watching a squirrel on crack especially when she tried to claw through the glass of a bookstore (which was funnier than hell). Michelle was more concerned on the frontier that most of the women in the mall had no bras on, which really didn't phase me (but I am oblivious....lol). Finally, Angela was slightly more sane than Michelle and Morgan, and was I hoped enterained with my attempted dramatic reading of one of her books. Angela was at the mall doing a book signing, which I got the chance to get her to sign a copy of Captive Dreams (this book is very interesting, or I should that it peaked my interest after reading a random page).

I do hope that I will be able to hang out with all of them in the future. I do have to give thanks to Lynn, who convinced me to go out to the mall on Saturday to meet all of these great authors. Though, Lynn should have tried to remind me to bring the squirrel poem (lol).

If Morgan, Michelle, and/or Angela are reading my blog, I am always available to do my dramatic reading voice if ya'll decide to make any of your books into books on tape (cd). ; )

Tootles

Words of Inspiration: When playing "The Name Game" one has to wonder why someone's parents would ever name them Buck. Cause it rhymes with *%$@.

Shattered of One

Have you ever looked at a rock and wonder why it is the way it is? I have always looked at it like a simple piece of earth that contains nothing that matters in life. This is wrong. The rock is life that no one can ever stop for it is a mark of the ages which lasts forever. One day, we all shall be like the rock and rest on the earth in silent contemplation of the existence around us. Like the rock, death is nothing more than a stage in which we return to a simpler form in the infinite divide. Eternity is nothing but a dream wrapped in the logic of a twisted era. I see the rock and it sees me trapped in my finite immortality, but can it go beyond the known. For I digress, the line of time is too obscure between fact and fiction to even be heard.