Just watched the latest episode of Resurrection. I am still waiting for the show to start to make sense. I think I am in for a long wait!
Last year, the show began with a kid coming up to an elderly couple’s door. When the door was opened, the couple were surprised to find that the kid at the door was their son….who died over 40 years ago. He was still dressed in the same clothing he died in. Trouble was, he was still a kid. (the afterlife must have a limited supply of clothing)
Later on, other people came back to life as well. These people are like ‘friendly zombies’. The one thing that bothers me with the story is that someone can come back to life after dying in the 1930’s and not be amazed with the changes in the world since they kicked the bucket.
The other thing that bothers me is why they are coming back…or how. This has never been touched. The show is like a zombie (albeit friendly zombie) soap opera. There is even one zombie who is pregnant, just like she was when her car left the road and she died. Tough baby!
Omar Epps, the fine surgeon from the House M.D. television show is the star of this show, and just recently the poor man was shot to death. Fear not though, he came right back to life in a matter of days. Was he ever surprised to find out that he had died. Big shock I would imagine!
There are government organizations involved, they seem to be made out as the bad guys. What other tv show makes heroes out of the dead and criminals out of the living?
This ain’t no Walking Dead!!!
After yesterday’s shooting in Ottawa, I felt this song a tribute to once was. Our country is no longer safe, and we are no longer free.
Every day from now on we will fear the unthinkable.
Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman
Don’t feed the birds
they would warn;
but the old man kept throwing seeds
and bread crumbs.
It gave him something to do
some way to give back
but now they are gone.
The only birds left
are the ones on the iPads.
You can look at them
but they make no sound.
Nothing but images
of days gone by;
and they don’t love.
of a world we destroyed.
Now the old man is gone too
and the benches are bare
and nobody sits
and nobody stares
this is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers.
I watched as they took him
cuffs holding both his hands
they led him into the court room
and somebody took the stand.
She took one look at Ol’ Charlie
and hollered “Yes, that is the man”
and the judge gave his decision
and they led him down the line.
Legal Aid lawyer
couldn’t look him in the eye
he just bowed his head in pity
and let out a long sigh.
Ol’ Charlie, he didn’t do it
but nobody gave a damn
when they sent that guy to prison
they sent up an innocent man.
“Must you be so mean?” pleaded Junto, the smallish servant of Brunt.
With a staff made from pure diamond, he certainly looks the part. Trouble is, Brunt is no better than the smoogs who serve him.
Brunt was in the woods one day, gathering berries for the weekly feast when he came upon a large trunk. In the trunk he found some old robes and a crown. Near the bottom, he found a long stick with the jewel attached to the end.
“Wash my feet, and make sure you clean all eleven toes” Brunt commanded, striking his servant to the ground.
This is my entry into this week’s 100 word challenge. the word this week is ‘Staff’.
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My childhood friend, Ricky, was always looked at as the clown, the jester perhaps. He stuttered, talked funny, and did poorly in school. His parents attributed this to the fact that as a child, he ate an entire box of birth control pills.
I never laughed at any of this because he was my friend. None of the things he did were his fault. Everyone blamed the birth control pills. Back then, so little was known about learning disabilities.
As an adult, Ricky fathered five daughters for five different women. Surely the pills never had a hand in that one.
This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is Jester.
Frilly dresses and rose petals
and soft hair
with plastic butterfly buckles;
she was always so positive
Nobody could hurt her
she never shed a tear;
even when her parents abused her.
Her spirit was strong
she was picked on
because she was different
she smelled like summertime;
and that’s why I loved her.
we grew older
and went separate ways.
A lover left her with
two daughters to raise.
She did it on her own,
independent and strong,
they moved on,
and then she broke down