Wednesday, October 20, 2021

The Regret Scream #WEPFF #WEP Flash Fiction and Memorial Obituaries

WEP 2021 SCREAM Oct


This part isn't my entry, but it is an excerpt from the project I plan to work on during NaNoWriMo this year, and it includes a scream:
Jamie's 2021 Nano Story scream excerpt


Link to my NaNoWriMo project.

During Covid-19, a teen craniopharyngioma survivor masks and vaccinated, but her family is opposed. She's dead to them for using precautions. But is she ACTUALLY dead?

When I had craniopharyngioma I wondered what might happen if I died. What would it be like for my birthday-twin brother on our birthday? Or for our parents?
Well, now I know.




Onto the entry:

Where this Scream story came from--
๐Ÿ’ญ
I had a f๐Ÿคฌked up dream nightmare that the antimaskers won. And everyone just gave up on fighting Covid. The death toll was 80 million a year worldwide, but everyone was okay with it. "We're fighting global warming! The bodies of the dead are keeping us warm!" Public places, like malls and museums, were buying dead bodies to burn. People were the new firewood. Except there were scientists on tv pleading, "the zeta variant can be transmitted after death. The burning bodies are spreading the virus. We will go extinct!"

๐Ÿ˜ท

#tagline = The Regret Scream is a dystopian flash fiction where Covid is also spread by burning infected bodies, and an antimasker commits manslaughter.

993 words FCA


The Regret Scream


Smoke rises from old chimneys, darkening the air and dirtying the laundry that had been hung out to dry. I cough, hack, and wheeze while pulling my bedsheets from the clothesline. My neighbor watches from her porch. I know she wants to yell that I ought to wear a mask. She was always Covid-shaming people in our neighborhood. That's outlawed talk now. I nod to her, giving a smirk the equivalent of a middle finger.

A bell rings as a cart comes to my street. I head to the curb.

"Bring out your dead!" The bell chimes again as the cart nears. It stops at my house. "Anyone for me today, Jimbo?"

I shake my head. "I can't believe you're doing this job."

Nurse Falcone rings his bell again. "Eh, beats the old days. No one vomits on me, I don't empty bedpans, and there are no complaints when I take a bathroom break."

We wave goodbye. In the former times, I delivered flowers. Nurse Falcone was often on duty when I dropped off my daily bouquets. Then the vaccine mandate for healthcare workers was enacted and he quit. When the mandate was expanded to delivery folk, I quit too. Weren't many flowers going anywhere but funeral homes by then anyway.

I take the bus to my sister's place. This transport is too loud, always has been. But since it runs on renewables, it's one of the few things that works anymore. I miss my car. Gasoline prices topped out at $30 a gallon, a price beyond what anyone could afford, so the stations mostly shut down. The bus passes what was once an Exxon station. Valdez seemed like the worst they'd deal with once. Graffiti of colorful curse words shows that worse came to pass. The company went bankrupt, laying off the surviving six thousand employees. They claimed the other eight thousand had died in under a year. Probably a bluff to get a government bailout. We can't afford their gasoline so they take our tax dollars instead. Typical! 

Cans and fishing line try to trip me up as I approach my sister's place. Boobytraps to keep people away from her door. She's unhinged, but she's my sister.

"Trish! It's Wednesday," I holler while knocking on her door. 

An upstairs window slides open. "Yeah? There been a change?"

I roll my eyes. "No. That mean you're still not gonna let me in? I came across town on one of those stupid busses. Have a meal with your only brother."

"And then who would take care of our only mother? Bad enough you have me opening this window."

"It isn't airborne you tool! Stop buying into the propaganda. Come on, it's just dinner."

Why did I come here? I fold my hands over my head as she sobs. "I can't. I want to, but it isn't safe. Please get vaccinated and quarantine in the tent so I can let you in. Mom and I miss you."

Stupid sheep. Before she can protest, I leap up a tree and climb to her window. "Stop living in fear. You and mom need to get out."

I yank down her mask, kiss her nose, and then drop back down to the door. She screams and cries as I walk away. 

She'll see. When she's fine in a week, two weeks, maybe a month. She'll see the world isn't dangerous, and neither am I.

No dinner here, so I trudge down to the mall. Flopping onto a bench, I wait for my coughing fit to end. Probably just thirsty. 

The mostly abandoned former shopping mecca looms before me. Half of it is an assisted living facility, and part is apartments, but the food court is thriving. The major chains all went under, crying that they couldn't get workers. People rather starve than work. Acting like a line cook and a CEO both deserve enough pay for a big house, childcare, food, medical care, and whatever else. Now those former line cooks are bodies in the fire pit. Everything is roasted over them. I get a squab and squash skewer to eat on the bus ride home.

~

Fourteen days pass. There's a knock on my door. 

"Jim Bobalda?" Two medical officers in bio-suits ask. 

"Yeah?" They require a swab and fingerprints verification. The machine beeps and a red light comes on. "What? Am I not me?"

"Sir, you're infected. Probably got it from a burning body. Are you vaccinated? Wear a mask?"

"Hell no I ain't vaccinated." I rip off my shirt, showing my tattoo. "Face Freedom Force! No masks."

The officers exchange glances and take a step back before consulting their device again. "We've come to inform you of the death of your mother and sister. Based on this swab, you carry the strand they were infected by. Did you have contact?"

"What?" My knees give out.

"Contact. Have you had contact in the last five to twenty days?"

"Yeah. Trish and I were supposed to have dinner two weeks ago. She didn't let me in though."

They exchange glances. "No mask?"

I press my forehead to the ground. This can't be real. It can't be true. I hear them repeat the question, but they're a million miles away.

Someone grabs my arm. There's a siren in the distance. Someone says they're the police.

"What?" I say again, hoping I heard wrong. That my family isn't dead, isn't gone.

Metal tightens against my wrist. 

"A security camera caught it. He infected them. Can't make these types vaccinate or wear a mask, but certainly can haul them away for manslaughter."

Miranda rights are recited three times as I'm carted off. 

Trish and mom are probably in a cart. Bodies sold by whoever found them. I can't even say goodbye.

"No!" I hear the scream. It isn't until my throat aches that I realize I'm the one screaming. I grab my face. If only I had worn a mask.



I know two people who are battling multiple myeloma right now. ๐Ÿ˜•
I mentioned last WEP that two of my relatives have serious cancer. Well, one of them, that's the kind of cancer. The other was brain cancer, which was my mother-in-law, and she has now passed away.
Frankly, I've had enough of death. My brother-in-law died of an infection. 19 days later, my mom had a heart attack and died ๐Ÿ’”, and 19 days after that is when my mother-in-law died. 
So I'm done. 
None of my writing right now is especially "good." It's anger and pain. This is me, SCREAMING.
My brother called me that morning to say my dad was taking my mom to the hospital because she was feeling a little weird, weak and dizzy. She was diabetic and it was early, so I thought maybe just low blood sugar. ๐Ÿช I thought they'd feed her a cookie and she'd be okay. But then I got this text from my dad. And I screamed "WHAT" for nearly an hour. 


I drafted the first half of this post before the triple-death-blows. I'm going to attempt Nano, but I'm not as amped up about it as usual. If I manage to write at all, that'll be a "win" to me. 

In memory:

obits 2021


(Some of you also know my husband's cousin, J Lenni Dorner. Obviously he was related, distantly, too, and is also devastated by these losses.)

Friday, August 20, 2021

#POEM Bullets or Blood Cells #WEP #WEPFF

WEP freedom of speech
https://writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com/2021/08/wep-2021-continues-artistic-inspiration.html


I haven't written poetry in almost two decades. Which is odd, since I was very dedicated to it before. Won awards and everything. 
My life is very messed up right now. My soul hurts. I have two immediate family members who found out they have very serious cancer THIS MONTH. Oh, and it's my 42 birthday on Saturday. ๐ŸŽ‚

So I know this isn't very good. I know there's basically nothing left inside me. 
I'd like to have this freeform poem in decent enough shape to turn into a sharable image. That's my goal. So if you spot an error in grammar or spelling, or have a simple word substitution type suggestion, I'm open.  234 words
I am in America.
This isn't going to be award-winning. This is more that I'm screaming into the void and am SO TIRED of fighting misinformed people. Freedom of Speech is me writing this and publishing it, sharing it with you. Sort of an abstract take on the prompt.

๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿ’‰ Put the mask on and get the vaccine if you can!

- Jamie

๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น 

SARS-CoV-2 is an abbreviation for severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2, also known as Covid-19 for Dec 2019 when it was first identified in; sometimes shortened to Covid or The Covid.


50 nm to 140 nm - That's the size of the Covid virus. One nanometer (1 nm) is equal to 0.000000001 meter.

๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น ๐Ÿ›ˆ๐Ÿ’โ„น


Bullets or Blood Cells
 

What if Covid wasn't so small? 

Nanometers are invisible to the naked eye. 

We cannot harm them with our full-size weapons.

No wooden stake, silver bullet, or iron sword will pierce it.

Yet it can harm us.

To death. To extinction. 


It floats on the air.

Or lies on a surface there. 

Waiting.

Created with a patience 

Beyond what most humans possess.


What if it was larger?

Visible to the eye.

The size of a rat or a soda can.

What then would people do?


Would there be a vaccine?

Training instructions for our own cells inside.

Would you decide to get two shots?

Or load your gun

And fire at will?


How many Americans would not be dead 

If Covid could be seen?

If the NRA held rallies 

To kill the virus clean?

Which side of the aisle 

Might we stand on then

If bearing arms was the savior instead?


What if it were bee size?

If it were an insect with a head.

The government would spray 

To cover all our ground

But for two weeks you'd need to stay indoors 

And masks need be worn

Would you quarantine then?


But Covid is not big,

Though its impact is.

That which we cannot shoot 

Is considered fake to many

We won't send a blood cell

In our gun hands' stead

Better that we wait and die

Covid wins in the end?


- Jamie Aug 2021


Thursday, July 22, 2021

Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award

Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award

Thank you to J R Vincente for this nomination. The blog is Adult Content, and is very fun to read when you're in a kinky kind of mood. It's gotten even better since Jayden has teamed up with Richard on the blog.

https://jrvincente.com/

Rules for the Award

  1. Thank the person who has nominated you and provide a link back to their blog.
  2. Answer their questions.
  3. Nominate up to 9 other bloggers and ask them 5 new questions.
  4. Notify the nominees through their blog by visiting and commenting on their blog.
  5. List the rules and display the “Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award” logo.

The questions I was asked by Jayden and Richard:

  1. How much do you like to snuggle?
    • I freaking LOVE to snuggle. I'm affectionate. But I know other people aren't, so I tend to keep my need to myself, or I hug my purse, a pillow, a toy animal, or even just hold my own hand. 
  2. What’s your favorite place to go on Vacation?
    • What's a vacation? Oh right, that weekend adventure that happened the last pre-Covid weekend. That was, what, a million months ago? 
      Yeah, I don't know. I LOVE the beach, the ocean. But I can't be in the hot. So the beach in the late autumn or early spring, when it's too cold for all the normal people.
  3. What is your favorite kink that you haven’t blogged about?
    • I don't think I've blogged about this, but it is something a fair amount of people know about me. I'm really turned on by black leather boots. 
      See below.
      I'd like to tell you the boots at least have to be on a person... but no. The boot pictures below are sexier and more attractive to me than most people are.
  4. Do you think Jayden should go for her Doctorate? (Or, do you see a value in getting a Doctorate?)
    • I guess that depends on her goals. I think there's great value in learning just to learn. On the other hand, it's a funny thing about the word "value" because in America it means "astoundingly expensive," and she's got a fair amount on her plate as far as costs goes right now. So there would have to be a trade-off, Dr. JRV would need to be paid enough to cover the costs of that education. 
      Just for ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿ™ด๐Ÿ˜†, I'll pretend that Jayden lives in one of those nutty countries where they give out education for free. Then yes, absolutely! Heck, get a double doctorate in math and language, with a minor in special education and a few sign languages. Go improve the world for the next generation. Then run for Congress or something. Run as the doctor who, unlike McGreevey, isn't going to resign for LGBTQ+ or Poly reasons, because you'll flat out announce that it's who you are and you're not hiding over it. 
      ๐Ÿค” Wait, that might require you to move to a more populated area with way more Democrats. Then I'd have to miss you even more! Gah...
      But I'd still get to be super proud of you, even if you were just another person in my newsfeed for a dozen years. Go change their mindsets. Go make them care about others. Give them HE๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’!
  5. What do you hate most about blogging?
    • I'm mostly talking to myself here. 
      But I generally blog things I don't want to say on Facebook or Instagram. 
      I'm mostly just leaving parts of myself in case anyone cares to glance at them one day.
      But unless I suddenly get super famous for something, I'm pretty sure this blog isn't going to matter to anyone in the future. Much like it barely matters to anyone right now. 
      Maybe it's okay that one day I'll be gone and the people my age and older will be gone, and there really won't be generations after who think about me long enough to dig this blog up. So I guess I hate that I have thoughts and experiences to share, but knowing that it won't matter. There's a peaceful emptiness in that. And I know the gut reaction is to argue "It's a Wonderful Life" style, but it's just an honest truth and not something I'm working toward changing. I'm only answering a question here, not pleading for help. 

Black Leather Boots ๐Ÿ˜ Black Leather Boots men


Nominations: 
All of my nominees commented on my blog during the April A to Z Challenge 2021.


My five questions to my nominees:

  1. If an employee under extreme stress says (verbally or written) something that is construed as insensitive to a group of people (age, gender, religion, orientation, etc), should that employee be terminated/ not have their contract renewed, or should they be given one more chance if they agree to some sort of approved sensitivity training reeducation program? 
  2. At what age is it no longer appropriate to Trick-or-Treat for yourself? (Meaning exceptions are in place if accompanying a younger child, such as taking a younger sibling ToT so parents can stay at the house and give out candy.
  3. Would you support or oppose a mandate that 75% of the human population be required to be vaccinated against Covid-19 (SARS-CoV-2 including variants and mutations)? Would your answer change if this mandate were global, your country only, or your local area only? Is there a number or percent of deaths that would influence your support or opposition of such as mandate?
  4. Should celebrities be given exceptions to laws, rules, and terms of service? If so, how famous does one have to be to get that exception?
  5. What is your favorite recipe to use with leftover cooked turkey? Or, what is your favorite summer pasta salad recipe? 

PLEASE let me know if you make a post with your answers! I don't want to miss reading it.

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Are Emojis Vital in Text ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜ฎ

๐Ÿค”

Now I wonder if tone plays a part. (Which, of course, tone is removed online.) 

For example, if I said 

"I'm miskmusha!" 

Online, you'd maybe look it up and realize it's not a word and then try to figure out my typo. And even Google is like "I got nothing." So you could click like or care and move on. Or ask what it means- maybe it's a fandom. 


But if we're in person, and I cry ๐Ÿ˜ซ "I'm miskmusha!" 

Is the initial response just, "no you're not, <words of comfort>"? Even though you still have no idea what the word means, but you know I'm upset. 

Whereas if I'm all, 

๐Ÿ˜๐ŸŽ‰ "I'm miskmusha!" 

You might just give me a ๐Ÿ– high five and reply, "yeah you are!" Again, even though you have no idea what the word means. 


So basically, does this explain the popularity and perhaps even NECESSITY of mixing emojis with text in online conversations? Because typed words lack tone. 

"๐Ÿ˜ I'm fat! ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ฏ❗✔๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’—"

"๐Ÿ˜ญ I'm fat! ๐Ÿ˜ซ☠๐Ÿ’”"

With emojis there is now a base tone. The reader knows if the poster is looking for applause ๐Ÿ‘ and celebration (...and is perhaps willing to even fight trolls), or if the poster desires comfort and maybe someone to offer help "I'll hit the gym with you." That sort of thing. 


๐Ÿค” This feels like it could be a great philosophical essay. ๐Ÿง 



*Inspiration source:

Meme share from screenshot 

Twitter @showupforthis 5/28/18 8:43pm (plus two replies 2 hours later)

 

Thursday, July 8, 2021

Law and Covid

 Let's take a moment to discuss what will ACTUALLY bring Covid to a hault in 'Merica.

Either:

1) The non-vaccinated anti-maskers all die from Covid or Delta.

Or

2) The lawyers come out of hibernation with a vengeance. "Have you or a loved one suffered or died because of Covid? Did an employer not provide safe working conditions? Did someone around you not follow CDC guidelines? Call our law firm today! Medical bills, pain and suffering, funeral costs, loss of income, hardships-- we will fight to get you the financial compensation you deserve. Call now." 

Once those ads start running nonstop, there's gonna be a change. Realizing money is at stake will change things. Human life? Meh, they don't care. But once they're getting sued into the ground by dozens of people... that's gonna cause change. 

Before you argue-- secondhand smoke. They started suing for damages from second hand smoke. What happened? Places went smoke free. 

"It's my business if I wanna smoke!" ๐Ÿšฌ

Sure it is. But it's not okay for your choice to harm or kill another person. That's where we draw the line.

"It's my choice to wear a mask or not." ๐Ÿ˜ท

Not if your choice results in someone getting Covid because you spread the infection, typhoid Mary. (And FYI, typhoid Mary didn't suffer from typhoid. She was peachy fine. But she infected so many people that history remembers her name. So you might be fine, not feel any Covid issues, but it doesn't mean you're not a carrier infecting others.) 


So there you go. 

You want it to end? Start suing. 

Monday, May 17, 2021

Rant About Lack of Masks and Caring for Others





Crossposting to my blog because I'm sure Facebook will take my rant away.


“Adding a layer of nylon stocking over the masks minimized the flow of air around the edges of the masks and improved particle filtration efficiency for all masks,” the authors wrote in the study.
The nylon outer layer was able to increase the filtering capability of homemade cloth masks to match or even exceed that of medical-grade surgical masks; however, not the in-demand N95 respirators.
The health agency recommends that masks be made of at least two layers of fabric. They will also be more beneficial if a paper towel or coffee filter is put inside a sewn-in pocket on the mask.

"When in doubt about the quality of your mask material, conduct the light test, Segal advised. Hold up your fabric to the light, and check if you can see the individual fibers in it. If you can, it's likely too thin to provide adequate protection."
source


My other rant is about this mask in this picture. ๐Ÿ˜ท "I'm wearing a mask!" Yeah... you're wearing a stocking that wouldn't even cover you enough to confuse the facial recognition from a Facebook algorithm, much less block a virus. Just because you think you aren't a carrier doesn't mean you aren't. 




 

Monday, May 3, 2021

#atozchallenge Reflection 2021

Reflections 2021 #atozchallenge


My theme for 2021 was a Young Adult short story. A double-date in the 1990s. An established teen couple set up their best friends with each other, but it didn't go well.


What post should I use for the road trip?

A is Possibly for Assignation is where the story starts, so that's the most logical.

U is for Underwear got the second most views.

L is for Love, Lies, and Lori had a big cliff-hanger.



I LOVE the comments I got on the Y post! ๐Ÿ’– My writer's heart is overwhelmed with joy.

Maybe 90's YA should be the genre I write from now on? Is that a thing?

Should I finish the story as a novella? 

Comments on Jamie's blog Y post


The thing I learned this year is that I shouldn't start taking a class online during April if I want to keep up with commenting. ๐Ÿ˜•



I ordered a shirt. Here it is against one my NaNoWriMo shirts of the same size. The A to Z shirt is cut a little smaller, especially in the arm/ chest area.