A quick shout out.

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Hey all!

So…a new album just came out yesterday by one of my favorites The 1975! I know, exciting. I just wanted to give it a shout out, and let everyone know they should check it out. It is such an eclectic mix of 80’s sounds and new age electronic layers. Mix in Matt Healy’s unique, accented voice and you got a great album.

Here is a link for one of my favorite songs!

-Turner

quote of the day

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My mom shared this quote with me yesterday, and I thought it was beautiful. We are not all destined to be great, but if you can focus the greatness you have into little things in life, then together, the sum of all those things will make you great. Don’t give yourself all at once, but a little bit at a time.

-Collins

My poem titled “What is my Life?”

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 A bundle of nerves
A call outgoing on a telephone wire
A stack of assignments
a parking meter about to expire
 
An apple a day
Four panic attacks
Eight glasses of water
A greasy big mac
 
The number of people in my circle
The number of texts I’ve received
The enemies I’ve left behind
Or the number of lies I’ve believed
 
The places I’ve haven’t travelled
The places I’m going
The airports I’ve been in
The post cards I’m showing
 
The smiles I’ve made
The jokes I’ve told
People saying i look young
People saying i look old
 
The times I’ve raised hell
The fires I’ve quelled
The days I stood quiet
The times I felt overwhelmed
 
The breathes I’ve taken
The tears I’ve cried
Could be a recollection
And I’ll tell you why
 
It’s not the moments
The memories
The dollars in the bank
The coulda, woulda, shoulda bes
 
It’s every day
Everything put together
A testament that you did it
That you did the world one better
-Collins
 
 
 

My short story titled “Reflection”

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Peering into the mirror as she removed her makeup, she knew she was doing what she was born to do. Even if she had to do it in the wrong body.
Only moments ago she was dancing under pulsating lights and heaving music. She strut her sparkly self down the stage, feeling invincible in towering platforms. She shimmied and shook her body for patrons and the money rained down on her like blessings from above.
She felt empowered and sexy.
Even now, as she wiped lipstick from her mouth, and rouge from her cheeks, she was high, high on something so much more powerful than drugs. The bare light bulbs that circled her vanity mirror cast her in an angelic glow and she ran a finger lightly down her chin, grinning a little as stubble prickled under her touch.
The makeup transformed her so that her outside would match her inside. She felt no less sexy, no less beautiful with a bare face. She still loved her thick brows and her five o’clock shadow as much as she loved her full lips and exaggerated eyes. It was all relative.
She pulled the blonde wig from her head, shaking it out and then tossing it on the wig stand. Running her fingers through her cropped hair she let out a sigh and began pulling her fishnets off. She always felt a little hollow as she peeled off the layers of her costume. It was a little like undressing in front of a stranger, it felt risky and private.
When she was done, and dressed in jeans and a baggy t-shirt and sneakers, she stood from her vanity, pushing in the chair. She gave herself one last glance in the mirror before she switched the lights off. She knew she would be back again, next Tuesday, but it felt like years. She craved the stage, the attention, but most of all, she craved the acceptance.
People at the club didn’t care about what she looked like, they cared about who she was. And she was herself. And that was enough.
 
-Collins
 

Another piece to Jacob.

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Wow, it has been awhile since I’ve written anything with this character. He went a little dormant for awhile, but he is back with a vengeance and a plan. Here is the newest installment in Jacob’s story. Be warned. Dark.

 

I had it all planned out.
I had gotten the itch out of my system, effectively scratching it out. Two more crooks, perverts, met their maker. I couldn’t have been more pleased. Things were going accordingly.
Now it was time for me to get her, life without her was becoming…uncomfortable.
I hadn’t thought about it much, but I really hadn’t been apart from her for longer than a few days in almost a decade. I was a solitary creature by nature, but…apparently I had formed some sort of attachment to her.
Not that I could be blamed of course. I may be a monster, but I am still man. A man with urges, needs and desires. She filled every single one of them. Or she would. Once I had her back.
I’d been known to make a wrong choice a time or two, sending her away was one of them.
I watched her in her second story window, her long blonde hair pulled up in a messy knot on top of her head. Her thin white camisole not covering nearly enough, short pink shorts revealing just the slightest curve of her ass. It was mouth watering.
I pulled my hood down farther, covering my eyes completely as I pulled my cell phone out and dialed her number for the first time in weeks. I saw her room light up with the bluish glow of her phone before she brought it to her ear.
“Jacob?” She whispered. God I hadn’t heard her voice in so long, it was like angels singing. Poetic, I know. But the truth can’t be changed.
“Come downstairs.” And with that I hang up, shoving the phone back into my pocket and making my way to her front door, leaning against the white pillar in the entryway. It only takes a few moments before the door flies open and her eyes widen as they take me in.
I do the same.
She’s flawless.
“What are you…” She clears her throat. “What are you doing here?”
I take a step towards her, unable to help myself. My hand moves of their own accord and my finger tips feather across the smooth skin of her neck, feeling her pulse there nearly makes me lose my mind.
She steps away, crossing her arms over her chest. Shutting me out. She’s never shut me out before.
“Seriously…after what happened the last time I saw you, I just…you can’t be here.”
“I can and I will.” I say.
A tear starts to track its way down her cheek. I quickly snatch it with my thumb and put it in my life, tasting the salty sadness on my tongue.
Her head starts to shake, I don’t even think she notices she is doing it. “Go…Jacob. Just go.” A sob rips from her as she pulls away completely and shuts herself inside her house. I hear the lock click.
I stare at the door, willing her to come back. She doesn’t.
I’m not a fool, so I don’t stick around.
I pull out my phone and send her a text.
“This isn’t over, Angel.”

-Turner