Wicked

I got tickets to see Wicked and I'm so HYPED! I've been wanting to see this play for years. I read this strange book by Gregory Maguire YEARS before Wicked the play was ever thought of. All of his books have a 'twisted' fairy tale theme and so I was definitely intrigued. When I heard that this book had been turned into a play--and a very successful one, I was excited and proud for Mr. Maguire (what author wouldn't want his book to become even more successful because it comes to life on stage?!). 

One of my co-workers and I were out walking when I stopped to purchase the tickets and she asked me what it was about. I showed her the pamphlet cover and asked her to guess. She couldn't. I told her it was the 'true' story behind the Wizard of Oz. It was the story about a misunderstood girl that had been born with green skin and because she had also been born with a set of sharp pointy teeth and had bitten the finger off the mid-wife that delivered her, people misunderstood her and thought she was bad. She had a skin condition that made her allergic to water (and of course it was green) and had to bathe and milk. Oh yeah...she also had a penis, which is another reason that she was super shy-

It was at this point that my co-worker stopped me and told me I was making this up. I promised her that I wasn't. It's just that awesome of a story (Of course it would be right up my alley!)

My son had gone to London with his school to march in the London Day Parade 2 years ago and while there he got to see Wicked. OH MY GOD I was so jealous! LOL! But he did bring me a Wicked umbrella that is freaking amazing and it stays 'Stay out of the water my pretty' Haha! I love it. But yeah, he comes home raving about the song 'Defying Gravity' and 'm following him around like a little puppy saying, tell me about it, what part was it on, describe it! Haha. 

Is it crazy that I cry when I hear that song?

My daughter is into Wicked just as much as I am and so after buying the tickets I texted her while she was still in school! I just had to tell her! We were texting back and forth (bad Mommy...)

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!

                               -Defying Gravity,Wicked-

Kim's story

When Kim opened her eyes that morning, it was to the sound of water splashing against the outside of the house. Instinctively she knew that it wasn't time to wake up. She relied on her internal clock as she hated being awakened by the sound of an alarm clock (even if it was playing some soft Maxwell tune--but especially if it was a loudmouthed DJ's morning show). Kim allowed her eyes to drift closed again as her stomach began to rumble.

'Should not have eaten garlic pizza for dinner when I had Indian buffet for lunch..'. She thought as she fell asleep.

When her eyes opened again, she knew it was time. Reaching for her glasses the darkened room slowly came into focus as she slipped them onto her face. She glanced at the clock; 6:15, and then smiled to herself as she remembered her conversation with Ben the night before. Once she was on the bus to work, she checked her message and he'd already sent her the text that she had grown accustomed to receiving each morning.

Happy Friday.

Happy Friday, indeed. How could it be anything else? A Friday is always happy, Kim thought to herself as the bus let her off just a block from her workplace. Ewww it was raining and cold and her feet had gotten wet, but who cared?! It's Friday!

UNTITLED chp 9

Hey everyone, I decided to pull chapter 9 in order to make some changes. I got some good feedback asking for some changes which I can definitely do. Thanks again for the feedback and the new and improved chapter 9 will return soon.

Favorite author on Lit

I have several favorite authors, stories, poems, from Literotica but one of my most favorite is Robcub. For all you Robcub fans his newest is finally released. I go off to read now.  Oh and btw, I finished Chapter 8 of Untitled and will post that by Monday!

Customs and Courtesies by benroe

brought up to be polite

to be courteous to others

so you ask

may i have it?

may i partake?

all for the sake of being polite

but then it arrives

the point

where you don't

have to be

so polite

is it mine?

are you going to give it to me?

anytime i ask?

the customs

and

courtesies

change

the meaning

is

the same

but

the words

are most

certainly

not

Fighter

I mentioned previously that I've recently dabbled in being an editor. I was passed a manuscript by Creepyrj and loved it. He asked me if I wanted to edit it and I told him no, I can barely edit out my own errors. But then I began to think harder about it, and I really just didn't want to let the story go. 

I still don't want to be an editor. It's not easy. I'm more interested in editing content and structure than grammar--obviously. Most of you have seen my own unedited submissions and many have literally begged me to find an editor (haha). But working with C has been fun and he doesn't crack the whip too hard when I start slowing down and getting the glazed-eyed look.

With permission from the writer, I'd like to introduce Fighter, written by Creepyrj, and edited by Pepperpace and Honeybree. 

FIGHTER

I'm Still Your Fag

I started a story about a year ago that was inspired by a video that captured my imagination. The group is Broken Social Scene and I'm a tremendous fan. They call this sort of thing a Fan Story. That is where you take someone else's idea and put your own spin to it. They call it this so that people like me don't get in trouble for plagiarizing someone else's idea.  I'll share it with you, though I never finished. I'd still like to because I've never tired of this video.

I'm Still your Fag...

Blane:

If your name is Blane and you aren’t rich, and you aren’t a model—and you don’t have any abilities such as sports, singing, or charisma to attract a ton of friends—then you are just a fucked up individual at my school.

I should have been named John because that’s the type of name where you can blend into the woodwork.  Only, I guess that would not work with me because I happen to be the only fag at my school.  Oh, there are tons of gays and lesbians—the ones that intend to come out of the closet once they graduate.  But I was ripped out of the closet the very day that I was caught doodling the name of a guy that I liked all over my notebook. 

That was two years ago.  I’m a senior now and everyday in school is just like…well walking through the seventh level of hell.

Lori:  

I read once that someone asked Yoko Ono why she never smiles and she said that it’s because people associate her smiles to the grinning Japanese caricatures that they see in movies, and therefore she swore that she would not be that smiling fool.  That’s when I stopped smiling.  People pass me on the street and say, ‘Smile.  It’s not that bad.’ And I say.  ‘Fuck you.’  And they are so surprised that a Japanese person isn’t accommodating, nodding their heads and bowing like a fucking Cheshire cat.  I suppose there are lots of things that piss me off.  Take for instance my name; Mori not Lori.  But can anyone at school get that straight?  No.  So now I’m Lori.

Want to know what else pisses me off?  That I was not born that small petite dainty Japanese girl.  I’m 5’10’ and I’m no where near to being skinny.  So if people are going to look I give them something to look at.  My hair is a mohawk and I wear only black; black clothes, black makeup, black nail polish—but I’m not a Satanist so I also wear a cross (this is more to spite my Buddhist mother).   

There is probably only one thing that makes life as a freakishly tall, Japanese-American, non-smiling anarchist bearable and that’s my friend Blane, though even that is masochistic.  I love every single thing about him--even while he is in love with a guy that would never look at him twice.

Mason:

Why should people care so much that I run up and down a football field catching and throwing a ball?  But then twenty girls are lined up waiting to catch my eye…for what?  Because I’m Quarterback?  That only means that I get the blame whenever something messes up.  So the kids in school think I’m a hero and the guys on the team think they would do a better job than me.All I want to do is play football.  

Alone

Janet Jackson in Poetic Justice

A Poem

I'm no poet (which I've said on more than one occasion) and I am always amazed when someone whips up a good one. I can sit for hours straining and sweating only to come up with some kindergarten rhyme :) When I was (am) writing Untitled there needed to be poems included as the main character has more talents in that department than I do. I relied on several people to come up with the poems for me and one of them was my friend Ben. 

He just wrote one that I really like about a subject that is...um...somewhat taboo. Mhmmmm...I don't think this one is going into the story, but I'm certainly keeping it.

oh how she wanted it

the rush of blood

the shortness of breath

was all she needed to know

it was to be hers

 

there was apprehension

always ways

to take the plunge

to breach the barrier

but such delight to follow

 

she wanted it

to clench the sheets

to bite the pillow

to moan in glory

 

oh how she wanted it

the rush of blood

the shortness of breath

was all she needed to know

it was to be hers

again and again

 

-Ben-