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Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch. 12, Love on The Levee

   The official plan, as carefully explained to all parental units, had called for Amy and Libby to share a motel room. The guys would stay with Mark’s roommate who was supposed to be in summer school. In reality, Mark’s roommate had just flunked out. And no one questioned that Bob and Libby would have the motel room to themselves. Once they were dropped off, Mark and Amy headed for...Read On

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Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 10, Moonlight and Revelations

This could be her last chance to, well, to do something to get Mark’s mind off Bebe.

 The phone wouldn't stop ringing. Amy, sitting at the table on the other side of the kitchen, eating a bologna-on-white-with-mayonnaise sandwich and heading into what she sensed would be one of the   steamier parts of,"The Carpetbaggers," tried to ignore the noise, though she couldn’t help wondering what had happened to her sister who always tried to beat everyone else to the phone. Jan...Read On

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Fernando Story

Attention: this is the combination of the "Tales for adults" with the "Cruel world series".

PART ONE THE CULTURE OF ME   Once upon a time, there was me living on the planet Earth. And the next story has begun, when my planet was strong enough to start on the program for the near space exploration. In the one hundred anniversary of the Saint Seraphim Sarovsky, I was riding a bus in the Russian city of Chicago. And Russian woman was sitting near, frightened by the loud...Read On

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Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 09, Darrell's Disaster

After Darrell Ray bungles, Mark get some man-to-man advice

Delmar Bullock wasn’t impressed, not one little bit. The three young farts standing just inside the door to his storage shed didn’t seem good for much, most of all a Klan job. At first, they tried to act cocky like this was no big deal. But none of  ‘em said a word after seeing the cross he put together that afternoon. He wondered why Jack Boudreaux, who always worried about security...Read On

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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

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Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 06 Cards and Cuddles, pt 3 of 3

    All the ‘grown-ups’ were gone, but no one was interested in re-starting the card game. At Amy’s suggestion, the guys fixed something to drink while she grabbed some snacks. Provisions in hand, they went out into the warm night air on the screened-in back porch. To keep from attracting bugs, they left the lights off. Except for the glow from inside the house, it was dark. To no...Read On

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Dancing To Ray Charles: Ch 06, Cards and Cuddles, pt 2 of 3

  The arrival of Amy’s mother, complete with an old photo album halted both their card game and the Interrogation of Willie. The invitation they had expected and feared, to join her on the couch, soon followed. When the migration ended, Willie and Amy were sitting on either side of her mother while Mark and Bob knelt and peered over them from behind the couch. The first picture Mrs....Read On

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Dancing To Ray Charles: Ch. 06, Cards and Cuddles pt 1 of 3

      Hearts, as played by Amy, Mark, Willie, and Bob was as much a contact sport as a card game. They’d all been varsity athletes in high school, were still competitive, and hated to lose at anything, including cards. The current debate didn’t center on the game, however, but which album to play during the next hand.   “Okay, y’all,” said Amy, addressing Mark and Bob while collecting...Read On

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Today: Chapter One

"Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone..." -Otep, Jonestown Tea.

 

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Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 05, Trash Is Easier To Handle Than Life

After surviving his 'Peace Talk' with Amy, what next?

  xxx Hauling trash isn’t that bad a job, thought Mark, as he drove away from the now-deserted American Legion Hall. Unbuttoning his sweat soaked shirt, he let the wind blow across his big, sweaty chest. Of course, loading and unloading all that stuff in this heat comes close to resembling real work. But hauling it away, that’s a snap. While grinning at his own joke, he double-clutched...Read On

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Mr Clement

A bitter ex-pupil meets his old sadistic teacher again. Time for punishment.

"I still don’t see why it takes two of us to stand here. I mean, it’s not as if they’re queuing up to get in, and it’s only half eleven. Another three hours of this? And I’m bloody roasting. Why I have to wear a suit I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll stick this out for much longer" Lee Griffiths said, sighing in frustration and looking along the pavement in both directions as if contemplating...Read On

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A Nightmare

I had a nightmare about you. My mind taunted me with vivid images of you, and the time we would have spent together. We smiled, flirted with our eyes and used a hidden language known only to you and I as we pretended to be nothing more than friends whilst in the company of others. I saw you kiss her and hold her hand. You cuddled her close as we all sat and had a good time. You seemed so...Read On

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Life of a Fat Chick - Part 1

The life of a big girl is never easy...

I grabbed a bottle of my favorite sweet red wine and placed it in my cart. I needed to get a few things from the grocery store before I could finally head home for the day, but Jesus if I didn't want to just skip it altogether and just go home. I was beyond exhausted. Long nights at the gallery in preparation for the upcoming art show had put my body on strain as well as my mind and all...Read On

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Dancing To Ray Charles: ch 01, Two Dancers

She needed the nice guy, but wanted her bad boy.

xxx In the spring of ’68, it was the worst of times. Student protests raged from the Sorbonne to Berkeley. Civil rights demonstrations and anti-war rallies were turning violent. Martin Luther King was dead; Bobby Kennedy would be soon. Hundreds of other Americans were dying each week in South Vietnam. Soldiers patrolled the streets of Saigon, Paris, and Washington. Soviet troops prepared...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 8

"Miss, Vena! Welcome back!" "Aye, Vena. It's been a while sweet heart." "Yo! Vena! Over here!" "Molo, Vena. Kuye mzuzwana, abe na?" "Hey, Vena!" "Welcome back, miss snake. What'll it be tonight?" "I told you," Vena replied. "It's not snake. It's Vena. Give me a caipirinha." "You know I can't do that," the bartender replied. "Besides, even if I knew how to mix that, a girl...Read On

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The Chronicles of Claudia Labelle -- Part XXVIII

Claudia goes to the Prior for guidance on recent events.

Entry XXXVI – Now that I have more ink, I may continue with my writings. But, before I do, I must say that word of my particular bloody discovery has traveled fast throughout the Priory. There were students staring at me as I went into the supply room to acquire an inkwell. They whispered among themselves words I could not understand. Perhaps the young nobleman that tried to “help”...Read On

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Dancing To Ray Charles: ch04, Peace Talks

Would he and Amy soon be fighting like that Blue Jay and squirrel in the backyard?

Sleep had been hard to come by. Mark’s mind kept going back to his bumping into Bebe at the dance last night and her agreeing to a date, then it would switch back two weeks to his kissing Amy, and how that changed everything, at least for him, then return to the meeting with Bebe. Just before dawn, he woke to the sound of his father leaving to go fishing on Big Bear Lake with S.J....Read On

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The Mohawk Cabin (Chapter 1)

Their lives crossed paths by unlikely accident in a time few now remember.

The wood-spoked wheels of the old Crow-Elkhart began sinking in the soft mud along the shoulder of Route 9W almost as soon as I stopped the car. I had just pulled off the macadam in a panic, at the sharp command of my father. Aunt Alma protested that she was alright, but she was looking rather pale, from what little I could see of her. A towering stack of luggage, all her worldly...Read On

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Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 03, Ailing Amy

Would learning the sexy little tramp she hated wanted to marry her best friend cause a relapse?

=== The dream was back. So were those eyes. The ones that hovered in an angry sky, seeing everything but focusing on nothing. Amy knew those eyes—knew a time when they’d been filled with happiness and a love of life. But then her brother had returned from  Vietnam. Young, naked, and skinny, she stood alone and vulnerable on a hill surrounded by flames. Everything kept changing. An older...Read On

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Angel from his past.

Bobby attempts to reconnect himself with a former crush.

Darlene had barely walked into the employee entrance door when she was grabbed by the arm by Gina, her friend, and co-worker. "Dar, that guy that was asking about you last week is back," she announced excitedly. Darlene continued to head to her locker to get ready for the evening as her friend prattled on. Darlene smiled at how excited her best buddy was. She, herself, didn't get excited...Read On

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The Old Front Porch

They approached the front porch hesitantly, passing between two blooming Rose of Sharon bushes with red flowers. A new place, strange to him, with dust specks dancing in the rays of the sun that flickered through the trembling chinaberry leaves down onto the weather-beaten wooden flooring. Everything had been painted at one time. Now just flecks still clung desperately to the surface of...Read On

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Green Thumb

I discovered gardening recently. Yes, I know I didn't invent sticking some seeds in the dirt and hoping it turns into something, I mean I recently discovered the hobby, which is now an obsession of mine. Growing up, my father had a vegetable patch. I remember very vividly each summer looking at the bumper crop of sweet corn, tomatoes, cabbages and herbs that had grown. Back then it...Read On

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My Last Riding Lesson

Despite being a city born and raised child, I have always loved horses. Maybe it was all the adventures of The Lone Ranger, Roy Rodgers, and Zorro that I watched that had this effect on me. Anyway, I have always loved horses and looked forward to the day when I could ride one. When I was 16, I was afforded the chance to live my dream. My family and I along with our friends were driving...Read On

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A Week in the Nurses' Dorm

Thursday night everyone convened in Gwen'sroom for a final try at coming to grips with Pharmacology

A few week’s earlier, Gwen Kaplan had been struggling with the physical, moral, and emotional problems involved with having two men in her life at the same time. Since then her four-year romance with Johnny DeAngelo had come to an abrupt, dramatic, and non-negotiable end. As for the other man, the only one she now wanted in her life, he had been out of town for weeks. Not knowing when he’d...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 7

Hate was such an unusual thing. Hate could be applied to so many things: enemies, animals, emotions, random people, freedoms, abilities, on and on unto infinity. But for Alex, hate was the emotion he felt whenever an entire place seemed against him. Navigating the maze of buildings proved far more difficult than necessary. Despite meeting only a few people and creatures along the way,...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 6

It had taken some time for Alex to assess his situation after Arakne disappeared. Of the multitude of supplies he had started out with, only his bag, a few changes of clothes and an empty water sack remained. Even the gold he'd hidden within a pocket on the inside of his shirt was gone. That damn witch, he cursed silently. It was going to be a long walk, especially without knowing where in...Read On

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Welcomed to the Club

 

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The Man Selling His Breath In The Form Of Music

My hands shake while I write this and I doubt if at all I'll be able to justify his battle with life, on my paper. Connaught Place couldn't have been a better place on New Year's Eve if he hadn't been there. Cold breeze and temperature around 6°C, he sat firm and stable on the marble bench which was no less cold than ice. His hands quivered, not because of the cold; age was the factor, I...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapters 4 & 5

She couldn't understand it. None of it made any sense to her. No one should have been able to find her, least of all an idiotic weakling like him. She could have sworn she had covered all her steps better after escaping that prison. Even worse, she couldn't understand why they even wanted her back. She was perfectly fine and more than capable of taking care of herself. The worst part though...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 3

"Uggh, why do I have to find her? Why couldn't she have just stayed in the room like all the other patients?" Alex grumbled as he trudged through the dense underbrush. He nearly fell when his foot brushed an exposed root but caught himself mid-fall. He couldn't understand why he was the one sent to look for a girl who had nearly killed him. After all, if she was strong enough to attack...Read On