Begin in the Midst of the EndA Story by BirdsFlySparked by, "Fill in the blank. Seven days ago, _____. Now, nobody will talk to me." -- The Pocket MuseSeven days ago, the Now, there isn’t a meeting to be had or a lesson to be held, or seniors to Pilate or books and knitting to club about. Ice cream and barbeque chicken would be left to rot in its place, had there been anyone to put it in its place in the first place. Martha Simmons is hiding in her basement and her husband is still sleeping in the garage. Johnny is on his way to A lot can happen in seven days. More can happen than anyone who has ever uttered that phrase could even imagine happening. In seven days, the world can change, for better or for worse. If anyone tells you that one person can’t make a difference, you tell them the story I’m about to tell you. I know things, misterma’am; things you don’t want to know. I’ve seen things you don’t want to see. I’ve heard things that’ll make your ears bleed and your bones shake. You’ve never met me, but I’ve met you. Chances are I’ve gotten up close and personal with one of you friends; or a friend of a friend of a friend. Or your mom’s doctor’s elderly uncle. This is your only reason to trust me: Your name is on my list. You can play ignorant to your heart’s content, but that will not play eraser. Every mark I make is permanent in the most pertinent of ways. I know what you’re thinking. I am the divine intervention. I am So next time someone tells you one person can’t change nothing, you tell them they’re wronger than a naked mole rat in a snow storm. You tell them about © 2010 BirdsFlyAuthor's Note
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Added on February 12, 2010 Last Updated on February 12, 2010 AuthorBirdsFlyHIAboutI'm learning to use my hatred to write. I follow writing prompts out of at least a dozen sources, including my daily life. I try to make each piece therapuetic or contributing to a greater story. more..Writing
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