Daniel R. Johnson
I am a self taught Minnesota writer. I am a creative person.
I love to create and learn to develop my talents. I have an open mind on what my work entails. I will write on here , continue to grow. Follow me as I write and make great stories.
`Assemble With Care
I really liked this Apple Arcade Game. I played it on Twitch and I have the video on Youtube. (Here are links to get to the video I made and the channels. My Twitch channel watch me live. Or click the embedded video below. I have varied interests that I put on YouTube so check me out please.)
Introduction: This season and episode is my favorite. This episode is the one that we first see dexter and we get to know his work life and killer night job and his relationships with people. I think this is where we find out that Dexter is different from the normal. We begin to see what Dexter has and we want to watch and learn more bout Dexter. I think we were hooked. This episode became a good start to a promising show. We have something great to look forward to and my review is just starting!
Ark Survival Evolved
MY REVIEW OF THIS GAME: TODAY as meaning right now. I dont play Ark like I used to but I can say one thing is great about the game. And that is "ALL OF IT". As far as the game features they are all solid. Sounds, Controls, Performance, adaptability, graphics. Familiar gameplay and easy to adopt to the game. Easy to play and easy to understand. I find the game challenging and I find the game difficult by dying and loosing things and stress of your stuff dying or decaying or being destroyed. I will cover so much about this game. The review is short and the tips very extensive so if you are wondering about the game play. I will share with you more of the actual stuff you need to know to make a decision to like or not like the game. Experience will help you very much with this game. All I can say right now is if your weary about this game. Get the base entry level game and hold off on the ad ons. DLC and just try the game. I know it would be worth it. It's a very solid Game and I give it a 5 out of 5.
The Problem With Mark
(This story is based on and inspired by my inner anxiety problems in life.) (About this story: This is the First in my series of this unusual man strickened with anxiety. Mark is a mystery, Something in his past has been setting him off, something is wrong and dangerous. Read more each week. A new installment will be written on mondays and be published soon after. Thanks for reading my stories.)
The First Dance
One summer when there was no light, as the dusk turned to night. The lights turned on the stage the band named “HeartWays” started to make a sound as the keyboard plays a lofty chord. The audience starts to move as we all are caught in the groove. Up by the stage, we move in pace with the beat of the groove in the outdoors heat. We are all moving in unison like wheat in the breeze. Just then I look up from across the crowd, I seen a female with moves so confident and proud. Watching her eyes my heart zoomed to the skies. Filling me up with her love from above. Cupids arrow shot straight to my heart, I knew we would never be apart. Dancing closer to her through the crowd, focused on her movement, tempo, rhythm. Dancing hip to hip, watching her lips while floating her a kiss, she catches it and I knew she would not miss. Every second with her was in bliss. My heart pauses and my breathe freezes, I gasp, She takes my breath away as she breaks my will. I fall quickly for her, as she takes my heart. knew right then we would never part. When the song ends we slowly part, She fades back into the crowd, “Again soon!” I said as I looked at her in shades, too cool for the night. This isn’t our last night.
It was an early Sunday morning when Sarah decided to go out on the water. She walked over to a friends and got permission to use his boat for an evening. They both left and went to the dock where he kept his boat. Sarah was excited to go out on the water and escape the daily grind. They got the boat on the water. They both say their goodbyes. Sarah felt at home on the water. She loved the open water and the ability to just let go of the world. Sarah put the mast and sail up and pointed the boat in the direction she needed to go. The wind gusted up and gave the boat a good boost. The boat sailed out to the sea and in the warm sun reflecting off the water felt warm and embracing. The warm air moving across the boat felt liberating and free. Smelling the fresh sea air and feeling the warm sun was a big break from her executive job and the pressure of work. She poured a glass of Rum and sipped on it. Laying on a lounge chair her mind went off to a place of day dreams. Before she knew it the bottle was half empty and it was hours later. Looking to her left she seen darker clouds in the distance with rain falling from them. By the looks of the clouds she got the idea that she should be going home. Getting up and going to the wheel to get her bearings she discovered that her instruments shut off. No power. Dead battery? What was the problem? She is now out in the ocean and no land in sight. She takes the wheel and opens the mast catching the air moving the boat forward. Looking around Sarah looks for land. No way of knowing where land is. Sarah pics a direction and sticks to it. Sarah is watching the clouds getting steadily closer. Sarah stared at the rain with an unsteady tremble. Sensing this is getting more serious. A gust of cold wind comes up and rocks the boat. The wind hits hard and rocks the boat all over. The start of a storm and the initial wave of winds makes Sarah alarmed. The dark clouds and rain surrounded her and with lightning in the distance. The feeling of these cold gust winds is enough to chill to the bone. Sarah puts on her wet suit and she puts on a rain coat and hat. Sarah puts up a flare and gets her satellite phone out and tried to call out an emergency without any luck. The gusts of winds came down harder and looks like sheets of water. The boat is lurching around in the waves with Sarah clinging on for dear life. The boat turned around and made changes in its direction un controllably being tossed around. Sarah went to the wheel and got knocked back. Hit her head. In the dark of the storm an owl came and landed on the wheel. An old barn owl. The owl started to steer the wheel with its feet. Sarah thought she was seeing things. She blinked and blinked her eyes. She wiped the water from her face and the owl was gone. Looking around she could not make out where she was or heading to. She took the wheel and pointed the boat toward a land mass. The boat started to lurch around and go over big waves and slam down on the other side of the wave. Scared she steered away from the big waves and away from the storm as it bucked her around. Sarah reached for a solid hold and rode out the big waves. As Sarah became tired and exausted from hours of waves and storm. Sarah falls down and falls into a partial sleep. With no one to steer, the boat is at the storms mercy. Sleepy and tired Sarah opens her eyes halfway in and out of consiousness and sees the old barn owl again. This time Sarah keeps her eye on the owl. The owl seemed to steer the ship again. When the owl got up and flew away Sarah took notice of the direction he flew. Sarah pointed the boat toward the direction the owl flew off to and held on to the wheel tight. After an hour of sailing the storm calmed. The sea calmed and waves subsided. Fog was coming over the water as the sun set. The red of the sunset bounced off the water and into the fog set an eerie presence. Sarah seen a rock float by in the fog. An un settling feeling came over her. She must be close to a shoreline. Another big rock went by the other side. Just then a rock appeared in front of the boat. A sound happened fast and hard. “Crash” The boat heaved over the rock and came to a stop throwing Sarah over board and into the water. Sarah scraped her arm on the rock and coral. Her wetsuit had an open tear and a 2 inch wound letting out a bit of blood. Leaving a trail of blood in the water is not a good thing. The water was still deep where she was and looking around Sarah noticed some swimming sharks in the water some ways off. Sarah tries to get back to the boat and swimming hard and fast to get to the beached boat. Sarah looks up and see’s a barn owl on the steering wheel. Getting tired she decided to stop and float a bit. Just then she turned and seen a big body of a killer whale. The whale bumped her and kept her in her sights. The whale took Sarah in under its fin and roller her under pushing her. Sarah tried to swim up and out of the water. The whale turned and pushed her again with powerful movements. The whale went under her and pushed her up to the surface. Sara is looking at this big beast. If the whale hits her in any way the power of this animal is so strong that she would instantly die. The whale started to smack the water with its tail. Sarah gasped air in as the whale pulled her under again. Sarah gets pushed further and further being nudged by the big fins. Sarah surfaced for a couple seconds and she could see a fisher boat getting closer. The boat waited for her whil watching the whale splashing about in the water. The whale dives under water and drags her with nudging with its nose. For a moment Sarah and the whale locked eyes and the whale looked at her with a calm peaceful stare. Sarah was trying to hold her breath and try to figure out if she is going to live or die. For a moment human and a beast is made a connection in the spirit and the whale is spoke with its eyes to let Sarah know she was safe. Breaking the stare the whale pushed her to the surface and she got pushed to the fisherman’s boat and with help the fisherman helped her in. The fisherman looked over and 3 hammer head sharks were circling the boat. The fisherman said “Nice to meet you, them sharks were circling you and the whale there. You are one lucky lady.” Sarah instantly knew that the whale was protecting her from the sharks in the water swimming for her blood as she bled from her arm. “That was the most terrifying and most wonderful experience I had all in one.“ Sarah said. The fisherman steered the boat to the shore. Heading down the coastline while on the radio reporting where Sarahs boat is located. Sarah looks up and see’s the old barn owl perched on the roof of the boat watching her. Sarah is brought to safety and lives to tell the story.
The Long Walk
This is Dedicated to my Dog Kula In Doggy Heaven My dog Kula was a runaway and was a female. One cold day in winter my mother seen a dog out in the cold running around in the snow. We took the dog in and the dog ran around the basement and up the stairs. She was licking me and other family members, expressing her doggy love. We took a liking to the dog and we kept her. Brown Chocolate lab mixed with Husky. We had the dog for 13 years and she was at least 3 years old when we found her. I would go on walks and in this story you can hear about a bond that we used to do together. Thanks for reading.
It was a loud creak from the large barn door. Draft came in and jolted the farmer named Rick back, he turned and looked toward the door. He see’s nothing. Curious he goes out and looks around and there is nothing to find. Rick goes back to the chores. Feeding the cattle and watering the horses. “Old barn.” with a shake of his head Rick says. The horse Rick is feeding looks at him and rears his head and becomes adjitated thrusting its head back. Rick looks around. “What spooked this horse?” Rick said openly. Just then Rick looks up to the rafters above his head and a large owl sitting staring at Rick. Watching with no movement, still. Rick says “How did that owl get in here.” Rick goes and gets his riffle and tries to shoot it. It cannot be hit. “ I swear this 30/30 should have wasted that thing!, I cannot be that bad of a shot!” Rick looks at the owl and tries to shoe it away with yelling and throwing anything he could find at it. Yet the owl does not move just sits there and watches. Rick gives up and walks away leaves. As Rick moves out the door the Owl keeps movement with him always looking watching. Rick walks to the house and walks in the house and says to his wife. “Kathy, there is an owl in the barn and it is not leaving.” “Tried to shoe it away and everything.” Kathy has food made and is serving it on the table. Rick sits down to eat. Kathy speaks “You know that owl dont you?” Rick gives a hesitation. “What do you mean about that Kathy?“ “Remember when little Jimmy fell off the ladder?” says Kathy sharply. “No I dont remember, Jimmy died.” Rick says as he exhales slowly. Kathy replies. “You seen the owl and you decided to stay away from the barn for awhile. I had to do all the chores. I cant believe you forgot.” “It was horrible I have forgotten so much about that day.” Kathy said sharply “Rick you will have to serve yourself I wont right now.” Rick said ”Okay” and quietly ate his food. Rick sat and read a book before bed. Rick went to sleep. Kathy went to bed with him. They looked at each other and shut off the lamp. Kathy watched Rick toss and turn. Rick woke and he noticed Kathy never slept. “Where you watching me the whole time?” Kathy smiled and got out of bed and started breakfast. Rick ate and put on his shoes and got ready for the day. Kathy spent the time cleaning the dishes and cleaning up after cooking. Rick starts to walk out to the barn. “I hope that owl has left.” Rick does his chores and cleaned and watered the horses. Rick looks over to the ladder and under it is a boy. Laying there in a pool of blood coming from his head. “Shit, NO!“ Rick yells “That isn’t real.” Rick looks back again and the boy is gone. “Owl, are you there?” The owl is not there must have left. Rick is glad that creepy owl is not there watching him. Rick watches and looks again and nothing. He is cleaning the floor and putting fresh water in the trough. “I am almost done for the day. I need to go up to the loft and throw down some straw for the horses.” Rick says to himself. Starting up the ladder slowly almost not wanting to go up. Gets to the top and looks at the straw and the bails. Takes one up and throws one down. It smashes. He looks down. The bail of straw is smashed and laid out loosely.
The current situation I am In I am not getting sleep. I go to work tired. I get home and also tired I cannot keep up with daily chores or life goals. The situation is grim. Without sleep I do not have energy to think straigt or eat or drink fluids. I think the problem is a big circle of problems. One leading to another. To end this problem I need to accept the goal of Sleep Resolution. I need to figure this out and put this into practice.
Dedicated to Dawn, Amanda,Kayla, Loren(dad) I was 8 when I started the Boy Scouts. Troop 113 was my trooop. My father was a troop leader. He told me that they were doing a concession stand and that I would have to earn my badges and do this. I was put with one other Boy Scout. His name was Anthony. Anthony was a very bright student. Being around 8 years old, I wasn't that confident or good at math. Anthony was 2 years younger than me but looked 5 years older than me. He acted smarter and faster and was bigger for his age. Taller and more muscular. I just let him take the lead at first. He was taking orders and doing the change and it all looked too scary for me. I was sitting back and not talking much. After about an hour my dad took me aside and said what are you doing? You will have to earn your badge. You will have to interact with the customer. We did not have a change machine or cash register all we had was a box and count everything by hand. Dad and I waited and one came up. “I would like a Pepsi.” The customer said and I said “OK” I poured the soda out in the paper cup and I was kinda shaking and slow. I handed the soda to the customer and I waited. I was hoping someone else would do the change. No one wanted to help. I had to make change from a dollar. So I counted and then my dad was watching waiting then said “He needs another dime.” I turned red and got shy. This was such a scary experience. I am having such a bad start. I waited for another customer and I was just looking around and zoning off.