tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985665866565382092024-03-08T09:47:48.520-08:00Just a Bit of RamblingEJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-53144489289845997272014-05-16T20:37:00.002-07:002014-05-16T21:23:20.570-07:00Dawn<br />
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<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Cool mountain morning. </span></span><br />
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<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Sunlight shining in slivers of pale gold, </span></span><br />
<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">promising the riches of the day.</span></span><br />
<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Purple on the edges, begging the Dawn Chorus to start.</span></span><br />
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<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">A rustle of feather on leaf,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">A low warbled call,chirping a good morrow to all.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Inviting, warm as the light over head.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">"Come feast, come play.", It calls</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">"Yes, let us break our fast,"</span></span><br />
<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Shrilly echoes the movement in the trees.</span></span><br />
<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Pleading vivaciously for all to join the sun in rising. </span></span><br />
<span data-measureme="1"><span class="null"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">"Let us waste the day away in merriment, joy, and love." </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-measureme="1"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">And the Chorale grew in volumes as the world awoke to beauty and life.</span></span></span><br />
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Between: looking for work, Helping Big V for fee, working for her through an agency,Being asked not to come back(by her), begged to,my Give-a-Damn breaking and being in the repair shop, me saying yes, the cycle starting again,being wore out and stressed from work, slight bit of my bipolar creeping up on me...and just life in general I've been very busy and tired.<br />
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However, between Photoshop and Writing I do enjoy my creative streak.Unfortunately Photoshop no longer works on my dying laptop and I can no longer save up for a new computer for it.As far as the writing goes I often,after long-handing a story(or part of one), have trouble transcribing to Word and the like.So not been doing as much as I'd like...I have a few things in the works(always do), but plan to follow them through given time(Blah, Blah, Blah...You've heard it before).<br />
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we'll see this time.<br />
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Until then,take care...<br />
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<span style="color: orange;">The Amazing Gimp</span></h4>
EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-32995990826874252162013-12-06T20:19:00.000-08:002013-12-06T20:20:42.758-08:00A Change of Heart, A Story Pt.2 “Well, let’s get a few things out of the way before we begin.” Bill starts. “I’ve never been the best to my fans or critics…Jeff changed that for sure”, He finishes with a laugh. “I was an ass, demanding prostration and praise where it was not warranted .Thinking myself a God among men, better than the masses…Oh, how I was wrong.”<br />
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“Now, let us begin.” The thespian says a twinkle in his eye as he sips his wine.<br />
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“I was on the set of a flop of a movie The Homeward Bound Vagabond, the plot was trite .It was a feel good card company cut out plot, not going to bore you with the details. That’s not why we’re here. The important thing to remember is this was the turning part of my life, the death of the megalomaniac in me; the fall of the False God.<br />
I remember the day; I woke annoyed as every other day on this project. I didn’t want to be there. However, I owed some people favors, after this was over all debts were paid. I just wanted it over, wanted my check, and to start on the next Oscar worthy roll. Having just come off of my role as Cesar (I know somewhat ironic) the year before and being nominated for a golden idol. I wanted another to adorn my shelf… And soon.<br />
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Anyway, the day was like another there in Wyoming during winter: cold, wet and busy. I had to be up before the snow was dirtied and mush. To damn early for me I needed my morning caffeine. I remember stepping out of the dressing trailer at a quarter till dawn. I grab the nearest serf looking person and the exchange was something along these lines: <br />
Looking the lady in the eye, ‘you know who I am, right?’ She nodded so violently her glasses fell to the bridge of her nose. <br />
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‘Good, I’ll have a 5 shot venti, two-fifths decaf, ristretto shot, one pump vanilla, one pump Hazelnut, breve,1 sugar in the raw, with whip cream and caramel drizzle on top, free poured, 4 pump mocha.’ Her large eyes grow wider as she tries to process this. ‘NOW, WOMAN!’<br />
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A grip boy, who at the time was an unknown to me, walked over as the poor woman scuttled off.<br />
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‘Oy, ‘er a right git, ya know!’ he says with a hateful look, rolling use some cord as he did.<br />
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‘Oh, piss off ginger man!’ I reply, lighting a cigarette, not thinking anymore of it.<br />
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He just shook his head as he walked away.”<br />
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“So, that was the first time you spoke to Jeff?” I ask, flipping the tape over(yes, dear readers, this reporter can hardly afford cheese and crackers. Let alone a digital recorder)<br />
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“Indeed, Miss Molly. My actions were not very laudable, I think.” Our dear Bill replies as he tops off my wine glass.<br />
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“Thank you,” I say, taken aback. “But please, continue.”<br />
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“Ahhh,” he sighs, “To the meat of the feast, huh? Well, a short while later the poor woman comes back with my coffee. I was not happy.” the once spiteful man says, remorsefully.<br />
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“She comes walking in about ten minutes until shoot time, I was irked, eyes still crusty and vision blurred. <br />
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‘About damn time, better be right.’ I say as I snatch the drink out of her hand and sip it. ‘Holy Hell, was it really that hard?’ I spit out with the coffee (Which was really just fine in hindsight, I was just a bit of a “Neap” as Jeff likes to say). <br />
The poor girl sobbed as she wiped away the liquid from her glasses and uselessly tried to rub it out of her sweater. I just waved her on.<br />
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<i>Five minutes till film’s in the gate people</i><br />
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‘Comm’er, ya bas, let’s have a blether afore we get ta work,ya?’ I hear behind me as a meaty hand digs in my shoulder.<br />
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‘Jeffe,no boy, drop it.’ I hear an older voice say<br />
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‘Yes, Jeff, don’t want to miss out on those potatoes and whiskey, now <i>do ye</i>?’ I was honestly that bad.<br />
He grips a bit tighter as we lock eyes.<br />
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‘Hold now, let’s see ‘eer. how bad ‘id tha quine feck up.’ The grip said boldly taking my cup and taking a deep gulp. He winced as it went down.<br />
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‘Oy, not to my taste.’ Jeff said , with all seriousness, popping the lid and throwing the liquid in my pompous face.<br />
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I was taken aback.<br />
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<i>Two minutes till roll time, folks.</i><br />
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‘Jeffe, let it be lad…you’ve done enough.’<br />
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‘I cannae let it go Pa, no’ yet.’<br />
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As I wipe the last bit of lukewarm drink out of my eyes I hear the people around me gasp.<br />
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‘Jeff, wait please.’ I try to stop him but I know it’s no use, I pissed the wrong person off.<br />
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I see stars then blackness, next thing I know I’m in the back of an ambulance right eye swollen shut<br />
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‘Hell’ I say, turning my head and seeing Jeff.<br />
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‘No need ta fret,Bill. I got ye here, I’ll get ye home safe.’”<br />
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“So, yes, Miss Molly, I think I’ve changed.” The new Mr. Krien says showing me the door and waving as I walk to my car.<br />
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EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-84964554342213777812013-08-16T20:20:00.002-07:002013-12-04T08:59:10.334-08:00A Change of Heart, A Story<br />
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“Why hello, my Dear!” Bill Krien greets me. The renowned actor has seemed to change a lot since out last meeting two years ago. He's not so aloft, his smiles more than a veneer, his laughs not hollow. Things really seem odd.<br />
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“It's been too long, Molly.” He continues, more jovial than anyone has ever seen him. I'm taken aback. Worried even, has he finally succumbed to the downfall of the majority? What’s his drug of choice I begin to wonder.<br />
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As these questions and more run through my head (I do have a job to do after all) I'm lead into his posh home. Nothing here is fake, it never was, from the lion-skin rug to the Victorian wood furnishing, no detail is too small to be overlooked. Yet, that's not why I'm here, nor why you're reading this, my dear fans. You want answers....<br />
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“I hope you've been well, and I hope that stain came out, I heard red wine is a bitch to clean. I am sorry.”<br />
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“Well,” I begin, getting irked all over again but wanting to move on... “I shouldn't have called your portrayal of Robin Hood chauvinistic.” <br />
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“Well, I did play the “frothing loins” attitude up a bit with all that groping...but thank you.”<br />
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So, down to why I came here I decide...<br />
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“Mister Krien, you know why I'm here, I think.”<br />
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“Yes, Molly, I do.” He says nodding toward a photo on the darkly stained mantle, right above the gargoyle head. I look up, training my eye on the most out of place thing in the world.<br />
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“I realize I've changed a lot in the past year or so, opened up some...Thanks to my friend, Jeff.”<br />
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Looking at the picture I couldn't believe it, there stood Bill Krien with some “Unknown” (sorry, Jeff if you’re reading this), both covered in fresh bruises and blood. It looked like a scene from Fight Club. They may have been banged up and sore but they looked happy.<br />
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I bring that point up...<br />
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“Oh, we were, but it was a long road to that place. Here, let me give you the story you came here for.”<br />
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With the glee squeaking out of me like a dog’s chew toy I grab my recorder and press the big red button....<br />
EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-89930634103118860772013-07-05T19:50:00.001-07:002013-07-05T19:50:48.663-07:00Friday Flash--Memories Abound<br />
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“Hurry,he's waking!Get the mask” I hear as consciousness grips me.<br />
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Wait,where am I? Who are these oddly dressed men?Before I can find out I slip into darkness again.<br />
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A terrible hum wakes me. <br />
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Oh, the headache! “Look here, the Mage wakes.” I hear a gruff voice say, fake concern oozing out of every syllable. “Gnar, I think you may of struck him too hard” It laughs.<br />
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I grown, reaching for my face but all I feel are stone and metal. Then I notice the sounds around me, the marching feet and clanging of objects, are all muffled. And an ebon stillness surrounds me as I try to look out.<br />
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“Yea, I though I good scramble would keep his memories where they belong. I'd rather not have to deal with that mess,you know how the caption can get.” Replied the one called Gnar close to my left side.<br />
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Gods!I've be captured!I stand hyperventilating,vision turning red-edged.<br />
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“Oh, I think he's not happy...” A wild duet of chortles sound off as a tug on the chain brings me to my knees. The sounds of the multitude drowning out my cries of despair.<br />
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“W..Wh...Where are we going? I have to yell over the sound of foot on rock. Fearing the answer, knowing why I'm still breathing(as hard as it is in this cage).<br />
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“To the land of plenty, Vivir.” Growls the Gnar I can feel his ire even through gem and ore.<br />
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Home! I need to stop this, now!I need to warn the Circle...<br />
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I remember the storm on the planes, darkly clouds brightly flashing. I recall the smell of warm sea air charged with power. I feel my hair stand on edge...Focus, I need focus!The chain!I reach out feeling iron rings in my palm.<br />
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“Uhh, what's he doing Fein?'<br />
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“Just watch...” The arrogant peon says.<br />
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Yes, stand there!My rage gives me an outlet for the energies building.I yarp as one of these crude Northmen. The world around me stands still.<br />
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I hear laughter, then the jolt. My yell of victory turns to screams of pain as the charge backfires and brings me to my knees.<br />
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I feel the memory settling back into place...Why didn't it work?I beat on my prison like a wild animal.<br />
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“Oh Great and Powerful One, your tricks won't work here. You're just a man now!” I hear through the nasally laugh of my captor.<br />
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I'm drug along for miles fighting every step. They WILL not use MY blood to open the Coral Gates!I WILL NOT let my people suffer! What to do, come on think! I need this damned headpiece off!<br />
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I grab my head in frustration, in pain.This Null field causes so much pain...I stop.A seam! It can be broken, this thing of man! Gods be praised!How....<br />
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I take a deep breath as I think on this...I smell salt and sand, the landscape is flatter here.Have we really traveled so far already? I also realize I have slack in the chain. Either they've grown too confident or I too resigned to the situation. Time to fix that! <br />
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With all my might I yank the iron chain. I feel it go taught then slack again as the soldier falls. There's a snap and a scream. I pay no heed,I just run.<br />
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“YOU SON OF A WHORE!”I hear entirely too close. I need to get this off!I try pulling up, hoping that the blood from my wound will be enough to help me slide out.I'm unable to find out, being knocked sideways. Seeing stars.<br />
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“We only need your blood mage-dog, not you!”A sharp pain at my ribs makes me roll over to suck in air. <br />
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SUNLIGHT! <br />
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I laugh at the luck,an insane and entirely too loud gleeful cackle from my dry lips.<br />
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“ What are you laughing at?” Gnar ask with hate behind his deep voice.<br />
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I say nothing as I recall the memory.<br />
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Right before I left for my tour of duty I spent the night with my love ,Yvian and our little redhead Zoie.Yvian and I had put the wee on to bed hours ago, I tucked her in and told her I'd be away for a while. She was sad but understood. Gods sometimes she's too smart...<br />
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“Answer me!”<br />
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Even a stomp on my back cannot break the hold the memory has!<br />
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...We had finished our last bottle of vintage hours ago, but that was fine. We were content holding each other. Neither saying, but fearing it could be the last time. Besides the suns were coming up.<br />
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So beautiful! Both all shades of golds and reds and purples. Being bathed in their light and holding her was the most glorious feeling in the world .I swore then and there to do all in my power to protect my land and my loved ones...<br />
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It didn't matter that the blow was coming for me. The light of the Twins was flowing through me, growing hotter, growing brighter every second.<br />
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“YVIAN!” I scream as the golden light engulfs the plain.EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-69602072621422608242013-06-17T18:22:00.001-07:002013-06-17T18:22:35.149-07:00A Change,A Challange...<br />
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<p>So, it occurs to me I leave this blog unattended too often and just use it for my Friday Flash.I need to change that I think.</p><p>I need to write more, and whats more creative than Poems? I started way back when with my Lyrical Life,a poem for the week on how I feel.I haven't been doing that simple because I find them too dark and brooding.I Like the name but am changing the format...And I need your help folks!</p><br />
<p><h3>I want you to come up with the subject</h3>.</p><br />
<p>A vote if you will.Write down what You would like to see me try for the week,if you agree with someone who's already posted your idea, comment their name(full name please). I'll try to post Sunday/Mondays with the final product after voting is done on Friday!</p><br />
<p>I hope to hear your thoughts and have some fun along the way....</P><br />
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<h1>Vote Away Folks!</h1>EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-52105467908086982392013-06-01T15:32:00.001-07:002013-06-01T15:32:08.149-07:00(#FridayFlash) Heathen Child<br />
<h1>Sorry this is late guys...but here it is:</h1><br />
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“But why?” George asked. As only a child can; honestly and full of awe at the coming answer. Never stopping the round-a-bout path his cycle was going by Grandmother's wheelchair.<br />
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“Because, dear, it's a special book...and it's already filled besides.” She replied in a matter of fact way only a loving adult can to a child, hoping he understood.<br />
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Stomping his dirty,calloused feet on the concrete George stopped his tricycle and looked down at his brightly colored orange copy of the New Testament. “Oh,” he began, as if learning something for the first time(they've been through this several times. From yellow, to blue to green to black.) “That why there scribbles on it?” He finished pointing to the Words written, not knowing the importance Grandmother held in them. As the words left his mouth the pen in his hand was flicking across the pages.<br />
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There go the Warnings of Paul, a three year old cares not for the ravings on an old, dead man. The Wrath of God thrown to the side, written over as if it wasn't there. Nothing Intelligible left except for the doodles of a toddler and no one could read that but him (and maybe a Schizophrenic).<br />
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“Oh, dear Lord!” Grandmother exclaims, reaching down and nearly falling out of her chair “George, No!”<br />
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But The Child is intent...<br />
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Warning after warning, ways to make peace with God.All lost under pen strokes. Circles, and lines overlapping...all nonsense, gibberish.<br />
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“That you, me...” he began drawing away as a boy possessed,page after page gone forever. “...Mommy, Sissy, Dada!”<br />
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“NO!!!” ,yelled Grandmother, fingers reaching closer to the Book. George knew what to do, he just twisted away from her, but it wasn't quiet enough. She got a hold of an orange flap and pulled. That's when George found the strength of four small boys.<br />
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Holy or not, the book was of the mortal realm and couldn't hold up to the twisting and pulling and stretching. It broke.<br />
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“Damn it!” Grandmother swore.<br />
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Around and around George went, laughing all the while... <br />
EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-45958512578882020992013-05-30T12:37:00.001-07:002013-05-30T12:37:40.081-07:00Update on #MWWM<br />
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So, I've finished some on my Memorial Day Writing Spree...but a long weekend just isn't enough.I got me motivated<br />
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<h1>...BIG TIME...</H1><br />
I'm working on building the world as of now.It might be a while till I have something definitive, but something is in the works now...the gears are turning.<br />
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<b>KEEP A LOOK OUT FOLKS!</b> <br />
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EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-85824714481455874302013-05-24T19:25:00.000-07:002013-05-24T19:25:28.684-07:00So, yea...Who likes BBQ's anyway....<br />
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THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS I'M PUTTING MY SELF TO THE TEST...<br />
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STRETCHING MY WITS AS FAR AS I CAN...NO SAFETY BARS, NO STOPPING 'TILL ITS DONE!<br />
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GOING TO FINISH <a href="http://theamazingimpsplace.blogspot.com/2012/10/flash-friday-and-river-ran-sliver-pt1.html">THIS</a> LITTLE STORY! I'M SHOOTING FOR 6-8K WORDS<br />
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WISH ME LUCK...I'LL NEED IT<br />
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EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-65316472870759665232013-05-23T22:55:00.004-07:002013-05-23T22:59:01.763-07:00(#FridayFlash) Abraxas, the Curious ****OK, its been way too long, but I have missed you guys...I hope to be on more often****<br />
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<i>Where did it all go wrong?Dose it even matter any more?...I'm done!</i>Thought Ray as he downed his macabre shake. His last meal.<br />
Some whiskey, a hand full or two of downers, a dash of coke for flavor and a few pellets of rat poison for good measure. That should do the trick,right? No note. No one to care or mourn for his passing. It was time.<br />
"Been a wild ride, 'till next time.", sighed Ray as Sweet Release slid down his gullet. "Bottoms up!" With the deed done he decided to turn in. Pulling the covers over him and turning to make sure the window was open,it might be a few days but he'd be found. With that he closed his eyes, waiting.<br />
"<b>Psst, hey you awake?</b>", whispered a deep voice (more felt than heard) at his ear.<br />
Ray had no idea what was going on:<i>What time is it?Wait, who the hell is in my house...Damn why am I still here?</i> He thought in the split second it took to register the voice. He tried to move but couldn't. <br />
"<b>AHHH...Good.</b>", muttered the voice, mixing rich over tones and subtle under tones, sounding as if it was a symphony of voices. All vying for rays attention.<br />
He tried to open his eyes yet couldn't.<br />
"<b>No,no...no peeking now.....</b>" growled the Voice, trailing off (muttering jibes and pleads in the ebb and flow,daring him to anyway, warning him not to. "Do it....do it....DO IT!" "No, be still, hush and listen!")Ray ignored the voice, terrified or not he wanted to face his fate.<br />
"<b><h3>...UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO SCRAP YOUR EYE-HOLES CLEAN!!!!</h3></b>", finished the Voice in a cacophony of sound.<br />
In one instant Ray felt the pressure of the world on him and a crack in the air. Followed by a sharp pain under his eye and a hand like oil sliding up his forehead and pulling his scalp. He couldn't help it, it may have been the shake finally doing its job or fear, but Ray let loose a puddle of yellow liquid as blood oozed down his cheek.<br />
The voice seemed to change all at once to a more pleasant tone in the forefront,<b>"My presence can destroy the very essence of a soul...but that's what you want, Oblivion...Nothingness. I desire to know why,young one .Then you may have what you long for.</b>" (the gibes and jeers where here all the same "Aww,but I want too." "He's naught but an ant." "Yea, just a piss ant too!")This was too much for Ray...he stayed frozen, pressure still on him, urine soaking to the bone, warm or not."<b>Come, speak!</b>", It said, growing irritated.<br />
"I...I..I n-nnn-need to change first.", replied Ray. Doing his best to stall. He was scared witless, but could feel the toxins doing their job and just wanted to go. "<b>Time is at a stand still...you're not going anywhere anytime soon, child. Now answer, before this becomes your hell!</b>", shot the Voice as if it read his mind, both calm and irked at the same time( "He his a child after all...." "then he should listen to his elders..." "Just end it, how can we understand the mind of an insect?").<br />
Sensing the truth in this, and unable to open his eyes to finish the job Ray relented. <i>Better get it over with...</i>,he thought.<br />
"OK, but what shout I call you? I can't see who you ...I know you're not Jesus or God...but your too kind to be...." The voice cut Ray off in a concurrence of laughter."<b>Oh, how you show your shortsightedness, Nursling. Still sucking on that teat are we? Will, no matter...not for you anyway</b>." As the Voice was talking it was stroking Rays grey, thinning hair. As a mother would her own.<br />
It was unsettling in every way.With claws too long and skin(if it even was skin) way too slick."<b>I am the Cosmos, I am Forever. The God of your God. Of your Deamons. Everything you see sprang from no more material than mine own hair...</b>" As this was said a single hair was plucked from Rays head and whirled as a flower by a school child. Then as easily forgotten as the voice continued, ignoring the twitch from ray."<b>Children always know whats best, I was forgotten...But I digress...I am All. Call me that you will, you've earned that right by just simply being in my presence,Little one. Now, tell me your reason to leave it all behind.</b>"<br />
"Yes, Allfather. I may go after, right?", asked the desperate man."<b>Indeed.</b>", replied the Voice("Just hurry up..." "Children are slow, remember?" "It has been too long, hasn't it?")<br />
"I'm just tired of living a hollow life:no friends, no family, no nothing .It's that simple. I feel it in my bones that I must leave this place for now." After speaking the truth Ray felt lighter somehow, deep within.<br />
"<b>I expected the answer to be more complicated...though, you are a child...Where do these "feelings" come from?</b> ", asked the Voice in a much more subdued tone, as if in deep thought. "It's hard for me to put into words...my soul,I guess, although It's more than that too...All of me feels this!"<br />
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A pause, and a lifting of pressure. "He-Hello?" Ray asked the empty air."<b>I am here, Lamb. Hmmm....</b>", trailed off the Voice. " <b>I see a unique strength in you. Are you sure this is what you want?</b>" <br />
"Even If I burn 'till the end.", exclaimed the old man."<b>Oh, there will be no end. Only beginnings. You have the rare opportunity to choose a fresh start.</b>" said the Voice, now calm as still water.<br />
" A new life? Another chance, no penalties?"<br />
"<b>Indeed, but it will hurt. As if all of Hell rose up to beat you down unto them.</b>"<br />
"Do it.", said Ray, full of hope for the first time in years. Maybe I can find love, have good parents, be a good parent...try to live a different way this time.<br />
"<b>Good bye..</b>.", said the Voice as a light overtook the shadow and the pain began.....EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-40266863941853251742012-11-16T18:55:00.002-08:002012-11-16T18:55:24.216-08:00(#Flash Friday) Rumpelkin, the Blacklung<i>Huh…that’s weird.</i> Thought Pa to himself rubbing his long wizard beard as he pulled the shrink wrap off of the pack of cheapo cigarettes. The more he thought about it the more irritated he became.<br />
”Hey,Ma!”<br />
“Yea, Pa!”<br />
“Did you go and throw away the butts out here? ’Cause I was a savin’ ‘em.”<br />
“Fer what? Ya got a whole carton inside.”<br />
“’Cause, Woman, I was savin’ ‘em! Do I ask you why you save your damn yarn scaps?”<br />
“Well, I didn’t touch ‘em, you old cuss!” Mutters an old lady as she comes outside carrying a tray of lemonade.<br />
“Here’s your dang drink!” she says, setting the glass down hard.<br />
“So you’re saying it was Rumpelkin…” Begins the old man, nodding off the patio to the one yard ornament the couple had.<br />
It was hard to see him through all the weeds over growing the once beautiful yard, but he was there. Tattered and chipped as he was he was loved. The old pair, in years gone by, would spend hours in silent conversation with dear old Rumpelkin. They would mutter and wave their hands about from time to time; some thought them a bit on the queer side.<br />
Yet in reality Rumpelkin helped the twosome keep a bit of their sanity after it was found out that Bess was barren. He would be a sounding board, a shoulder to cry on, friend to share a joke with and so much more.<br />
But that time had passed. It pure luck if they woke up remembering they were married anymore. Poor old Rumpelkin forgotten and left to rot. <br />
“Well, could be, he’s old ‘nuff to smoke now anyhow.” Says Bess as she twirls her bangs with her fingers, smiling all the while.<br />
“But Bess this ain’t the first time...”<br />
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<i>Idea!</i> The old man thinks, blowing smoke like a dragon deep in Contemplation, <i>I’ll catch ‘er red handed…crazy hen, hehehe.</i><br />
“All right, Bess, you win.” Says the husband, standing and pulling his suspender straps up.<br />
“I…I gotta go to the store and pick a few things up, need anything Ma?<br />
“Naw, Pa…Hurry up, Bout to cook supper 'n it’s best hot.”<br />
“I know ma.” Replies the man looking up to the sun at high-noon.<br />
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Hours pass and dinner grows stale by the time the old man finishes his project.<i> Oh Imma get ‘er good! These lights’ll wake me up I’m sure, Rumpelkin,the Blacklung…pfft..</i><br />
He couldn’t help himself, the old man fell to his knees, laughing.<br />
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It was three A.M. Blinding flash.<br />
<i>Oh, Lordy Is it my time?</i> Ponders the old man before he remembers the trap. <i>Oh yea!</i><br />
He sits up. Looking over He sees Bess missing from the bed. <i>I knew it was’ er, crazy bat!</i><br />
So, the old man hops out of bed and runs through the house, knocking over trash can and stepping on the mangy cat they keep. <i>Damn cat!</i> <br />
Finally, he gets to the back door and open’s it up<br />
“AH, HA I GOT Y…..”<br />
His words hung in his mouth.<i> It…It ca….can’t be!</i> He thought<br />
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Before him sat Rumpelkin, a halo of smoke rising from the half burnt cigarette in his mouth.<br />
“Hey Henry, bout time you caught on.” Said Rumpelkin in a gruff, deep voice<br />
And with that Henry’s world went black.<br />
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EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-1737932262290949102012-11-10T18:20:00.001-08:002012-11-10T18:20:24.755-08:00Lyrical Life(#1): Color Blind<br />
<i>I hope to do this as often as I can...A poem on my feelings for the week,I hope you enjoy them.Let me know what you think,if you please. </i><br />
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From a filter tinted blue<br />
the light of the world shines through<br />
Never right<br />
never wrong<br />
Yet non-the-less truthful<br />
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Cold river rushes by<br />
Pushing me down to the ground<br />
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Up again.<br />
Muddy water on the bank<br />
A slip<br />
Then a trip<br />
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Red is overlaid<br />
purple is my pigment now<br />
A sad mix<br />
A mad mix<br />
Blinding rage flashes ruefully<br />
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Swollen eyes<br />
Sullen<br />
Down cast<br />
A stumble<br />
A fall<br />
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Jagged rocks<br />
Gouge flesh<br />
Rend the soul<br />
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Green is laid upon<br />
Grey the world is now<br />
Muddled<br />
Morose<br />
A mess<br />
Longing for more <br />
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Life goes on<br />
In the current below<br />
Uncaring<br />
Unflinching<br />
Me caught in the dead spot between<br />
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Blurred and jumbled<br />
Clarity is needed<br />
Foresight to forge on<br />
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One step<br />
Then another<br />
Glacial currents<br />
Submerged<br />
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Colors fade<br />
Separate<br />
Then brighten<br />
And disperse<br />
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Legs unsteady<br />
One then the other<br />
Up the slippery slope<br />
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World all shine and glare<br />
Blindly smiling<br />
I walk on <br />
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EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-91143460937613224562012-11-09T16:07:00.002-08:002012-11-09T16:07:58.888-08:00(#Flash Friday) Going Home<br />
OK, I'm trying something new here.Not sure how it'll turn out.Let me know.<br />
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White washed walls. White screen door. Paint peeling. Lovely. Home.<br />
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Havoc, chaos, death. Hollow eyes, hungry gums, icy skin. Unforgiving. Cold steel, blinding flash. Soul broken. Family lost. Bloody hand print pressed to mesh. <br />
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Cool mountain forest. Leaves crunching under foot. Running head long. Vision red-edged. Lungs burning. Heart beating against brain. <br />
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A log. <br />
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A fall. <br />
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Broken leg, bone through skin. <br />
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Broken hearted. <br />
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Life failing. Light fading.<br />
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“Oh Hun, its perfect!” squealed Marnie, her blue eyes shining as the sea on a summer day. <br />
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We found our home.<br />
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“If you’re sure babe,” I said hesitantly, looking at all I had to do before Bryson came to us. “I mean it’s a lot of work…” <br />
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It really was. The porch roof half caved in on the right side. The paint was god awful, all shades and states of flaking. The screen door ripped at the bottom on rusty hinges.<br />
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“but Brice….” Her freckles scrounging together around her nose as he caressed the battered screen. She turns to me smiling, so lovely.<br />
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She knew I couldn’t say no to that beautiful face. She was my world, my everything, my love. Stepping in close to my little Mermaid and caressing her perfect tummy, our future. <br />
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“Okay, I’ll find a way to make it work, I just want the best.” I kiss her neck.<br />
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“I know. I love you.” She says, reaching back to rub my hair.<br />
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“Not as much as I love you.”<br />
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We hold one another each wondering what the future holds.<br />
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Wet oak leaves. Redder still. <br />
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Sweat. <br />
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Teeth marks swollen.<br />
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Blood oozing to shirt. Like wine on sand.<br />
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Fever. Blackness comes again.<br />
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“Daddy, look!” Bryson Exclaimed with only the joy a kid can have, pulling the plastic bucket off the wet sand throwing it to the side, forgotten. <br />
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“Great son! All by yourself too.”<br />
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It was the first vacation we had had in a few years, what with Bryson being young and house repairs to pay for I didn’t have time to get away.<br />
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“I’m glad you got away hun, you needed it. You work too hard.” Said Marnie , smiling her little smile driving me crazy.<br />
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It’s been ten years I’ve known her, been close, and she still makes my heart skip. I wasn’t concerned with the white, warm sand or the bright blue ocean I was just happy to spend time with my family.<br />
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“What did I do?” Ask Marnie, giggling and sipping her wine.<br />
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“Nothing Marn…I’m just happy.” <br />
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Staring off in the distance I notice Bryson’s gone too far away from us.<br />
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“I told him to stay close”<br />
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“Hes four, what do you expect dear?”<br />
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“I know, I’ll go get him”<br />
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I kiss her on the lips, the peppery flavor of the vintage sour on my tongue.<br />
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“Daddy! Daddy! OUCH….OUCHY!DADDY!” I hear him scream from the ankle deep water<br />
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I run.<br />
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I get there and pull a clear blob off and run back to Marnie, Bryson crying all the while.<br />
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“whats wrong?”<br />
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I don’t answer I grab her glass and pour it on his leg.<br />
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Sand turning red as blood on a shirt.<br />
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Pain.<br />
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Waking vision blurred.<br />
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Warmth fades.<br />
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Anger rises.<br />
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"Damn it Marn..." I say looking at the check statement "I told you things were tight this month"<br />
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"I'm sorry, I just couldn't pass the deal up though" She replies meekly not knowing what to do,tears welling at the edges of her azure eyes.<br />
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I really shouldn't of been so mad, I know how she loved her roses and forty wasn't bad for six Anne Hathaways. Besides it would complete the left side perfectly.My, how we'd waste away the time looking at her work.<br />
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"What's wrong Dad?" Bryson ask coming down the stairs, hair a mess in his night clothes.Freckles darker and more numerous than eve his mom's. <br />
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I sigh.I dealt with arguing all my child hood.I wouldn't let that happen to him.<br />
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"Nothing son, I've just had a rough day." I say getting up to kiss him on the forehead. "You've an early morning, up to bed,k?"<br />
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"OK, I love you."<br />
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"Love you too, Bry-bry"<br />
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I turn to Marnie, My love.I sigh.<br />
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"Hun...I...I'm." I rub my face and hair.<br />
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She walks up to me, all hint of sadness gone.<br />
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"I know, its ok. I'm sorry too."<br />
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She looks at me, I get lost in the sea of her eyes as she moves closer.She kisses me deeply.<br />
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Loss,Emptiness,Loneliness,Release just a short crawl away Delirium closing in.<br />
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NO!<br />
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Delusion fades, bright clear sky over head.<br />
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White pale skin, white trembling hands find steel.<br />
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A smile.<br />
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Red hair hanging low freckles on her nose.<br />
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The bitter taste of tears and pepper and steel.<br />
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The boy, crazy hair, giggling.<br />
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Lovely.<br />
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Home. <br />
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EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-75450854284444179022012-11-08T14:35:00.000-08:002012-11-08T14:35:03.255-08:00I'm not lazy, I swear! Ok, so I realize its been a while since I've last posted. Whether its just a blurb or a story. I've just come upon some major changes in my life(some painful, some joyous)and have my fingers in many pies right now.I know, I know...I should watch it as I'm going to get diabetes that way,Lord knows I love my sweets though.<br />
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Poor Ezrah is slamming around inside, trying to tear my meninges.Clamping veins, giving me headaches;He isn't dead. In fact, I've finished the little adventure I started in <a href="http://www.fridayflash.org/">#FlashFriday</a> a few weeks ago and started a few more plot points.I'm just seeing how far I can carry it. <br />
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As far as my #FlasFriday entries go I'm trying to do something new every week, a self imposed challenge if you will.Trying to see what works and what doesn't.I'm trying not to be a one trick pony. <br />
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So I hope to see you around, my Friends!<br />
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Also, trying to spread the word:<br />
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my friend <a href="http://farmanor.blogspot.com">Larry Kollar</a> has a few <a href="http://www.farmanor.blogspot.com/p/my-ebooks.html">books</a> out.He is a wonderful author whom I've had the pleasure of seeing grow and one I've known for a good chunk of my life.And I'm better for it! So show him some love too!<br />
EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-57801591029676155722012-10-25T20:44:00.001-07:002012-11-08T13:51:09.472-08:00(#flash friday) And the River Ran Sliver-Pt.1 Quick Silver Creek, just another boom town on the dusty edge of a dry river bed… <br />
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Not even a big one at that.<br />
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But, As Ezrah knew all too well, that’s where bad days and sleepless night were born. The trouble with life on the Borderlands is that they border on crazy. You never know what sort of beast or man you’ll find there. To a few that’s the joy, seeing giant spiders scurry across the plains, or play host to the few wild elves left for a night. To the rest it’s a nightmare, full of ghost and ghouls and other beast much worse, all gnashing teeth and angry eyes. It’s a wonder the Hex-guns can keep up. Yet, that’s what stoked the fire deep inside making Ezrah shine bright and true; a beacon of light in these unforgiving lands. Well it didn’t hurt that Tesla asked a favor of him. <br />
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As the settlement grew closer the ground changed from grey featureless rock and cracked earth to something that felt like crushed limestone, yet red as dried blood and soft enough to crumble to dust at the slightest touch. As the vermillion sand fell from his hands a gust of wind carried the specks away. <br />
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“Looks like a storms acomin’.” grunted Ezrah to the darkening west.<br />
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Ahead was the river bed from which the place got its name sake. A handful men, women, and children were gathered round the trickle that ran out of the mine, bottling the liquid metal in cast-iron flask to be shipped to Tesla and used on all kinds of odd experiments. <br />
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“Why’ve you gone and chawed up the land here you crazy old coot? I’d bet ol’ Isabella here that that’s where your trouble’s from.” muttered Ezrah, caressing his revolver as he tightened the strap, smiling. “No need for hostilities just yet, m’lady. I’m sure before it’s all over you’ll have some fun.” <br />
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Through the red dust came a shadow of a boy running from person to person, pointing to the coming squall. With that the lazy pace changed to a fever pitch; everyone chucking bottles in crates and crates on wagons almost as if the storm itself is the problem. <br />
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“Hey, you there,” a voice calls from behind the open gate, now only about an acre away, “You better hurry up and get on in here. Thingis ‘bout to get rough…” <br />
“What ya mean by “rough”?” asked Ezrah, hiding his surprise at being called out from so far away. <br />
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“No time! Just get in here Hex-gunner” <br />
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“That easy to spot are we?” asked Ezrah, adjusting his belt so his coat hid Isabella better. <br />
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“Naw, not usually, but we knew you was coming ‘Gunner, and your hand cannon’s marked. Makes it easier to tell you apart from the rest of us. Now hurry up and get in here, we need to close the valves holdin’ the door open, unless you’re volunteerin’ to clean them when the storm passes.”<br />
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“No, no I’m not at that.”<br />
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As the distance closed the body behind the voice showed itself. He was a portly man, weathered by time and trials unknown; and they didn’t leave the man unmarred. Where his left eye should be was a glowing orb of electricity, crackling out at the edges singing what hair was left on the wizened man. <br />
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“Name’s Jed. Thank you for coming ‘Gunner.” <br />
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“Ezrah.” Replies the Hex-Gunner shaking Jed’s outstretched hand. “Now, why the panic here over such a small dustup figured you guys’d be used to it out here on the Border Lands”<br />
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“Oh, it ain’t the storm, my friend, it’s those little buggers that come out of the mine when it hits.” Declared the overweight gentleman, his enchanted blue orb staring off in the distance as the gate slammed to. “Gremlins, things used to just muck up our gears, nothing new there, right? Well, that the men and I could handle ‘till they started draggin’ ‘em off. Like nothin’ I’ve ever seen.” Pausing to look at his pocket watch, “Well, friend, lets head on over yonder I’d like a rest before the cow patty plops down.”<br />
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As the large brass valves swung the gate shut Ezrah finally saw what a ghost town the ‘Creek was. Not a soul in sight down the lane of shacks, most of which look to have seen better days with windows boarded up and roofs caved in from disrepair.<br />
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“Used to be so nice out here…”Sighing and scratching his eye-socket. “…Damn thing ain’t, never gonna heal, works a sight better though. Ha! Sometimes I even surprise myself with my wit.”<br />
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“I’m sure you do Jed,” Grumbled Ezrah,looking west “but that storm ain’t gonna wait till your done slack jawing. I thought we was in a hurry now”<br />
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“Right, right. Sorry.” Stifling his laugh, and opening the door to his little hovel. “Here we are good sir. Back to point: That’s got my men spooked, most of the ones that weren’t taken off have scattered to the four winds. I’ve even overheard the old wives’ tales of dragons in the earth waitin’ to pop up again and eat us all. That this mercury Tesla is having us get is the blood coming back to the source, awaking one.” Propping his feet up on two rackety chairs the veteran continues. “ Hogwash, but the men buy it. Just don’t see how they go from these little snots to a dragon.”<br />
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“I’ve heard tell of then taking lesser creatures at thralls, if you take the stories to heart. Something has these things acting out or sorts. So, what do you need me to do?”<br />
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“Well, first off get your gun ready. By my reckoning we got ‘bout five minutes till they pop their ugly little heads outta that cave.” Declared Jed, nodding at the red shadow moving closer.<br />
EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-54792091614889582142012-10-23T16:34:00.000-07:002012-11-08T13:46:36.520-08:00(#FlashFriday) And the River Ran Silver (preview)<br />
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A work in progress, but here's a bit of a tease:<br />
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Quick Silver Creek, just another boom town on the dusty edge of a river bed… <br />
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<br />
Not even a big one at that. But, As Ezrah knew all too well, that’s where bad days and sleepless night were born. The trouble with life on the Borderlands is that they border on crazy. You never know what sort of beast or man you’ll find there. To a few that’s the joy, seeing giant spiders scurry across the plains, or play host to the few wild elves left for a night. To the rest it’s a nightmare, full of raiding goblins and other beast much worse, all gnashing teeth and angry eyes. It’s a wonder the Hex-guns can keep up. That’s what kept Ezrah going though, knowing he was the beacon of light to those out here, didn’t hurt that Tesla asked a favor of him.<br />
EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-25919250764208921922012-10-18T00:57:00.001-07:002012-10-18T01:42:21.655-07:00Atlas(a poem)<p>On a ledge<br />
high upon the wall<br />
sits a statue<br />
grand and tall</p><p>A wonder to behold by all!</p><p>With chin held high,<br />
eyes defiant and daring,<br />
Its shoulders and feet<br />
set square and true<br />
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holding the weight of the world evermore!</p><p>But look close<br />
and you'll see the flaws...</p><p>A thumb print here(to make sure it stayed in place),<br />
mismatch tone there (really,who cares?)<br />
and many, many more.<br />
All hidden, not laid bare.</p><p>look closer still<br />
and you'll see <br />
it was damaged long ago...</p><p>Dropped without care to the floor;<br />
Stomped,<br />
Thrown,<br />
Beaten as a rag doll.</p><p>Packed away unwrapped,<br />
left in the dark to rot.<br />
Even tossed about in a box of rusty nails.</p><p>Collecting dust<br />
and gouges<br />
and nicks and scraps and bruises<br />
all along the way</p><p>Broken again...<br />
not sure if it was a push this time<br />
or a fall<br />
but really its been cracked all along...</p><p>Patched with mud and straw<br />
time and time again<br />
It was made thick,<br />
yet broke again<br />
and thicker still.</p><p>It never helped-<br />
to much clay mashed on will only make a hollow thing cave in</p><br />
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<p>This time things aren't the same...</p><br />
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<p>Yes, the pieces are picked up,<br />
are glued back together again.<br />
Yet we find parts all shattered to dust <br />
or ones that don't fit quiet right at all.</p><p>On the ground,<br />
deep below the ledge the Proud One lays.<br />
Patched and dejected</p><p>A wonder to behold by all!</p><p>With teeth clinched to the gum;<br />
His back contorted and compressed,<br />
His knees pushed too far in,<br />
and His legs off kilter</p><br />
He holds the weight of the world Evermore!</p><p>Look closer still<br />
and you'll see more flaws</p><br />
<p>and love him still...</p><p>I'll stand right here,<br />
with eyes unblinking<br />
and heart beating in my chest</p><br />
and admire His reflection evermore!</p><br />
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EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-89056563875362417612012-10-17T20:37:00.001-07:002012-11-08T13:48:00.396-08:00My Plans in the Near Future So, this one is pretty self-explanatory... <p align="center">I plan on getting some of the poems I've written over the years on here and get some feed back(after I look up some html tags). I also plan on organizing my bullet point on a few worlds I've started creating and refine them;start digging deeper into the mythos locked in my mind(I know its there rattling around somewhere, dang it!).</P><p align="center">I'm wanting to use this as a tool to expand my writing...to help me get better,lets face it while I love to write and whatnot, I'm not the best at getting the ideas across,but with practice and time I hope to fix that.I've no idea how to go about this but I have a friend or two on here who post Flash Friday stories...I'd like to start as well.Seems like a good chalange.</p><p align="center">well, as late as it seems to some my day i just beginning.I've got things to do.So, once again,take care my friends. Don't forget to keep a look out for new blogs soon!</p>EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498566586656538209.post-57193525005446468182012-10-17T20:07:00.001-07:002012-11-08T13:51:39.843-08:00The First, Finally!<h1><p align="center">Ok, so I've found out I actually had this blog all along...</p></h1><p align="center">Not sure how many people know or care at this point(lol).I plan on getting on here more often.I'll add blogs as needed for separate worlds/writing styles.</p><p align="center">This blog I'll be updating with whayever strikes my fancy from updates on other blogs to rants on the odd(and wonderfully colorful) people of Wal*Mart I see, or just pop in to say hi.</p><p align="center">I do hope you find something enjoyable on your stop here my friends,and please, feel free to leave constructive criticism where needed.God knows I need all the help I can get! EJ Hobbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07678857901520016380noreply@blogger.com0