Day 21 of 54 Stories in 56 Days [ Short and select Micro-Stories ] …

Includes rough draft pictures:

As told by Jake Johnstone …

From the mind of a Ralph Macchiato…

” Oppressive Social Suspect Cousin “

” My GOD! ” ” I didn’t even eat. I don’t even have any food! ” The fruit fly’s aggression was real that day. UFOS are extinct to my recollection but free laundry isn’t offered to me … Free money isn’t offered to me. She has a brand-new washer and dryer. My body was so hot I struck back I got. My nakedness was thriving. My passion was for decades stuck in the wrong false strange anomalies in the middle of nowhere but so we … somewhere So we were … We? My head is aching in peritubular ways!!! Dot Dot Dot Pot Pot Pot Persuasion to the persuasion of an abrasion? No understanding but swiftly … … ??? My language I’m unsure of … My writing … ??? was peculiar. The abandonment of my own aspect of honor was thrown out of the window that day. An amalgamation of emotions chose different colors … oppressed societal urges. A pacifier? A pacifier to the Man! Sucking on it man! Absurd the 22-year-old. Offended cucumber pizza flown at me! Cucumber … cauliflower … whatever … Had a dada day. Had a baba night. I feel numb from the writing. … On … Red … Eyes??? … Lights??? … Get away! All agitations today. Tonight! Oh gosh!!!!

The character Narrator: [ didn’t want to stress. The character didn’t even want to mess up. Not a breath. Not a step. Not a whisper. No trash take-outs? Not recycling? Pacing? Nope? Racing? Choke on four cheeseburger meals to squeal … Ralph’s deal. Ralph Macchiato yet he hated coffee. Middle of the knee was his pain, but he strains on his mom’s life he’s arthritis free. Xylophones were his favorite instrument which is the implement of confusion here. Rainy day ain’t clear. The weather appeared to change based on Ralph’s aggression. Rain? He was sad? Hurricane? He was angry lashing out at others from his inner voice’s pain … ]

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … ”

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Day 20 of 54 Stories in 56 Days [ Short and select Micro-Stories ] …

Includes rough draft pictures:

As told by Jake Johnstone …

” Red-Haired Turtle-Loving-Deer-Running Away-From … bleeding ears patients “

[Brown-haired man with the voice of that Twilight Zone show host … The face of most … but … says … ]

He felt like an egg. He wasn’t a He at all. She is not at the local mall. A larvae inside a plant. Not yet a plant. Farther than an ant to want to eat. Spiders seen inside yet that was a lie. A lie to try is better than a truth not spoken I presume. Mind stuck in a vortex The … Man? … thought. Is it a mind at all if not seen. Is it green if it’s puss but a hand was stuck to that chin that grin of a woman … but this … isn’t even an egg. .. yet … … … … … … … … … … Kids with heads laying on arms. Hot unknown days. Buzzing therapeutic drones … … … … … … Mimed sounds through historic rants oh whites ruining lands while we all bleed the same. Who likes differences and disputes anyway?

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! ” …

Day 19 of 54 Stories in 56 Days [ Short Stories and select Micro-Stories ] …

As told by Jake Johnstone …

the title to this story will be centered and in bold after this intro/thought blurb from the main character … [also this includes rough draft pictures] …

My mind keeps stinging … My mind keeps ringing … Oh! The appliances … Oh! The medicine to heal Thy back! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, the glary vision. Oh. I must be tripping! 37. No Dental or Vision … !!! .??? My my my! Why the reoccurring hazy rainy vision … / .??? Days … The apparitions are … ??? Similar to the abrasions on the back … Togetherness is apart from the connections. 3 … but … that wasn’t me. Heard an electric appliance again …

[ These are all thoughts from the mind-racing … ]

” NERVOUS NERVIN ”

I told myself I saw zombies. I told myself I saw … monsters. I told myself I saw ghouls … and they were talking to fiends … I told myself I saw aliens … I told my Dad. He beat me when I was little … ” Stop telling lies Nervin! ” … I wore long sleeves to school so my being a fool-telling the truth … getting beat by my Dad-scars show on my skin. From deep within things felt insidious but my Mom Elise told me it was all nonsense. All gibberish. All malarkey, bologna, and the like. I’m 42 years of age. I hear constant grinding and little squirrels sneezing, but I must tell myself these are not real. My Dad died last year, but I never visited the funeral. My mom died too, dog Roger, a pet lizard when young, but numb should be the norm right? I can’t lay down without getting up. I can’t get up from that first 5:00 am wake, and my head falls forward flat forehead in palms I go. I wear shield-patched embroidered work uniforms but just a Nervous Nervin the great maintenance supervisor of a local elementary school? Nervous Fool! Nervous fool I feel. A reel from an Indiana Jones movie looked more real. Teal colored, but a color is a mood. A color is a mood alright!!! … A color is a mood!!! My color is blue? Who? …

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! “

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Day 18 of 54 Stories in 56 Days [ Short Stories and select Micro-Stories ] …

Includes rough draft pictures…

This appears very micro-story-like so with the right imagination you can almost view this like a mini-commercial-like story …

” Right Lane Righteous ”

None saw … Ixnay on the driver. I literally I said I literally Saw none. Steering wheel? I saw paper plates

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … ”

Day 17 of 54 Stories in 56 Days [ Short Stories and Select Micro-Stories ] …

Includes rough draft pictures:

From the mind of … another distraught driver …

As told by Jake Johnstone …

” Left Lane Losers “

” It all started one particular June to prune. I recall a sunny day sitting on a new rock in an old chair. [ meaning he moved into a new house while sitting rocking in an old ‘rocking chair ] caught myself staring at a couple characters I drew for a story … stopped myself even though it is a pumpkin and a kid named ‘Not Even’ Nathan Mobordry I have seen myself … ‘James John Yearly’ as a kid wearing a blue Nike baseball cap looking at my mom’s pumpkin decoration in October one year in the early ’90s … wondering why … Why GOD must this happen to me? The ever-occurring… Recurring thought of being lonely regardless of who is near me … Fast-forward to the present Terrifying Tuesday, June 2043 day … the 20th … or something … Thinking back pondering … Pondering how I am here with a broken arm, heart, mind, soul, and did I mention leg. I fought for cannabis legalization 20 years prior and it honestly changed positives all around ten-fold even more positively if that’s even possible … Well … As my mind struggles to remember anything about what happened to me … I caught myself stinging frozen in place after I found an old picture. …

[ The picture caught James so a-taken-back to the day he … just fell to his knees and kneeled to the floor then laid back and rocked … closed his eyes and began sobbing … … His back hurt that morning when he simply took his boxers off. Now his medical cannabis balm and oils will help him… Loud foot stops ajar messed with thinking … ]

James speaking or Narrator talking to …

Is it that driver that cut you off messed with your thinking? Is it the revving? Oh… the nerve-twitching from trying to keep your back straight while driving dear writer Mr. … … …

To Be Continued …

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … “

Day 16 of 54 Stories in 56 Days [ Short Stories and select Micro-Stories ] …

Includes rough draft pictures:

From the mind of a same but… different one.

As told by Jake Johnstone …

” Visit from a busy Pleiadean. Matt Rocher is my name. This is my strange tale.” …

Complacency

Floating pyramid shaped craft I saw. It was a particular hot night in June I recall. Illinois flying triangle to be exact. 10th, 1945. 81 years age or so? Yea! How I remember I see is Egyptian catholic teaching with men coming out said aircraft with purple heads and six fingers and a pear shaped body. Complacent on this ruined me. This complacent frustration drove me mad. Outside frustrations or distractions just blur my memory. My fog of thinking has my teeth feeling numb. Cigar shaped motherships, but yet in Jerusalem 2011 UFO sightings above a temple mound I dreamed, before it happened. Passersby shocked in amazement yet my mind is frozen from Germany something similar. Sweaty smells came from a tic tac object, but I wasn’t there. Dreamt this as well … Then surprisingly sure enough I saw all of this on the news … Gosh my teeth are numb. I will brush my teeth, and return with more on this ” … … … …

Matt Rocher below appears to be speaking into a voice recorder on what he saw …

There’s a sixth finger I tell ya! A sixth to make up a six finger extraterrestrial! The sixth appears missing in illustration … like it’s retractory hidden-like … sort-of-like a thumb …

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! ” …

Day 15 of 54 Stories in 56 Days [ Short Stories and Select Micro-Stories ] …

Includes rough draft pictures:

No Name from Narrator

One with Pain …

As told by Jake Johnstone …

” Wrist Pain ”

A couple dots in and wrist pain begins. I ignore strong movements daily … and have since one of those first Mondays back in January when I selfishly slammed my fist but it was my wrist I thought into the air but it was actually a tough steering wheel. ” Uh … All just ’cause a guy didn’t see you so rev engine and yell so he notices you! Embarrassed? … So … you visit your sister’s cremated remains at the cemetery for a quick prayer? ” … Yes! That’s it! ” Oh lord! ” … ” Oh, you must be stronger than this! ” … I can! I will! Police with their normal pullovers, tailgaters along with 5 mile to ten and 15 over drivers getting ignored! Oh, those policemen care more about the drug dealers! That’s what it is! Oh my wrist hurts but I can do everything I have done before … just more pain … ignore pain … Never … changed. Only looked forward. Cameras on me were normal so consequences I thought of on casual. Mountaintops beneath tails … Tails …

[The following appears like downtrodden thoughts from this character]

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Hungry … Juice felt nice on my throat. The music in my ears from my headphones was 3AM from Eminem. Phases. Days and. Oh funny. No nerves-bunny. System honey, but the Acme was sold out of cauliflower crust pizza. Drinks of prune juice and popcorn with a side of nachos. I wanted but just waited … waited … waited … waited … waited … weird how the more I write the less pain I feel. My wrist must heal!!!

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! ” …

Day 14 of 54 Stories in 56 Days [ Short and Select Micro-Stories ] …

Includes rough draft pictures:

As told by Jake Johnstone …

” Wink Wink with a Tink Tink “

” Asmart to meet you! What a day! “

When the extreme emotions arose … I must have chose … to write! … I knew of remembering water, but tsunamis were becoming. Ya wanna talk about pains? I seen conglomerates within Degenerates loving elephants. Whistleblowers mumblings goings ons on other planets. Khubaki Khumbake. Words unknown from flying reptilian aliens I tell you! Mama seen this … but I did never believe her!!! !!!

The character then walks away …

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Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … “

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Day 13 of 54 Stories in 56 Days [ Short and Select Micro-Stories ] …

Includes rough draft pictures:

As told by Jake Johnstone :

From the mind of a Paul …

” Tink Tink with a Wink Wink “

Champagne glass ah uh tinking with a spoon … Blondes lying giving babies up for adoption over winks and heroin needles. No snoring near the ledges of death. Timeless pain into vortexes of rain. I saw small. I felt hills. I felt vibrations forevers and ah … ah … uh … days … what? who? Am I?

Humans turned off from the snoring vibrational hymns of a sleeping beauty … but … somehow she’s sure not sounding beautiful now … Three

!! Three e’s on the faces that lie. The snores from the nigh. No pleasantries in the night awakenings. Mortals would call me crazy for writing these frustrations but sleep isn’t available when the snores are the local!!! Nothing to have here but 37!!! … 37 … That many more mins??? No calm here for Paul Maulsteckler. !!!!!!! … …

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! “

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