Obituary

Commander Matthew Schreiner

S.C.P.O. R.N.

Obituary

A Senior Officer of the Ministry of Defence , Commander Matthew Schreiner S.C.P.O. R.N. 

is missing, believed killed, while on an official mission to Turkey at the age of 47. He was born in Surrey, England on January 14th, 1968 to William and Wendy Schreiner. Matthew Graduated from Fairview High School and went on to receive a Bachelor of Fine Arts from the Art Institute of England. He was married to Violet Browning on May 4, 1982. Matthew took pride in working as an administrative coordinator at the Ministry of Defence and loved to help young operatives understand the fundamentals of working in the secret service. One of his best attributes was working with other people and getting the job he was assigned done. Matthew is survived by his brother Marshall Schreiner, his nieces Katie and Alex Schreiner, his parents William and Wendy, and his loving wife Violet. Matthew will be remembered as the best field operative in MI6 History. His wonderful spirit, joy, and talents will be celebrated at 11 am at St.Anne's Cathedral on N. Halsted St. The Burial will be at 3 pm at Graceland Cemetery. 

Traveling the world

We walked down the terminal in the airport. Every sign we passed the more clueless we got. A women's voice on the intercom babbled on in Japanese. It was the busiest airport I've ever seen. The only way we managed to get to Baggage Claim, was to look at the little tiny pictures next to the big Japanese writing. We got the baggage claim and shuffled through tourists to get our luggage. We all met up outside the crowd with our bags in hand and flagged down a taxi cab. The taxi-man grabbed our suitcases and jammed them into the trunk. We then set off to Tokyo. One thing I really remember well  was the lights. A lot of people would say the city is dirty and grungy but if you just look up it becomes the most clean city. The neon blue and green lights streaking across buildings and the fluorescent pink and red lights flashing. Its was like taking a bath in light. You lose yourself really. All three of us didn't have much to say after the long thirteen and a half hour flight. We were surprisingly quiet. The taxi arrived at the hotel and I don't remember much that night. I guess I was really tired.
That Japanese bed I woke up on had a very different smell. It wasn't a dirty smell, just different. Like they used a different kind of detergent here.
     
         "Wake up bro" said Wesley as I rose up out of my sheets. Wesley was standing in the so called kitchen that only had one counter. It looked like he was searching for some kind of coffee.
         "If you find any coffee, could you make me a cup?" I said as I got a towel for a shower.
         "Yeah, I don't think we are gonna have coffee. The only thing in this tiny cabinet is a bowl of tea packs." He said with a sad tone.
         "Wheres Kathen?" I asked.
         "He went down to the lobby to get some tourist brochures for things to do around here." Wesley said closing the little cabinet.
          We all took a shower and all got dressed. We looked at the brochures to find some fun activities we could do. There was walking own the cultural streets of japan to try new food, see Japanese dancers, learn how to make sushi, travel around on a horse, going o a hike etc. We decided to head down to the streets of downtown and see everything we could.

        

Polished draft (Flash Fiction)

Our mission was simple, assassinate Kyad Fud with one sniper bullet. And walk home like it never happened.

"Pull the trigger." Sam insisted.

"I cant, the wind is too high." I said.

"Its now or never John!" Sam said angrily. My cross hairs were bouncing and I had little change of take down.

"PULL THE TRIGGER!" Sam yelled.

I pulled the trigger. 

In that moment, I was teleported to a flashback. " Gentlemen  this is a simple covert operation. I want this to quick and clean. No mess ups. I choose you two men because you are the best men I have. Were not supposed to be in Afghanistan, and that's exactly why you cant make any mistakes. Literally  no mistakes or this county will  face a total sh*t storm. Understood?

The bullet left the barrel of the sniper rifle, I saw the bullet in slow motion. The bullet grazed Kyad Fud's ear. 

 All of the listeners covered their heads and scrambled. Kyad Fud's bodyguards already taken him to safety. 

"Sh*t" Sam said quietly. 

The afghans had started to shoot mortars on the hill we were laying on. We collected our stuff and headed down the hill because their was no other way. We had to kill Kyad Fud. Mortars and bullets flew left and right of us. I don't know how but somehow me and Sam split up. I was sprinting along side of a small ally way. And all of a sudden, and shelled mortar thumped the ground to the left of me and it sent me flying through the sandy drywall of a hut. My back hit the other side of the drywall and I flew through that too. I was dazed and needed to get on my feet. And stun grenade flew in front of my face and landed in the sun heated sand. It blew up and I was def and blind. 

Bullets flew in this sand tanned Afghan village. Mortars shot up destroying poorly made huts all around me. My vision returned to me and I managed to get to my feet. I grabbed my gun and ran up some stairs of a two story apartment. I put my finger on my nose and blew out. Sand flew out and my nose was now unclogged. As I made my was into the second room a man with a bandage wrapped around his head swung his gun like a baseball bat and hit me in the head.

Our mission was simple, assassinate Kyad Fud with one sniper bullet. And walk home like it never happened. 

Flash Fiction #1

There was a man. His silhouette was in the window. It seemed as if he was walking closer and closer. I was in a cabin up in the Alps by myself. I was alone. This man got closer and closer. I ran into my room and shut the door slowly and quietly.

I heard soft footsteps coming up on the door, then stop, turn. I hold my breath. I hear a clicking sound coming from the lock, the sound I imagine a million black beatles would make as they slid over each other. Then the door handle begins to turn.

The creaking of the old wooden door squeals as the door opens, quietly, carefully. The first thing I see is the barrel of a gun as it bares itself in the sunlight. What follows is a man. He is large, no, massive. A broad chest, over beaning shoulders, and a ball cap that reads "Beware of the bear" on it.

I cover my mouth and crawl under my bed, praying he didn't see me.
"Hello!" The large man yelled as he slung his gun over his shoulder.
"Hello!" he repeated, his voice becoming impatient.
"I just wanted to let you know that you left your car lights on." He scanned the cabin. I rolled out from under the bed.
"Oh thanks." I murmured, embarrassed about my over reaction.
"Just kidding, i'm here to kill you," the man yelled. He positioned his gun and pulled the trigger...

Colors - Reincarnation

         Being reincarnated is more strange than people think. There is stuff that happens that you would never think that would happen. For instance, there is a lot of colors. Yes, yes I know. It is very weird. Its almost like you are flying through a rainbow. I always wonder why that happens every time I die. I just fly through a rainbow. Colors, colors, and more colors. And right before I end the flight of reincarnation, a voice says, "Try a little harder this time". I am always very confused when that happens. I don't know what to try harder on. The voice doesn't say anything else. And then, simply I enter a new body. I enter a ocean of opportunities. I enter the future. I enter another sacred life...

Poem

Floor it...

Floor it like you are the last person on earth

Floor it like your dad just gave you his keys to his Ferrari

Floor it like it has been a red light for years and all of a sudden changes to green

Floor it like the world is falling apart behind you

Floor it like a hoard of zombies is right in front of you

Floor it like you are about to go off a jump to make history

Floor it like your days are numbered

Floor it like time is counting down



Floor it like like there is no tomorrow...

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Whats my favorite thing to do on my free time, you ask? My favorite physical activity is #snowboarding. My favorite thing to do sitting around is #Hangingoutwithbros. Things I love, #Apple, #iPhone5, #Snowboarding, #Drivingmanualcars, #Music, #Burton, #Neversummer, #Ferrari, #Lamborghini, #Pagani, #Acceleration, #Eating, #GoPro, #Snow, #Summer, #Beach, #Sand, #29thSt, # FlatironsMall, #Comedy, #Netflex, # Italy, #Hawaii, #Cali, #Europe, #Africa, #Safari, #Vacations, #Trips, #WarmWeather, #ColdWeather, #Zombies, #PostNuclear, #Fallout, #RetroFuture, #DCShoes, #Vans, #Enjoi. Thats is!!!