Showing posts with label Pop Cultural Referance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pop Cultural Referance. Show all posts

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Weekly Prompt Story: Bangs

http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2012/07/29/weekly-challenge-327-feather/


Bangs
By Christopher Munroe

His bangs feather like the wings of some majestic bird, even at forty-five.

The hair’s thinner now, but the bangs haven’t changed.

He’s gone to this pub since nineteen, since his last hit, though he didn’t know it’d be his last at the time. People here leave him alone.

Mostly.

She, nearly forty herself, works up the courage to approach. She’s been trying all night.

“I’m sorry, but aren’t you?”

“Why yes, I am.”

She blushes, fourteen again, and he smiles that same smile from years before.

And taking her home later, he can’t help thinking: Life isn’t so bad.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

An Account of the Brief Time I Lived in a John Cougar Mellencamp Song


It wasn’t a large town, but it was a beautiful one, in its way.

Picturesque, charming. The sort of town where everybody knew everybody, and everybody had a smile for you whenever you needed one. The people were friendly, the view of the lake from the porch of the house where I was living was amazing, it seemed the perfect place to settle down and finally start a family.

And yet…

Beneath the surface, everything seemed… spent, somehow. Hollow. Like the town’s best days were behind it.

Everyone was friendly, true, but there was a sadness lurking as they went through their lives. They spoke often of their personal glories of days past, but nobody ever seemed to do anything in the now.

Imperceptibly, something was off about every single person I met there. They wanted something, something they couldn’t quite put their finger on, and until they had it they somehow knew they wouldn’t be complete. Couldn’t be complete.

And to make matters worse, nobody seemed able to properly articulate what it was they lacked. So they moved through their days, charming, smiling, lost, knowing they were lost, not knowing why, and as I watched them do so I knew I couldn’t stay.

I couldn’t live among these people, their sadness was too contagious. I found myself wondering more and more what might have been had my own life gone differently, had I made different choices. Too often, I would find myself fondly remembering my own youth as I sat at the counter of the town’s local diner, not often enough would I be actually doing the things that make life living out there in the world.

There’s a lot to make life living, if you’re willing to look for it. A million marvels just outside your door, waiting to be discovered. I’d made that notion the centerpiece of my life, and my new home was slowly causing me to forget it.

Which was unacceptable. So I had to go, and never look back.

And that’s why I moved away from the John Cougar Mellencamp song, and lived in a Journey song instead. The small town there was exactly the same, except that people still dreamed big…

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Weekly Prompt Story: How to Respect a Woman

Odd story this week, by which I mean "one that really has to be read out loud to work in context." Even if you don't normally listen to the 100 Words Weekly Challenge, and are content to merely read my story on this blog, I strongly recommend that you make an exception. Here's the link...

http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2012/07/22/weekly-challenge-326-power/

...and for those of you who absolutely insist on merely reading the text, here it is.


How To Respect a Woman
By Chris Munroe

To love a woman, you must first learn how to properly respect a woman.

And to respect a woman, you must first connect with her.

Connect through eye contact, or physically. Touch her arm as you speak, brush hair out of her eyes. That’s a very real source of connection.

Connect intellectually. Ask her questions about herself, get to know everything about her.

But most importantly, connect on a deep, spiritual level. Like so…

I wanna know what love is, and I want you to show me!

I wanna feel what love is, and I know you can show me!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Final Quest of Hiro Nakamura

Looking sadly over the wreckage, Hiro knew in his heart what he must do.

One last time, he squinted his eyes, focused his mind and, around him, time bent to his will, sending him spiralling back, this time to 2006. He arriving at the gates of the NBC building.

For once, his powers had worked in exactly the way he had wished them to. He took this as a positive portent.

Sneaking in was no difficulty for him, as everyone in the building thought they knew him. He raced about the building, desperately searching for the only man who could prevent so much pain, finally finding him in an office, hunched in front of a computer, putting the finishing touches on a script. Tim Kring looked up at him, surprised.

“Masi? You’re supposed to be on set, what’s going on?”

“No, I’m not supposed to be on set. I’m not the man you think I am. My name is Hiro Nakamura, and I’m here with a very important message. You have to cancel Heroes, cancel it now! It needs to end it after it’s first season, or there will be great suffering.”

“Cancel Heroes after season one, save it’s legacy.”

Hiro turned and left the room. He could only pray his warning would be heeded.