Yeah, I will admit I am guilty of drinking straight from the carton, but only once and it was fine because nobody else in my family drinks whole milk, and there were no cups. Otherwise, it’s one of my pet peevs.
AH HA!! I have never drunk milk straight from the carton either, mostly because my mom gets the unsweetened kind. Tho if she got chocolate milk I might CONsider it. XD I do quite often drink out of the gallon water jug though.
Guilty as charged... You should ask for whole milk. It’s sweeter and creamier. Chocolate milk is delicious! That’s gotta be like drinking from a fire hose...
It was Saturday morning, no one should have to get up at 8:30 on the weekend. Con gruffly shoved his irritation down and rolled over under the covers, it was for a good reason. He chanted that twenty times, convincing himself until he could force his body from the warm embrace of sleep and into the dim interior of his room. He blinked a few times and let out a yawn that ended up being big enough to grip his entire body into an enormous stretch. A few days in a heavenly bed paired with the new non-army schedule had made him miss not having them in training. After a moment of two he fully woke up and his arms and legs came on line, rolling out of bed he quickly dressed in the favored attire of jeans and a plain grey t-shirt. Flipping on a bill cap as he exited his room, he dropped down the stairs two and three at a time. Nexo had mentioned wanting to be gone by 8:50, so he needed to hurry if he was going to get to eat anything. Hurrying into the kitchen and rummaging around he managed to speed-eat five power bars, three of the doughnuts on the counter from last night, a quick bowl of cereal, and washed it all down with two vitamin waters. Nexo gave him a friendly whack on the shoulder as he passed not stopping. "Ready?" Conner snagged a banana he put in his back pocket and an apple he bit to hold onto as he grabbed his blue and white sketchers.
Cont…..
Geez, Con the vaccume’s gonna eat me outta house and home.
These eyes were living in another world. She managed to quake out one word through her shock, "Conner?" "Yes mama." His voice cracked and he hopped his faint irish accent wouldn't mess up the moment. Everything he had strained, desperate that she would recognize him. For a second he saw her, a shard of his mother, peeking out. A tear slide down her face and she beamed reaching up to touch his face. Then the smile changed, and the stranger came back. "Conner, you silly boy. Is it my birthday already? You and Nexo planned this together didn't you. I love them." She closed her eyes and inhaled softly. "You know how I love white roses, you boys are so thoughtful." She laughed softly and let her hand drop. "It's almost time for dinner you know, we have time for your favorite story though, about the lemon seller." Nexo ducked down into her line of vision and patted her oh so gently on the arm, "Maybe next time mama, we need to go now. We'll be back later okay?" She gave another small laugh, "Oh yes, you need to do the chores, how could I ever forget. We'll do the story later then." She began humming and gazing into a secret distance, Nexo kissed her on the head again then led the way to the door. Con remembered, barely, but he remembered, being two and helping Nexo pilfer the garden clumsily to get her white roses on her birthday. When things were still happy. He made it out of the door then leaned back against the wall, sliding to the floor he gave into the storm inside. The deserted hallway kept watch as he sobbed all the massive brokenness floating in his mind and heart out. Nexo silently sank down next to him and they huddled together like two lost bottles in a turbulent ocean until Con had let out everything he had. It left him drained and empty, but also strangely fulfilled.
Excellent work Essa! Awesome job writing for the mother, it was very heart wrenching and vivid. I can’t wait to see MOAR!!!
AH HA!! I have never drunk milk straight from the carton either, mostly because my mom gets the unsweetened kind. Tho if she got chocolate milk I might CONsider it. XD I do quite often drink out of the gallon water jug though.
Guilty as charged... You should ask for whole milk. It’s sweeter and creamier. Chocolate milk is delicious! That’s gotta be like drinking from a fire hose...
And caught red floundered! It's hard for me to do dairy though, soy too. Which is why we drink almond milk. I would drink the entire thing alone honestly. Not really, drinking from the jugs we buy and keep in the house is not nearly like drinking from a hose, which I also have done. It was delicious.
It was Saturday morning, no one should have to get up at 8:30 on the weekend. Con gruffly shoved his irritation down and rolled over under the covers, it was for a good reason. He chanted that twenty times, convincing himself until he could force his body from the warm embrace of sleep and into the dim interior of his room. He blinked a few times and let out a yawn that ended up being big enough to grip his entire body into an enormous stretch. A few days in a heavenly bed paired with the new non-army schedule had made him miss not having them in training. After a moment of two he fully woke up and his arms and legs came on line, rolling out of bed he quickly dressed in the favored attire of jeans and a plain grey t-shirt. Flipping on a bill cap as he exited his room, he dropped down the stairs two and three at a time. Nexo had mentioned wanting to be gone by 8:50, so he needed to hurry if he was going to get to eat anything. Hurrying into the kitchen and rummaging around he managed to speed-eat five power bars, three of the doughnuts on the counter from last night, a quick bowl of cereal, and washed it all down with two vitamin waters. Nexo gave him a friendly whack on the shoulder as he passed not stopping. "Ready?" Conner snagged a banana he put in his back pocket and an apple he bit to hold onto as he grabbed his blue and white sketchers.
Cont…..
Geez, Con the vaccume’s gonna eat me outta house and home.
These eyes were living in another world. She managed to quake out one word through her shock, "Conner?" "Yes mama." His voice cracked and he hopped his faint irish accent wouldn't mess up the moment. Everything he had strained, desperate that she would recognize him. For a second he saw her, a shard of his mother, peeking out. A tear slide down her face and she beamed reaching up to touch his face. Then the smile changed, and the stranger came back. "Conner, you silly boy. Is it my birthday already? You and Nexo planned this together didn't you. I love them." She closed her eyes and inhaled softly. "You know how I love white roses, you boys are so thoughtful." She laughed softly and let her hand drop. "It's almost time for dinner you know, we have time for your favorite story though, about the lemon seller." Nexo ducked down into her line of vision and patted her oh so gently on the arm, "Maybe next time mama, we need to go now. We'll be back later okay?" She gave another small laugh, "Oh yes, you need to do the chores, how could I ever forget. We'll do the story later then." She began humming and gazing into a secret distance, Nexo kissed her on the head again then led the way to the door. Con remembered, barely, but he remembered, being two and helping Nexo pilfer the garden clumsily to get her white roses on her birthday. When things were still happy. He made it out of the door then leaned back against the wall, sliding to the floor he gave into the storm inside. The deserted hallway kept watch as he sobbed all the massive brokenness floating in his mind and heart out. Nexo silently sank down next to him and they huddled together like two lost bottles in a turbulent ocean until Con had let out everything he had. It left him drained and empty, but also strangely fulfilled.
Excellent work Essa! Awesome job writing for the mother, it was very heart wrenching and vivid. I can’t wait to see MOAR!!!
Why thank you! They say you should write from experience, so I pulled a lot from when my great grandma was like that. I had hoped the translation worked well.
Samuel licked his lips and set his soda can down on the small table that stood a little lower than his desk. He arched his back to relieve the tension then settled deeper into his chair. For a long moment the only sound was his soft steady breathing and the focused clicking of his keys. His laptop was a creation all of his own, it was all the best parts and pieces that he had worked over for the past year or so until they all fit together like they had been made that way originally. The sleek outside case was black and silver metal, and the emblem on the back had been engraved there by his own hands. He took great pride in his skills and spared no expenses to make it the best it could be. Sure it was expensive, but that wasn't really a problem. His parents had worried that if he didn't get a real job he would fail in life, but since he had finished college at twelve while programing government projects Samuel felt that he had the bases pretty well covered. He had made most of his money since then by helping the government track the untrackable and find those that they couldn't find. Not only was the reward money excellent but he was doing good and evading the governments half hearted attempts to find him added spice. He nibbled his bottom lip and opened up a page of code, scrolling through it his eyes moving at high speed, flicking through another page or two before coming to a dead stop. A smirk spread across his face, "Okay, there you are you little cruncher." Using special slang to describe things came with the job. "Sorry cruncher, you thought you could sew up the little runs in here, and you did a spectacular job." He tipped his bill cap to the screen. "But not well enough."
Flicking his fingers so fast they were a blur he started to slowly unravel all the careful sutures. It was a fast paced dance as hidden firewalls with firewalls behind firewalls popped up, the place was littered with trapdoors and waiting tripwires with hair triggers. Samuel knew the entire massive network was being closely monitored by one or possibly more talented slicers, it was only a matter of time before his special shadow program was correctly re-identified as an intruding fake. The shadow program was crafted like a trojan horse, one that looked exactly like what it was invading. A few more moments and he was peeking into all the depths of Universal. A good five minutes of peeping and snooping around and he started to get that feeling in the the back of his mind that meant something big. He kept seeing mentions of names and long strings of numbers, deeply hidden. Long strings of insanely complicated coding that were layered thickly in blankets in random patches deep within the guts of Universal. It would take him minimum two days or so to get the bulk of this sliced. Suddenly an alert began flashing green in the upper corner of the screen, that signaled that his program had been discovered and disabled. Looking back he could see the open coding being closed. A sense of dread settled in the bones of his elbows, jaw and wrists setting them to aching. Whoever was on the other end was unbelievably fast, the cruncher was following Samuel's trail faster than he had ever seen.
Another alert began flashing yellow next to the green one, the cruncher was putting a shadow lynx on his back that was hazing it out with Samuel's automatic Cutting Horse. Meaning that the cruncher was running a side program that was tracing back to Samuel, and Samuel's automatic defense program was constantly shunting the "lynx" off to other places across the globe, unfortunately it was only a delay tactic. Samuel, backed out of the system then did a clean swipe sequence. That was like disappearing suddenly. He did a bit of quick covering and wiping work and pretty quick the alerts died off and he was able to relax, his entire body was stiff and sore from being unconsciously tensed that whole time. There was only one slicer that could be that good, only one legend, only one myth. One that was used in scary stories to initiate new dabbling hackers, and each story was wilder and wilder than the last. Slicers hung around on underground "dredges" (being a specific hangout spot) trying to outdo each other in the elaborateness of their tales. Sam felt a massive thrill half terror, half euphoria as he realized he was locking horns with the master. Known simply as Cypher. It was going to be an incredible battle, but in the meantime he shot an update over to Edmond on their secured private network. His near-brother would be interested with some of the leads he'd turned up.
I have never drunk milk straight from the carton either, mostly because my mom gets the unsweetened kind. 
You should ask for whole milk. It’s sweeter and creamier. 
Unlike those graduated or public schoolers, I'm still in school! 
