To What Effect?

"Fortunately, they only ingested a small portion of the poison, so they'll pull through eventually, but it is unclear how this drug will effect them in the long run." The doctor said, wiping his hands. His brow creased. "We know too much of a dose will kill a person, but small ones may have other effects."
"Like what?" She asked in a small voice, looking to the two young men.
"It's hard to say. We'll find out more once we get them to a hospital and run some tests."

-Inspiration from a line from Detective Conan Movie 8

Too Poor to Rob pt3

Heavy set bouncers, guys so tall they had to duck to get under my door, a martial artist, a couple guys who looked like they should still be in high school, some wrestlers, and then a couple average looking men, streamed into my house. The wrestlers and the bouncers carrying couches and tables. The guy who looked like he could be in a karate movie carrying a large tv, the average joes holding chairs, and the burglar carrying in a rug. "Come on man, don't stand there like a statue, where do you want us to put it all?" he demanded with a smirk.

"Uh...uh..." was all I could stutter out. My eyes probably were flying saucer sized at this point. I had to be dreaming. "The...the couch can go under the window." I finally suggested.

"And have the glare of the sun on the tv? No way." The burglar said with a frown. "No wonder you have nothing here, can you even decorate?" He rolled his eyes. "Jay, Ezzee put that down by the door. Two Pic, John, and Scamp, table and chairs over there." He quickly directed the strangers and before I knew it...my tiny place actually looked like someone lived there.

The burglar grabbed me by the shoulders and propelled me to the couch, forcing me to sit. "You can sleep here tonight, it's going to take us a bit longer to find a bed."

I gaped at him. "A bed?" I repeated.

"Yah, this thing that people sleep on at night?" He shook his head. "Honestly, man. What do you expect to continue to sleep on? The floor? You're better than that, being in college and all."

"I...I...I"

"Should probably wait to form complete sentences until after the food arrives." He interrupted me again. "Don't worry, that will be soon."

If I Ever -Teaching

If I Ever get called to teach a class in church....

I'm definitely not going to put my class into groups and have them teach themselves.

Mostly because I've never liked that lesson.
I prefer to learn from a teacher, not from my peers.

The lessons never seem to be as spiritually powerful when we have to go into groups.
It just causes disorganization. A discord. There isn't one voice, there are many.
And I've always found that difficult to learn in.

So.
If I ever get called to teach.
I'm actually going to teach.

I wouldn't mind if people spoke up and volunteered thoughts and experiences.
But I definitely wouldn't take the route of having my class teach themselves.

In the Eye

I believe it was my contact lens.

As this morning, I put it in in a hurry so I could make it to church.

But somehow there was a little tiny spec of irritant somewhere either on the lens or my eye.

That made wearing the contact rather jarring, like an eyelash that just won't leave the eye.

I wasn't able to fix it for a while though.

So I had to deal with my eye feeling irritated.

Which probably tensed up my muscles a bit.

But events in Church just added upon the tension already experienced.

Where we had to do group work. -which I hate-

And the tenseness of having to socialize in a new situation.

Plus the fact that I was hungry.

Resulted in me having a headache that's kept me in bed for most of the day. *shakes head*

Too Poor To Rob pt2

My fingers hesitated over the numbers.
Should I call? I mean, what would I tell the police? 'Hi, I came home and there was a burglar in my house, but he didn't steal anything, because I don't have anything to steal, so he said he'd be back.'
Oh yah, that would get me laughed at. Why would a burglar return to a place that had nothing to steal?
I sat on the floor, the blanket that was my bed not doing much to hide the chill of the night. I glanced to the windows, to the door. Was the burglar actually coming back? He had to be kidding....right?

I jumped as the door suddenly swung open. "Oi mate, why'd you lock it? I told you I'd be back." The burglar said as he peered his masked face in. "Didja call the coppers?"
I quickly lowered my phone, as I got to my feet. "No..." I said slowly, stunned he actually came back.
"Good. One sec." He disappeared into the darkness. "Hey fellas! Coast is clear!" I heard him call.
Fellas? "Hey, Wait!" I took a step, but froze as more people than the place probably could hold streamed into the doorway, chattering over the top of each other, their hands full of..... furniture?

-Inspiration from Tumblr post

Too Poor To Rob

I leaned my head against the door to my apartment, feeling the cool surface just briefly.

I was so tired and what awaited me on the other side wouldn't help at all.

I exhaled, already able to picture it, already feeling my emptier stomach growl. An empty room, an empty fridge. I hadn't expected to start my first year of college in what could pass for a jail cell, but it had been all I could afford under the circumstances.

I grimaced, no, no need to bring up that nightmare that I'd escaped from to mind now.

Reluctantly I slid the key into place, unlocking the shabby door.

I walked in, unafraid of the darkness. I had no chairs or tables to worry about running into here.

I didn't switch on the lights, the electricity bill in this place already had screwed me over. No need to use it more than I had to. I pulled out my phone, flicking on the light there. I tossed my school bag to the far wall, already turning for the sink to get some lackluster water.

"You actually live here?"

Startled, I spun around, light flashing across the masked figure of a man, a gun in one hand a bag in the other.

"Because I came here to rob you but, dude. You have literally nothing."

I exhaled, rubbing a hand across my eyes. "Thanks for making me feel worse." I muttered, eying the gun. "Just my luck too I came in while you were here."

The figure chuckled, waving me off, as he stuffed the gun in the bag. "Wait here. I'll be right back." He said tilting his head in a nod, and darted out the door.

My hand lowered slowly, the light shining a lonely circle on the floor. Wait. What?

-Inspiration from a Tumblr post

If I Ever -Along the Ledge

If I Ever built my own home....

I would place a secret room in the house that could only be accessed via a ledge.

This thought comes to mind because in my current house.
We have a stairway that leads down to the basement.
But instead of the wall being totally flush down to the stairs.
There is this random ledge about a foot or so wide.
That goes straight across.
Obviously probably meant to access the wall on the other side to hang decorations up that high or something.
But with how it's painted now.
If you're not paying attention.
The ledge gives the illusion that the stairs are actually a hallway.

So If I were to build a house.
I would have this ledge.
That I already desperately want to walk on whenever I head down the stairs.
Lead to a secret entrance to a hidden room.
Perhaps it would be a secret way to access parts of the house without being seen.
Or I would just have it be my secret space.
A secret space that I would probably disguise to look like a random artwork.
A secret space that needs a code of some sort to get into.

That way.
I would have a reason to walk along that ledge to the wall on the otherside.