The Currency

The Currency

|Thoughts|Aaron Blakeley

Your money is not what you are spending Me and music go a long way back. I started in band my first year of middle school. The tryouts where interesting. All these stations where setup and you had to go try out an instrument to see if you liked it. I had already made up my mind about choosing the drums, well before I had entered the band room. I honed in on the drum set and began to make my way over there. My pudgy frame propelling itself with determination. I was stopped by a high schooler and asked to blow into a tiny silver bowl. I blew like someone being asked to take a breathalyzer test never taking ...

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Confetti Crash

Confetti Crash

|Shorties|Aaron Blakeley

The daylight flowed through the large windows of the air port. The blue sky framed the white clouds and planes that transversed its endless expanse. Loved ones lifted into the sky by air pressure and speed. There had been murmurings in the tabloids about a new weapon. The tabloids no one really listens to them. These murmurings were listed alongside new fresh sightings of bat boy which called all of the rumors into question. On the plane as it gained altitude so did the fears of all those on board. A man stood in the middle of the aisle he wore a normal business suite and was clean-shaven. The only thing that should have cause an alarm was the largest ...

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Deb

Deb

|Thoughts|Aaron Blakeley

Today I decided to drop in to my favorite gas station and pick up a Friday sweet cake and Starbucks cold frapachino. For months I had stopped in there and picked up a cup of their terrible coffee. The coffee was not the reason I stopped there. I stopped there because of an old delightful woman named Deb. We had become acquaintances and would spend 15 minuets talking about her grand children and my son and the state of the world. She was smart and funny. The first few times I stopped in I had forgotten her name. It became a bit of a joke so I would ask her, her name every time. She would smile and tell me ...

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Anything

Anything

|Shorties|Aaron Blakeley

Tammy Pusher sat staring longingly out of the window. The wind blew their tall grass in waves across the lawn. She always wanted a nice lawn but with everything she did with the kids she never had the time or energy. The trash sat overflowing in its can, just another thing that she did not have the energy to do. Nothing would please her more than to have someone cut her lawn and give her a back rub. She could feel the muscles tighten at the sound of the kids needing feeding again. “Mommy Mommy Mommy” they cried. She loved them both dearly but she could barely muster the will, to feed herself let alone them. In the hall she ...

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The Suite

The Suite

|Shorties|Aaron Blakeley

Every morning I saw him. He would emerge out of the woods as naked as the day he was born…. except with more hair. He would stand there reluctantly as if he were waiting for the perfect moment. Then with a sigh and a look of mischief on his face he would raise his right hand and snap his fingers. From the trees and the woods they came squirrels all different colors and sizes. They would run up his legs and onto his shoulders. Then they would cling to one another till they had formed a long coat around him. Their heads were buried underneath one another so that from a simple glance you could not tell that the coat ...

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Stressed

Stressed

|Shorties|Aaron Blakeley

It had been “mid day” since I opened my eyes. I love the morning but mid day had over took the morning while riding a rocket made of large rat bones. It smelled like lemons. At work I had been chipping away at the solid block of obsidian that is my email when I found a client request with a deadline of today. I have always treated the people I manage with respect and kindness. I knew they had my back so I tried to always have theirs. I burst into John’s office “John I know you have a lot on your plate but I need this client file resolved by the end of the day!” A sharp tink sound ...

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Do You Know Where Your Thoughts Are

Do You Know Where Your Thoughts Are

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

What is my greatest fear? My greatest fear is being in a cave or tube underwater that feeling of drowning with no escape. My next biggest is big fake heads like the Micky Mouse from Disney World. Man I could tell you stories about this weird phobia. My next greatest fear is one that always skits on the edge of my life, threatening to be come a reality. I fear becoming an old cranky grumpy man. I’m fine with becoming an old man. I am terrified of becoming someone that makes the lives of his loved ones uncomfortable with a negative attitude. I would hate one day to look in the mirror and see that my default face is a ...

Making Known

Making Known

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

There is a nerdcore rap artist named M.C. Frontalot and he has a song about all those adults and semi adults who dress up as super heroes and comic book characters at conventions. I believe the phrasing goes something like: they’ll tell you what the lifestyle’s about. With the purrs and growls, and the scent of upholstery. Even though they’re all on display, I think mostly these ones found invisibility spell. Can’t see who they really are at all. Oh well. That has always struck me as very poignant. It takes a whole lot of courage to become a Christian and it takes even more to stay that way. Everyday more and more society’s moral sea which is not my own attempts ...

Category: Christianity

Learning To Read

Learning To Read

|Parenting|Aaron Blakeley

It has been interesting watching my son learn how to read. He has whined and complained about every aspect of reading. He does not want to sound out letters or memorize his sight words. In contrast to this he has shown huge leaps in comprehension and a deep interest in any story you tell him. TV and video games do not hold his attention like someone reading to him. This is happening along my own struggles with reading. I love reading and assimilating knowledge. However it takes me a while to read. I am the quintessential slow reader. I feel I must read every word carefully and understand its meaning. That is how I approach the world looking at the ...

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