Red Light

     Because of the unfortunatities which involve me not writing much, I have devised a pretty aweome little narrative.  Also, on my youtube channel I have some awesome songs coming your way.  On top of this awesomeness, I have created part of the game Card Wars from adventure time to share with you.  Look for it, I know I'm not reliable, but it'll all be great in the end.

Narrative:

                The traffic light blinked off and on.  Red, blink, red, blink, red…  Dylan’s lights blinked in tune, indicating that the car would soon be veering right.  No cars were on the road, it was night, nothing much was happening at all.  Dylan just sat there.   He had just dropped off his oldest son, Bobby, at football.  Another day, another practice, some more driving.  Tomorrow he would wake up and go to work.  That’s what he’d do.  Wake up, go to work, come home, drive Bobby to football, go to sleep.  He’d wake up.  Wake up… 

                A car honked behind him.  Dylan was lost.  Where was he?  Blinking red light, that’s right, forever blinking red light.  Red, blink, red, blink, yellow, green, blue, purple, red, blink…  The car’s lights stared at Dylan’s back, angry that he had not moved.  Dylan stared at the light, watching it blink, in tune with his lights, in tune with his eyes opening and closing.  The road was empty ahead, a car waited behind.  Eventually he heard a shout from the side and the car drove past, a finger was shown but Dylan wasn’t sure why, or how, or when…?...?  Something was up.  Oh, the light, the blinkingness was up, towards the sky, towards God.  God?  Was he real, would he do this to Dylan, all this nothingness.  The light blinked on, yes, no, yes, no, God doesn’t know.  Why would it be Dylan sitting in a car on an empty street.  He could go off and leave, could go straight, what if he did go straight?  Bobby would miss him, at least, he guessed he would miss him.  Who’s the him here?  Must be Bobby, no wait, it was he who was him.  Right, the light.

                Go forward or go left, that’s the trouble.  Something troubled him.  It was the light?  No, not the red, that made sense.  It was the left.  Right, oh, right, he had to go right.  Day-dreamed about the dreamed day where right wasn’t the right answer.  Home wasn’t the house to be.  Wife wasn’t the woman to have.  None of it made sense.  Figured that’s how it goes though.  And the car moved from it’s stationary position.