A Morning Meeting

I'm sitting down in a room full of people surrounding me in a circle like some AA meeting. A red carpet below us, posters of the Writers Alternicate club on every wall, or at least I think it is. It's morning, I hardly had a descent sip of my black coffee this morning, just steaming in my hand. I coughed to be dramatic as I stand up.

"So I guess it's my turn."

A Writers Introduction

The leader lends a hand to me as if to say "Go ahead". 

"How would I call you? Any preference?"

I scratch my neck and ears.

"Not really. I have a name and everyone uses it. More known name. Ummmmm....I don't know. Perhaps Thomas Greer would do."

I make a face that shows that it doesn't really concern me. The person speaks again "well ok, how 'bout where you come from? Or and Language."

Clearly they want to know me. My name, my place would surly give hints.

"I'm in the usual location," tried to be smart, "The States," well a smart-ass anyway. "Speak English."

"Age!? Area of Study? Work?"

Are you fucking kidding? I relax my mind, taking deep breaths.

"I'm in my 20s, I go to school so, thou, a writer is my only path thou, not sure how to," I make a gesture with my hand going straight out, "go down that trail. And no, no job."

I decided to go with some kind of flow.

"How did you begin writing?"

"Well," not needed in this statement but whatever, "it started back in middle school. Spelling Bee.", moved my hands around like Jazz Hands for effect. "We had to do activities to know how to spell like a pyramid." I made a two-sided pyramid with my hands. "But, the story, there were no assigned activities of writing so I asked. Made a fuss with the students, but it was only for me. The stories were plagiarized, I actually did not write, uhhhhh, originality till high school. Theater and "Myth and Legends" class. Wrote poetry. I seem to write those more. But I have a talent for having ideas for stories every second of every day."

Talent? I sound ridiculous.

"And What did you...I should say what type you find yourself writing now?"

"I write whatever I write. Superheroes, real issues but fictionalized. I don't know. I mean I do." I feel like Michael Madsen in Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs. Fucking Mr. Blonde aka Vic Vega.

"And why are you here?"

I want to sit down all of a sudden. Why aren't we done with this interrogation?

"Well, I saw "Writers" in the name and decided to drop in. See whats up?," show my coffee in my cup, "have a cup of fresh coffee from a confused machine back at home."

"Okay, Okay. Anything else you would like to share?"

As I turn to sit on my chair, an idea sparked.

"Sure, how 'bout a moment from Alan Wake?:

Band of Four

Hi, me again, for those of you who don't know, names Samiyah.
So, I played sports, even participated in track, basketball tournaments and baseball. Go Lions. I also play games and read and listen to music. All this you know.

However, I do have a job, well, a occupation. I'm a singer, I'd say musician, but it's not just me as there are others. Comprised of five members. I'm the only girl in the group. I sing and play guitar and occasionally the violin. I always thought of names but than it was an idea, A evolution really.

"Joyland" was one and it was my first band, same members. There was a story behind them, entertainers from a carnival of another realm that came to the surface as fire streaked through the lands. A carousal and a roller coaster in the back above was our logo/mascot. It was temporarily, the lasting, we had done one album of the name. 13 songs is all it had. We didn't depart, obviously, maybe it was intended to be a single brand album.

I feel I wrote all this before.

"The Lasting" was our next project for a band that told the next chapter of "Joyland". As you can guess it was to be a long lasting band. The entertainers from another realm was to be on Earth for a long time. However, it lasted for two albums and one member would end up leaving and returning later. The two albums each has 12 songs, none had the band name so, know one would know who did them. The first album was called "Diamond Skulls" about the evolution and phase of men's mind or something. The cover was 12 crystal skulls surrounding a red/yellow/purple flower group in the center. Background was a single color of black. The second album was called "Months after Dark", that's all I can really say. The 12 months was the theme thou. Maybe it was the Mayan calander as a icon, I don't know.

Ok, so three albums in, two more to go, yes 2, one is a semi-successor to "The Lasting" and one is the current phase.

The band now took a semi-different turn while keeping 12 as a theme. This time a new member came in and this is his only time. I took the name Beatrice as my stage name as I never had one. I was always just a singer and all. Beatrice was from "Dante's Inferno", and the new album was a prequel to the first album, by "Joyland", a origin. We, entertainers, came from a realm of 12 planets. The album was called "Inferno Space". We took the idea of naming the band "Beatrice", I guess it was to announce my name. We had that one album and we get noticed by an ex-member who came back to take the newbies place, I did say it was temporarily.

But he came back, XD. I'll get to him. Hold on.

The newest band had the original members and we need a refresh. I came up with "Headache", but I didn't want to head bang. We needed a name that shows a resurrection, like a rise from the dead. So I chose "Baby New Year" and one chose to have Father Time as a mascot. This is the first time we had a icon face. Father Time was a skeleton who wore a steampunk outfit; black gloves, a top hat with a clock and chains. He was bear chested, I say was but its current. Father Time IS the mascot for the current "Baby New Year".

Members include(officially): James and Jack(brothers and piano guitar players), Eddie Thomas(the mascot face and guitarist), "Pack-Man"(drummer) and me, Samiyah, AKA "Beatrice"(singer and violinist).

Baby New Years' first album was member titled "Eddie Thomas".

Trans-Reflection: The Body of Two

In one world, there is a boy, 24, male, dark brown hair, and average short in height. In another, there is a girl, 24, female, dark brown hair, average short in height. The male has brown eyes, the gitl has blue. One has no job, lives with his family and not all that out-going. A complete opposite to the girl who is athletic, and slightly punk, both, however are bookworms, nerds. The male is hearing impaired and the female has glasses. Ones name is Ali, the other is Samiyah. Both are one individual being.

"I am on the computer", Ali screams out to his mother

This is Ali, sitting down on a vanilla colored couch, typing away the invisible ink as his fingers clicks each letter one by one in his pajamas. His mother, "Mama", is sitting on the table chair by her sister who is cooking. Ali is in a Superman bottom and  a top of Mario Mario of those "Super Mario" games of Nintendo Co. He is across from the bathroom where a mirror is lifted upon the wall with golden framework on top of swirls and illusions of grandeur.

Mirrors are a one way looking visual of oneself. Looking at it, one sees him or herself in appearance and attitude. if a mirror is behind the looker, than a row of that person appears. Reflections or copies, world after world. The mirror is a door to another world between one and another. Ali looks at the door of the bathroom and pictures himself in front of that window. What he is on the other side.

Samiyah is laying down on her bed, back on her pillows, one leg bent upwards moving her head up and down to music. She is wearing skinny jeans, white socks, a jersey of her favorite baseball team The Lions. Headphones are on her ears blasting rock n' roll. Aaru is her cousin; thin, red hair, acting cool most of the time when he is not.

"...Kings of Amerrrrica", so sings Samiyah

Samiyah has a mirror to, a mirror she only could perceive as anything but. She hardly know what awaits on the other side as she never really thinks it. Yes she spends time reading fantasy but, doesnt look at it like Ali does and goes into it as if it was actually real. Worlds in fantasy are indeed real, the fantasy is just the surface.

"The mirror of normalcy", both say together

American Wizard

So I am in America,
Whatever there is from terminology to schools,
to shops I interact.
I went to Ilvermorny,
my government is called MACUSA,
my wand is from one of the four,
and my shop is in a alley of a kind if any.

Four founders,
Im a Pukwudgie,
My heart guides me,
Ilvermony for 7 years,
an Auror in Detroit,
a professor part time,
Books are specialty.

I think my wand is Jonkers,
A muggle-born you see,
I feel a connection,
but I hope to see.
My wand handle is of a sword,
Thou a knight I am not,
I am a just a wizard you seek,

My store is very mature,
Like Magicians, Witch Hunters,
and maybe more.
That's all for now.

Names Mal Finnr,
Father Durmstrang,
Mother Uagadou,
I know plant magic,
I know animals.
My Animagus is unknown,
A mix for sure.
My guardian is a camel,
Slow but smart.

A watcher of Quidditch,
Go Gryffindor.
Player of Quadpot,
If it still exists.

Gryffindor Pride

Arrogant is what you have to be,
To be on the house Godric Gryffindor.
Bravery and Chivarly is what you gain,
Nervous is what you are,
Daring is what you;ll become.

A lion,
A brave heart Lion,
Full of Fire and Rage,
Orange plus Red,
A burning desire.

To set out on the right path,
Thou you might not care,
Or fear the change,
It take some to push you,
It takes a Slytherin to make you take the leap.

The hat placed me on Gryffindor,
I placed myself in the house of Rowena Ravenclaw.
1,
2,
Till my third year.
Brother one,
Brother two,
Sister,
All Gryffindor after.
Father Slytherin,
Mother Ravenclaw.
Pushers Pushes Push.

I am in the House of Gryffindor.

The Flash: The Composer's Orchestra part 1

It is 2 o' clock in the evening, the sun is burning, but the air is cool. The year is 2016 in the warm city of Springwells. In a very large room where shelves are sorted in rows and columns, the door with a name and profession scribbled on the engraved glass opens. The man placed his bag down on a chair beside his desk, a brown engraved table with a coat of Mother Pearl at specific parts such as the frame of the rectangle shaped center and a 4 sided inscription of many symbols and icons.

In a white buttoned shirt and jeans, he took out a object and placed it on a shelf. The object is a headpiece with the head of a eagle and wings, gold with red stones around the shape and Egyptian symbols below and above them. "The Headpiece of Skylar", he speaks as he looks at the eyes of the eagle surrounded by many other artifacts.

But at the moment, the door opens to a clue suited man with a brown fedora and black tie. He looks up to the man in his long, waist sized coat. "what's up lil' Brother"

"Nothing much. Here and there." He looks around at the artifacts from Kryptonite to a golden Scarab to an ancient armor that was said to be worn from a warrior at Apokolips. "I see you got a head dress"

"So I do"

"Where is the Tablet, Jack?"

Jack waves his finger to follow him to broken rock that was placed on a red cloth over a table. "Here we are," The rock was a dusty old piece of a temple. The temple was the home to a dictator and the rock was stolen. The rock contains a inscription that was carved into it, the inscription was 13th century music symbols. "The Tablet of Apollo."

"Said to have a power, to contain a power from Apollo himself."

"The God of Music and Poetry"

Jack and his brother bowed to it.

'What is the music that is scripted?"

"I don't know. Never tried it."

Jack gets up followed by his brother.

"You should do some singing" Jacks brother joked

"Another time, another time." Jack jokes back

The brothers walk back to the door. "Ill see you tonight."

He nodded, walked out and Jack looked the music inscription again.

In the distance from Springwells, a city was awake with metas and a speedster called The Flash. The city is being threatened by another black suited speedster called Zoom. The city, Central City, has a lab called Scientific and Technological Advanced Research Labs or S.T.A.R. Labs. In the basement is a group of people: Cisco, Snow, Harrison Wells, Jessie and Joe West. In the center of the room was a machine with Berry Allan in its center. The machine turned on....

and Berry evaporated after a blast that changed the city a second time.

Jack was still facing The Tablet of Apollo when suddenly a tingle was felt on his skin and he shook as if having goosebumps. "Goosebumps from the tablet?"

As he stood and went by the door, the lights went out and he fell towards the chair with his bag.

"Huh! I should fix that so the Janitor doesn't give me a speech."

Jack went to the door, and placed his hand on the door knob. He twisted it but it wont spin.

"Well...Thats brilliant."

Jack was sarcastic in his fake British accent and at that moment the stone enlightened with its inscription lit reddish-pink. Jack noticed light rays from behind him in the pitch black room, He turned and the light was beginning to dim. Jack walks over to the stone and sees the lit inscription followed by music.

"The sound...The stone is playing music!"

Jack was almost amused but wondering how does it even play the notes. Jack froze and knelt down as the light dimmed bit more. He reached his right hand onto the stone. Jack was sure he knew what he was doing. And at that very moment, when his hand laid flat on the stone, the light lit bright again, channeling some surge to his body. Waves of light swarmed around him, his body stiffened and head leaned back with his now straightened arms as if he was being pulled and levitated. His eyes filled in with the colors of the anomaly leaving a scream.

Jacks door opened and his brother came in.

jack and his brother laid upon ones shoulder of the other as they trotted back to the car. It was morning and rings of a melody ranged in Jacks ears.  He was placed in the car at the back seat, his right hand over the door where the window was and it lit with waves of light.

The Flash: A Day in a Life

Dearborn, Michigan, 8 o' clock, wind is blowing cold air through the house of 24 year old Ali Doppke. Ali is sleeping in his bedroom under the kitchen of the second floor. The bedroom was a 4-wall sided room with a slider door and the eyes of a wakened man. He got up, went upstairs in his robes and placed the coffee machine on with his cup in place. His eyes are barely opened and he senses rays of sun light drawing through a wide window behind him.

Ali did not have anything planned, not a single idea what will happen. He does not work, he no longer goes to school, at least current, he dos have certain things thou. He went on the computer and spotted a article on the search engine. The article was about "The Flash":"The Flash Plays Tricks No Longer". It isn't known who he is, The Flash has bee around since the 90's fighting criminals like the headlines focus on The Trickster.

There are other icons around somewhere in this world, reports of a bat included.

Other articles on secret projects and places like a company called S.T.A.R. LABS that Christina McGee works in. Ali thinks its Area 51.

Ali went outside to his backyard to feel the morning weather on his skin and took deep breaths and the very moment got his sweat pants, a dark t-shirt and Nikes and started to run. In his right pocket was his phone with high paced Rock music on to almost max volume. He used to run a lot now he has to push himself to be on a healthy path. He ran for blocks but also stopped and walked more and more that was not as equal to how long he runs for.

From his house to a school to a park and beyond before heading back home on the other end of his street.

He dived in the hot streaming shower after placing his hearing equipment on the sink counter. Later dried off and headed to a comic store and brought comics telling the adventures of the world heroes, real adventures. One did pop thou "The Blur". A mysterious blur in Metropolis that runs fast. Some say he's bulletproof at least the comics do anyway.

He would read them and than play games on his console and watch T.V.

The life of normal kid.

On this day, he thought about something and day dreamed of him in another life.