Response to Day 5 of Boot Camp of Writing Prompts: American Graffiti

I’m walking towards an abandoned train station. I usually go here because I have acquaintances who like to read and paint. This place is abandoned and no one, not even the city complains. It’s an abandoned railroad tunnel near a forest park so who would make a fuss, right? Anyway, I meet my friend, Terry. He’s in his late 30s to early 40s. I met Terry when I was volunteering at a library a few years ago. Terry keeps to himself sometimes, but he’s a friendly man.

There are also three other people who frequent this tunnel, Lenny, Krista, and Miles. They’re in their 20s like me, but they aren’t here today, just Terry. I see Terry sitting on his collapsible chair staring at the wall opposite of him. He looks forlorn as if his pet died. “Hey Terry!” I said in a cheerful voice.

“Oh, hello Louis. How’s it going?” He responded, looking at me and back at the wall. I look to see what was making him sad. It was graffiti on the wall. Not the regular graffiti that you see that’s done in an artistic fashion, but this graffiti was filled with hate, anger and despair. The spray-painted mosaic displayed an anarchy symbol, “the fall of Western civilization is upon us” in bland block lettering, and an eagle wrapped in an American flag with a dismal look on its face.

“Who done this?!” I asked in shock, “It couldn’t have been Lenny, Krista, and Miles, could it?” I wondered.

“I doubt it.” Terry responded.  “They’re not as pessimistic as some folks I know. I thought maybe you have done it.” Terry stated “I’ve mentioned before that artwork isn’t in my expertise. Sure I can be a pessimist but I wouldn’t do something like this. All the other artwork on this wall is ruined now.”

“It looks like it was done last night it seems. It wasn’t here yesterday. They work fast too, considering that eagle artwork would take at least a day or two.” I walk towards the spray paint covered wall to examine it. The anarchy symbol and “the fall of Western civilization is upon us” tags were spray painted. The depressed eagle was nothing more than a poster that was Xeroxed.

I walk out the tunnel and Terry followed suit. I take out my phone and call them. An hour later, Lenny, Krista and Miles arrives and see the wall of negativity. “Well whoever done it doesn’t want us here it seems.” Lenny spoke. “So what do we do now?” Krista wondered.

“Move somewhere else.” Miles replied. “Why? This has been our spot for a couple of years now.” I said. “Just because some idiots decided to put bad vibes on this wall, doesn’t excuse them for tarnishing your work.”

“Louis, as much I like your ideas and strong sense of justice, these are one of those times we should back off. Who knows what these people are capable of?” Krista noted.

“As much as I like this place. We’re going to have to leave. It’s no use getting into trouble or murdered if these people are doing this.” Krista continued.

“I don’t want to scare most of us, but I think we should stop doing this altogether and stick to a canvas or digital art.” Lenny said, looking at his phone. “Why is that?” I wondered.  Lenny hands me his phone and there was a headline “Graffiti Vandals Spray Painting Fear Mongering Art Police On The Hunt”

I knew there was no point in trying to find an alternate solution. “Well that’s that it seems. We’re going to have to stop coming here.” I declared. We all leave the tunnel and take one last look. Going on our separate way we decided to keep in touch with one another. The police still searched for the vandals but they continued to elude the police. Lenny, Krista, Miles and I returned to school after a long, uneventful summer. Terry still continued his physical therapist job.

We occasionally see each other every once in a while. Lenny, Krista and Miles had their artwork displayed at a modern art museum. They found something other than a tunnel to display their talents.


Response to yesterday’s Daily Post’s prompt “Can’t Watch This”

Has anyone seen or remember the movie, “Matilda”? Do you remember that scene when Ms. Trunchbull made Matilda’s classmate, Bruce Bogtrotter eat a big piece of cake? That scene has always repulsed me but not only was it a large piece for one person, but it was also humiliating. I haven’t seen the movie in a long time but if I watch it again, I’ll be sure to look the other way.

The One That Got Away Boot Camp of Writing Prompts Day 2 response

Today is Friday, February 14th, Valentine’s Day. I just got off of work early today. The boss let us all go home early. Him and the Mrs are going out to a matinée and dinner. Luckily I got paid today although 3 hours of pay was truncated due early dismissal. Fortunately for me I don’t splurge as much as I used to, so no big deal. I head over to Barnes and Noble to buy a couple of books, since they’re having a sale.

To my misfortune, the sale was only for romance and new romance novels. “That completely sucks” I said looking at the sales board. It’s a good thing I still have my membership card and coupons I’ve received in the mail two weeks ago. I walk over to the Fiction section for a few books. I grab a few books, works of Vonnegut, Palahniuk, Hemingway, and Bradbury in the Sci-Fi section. I’m bump into someone, her books drop and I set my basket down.

“Hey are you alright?!” I exclaimed, helping the person out. “Y-yes, I’m fine. I wasn’t paying attention.” the voice of this person, was a woman. I stood her up and grabbed her books. Standing at the same height as I, it was my ex-lover, Helena.

“Miles? Is that you?”


We both hugged each other in excitement. “Long time no see!” she said happily.

“Like wise. You haven’t changed at bit except for your hair.” I responded, noticing her blonde hair grew out and she added dark streaks on them.

“You’ve changed a bit. It looks like you’ve been working out and getting less sleep nowadays.” She notices the dark circles in my eyes. It’s hard to stay awake when you’re on call nearly every day.

“I see you’re taking advantage of today’s sale.” I commented. Helena has eight books and a LED bookmark in her shopping tote bag.

“So are you. You’re still reading Vonnegut I see?”

“Well I haven’t read Sirens of Titan, Welcome to the Monkey House, Bluebeard, Galapagos and Deadeye Dick. I don’t have the luxury of reading that much nowadays. Anyway, what are your plans for the evening?”

“I have a date.”

“Oh,” I said disappointingly. I wanted to try to rekindle things with Helena but now it was futile. “That’s great!”

“I heard disappointment in your voice.” Helena said. “Really?” She puts her hands on her hips, catching my lie.

“I was hoping that we would go out on a date together. I understand that we didn’t work out in our last relationship, but I was hoping we would start anew. At least just have one date. Either way, I don’t mind it.”

“Miles,” Helena puts her hand on my left shoulder, “nothing against you, but I just don’t think that now is such a good idea. We hardly saw each other the last time we dated, you were always busy with school and work, I was finishing up school myself. It was rough, I’ve missed you. I met someone who’s schedule matches mine. We could still be friends. I have no issues as long as you don’t.”

Suddenly, a feeling was releasing from me. I’ve stopped feeling like I wanted to rekindle things with her. Helena had a point. I let out a sigh. “You have a point. You still have my e-mail address right?” “Indeed I do.” A jingle chimed on Helena’s phone. “My date is here. I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself, Miles.” With a peck on the cheek, Helena leaves.

I begin to go to an open register until someone stops me. “Excuse me.” A soft voice behind me spoke. I turn around to see a raven haired woman, short with round shaped eyeglasses with a book in her hand.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked. “You dropped this.” She responded, holding the book out. It was the new hardcover of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. I raise my eyebrow and wondered is this for me? “You dropped this when you bumped into that woman earlier.” She spoke. She must have been referring to Helena. “Oh, yes, thank you!”

I see she’s holding a few books. “You like Vonnegut too?” I asked. “Yes, I do. What else do you like?” This stranger and I talked as the line kept moving. When it was only two of us left, the cashiers shouted to us asking if we were ready to buy our books. We both chuckled realizing that we wasted time.

“I never got your name.” “It’s Luna.” “I’m Miles. Pleased to meet you.” After our books were purchased we stepped out of the store wondering where to go next. “Do you have a date?” Luna wondered. “No, I don’t you. Do you?” I asked. “Nope, just me and my books tonight.”

“Uh, Luna…” “Yes?” “I know we’ve met and all, but if you want maybe we can hang out a little more this evening. You’ve mentioned you like indie films.” “I have nothing else better to do, so why not.”

“Perfect, one more thing.” “What?” “Happy Valentine’s Day.”