CarmenJimersonCross
Bio
proper name? CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine SHARING LIFE LIVED, things seen, lessons learned, and spreading peace where I can.
Read, like, and subscribe! Maybe toss a dollar tip into my "hat." Thanks! Carmen (still telling stories!)
Stories (113)
Filter by community
NES
INTRODUCTION In this episode of a favorite child story, the one that never ends, Our young adventurer travels through a land parallel to that which we have grown comfortable. She goes in search of a solution for her her own troubles and in the attempt at saving what can be saved from a future void of existence for the characters of a fantasy world.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Fiction
NES
There was a storm brewing outside, a storm that drew Tyrean's attention away from the front of her classroom. It held her eyes fast to the darkness and swirling colors …green and orange …just beyond the glass. It was a dry storm, probably electrical. There was no rain. It was heading their way. They had already studied the effects of lightning on nature and human life. They had studied it in earth science. Studied it, but not lived it. A summer squall was not unusual in the region where she lived with her father. Anyone who knew the area …had lived there for any length of time, knew to look for and expect the annual storms. "Tyrean," the teacher called her name mid lecture and stormed over toward the girl near the window and leaned to look out. She was forced to call her name again to push the issue of importance of education over fantasy. "Tyrean!," the girl jerked in her seat, "Yes." The teacher stood and turned to face the blackboard then raised both hands to brush loose tendrils of hair from her face. As she wrapped several loose strands back onto the bun at the back of her head she chided the girl, " I see nothing worth studying out there, Tyrean. Your best focus is on me… is that clear?" Tyrean nodded, not bothering to bring attention to the discolored sky. "Keep your eyes focused towards me lady, I stand where your future goes!" Ms. Marion strode back to the head of the class to stand before the board, "Now, where were we?" Several hands shot into the airspace above the audience of twenty nine. As she picked up her black tipped pointer, Ms. Marion aimed and tipped it once, twice …three times as though she were casting a spell. "Ronnie, where were we?" A young man spoke up, "The sustenance of leaves!" She smiled, "Someone was actually in class. Can you be a little more specific?" The teen straightened himself in his seat and began, "The life we live as supported by leaf life …chlorophyll," he read from a tablet on his desk. Tyrean blushed lightly and raised her hand, "It was …I was distracted by the types of leaves …so many trees and plants outside; we should never have a problem with oxygen." The teacher corrected her, "No, there are many plants with green leaves in some places, but the entire earth is losing its chlorophyll level… the chlorophyll plants - green leaves generate carbon dioxide into oxygen. The plants just outside our window are very meager representation of the sustenance for our life - the regenerator of oxygen." As she turned toward the blackboard to write, Tyrean released a sigh of relief. The storm outside the window had distracted her beyond the original focus on windblown leaves at the window. Ms. Marion's voice began again, pulling the girl's attention outward once again. "The process of generating oxygen from carbon monoxide is natural in the life rhythm of a plant - green leafy plants," Ms. Marion's voice drained away to a more internal voice; a voice that sounded like that of the princess in the Ivory Tower. "But for the process of Time, Tyrean." The voice paused and Tyrean darted quick glances around the classroom at the other students and back toward the blackboard where the teacher was making white and yellow marks to demonstrate her point. When it continued Tyrean blushed. Fantasia had never ventured into her mind outside the privacy of home and a book, The Never Ending Story. It was becoming personal, "…But for the Process of Time, we are - as you have kept us, ALIVE - for the process of Time." The bell rang throwing students from their one hour root spaces around the classroom. The sound drowned Ms. Marion's voice to less than a murmur, a low murmur inaudible to teenagers eager to escape the clenches of science. By the last bell tone only a blur of sneakers and denim amid a wash of color could be identified in one massive rush through the classroom door. Tyrean glanced down at her watch to see that she would have only enough time to dash to her locker to toss in the morning's textbooks before starting through the hallway to her next class. There would be no time for thinking about what she wanted to carry. She would keep her journal and notebook for the next class. The flood of bodies in the hall caused her to struggle in rhythm with their flow in the direction of her locker, then up the flight of stairs toward class. English Literature was always easier for her; it did not require formulas or remembering extinct dates. The distraction caused by the storm outside now left her in a frame of mind that could benefit by her sitting in a class made for creative thinking. As she entered the first door on the second floor the woman standing at the front of the room nodded her head in a gesture of acknowledgment. "Good morning Ms. Brody,” Tyrean tossed a verbal greeting in her direction. A slight smile edged onto the teacher's face as Tyrean slid into the second row seat assigned to the girl on the first day of class. Seat order was the first thing established in her class, more for Ms. Brody's memory of names and faces than for anything else. The students changed so often it was impossible to recall each and every one by the face presented if they were not put in some perfect order. As the room filled, she began to etch on the board:
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Fiction
WANNA BE
INTRODUCTION: In everyone person's life, there is an inner existence that pushes them to be. Once placed here upon this earth from infancy and into youth curiosity pulls them forward into what exists around them. As they become aware of the variety of things about them, they endeavor to relate to each new experience whether driven by the internal or the external prompt of other creation. In this world, anyone and everyone can be defined as a......
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Humans
BEATING DOWN COVID
WE NEEDED SOMETHING DESPERATELY. Something to tide over a summer following home schooling before video classrooms. The "PANDEMIC lock down" didn't leave much choice for what to do. A painted rock found along the walkway in our favorite city park and another two at the city library spawned our solution. The rocks had been placed by Springfield Rocks with reference back to location and date painted shown by a strip of paper applied to the back. Rock painting, with or without the direct membership of the city rock painter club would be our resolve. Acrylic paints and sealers with a collection of various tipped art brushes sat over blotter paper and several rinse bowls for brush clean up can while away hours for anyone patient enough to create art on a rock. Of course there are suggested ends for the art created. It gets shared to the general public. It is to be hidden in a public place to be found, photographed and notated of location on social media, then hidden for the next person. The rocks travel sometimes over seas as a traveler finds, displays and restarts the stone on its way from a grocery store isle, shopping mall bench, library shelf or a walkway in the park. Many communities have online meet ups to display new artwork and progress made on a series of paintings and those found.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Families
THE HOLE IN HEAVEN
INTRODUCTION Sometimes in the struggle to maintain equilibrium in society, we embrace the negative because of the "too many cooks in the kitchen" problem. Sometimes one or two individuals fall, other times (and more often than not) an entire community or nation falls as a result of the error in oversight. We rapidly embrace the error, the negative for reason of vanity, bravado and ego... image, when the error is embraced, it takes all hell to pay for it. when hell is in charge, it's a direct result of
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Fiction
BEATING DOWN COVID
MAJOR NEWS STATIONS ACROSS THE NATION announced "lock down," ...mandatory announcement in March of 2020... THIS IS NBC NEWS...The White House and all prominent public health officials have urged people across the country to stay at home as much as possible to prevent the spread of the corona virus. Nonetheless, governors of five states have yet to issue lock down orders for their residents, and three states have issued only partial measures..." This was the President's orders. A stressed overtaxed president being brow beaten for the usual national safety measures, NASA concerns for "being the first" out there and other governmental departments resettling for the ongoing monthly eruptions by resigning or fired staff members. His trusty VP at his side, he and Federal Emergency Management Agency operatives for Emergency Management projects inherited from the prior administration meant to guarantee our status of security and response to every possible form and source of terrorism, were confronted with an assault on the health of the American population. A national terrorism concerning population health is the jurisdiction of the United States Department of Health and Human Services CENTERS for DISEASE CONTROL supported by the WORLD HEALTH ORGANIZATION. It was a potential health crisis, our ability to respond, react and recover on a national basis. No president dealt with such a scare since the 2015 -2016 ZIKA VIRUS PANDEMIC. There was the 2014 EBOLA outbreak that did not last, and the 2002-2004 SARS... Severe acute respiratory syndrome (SARS) is a viral respiratory illness caused by a coronavirus called SARS-associated coronavirus. We had fallen short for response but recovery was quick, it didn't last and did not progress throughout out millions. COVID came on the tail end of beefing up security levels for terrorism of war. After the drug raid at Manuel Noriega's Nicaragua to diminish and deplete drugs being brought into the United States, a short end abandonment of mission brought military home and some military units of Nicaragua in pursuit for vengeance at the destruction of that nation's economy which relied heavily on production of those drug substances. That mission cut short, focus was turned to defending Kuwait in 1990. Forces were shipped over seas to battle Iraq. Concerns for national security were set high in regard to terrorism strikes via the health of American population. The ability of government entities to respond on short notice with precision defense and recovery among the common folk would be a project worth effecting. The shut down of the nation to provide ample time for medical resolve was mandatory. The president held the population still; he was the only one who could.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in The Swamp
VOICES
January1989 SHE GAZED OUT OF THE UNCOVERED WINDOW at the ice and snow of Michigan's January. The tiny campus apartment was a relief after the six short months she had been transposed from her licensed career as a realtor in one of the wealthiest counties in the state of Michigan to a student on Eastern Michigan University's campus. Although she applied to several others, MARYGROVE COLLEGE, WAYNE STATE UNIVERSITY and MADONNA College... a two year campus that she would need to file for transfer from, keep connection with her course instructo/county judge/new friend; and the newly licensed attorney instructor from the classes registered for. The first four year campus to return was EMU. Eastern's campus was the more open road which would let her avoid a jumble of directions in her mind. She was transposed to being a student, living on campus, squandering for a roof over her head. With the approval for admission and start of class in September 1988, Carmen... I... the she at this story's heart... drove the sixty miles south to confirm approval for enrollment and begin the necessary steps to attend classes. Despite the agonizing pain of a freshly fractured skull, I... she drove with her daughter in the passenger seat beside her and to the reluctance of her father's Pontiac SSE Limited to what would be the final ruination of her and her two children's lives. Her sixteen year old daughter, Juanita, was unusually aware of traffic about them and nervous for her mother's condition; but rode silently with her favorite selection on the radio. She was a very necessary escort of late. Although she was not yet licensed, it was with thanks to Mrs. Love, the Southfield High School advisor, that Juanita had already taken the driving instructions course. The first thing they had done on arrival in Southfield was to get her state identification while her mother transferred driver's license to the new state; and new eyeglasses... the prescription filled for her daughter during her mother's own appointment after the September 1987 military accident. Her new glasses came along from PearleVision... her mother's first focus upon landing in the new home space. Juanita had worn glasses, however resentfully, since age six. As co-driver, she needed to be attentive.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Humans
LIFE OF THE ESTRANGED
INTRODUCTION Since the appearance of EVE in the GARDEN OF EDEN and LUCY, the missing link in Charles Darwin's theory of Evolution; women have been struggling to find their niche in the world. Through ERA and the gender war, she has endeavored to remain demure, while controlling a jack hammer. She strives to hold down two full time jobs, a part time job and cook the three or four eggs necessary to hold her place in the society of her own family unit. Sometimes, during all these endeavors, she gets lost. Knocked around in the callous world while trying to find herself, she is forced to live a
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Families
EVERYBODY WANTS A HERO
EVERYONE WANTS A HERO, but how many are willing to do what it takes to be that? Whether that be in a single family or an expansive community, a hero has to be somewhat of a leader. From the family father... dad who takes his wife and children on outings on weekends or after work to the mom who follows that track and field, soccer or basketball practice schedule ritualistically being there for their little one. The drive is to assure their child has as much or more than they were ever capable of acquiring or accomplishing They don't want to be that parent that falls short emotionally or financially. They want to provide what can be... without lesser option. The grandparents signing on the become guardian of grandchildren left behind mother or father doing a military duty takes pride in providing that intermediary monitor, but for the amount of time it takes for reality to sink in. They have signed away what very well could be their golden years to relive the trying times of life... for their child. There will be no traveling to distant shores with grandchildren in school while the principal or teacher calls out for help. "He's done it again," is the call out from school for every child at least once; if only to conference on classroom or chosen course expectations. Track meets are hard to keep up with, on schedule and with desires to show family interest, but for a child's. Or readying for the prom... will they attend and stay out how late? ...mom or dad are not around. Everyone wants a hero.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Families
CHI GAMMA IOTA
Devised as a support entity for military enlisted personnel on the university campus, Chi Gamma Iota may be losing its grip. The various campuses where the veterans club has sprung up are finding it a fall behind among student involvement through pledges. Without a veteran support entity veterans who sacrificed time and money, career options and lives are lost, thrown to rubbish piles and walked over.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Serve
DELUSIONS OF A MAD WOMAN
DELUSIONS OF A MAD WOMAN (one man act/stage play) Stage opens to a woman laying across a large cushioned leather chair and ottoman at the foot of her bed. She is dressed in her lingerie... a turquoise thong and athletic bra,, sipping coffee; her hair tousled as if she had just had sex. She sits writing, smiling and sipping her coffee by the dim light of her desk lamp on the desk across the room.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Humans
