This is another excerpt from my writing exercises. It is a conversation between two characters, but since I don't have names or anything I'll just name them Person 1 and Person 2.
Person 1: Is it ironic if I irradiate my mutant frog?
Person 2:Is your from a mutant because you irradiated it?
Person 1: No.
Person 2: The it's not ironic.
Person 1: Are you sure?
Person 2: No, not really. I'm your evil second-in-command, not your grammar teacher.
Person 1: Oh, do I need a grammar teacher, then?
Person 2: Eesh, no!
Person 1: Oh, ok. I'll just use yours then. Ooh, can I irradiate your grammar teacher?
That's all I got so far. Thanks for reading!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
It's Benn A While!
Wow! Time has passed and I did not intend for this period of inactivity to extend itself this long. Apologies to all.
That being said, I suppose the question is . . .
Now what?
I will hope to answer that query soon. Until then, be safe out there and live without fear.
That being said, I suppose the question is . . .
Now what?
I will hope to answer that query soon. Until then, be safe out there and live without fear.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Journal Entry-Church Musings
During worship service, I felt led to write this.
God is sovereign. God is bigger than my little human mind. He is bigger than my tiny heart. He overwhelms me when He fills me with His Spirit. I am like a thimble being filled by a fire hose. I can't help but be overwhelmed. Even when I choose to look away and follow other things, His overwhelming Spirit captures me again. He brings me to Him and I am redeemed. Lord, give me a bigger cup to hold more of Your Spirit and Love! I know that I can fill it with things of this world and I have done already with my tiny cup, but please give me a bigger cup! I need to be filled by more of Your Grace and Love! At least help me not to empty what you've poured out to me and fill myself up with things of this world.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Writing Exercise
I wrote this today and I liked it so I'm posting it. Tell me if you think this could be the opener to a good story.
3/5/11—Time, depending on the point of view, can pass as fast as a heartbeat or linger for ages like the monoliths of old. Humans have the luxury of fleeting existences. They are like matchsticks, flames that burn brightly, but flicker and die in an instant. Our kind, however, have the soft glow of a fire that one thinks is close to dying but never does. We don't burn as brightly as the humans, sure. But we have been around long enough to know that it is not how bright you burn while you are here that's important, but what catches fire after you've gone.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Board Games and Eternal LIfe
If my life was like The Game of Life, I would have lost years ago. There have been regrets, wrong decisions, big mistakes, and failures littered across this road behind me.
But being forgiven does not mean that this life can be a mulligan. I have but one life, and I cannot change the messed up me that was before. He's dead. He died on the cross along with my Savior. If I died right now, I would have no regrets for my future is in the Almighty God, the Lion of Judah. The Enemy teases me into looking back at the past and what I could have done differently. Sure there were other paths I could have taken, but I would not be the same person that I am. If God wanted a different version of me, He would have one. My life has always been in His hands.
"For it was You who created my inward parts; You knit me together in my mother's womb. . .Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began." Psalm 139:13, 16
I thank God that life is not like the board game, because what I think is good and what God knows is good are not always the same. Rock star? Doctor? Chemical Engineer? Where is the Toy Department Manager card in this game? I want that one. Uh, really? The world tells me that I stuck in a dead end job, but I say I'm blessed to even have a job. I also get to shine the light of Jesus in a dark place. Whether you see it or not, retail is a spiritually dark place. My store needs Jesus. Not just the people I work with and the customers I serve.
And my service is not for my own glory, but for the glory of the One who saved me from everlasting regret and loneliness. I believe God chose me to serve here to show people that Jesus is not far from everyone of us. Those people I love like Jesus will hopefully join me when the Messiah returns to judge the quick and the dead and those who are His will sing forever and ever:
"The Lamb who was slaughtered is worthy to receive power and riches and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and blessing! Blessing and honor and glory and dominion to the One seated on the throne, and to the Lamb, forever and ever!" Revelation 5:12b, 13b
But being forgiven does not mean that this life can be a mulligan. I have but one life, and I cannot change the messed up me that was before. He's dead. He died on the cross along with my Savior. If I died right now, I would have no regrets for my future is in the Almighty God, the Lion of Judah. The Enemy teases me into looking back at the past and what I could have done differently. Sure there were other paths I could have taken, but I would not be the same person that I am. If God wanted a different version of me, He would have one. My life has always been in His hands.
"For it was You who created my inward parts; You knit me together in my mother's womb. . .Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began." Psalm 139:13, 16
I thank God that life is not like the board game, because what I think is good and what God knows is good are not always the same. Rock star? Doctor? Chemical Engineer? Where is the Toy Department Manager card in this game? I want that one. Uh, really? The world tells me that I stuck in a dead end job, but I say I'm blessed to even have a job. I also get to shine the light of Jesus in a dark place. Whether you see it or not, retail is a spiritually dark place. My store needs Jesus. Not just the people I work with and the customers I serve.
And my service is not for my own glory, but for the glory of the One who saved me from everlasting regret and loneliness. I believe God chose me to serve here to show people that Jesus is not far from everyone of us. Those people I love like Jesus will hopefully join me when the Messiah returns to judge the quick and the dead and those who are His will sing forever and ever:
"The Lamb who was slaughtered is worthy to receive power and riches and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and blessing! Blessing and honor and glory and dominion to the One seated on the throne, and to the Lamb, forever and ever!" Revelation 5:12b, 13b
Friday, February 4, 2011
From The Benn's Archive
Okay, so I've been digging around my old ThinkPad laptop and found some old creative writing exercises from back in the day. This is one that I like, enjoy!
January 27, 2004-Fighting the Fame
Being a Chandler, Jaife had lost many things: friends, family, even his left eye. A Toraz Dragon took it as a token of their arrangement. He’s had to tell so many different stories to travelers and vagabonds who ask him about it. Sometimes he tells them he lost it in bar fight, other times it was a succubus that stole it. He has to tell people stories like that so the Toraz can keep their anonymity. The ones that ask about his eye are usually the ones who discredit his legendary status as a great fighter.
“How can you fight? You only have one eye, you couldn’t even sharpen your blade, let alone fight an entire band of Cyclops like they say.”
That was when Jaife would take his sword and throw it toward the nearest target, whether it was living or not. The skeptics always got the point, but some got more of the point than others.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Stories
Journal Entry from 5/20/10
I find myself troubled by the sheer volume of novels and stories out there, and that there is an assurance that as the population grows more and more, the number of writers will grow as well. Of course talent isn't equal among these so-called storytellers, and there are varying degrees of greatness associated with each work and the motive to write is as arrayed as the writers themselves. Some write for pleasure, craving an audience or simply excited to share a vision or glimpse inside one's soul. Some write for money, seeing a market to corner and make onself insanely wealthy which is getting harder and harder for a writer to do in the digital age. As much as these two reasons have found many writers to claim, I find myself with one consuming reason and corresponding dilemma. I wish to give God glory and to preach the Gospel in my writing.
The dilemma is such that I haven't written anything that I care to consider:
a) worthy of anyone reading
b) giving proper glory due to the Lord
c)containing anything resembling the Gospel
I used to write before I knew the Lord. I wrote a great deal of poems, stories, and the like. I was inspired by my dreams, my nightmares, and my buried feelings. Once I put these things on the page, I felt like I had served my purpose. As if I were a vessel filled that constantly needed to be emptied. My "vessel" has since been eternally emptied since I gave my life to Christ. He has saved me from my burdens, my shame, and my death sentence. I now have no selfish desire to spill my thoughts on the page, because I simply pray to my Father in Heaven. But where does this leave me?
I still feel an urge to write, but what? I wish to write simply to please God, but I want others to know this truth I've found. How can I reach people with my writing when I don't write anything that people want to read? I have ideas that come to me, but they go nowhere.
Lord, please forgive my procrastination and give me the discipline to do your will for my life. Let my life be another story in your book. I submit to you, Lord Jesus. Forgive my trespasses and grant me the clarity and vision to write to please You and bring others to You. Let not my name, but Your name be given the glory.
Amen
I find myself troubled by the sheer volume of novels and stories out there, and that there is an assurance that as the population grows more and more, the number of writers will grow as well. Of course talent isn't equal among these so-called storytellers, and there are varying degrees of greatness associated with each work and the motive to write is as arrayed as the writers themselves. Some write for pleasure, craving an audience or simply excited to share a vision or glimpse inside one's soul. Some write for money, seeing a market to corner and make onself insanely wealthy which is getting harder and harder for a writer to do in the digital age. As much as these two reasons have found many writers to claim, I find myself with one consuming reason and corresponding dilemma. I wish to give God glory and to preach the Gospel in my writing.
The dilemma is such that I haven't written anything that I care to consider:
a) worthy of anyone reading
b) giving proper glory due to the Lord
c)containing anything resembling the Gospel
I used to write before I knew the Lord. I wrote a great deal of poems, stories, and the like. I was inspired by my dreams, my nightmares, and my buried feelings. Once I put these things on the page, I felt like I had served my purpose. As if I were a vessel filled that constantly needed to be emptied. My "vessel" has since been eternally emptied since I gave my life to Christ. He has saved me from my burdens, my shame, and my death sentence. I now have no selfish desire to spill my thoughts on the page, because I simply pray to my Father in Heaven. But where does this leave me?
I still feel an urge to write, but what? I wish to write simply to please God, but I want others to know this truth I've found. How can I reach people with my writing when I don't write anything that people want to read? I have ideas that come to me, but they go nowhere.
Lord, please forgive my procrastination and give me the discipline to do your will for my life. Let my life be another story in your book. I submit to you, Lord Jesus. Forgive my trespasses and grant me the clarity and vision to write to please You and bring others to You. Let not my name, but Your name be given the glory.
Amen
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Taco Soup Recipe!
I know there are many recipes out there for this, but this is the one I've grown up with and it's pretty dang good. My grandmother gave it to my mom who later gave it to me. I noticed that this recipe is very versatile in that you are able to interpose different ingredients depending on your personal taste. I hope you enjoy!
1 pound ground beef (your personal level of fat %)
1 can Ro-tel Brand diced tomatoes (your personal level of heat)
1 can whole kernel corn (yellow or white)
1 can beans (red kidney or black)
1 package taco seasoning (pref. McCormick)
1 package ranch seasoning
1 bag tortilla chips
1 package shredded cheese
Brown meat, then add to rest of ingredients in pot and let simmer for at least 30 minutes; the longer the better. Don't forgot tortilla chips and cheese to complete the meal!
1 pound ground beef (your personal level of fat %)
1 can Ro-tel Brand diced tomatoes (your personal level of heat)
1 can whole kernel corn (yellow or white)
1 can beans (red kidney or black)
1 package taco seasoning (pref. McCormick)
1 package ranch seasoning
1 bag tortilla chips
1 package shredded cheese
Brown meat, then add to rest of ingredients in pot and let simmer for at least 30 minutes; the longer the better. Don't forgot tortilla chips and cheese to complete the meal!
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