Loonyklownz's Stories

Cubbies

2007-11-22T00:51:19Z

I will always remember the first time I walked through the gates at Wrigley Field. I was 8 and a girl going with my boy cousin Kenny. He was attending college and had season tickets and invited me and my younger sister to go. He introduced us to his buddies who were called the Bleacher Bums. He bought us hotdogs, and candy, and soda.

Now cousin Kenny has passed away and I am a woman with children and even a grandaughter. I’m 40. I live in Utah. I am still a Cubbies fan. I watch every game when I can, if work doesn’t interfere.

My dad died in July. He used to watch with me in his home in Chicago, we weould i/m comments about the game, the pitches, the players. He hated baseball and would only watch because I did.

I miss these two men alot. I miss Chicago. I miss Wrigley Field.

{Post-it Challenge} The game

2007-11-21T22:49:46Z

I sat waiting to take a call and notice my stack of purple post-it notes. Blank. Waiting.
I shrug and pick up the first one. What to do?
BLEEP !
Damn a call.
I finish with the customer and pick up the post-it. I play with the glue on the bottom. I use it to pick some lint off my blouse. I hate my bouse, it’s pink. I hate pink. I hate bleach, its what made my blouse pink.
BLEEP !
Another call.
Stupid idiot just wanted to know how much it would cost to order checks and then got made that he had to pay for them. Well, duh.
I pick up my purple post-it again and notice how very square it is. I start to fold it into an airplane.
I launch it to my friend who sits 3 cubes behing me. It didn’t make it.
BLEEP !
Stupid customers.
Wow! this guy bought the matching leather cover to his checks!
I retreive my airplane and launch it back at my friend again. She caught it, getting into the game.
BLEEP !

Cold World 3

2007-11-21T22:33:01Z

I Try and stand again. I make it to my feet. Wobbly and unsure, my head swims. Every second I take to try and gain some sort of clarity and strength mean another slippage of the sun into the horizon. I take my first step towards the trail. A second, at the third I slip and fall. I look around and notice a large rock that my frozen bare feet hadn’t felt. I struggle up and follow the trail in the quickly diminishing light. I use the trees to hold me up while I follow the trail.
I see light. Not the sun, thats behind me. I see light ahead of me. I stagger in that direction, and fall again. I lay there. I hear a door shut. I try to focus on what the light could be coming from. A car? A house? I hear steps coming towards me. I am afraid and feel a hot torrent of liquid seeping beneth me. It felt good.

The Arm From Nowhere

2007-11-21T21:54:41Z

“Ugh. ” I said. Goose had just thrown himself on my bed and flung an arm over my face.
“What do you think you are doing?” I asked, flinging his arm back at him.
“Who, me? Nothing. I haven’t done anything, just minding my own business, ” he said with a smirk on his face.
“Oh, I get it. So this arm doesn’t belong to you? It’s perfectly ok for me to kinda rip it out and toss it to the ferel cats outside?”
I gave his arm a very sharp tug, making him grunt.
“Oh, that arm,” he said. “Thats mine, I have no idea how it got on your side of the bed.”
“Um hm. I don’t believe you. Funny how things like that happen only when you are around.” I told him, as I curled up alongside him, with the offending appendage under my head.
“Well,” he said. “I have to suffer the attentions of a Weirdo.”
I poked him in the belly.
“Whatever,” I said. “You are the one who usually starts things and can’t finish.”
He rolls on top of me and tells me, “I’m going to show you who starts things and who finishes.
It was a draw.

Untraditional Traditions

2007-08-07T15:26:47Z

I am an outcast, labled a dreamer by the Family. I walk along the Nine Dragons Screen dragging my left hand across the forms of the dragons. I know the story of why they were carved and set here. I just don’t care.
When I was younger, my grandmother came to me at bedtime and she had two of my women hold me down while she wrapped my feet tightly. It hurt and I cried all night. In the early morning, one of my ladies undid the binding and helped me get away. The Forbidden City is huge and if one is small enough she can hide. I hid. Except for Jade, I was alone.
I hid a long time. Its easy to hide when you don’t dress in silks but in the common cotton and walk around all day with a basket.
I didn’t come out until I was a woman. I dressed in the royal robes Jade had brought me and walk to my father’s and mother’s chambers. They were upset at the condition of my feet. Unbound, they were still small, but not small enough to suit my father.
I am an outcast. Unable to wed. That suits me fine.

We're Back, And Everything Will Come Up Roses This Time Around 3

2007-08-06T21:58:25Z

I undo the zipper to her dress and remove her undergarments and press our naked bodies together. I slip a finger into her wet hole and make her put her fingers into mine. We thrust our fingers into each others bodies. I have a shivering orgasm and sit on the side of the tub, pulling her down to kneel at my feet.
“Drink,” I tell her forcing her head to my clit.
After she satisfies me, I bring her up and bite her neck, opening up the blood rich vein just under her skin and drink deeply, gaining strength.
Now, I can concentrate on that doctor. I can anticipate how he will feel inside me.
I drop the nurse’s body to the floor, step over her and leave the room.

We're Back, And Everything Will Come Up Roses This Time Around 2

2007-08-06T21:52:26Z

I close my eyes again, speculating on what move to make next. The man assumes I fell asleep.
“Poor little dear thing.” I hear him tell the young nurse who walked back in.
I almost wanted to wring his neck. But no, I have to wait until this place quiets down.
I wait several hours and hoped the nurse was still around. She smelled delicious.
I ease off the bed and disconnected the things attached to me. One of the machines started a loud noise. I heard some running feet. It was the nurse.
“OH!” she exclaimed, “your up. Let me help you to the restroom. You don’t want a male nurse helping you and thats all that come on at night mostly.”
Yummy.
We get in the room and shut the door. I stand firmer on the floor and reach to her and gently touch her breast rubbing her nipple through her clothes. She gasps as i pull her to me and press her hand to my now naked breast. I pull her mouth down to mine and kiss her.

It's a BIG stick

2007-08-02T15:16:32Z

Goose and I were watching a movie when a scene in it prompted him to make fun of the guy. The movie is Knocked Up, and in one scene the guy gives the girl an empty ring box. Goose goes on and starts in his melodramitic way
“Oh the horror! The flashbacks of old Mormon Utah boyfriends!”
To which I quip,
“And just how many boyfriends did you have Goose? Is there something you haven’t told me?”
“I will get you with my big stick,” he replies, looking around and undoing his zipper, knowing I got him.
“Sweetheart, your stick might be impressive, but it’s not all that…...big.”
Swipe, he wipes his wet fingers down my left sheek.
“Is that all you got?” I ask him.
In the mean time he is busy undressing and nails me on the bed and proceeds to show me just how dangerous his big stick really is.

A daughter's task - Episode 3

2007-07-31T18:04:40Z

Wednesday we were back up to the hospital. The doctors finally told Lesvya what I knew. Dad wasn’t going to make it. At 6:25 pm I had convinced her that the best thing for dad was to pull the vetalator and just let him go. He didn’t want to live this way. She agreed and it was done. We stayed.
Thursday morning he was still breathing. That afternoon they moved him to a special ward in the hospital and we stayed that night again, running home quickly for some clean clothes and a quick shower. We stayed the night again.
Friday morning he breathing ever more shallow started to slow down. At 10 am Friday morning my father died. He was 65. He was a smoker. He had lung cancer. It was stage 4 and even if his body had started working again he would have had maybe another few painful weeks left.
I’m glad I was there. I’m sorry I had to make the choice I did. I’m releived I never smoked.

A daughter's task - Episode 2

2007-07-31T16:50:44Z

I talked to dad telling him I was there. Lesvya, my stepmother left for a few moments. I told dad how all my sisters were thinking about him and that mom wished him better soon. I gave him all the messages and I know he heard, he was settled while I spoke to him. When I was quiet for too long, he started to stuggle again. Lesvya and I stayed until midnight.
The next morning we arrived to the hospital and dad was still. His heart was beating and he was breathing with the ventalator but he was still. Just layed there. He didn’t respond very much to our voices, and He didn’t struggle much. I knew then he wasn’t ever going to talk to me again. Later that evening I pinched his toes, nothing. I tickled the bottoms of his feet, nothing. I flashed a light in his eyes, nothing. My dad was brain dead. That was Tuesday. I didn’t say much to my stepmother. She wanted him to live. But I knew that with the highly acidic blood and the liver and kidneys shutting down, there was no hope of recovery.

A daughter's task - Episode 1

2007-07-31T16:43:18Z

It was a hard thing I was facing, though I didn’t know it at the time. I was just concered with flying for the first time in 12 years. There was alot different about this flight. For one I wasn’t pregnant and two, I ddin’t have a toddler with me. I was going alone.
I got to O’Hare airport at about 1:30 pm and my cousin Lilly picked me up and took me to Abuela’s house. They aren’t related by blood but through my dad’s marriage to my stepmother. Abuela speaks no english still and I had to learn spanish when my dad remarried. I do ok.
Abuela had made her chicken soup and I downed two bowls with 6 tortillas with her urging me to eat more. I had no more room. Also I was anxious to get to the hospital where my father was.
I was shocked. He was on a ventalator and his eyes were wide open. He was struggling and because of that he was tied down so he woudn’t pull the ventalator tube out. My stepmother saw me and she teared up. She told me she was glad I was finally there.

My Dad

2007-07-26T22:35:09Z

My dad wasn’t a particularly warm man. Though he did have many friends and my stepmother’s family loved him, he wasn’t a good father. He didn’t keep in touch, that was left for me to do.
I will miss him dearly though. I was at his bedside as he died and was there at the funeral representing my mom and sisters. It was a sad duty. I am the oldest. It was my job. I will never have a man call me babe, nor will there be a man ever teling me he loves me. I know my dad did love me in his way, but it hurts that I will never hear those words again.
I’m a single mom and just hearing a man say he loves you, even if it is just your dad, is just special. Now I will never hear that again.
Goodbye dad. I will miss you dearly.

Cold World 2

2007-07-26T22:29:34Z

As I stand, I look up again at the trees. I wonder how I got here, where am I? I take a step, or I try too. I almost fall back to my knees. I start to shiver and wonder how long I have been out here and how far i need to walk to shelter.
The light is fading. I look around and spot a trail. Of blood and footprints not mine. These are made with shoes and I am shoeless. Do I follow the trail, or forge my own. Getting dark and colder. I know I also have massive blood loss and I don’t know how much longer I can survive like this.
I follow the trail.

Attack of the redheaded weirdos

2007-06-27T21:00:29Z

Swipe!
“Ehhhh! Will you stop that!” Said Goose.
I giggled, “Nope, you started it a year ago.”
Goose wiped off the wetness i swiped across his neck, and returned a quick one on my left cheek.
“Gah! See I’m minding my own business, trying to put this new video card in the computer and you attack me.” I complained.
“Wrong, you started it.”
“Lies!”
“Even Bruce agrees with me,” He said, pointing. to his picture of Bruce Lee.
“He has no choice,” I reply, “he’s hung on a nail, on the wall.”
I then tackle Goose onto my bed and suck on his neck.
“AHHHHH!” he mockingly screams, “attack of the red headed weirdo!”
I giggle again and kiss him on the ear. You really shouldn’t put two geeks in a room, with computers, each of the opposite sex.
“Lies,” I say, “you enjoy being attacked.”
I then roll off, get up and finish my computer.

Cold World

2007-06-27T20:05:59Z

I open my eyes seeing a circle of trees veining the sky above me. The sun is cloudy and i realize I’m cold. I look to my left and see my bare arm outstretched in the snow, my hand bloody rabbing a fistful of snow. I look to my left and I don’t see my arm. I feel it at my side. Relief floods me. I draw my arms up to try and push myself upright at least in a sitting position. I feel cold flesh. I’m naked. In the snow and the cold, naked. My head pounds as I sit up. I lean forward and see blood slowly dripping onto my thigh. I lift my left hand to discover where the blood is coming from. My hair is gone. I have no hair. No, wait, that is where the blood is coming from. I bleed so much that the dried blood has made a cap over my head matting my short hair to my scalp. The blood seems to ooze from everywhere. I roll to my knees, and try to stand. I am so cold, the snow burns my hands and knees. I slowly pull myself up with some help from a tree.