Being sick sucks. The icky feelings rolling around in your stomach and the constant nausea. It makes one want to bash their skull in with a mutated teddy bear. One that will maybe give you a worse disease and end your misery faster. An ugly teddy bear... How did this turn into a rant about an ugly teddy bear? You will have to dissect my brain to find out. Good luck finding it! If you do, please let me know...

Writing Prompt: Jack was a precocious child; even at the very young age of five and a half he knew his classmate Donald Harrison was an asshole.

....It had been 8 years since Jack met Donald Harrison, and how he wished it had never happened. The kid was nothing but trouble. Now at the age of 13, Donald was a terror. And not only did Donald know it, he seemed to enjoy it. 

    Jack watched as Donald threw a wadded up piece of paper at the back of Nick Pipkus' head and laughed when the poor kid freaked out. The teacher turned around and shot Donald a look. He shrugged and tried to play innocent, though he didn't really care if she busted him or not. 
    Jack was growing tired of his classmate being such a punk. When he pulled a worm from his shirt pocket and slid it down the back of one of the girls shirts, making her squeal in terror, Jack decided he'd had enough. He was going to show Donald just what being an asshole felt like to others. 
    After school, he followed Donald home. Once he knew where his repugnant classmate lived, he walked to the corner store and bought a carton of eggs using what was left of his lunch money for that day, then returned to the house. 
    He found great joy in pelting the front door with the entire dozen of eggs, and decided he'd wait in the bushes until they noticed. It just so happened that Donald's father had heard the thumps and came to see what it was. 
    Upon inspection of the door and front porch, the man's face turned purple and he began to yell at the top of his voice, cursing Donald and his little hellion friends. Jack was shocked that Donald's father would yell at him in such a way, until he noticed the slurring in the man's speech. 
    Donald hurried to the porch with a rag and bucket of soapy water. His father cursed him once more, calling him a stringful of colorful words, telling him to clean up the mess, and slammed the door. Donald stared at the door for a moment, before kneeling and wetting the rag in the bucket. 
     Jack felt horrible. Now he understood why Donald was the way he was. For a moment, he sat in the bushes wondering if he should just leave and never speak of this. But his conscience got the better of him and he stood, brushing the dirt off the seat of his pants, and went to the porch. 
    Donald saw him walking up, and looked away. Jack knelt beside his long time pain in the ass, and held out his hand. Donald looked at him questioningly, until Jack reached out and took the rag from him. The look on Donald's face was filled with gratitude. He ran to the garage and retrieved another rag, and together the two boys cleaned up the porch.
    Walking home later, with plans to meet for pizza and video games that weekend with Donald, he made himself a promise not to judge others too harshly, and to find out the truth before acting on it. He was glad this time he made a friend instead of destroying someone he thought to be a heartless enemy. 

 (Disclaimer: This writing prompt was given to me by my father Patrick Loveless, the rest of this paragraph is done in my own words, on behalf of this writing prompt.)

Crumbs and Niblets

Aromas of warm vanilla and sugar, baking in the oven, create such a delicious treat! A spatula scraping against the pan as you remove one of your most treasured treats brings a smile to your face. As you pull it in half, the warm gooey center causes your mouth to water and your fingers to burn. But you take a bite anyway, loving the sudden sweet taste against your tongue, chewing with sheer pleasure. Your heart beats a little faster. You have just taken a bite... of your cookie.

To Remember or not to Remember...

Some things you just want to forget about, others you never want to forget. How do you decide which ones to keep and which ones not to? I've always thought of the good memories and thoughts as being comforting and interesting, especially ones that make me laugh. And the useless ones are ones of being angry, annoyed and hurt. Those I have always easily thrown out. Sometimes its good to keep a couple of those, however to remember mistakes made and unkind things needing fixed. Sometimes it's possible to even turn some of the rotten memories into good ones.

Murder Unsuspect

Sitting on a beanbag chair, watching a television show, when from behind me I hear the most disgusting sound I have ever heard in my life! Miz Josephine, lets out the foulest burp a human being can produce! I shudder with repulsion.
 "I am so sorry, please don't murder me!" she giggles.
 Murder her? How could she play so innocent after what she's done?! My mind goes blank, and suddenly I am no longer in control of myself. Later, I wake, having blacked out from the stress and anxiety caused by the horror of what I had done to this unsuspecting young woman! A beaten, bloody pulp lies on the floor next to the beanbag chair, and no one is around. I sigh a sigh of relief and cautiously climb the stairs. I hear a voice in the kitchen, "It was funny, she was beating the orange to death yelling about bodily functions!" Miz Josephine laughed...

Hourly Paragraphs 1

This idea came from a friend of mine that did a full day of drawing something every hour! It seemed like an exciting challenge, so I took a leaf out of her book, and did the same with writing! Turns out it was more fun than I first thought! So without further ado, here is my first attempt at such a day!

10:00 am

I woke this morning on the couch, as my son had woken me at 5 AM and Grandma Lee had let me lay back down for a while. My hand is still hurting something terrible due to the cyst removal in my right ring finger yesterday. I immediately got up, took some medicine for the pain and the swelling and went to help change my son. I can’t do it myself, but I can sit and help! Once he was changed, he went down for a nap.

11:00 am

The past hour has been somewhat uneventful. I have been watching television and contemplating what to do with my goals. Working on the chapter story each week is going to be my more challenging task. It’s tough to decide what to begin with as a storyline. Perhaps I will turn to my writing prompts from one of my best friends. I may also use them for the rest of my day’s paragraphs!

12:00 pm

Lunch was simple: buttered noodles with cheese and apple slices. David wouldn’t stop putting his feet on the table, and Grandpa’s giggling didn’t help matters. David, of course, thinks it’s funny! He even stole the best part of the oreo when I tried to give him a bite of one of mine! So not fair! I gave him a bite and he made off with the half that had all the icing and left me with the plain cookie!

1:00 pm

I FINALLY NABBED AN EYE OF ENDER!!! So much excitement!! Dang endermen wouldn’t give me their eyeballs! Now I can try to find an underground abandoned mineshaft! I’m so dang excited about it! But alas, I must wait, for it seems everyone is dispersing for other things. I shall persevere! It was pretty epic, my enderman death-dealing. I came up out of my little mine, where I had just found a monster spawner and killed it, and Robbie was awaiting me at my house. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the enderman’s creepy eyes and dashed off to take him out. A creeper tried to get the best of me on my way but Robbie took him down! I got to the enderman and began beating at his legs with my iron sword and suddenly with a poof of sparkly purple smoke there sat the eye of ender!

2:00 pm

I am now going to pop open my writing prompt jar from Anna! And my first writing prompt is… "Imagine a cave. It's dark and damp, but there is a light up ahead. What could it be?" Well, my first thought is ‘oh shit I’m dead’. But, upon further reflection, it could be one of many things. In minecraft it’s most likely to be lava. In real life it’s most likely to be the opening and escape route. But in my bizarre mind, I would have to say… It’s got to be the entrance to a forbidden land where no one is allowed to wear clothing and has to speak in a British accent! Much like Narnia, only nude. And awkward.

3:00 pm

Children and injuries make it very hard to be able to do anything. So does a busted hand. It’s depressing that I can’t do anything. I can’t take care of David because it requires two hands, I can’t drive, I can’t go anywhere because I don’t have a babysitter. So I am stuck sitting around, typing. It sucks. I can’t be useful nor can I have fun.

4:00 pm

I spent the last hour sleeping. I was so exhausted and cold and just needed a nap. It was a good nap. The kind that refreshes you when you need something to pick you up from a slump. My adoring son woke me from my nap by climbing all over my head, and his Daddy decided we were going out after all!

5:00 pm

We finally made it out of the house and I started feeling icky, with more pain embedding itself in my hand. We stopped for gas and figured out where we were going. We ended up going to a “nickel-cade”, which was highly amusing, even though half the games were broken.

6:00 pm

We spent a lot of nickels! Who knew you could get so many nickels for just five dollars?? There was so much laughing and carrying-on that I never felt slumpy at all. A little tired and weird from the pain medication, but I was a happy camper! I even ate a pretzel!

7:00 pm

We still have forty minutes until our movie starts, so I tried to buy more nickels, but since I used my prepaid card to get gas, it put a hold on ALL of my money until the gas comes out! So we were unable to get more nickels! So irritating! But we will keep going and get some prizes with all the tickets we won!

8:00 pm-10:00 pm

We went to the theatre and saw Wreck-It Ralph! Funny little movie! It had so many jokes and a cute storyline. It also had a lot of hints as well as all out showcasing of many different video games, old and new. It made for an excellent double date. I enjoy double dates, they make things more interesting. We then went to Denny’s and had some interesting conversations and jokes then as well! By then I was so tired and groggy I barely remembered I was on a date!

11:00 pm

We stopped at Wal-Mart to pick up a few things. It’s very messy and crowded at night. There are boxes and pallets and people all over the store! We got in and out fairly fast though, we didn’t need much. We are all super tired and ready for bed!

12:00 am

Well this is the end of my paragraph an hour day! I hope to do this more often! This has made things so interesting, and has given me a lot to think about! Hopefully it will also help me get on track with all of my writing goals and help me to complete more things that I begin. I am also looking forward to planning things with one of my close friends, Josephine. She’s a great inspiration of mine, and I hope to learn more from her and hopefully teach her something new as well, in return! I am also hoping to do some more things involving writing with my friend Anna, who has always been a sort of muse to me. She’s super creative and it always brings a smile to my face!

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Any and ALL writing, unless quoted or specified otherwise on this blog is my own original work, and is not to be taken, distributed or claimed as anyone else's but mine. Please do not use my work as your own, and please ask permission to do anything with it. I work hard on my own work, and give credit where credit is due. I expect everyone else to do the same for me. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy my work! 

Thanks!

  ~Amanda Kline~

Hello all! and welcome to the Ramblings of Mandar the Barbarian! Here I will be posting my days full of hourly paragraph writings! In this way I hope to better my writing and hone my skills as an author! I am super excited for this new goal and I will be posting the ones I have been working on today, later this evening! If you have any writing prompts, questions or ideas for me to write about, please leave me a comment below!!!