Keep Calm And Write On

Hello there, world. You have been sadly abandoned as of late. But I decided to grace you with my words long enough to bring you this . For this exercise, I chose Charity and David, two of my main characters from Underground, which is mid-gigantic overhaul as we speak. So here you are! Enjoy! The bell on the café door rang as they stepped inside. The lady behind the counter looked on with curiosity at their motley crew, but didn’t ask any questions, only gave them a menu and told them to take as much time as they needed. David skimmed the menu, and tried not to wince. “Not enough for us to eat, too?” Charity said, softly. “No.” David was under the weight of that old feeling again, of being one hundred instead of eighteen. “But coffee is really cheap. That should keep us going. You want one?” Charity wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like coffee. It’s so bitter.” David shrugged. “At least it’s something in your stomach. And it’s all we can afford.” Charity nodded reluc

Okay, this is going to be a controversial post, so let's get on with it. I'm not going to waste your time trying to be witty or sugar coat anything, so I'm just going to come right out and say it; My generation disappoints me. And because they disappoint me, I'm seeking to address the issue with a letter. Because addressing problems happens to be something my parents taught me. Because I need to voice my opinions. If they stay any longer in my head, taking up space, I will scream, and no one wants that. Dear Generation Y, I overheard a conversation between a few of you a couple of months ago, which gave me pause. I forget the particulars, but the gist was that you were upset at your parents about something. The reason you were upset was petty at best, and your argument was utterly unfounded, but I didn't say this, after all, I'm just an eavesdropper. You continued to talk on and my mind wandered, thinking about the Ugg boots on your feet, the skinny jean