Mr. Furthermoore
Bio
Greatness is a process
Stories (6/0)
COVID-PTSD
12 Monkeys... The world has a cold? Is it sick of us? Well maby we are sick of it? Fine screw everyone. The back and fourth is crazy. At first it was cool to have the day and night to yourself . Few people in the way of grabbing a bite to eat, very light traffic. Just clear runways everywhere. Then anger, confusion, frustration and a tidal wave of other random emotions. Now peace in solitude. All the things that were so important can not be reached. The moment of numbness...
By Mr. Furthermoore 4 years ago in Longevity
Coronavirus Life
What will we be like after this? A real live sci-fi movie in our life time. Humanity is on the line. While “world leaders” having poker games with human chips. A dice roll for life? Is this a thining of the herd? Are we all being set up for an even bigger take down? What kind of sick magic trick is this?
By Mr. Furthermoore 4 years ago in Motivation
Speakeasy Nights
How to let go, to hold on?... Trust in some kind of pivot. Spilled milk sours... Today something new . The morning or night required some inspiration. Those long curtains in front of that massive bay window looking out over the entire city had not opened since the day Dani shut down. A very accomplished “Dj Dani” know to the rest of the world. More than a bit of a shut in these days though. Music was important ,there was a commitment to always having the best soundtrack. Dani ruled The Speakeasy nights!
By Mr. Furthermoore 4 years ago in Horror
Then life happens
Immediately wasn’t a strong enough word to discribe the urgent necessity of the next 24hrs. DEFCON SIX! The sky was falling . Every creative solution was on the table. And chicken little wouldn’t play here. “Figure it out “ was the only solution on all screens. Checking accounts and credit cards still not enough. Crap already 4:15am, nineteen hours and fourtyfive minutes left. “ Thinking “I’ll eat the success of the morning for breakfast. Besides can not spend one frivolous penny on luxuries like food right now.” Champ just then rememberers, have to make a quick call as the vehicle warms up. Now grilling the gas gauge sternly , as if to say “ I know you have more gas than that , give it up?!” The gas needle stood strong and stubborn just next to the red line for empty. Taunting with the cruelty of school children. Now having lost the first battle of the day to the gas gauge, hungry for success, war had begun . The mission was still at hand. Dusting off the frustration of the now fourtyfive minutes. Champ reaching for the ash tray.. it’s that kind of morning.. Nineteen hours left. Optimism is the word of the day. After going over some online banking it is clear there were unnecessary overdraft fees. Sweet, bank opens a 9am, gotta get that back. That was still four hours away, and the clock was ticking. Had set up some early bird work for 5:30am. Pulling into park at the job, the gas light comes on.. “ Man.. You can’t be serious right now?!” Hoping this service would come with a tip, could get some fuel after. After driving to two locations with the gas light on. The job was completed, yet no tip.. Still a good distance from the main bank branch more driving was necessary. There was a long conversation of inspiration between champ with the vehicle as it slowly crusied into the bank parking lot , gas light a bright orange gas pump symbolizing “ you know better than to be out of fuel at this point in your life .“ First cuts the deepest... Fine then! Lets get a little blood on the tongue. “And now Ladies and gentleman we’ve got a fight. In this corner standing proud and full of grit, your challenger, an optimistic young excited ambitious, tenacious warrior full of hope. Champ. And now , in this corner the undisputed , undefeated heavyweight, middleweight, featherweight and all weights in between, never been knock down The Champion LIFE” Just then an email alert shock back to reality “ your wireless bill is now pass due.” With out a phone there would be no work. “Don’t work, don’t eat. “ this officially went up the list! Thinking “man, you cant be serious right now.” 9am , bank open. A quick chat with the security guards on the way in for good measure. It was time to sit down with the bank manager. After about 20minutes of pleasantries and precious seconds-overdraft fees had been reversed. Yes! Sweet victory. Not one moment to spare. Celebrating would be later. Satisfaction would be the buffet of the evening. Reversing overdraft fees created just enough to secure fuel and leave the rest. Alright call wireless company to set up a payment plan. First call , long hold , yuck. Champ really did not care for the operators holy’er than thou attitude. Hang up and call back until a more understanding voice comes over the line. This process took over an hour. Finally a deal was reached , two more weeks to pay the full bill. Still pressure, just a bit less. Already pass 10am, another job booked for 11am with a thirty minute drive. After completing this service a one hundred dollar bill tip was given. Eureka a little more daylight. Lights were set to be cut off at 1pm. With twenty minutes to 1pm. Game was on. Hit the highway peddle to the floor. That $100 tip had to go in the bank to cover the light bill. After a quick stop and time spent on hold then finally getting the bill squared away. The clock was still ticking. One more job lined up 2:30pm, hopefully finishing up before the bank closes at 6pm. The lease is pass due and today it must be satisfied. Just a quarter tank of gas left and only a matter of hours before everything crumbles. Hall ass... Finishing up the last service and the customer wants to talk.. Not wanting to jeopardize a 5star rating , was fource to play along . After politely making an exit, you got it “go time!” Hall ass! 5:30pm and a fifteen minute drive to the bank. Cutting it close is an understatement. 5:45pm , why is there no were to park?! “You can’t be serious right now!” Time for an executive decision ! Double parking infront of the bank, security remembers champs pleasantries from earlier that morning and lets it slide. Champ screams to himself “Why is there a line in this bank ?” The cartoon vergin of life playing in his head the whole day. Thinking “ there is no way this is real life “ Yet it is.. After standing behind the worst smelling person on this planet earth and patiently waiting for the oldest bank teller in the world to finish having the most frivolous conversation, about what year the silver coins stop being made of full silver. A text comes threw “ think you can bring dinner home tonight?” Champ reading what, at this moment had to be the most inconsiderate words ever. Just could not find the patience to respond. Thinking “ wow, do wonders never cease?” Finally at the tellers window. And yes the oldest teller on earth. This cartoon day just won’t stop. Bless her heart she really ment well. After fun facts with the bank teller. And receiving the cashiers check to pay the lease , it was mad dash time. Hall ass!.. Gas light back on and that was the least of any worries right now. After 6pm now and the leasing office was closed. A call was made earlier making provisions in case such an event occurred. A brief drive to the home of property owner lease was paid. Now the only thing left was for champ to make it home on an empty tank. A few days and there would be more funds in the bank. Just have to sit tight. Finally arriving home feeling rather proud of having conquered the day. A voice says “you didn’t bring anything home for dinner?” Wow, this would be the icing on the cake , but no. Ordering take out with what was supposed to be gas money for the next day, champ was left with $13.90 left in the bank. Yet the satisfaction of conquering the day left no room for any food. A long shower and tomorrow would be another day. 4:15am day two. With a calming sense of accomplishment from the day before it was time to start another day. Lite stretch and a trip to the restroom to wash up and then forward. Champ checking the bank balance while getting in the vehicle it reads “ negative funds $0.10 monthly service fee $14.00 -$35.00 overdraft fee negative balance $35.10. Start the vehicle “ding” the gas lights on. Champ thinks “Man really!” “You can’t be serious right now?!”
By Mr. Furthermoore 4 years ago in Journal
Now or never
She couldn’t help herself. Over come with pure passion. Following every primal instinct. Finally able to let go , making one of the most independent adult women decision of her life. Constance sends the text.... and one more to a different phone number.. Lighting candles and putting on her favorite perfume , a sense of perfect warmth & wonder comes over her whole body while admiring her shifting curves dancing to soft music in a well placed full length mirror, showing off the reflection, standing in front of silky bedding. Staring out the window not wanting to seem anxious, quickly drawing the curtains back closed. Hoping this would be the night, that thing , every woman’s favorite secret. Anticipation tickled her lap. Everything was to be magical. This was a moment that had been planned for months , almost a full year. The day started early, thinking she better have time to get a nap in later. You see, sleep would not be on the menu tonight. First stop local cafe. Decided to have tea instead of coffee. Fruit rather than scone. Catching a few flirty glances on purpose and sending some back with confidence. Still keeping it light. Yoga at that new joint , all the ladies say there is a movie star looking , young limber instructor that likes to get close. Not usually into that- kind of creepy... but today, she wanted to be touched. Just enough to get the blood boiling. Contance would enjoyed every pose.. Anyway , wanted to show off a new yoga fit, proud of all the effort she has been putting in towards better health. And shit, may as well of poured herself into that brightly colored perfectly snuggled outfit. Today...Everyone could get a little peak. Her favorite song plays entering the nail salon for full mannie and peddie. This was her day. Enjoying the foot massage and day dreaming of the night to come. A jolt of electricity and comfort overcome every sense of her being. She ask for a cold towel before exiting the massage chair. Patting her face and neck on the way out the nail salon. Back on solid ground, warm sun and a slight breeze blows over her freshly painted toes. Feeling the rythem in her thighs as she twist just right to her very own soundtrack towards her favorite sidewalk bistro. A salad and lite glass of white wine. Then a long slow walk threw a naughty store, for just the right things. Shame was off the table tonight. Arriving home , she would straighten up first, shaking off the gitters and then enjoy a long shower and an even longer bath.. Then gracelessly obliging herself with the nap promised. Visions of hot wet slippery lust filled her thoughts. The vividness of her dreams awoke her with passion. Home alone for the weekend. Determine to explore any and all fantasies. A total unhinged experience that would forever be her favorite dirty little scene to call on anytime she needed. This would be hers. Rage and fury take over as contance flips threw the envelope filled with pictures of all the women she never knew had been in her bed. All those day trips to were ever , with her girls... Paid in full by what she thought was the perfect one.. She’d done everything right. Built a satisfying career, Kept a beautiful home, and was planning to raise a wonderful family some day with the one she loved. How could this be? “Why me “ she thought. With each picture her anger grew. Yet not to destroy all the hard work done over the years in creating her dream life. Determined no one would benefit from all that molding. And this fool was going to ruin it all! Not excepting defeat a plan was devised. This would give her all the peace required to tolerate a life with a broken heart. Everything was set, nothing left to do but wait and prepare for the earth to move. Tonight is the night. Just then a text chimes. Excitement takes over. Too much to even reach for the phone. Breathing heavily, she reaches for the phone. Then suddenly she stops and thinks to herself “ I am in charge tonight!” Gathering herself for a moment before checking the text. Then reading, “Hey there , how was your day?” Wanting to quickly return the text with every honest word in her soul, “I have only imagine a night with you, crossings paths in crowded halls. Feeling the kind of tension that could break steel cords.” Threw testing the waters! Soul screaming ! “lets make our wildest dreams come true!“ Yet keeping a bit of mystery, writes back “not much, just having a me day. “ Thinking to herself , “and soon to be a very me night.” A response chimes in “ Sounds like the best day ever. Hopefully we can top that together.” Not feeling the games she was getting ready to play. Constance sends one more text to two numbers “ see you just after midnight, text when your outside I will leave the door open for you.”
By Mr. Furthermoore 4 years ago in Filthy
Secret Discovery
Something about this morning felt different, inspiring even. As though nothing could shake this new found sense of purpose. For some reason, there was no yesterday only right now. Tomorrow had no place in thought. The freedom was amazing. Like the first bite of a rare fruit never tasted before. And now would search the world over for that perfect taste once more. Yeah, thats about right. Remembering traveled words “ Some might say that were dreaming. A million miles away yet even, seeing the blocks create. If only, ticking clocks could wait, phoney rocks would break when you hold it. Yet still just feel good about the moment .“ That poem filled the air around. There was no looking back now. This was that moment. The clock had struck still, all walls crumbled ahead. Destiny was now in arms reach. This was that timeless place. An existences were clarity and hope are normal schools of thought. Imagination and confidence are the creed of the land. Yes, this will be the place to grow. 3:30am shook all fear. It was as cold as it was gonna be. Right there in the comfort of safety and slight warmth of cowering a desicion had to be made. The day had come to dream with no safety net. No longer snuggling in the fear of success. Standing tall at the bow of life. Proud to believe in the possibilities. That spark in this one was clear. This would be the opportunity the elders envision. The time had come. A map was given to the last air in the cloak of a beautiful necklace with pendent. Of witch the town jeweler carved on the back of a siliver pendent holding a rare emerald stone. The local scientist was given the pendent to work on in secret. There were measures put in place so only one of royal blood could unlock the gates. The town boat maker gifts the young dreamer his greatest work with one simple word in iron from the town blacksmith “BELIEVER” Just before the ropes are released from the dock an old woman with the most oddly colored eyes gives the royal a shining turquoes ring and a leather bound weapons sack filled with paperwork and iron weapons of the highest quality then says “ this is your birthright “ reaching for the ring , light reviels an instcription saying “If not you, than who. If not now, than when.” Tears in the oddly colored eyes of the elderly woman lead to a proud smile and plesant joy. As she fades away. The elderly woman has a flash back of a time of peace and tranquillity. She is looking up at a huge man. Standing strong and proud with long charcoal black hair, strong and brown skin. With hands that could pick up a full grown goat. On one hand, the pinky finger he wore a shining turquoise ring. As the young elder looking up at him. The night sky reflecting off eyes the color of every land. He pulled off that ring and gave it to his daughter. Saying “Today you are our future, And one day, some day you will pass this on to our future. Until then guard our heritage with your life. This ring will guide you “ Then the great chief sailed off into the night. For the elder was a princess, and with her father the chief a king gone to find new land for the now fruitful group growing rapidly under his care. Success was a must. In the time of his absence she would now be queen. And the turquoise ring was proof of her crown. The jealousy of the village fighter was an inferno when he found out the chief put her in charge. War erupted in the village. The queen was hidden. For only her uncle the boat maker new the turquoise ring led to the truth. He set her a sail in a hand carved boat, with instructions on how to use the ring with the connection of the sun, moon and stars and maps of the planet. She would sail for years. Until finally hitting land. Were she would meet her hearts desire and fall in love. No one knew of her royal blood even her love. Time goes by and the seasons Bring them a son. In a victious move of betrayal the child is rip from the mothers belly and father killed. Someone recognized the turquoise ring at birth and sent word. She was rescued by a blacksmith. He cared for her until she was strong enough to go after her child. The blacksmith made her special weapons and maps of detail threw the secret passageways. Upon locating her son she found he was in very kind hands. A deal was made that she could nanny her son. Yet the child could never know that was his mother. War came to the town in search of the queen. She had to flee. This was the first time she had seen her son the prince and with her death soon coming ,King. Was a proud, yet painful moment. As he sailed off to adventure she was captured. The colors of every land in her eyes would make it impossible to hide. She was burned on the shores. Royal holding the shining turquoise ring, to large for any finger on the young hands decides this to shall don from the necklace. With a fiery blaze in the distance. Now blessed by the elders an a fire side story told by the town greoit. The sun, moon and stars to follow, it was time to set sail.
By Mr. Furthermoore 4 years ago in Futurism
