Hiccups

Back to basics. Hiccup.

Faith remembered all to well the scene that was once the scene she was standing in now at the beginning of the end. She stood in the ruins that's was her home. She scanned the grounds, dipped back into her bunker locked down and began counting steps.

A. Make amends.

She noted her brains long list of unforgettable mistakes she weighed deeply on her own soul.

She looked quickly for a notebook and began again this time remembering to write in a note at the top remember to list as you list. Don't forget, to edit the first draft, Copy then from the rough draft to the second edit, and then to the final copy. Not to forget to add in charts, pictures, references, notes, mind mapping, and plots versus conflicted versus resolution.

She quickly grabs her aunt dessa paper and begins to jote down her, amended apocalyptic to do list. First thing on her notes was a bunch of mixed signals and codes for "fudge your face whole."

She believed in a world of make believe. She was constantly feeling like someone was standing over her shoulder. She felt so strongly about it in periods of her life that she sometimes followed them home.

So, this being said she thought it was a constant supervision thing in an unseen world.

She always addressed them, while trying not to be rude to people who didn't believe that they were there. She tried not to mingle with the world of chattering to much. She thought that it was either something she didn't need to know about or it was not real.

She often reflects on her current situation for the fear of fudging funnies was always on her back. She then lost thought shakes it off and begins to jote down next up on her list.

A. Make amends.

She stopped right where she was writing and asked God to forgive her for the hate that was in her heart. She asked God to look over the ones in pain and suffering from what she felt she had to do. She looked around her bunker after her prayer was completed saying "Amen," aloud in a mocking tone only to herself for she had ended her prayer in her head before she repeated the word out loud.

She wanted to make sure that her plans went as smoothly as the end could possibly go. While also keeping a grim sense of humor at the end of Forever, she felt it was important to keep a heart open for humor being as needed to fate as fates of other emotions from her box that was opened previous to the birth of Pandora. Pandora's box of residence was inside the box in Hades closet labeled only "Fate." But it also had a cute little rainbow cloud with the pot of gold and the leprechaun sitting beneath the prisms of water droplets caught by light of a new Dawn, Noticed quickly by Faith, when she snuck out of her box the first time into a world beyond the universe that was her home in 2020 A.D.

Faith scanned over her list in her head carefully before jotting down any unnecessary information. She made careful to only nickname her co conspirators and hidden enemies. She thought she'd made up a world of her own.

She then began to write beneath the Amends to first amend your own heart to find peace with oneself you have to hate yourself admittedly first to make the changes your world needed to see. Then Look to your family, your friends, your community, and then to yourself. If you remember to send your own heart God will be there for the A. #1. survival of the end means sometimes surviving in a world with nothing left.

Always leaving written notes what she was doing, when, why, what she needed to do, and even what she wanted to do. She had always hoped that her peak a boo children could look back at her scribbles and lectures to herself and remember at the time when they needed to that,

Mom Loves You. Peak. a. boo. means something to me Redbox king and Roblox queen.

As that exact phrase was the next thing she had written to a Pumpkin King and A Poison Ivy Queen she had only known from the world beyond reality called a skitzo effective disorder.

So she was told. She however was still weeding our truths from our lies said a narrative voice from beyond her owner's manual. So, Faith was a very lost girl. So many things laid before her seemed unreal and so many things hidden in lies seemed true. She however couldn't tell the difference.

She moved to the second phase of an apocalyptic shutdown. Make inventory.

B. Make inventory

*1 of one's self

*2 of one's shelter

*3 of one's sustainable goods

*4 of the people left

*5 of the steps needed to have a future

*6 How to obtain those steps

*7 Materials needed/currency/trade?=People?

*8 The set up

*9 self defensive and reflection

*10. Hunting. man or beast.

C. Re-evaluate your list from 1-10 and re-write the second copy combining the copies with graphs, charts, maps, and webbing for each number. The start, the middle, the conflict, and then resolutions. After each number has been initially outlined and broke down into almost an essay of

"Do you want to live, Homework. Sorry, Part Time was taken."

she stated this aloud as she wrote out her list of todos before she even began her list of to dont's she was going to see her theory of limitations and compare it to her Assisted daily living to be able to person center plan her survival skills.

Then combining her materials and theory's tested or not, referenced and not, for a third copy before editing and producing a Final draft.

The Final draft, with an updated outline to the final copy, as an index that includes references and sources.

Faith wanted very much to leave her work at work. The apocalypse has other intentions tho, and she admittedly to herself decided at fallout, that has s**t to do and couldn't let the apocalypse win.

Faith knew she needed the paperwork, the numbers, and the inspiration to be able to sway any stranger or "Friend" to join her side at the end of forever. She wanted to assure the people that she met that she was in a well guarded and safe area to be able to plan documents and finalize the information they needed to make them through the coming storm.

Faith, was already terrified, she looked at the coming rapture on the way into her bunker. The first Day, D.D. as she referred to it, "the day the bomb of pestilence flew through the plague, D. Day," when sought shelter until proven cleared. She had one blessing that not many had, she had the gift of Foresight in a prophetically wiccan world she was waking up to.

She stayed in the bunker and did not write her list. She knew it was coming, she knew she could have taken more time, but she had ideals that she wanted to work through with God and try to build a yellow brick road to a rainbow bridge of accepting fate for tomorrow instead of destiny for today.

"PTSD, a skitzo Faith, and a retelling story that always changes but always stays the same. The answers, they will come when you need them, In Time, so bunker up for 40 then reevaluate the world you walk into. Remembering yesterday reminds you why two steps back sometimes takes you forward in a world of only right turns you eventually are going left anyways. Stabilize, routine, plan, plan to plan more."

The voice from on high on day one was apocalyptic yesterday heroes of foreign wars. For a 40 day for a 20 for love and 20 for the yellow brick road that Dorothy got lost on. While on her way home from oz, she was detouring on the road less traveled for a new mission, distracted by the rainbow bridge, not to mention the shits and giggles from star trek meets wars for the first time caught on candid camera a debut she was praying to make a arrangements to visually see the show.

Faith prepares to prepare herself for the next stages of reevaluation and editing.

"Homework," Faith shakes her head at God. "You said the s**t levels of paperwork would go to Duncan..."

God only replied "David Duncan is an All star."

"Let's get there then, Here comes the circle of life again, presented by one and only Disney's the lion king, brought to with the help of conjured earbuds and manifest Internet and YouTube."

Sarcastically saying as she writes together her tech from another time to help her medicate in cope through the coming days of isolation no matter how many people walked the dorms of her bunkers faith, remained alone, Army of One. Till God, became her very best number two.

"Remember he hated you when you met, " Faith told herself, "this could be a trap of traps" she lectured out loud to anyone who could hear her pleas, she did this for the thought that someone could, by the set ups called life by the other side of the theory, the side which includes a dead Osborne, and unknown laws of crazy trains.

"Be on guard, guest."

The narrator spoke to where Faith could hear her. she looked around shook it off and moved from the right now lists of survival dependent homework. Someone, like Faith, who'd been studying apocalyptic stupid with herself for a long time, seemed a crucial part of success in the downfall of Man Kind, and very important to have the abilities to do the work even if it's a ton of paper homework. Especially the work that causes you to read, look up, study, apply to life, and then essay an essay out of given, found, and earned knowledgeable information.