tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15786275913496188382024-03-13T23:51:02.741-07:00Sophisticated NovelistsEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-25890118745702667482014-10-13T19:44:00.002-07:002014-10-13T19:44:27.467-07:00Blue Dancer<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The fan blades spun slowly as the night grew longer. It was hot. Humid hot, the kind where you felt sticky. Something beckoned to come out. Couldn't explain what but he knew she was out there tonight.<br />
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The car engine started and the street lights blew by in a blurry vague dream-like breeze. The music playing slowed down time giving the illusion that everything had an unhappy feel to it. The neon that adorned the club stood out from the surrounding area almost like the light at the end of a long tunnel.<br />
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Was she there?<br />
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Inside, the innumerable bodies motioned and waved with the music. The heat seemed to reach in here as well. Glistening sweat reflected the multicolored lights and bounced it around the vast room in and out of all the depressed, lonely souls.<br />
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Blue eyes fell upon him. Her hair was short, shorter than most and her black tank top stuck to her body for fear if it fell it would die. She looked sad. The feeling of emptiness was clear on her face. He felt sorry for her without even knowing anything about her. She danced like cream. Her motions smooth and slow, he couldn't figure out how he knew she was sad but he just knew. Like a higher power was leading him here tonight, under the lights, to rescue her from whatever it was that hurt her.<br />
She was sleek and warm. Her hair smelled of sweat and home.<br />
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Palm trees stood silhouetted against the night stars and passed the car in an unidentified pattern. Her hand rose up and down coasting over the air that blew along the vehicle. Eyes closed she bobbed her head to the music, her sadness filling the space around them.<br />
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The apartment bed was hard in contrast to how soft her clothing was. The lines of texture. Locking eyes, you could instantly tell just how depressed her soul was. Small tears invaded her eyes, holding her close he knew this was someone you didn't find too often.<br />
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Or did you?<br />
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Naked, her body reflected the aura of the illuminated sign outside ironically advertising a vacancy. She held herself close almost as if defensively. Sweat formed a cascading maze down her back and around her soaking hair. He offered solace from the outside world. She knew it was what she needed. What would make it all better. That's when she denied.<br />
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The car left the lot leaving an empty space surrounded by a cloud of dirt, taking the blue with her. He never caught her name but has since seen her at that same club every night. She dances through her emotions but cannot let them go. Never saying what has her down and never letting anyone relieve the pressure. Just that one night.<br />
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She gives a small smile from across the room.<br />
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The palm trees wisked by as the cool night air blew over her hand, flying up and down but never letting go.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-17780947908434663542014-06-22T16:50:00.002-07:002014-06-22T16:50:50.738-07:00Thoughts and Ideas... Ideas and Thoughts...<div dir="ltr">
It looks to be dark outside, but who can really tell in here. I never really know what time of day it is anymore. What day is it? No outside communication, no media, no watches, calendars, phones. The only semblance of time is lights out, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. What has my life become? It's a sad story. It's not a story for everyone. It's not even a story I like to live. But it is my story and I shall bare it. My life now can only go up, or that's what they tell me when we have our meetings in the dingy room with the long table. I hate that room, but I love that room. That room has a window and normally I can see the yard. It's even better when they let us out in the yard. The feeling of the sun against my skin is nice. I remember when I could feel that all the time. The heat feeling like it'll burn my skin. It's nothing like playing with fire, but the feeling is almost the same. I don't remember what exactly fire is like. We're not allowed any sort of open flames here either. There's not much to do, i just have to bide my time.</div>
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You become like a pack rat here. Finding little things to call your own. The few things I've stowed away under my mattress had been dried up grass clippings and a small rock.<br />
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It's hard to say really when my life turned around. It wasn't something that changed in an instant or even over night. There were little things that changed my outlook of the things around me. Small bits and pieces fitting together like a puzzle. The world around me becoming clearer until it felt like I could see everything for what it was. We work our days through menial jobs over and over again; day after day.<br />
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If you knew me and my life and the things I've seen then you'd probably wish that you hadn't seen them and run the other way. Most people can't deal with the things I've put up with, but then again, what I've done and where I've been, most people wouldn't even have a chance to do a fraction of it. You see, I'm not from here. I'm from a place far away. Sure I could go into the whole "Star Wars" intro: "A long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away". The problem with that is.. I'm not from a long long time ago. There's no time like the present, right? Yes it's true. I've traveled great distances to be here on your planet. For what, you ask? Well let's just say, if you're lucky enough your planet won't be destroyed before you finish reading this.<br />
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It's true other species outside of your planet do exist and</div>
JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-20488661334606140102013-04-23T14:35:00.001-07:002013-04-23T14:35:09.776-07:00Another ChapterThe pencil hit the paper in an erratic rhythmic motion. Shapes became emotions, strokes into life.<br />
He could feel her with every line. Memories deeply ingrained now poured themselves out onto the page.<br />
Hair in strands of silk draped over soft porcelain skin.<br />
Running between my fingers.<br />
Wet passionate lips reflect through longing eyes.<br />
Hands intertwined, we move with grace as the music guides our bodies in melodic dance.<br />
The graphite grinds away while the pencil tries feverishly to capture that moment.<br />
That memory.<br />
That feeling.<br />
Shades and shadows grow darker. Emotions colder. Arguments louder.<br />
Sorrow and pain fill the gaps, no longer of cherished reminiscence.<br />
What once evoked joy and fulfillment now only hurts.<br />
The strokes broader, lines messier.<br />
Memories now tainted unable to achieve their once brilliant luster.<br />
The surface now covered as the pencil tip snaps in two.<br />
Broken.<br />
Her face stares through the mess, her beauty unfazed by the chaos around it.<br />
The pencil hits the floor, mournfully tossed.<br />
The music flows to a close.<br />
A moment now lost.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-7951300767284771172013-01-09T10:32:00.000-08:002014-03-18T07:36:09.380-07:00Chapter 2 - KyleKyle was the type of kid that new a lot of people, but still didn't have many friends. He kept to himself a lot. It wasn't that he didn't want to hang out with friends, but it was more like his friends forgot that he existed. He wasn't sure how that worked, being that he was always there for everyone when they asked, but somehow he could always feel alone in a crowded room. There was only one person that has ever made him feel like he wasn't a lonely soul in an overpopulated world, Jason. For most people, when you found the one person that makes you feel the best, that would be the end of the story, but this was just the beginning for Kyle.<br />
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Kyle didn't quite understand his feelings. He had been confused for a few years now. By the time you're in your early twenties, one should know who they are and where they are heading in life. Kyle knew that he was different and he was still trying to figure out who he was. Some would call him sheltered. But it wasn't his parents that kept him that way. He made himself that way. Sure he felt like an invisible friend, but that might be because of his own doing as well. He always sat in his room, playing video games or watching movies, and think about what he could be doing. Most of his friends however didn't find the thrill in just playing games or watching movies. They wanted to go out, have adventures, and cause mischief whenever they could. Adventuring and having a good time outside with his friends was fun, but still the feeling of being left out clouded his excitement. <br />
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"Earth to Kyle!" Kyle's friend Megan said, startling him out of his day dream. He looked up at her and saw her looking at him with a smile on her face. They had been friends for a long time now. And by "a long time" it's been about three years. "What distant planet are you visiting today?" <br />
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"Huh?.. Oh. Sorry. Was just thinking" He returned her smile. After realizing where they were, his smile soon vanished. They were sitting in class. This was probably the worst class that he would ever have to take: The Art of History. The subject matter wasn't even the worst part. It was listening to the teacher drone on about how great the art was and also repeating the word "Class" at the beginning or end of every sentence. Sometimes it happened at the beginning and the end.<br />
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"Now Class, remember that you have your projects due at the end of next week, class."<br />
Kyle shuddered every time he heard the word now, which is why he was trying to zone out completely and not pay attention in the class. He was however thankful to have one good friend in there with him. He thought back on his daydreaming. His thoughts about how he doesn't feel like he had many friends, but looking at Megan. He knew he could call her a friend. After three years of knowing each other, what else would she be.<br />
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"Do you want to get out of here?" He whispered, leaning over to her desk.<br />
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The smile on her face said it all. She packed up her things quietly and placed them in her bag. She stood up slowly so that no one would notice that she was making a move for it. Kyle looked around the room and saw that most of the other students were sleeping or doodling. He let her exit the classroom first. After she left, he waited a moment or two before packing his own bag, and then followed her lead. <br />
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The hallway was very bright compared to the classroom. After closing the door behind him he walked towards Megan. <br />
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"So what're we gonna do? JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-27939402506516589072012-12-04T21:46:00.000-08:002018-06-18T20:16:42.528-07:00Chapter 1 - RyanRyan was sitting at his usual table in the plaza. Enjoying the summer sun as it beat down on his neck. From the warmth he knew that his neck was probably going to be sore tomorrow, but he wasn't worried about that right now. He was concentrating on the movements that his hand was making. Helping the pencil in his hand touch the paper, the sketch that appeared was coming out perfectly. Sure there was an eraser mark or two, but he could always touch those up once he scanned this piece of work into the computer. No one would know the difference. As he finished with the shoe he was drawing, he couldn't help but smile. <br />
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"Looking good." A friendly stranger said as they walked passed. Ryan looked up and smiled at the man walking by.<br />
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"Thanks" he said, but the man was already out of earshot. <br />
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Ryan looked back down at the drawing in front of him. He could definitely feel his artwork was coming along. As he was about to put his pencil back to the paper he felt the vibration in his pocket. He placed the pencil down on top of the tablet and leaned forward so he could put his hand into his pocket. He fished for a moment and pulled out his phone. After unlocking the phone he saw he had a text message. Opening the message he noticed it was from Heather, his girlfriend. He hadn't heard from her since Monday. It's been 2 days since they last conversed. He had sent her a few texts hoping for replies each time, but has been kept waiting. Finally she responded. <br />
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He opened the message and read the following:<br />
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<em>I'm sorry, but i can't do this anymore</em><br />
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Nothing more, nothing less. That was the entire message. As his heart sank in his chest it beat like a time bomb. It was obvious what the message meant. There was no mistaking it. His relationship with Heather was over, but why? With his mind on autopilot, he closed out of the message and opened it again.<br />
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<em>I'm sorry, but i can't do this anymore</em><br />
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It was still the same. Why? He stared at the message for a few more minutes hoping the letters would rearrange themselves and be a happier message. But the letters didn't budge. He closed the message out again. Dialed her number by heart and listened to the ringing through the receiver. One. Two. Then he was listening to her voicemail. Dismissing the call, he placed his phone on the table in front of him covering the picture he was drawing. He looked up from his phone and watched fountain in the middle of the plaza. The water spewing upwards from the ground suddenly stopped and splashed back down. The thud that came with the splashing water made Ryan jump. With that, he noticed that tears had begun to build up in his eyes and push their way forward.<br />
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He picked his phone off of his tablet and saw the picture he was drawing. It was Heather. He was drawing her. Thinking about her as always. Why the sudden change? Did he do something wrong? A tear fell onto the tablet. He quickly wiped his eyes and looked back at the phone in his hand. <br />
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<i>I'm sorry, but i can't do this anymore</i><br />
<i><br /></i>He hit the reply button. His heart, now in his stomach, ached. How does one convey all the pain into a response? Should he even respond? He had to know why. He canceled the message that he hadn't started and put his phone down again, closing his eyes.<br />
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"You can't put that there!" Heather laughed as Ryan was putting his glass down on the coffee table. "You need to put a coaster under it!" <br />
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He looked at her and laughed. "There aren't any more coasters." He looked around the room. <br />
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"Guess you'll have to just hold on to your glass, then." She grinned at him. The sparkle in her eyes made his heart flutter with happiness as they joked around with each other. <br />
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"Guess so." He sat back against the couch with her at his side. He slowly moved his hand with the glass in it towards her leg. "This looks like a good place to rest it." The glass now resting in his hand, but on top of her knee. He leaned his shoulder against hers and moved his head closer to hers. She was still grinning and her eyes slowly began to close. His lips pressed against hers. The feeling of peace and calm fell over him, except his heart. It skipped a beat. This was what love feels like. There was no reason to worry about anything else at the moment. He was with the girl he loved, lips touching, passion happening, nothing could ruin this moment. <br />
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He felt the glass slip, water spilling down her legs. She gasped as the water soaked through her pants immediately. Though it wasn't the waters fault she was wearing those soft fuzzy pajama bottoms at the time. She jumped up trying to pull away from Ryan but he had her pinned to the couch. He smiled at her and she glared at him. "Too bad there weren't any coasters left. We might not have been in this predicament." He kissed her again before leaning away from her so she could get up.<br />
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She laughed at him again as she stood up and pulled her pants down to free herself from the wetness. She shook her head, he figured she didn't know what to say to him. "Yeah right! You wanted me out of my pants!"<br />
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He couldn't help the grin that crept across his face. "Nah, that wasn't my plan at all," he said slyly as he stood up from the couch and making his way towards her. "But, now that you are..." His smile was mirrored on her face as she did a little dance before he embraced her. Both laughing as they fell against the wall with a thud. He had her pinned against the wall, her hands held within his own. Their lips pressed together in a never-ending kiss. <br />
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Their hands unraveled from each other and found their way across one another's back. Their lips parted so Heather could say, "It's only fair that you take.." His lips pressed against hers again and the rest of her words were lost in a kiss. The passion that these two held for each other had never been greater. As they pulled each other closer, Ryan opened his eyes. He watched as Heather's eye remained close. He felt the warmth in his chest and knew that they were in love. His heart was beating quickly in his chest. He closed his eyes again and continued the kiss for a few more moments. <br />
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Without a word between them, their kissing stopped. He stepped back and made to grab her hand. She glanced down and grabbed his hand and she looked back up, their eyes meeting. A smile spread across her face as she led the way towards her bedroom. He knew her roommate wasn't home, this was a prime opportunity to show her how much he loved her. He closed the door behind him as she laid down on the bed. <br />
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He opened his eyes. His heart felt crushed after the memory faded away. He felt hollow inside. Sliding his finger across his phone to unlock.<br />
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<i>I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore</i><br />
<i><br /></i>He locked his phone and leaned forward once again, placing the phone back into his pocket. It wasn't going to get better by staring at his phone. <br />
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He looked down at the table in front of him. Another reminder. The picture he was drawing seemed to be staring back at him. Can't do this anymore? He was still looking at the picture in front of him, but his eyes were no longer seeing anything in front of him. He was seeing with his heart now. The world-ending news he just received made everything freeze around him. There was no more time or space. Nothing existed anymore. Without Heather in his life, life just had no meaning. Why? Why now? They spent the last year of their lives together, spending more time together than they did apart. <br />
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The world came back into focus. He closed the cover to the tablet in front of him. There was a shout at the fountain in front of him and he quickly looked up. There was a little girl standing beside one of the tall geysers. She was soaked. Holding her head down, hands up to her face, she was crying. He wanted nothing more than to do the same. There was just one problem. He had to get to class.</div>
JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-29766967190579503002012-05-20T22:10:00.000-07:002012-05-20T22:10:07.816-07:00new story idea...<br />
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I had this crazy idea today and I wanted to write about it.. here's a teaser for the possible next story by me... </div>
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Life, Death, and the Journey Beyond. </div>
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What they tell us isn’t always true. When life ends, we stick our loved ones into
boxes and send them 6 feet below, or have them turned to ash. But what if I told you, it was all a
lie? That after your last moments on
earth your life doesn’t end, but instead you keep on living. You don’t get to live on Earth with your
loved ones, but instead, if you’re lucky, you move on to Heaven. Not the Heaven that everyone likes to believe
in. There’s no walking on clouds, or
unlimited food and goodies, just life after death. Word about the true Heaven has never been
published or spoken on Earth, but that’s all about to change. What I’m about to share with you is my
story. Life, Death, and the Journey
beyond. <o:p></o:p></div>JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-89207652737486274872012-03-27T20:54:00.001-07:002012-03-27T20:54:15.383-07:00Ticket To Heaven<p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">Little Joey woke up today and he had a smile on his face. He'd been waiting for this day for a year. He hadn't seen his grandmother since exactly one year ago. He spent the entire year waiting for this day. He marked it on the calendar and worked hard to save money so that he'd be able to make the trip to see his grandma. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">He remembered the last day that he saw her. She slept peacefully in the box in the front of the room. He remembered she looked so beautiful, so calm. He asked his mom why Grandma was sleeping inside the box. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"Grandma is just taking a little nap. She'll be awake sometime soon." She explained to him.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">He smiled and went out of the room looking at all the crying faces around him. Some hiding their faces in tissues and others carrying on conversations with those standing nearby. A lady, she was in a red dress, stopped him and picked him up. It was his aunt. He remembered his mom telling him who she was. He hadn't seen her in a long time and had to be reminded. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"You ok, Joey?" his aunt asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"Yes." He smiled. He saw the streaks from her eyes. "Are you?" he questioned her in return.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">She sniffled and nodded. She gave him a big hug and replaced him back on the ground. He looked up at his aunt. "Mom says that gram is just taking a little nap. Do you think she'll be awake soon? So I can play with her again?" <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">She gave a half huff of a laugh and smiled. "It might not be soon, hun. But you will get to see her again and spend all the time that you want to with her. She's taking a trip though."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"Where is she going?" He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"Well..." she paused. " She's going to Heaven. It's very far away."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"Oh...ok" he said when something caught his attention and he ran away from the lady in the red dress.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">He thought on this idea that Grandma was just taking a trip and that she would return. He wasn't sure where Heaven was, but he knew he wanted to surprise his grandma and visit her someday. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">------------------<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "> A few months later Little Joey sat outside on a nice day at a table and sold lemonade. He saved his money in an old coffee can. He remembered everytime that the change jingled inside how his grandma used to drink this brand of coffee. He smiled. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"What are you saving for, Joey?" one of his customers asked him. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"I'm saving to visit my grandma" he said with a smile. "She went on a trip, and I want to visit her." <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">The lady put a few extra dollars into his coffee can. "Thank you!" he expressed with a really big smile. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">----------------<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">He had a few more lemonade stands throughout the rest of the year and saved all of the money he was given for his birthday and holidays. The coffee can was just about filled to the top. He carried that can with pride down to the kitchen, where his mom was preparing his breakfast before he had to go to school. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">She laughed when he placed the can on the table. "Honey.. what is that for?" <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"Today's the day Mom." His excitement couldn't be contained. "I want to go see Gram... Can you take this and buy me a Ticket to Heaven?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">His mom stopped what she was doing. Tears built up behind her eyes and pushed forward. "You don't need all of that to see grandma, sweetie. Grandma is in your heart. She's with you everyday, you just can't see her. She is there, though. Every decision you make and every moment that you smile it's because she's right there with you."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">He looked at her confused. "But I want to see her."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"I know you do, baby. But where Grandma is.. we can't see her there. Where she went, she became a superhero. She's invisible now. That's the power she was given so she can watch over you wherever you go."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"So I don't need a ticket to Heaven?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">She tapped him in the heart as she said. "No, Grandma is with you right here." <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">He smiled at his mom as her tears still streamed down her face and he hugged her tight. "Now, go get ready for school." He nodded and started to walk out of the room. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">As he walked through the doorway he looked around only seeing the walls around him. He looked back at his mom and then turned back around. "I love you, Gram" he said to the empty room. Just as he finished saying it, he felt a breeze ruffle his hair a bit. "I'll see you again, someday"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-50477638615929962082012-01-13T12:38:00.001-08:002012-01-13T12:40:45.862-08:00Empty and Alone<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">The pale moon lingered in the almost morning sky. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">She waited on the corner, her dark crimson trench coat doing its job keeping the rain off of the new black dress she wore beneath. Her hands held tight onto either side of the collar, holding them up against her face.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "> A brisk wind turned the rain sideways so it attacked her from above and on the left. She moved back away from the yellow curb into a dank doorway. The shadows dressed her crimson coat into a darker shade, but the street light above kept her matching shoes and the tip of her coat their normal color. She wished she would have at least brought along her hat. Her blonde hair soaked lying against her shoulders. She thought back on what her hair looked like before she left the apartment.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">The bells rang. Pigeons flew away from the bell tower across the street. The largest of the old hands was facing up while the smallest hand pointed towards "4". She shook her head. He was late. He was always late. Later this time. Later than ever before.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">The bells rang four long times and then it stopped. The quiet sounds of the rain hitting the pavement was all that was left. Then a low hum of an engine.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">She didn't look as the lights glanced past her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">He wouldn't have been so dumb to leave the lights on. Not these days. Not with "Them" watching. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">She looked again at the clock.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">Five.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">It didn't feel like an hour had passed. It was getting colder. She could feel the cold air freezing her face and ears. She pressed the sides of her collar even tighter against her face. She couldn't get enough of her face into the collar. Moments later the soft sound of the rain was gone and the street fell silent.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">White flakes of snow started to fall from the darkened sky.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">Another hum coming from down the street. No sign of anything coming her way. The hum grew closer.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">It was him. It had to be.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">The silver car rolled up in front of her. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">Finally she smiled and moved quickly to the car. She bent over to look in the window as she pulled open the door. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">It’s not him.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">She shrieked as she was taken from behind. A hood placed over her head. Her hands bound behind her back. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">Where did they come from?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">The smell inside of the car. It was smoke. Cigar smoke. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">It was “Them”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">She felt her coat buttons pop from their place as they ripped her coat apart. Her black dress hid her in the darkness of the car until they passed under streetlights. The world was dark to her nonetheless. She kept her eyes closed as she lay there with the hood over her face. She tried to squirm. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">Hands held her down. Strong hands.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">Why did she wait so long? They had a plan. If he wasn’t there by 3, she was to go home.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">Too late for that now. The stench in the car was worse than just cigar smoke. Even under the hood she could smell it. She gagged on the smell alone.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">What they going to do with her. She heard noises. Bodies rustling around in the car around her. Her dress was pushed up her legs. She tried to kick. No. Where was he? Why didn’t he show up?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">She felt the penetration. She cried out. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">No.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">The weight on top of her as she cried out felt heavier than what she imagined a car might feel like on top of her. Each time his body collided against hers a tear rolled down her face.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">Why didn't he show up?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">The man on top of her was done. He pulled away and she felt empty.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">She felt the car stop. The door was opened. She was pulled by her legs. She fell to the ground hard. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">The door closed and the hum of the car faded in the morning. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">She worked her hands free and removed the hood. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">The clock rang its long chimes; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven times.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">Her heart sank.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">She was empty.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; ">And alone.</p>JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-19138243978416048722012-01-12T22:39:00.000-08:002012-01-12T22:43:43.513-08:00It's Time<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:17.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%">It's Time<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It wasn’t her time. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She knew it wasn’t her time and yet it felt like her life was coming to an end. The paddles of the ceiling fan above her were whispered into the shadows of the room. The lights were off. Only the pale light of the moon showing through the windows illuminated her naked skin as she lie on her bed naked. Her body glistened with sweat. She hadn’t done any physical activity yet. The heat was just unbearable. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She wipes her hands over her supple breasts taking the droplets of sweat with it. Her nipples both hard. She missed the cold air as much as she missed the touch of a man. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She was going to get her chance though soon. At a man.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As she lay on her back, she watched the white fan paddles rotating in the black darkness of the ceiling. Her heart felt like it was skipping beats to the hum of the fan.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It wasn’t her time.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">----- <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">With the sun down he thought it would have been cooler by now. The heat didn’t affect him much. It wasn’t the important thing to worry about tonight. There was something more. She was already at her apartment. He had to get there and finish his assignment. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The call came last night.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He has been following her since. Deciding the best time to make his move. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It had to be soon. Before the sun came up. It had to be over before the night came to a close.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He stood outside the building. There were no lights on in her windows. She couldn’t have gone out already. He was right behind her when she went in. There wasn’t a back way out. She was there he knew it.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It had to be now.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">------- <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Was it her time? <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She still felt it was. The air seemed to change. She knew the man had followed her. She knew he was standing outside. He wasn’t out there any longer. That’s when the air changed. When he entered the building. His presence sucked the air out of the building. That or it was getting hotter. Even without the sun shining.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was her time. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The floor creaked just outside of her door. Her heart was beating faster than the white blades above her now. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until a long rush of air was finally exhaled. She gripped her left breast with her right hand. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This was it.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was time.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">---------<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The tip of the cigarette in his mouth glowed brightly in the dark. He was outside her door now. The floor creaked beneath his feet and he swore through the cigarette. The smoke drifted towards the ceiling. He took another drag, and then flicked the butt down the hall. No regard where the butt landed. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He was going to do this. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was her time.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He listened a moment at the door. No movement inside. He smashed down the door with a swift kick to its center. The old wooden door crumbled under the force of his foot. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This will be easy. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She didn’t scream when he burst in the door. She didn’t even flinch. Her head turned towards him and her eyes looked accepting.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Too easy.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He released the knife from its hiding place at his back. Wedged in his belt. Slowly he pulled it to his side with a grin on his face. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">----------<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">His dark coat blended in with the darkness that surrounded him. The only thing she could see now was his white shirt showing from behind his coat and the gleaming knife at his side. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She gasped. He lunged at her. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She fell against the mattress with him on top of her. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She didn’t scream. Her hand wrapped around his wrist. She saw it. The one with the knife, it was in her hand. She did all she could to keep his arm far from her body. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He was strong.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Stronger than her. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">His hand drew closer to her body. She couldn’t push him away any more.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This was it. It truly was her time.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She struggled. He pushed. She turned. He twisted. She pulled.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The knife sliced deep. Dug further. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was sharp. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A gasp.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then nothing.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She let out a small whimper. She pushed his body off of hers. It fell limp to the floor.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It wasn't her time. It was his.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-18410751881866615042010-07-23T08:20:00.001-07:002010-07-23T08:21:01.487-07:00Spider-man 4it's a bit old.. but i found this today and was excited to see this movie...<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM_ahqDQFLI&feature=grec_index&videos=WF9dqhn2tpI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM_ahqDQFLI&feature=grec_index&videos=WF9dqhn2tpI</a></div>JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-35421591215387167212010-03-26T18:39:00.000-07:002010-03-26T18:49:16.914-07:00Some random very cool xmen pics<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S61jdy51tWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pvNfbytJbbg/s1600/Gambit-AndyKubert.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453124087347262818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S61jdy51tWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pvNfbytJbbg/s400/Gambit-AndyKubert.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S61iUDBsSiI/AAAAAAAAATI/gVKb7jOLZzg/s1600/xmen+age+of+apocalypse.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453122820364847650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S61iUDBsSiI/AAAAAAAAATI/gVKb7jOLZzg/s400/xmen+age+of+apocalypse.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S61iT9gs0gI/AAAAAAAAATA/5LGq_xtnH9Y/s1600/phoenix.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453122818884293122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S61iT9gs0gI/AAAAAAAAATA/5LGq_xtnH9Y/s400/phoenix.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S61iTg7g_BI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EvNuBvs4p-c/s1600/oldxmen.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453122811212135442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S61iTg7g_BI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EvNuBvs4p-c/s400/oldxmen.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-77899128542057578922010-03-25T19:24:00.001-07:002010-03-25T19:24:30.241-07:00Joe's dream<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S6wa1tKXzBI/AAAAAAAAASg/6uViznvXd1Y/s1600/Doom_color_flat.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452762758797315090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S6wa1tKXzBI/AAAAAAAAASg/6uViznvXd1Y/s400/Doom_color_flat.jpg" /></a>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-10473192157217783542010-03-15T20:53:00.000-07:002014-03-18T07:37:58.325-07:00The Don't Watchmen<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4U3ULObnGs/S58A5ghUwvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LNRVb1wVx88/s1600-h/watchmen_poster16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4U3ULObnGs/S58A5ghUwvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LNRVb1wVx88/s320/watchmen_poster16.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449075062123840242" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 216px;" /></a>Honestly.. I feel like I just wasted 3 hours of my life and I can't get it back! I guess there was some story to the movie, but you know what? I didn't want to know. I followed the stories, but the whole movie was way too slow. I can't say I really enjoyed any part of it. Maybe the heroic scenes. Maybe it's the fact that I know nothing about these Watchmen but I just didn't get this movie. To me it is a movie I was better off not watching. There were some good effects tho.. Thats about the only good thing this movie had going for it.<br />
+FX<br />
-Didn't care about the story<br />
-3 hours long<br />
-Didn't care about the characters<br />
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Final Grade: D and that's being nice.. i'm not watching a superhero movie again that involves someone or some group of people i dont know or care about. end of storyJJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-68019619618929068492010-03-15T10:01:00.000-07:002010-03-15T10:23:28.131-07:00"They say you're judged by the strength of your enemies. "<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4U3ULObnGs/S55n-ZV19qI/AAAAAAAAAFg/w9wnKMC9p7k/s1600-h/quantum_of_solace_ver3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4U3ULObnGs/S55n-ZV19qI/AAAAAAAAAFg/w9wnKMC9p7k/s320/quantum_of_solace_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448906920816932514" border="0" /></a><br />Well lets see.. Sure I'm going to be a little shaky with this here. I just finished Quantum of Solace. I have to say. yet another Daniel Craig Bond that makes me happy. The action in this movie was pretty awesome. The chase scenes and fighting are always very well done. I was very pleased with that aspect. Now maybe because I was watching it and doing other things a tad made me not follow the story to tell if its really that great of a movie, it just didn't seem like it was a big deal. I know Bond was out for Vespa's killer and such from Casino Royale, but i just didn't get it. Seemed to me he was just out to kill anyone and anything, which yes revenge will do that to a person. All in all I still think this is a movie worth seeing, as all the Bond movies I have seen thus far are. <br /><br />+Action<br />+Explosions<br />+Daniel Craig as Bond<br />+Fighting Scenes<br />+More Action (get down again)<br />-Didn't care about the story or Vespa being dead<br /><br />Final Grade B+ <br /><br />I may have to purchase this one anyway and rewatch it and focus.. but I definitely love the Bond movies. I would give an A overall just because its Bond, but in the end.. The story matters just enough to decrease it to B+ status.JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-11204616240809788692010-01-20T22:28:00.001-08:002010-01-20T22:39:36.447-08:00Movie Review - Star Wars : The Clone Wars<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S1f0GW7ZpmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/B-TSK-3EeHU/s1600-h/star-wars-clone-wars-poster.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429076265889539682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S1f0GW7ZpmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/B-TSK-3EeHU/s400/star-wars-clone-wars-poster.jpg" /></a><br /><div>To start off, I am a huge Star Wars fan. I love every.....well okay, I love love the orignal trilogy and some stuff of the prequels. I remember being in the theatre watching Episode 3 thinking, well this is it, the last Star Wars movie ever. I was wrong.</div><div>What we got a few years later is an all cgi (if you know Lucas you saw the cgi thing coming) movie that takes place during Episode 2. This movie was aimed a tad towards kids and is kind of a long pilot for the tv series of the same name.</div><div>First off you notice that the beginning titles are different and dont use the Star Wars theme or scrolling text that you are used to seeing. Then it launches right into a story where a narrator tells you whats going on and then its right into it. I did not like this and unless you really know Star Wars then you are going to be a bit lost and confused.</div><div>The story is about Jabba the Hutt's baby being kidnapped. The Jedi go to save the baby so that they can reach a bargain with Jabba to open up a trade route for the Senate to use. During this time, Anakin is assigned a padawan named Ahsoka. She acts just like he did when he was younger or at least should be acting like if we are going by Episode 2 logic. Its a bit annoying at times. </div><div>The story is easy to guess what happens next and you dont really care about anyone or anything that happens. It doesn't seem like a full story is used, more like a portion of something decent someone thought of.</div><div>The animation is good but the style they chose to go with looks almost as if these are carved figures that are being moved. The orignal voices aren't used either with the exception of Sam Jackson as Mace Windu and Christopher Lee as Count Dooku. Although the guy doing the voice of Obi-Wan does an amazing job at doing a Ewan McGregger.</div><div>I was not entertained by this movie but liked watching it because it was Star Wars. Its nothing amazing but at least worth a watch to see where Star Wars is going these days.</div><div> </div><div>B-</div><div>Pros:</div><div>-Good animation and cgi</div><div>-More Star Wars</div><div> </div><div>Cons:</div><div>-Too kid friendly and jokey</div><div>-Lackluster story</div><div>-Quick, out of nowhere ending thats handled poorly</div><div>-More of a cartoon pilot</div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-54941681156579452332010-01-20T22:25:00.001-08:002010-01-20T22:26:12.840-08:00What shall Mario wear today?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S1fzf9q2ICI/AAAAAAAAANI/Z63SpmYMbsY/s1600-h/Mario+wardrobe.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429075606274187298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S1fzf9q2ICI/AAAAAAAAANI/Z63SpmYMbsY/s400/Mario+wardrobe.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-17554919275705348452010-01-16T23:06:00.000-08:002010-01-16T23:48:13.890-08:00You have GOT to be kidding me!!!Ok.. so I watched 2 movies yesterday.. and had good and bad experiences. The first one watched was National Treasure 2. I don't really feeling like researching and finding pix at the moment to look for the correct title.. but it was the second in of the 2 films. Nicholas Cage was definitely as good in this movie as he was in the first and I have to say that the National Treasure movies are 2 of my favorite movies. I would watch this movie again to catch things I may have missed watching it the first time. It still amazes me how people come up with the things they do! I mean all the gadgets and gizmos and triumphs one has to over come to find a city of gold are amazing. This movie is definitely a movie that I would watch again. I recommend it :) <br /><br />Grade: A<br /><br />now.. I'm going to do this one with a background history. I've been a follower of this trilogy for since the first movie came along. I fought with those who said it wasn't a good movie because I still felt it was a good movie, even if it didn't follow the games correctly. I thought as a stand alone movie it was good. The second movie came out and I was a little worried, but still thought it was still pretty decent. I wasn't entirely pleased with it. I'm sure you have a feeling which trilogy I'm talking about. Yes that's right the Resident Evil trilogy. Watching Extinction was one of the worst ideas after watching such a good movie in National Treasure. The entire movie I sat there wondering what the heck was going on. There are several years between the second and third movies where the world has fallen to the undead. The opening scene really confused me at first with Alice waking up in the shower like she did in the first movie and then sequenced between a couple different things.. I thought it was a dream sequence at first but to later find out they had cloned her.. a lot. From the first 5 minutes of the movie I knew it was something that I was most likely not going to enjoy. Then the horror movie feel like I was watching the chainsaw massacre made me hate it that much more. I couldn't wait for the movie to end. All of the dessert stupidity and just all of it. The movie was shitty. I would not watch this movie again and I feel like I wasted a netflix rent due to it.. and i would even go as far as saying it ruined what I once liked as series of movies. I'll never forget when I saw the first movie, I watched it a couple times because I was interested in it.. and even though it wasn't like the game it was good enough for me as a movie being a movie. The third one just didn't have anything going for it from the beginning. <br /><br />Grade: F.. And I want to say I'm sorry.. but I'm not.. i can't feel sorry that the movie sucked.. i didn't make it!!JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-47764999716808241192010-01-11T14:09:00.001-08:002010-01-11T14:09:49.681-08:00Inside Joke<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0uhk2_ZPLI/AAAAAAAAANA/dN-ehCI-mvY/s1600-h/daredevil+lunch+break.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425607830706666674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0uhk2_ZPLI/AAAAAAAAANA/dN-ehCI-mvY/s400/daredevil+lunch+break.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Inside joke because I drew something similar involving Spider-Man while bored at work a couple months ago...</div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-78285894443328612632010-01-11T09:35:00.000-08:002010-01-11T10:19:27.531-08:00Get Smart Review<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4U3ULObnGs/S0thoX9vHBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6JGx4xVdYkM/s1600-h/get_smart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4U3ULObnGs/S0thoX9vHBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6JGx4xVdYkM/s320/get_smart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537522353511442" border="0" /></a><br />For years now i've been watching Steve Carell go about his "funny" antics on a plethora of movies and shows. Much like Will Ferrel I don't find him all that hilarious or entertaining. However, there are certain movies that he stars in that it's just great acting. Get Smart is one of those movies. I'll admit that I wanted to see this movie since it came out just because of Dwayne Johnson, but the entire cast was great. <br /><br />Get Smart is about Max Smart, who is a details guy for a secret government organization that just wants to become an agent instead of being behind a desk at all times. After a lot of things happen and go wrong, Max is finally put in the field with another agent, 99. Played by Anne Hathaway, 99 has been doing this for years and knows what she is doing and does not want to have Max attached to her side on a the mission they are about to undergo. It's amazing to me how Hathaway has really grown up over the years and is quite the actress. <br /><br />There were moments in the movie where I actually laughed out loud. It's definitely a comedy and I enjoyed the Alias take on the movie. There were points of the movie that I actually thought I was watching an episode of Alias, but more like it was a comedic spoof. I would certainly recommend the movie to anyone.<br /><br />A- <br />I'm not going to lie.. i loved this movie, which surprises me. It definitely caught me off guard.JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-41514708923708984482010-01-09T00:37:00.001-08:002010-01-09T00:53:34.357-08:00Video Game Review<div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hAgMsp1VI/AAAAAAAAAMY/c6dq7VHe6J4/s1600-h/batman+box+art.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424656673076270418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hAgMsp1VI/AAAAAAAAAMY/c6dq7VHe6J4/s400/batman+box+art.jpg" /></a></div><div>BATMAN: ARKHAM ASYLUM</div><div>This is the definitive Batman game and it is about time. Batman has had a long road of bad video games and he deserves this game. The story is that Batman has just aprehended the Joker and is taking him to Arkham to have him locked up....again. Batman knows that this is too easy and of course Joker breaks free once inside and reveals that it was all a great master plan. He releases all the inmates and broadcasts over the PA system guiding Batman from building to building. During this treck you encounter Bane, Harley Quinn, Killer Croc, Poison Ivy, Scarecrow, and Mr.Zasz. The game does a great job of introducing each and the Scarecrow scenes are not only creepy but very well done.</div><div>The graphics are very good and provide a detail that has never been seen before on Batman as well as his surroundings. There is literally details everywhere from newspaper clippings to each cell being unique to its inmate. Lighting is well done and Batman's cape flows very realistically.</div><div>The game I thought was a little on the short side but searching around for the Riddler's riddles around the island bumps the length up a tad. These riddles come in the form of hidden question marks, scanning the environment for cameo items and other villain weaponry or costumes. To find these, you have a detective mode that you can switch on and off. The only downside to this is some people will find themselves abusing this and never turning it off, this takes away from the game and you miss how detailed the environment is.</div><div>Detective mode--</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hAggKPhII/AAAAAAAAAMg/zTjLr3TMTQE/s1600-h/detective+mode.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424656678300648578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hAggKPhII/AAAAAAAAAMg/zTjLr3TMTQE/s400/detective+mode.jpg" /></a></div><div>The game also has a character bio gallery, some containing audio tapes that are interviews that the arkham staff had with that particular inmate. Lastly, there is a challenge mode that allows you to fight groups of thugs or sneak around and pick them off one by one secretly.</div><div>All in all this is one of the best games released in 2009. A definate buy and I am eagerly awaiting the sequel.</div><div> </div><div>A+</div><div>pros:</div><div>-Great Graphics</div><div>-Great Story</div><div>-Very entertaining with no slow or lagging points</div><div>-Smooth control with no steep learning curve</div><div>cons:</div><div>-Detective mode abuse</div><div>-A little on the short side</div><div>-Final battle</div><div>-Just a couple key villains</div><div>Screens:</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hC4_JW5bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y50av1mfsJA/s1600-h/Batman-Arkham-Asylum-delayed.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424659297958553010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hC4_JW5bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y50av1mfsJA/s400/Batman-Arkham-Asylum-delayed.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hC5mpCebI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dobTVaXc5eg/s1600-h/poison+ivy.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424659308560415154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hC5mpCebI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dobTVaXc5eg/s400/poison+ivy.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hC5Ug5h1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fa0XjZ8j-gQ/s1600-h/harley.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424659303694436178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XmK2assErQ/S0hC5Ug5h1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fa0XjZ8j-gQ/s400/harley.jpg" /></a></div></div>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-41212479019156241762010-01-08T14:02:00.000-08:002010-01-08T14:27:42.315-08:00Just a story..Peter looked at Mary Jane, his friend, his girl, his wife, and couldn't help but see Gwen. His lost love so many years ago. He saw her eyes swelled with tears as she looked at him. His own eyes getting heavy closing them for a second. In that second he saw the Green Goblin with Gwen and in the next second he heard Gwen's screams as she plummeted down into the river. His eyes opened and he saw the tears no streaming down Mary Jane's face.<br /><br />He reached up his hand to her face to wipe away her falling tears. "I love you MJ. I just have to do this alone..." he stalled in his words like he stalled before trying to save Gwen. If only he had been a little bit faster. If he wouldn't have hesitated. He shook his head from the thoughts. Gwen was dead and he couldn't keep thinking about her now. The past is gone. Over. He had MJ now. They've been together five years now.. Feels like forever. "I can't risk losing you, too." he finally finished. He noticed her slight hesitation as he pressed her face into his hand. Her eyes still glistening with tears, but they weren't falling down her cheeks anymore.<br /><br />"I know, Tiger" she said to him. <br /><br />She called everyone Tiger, but when she called him it he felt so special. Like somehow it was a different word all together. It's one of the reasons he fell in love with her. Her words carried so much emotion and power in them. He never questioned her ability as an actress because he knew she was the greatest.<br /><br />He put his hand was back at his side and looked into her eyes. They were already losing their teary gleam. He always cared for her, but it wasn't until recently that he truly realized it. With all of the villain activity he had been away for too long. They hadn't seen each other for a couple of weeks and that's what they were fighting about now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well that's all i wrote.. haha i was bored one day at the laundry mat and so that's what I did. hope you enjoyed it :)JJStormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08757140080226857378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578627591349618838.post-14642629400267912852010-01-08T13:39:00.001-08:002010-01-08T13:40:57.232-08:00First bloggy!Welcome to our blog, it is a place where you just write whatever to share with all of the peoples out there.<br />Sharing this site with me will be Joe, my name is Ed.<br />Here you will find reviews of games, movies, or just pics and writings that we feel like sharing.<br />Have fun!Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594092478811659941noreply@blogger.com0