Friday, February 3, 2012

fav movie

So one of my favorite Disney movies would have to be Shrek because it is just funny and uncomplicated and has a lot of stuff in it that make it funny like all of the other fairy tales in his swamp. The hero is Shrek of course. The anti- hero is Lord Farquad. The maiden that Shrek goes after to find is Fiona. The reason so many of these are used so often to describe stories is because of the familiarity of them to everyone. Cultures all use the same archetypes cause it makes it more interesting for people to watch and read about. It has just became normal entertainment for us all.

Friday, January 27, 2012

The kill floor

It was a stormy Friday night on the 19th of August 2011 in Boise, Idaho. The lone worker was cleaning up at the local meat shop after a long days work. It was 11:40 at night and he was just starting to get done with the cutting room. Looking forward to going home after the long day he speeded up even more as wariness tried to slow him. Finally he just had the last room to clean, the kill floor. It would be a quick hour’s work. All he had to do was pressure wash the blood from the floors and walls. He brought the pressure washer in and lit it after connecting the water line to it. It was midnight when the knives started to disappears. He would turn around where they had been just seconds before, and they would be gone. Five minutes after twelve the power cut out. Utter darkness. He could see nothing. Only his memory could guide him to the nearby breaker box. He stumbled over the drain barely staying on his feet. He had only been here a week. He remembered his boss commenting his cleaners never stayed for more then two weeks. They always disappeared never to be seen again. They had never even come to collect their finale paychecks. As he reached the breaker box his thoughts returned to the present problem. As he was about to flip the breaker back on he felt cold steel against his throat.

The next day everyone came to work like normal. They found a few extra tubs of meat that they didn’t remember seeing, but they figured it would be easy to not notice a few tubs out of the many in the coolers. It was not an uncommon occurrence, and they even got used to seeing them every now and then. They always just did the same thing and mixed it with their burger. Work went on, but yet again their new cleaner never showed up again. The boss sighed. It had been two years and it was the same every few weeks. “Oh well”, he said to himself. It had also been two years since he perfected his burger recipe.