The thing people have to understand about life in the world today is that you are going to be mocked. People ARE going to have an opinion about the things you say.

ESPECIALLY when you’re a member of a highly divisive group of people.

I’m sorry if your feelings have been hurt, but you need to look at Twitter as being a pretty up-to-the-minute barometer of public opinion.

People have feelings about things. And whatever you want to think about a particular group of people, the public as a whole has a few issues you don’t mess with. Because when you do, people start getting angry.

Education = there are standards for a reason. Religion should stay out of schools, especially in the teaching of science and politics. And a public school should not be for profit but for the well-being of the community at large.

Nuclear material = dangerous things need to be handled by people with experience. Trusting that because someone is "likable" they’ll be able to handle problems usually left to scientists with PhDs is not only willfully ignorant, it’s wildly inappropriate.

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I’m okay with people living however they like.

You want to homeschool your kid? Okay, whatever.

You don’t want to vaccinate your children? Fine, as long as they never go out in public.

You want to go off the grid and only eat orange Tic-Tacs? Whatever floats your boat, brah.

The nice thing about life in America is that you can live the way you want.

Except now the GOP is controlled by a bunch of agenda people, shoving their lifestyle all over everyone else.

It’s like watching my grandparents have sex.

I’m just not into it.

So when it comes down the pike, we are one country.

We’re all pretty much the same in the way that we live, and that we just don’t want to be fucked with.

We want smart consumers, healthy and happy children, a strong economy, and the freedom and liberty promised to all citizens.

And if you’re not into that, then maybe you need to look around and seriously consider what you want out of your time on Earth.

Because you can dream about how you want things to be, and then be angry that the world is different from your expectations. Or you can look at the world as it is, and start working on making it better.

Freedom, man.

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Prompt: 018. siege

1. The siege lasted for six years. Some children had never known any other life and had no concept of freedom.

A. The siege lasted for six years. Some children had never known any other life and had no concept of freedom. They’d never been outside of the castle walls and had never enjoyed a day without a besieging army keeping them locked inside.

It was a strange day when the gates were finally opened and people streamed outside. It was an overcast sky, but sunlight was peeking through the clouds like hope.


2. The armed reactionaries held the embassy under siege. They threatened violence if their demands weren’t met.

A. The armed reactionaries held the embassy under siege. They threatened violence if their demands weren’t met. They’d already shot down and destroyed two escaping helicopters. Only one of the embassy’s helicopters had escaped, though neither the ambassador or her personal staff had made it aboard.


3. Two adults and forty-seven children in a gift shop wasn’t a good day. It was a siege.

A. Two adults and forty-seven children in a gift shop wasn’t a good day. It was a siege.

“How did this become my life?” she groaned out of sight of the customers.

Her coworker Gary laughed. “Suck it up and make a buck. These are kids with money to spend and no parents to tell them No.”

“Yeah.” She eyed one of the adults–a man with short dark hair and a powder blue wool sweater–and couldn’t help thinking that he looked completely overwhelmed.


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Prompt 017. sleepless

1. There’d been too many sleepless nights and too many cups of coffee. It hadn’t been the best idea to get behind the wheel.

A. There’d been too many sleepless nights and too many cups of coffee. It hadn’t been the best idea to get behind the wheel.

A blink that lingered too long and a car driving the opposite direction. It was a head on collision, that’s what they said later. In the hospital with two police officers, both looking serious and maybe a bit condemning.


2. They said the Sleepless were stirring in the South. Whispers carried on the breeze, speaking of the nightmare creatures waking from their long slumber to slaughter a handful of villages on the border.

A. They said the Sleepless were stirring in the South. Whispers carried on the breeze, speaking of the nightmare creatures waking from their long slumber to slaughter a handful of villages on the border.

There were some that scoffed at the idea of the creatures coming back. They called them legends and lies, stories made up to scare the children. But those that had truly studied the histories were worried.

The Great Scriptures said that the Sleepless always came in cycles. They would kill, then rest, kill, then rest; and though men could fight them, the Sleepless could not die.


3. The music playing from the radio was the only sound in the darkness. The song was named “The Sleepless”, and it was a dreamy melody that made the listener think of a child insisting they were awake even as they fell asleep.

A. The music playing from the radio was the only sound in the darkness. The song was named “The Sleepless”, and it was a dreamy melody that made the listener think of a child insisting they were awake even as they fell asleep.

The song had been playing on repeat for days, weeks, months, maybe even years. Over and over, from beginning to end, the song played into the darkness. It was a tether and a torment to the listener, trapped motionless on the bed. To hear but not be able to speak or see; the song had become a singular reality.


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Prompt: 016. hand

1. “Don’t make me show you the back of my hand.”

A. “Don’t make me show you the back of my hand.” It was supposed to be a joke, but he realized he’d made a mistake when he felt a breath on the back of his right ear. When he turned his head to look, his mother was glaring at him from less than a foot away.

“I didn’t mean it,” he said.

“You better not have. Or I’ll show you the back of my hand, and I
won’t be joking.”


2. It was gone. Only a stump remained at the end of his wrist. They’d amputated his hand.

A. It was gone. Only a stump remained at the end of his wrist. They’d amputated his hand.

Tears gathered in his eyes. He’d trusted them when they said they wouldn’t do anything without his permission, yet they’d drugged him and cut off his hand. The betrayal stung even in the face of his loss.

The door began opening. He hurriedly wiped his eyes dry on the pillowcase and the shoulder of the hospital gown he wore.


3. It was supposed to have been a simple hand off. She should have known things weren’t going to be easy.

A. It was supposed to have been a simple hand off. She should have known things weren’t going to be easy, because when in her life had things ever been easy?

Police sirens rang out in the distance and she speed-walked away from the hotel. She flipped her hood up over her head and tried to look like a normal person taking a walk down a busy street, and not someone carrying a backpack full of contraband.

There was a buzzing in her ears and she could feel her pulse throbbing in the tips of her ears and at the sides of her neck. It felt like everyone she passed was looking at her, remembering her face to tell the police.


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