Three beginnings no middle and an end.

Arendel awoke, he went to his bedroom ,took his socks from his bureau drawer and drown them in the bathtub.This damped down his anxiety to a functional level. Not that everything was great .There still was the  matter of the 12 dreams from the night before. The memories from those dreams were inhabiting his house!From dream 8 5 people were sitting on his couch. The mule from dream 12 was in the kitchen. And the Rats from six were in the spare bedroom ;plotting. They were working out the details on how to murder Arendel.He needed to rid himself of these unwanted guests. When he suddenly remembered as quick as a wink what the magician had told from dream three. Just close your eyes wait ten beats of your heart then blink three timesand say... go away.... go away... go away. So he did it. He closed his eyes.Ten beats of his heart.Blinked three times ,then said go away ,go away, go away. He opened his eyes the mule the rats and the five people on the couch we're gone.

Unfortunately at the kitchen table was the Magician smoking crack.,"Told you it would work baby". Arendel saw that it wasn't really a Magician;he was more a 60s hippie or an 80s crackhead or businessman from 2000. The Magician said to Ari "you got a Bic lighter". In his hand was a glass stem;the crack equivalent of the freebase pipes with screens and tequila and melting .No time for all that .If you give me that lighter we can get busy we've got a lot of work to do. What do I have to do with you? I don't even know who you are, Except from the dream last night. The Magician laughing said, do you have that lighter. Yes I have a lighter here in the drawer. He reluctantly handed him the lighter. He lit his stem. Whatever was in the the glass started to Crackle ..Streams of purple reddish smoke curled skywards. Ahhhhhh that's better. Okay lot to do today,lets get started. Again a little more agitated this time....What do I have to do with you? 

Well , we have to cop some more crack. Second we have to find some way for you to stop dreaming and 3rd we have to get that big black leech from the back of your neck. Randall screamed get it off get it off me. Calm down it only wanted some of your blood. Come here little boy. Go away now to dreamville .dreamville dreamville. you go back go back goback. The black blood bug went back.

So I made my way towards the door followed closely behind my my new cross to bear the Magician with the habit...He nudged me in a friendly movement to help me see the two rats with poison dart guns hiding behind the SUV directly in front of my Mustang....I gave him a yeah so now what look and he shot back a curious what the fuck do I know, as a dart whistled past my left ear .Out of the corner of my eye I saw the larger rat smack the shooter in the back of his grey furry head..You missed stupid!..We ran to the car before they could reload and off we went into the night.NioNo NoNogood . Rats and magicians

I threw the iPad to the floor .This story was going nowhere...I can't waste time with this dribble..The editors are looking for unique not foolish...I started to my pill drawer. a good nights sleep would strengthen my ability as a wordsmith and my Oxie's would do my imagination good..I started my ritual..Make my mind a dream catcher. Swallowed the four pills while drinking the tequila slowly but greedily... Tommorow is the day i find a beautiful middle to my story ...I'll show them...Ican write I can make words sing. I can make people smile with a glimpse of the absurd and a pinch of reality.mixed with some smooth Smilies and an alliteration or two and then maybe a head nodding metaphor mixed in with the usual bullshit that makes a good writer special.I tell you I will.I swear to you I can.. I will.I can .I will.I can..I wiiii .SLEEP CAME TO ALEX.

Next morning the silent thumb taps started early.....

The teacher wasn't amused ...In fact she was angry.Angry that Chris Taylor wasn't responding to her questions. Angry that the simple essay assignment (what are your hopes and dreams)had been so disrespected.Angry that the class was so amused by Chris's essay.

As she looked down at the 1st page of Taylor's paper..the abcdefghijklmonopqrstuvwxyz....was repeated 9 times.Same on 2nd 3rd and final page,39 alphabets..Oh and the title "My Soup"

Chris was silent.He put his head down in the the shame pose of a beleaguered young man.

The teacher was having none of it.She stalked him with the alacrity of young cheetah.Slowly she approached his desk circled from the right and got in his face.Well Mr Taylor I'm waiting. Why ChrisTOPHER. Is 

THE BOY LOOKED UP AND POINTED TO HIS PAPER .THE ANSWER IS IN THERE HE SAID .YOU HAVE ALL THE LETTERS JUST MAKE THE WORDS..THIS SENT THE CLASS INTO A SERIES OF OHHHS AND UH OHS.LIKE A SYMPHONY OF YOU' BETTER NOT.

QUIET! MRS DOTSON WAS NOW LIVID .THE ANGER SHONE IN A EERIE MISMANAGED ID.EVERYONE OUT .GO .LEAVE .THE CLASS SLOWLY ROSE IN A HURRY UP.MODE.ALL EXCEPT CHRISTOPHER AND HIS USED TO BE GIRL gibby.WILL YOU BE ALRIGHT?Sure gib just fucking fine ....Mrs D cousin didn't bother to comment on the language she just pointed her finger and said ....get out.Chris liked at her with a disappointment that is usually reserved for when your blood lets you down..He started to walk out pushed past gibby and with a pitiful face of dread .says I thought you would get it....I was hoping you'd get it I was praying you'd get it ....And with that he walked away....Gib turned to Mrs Dotson get what ? I don't know I have no idea what he means.

Later that evening Gibby went to see Chris,as she knocKed on the door she noticed a small candle flickering in the front room. It illuminated the silent body of her ex boyfriend.She screamed louder then the music that was blasting from a car speaker.Louder then the television sound ,level 62.Louder then Mrs Dotson you was wailing and sobbing over the body.She stopped the CV ontest and asked in a rather demure voice,What happened.

What happened?I said to my character in a somewhat less then demure scream.I'll tell what happened, another story that goes nowhere .And today is a step backwards, at least yesterday's had imagination this was a concept gone wrong.

And it had took him all day.The rewrites ...The crumbled start overs and the final full stop.He was terrible a non descript hack not even a hack a meaningless scribbler,posing as a scribe.

It was time to get some much deserved drug induced sleep...This was the part of writing that tore at him .The realization that maybe he would never be any good .Sure his teachers and professors had praised him told him he was innovation,had a unique cv voice but since then not one judge in these infernal writing contests had picked him Not one of the many editors he hired to help with his storylines had been impressed.Not one of his many close friends and relatives had made him feel that he was special.Not one of hie readings to himself late at night in the silence of his loneliness had impressed him.Not one of the pages was worth a rewrite .So his nightly ritual of drink and pills would be performed once again.Even this was a kind of rut.He swallowed his misery He swallowed his pride and then he swallowed his light yellow liquid with his round white bringer of sleep.Sleep came to Arendel.

Morning came with the antonym hanging in the air..So he started with pen and pad for a change... My mind was crystal meth.The words flowed out like I was a real writer.

Stop no more my mind is going.Stop i beg ..The scream cut short the you.The mucus and black Blood that spewed from her mouth instead made a whooshing sound.Mr___ laughed uncontrollably..Stop please stop the sick torturer said in a sarcastic mimic.... I'm going to wet myself...He then buried the box cutter deep into her labia and the whoosh turned back into a scream ...He peed himself.

His laughter turned to melancholy when he saw the eyes of his young victim slowly turn to the nothing stare...He hated the nothing stare..It was the same as when ...He ripped at the body with the box cutter..screaming obscene thoughts about his still eyed mother..The first to disappoint him a long time ago.