With The Greatest Of Sneeze

A few weeks ago I referenced the WritersDigest.com writing prompts that I receive every week.  Here’s another writing prompt that I recently completed.  Enjoy!

You’ve signed up to go tandem skydiving for the first time.  On the plane, your instructor says he isn’t feeling well, but jumps with you anyway.  When you jump, he passes out.  Write this scene and the stream of conscious thoughts as you fall toward the earth.

I have the worst friends.  For my 30^th birthday they bought me a pass to go tandem skydiving.  Sounds nice enough, right? Wrong!

What they didn’t tell me is that I would be the only one going on this skydiving adventure.  Apparently, they don’t want to jump out of a plane attached to a complete stranger.  But I didn’t know any of that until it was too late.

So here I am, sitting in a place, listening to my instructor teach about how best not to die.  Jealous yet?

Oh it gets better.  My instructor, the one who will literally have my life in his hands as we soar through the air, looks awful.  He said he had a touch of the flu, but he looks and sounds much worse than that.  He keeps sniffling and coughing and seems to have a hard time keeping his eyes open.

He says he is okay to jump, so soon we will be soaring through the air with the greatest of sneeze.

As we walk to the open plane door and prepare to jump, I keep thinking to myself about Michael Jordan.  His Airness had the flu before one of his greatest NBA Finals games of all time, right?  Maybe this will be my instructor’s Michael Jordan moment.  Maybe we are about to have the greatest skydive ever.

This fires me up! “Let’s do it MJ,” I yell as my instructor straps himself to my back.

“MJ?” he asks in between mucousy coughs.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say.

“1. 2. 3. Jump!”

And just like that we are out of the plane and into the air.

As we sail toward the ground, my instructor appears to be feeling better.  I haven’t heard a cough, sniffle, or sneeze for seconds.

I turn to look at him, expecting to see Michael Jordan fighting off adversity and having the dive of his career. Instead, I find him asleep.

Asleep!?!

“Wake up MJ!” I screem at the top of my lungs.  But it does no good.  He must have passed out.  He is no longer Michael Jordan, rather, he is Dennis Rodman after a late night of partying.

‘We are going to die.’ I think to myself.  ‘We are going to die and I am never doing to have a chance to have a family.  I’ll never own a house. And worse yet, I’ll never finish my leftovers from that great Thai place.’

I’m no skydiving expert, but I suspect that we are getting close to smashing into the ground.  What originally looked like tiny dots is now starting to look like Lego pieces beneath us.

If I could only remember what the instructor said to do in case of emergency.  I should have paid closer attention to his tutorial and spent less time daydreaming about the 1990’s Chicago Bulls.

I think I remember him saying something about a red lever that will release the parachute.  I see something red near his left pants pocket.  I reach for it and pull with all my might.

Turns out that was his wallet.  At least I think that is what it was.  I only got a brief glance as it went flying away.

But then I spot something else red by his right pants pocket.  How many red wallets does this dude have? What the heck, I’m going for it anyway.

Expecting to make it rain with the remains of my passed out instructor’s second wallet, I pull the red item.

Only this time it works.  We immediately stop falling to out death and begin to drift softly to the earth.

What a relief. Now I just hope I don’t’ catch the flu.

Is Everyone In Here Crazy, Or Is It Just Me?

The old saying goes, “practice makes perfect.”  I know this blog will never be perfect, but I hope to continue to make it better and better as I become a better writer (a great writer probably wouldn’t have used the word better 3 times in that last sentence).  And the best way to improve my writing is to just sit down and write.  But what do you do when you can’t think of what to write about?

I often have a difficult time figuring out what to write. In order to find content, I subscribe to an email newsletter from WritersDigest.com.  Along with helpful writing tips, Writer’s Digest sends out a weekly writing prompt.  This provides me a subject to write about when I can’t think of one.

Here is one of their writing prompts from a few weeks ago:

One morning you awake to find yourself in a straight jacket, being taken off to an asylum.  How do you prove your sanity? What do the guards and psychiatrists say you did?

Nothing beats waking up in a warm bed, snuggly tucked underneath the covers.  However, this morning the covers were just a little too snuggly.  So snuggly in fact, that I couldn’t move my arms!  What kind of body builder mom tucked me in last night??

Wait a second.  I am not in a bed. And my arms aren’t wrapped in covers, they are wrapped in a straight jacket.  What’s going on here!?!

Just then two oversized, bearded men stomped into the room.

Great, I’ll just talk to these nice lumberjacks and figure out what is going on.

“Hello gentlemen.  I think there has been some kind of mistake,” I said.  “You see, I am a sleepwalker and it seems as if I sleepwalked right into this darn straight jacket.”

“Zip it creep!” said the bigger lumberjack.  “We don’t want to hear anymore of your ramblings.”

“Anymore of my ramblings?” I asked. “But I just got here. At least I think I just got here. Wherever here is.  Where is here? Since we are on the subject.”

“You’re at the Maximum Security Prison, sponsored by State Farm,” said the big fella.  “But you aren’t here for long, come with us.”

“Good.  Finally things are starting to make sense.  Let’s get me out of here and back home.”

“Home? You won’t be going home for a long time,” said my new friend Paul Bunyon. Apparently the smaller lumberjack wasn’t much of a talker.  “We are taking you to the Applebee’s Insane Asylum.”

At that news, an overflow of questions bubbled into my head. ‘Why am I being taken to an insane asylum? Why would Applebee’s sponsor an insane asylum? Do they actually serve Applebee’s there? Is that the place with the bloomin’ onion?’

The talkative guard must have seen the confusion on my face because before I could ask, he answered my first question of ‘why was I there?’

“Anyone who threatens to steal the Declaration of Independence, cut off someone’s face and then ride a flaming motorcycle needs to be locked up immediately!”

Although those three things sounded familiar, they didn’t sound like me.  I’m usually the kind of guy who doesn’t get out much.  I tend to stay at home and watch movies.  Heck, I don’t even know which restaurant serves the bloomin’ onion.  I’m not the criminal mastermind type.  I have a hard enough time working my VHS/DVD player.  I really doubt that I could find the Declaration of Independence, let alone steal it.

Wait that’s it!

“I know how to explain this!” I said.  “Last night there was a Nic Cage movie marathon on TV.  National Treasure, Face Off, the flaming motorcycle one.  They were all on!  I must have fallen asleep with the TV on then sleepwalked and acted out some of those movies.”

The guard stopped walking me toward the door and looked at me.  “While I believe everything you just said, anyone who purposely watches more than one Nic Cage movie in a night deserves to be locked up in an insane asylum.”

I guess I couldn’t argue with him there.  Well, I hope this place has bottomless fries!