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Learning to Fly

Dear Dad, I should have done this so much sooner but I am a procrastinator as you well know. Sharing my thoughts with you now is the very least I can offer. Soon you won't remember my words and perhaps not even my face. Fate is cruel, stealing your memories but leaving your body healthy and intact. From the time I was little I always felt safe with you. We had so much fun and not always...Read On


Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 08, Boudreaux Family Values

This chapter contains racist dialogue, including the 'N' word, some may prefer avoiding.

  “Hey, good lookin’, what ya got cookin’ tonight?” At the sound of Darrell Ray’s cocky, teasing voice, Bebe gave him an unhurried glance. Then she took her time putting away an unread folder, turning off the fluorescent desk light and covering the typewriter. When everything was in order, she leaned back and met his gaze. It was way past the lumberyard’s two o’clock Saturday closing time....Read On


Kindred Spirits, Distant hearts. Chapter 10.

She jumped and cried out in surprise as she felt a hand grip her shoulder.

Berlin. May 27 th , 1941   Since returning to the Charité, Katarina had immersed herself totally in trying to run her ward as efficiently as she always had but things were very different now. Medical supplies were becoming scarce and interference from the authorities was increasing daily. It seemed to her that there was no room for the mentally ill or permanently disabled in the...Read On


In A Lifetime

A view of the current political landscape

Shadows are falling, and I have been standing here all day, with time seeming to be running away and there is no reason to really be anywhere. It feels like my sense of humanity is slowly going down the drain, and hope seems and feels like it is slowly becoming undone. While I feel like my humanity has gone down the drain. I ain’t really looking for anything in anyone’s eyes, and though it’s...Read On


The Mystery of Stony Lane

This story is a lateral thinking puzzle, a murder mystery, and a horror story combined.

          Stony Lane is a long, narrow, dead end street.  Stony Lane is connected to Main Street, which is a very long street with many small roads connected to it.  There are hills on both sides of Main Street beyond the small roads. Stony Lane is about 300 feet long from Main Street to the end of the street. Stony Lane is not connected to any other street.      John lives alone in a one...Read On


I Ain't Broke

Here we go again

 Okay, fine! I will admit it then. Here goes. I am an addict. Are you happy now? No? Well, what else do you want from me? (Heavy sighs, eye rolls, stomping my feet) My story? Why? You think you can fix me, don'tcha? Well guess what? I'm not fucking broken!     Maybe I am slightly damaged. Slightly. Damaged? Aren't we all? Except for you, of course. You have somehow managed to live 40...Read On



It's worth the wait





It all started as a game. A macabre game that was transformed into a horrible nightmare. She looked at me. Her sad eyes foreshadowed what was going to happen. And before midnight, in the way hours before had unveiled that spirit board, she died in my arms. With a slight and definite sigh, she left her body. And the spirit board refused to continue playing.  ...Read On


John's Story

Poor poor John

John held perfectly still as he leaned against the tree. The deer moved cautiously out of the trees onto the meadow. First, a doe with her fawn stepped out. Looking all around, walking sort of jerk, jerk, look. Finally, the rest followed, last of all came the buck. Still cautious, he stepped forward with authority, like when Dad came in for supper. Holding his breath, afraid anything...Read On


Seagulls Don't Give A...

Are we sure human beings are the smart ones?

As long as no one tried to shoot or eat me, I'd like to be a bird. A seagull, to be exact. Flying around, crapping on cars, telling people to flock off. Maybe even make a few little ones. It's a perfect life. They are also completely disconnected. Some days, I also wonder what being disconnected would be like - no phone, no television or radio or internet, and definitely, no...Read On


Vampire Justice Part 30

Raven works to save Molly, while Carlo is free.

Raven looked up at Slade, "Can I help you with some information that may seal the case for you?" Molly looked at Raven wondering what her lawyer meant. "That would work for us, but what do you want in return? Molly will have to plead guilty to some crimes. I will not have her walk." Slade weakened but held back his thought. "Give me some time with my client, please?" "Okay, but be quick...Read On


Every time I swallow my drink too fast, usually water, I am reminded of my near drowning. I hate thinking about it, for I don't wish to remember that time period or anything else associated with that. I fear it may drive me to madness.   I'd feel completely suffocated, unable to unentangle myself and take my emotional health to safety. I don't have any tools yet for when I cross that path.  ...Read On


Goldilocks and the Three Pigs

A teenage girl has an adventure with three little pigs

Once upon a time in a land not so far away there was a girl named Žaneta, who was known to her friends as Goldilocks, on account of her beautiful long hair that was as yellow as a buttercup.    One sunny day, Goldilocks awoke to a snorty squeaky noise coming from under her window. She was used to funny occurrences, and she wondered if the day would lead to an adventure.   Goldilocks was...Read On


The Legend of Zelda: Heroes Alliance

a boy born again and again, aided by his past lives to fight the impending evil

Prologue      Deep  in the forests of a kingdom of old, lies a hidden tribe. The tribe had seperated from the kingdom, as well as the rest of the world. Inside the tribe lives an orphaned boy of sixteen. On his own, he's become self reliant, building his own home and furniture, preparing his own meals with homegrown vegetables and fish caught by the river. Currently, he's assisting the...Read On


Adios Irma

And stay out!!

This, hopefully, will be my last rant about Irma   Tuesday 9.12.17 4:20 pm EST Irma has finished her dance with the sunshine state. She hovered over Naples for hours pummeling them with rain and devastating winds. She even left a storm surge of about 3 feet. The last time I saw Irma's location was Sunday night around 9:15 right before we saw sparks flying out our sliding glass doors...Read On


The story of a blind and a lantern

The earth is getting very sick day by day. But, the human minds are thousand times sicker !.......

  An ascetic came from a long journey to an obscure village on a gloomy night.   There were some villagers continuously walking to and fro in the streets. When the ascetic walked into an alley, he saw a dim yellow light approaching quietly from the deep end of the alleyway. A villager said, ‘The blind is coming!’ THE BLIND! The ascetic wondered. He asked someone nearby, ‘Is...Read On


Soul Crushers

Chained up, dilemmas, arguments, betrayal, who do they trust? Will the teens be able to win?

Brain Dead CAN WE HAVE SOME SPACE PLEASE everyone be patient. JUST MOVE... WHO'S PUSHING.. I WANNA SEE HIM... THEY'RE MINE.. JUST SHUT IT. A million voices of fans are heard from the crowd. It's insanely loud, and the heat is almost unbearable. Fans are screaming from the top of their lungs waiting for their idols; the security has given up trying to keep them quiet. They're clearly...Read On


When Next the Goldenrod Blooms

Seasons come, seasons go



Another Unedited Musing

It's unedited. Enjoy it, or whatever.

I’m not entirely sure I like you. Everything here is too bright and too dark.  It’s a fucking paradox and it doesn’t make any sense. It doesn’t even make paradoxical sense. Like, why am I sitting here typing this?  My hands are betraying me. The wind is harsh, yet comforting. Why’m I even drunk? Am I sober?  Do I exist? Ugh, questions! Like, I could just write this out like some...Read On


About cheeses and mice

Charlie, the mouse, got up that morning wanting to eat cheese. He got stealthily out of hiding place and having taken precautions reached the kitchen. It was deserted, and he thought, Hmm, how wonderful! Not without difficulty, he has managed to climb to the cupboard where he hoped to find a tasty gruyere cheese. But what his eyes saw was a fruit bowl full of apples. When the apples saw...Read On


Waiting for Irma~Still

I can't stop typing

***These are random thoughts I have while waiting for Hurricane Irma. At the time of these writings Irma's projected path shows her coming straight for me! I don't know what to do while I wait so I just keep writing*** Saturday 9.9.17 10:30 pm EST Tom Petty wasn't lying! The waiting is, by far, the hardest part. It's been 24 hours since I wrote my last "entry" or whatever. About Irma. Ughhh...Read On


Back to Eridani

We arrived at this place a long time ago, the place of the Universe to which the souls lost like ours arrive. And we have lived and shared almost everything here. Your children, who are my children, preferred to stay on Earth. This is an inhospitable place, I know, but it is our home. Helpless, how many nights I spent sitting by your bed when you were sick, out of time, not knowing how...Read On

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Waiting for Irma

Nothing else to do

I'm sitting here in Southwest Florida, mere feet from the Gulf of Mexico. I live here. I've lived here for 30 years and have never been this scared. There is a storm coming. A huge storm. Hurricane Irma. She is 400 miles of catastrophic wind and will bring storm surges over 12 feet high. I feel like I am waiting to die. We all are. My family. My love. My life. Waiting.  Why don't I head...Read On


Extraordinary wives

It is very difficult to be the wife of a dictator. In addition to all household duties, the husband must be instructed to direct the country well. It's a grueling task. And then there is the issue of the press. They are like vultures, always making offensive statements. On the other hand, and after embarking on charity works we are called hypocrites. And finally, when we spend our money,...Read On


Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 07, Summer Inactivities

  Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 07, S8ummer Inactivities   “I guess it’s about time we had that little talk.” Jake Cahill stood in the doorway to the crowded laundry room, watching his son pull clothes from the dryer. “Oh, I already know all about that stuff,” said Mark. “The stork brings the babies and leaves them under a cabbage leaf.” “So that’s how it’s done. And all this time I...Read On


Blue Lamp

Every second is a life time with every minute bringing you closer to God, with nothing seen but red lights which make your body seem to burn. With a minute in the sunshine seems to translate sometimes as a decade in the dark a world away as it takes part in a dream. Still, there are times when it all remains like those finest simple threads when you feel you can’t clear your head, and...Read On


Asylum Ch.2

Sometimes the scariest thing is a smile

The next morning Eric was escorted to his cell under strict watch after completing his three hour therapy session, with the same results as day one. Not a damn thing had changed in his behavior or his way of thinking. As they neared his cell he could smell an unusual stench to say the least. He couldn't quite describe it, but it made his nose curl in disgust. The guards stopped their march...Read On


Small great moments

They watch me during class. They are very brazen. I do as if it had nothing to do with me. They throw paper balls at me. I remember when I was in my mother's womb and could not be born. I was aware of my mother's desperation, and I also thought that I would stay inside her forever. And she was so beautiful on the inside as on the outside. I remember the cold winter mornings when my mother...Read On


First Fight - Ch 7 of 7

The first situation in life, where there is only one door way out. For this matter, a door way in.

The End My father who is working as a nurse at that time, he went to the brother’s house, possibly with my grandfather. Makes a talk of peace, after explaining the situation about me protecting my brother. The next day, I went to the unfinished house. I went there and planned to wait for Richard. And there he was, sitting on cement bricks with a thick pad of cotton covered with medical...Read On



S eeing the Devil sitting on the doorstep telling everyone how to live, and what about the place we call home? With there being so many times it seems we live out our lives as if we are in chains and in most cases, don’t realise that we have the keys to those chains, with the escape in most cases being sleep. Most think we can just go back and it just makes no sense with the enemy residing...Read On