Smile Wednesday

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Guest Frydahy Nspirationz! AK FROG drop it like its hot!

So while your usual lyrical mistress recuperates, I’ve hijacked the realm of the boxes of the tools. Knowing that I have unlimited power is a great feeling, and I could totally shape the universe to my will. That being said, instead the princesses wishes will be respected, my plans rejected, thoughts re-inspected, and with no further adieu, Here is a link to something that I assure you, will blow your minds. Watch this mixing of two worlds, and in turn, make something with two flavors not usually associated. I recommend gummy bears and Doritos. seriously

Underwater valley

Kinda Friday

This is a weird week. There were elections for the mayor and a few proposals—it caused quite a stir. Then there was tickets released for the Eddie Izzard show. Oh! And remember how I said I got a project at work I knew how to do? Apparently not.  I feel like this week was a weird balance of kinda-bad luck and kinda-good luck making it into a kinda- interesting week.  Whatever, I have high hopes for the weekend.

Oh, and I got one idea and flew into a writer’s frenzy. O___O

Y’all got any cool stories?

–Here are some ideas-

The three boxes were in front of him. He set down his mask tentatively and reached for…

The calendar on the wall still said September with the large happy aardvark. Even though it was April she couldn’t bear to let it go.

The book fell down from the library shelves onto its spine and out fell the perfumed stationary.

Her hair fell in long cascading waves of sepia tones.

The paint washed over his skin. He wrinkled his nose at the smell as he watched the colors cover him.

The rocking chair went back and forth as it silently considered

Lime, sea, leap

Sunflowers

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Well, what’s your posion?

EDIT: This happened in China…

Smile Wednesday

Things that made me happy today:
1. I wrote a nice story for class
Possible tittles:
My first week at Summer Camp
The Catfish
Something that sounds cool

erm, its a work in progress….

2.  I got a tough assignment at work and I actually know what to do
3. My grandmother helped me in creating a new recipe
4.  My outfit… don’t judge, but it’s fun for me to dress up a little

My reaction–

What are things you are proud you did today?

This is for you:

Oh! Oh! I finally spelled Wednessday Wednesday in the title right on the first try!

Hope the rest of your week is marvelous.
(There I used the m-word, you owe $5 because it is in fact still acceptable to use. You know who you are.)

Inspiration Friday with a side of Lasagna

I got to see a really awesome debate today. Yes, I know, my terrible secret comes out. I like debating, I love economics, and Star Trek is my comfort food (but for the telly). I guess this means I’m a nerd or something. Anyway: debate. The 1% is killing the American Dream. I don’t think that this topic was handled as well as it should have been. The two sides didn’t really address each other. It was still entertaining, but in the end I didn’t vote on the issue so much as I voted on the better debate team. Then after debate I went to a bakery and the gym. I like the gym just for the endorphins I get afterwards. And of course, no day is complete without some chaotic element which brings me to diner. In an attempt to feed my Italian cravings I made lasagna. Or I would have if I had not broken the lasagna pan, a mason jar, and spilled red punch in the process. Yes, that is exactly what it would like if I horrifically murdered Mr. Body (because the lead pipe is so mainstream). Thank you Flying Spaghetti Monster God for reaching out your noodly appendage to grant my humble small slushy town with an Olive Garden. Seriously, this is news.

I have to write a story for my Creative Writing class due on Tuesday, and I am freaking out. I think I may have to resort to real life, because let’s face it: Reality exists merely to contradict it’s self on a daily basis by spontaneously erupting into bursts of randomly weird things.

If you have any ideas, feel free to share. As always, you can email me at: toolbox.submissions@gmail.com

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The camel considered, albeit briefly, the ramifications of his latest plot. A week in the stables for scaring the crap out of American tourists? Worth it.

The earth is slow but the buffalo is patient.

April 1st came on Saturday this year, and Audrey noticed it was oddly quiet. She even checked her calendar twice.

That awkward moment when the guest in hotel room 304 calls down to the front desk asking about special movie channels.

#51: Discovering a new country.

“Jim, you’re missing the point. You don’t wear a bathing suit to pool. You were jeans and I give you a Pool Cue. Just- just- go take off those swim trunks. Did you really think the bar had a pool in the back?”

Anna Marrie Lynn’s piggy bank would not break, and all the coins she’d saved rattled inside while she tried to break it.

The camera obscura flips images, turns things around, and that was the crux of the issue. It’s hard enough when things are in black and white.

“No, I am not making this up. Absolutely the lasagna pan dropped itself.”

Castiel is adorable

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No, seriously guys. If you have anything to share to kick me in to writing my story I’d be much obliged. I have three half ideas right now but nothing fleshed out. Oy vey. I’ll be in the corner muttering half ideas and doing needle point because I can. 

Write on!

See y’all soon.

When the Mirror Breaks

I always enjoy opening up my mail box and seeing something new. This comes to us from, well she didn’t really say. I’ll just assume it’s some place much warmer than Slush-ville. I just want to add here as a side note, that the email for toolbox isn’t just for submissions. You’re always welcome to say hello.

To the main event! Enjoy her piece of poetry!

 

Reflection
by S.

Stripped down
Nothing separates me
From myself
Seen as I truly am
Not want to be
Or how others see me
But exactly what I am
Blessing and curse
I am wretchedly beautiful
Tragically elated
The veil torn away
Lifted from my eyes
Beautiful horror
My saving grace
To see and be seen
Most fully
And find absolution
Undeserved,  freely given