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Mindful Stories By Tori Virden, Mr. Doom’s online fiction writing class 5-1-23

Table of Contents: 1. My Reflective essay / introduction 2. Movie scene 3. My Point of view stories 4. My first story, The wisdom within 5. My second story, pre -murder 6. My final story, the wrong road taken. 7. Dialogue story 8. Photo scene story

Introduction This has been an enjoyable challenge for me as a writer. I have grown more skilled and have developed my love of writing. I know I can write poems; I did not realize how enjoyable and relaxing it is to write and make up stories. It helps me forget my problems in life as I create characters with similar struggles to find peace. In turn I am helping not only with my characters but also myself. I love the challenge of seeing a story unfold to its end. I wrote stories as a small child of course, but I gave up on it. I am passing this class and now I’m not giving up on this either. I love the way I have control over the story and how it will start and end. I like how it can give me a voice. I have had a few struggles with myself and the people I have around me. I learned not to take the simple things in life for granted! I learned a lot about myself to and my final story is sort of about that loosely based on this struggle I am still fighting and continue to too, this day! I love this class it has given me the tools I need to be a better writer! I just feel at home with this class and the new opportunities that it has brought to my life. I will continue to write poems. But I will write stories too as well. I want to be a writer who does both like a female John Updike! I got to read the story “A&P” in class, and I loved it. We studied a lot of good stories and examples in class. To help build our skills and learn how it is done. It built on my taste for writing and reading of the craft and the art I make. I hope as you all read the stories, that you not only enjoy them, but it helps you think and understand a bit about the world we share. I hope you can see my growth as a writer as you get towards the end. I hope you can see this is the life I want, and I used my whole brain and mind, to make some mindful stories for you! Happy reading! and enjoy! Tori Virden

Movie Scene, Forest’s wedding By Tori Virden Finally, today it happened! I get to marry, my Jenny! All my friends are here, Lt. Dan and his new girlfriend , everyone’s here ! Except for my mama she died. Mama told me to be happy and I am happy, she gave me her blessing! This is a simple wedding! I’ve got all my happiness , all I’ve waited so long like a lifetime for. We just finished saying our vows , I’m real lucky I, guess because she took awhile on hers and said a lot of nice things about me. My son is here he is our ring bearer. He sure is strong. A lot stronger than I was. Now it’s time for me to be the good dad, I never got! It is now misting rain, and I gave her my kiss. Then we walked over and talked to our good friends. I Talked to Lt. Dan who congratulated me and invited me to his wedding! Well, we must have talked for an hour or more. Old friends catching up you know! I saw Jenny leave our porch an hour or two ago. She was, coughing I better go check on my wife! This day has been a dream! A long time dream! I get my Jenny and I’ll see her till we die. So, I am thinking of all our life together and maybe more to come, I hope! Now that’s all I’ve got to say about that! Explanations questions I think the film makers of Forest Gump, did not make this scene long enough, or give enough details! Movies are only, so long. But, \they should have tried to fit more into this scene! This is everything Forest wanted he finally got his Jenny! She is going to die in the next few scenes away! It shows how determined he was and how he won’t stop at what he wants in his life! And he knows exactly what that is and it is a girl named Jenny. I liked this project. It was a turning point for me , I don’t think I am as descriptive as I should be I need to make a whole, lot of changes on revision day! But, I had fun.

POV Stories by Tori Virden I am walking in quicksand each step I take is slow and studied as I carry this letter in my sweaty shaking palms. I chose to write a letter, it’s much easier this way. I wrote to Devin telling him I knew he cheated on me. I told him I cheated too, and I am marrying the man I absolutely love in May. It is not Devin. How will he respond to this? Our relationship was full of lies! I walk slowly heaving and shaking and stumbling to the mailbox down my front porch. I’ve got to get this letter for my kids sent out. I am an incredibly old man now. They must know that my time here is numbered. How will they respond to this? I am happy, for I am going to paradise to see Jesus and God! I hope they do not shed a tear for this old man who gets to die happily into paradise! I just hope they write back to me! I am waiting and getting their spots in heaven ready! I will miss them! I hope they write to me before I pass on to glory! Story 2. I never thought that shoplifting would be so hard! Just take what you want without having to earn or buy it, right? Wrong of course I finally learned it at the age of 20. I saw the most wonderful Converse rock n roll sneakers that John Lenon once wore! I had to have them. Those sneakers were mine! Well, for 10 wonderful minutes. They fit perfectly on my feet and talk about comfort. I saw the security lady come up to me from behind. How could I have gotten caught! I stayed around too long and gawked at myself in the Mirror, too long. She told me I had to pay the three thousand dollars to the children's hospital or go to jail! I told her I did not have three thousand dollars in my pocketbook, so I guess Jail. She cuffed me the cold mental brushed against my wrist and caused me some pain, as they went behind my back. She told me my rights. I told her as I got into the cop car, if she thought that I would look good in the orange jumpsuit I would have to wear as a criminal. I was going to spend 10 years plus 5 years community service or until I earned those three thousand dollars back. All for John Lenon’s shoes it was so not worth it! I don’t look so good in orange, and now I must slave so I can enjoy life again. I will never shoplift again! Such an easy crime but a horrible punishment!

Photo scene 1 by Tori Virden Today is the end! The world will spin no more. The doomsday preppers trying on their new high end gas masks, as the very kind sales lady, takes our photograph, of the last of the human race , with a smile on her face! We knew it was ending, with all the toxic wastes and sicknesses. Sure, it’s no storybook ending, but what is anymore! We walk everywhere now, due to keep the air clean , not that it ever will be again. To see little children in their high end Mickey Mouse gas masks walking to school, walking over body bags, is a sight I thought I would never see! I just sit with my mask pulled tight, the preppers and the procrastinators our the two groups , I planned everything , I planned for the end, so I am a prepper ! My parents were procrastinators, so they are gone! To say the truth , it is just how we were , I am a planner , I planed and expected the worst ! They partied till the sun went down , expecting nothing , knowing nothing , being happy! They died smiling. I know this story though mine I am not alone! People don’t want to face it! The end I mean who would! This is the day the earth spins no more , and we have to answer to our creator and explain ourselves as we reach our eternal home! Nobody likes to admit to their wrongs in life nobody! Now , as I wade through the wasted years of my past . I see this day as a reminder that God is on my side ! I’m not dead yet! I’m still here for a reason! For what I don’t know! I have relived and relived these dark shadowy days from sunup till sundown! I am crying underneath my mask , I am just a scared 19 year old girl! Soon the gas will invade my mask and my brain ! Soon , I’ll just be a story left behind , like this photo of the day we tried on the new gas masks with that sales lady taken a smile as she flashed her teeth and took a photo that’s been left as a dark dead memory! She the sales lady was happy because I spent a lot of money too stay alive! Well, wouldn’t you! Being a prepper is the easy part , the hard part is having to live with your worries and their consequences ! I knew this day was nearly here! So , this mask will purify my last wheezing breaths ! I gasped coming into the world , I guess I’ll gasp leaving it , and looking like the most stylish prepper their ever was! And it was! And it’s done!

The Wisdom Within By: Tori Virden 2-15-23 1050 fiction writing online On a Rainy dark spring day, my life as I knew it would change instantly. I was 14, I turned 14 two days prior to the day it happened! And class this may be hard for some of you to hear, but, listen anyway because all stories are meant to be told if they can help others. I was feeling low real low, I just got a F on my math grade! I was feeling dumb to say the least! I rushed out of school that day , because , I had a Dental Consultation with him ! The man who would make things hard and teach me many lessons! Dr. Norman Rockwood. I ran into the stone dark building that had a huge tooth statue outside. I thought it was quite odd, he must love his work was all I could think! I got inside his office we sat in a large circular table he had wood paneling on his walls and no windows too speak of. He gave me a speech on how my teeth had to get pulled and the sooner , the better , for my own health , and comfort. Little did I know he had a plan . A horrible plan. But he saw something in me that would take me awhile to see myself! So, the day of the appointment came quickly! I couldn’t eat or drink anything! So, I got up, and came back to the dental office. He grabbed me once he saw me come in , he grabbed me by the neck ! like some mother would do to a naughty child and he said , “ Come here you! “I’ve been waiting for you!” I was stunned for one it was 4:30am nobody wants to do much, even before the bird’s want or even think about a worm ! I sat down in the dental chair, which I thought I would be laying down ! That was the one thing I noticed. I should have stopped him! What did I know I was just 14 years too old for him! He gassed me into a dreadful half-asleep half-awake state! Where he told me is crazy unbelievable plan to become the smartest man in the world , by taking wisdom teeth for smart teenagers , and plastering them in his mouth and ruling the world! I laughed for my gas was getting to me, two I thought boy did you pick the wrong teenager! I’m not smart at all Doctor I screamed at the top of my lungs ! But you are an A student he snarled! I

am, not anymore, I said disgustedly.” Oh well it seems you are smarter than both of us know so out all 4 go”! ”You’ll be so stupid you’ll have to get help for the rest of your life”! I cried tears of pain and I worked myself out of some cuffs he cuffed my arms and legs . But, he came around too soon and before I knew it he said this one will only hurt a bit! I screamed ,I felt the taste of salty blood hit and run down my vacant gums. He got all 4! Or was it one or two! Any way I was going to turn out dumber than a box of rocks, it seemed! I had to get used to my fate. I could only think of the worst for myself. I had to think of things at the top of my head , I ran though songs poems , stories and anything , I could think of ! Or can I think at all! I felt dizzy and numb. I awoke too him drilling holes into my stolen teeth! I got up, I was now undone from my prison chair! I quietly walked behind him, and I found a heavy dental tool , and hit the back of his head , and I took my teeth back . I called the local police once I got out of the office . I told them all that had happened! The police said, I was smart to call them now while He was still passed out! So, I thought maybe just maybe I am smart! I touch the white shinny teeth that used to be mine ! the holes where he tried to drill felt rough and coarse ! Not how I thought this would be at all. The police called me at home latter that afternoon , they told me he is not a real dentist but a liar and a schemer and he had something in common with me ! We both wanted to be smart and be liked by others , and ourselves! I quickly learned of this I sat at the edge of my bed and I cried for him and myself! I had empathy and for a second , a short second , I felt sorry for him! Soon years they came and they went , I turned 18 in the heat of spring . I took the Act and scored very highly! I got into a top community College, then A four year University, where I got my teaching degree. Now you are up to date on my life! You all are very special and talented and smart don’t let anyone take that from you! I learned that true smarts will stay with you till old age and it is learned and comes from within ourselves! So now class, I hope you are not like me or the Doc. I

hope, you can see how good you al are! Now class I want you to talk , to me after class if you don’t believe me and I will show you the scars in my mouth that are still visible and show you my degree on my wall! Then I will ask you if I am smart ! You will say yes! Then I will say do you feel smart tell me your story! Because I like said in the beginning all stories are worth, telling if they can truly help someone! Now Class did it help you! “Yes”! Okay now class adjourned , but when you get down on yourself remember my story!

Pre murder By Tori Virden It seems like it’s been 15 years ago not five days ago now. I remember it as a sunny warm spring day, it was a dream, a paradise, that would soon change with the cold dark evening winds. That was when Tina and I started having storms in our so-called relationship. I’m not a heavy beer drinker by any means I just drink only 4, 12 packs of beer a week! She said that she came home to talk about it, told me my kidneys would fail and I could die if I did not drink some water soon! She handed me a steel mug that read “Jesus loves me” on it. We moved in together in this small 1920 something lake house. It was small all right, but it was ours just the same. It is on a hill by the lake. It took me five years to be able to afford it. They are cheats around here everything was so expensive in this neighborhood! Then 6 more months to get up the nerves to ask her to move in with me! I was mad after all the sacrifices I made for her, and I asked her to move in with me! Nobody tells Timothy Moore what to do especially a woman, I thought I loved, but boy was she a looker! Maybe I was just in a dream world now! We fought for a while, and it got dark now. I turned on the light in the smallest kitchen I ever lived in. She soon followed behind me to pour me a drink of water! I saw my gun lying locked up on the table at my bar. I own guns, sure we all need to protect ourselves, right? So, I waited with shaking trembling hands until she made it to the edge of the fridge. In perfect sight! I then shot her down! She went down fast and hard like a bag of rocks! I guess houses like relationships are not always a dream or paradise after all! I lived in a dream world up until this point in slow motion time! She deserved it she was always bossing me around and spending my money! I grabbed another beer and my 12th cigar and began to sit in the dining room and figure out my next steps! This house and my life began to crumble beneath my feet. Now all I can hear are police cruisers speeding heavily up my drive , than I look out and I see families swimming in the lake fishing and having a great time . In the water, which by the way water sounds good to me now! I’ll fix me a mug. Oh what about Tina laying there she looks so angry against the worn cold tile! She was only trying to help! Oh, Blessed id! I hear, them again my mind is going insane! Oh, I hear rapid knocks on my wooden front door! I guess it’s now or never pray for me? “Hey I’m coming”!” Hello is this the Timothy Moore household” Yes this is ‘Timothy what do you want?” “This is Sqt. Williams I’ve come to ask you where your girlfriend Tina is/” She has not come home and her parents miss her!” Okay Okay!” I did wrong I admit it I killed her!” I know she would want me to tell you and repent and pray to God!” We were fighting and things quickly got out of hand “! “What have I done!” I mean I thought I loved the girl you know’ No , I don’t , Timothy you are going to be locked up for a long long time ! They could put you in for the rest of your life!” What have you got to say about that!” I know I’ve done wrong in the eyes of the lord, and I must pay a heavy price!”” Look out your window Tim it will be the last time you look with eyes of freedom! “Look at those families playing out in the lake !” You wanted something like that with her right”! Well, I was questioned and interrogated

for 5 hours or 6 hours I knew I would soon pay my price ! I was put in a cold dark empty cell over night under observation ! They questioned me again this time it was the shrink though and soon we all realized, I had an undiagnosed form of bipolar disorder and maybe a violent form of depression. I was put in to my cell again , until the judge decided what my fate would be! I wasn’t really a bible reader or a church going man ! Well things change when you sit here with the grim reaper looking back at you and laughing at what I mistake you’ve made! It’s like he’s saying are you ready for Hell yet? So, I knew I had to do something to make the rest of this grim life to count! So, I sat for a whole four days’ time and I read the Bible ! And Boy did I not understand the meaning of life at all! To love and be love and the ten commandments keep me wishing I could of changed how I had Treated my gal Tina, she meant well! See she was a devout Baptist and I could of learned it all from her ! Now I’m paying for a life I have shortened that didn’t deserve it! I pray now that God is forgiving and will forgive me someday! And I can be with Tina in our heavenly home! Now things are getting a little better for me though I don’t deserve it ! I am going to be on parole in 15 years from now ! The judge said because my medications going good and I have repented to my savior and have a good record other wise ! And he said Tina was a kind and forgiving girl and she would of wanted nothing but to have God free a bound up soul! The end !

The wrong road taken by Tori Virden Every mistake starts with one choice or road we take. My day turned into the blackest of night, by being on the wrong road and the wrong time. It all started on a dark night. I was coming home from the market with my cat Mr. Wiskers. I just ran errands and picked him up. I was tired, hungry, and exhausted really, so I took the short cut home. Which I hardly ever do. You could say I took the easy most traveled road. Then it happened I heard someone shout,” Where were you last night? “Then the sound of a scream in the Pich black darkness and then silence. I did a very stupid thing. I walked over to where I thought they were. I wanted to help people in need. I told Mr. Wiskers to run on home and I kissed his furry face. I walked fast over to a darkened corner by an old liquor store. I asked the man wearing black pants and a black hoodie what was wrong. He said, “I think I have just gotten away with murdering, my old friend because Iam going to frame you now”! He forced a knife in my cold shaking weak hands. There I stood as the sirens came forth and he was already miles well at least a block away, from us. The woman looked well around 40 years old, I did not know her. I would sort it out quickly enough, she had red hair and the brightest green eyes I ever saw. She was a model and actress played in some lesser-known b movies . Then the police captain came running to me pointing her gun out in the rain . I was then told , “You are under arrest”! We have got you surrounded , put the knife down gently and put your hands up”! I was then shivering it was cold . The rain drenced me and I could smell the blood as I dropped the knife on the pavement in front of me. I was then hand cuffed and the cold mental poked and hurt my tender skin. I was wrongly accused. The judge would tell me I can go home all would be fine. I am a Baptist, I am a 33 year old single white woman. I have blonde hair and brown eyes . I wear glasses because I can’t see a thing. My name is Shelby Davis . I am a pampered woman as well I live rather nicely . I live off of my grandpas funds he left me and I don’t have a job yet . But, I almost did as a writer for the Washington Post ! Now who knows . I don’t like the outdoors or sharing anything! This was going to suck , to say the least. I was given my rights and thrown into a police car . Not my normal walks or cab rides by any means. I was going to have to fight the fight of my life! To keep sane I did some deep breathing yoga exercises my friend at the coffee shop taught me .I would love to be sitting writing with my lap top and an ice cold raspberry tea at the coffee shop. But, those types of things we can easily take for granted! I sat uncomfortably in the police car the police captain just drove quietly down the road the radio was playing Weird Al. I had no time for jokes , this was serious! My life was in their hands! I finally got to the police station made it there by dark. My prison cell was how they all say it is , very dark and lonely and the bars felt cold as my soul did . I had to fight to get my one phone call . I called my mom Karen Davis , She answered with her sleepy concerned voice because , it was 1am. She said the normal mom things like it will be alright God is with me every step I take he takes too. She told me we would fight it and buy the

best lawyers money could buy , with the remainder of grandpa’s funds . When I got out , if I got out then I would have to get a job at a newspaper rather quickly. Which was ok . I mean I got to work to get the things I want the things people easily take for granted , that they have , like a job a home money for food , clothes and my companion Mr. Whiskers whom I truly missed , his breathing snoring down my neck . Like he has for the past 7+ years with me. I wandered over to the toilet gosh it was so tiny and mental nothing like the ones at home . I missed my home too out on the main street of town , and all my things were there . I had my comfy bed. I guess sleeping will be hard tonight. Even when mom and Mr. whiskers and I traveled together the first night was the hardest of all. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Yeah on Monday or Sunday or whatever today is it’ll be better tomorrow ! Right now I could tell the bed was hard as rocks . My back would sure feel it tomorrow! But, that was the least of my worries and concerns. I was a ways from home , because They felt I was such a dangerous criminal they locked me up and put me in the smaller prison a few towns over . In a unheard of place . I threw up twice sometime in the night . My nervous stomach I inherited from my grandpa. I missed him he would of fixed things real quick. He was a big name in the Air Force. My hero died of old age. Broke my heart. What would he do now , he talked about the time he flew down and striked down that enemy plane in Nam! I wish I had him here with me now! I was a grandpas girl not a daddy or mommas girl , but his girl. He helped take care of me . Said he was making up for the times he missed out taking care of my mom . because of the war and junk. I missed his warm old spice scented bear hugs. Just a memory to me now , that I hope should never fade with time . Like so many other memories that do. I turned over on my side and prayed a long pray until I drifted into a restless half sleep. My eyes struggled to open, but I could hear the jailer yell at me to wake up. “Wake up Shelby this is no’ motel 6 “you can’t sleep all day you horrible girl!” I yelled so words I later repented for. I said I had to talk to my lawyer . he said no. Nobody really ever told me no to what I ever wanted or needed before. This was abuse! I knew my rights something my grandpa always taught me and my mom for that matter! My dad was sort of a hippie so it was what I would fight like he fought in the old days in the 70’s in a peace in at his community college when they wouldn’t let the girls take welding or construction work classes. Mom reminded me last night to fight and not give up fighting till my death. Which I hoped it would only last a couple of days max. That’s all I thought I could handle! That would be ideal and make the greatest idealist bestselling story anyone could write. I took a couple of classes at the same community college as my dad did. And in Mr. Dean’s class we talked about what good stories are made of. I wished this was just a made-up story I wrote in Mr. Dean’s class. I wished so I could make myself a happy ending, one ever after for the ages. I would make a story of this someday. I would be rich . Yeah I would. I walked out of bed and over to the jailer he cuffed and shackled me back up and said. “Yard time “ Not that you deserve it”! I was so excited to see the sunshine! See the flowers although there probably were none to be seen, in this miserable place. I loved Daises , I loved the 1960’s culture ! My dad was a hippie and so was I especially now! It was my hippie ways that brought me here , trying to save an

innocent life on a dark black night. Helping , well trying to help my fellow human out! I would fight my way out of here . I would not stop my flower and loving and Christian ways of life. You don’t leave a fellow human to suffer out in the dark by themselves , you just don’t ! I walked to a place to sit they sat me alone , of course. Which I suppose was fine for the moment. They then told me the news I hoped for for now what seemed like 3or four days. Well had it been that long! Yes almost now! “Your Lawyer’s coming to speak with ya “! Suppose you think you’re going to get free well you’ll never have the taste of freedom again”! “you’re going to get punished for this if not by me,” by God”! I sat and took it all in . I will be free if they would only hear the bell’s of peace and freedom chime in my heart so loudly now it echoed. My layer was a thin tall middle-aged man named Mike Love , he was kind of cute for an older man if you like that sort of thing! The only older man I crushed on besides the occasional teacher , was Bob Dylan . We talked for about three of maybe four hours. He said I should be free soon just be patient that this place was corrupt and crookened to say the least. That the man that killed the b movie star was her body guard and was a cop that worked here , that his prints were all over the knife and he was going down mentally , for awhile now! He told me that the only reason they kept me here was they didn’t see him there at the scene . Then he prayed with me and we sang a few Dylan tunes . Then the Jailer cuffed me and shackled me against our wishes of course. I do believe in love at first sight and my knight in shining armor was going to free me together we would work this out. I giggled as I left the yard , was my mother trying to set me up as well, I mean I’m 35 years old , I guess she might have been? I felt the sun leave suddenly out of this place as I got in my dark prison cell. At least now I had hope , and a good vibe and crush too \think about to bide my time with. Then my mom called , the jailer handed me the phone withlout the slightest of words. We were very optimistic we were feeling confident . It was five days since I was at the wrong road . I promised my mother ,I would never go to the short cut of any road ever again! I now laid my head on the rough scratchy pillow I grew accustomed to now. I fell asleep rather quickly I felt at ease , Mike Love was going to save me! A few more days they passed and left with the howling winds of a lions summer . There was heavy down pours of rain every day. I was losing hope did not hear from any one for a long while. Then the 12th day here came and went . But , on the 13th my luck came with my happiness and a court date too. I got a lacey dress my mom sent the one with a spot that showed a bit more than I thought needed .

I put on my dress along with hope faith and God’s armor ready to fight with brave fair peaceful fight! Mike sat there with a frown of concern .”are you ready Shelby Davis to hear the chimes of peace and freedom”! Yes I said . “Okay you be honest and sweet and kind and loving even if they are not to you alright” Okay I said. The judge stood and then sat down , she was an independent party judge she believed ever body deserved a chance to speak the truth. She was 55 years old and a devote Christian like me. She was also one who gave out the longest sentences if you were at fault! Then I saw the man who ran off and left me with his deeds . He wore a wrinkled suite his hair on ends and looked mentally sick! I had this one for sure! But, I still worried with the world and lived in fear any way! I felt anger and pure hatred for the man that left me deal his demons and dark deeds. I fought the brave fight , I had my remaining , family all there even my dad came back from a conference for me . We stood firm and grounded to fight against the money hungered leaders of the town. I even got to hold Mr. Whiskers again as he purred gently in my ears, gosh I missed that familiar sound. The sound of happiness and contentment in my ears. We fought the hardest battle for a good day from 8am to 8pm . The court knew my stress levels had risen, and Mike asked the judge to work long after hours for me. We knew we made the finish line when her honor said the words, Mr. Howard you are found guilty and will spend to your very last breath in prison.” Shelby enjoy your freedom “, sorry it was taken from you so quickly!” You may go now be free ‘! I said thanks and that is how I fought the battle and won ! I brought down the money hungry leaders of my town and the one I was in! I felt a rush of calm hit me and reassurance , knowing that no one else would die or suffer like me and the girl ,I tried to save! The court room was all busy with reporters from every news paper and tv station , you could imagine ! I was interviewed by my dream paper , and They gave me the job on the spot! I felt so much happiness and thankfulness for what people take for granted daily , maybe even hourly. We take our freedom for granted everyday , at least once , and we say to God I want everything he has , and we our not thankful , for the one thing we should treasure above all else our freedom to be who we are and do what we want and live how we want to live , and love who we love! I stood and walked quickly towards the outside world outside these prisons walls . I breathed the fresh air of freedom , free from being accused free for the jailer who bossed and punished me and thought the worst of me without getting to meet the unique amazing me! I saw Mike almost leave I caught up with him. He smiled and said “You did it girl “! “By the way Miss Davis would you like too be my gal!” Of course I said excitedly and amazed at his wonderful comforting smile . “That smile has kept me going”!I said as he grabbed my arm “Just walking with my girl “! We did it Shell “ You and me We did it we fought those clowns and won”! I was starting to doubt even myself shell to be honest”! But, they found his prints all over it !” “Shell we were the innocent and God saved us today!” Pray and Thank him “! Because without him we well you would of still be in the shitter”!

Let’s go eat at your favorite restaurant and catch a movie or two and then I’ll Take you and Mr. Whiskers home . What a day . As we rode off the sun was setting or coming down , it was like the perfect story book ending , if there ever was one!” Please don’t walk home at night again “I heard my mother shout out the drive! “I won’t ever again ,”I’ve got Mike” now”! I said happily , as we turned the corner fast . I prayed and thanked God that night when I got home around midnight. Told him I would never take anything for granted , that he gave me in my life for nothing ! I praised his help in my month of trouble! I then grabbed Mr. Whiskers after he said his prayer after his chicken dinner , and we walked up the long stairway to my bedroom . I sighed in precious relief knowing that those jerks messed with the last wrong girl who took the wrong road at the wrong time! Just as simple as that now my life was good and without a tragedy like the one I was in I would of never sorta fallen in love , or landed a job , or understood , what a great life , I really had before! I was free and the world is open to me a future clear , a life settled a life I’ll never take for granted , or want to change. It’s sall I have and when someone tries too take it from you then you realize how much you truly appreciate every minute you have of it that is yours! I slept the best sleep I slept in a month with Mr. Whiskers purring away gently in my ears . The great sound of being free . Yeah , It was nice too hear as I drifted off to a future that was mine all mine ! Full of happy and peaceful carefree thoughts . as I slept I dreamed of a future that was free ! I woke up very late at noon , but , hey it’s my free life and it’s meant to be enjoyed ! For once I thought nothing about it and didn’t feel guilty at the least . I fed Mr. Whiskers and I jumped for joy as I said my morning prayers and read about Queen Esther , now that’s a good read! I started to feel my free self once and again and what a great feeling that feels. I called Mike Love and we planned our next date for Saturday night. I giggled like a teenager , I never felt so good in all my life! I then whispered to myself I’m free ! “I’m freeeeee”! That’s why you should be careful what roads you take and the time you take them, so you never end up taking the wrong road. But, you take the roads of freedom and love and peace instead! The end!

My three lines of dialogue By Tori Virden ‘My dogs started howling and barking! “I don’t need that added.” “My cat cuddles with us at night and totally gets us!” “She started being so adjusted, she wakes up by her crate!” “People just adore her”! My story “My dogs started howling and “barking! I don’t need that added “! Exclaimed a young woman at a bus stop. Then her friend piped in on the conversation. “My cat cuddles with us at night and totally gets us”! Then as two buses rode off, the friend kept talking about her cat. “She started being. So adjusted, “She wakes up by her crate”! As the morning rode off and away at the bus stop the friends talked about their pets like as if they were mothers dotting on their children or something. Then as my bus rode up the long and winding road too stop in front of me as I listened too the friend of the woman speak one last time as her voice trailed off into the winds ! This is what she had to say! “People just adore her”! As I walked up the steep steps to go to my lonely apartment house , I thought to myself ! and spoke out loud as if wanting the young woman and her friend to hear me ! “Gosh I need a cat like that! “ As the moments made me think of the bus stop and how desperately I needed a feline companion of my own! Then I thought what if I’ll be at the stop talking as if my cat is my child! Oh It would be much better than being lonely and eaves dropping on people’s conversation’s wouldn’t it! I could use a few good, nice friends like that! But first let me just get a cat!