A.G.E's Joint

A single beam of light found it’s away through the blinds and into her eye. Slowly, she stirred. Where was she? Legs cramping, the bed creaked as she shifted into a more comfortable position...   I wrote this log line yesterday as a story builder. I didn’t know the character’s name, how she got into this bed, or whether she was alone. I’ve handled characters like her before. Naive and vulnerable, it may have been her first time waking up in a strange place. The start of an adventure, either good or bad.   Opening the news feed this morning gave me a similar feeling. Where am I? Have I really fallen through the looking glass into a warped vision of humanity? Did one of my very darkest scenarios of all time actually come to pass?    It’s 9:17 AM EST and the powder fog is lifting a bit. A man decided to declare war against his fellow man. The motives for his actions are unknown and honestly, do not matter. Early reports show he was a local of some means, ...

A woman in ruby red shoes Out of place on the porch Blue smock and white pinafore Clutching a rabbits foot Older than the hills, younger than a baby Her story is to behold Long ago In a wheat field The storm blew, lifting her gingham skirts High above the rainbow A yellow brick road in the distance But it was not to be The slide formed Past the pot o'gold she went. Falling, Falling Landing with a bump On top of a blonde haired girl. "Oh, excuse me. She said, lending a hand Who are you?" Brushing the dust "Alice. " She replied "I'm hunting rabbit And, you?" "Dorothy. I'm running from an old maid." Alice frowned "Well, before you rudely dropped in Honey Bunny went left." Curious, Dorothy asked "Is it true what they say?" Alice smirked "Much more to the story Than officially told. I wasn't so innocent I was so bold. Peeking in...