The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » I'll Take it to Go, Part II Both boys went running down the stretch of open area that separates the bar and eating. They had removed their shoes, leaving them for dead on the video game... July 27th, 2012 "Boys!"  I yell in a mild tone. I looked up, hoping I wasn't bothering other patrons, but they weren't giving me a second look. I get up from my chair and sternly walk towards them. They playfully run back to me, running around my legs like a school of fish, and take their seats at the table. Just at the right time, too, the food was on its way. "Thank you, it looks great,"  I said. The food is improving as my hunger pangs beat like a drum. "Could I have a Sprite, please?"  I ask. I didn't look up at the waitress. I was too consumed with the boys. I divvy up the food among the men and glance up. The waitress is still hovering over me. I didn't know if she was expecting her tip now or….. "Sprite?...

You are here: Home » I'll Take it to Go, Part I July 26th, 2012 Occurred Sunday July 22nd, 2012 “Fine, let’s eat inside ” I announce to the boys. Finally giving in. They were tired of sitting in the car and started to get " cabin fever." We sat in our minivan in the parking lot of the restaurant waiting for the food-to-go order that I had just phoned in to be complete. The rain was a slow drizzle at this point until the very moment I decided to step out of the van. “Screw it, I’m committed now” I said aloud, as the rain swiftly came down at a thundering pace. Just my luck. I ran to the passenger side of the van, hoping to out run the rain drops. But it isn't easy running from what seemed like buckets of water being thrown at me. I made it to the side opening of the van and attempt to lean my torso inside the cab as much as I could to preserve some dryness to my clothing. The cold rain drops landing on the uncovered areas pf cloth th...

You are here: Home » Ride Baby Ride, Your Story V.M. wanted to get away from her daily life and enjoy some "me" time. Who can blame her? V.M. told me what she wanted in the Design a Story section and I wrote it for her. She works a tough job, she enjoys her grandchildren and attending church. She wanted a little adventure and action in her life.You can see other stories from other readers in the Your Story tab. Enjoy your getaway V.M. July 25th, 2012 “I can’t think” I mumble to myself as I stand in this dark storage room. The light bulb blew as I flicked the switch, which is indicative of the day I’m having. “ Where did they move the damn morphine” I say out loud, even though there is no one around to hear me. Another patient is close to their death. And administering them some pain relief is the only comfort I can provide them at this time. The morphine doesn’t seem to be where it should be. My mind doesn’t seem to be where it should be. The doctor...

You are here: Home » Here Today, Gone Tomorrow July 23rd, 2012 Here today… …to wake up in the morning for your usual routine. You have to drag yourself out of bed like you're recovering from a hangover from the night before, even though you never drank. Why are all morning like that? The bathroom beckons for your daily routine. Mother Nature takes its natural course, and so does the bacteria that swirl around in your mouth, which makes brushing your teeth the second biggest priority in the morning. After you take care of yourself, the kids are lying in wait with anticipation for your entry through their door, "Hi! Good morning!" you announce with enthusiasm, even though you are lying through those freshly cleaned teeth. The tiredness still hasn't shaken off your body. Still, for the kid's sake, you shake the negative energy off yourself and tend to their needs in any capacity they need. If they're wet, you change their clothes, get them dressed, fed...

You are here: Home » My Snowy Night at Home, Your Story Your story from Design a Story. Requester wishes to remain anonymous. July 22nd, 2012 It was the worst blizzard the region has seen in years. The weatherman never predicted it would be this bad, but since when can man predict the weather? Thankfully, I am holed up in my comfy cabin with plenty of firewood to keep this roaring fire going. The sight of my overflowing bubbles billowing up over the top of my sunken tub far out shadows the wall of snow just outside my bedroom window. I sit beside my bath, undressing myself to get in the tub. The sound of the wind howling, like a wolf, echoes throughout the house as the air molecules find the tiny gaps in the window and rush in. The smell of timber burning entwines with the vanilla soap bubbles, casting off the scent of marshmallows in the air. I'm ready to climb into my tub with a good book to read when the doorbell rings, causing a momentary disruption in my inner peace....