Hey everyone!!! I’m looking forward to being inspired. I have always enjoyed the creative aspect of writing but only recently over the past two years have a seriously started engaging in it. I write short stories & poetry.
Let’s just be 100% honest. For real honest I feel like shit… I’m not feeling like myself at all I am in a place of sadness, and to make it worse, I’m tired
It is where I learned the ways of my family Where fear held me hostage and decayed my mind. I was made invisible because of my
Michael I went to class because I realized how important it was and how much it could change my life. However, outside of that I felt empty and numb. I was bitterly angry, and I hated Morgan. She was a “selfish bitch.” Something I would constantly utter to myself to help rid myself of the anger and disappointment. I felt we had something.
“What are you doing right now?” I was surprised Morgan was calling me. We were becoming pretty good friends, at least at work anyway. Outside of work, it was difficult to get her to want to do anything. Honestly, I did not understand it. It just felt like she was stringing me along. It’s safe to assume that I was extremely frustrated. Anytime we were at work together we had deep conversations. She would open up to me about personal matters and tell me, “You’re the first person I have told about this,” “You’re so easy to talk to,” and “Thanks for being such a good listener.” I felt special and it felt like we had such a good connection. I felt like I was falling for her. Even so, if I am being honest, it kind of felt like something was missing. We technically only hung out outside of work twice. The first time was going to get ice cream after work because she did not want to go home. The second time was about two months ago, Morgan said she just wanted someone to talk to. It was surprising that she called me out of the blue. “Michael, are you there?” She said again, in a strained voice.
I had to wake up early. It was Saturday. It was supposed to be my day to sleep in and recover. After a long week of classes, I still had to get up early. “I hate this,” I quietly mumbled to myself as I woke up rubbing my face to wake up. I rubbed my eyes to get myself going, but they stuck together like adhesive making me even more irritated. I looked over at my phone to see it was 6:30 am. Good. That was enough time to stop at Starbucks.
“This drive is going to be talked about [by Ravens fans] for a long long time.” This was uttered by color commentator, Cris Collingsworth, minutes after wide receiver, Torrey Smith hauled in a 26-yard touchdown pass from quarterback Joe Flacco. There were 8 seconds remaining in the game, but the Ravens would hold on to defeat the Steelers 23-20. This led to not only the Baltimore Ravens first season sweep of the Pittsburgh Steelers in five years, but also their AFC North title in the same amount of time.
Tecmo Super Bowl
The time is December 1991, and the video gaming sports world is about to be changed forever. Tecmo Super Bowl is about to be released on the Nintendo Entertainment System (NES) in the United States, and nobody yet realizes the impact that this one title will have. Before Tecmo Super Bowl came out, sports games were relatively unplayable. It was difficult to pass the ball, run the ball, and maneuver around the field. It was impossible to even run a single successful play. The computer, which you would be playing against, would effortlessly complete plays. Before too long, you would be frustrated, and would give up even trying to play the game. It was too difficult and not simple enough.
Why do I Write?
I could not have told you when I was younger, but I like writing today because of the ability to tell stories. That comes across as simple enough, but I promise there is more to it. When I was in elementary school we were encouraged to read because we could go anywhere that our imaginations could take us. This was supposed to develop our curiosity and enhance our learning.