I published Trigonometry Simplified on Amazon. I like to write fiction as well as non-fiction. This is all a learning process for me and as I progress through this maze called life hopefully my passion and writing becomes greater.
The Dragon Slayer
"There weren't always Dragons in the Valley," remarked Thorn. This used to be unchartered territory for the Dragons; they used to keep the peace; they never ventured in the Valley. Then the unthinkable happened and the treaty of the Dragon Crusade was breached and the territorial lands were inhabited by the dragons by the Dragoon Leader Matrices. Dragoons were trained soldier dragons prepared to die for the cause to keep the race alive from extinction from the human death slayers the dragon hunter elite called The Imperial Dragon Slayers. These humans were trained since birth to keep the peace within the castle walls. One day they would rid the world of the Dragoons and live a life of peace. This fight had been going on for thousands of years. Matrices was the first generation of fire breathing dragons with the ability to fly great distances. It was a human with great mystical powers that was a descendant of Merlin, who was not known that gave the first dragons the ability to train as soldiers destined to claim their territorial rights and cease extinction from the dragon slayers. This descendant of Merlin was castigated and thrown out of the city walls and subjugated to live a life in the forbidden woods. His name was Caspian after the sea. He was a disciple of Merlin and learned the ways of the forest and hated the humans especially the dragon slayers for it was his birthright to be on the side of royalty not banned from the castle walls. Caspian learned black magic and sought out dragons like Matrices and wanted redemption.
The Rosetta Stone
It was a harrowing task but the Napoleonic force finally had their day of rest. The next day they marched for hundreds of miles to their current position. The soldiers had found a tunnel to the ziggurat they had come across. They started digging, and came across a room, it led to a corridor. They kept going further and further until they found a stone. It was a stone filled with inscriptions. The soldiers didn't exactly know what they were looking at. They told their superiors what they had found. It was the Rosetta Stone which translated Demotic and Greek script into the Hieroglyphs known today.
New Year's Sleep Resolution
It's our duty and our New Year's resolution to sleep: With the advent of the light bulb, the internet and work we have developed an insomniac like atmosphere to the extent that we want to go harder, faster, and work. We've got bills to pay, money to gain, and a mortgage to pay off. Without the light bulb we would read by candle light and go to bed by the setting of the sun. Now we stay up to our hearts content and work. We work two jobs to pay the bills, we drink more coffee and endless energy drinks. We sit eagerly waiting for Santa as he climbs down the chimney and eats countless cookies and drinks his milk. We like the city that never sleeps never sleep. We've got one more chapter in the book, one more hour to study, and one more espresso to down. With that salary job we signed our sleep schedule over to the corporation. Now we stay up on hours on end usually driving ourselves mad in the process. Mad to the point of exhaustion. Miles to go before we sleep...yes miles to go before we sleep. Running ourselves ragged and off the road to an accident. If only we had time to meditate. If only we had time to sleep. Sleep what the hell is that. Is that something you want. Deadlines to meet, commuting to the heartland of work, more work, and data processing. Typing delusional typing, watching screen after screen of stock market figures, greeting endless people at Walmart, cashing checks and spending money, swinging that hammer, toeing the company line, chasing that woman, milking that cow, punching the clock, putting in overtime, baking a cake, taking out the trash, mowing the lawn, playing texas no limit hold'em online till your proverbial eyes bleed, and don't forget Hump day, or humping at home with your significant other, Facebook, gifs, and emojis..tweeting your ass off, blogging, instagram, snap chat, tik tok, sugar land, and halo, Netflix, HBO Max and talking on the phone, seven swans a swimming, filling the gas tank, walking the dog, taking a dump, and don't forget reruns of Mash, Nightrider, Baywatch, and Friends; coaching your daughter's team, swinging those clubs, and doing your taxes, waiting for your dad to pick you up from baseball practice, eating hot dogs at the Stadium, following your favorite NFL team, and joining your Fantasy football league, filling out your Final Four basketball parlay, taking that survey, eating dim sum, and drinking fine wine, scratching off that scratcher, playing the lotto, checking your credit score, eating ramen saving for some perelli tires, buffing your car, and making that sale, hiking, biking, and running that mile, driving through the drive through pissed they messed up your order, playing at the House of Blues, smoking those cigarettes, smoking the cheba, eating Taco bell, listening to our favorite song, writing a screenplay that's already been written, inventing that something no one would buy, and getting that speeding ticket while trying to talk the cop out of it by showing him your nice assets. These are just some of the things we do on a daily basis; wouldn't it be a dream and a new New Year's resolution to finally get some sleep. Mr. Sandman give me a dream. What if we just ignored half of the stuff I was just talking about and get some shut eye. Let's recharge those batteries. How about we give a no to all of that crap we do and say no more. We need sleep, and this is my New Year's resolution. What if we got that new my pillow, with that ultra soft mattress, boil some Chamomile tea, down some fucking NyQuil with the big freakin N and get some zzzs. How about for the time being we forget about work, making that dolla dolla bill ya'll, and take a nap. Let's hit the snooze and sleep the fuck in; forget about work and take a day off. A day off of that whining boss, the late night paper, and the Drudge report and lay down in our hammock and shut our eyes counting down from 5 to 1 until we fall deeper and deeper into the deepest sleep possible. Let's get that REM sleep that random eye movement sleep and chill. Let's nod off and sleep in a comatose like state for a while. How about we don't check Facebook or our phone and not go to church on Sunday all the while sleeping in our own bed with our favorite blanket with complete silence enjoying a rest; the rest God would let us have after reaping what we sow, the kind of rest, that solace midday nap that takes our imagination to a new level of calm before the storm, and all we can do is have restful sleep. It's about time we didn't go on that hike, and it's time we didn't schedule that tour and we just dozed off in our hotel room not going downstairs to eat but calling in room service and waiting till we finally got up, ignoring the food and sleeping some more. Taking ambien like eating pez from a pez dispenser, finally enjoying a deep sleep. Not watching your reruns and not tweeting the next great tweet, foregoing all calls and cancelling all appointments. Sleeping for goodness sake. This is my New Year's resolution; sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, till I'm cumbersome. Turning up the heat, drinking warm milk, eating the turkey with the tryptophan and falling asleep to the late night infomercial dreaming about Carlton Sheets and buying Girls Gone Wild all while sleeping on the couch; the pull out couch with the foot extender tilting your head and sleeping with your clothes on. Getting those zzzs. It's time for a Che Guevera sleeping revolution and making it our New Year's resolution. Eating Ben and Jerry's till we're sick and falling asleep on the toilet, sleeping in our pajamas in first class, and letting our better half take the wheel while we sleep because it's our New Year's resolution. Counting sheep and getting some sleep, napping when we can, taking a snooze in the MRI machine, taking a nap through that meeting, and laying our head on our desk putting that book in front of our face, sleeping in the movie theatre, and taking our coffee and pouring it down the sink. Being the next Brett Favre and taking hydrocodone with our beer, 17 even if we have to. Feeling that deep puffy cloud sleep. Come down...Come down...and just sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleepy, sleep, and you're getting sleepy, sleepy; you're getting sleepy. Time to sleep this time. Making it our Manifest Destiny to sleep, cogito ergo sleep, vide vide sleepy. Now when we say the word no to everything instead of Jim Carrey as the Yes man we can go to fucking sleep and be a no person. Making the mantra of no to other worldly things and finding some sleep. As though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil and get some sleep. Time for quiet time and time to not find that fucking dog Ms. Leepy, and time for milk and a time to nap. My new New Year's resolution is to get some sleep. It's finally time after those hard long days and nights to rest. Time to relax and sleep for a change. Our light bulb vigil has turned into a candle light vigil and now we blow out the candles on the cake and get some sleep. We can either adapt to sleep or we can sleep some more. The time is now for some sleep. Let's motivate ourselves to sleep; watching the spin cycle take us on a nap to the heavens. Our sleep is a very very nice sleep. It is our final decision and our New Year's resolution so let's ingrain it in our minds that it's time to forego everything and just go to sleep for the last and final time. The end.
The Stock Market Crash 1987
The Crash of 1987 The collapse of the stock market had ruined many fortunes. It was 1987 and the Federal Reserve had tried to pump money into the banks. Alan Greenspan had clenched his teeth and went on the air. It was going to be a gloom and doom scenario. He wasn't going to talk about the Japanese. He wasn't going to talk about how they had fucked our economy. He was just going to put on his economic hat and tell the public that everything was going to be alright. He was the consoling mother who held her baby tight and told him that everything's going to be okay. But it wasn't. It was a fucking nightmare. The savings and loan crisis of 1972 had the same effect on a hard driven economy. It was Black Monday and this fucking nightmare was real. It was October 19, 1987.
The Distance "Reluctantly crouched at the starting line Engines pumping and thumping in time. The Green light flashes the flags go up. Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup. They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank. Fuel burning fast on an empty tank." This song by Cake is what was blaring in my car as I planned a road trip back to college for my last semester.
The Illuminated Green Laser Light
The Illuminated Green Laser Light OSI Systems had just seen their stock price plummet as one of their companies Rapiscan Systems which manufactures a controversial backscatter X-ray system for screening airport passengers. The company Rapiscan had to recall it's Rapiscan Secure 100 due to growing concerns of cancer related claims. Blood started boiling from the necks and worry drowned the tone of the situation as fear had gripped the very soul of Rapiscan employees. They were mired in a reality of painful truth. The truth that would be evident really soon as their jobs were in question and with a tsunami like effect might wipe out the company. It had also sown fear into OSI because we were the parent company who owned Rapiscan.
The Pond It was my time as captain and my work ethic and my time to shine. I walked to the center of the pond ready to do my best, but as I was about to skate I heard a snap. The snap happened three times as a sudden chill ran down my back. The ice creaked and in a moments notice I fell in. It hit me like a ton of bricks the icy cold water shot through me and I was cold as ice. What I did I had never done before. I had always checked the ice over and over again like my dad had taught me to do since I was little and here I was drowning in an icy pond. This time I was more than unlucky I was stupid I thought to myself. How could I not check the ice? How could I walk on thin ice? Why hadn't I listened to my father preach? How could I be this stupid?
The Pond It was 1968 and the frozen pond had been where my family had ice skated and ice fished for years. It was where we would have Christmas. We would go to the pond every winter for vacation. It was a much needed break from the tortuous school work we had to do. It was my favorite place to have fun since we got to go out on the pond after we opened our presents on Christmas day. I loved that pond and was an avid skater since I played hockey for the high school team. I remember that pond since I was little; taking the puck and holding it in my hands. It would barely fit in my hands but I remember how heavy the puck felt. I remember holding the fishing rod when I was a little older and catching my first fish. My dad was so happy. He hugged me and told me I was a born fisherman. It was a memory I would never forget.
Tick, Tick, Tick
Tick, Tick, Tick It was 4:30 in the morning and I had worked on the bomb squad for over 20 years. I had just received a call from the home office. I had just put in a 22 hour day and I was getting suddenly tired from exhaustion. We had been working on a case called operation foxtrot. It was something out of the ordinary.