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The Alarm Clock That Wakes The Dead – Final Part

He recovered after a week in Hospital, must have been a great blow!

A lady visited him and told him all about it. She said, don’t ever insult people!

He went home still not sure if had done anything wrong. All he remembers is that he told her: Lemon is good for you, so use it as a salad dressing, it’s better than fatty Ranch or Thousand Island Dressing and Lemon can help burn some fat. Instead of sweet sugary drinks drink water.

He had gone further lecturing this and that some of them he now starts to remember as he heals:

• Park really at a distance from supermarkets not near their front doors.
• Avoid drinking diet sodas and such foods. There is no such thing as real sugar with zero carbs without harming your body.
• Eat vegetables, fruits. Substitute beans for meat.
• Yogurt or whole fruit is better than icecream for desserts.
• Eat sandwich rather than fatty burgers.

Drink Green Tea

Get a alarm clock that wakes you early for fresh air in the morning and a few steps for outside walk!

He says, “I will never ever tell anyone what to do, that was my mistake.”

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Alarm Clock That Wakes The Dead – Fiction – Part 1

She is munching on the salad with two five ounces of ranch dressing still on top. Her tongue keeps tasting dressing more than the salad. As she finishes her final bite, she mumbles to her husband, you know they were thinking about buying alarm clock that wakes the dead.

He shaw and heard of everything. Went home and those entire scenes played right before closing his eyes after long hours of a hectic day.

His eyes are shut and now he is snoring. He asks her, what the hell did you mean by that alarm clock which wakes the dead. Did you mean to say alarm is so loud it wakes even a dead person or were you just joking? There is no reply. Doors are locked. Windows are locked. Strong wind slowly enters through the air vents on the floor. Wind gets stronger. He is lifted up in the air, one inch below the ceiling fan that is now moving beyong its limit. Slowly door opens itself. He screams, help! But the sound remains suspended in the air. It’s dark. The fan falls down and crashes on the floor as he is sweeped out of the door into the dark sky. He says, this can not be happening to me. This has to be a dream; he pinches himself but he can not feel. This time he pinches real hard by the other hand. A huge chunk of his meat is on his hand, for sharp pieces of the broken fans had become nails. Bloods flow like a rushing river.

He is dropped down on the ground. He opens his eyes as one of his hands feel stones.

Sun is rising as usual. The alarm clock goes buzz.. Buzz. He wakes up and shooks his head and gaps, what a hell of a dream. He feels safe and secure and laughs as he flaps his arms like a bird, I am a live, I am a live.

Nurse : Are we done operating with this man?
Doctor : Everything looks good, the nose is in place and mouth looks good, it has stopped bleeding. Lets wake him up.

His lips start making sounds… Where am I? What happen? Nurse upon padding him softly says, you fell down when a big fat lady punched you on the face.

To Be continued to part two….

a Fiction – What is work?

If we were to count people on the planet who never had to work even for single a day, how many would there be? Not too many might be a correct answer…

It is possible to live on the wealth of your heritage. Your grand grand father worked and left you with his lands as far as your eyes can see, left you with many bungalows in the cities, left you with his lavish cars and a thick bank balance. Now, you call yourself a party guy and a millionair class. You see jobs as jobs only for those who need money. So the idea of getting a job makes you vomit because you are not going to work for someone since you are already so rich.
As time passes by, you see everything shrinking; your land, bungalows, and bank balance. Sometime you ask yourself will it end before my time?

Every year adds more fun to your life; you drink alot, do more parties, fly to places, ride on cabs, for your car was pawned a long time ago. You never let your feet touch dust, you eat where only rich eat, dress like a beach models, smile yet all your assets are rapidly disappearing…

* lands all gone
* bank balance gone
* you never worked so you will probably not get any unemployment benefits, that is only unless you were living in a developed country where the Government was stupid!
* You tried doing business long time ago but you never learnt the principle of running a business. Your business dies, and you could win the genesis world record for crying long!
* slowly everything leaves you. Your assets, your spouse, and your so called rich class!
* Then, finally your ears are open. You can now hear your ancestors voice….
* Work, i had to work to give you what you enjoyed without working. Now, work or beg!

The end!

Wake up every morning, thank the God, and do your daily chore, and go to work. Yes put a great smile on your face although a gigantic angry mood would better suite to the tensions in your brain. On the way to work, get pushed out of the bus, or slam the brakes at every feet of the movement, or hear horns coming out of your back seat!

You know you never won any staff of the year awards for punctuality. As you enter the office building there goes the beautiful sound to keep you happy all day long

Boss : “Sam, this is straight twice in a row. Come see me after you clock in!”

Sam does the clock in and enters a fancy office where the boss is mumbling like a lunatic

Boss : “Sam, What is your problem man! You make a good money here! There is a rumor going around in the office. You are making videos for youtube daily and you are blogging every night on bunches of blogs. Is that true Sam?”

Sam : “well, yes!”

Boss : “What ? Well then, you might have to think about a new joooooooob! You sure do not sleep well. Your productivity is extremely low these days. I am sorry, you leave me with no choice Sam. The company policy does not allow me to hire any longer.
Sam : “Alright, if you had let me do blogging while at work, and shoot your nice angry face and office works for youtube, all this would have never happened. The he** with this job. I quit! And remember you are not the only one who is leaving me.
My wife did too!”

The end.