Got a lil recognition at the job today. I work part time at a local grocery chain and they liked the job I am doing so much they gave me this star pin!

Apparently it’s a sign that I am exceeding expectations for the job, which is a first. Last job I worked refused to give me an exit interview and fired me over the phone. That job is gonna be an article for another time…

A Machine For Pigs

A poem

By Dustin Plank (Dusty_PlZ)

Work

Toil

And never rest

The ones who fall

Shall feed the rest

Stock the shelves

And pay the bills

It ain’t worth nothing

If it can’t be shilled

Work, work, sleep, repeat

If you hate the monotony

You can live in the street

From when we are born

Our life is work

We work for money

We work for country

We work for God

In the end, we work for nothing

With our bodies and minds we feed it

And our sacrifice keeps the machine going

How I wish someone would throw a grenade in the works

So mankind would never work again

Simply to feed a machine for pigs

On being unknown

It sucks being a nobody. Especially in a world where being somebody is an inherited trait.

People tend to take celebrity for granted in this age of social media. “just make a YouTube video and people will notice you”

Sounds nice. Until it isn’t. If someone puts a video of you doing the WRONG thing, it can ruin your life… or end it. That knowledge tends to dissuade people, making fame a sort of double edged sword…

Knowing that puts us in a strange situation. It’s human nature to want attention, but is even the cost of good attention (fame, celebrity) worth the time and effort put into it? Look at how celebrities are treated when they express an opinion. The reaction is shameful! Its as if after a certain point you are not allowed to have an opinion at all!!

So that being said, which in your opinion is worse: being known or unknown? I would settle for being known a little, but that’s just me…

The specter of current events

Not certain I told anyone, but I live in America. And oh boy, things are not looking good at ALL. Our people are saddled with inescapable debt, our president is a criminal and everything is going to shit ( pardon my French).

I’m worried that things are gonna get worse, with no “better days” in sight. Just look at current events in our government!! I feel afraid and powerless, and I doubt I’m the only one feeling this way.

But enough ranting. What worries you about the state of this country (America)? I especially want to hear from people in other areas of the world about this. My country may not act it, but we are connected. What happens in one place affects the whole!

Update: what I’ve been up to before the Hub was created

As I mentioned, I am an amateur writer, which is not to say I am inexperienced at all. I have written stories and poems that I have submitted to contests @ Writers Digest among other publications. I also have worked on a comic book story for Southeast Comics (it’s date of publication is tbd, unfortunately).

With all that being said, if anyone wants to contact me, either about writing or just to shoot the breeze, leave a comment below and I will reply when I can!

Thank you very much for your time.

-Dusty_PlZ

My First Blog Post

The Hub is ON LINE

The Hub of CreatiV is online!!

WELCOME ALL! I am the Master of the Hub, Dusty_PlZ, and this is Studio CreatiV!

Here, I will post stories, poems, and the occasional bit of personal news. Be sure to check in from time to time to see what is new! This whole experience is new to me, so bear with me, as I don’t really know what I’m doing (*embarassed LOL*!)

Now, onward!!!

The Vacant House-a Choose-your-path story

The House had been empty for over twenty years. No one dared to go in, not after what had happened there. The local paper taken to calling the place, “The Butcher House”. Ironic, because the last family that lived there was the Bakers. They had owned that house for generations, right up until the last patriarch-Richard Baker-was discovered burying the remnants of his wife and son in the backyard. People said the place was haunted, and it had since fallen into great disrepair. sometimes, at night, there could be heard the sound of wailing from within, like an otherworldly force still remained there.

But that didn’t scare the Man at all. He had boasted that the House was nothing to be afraid of. He called the rumors of ghosts bullshit, that he could spend the entire night there. And now he was heading there to back up his claims. Driving up to the House was the longest drive he ever had to endure. Many times he wanted to turn around and go back to his apartment. Eventually the only thing that kept him going was pride. I can’t turn coward now, he thought to himself. Eventually, he came to a steep hill. The House was up there, away from the road. He had to walk the rest of the way.

As he trudged up the hill, it began to pour sheets of rain. It rained so much, he could barely see the house. When he got there, he had to feel for the railing to the front porch. Up the porch steps he went, and there it was. The door. The fear was so great he had to use all his courage and fortitude to turn that knob. Then the wailing started. Now he REALLY wanted to run. But if he did, what would his friends think…? He froze there, not sure of what he should do. Finally, as the wind howled and rain beat down on the old roof of the House, the Man decided not to let fear overcome him. He opened the door and was greeted with…

WHAT WAS INSIDE THE HOUSE?

A. A family of feral cats that jump on him

B. A guy in a ghost costume, trying to scare him

C. A dark void where the rest of the house should be

OR…

Put your own answer down!

…Put what scenario you want to see in the comments below. This is just a tester of the Choose-you-path story format, so no stress!