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Candlelight Red

Posted on | July 2, 2009 | No Comments

Watching the storm roll in
churning desperation
light falters, hydration commences
left with nothing but shadows
with lightning at our backs
even you, a prissy serpent
is pelted with water pebbles.

And this is where our story
parts, I decide to go this way and walk into the
rain fall away from pretensions
through thrashing and lucid lips
I scream into the storm
fuck the world and the lemons in it

candlelight red
sinks into honeydew mornings
plaster knowledge of age into
blue hues and continue on
to seek my Everest, feel an awesome wrath and
addiction to freedom of knowing
who I am.

On the way home from work today, I was behind an SUV that  had the words “Candlelight Red” on the back window. I never heard of this but I loved the way the two words sounded together. So I wrote a poem and then Googled Candlelight Red and they are a local band to Central Pennsylvania. According their twitter profile they are a mergance between Stept On (ohh I loved  Stept On saw them in concert at the former Crowbar years ago in State College) and Til December. You can follow Candlelight Red here on Twitter or check out Candlelight Red on Myspace and listen to their single. I listened to it and I like it because it is really edgy. Just my type.

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Dreaming of Eve

Posted on | June 30, 2009 | No Comments

The following story is for mature audiences only. Rated R for strong violence, sexual situations and language. You can read other stories here that you might find more to your liking.

She called for her dogs but they didn’t come. Scooping up their food and water bowls, she noticed the water bowls had a film inside and were empty. I could have sworn I cleaned these lately she thought as she ran the water bowls under hot water and rubbed the film away with her fingers. Then she filled Lucy’s cream colored bowls and Marco’s blue bowls and set them on the floor and called for the canines once again.

Starting for the kitchen window, to see if they were in the back yard since it was already 9:00 a.m. and the summer oven was cranked up.

“You always let me lick your pussy but never let me fuck you. You should’ve let me fuck you,” a man’s voice spoke to her. She stopped and something strong, cold and masculine rubbed her ass underneath a night gown she never wore.

Eve woke startled and bothered. She looked at the green digital numbers and it read 3:00 a.m.. Something about that voice, the touch, the moistness between her legs, unnerved her. Reaching beside the clock she lit a cigarette in the dark and watched the silver smoke linger in the moonlight. Why had this dream bothered her? It’s not like she hadn’t had sex dreams before but this one was different it had a foreboding mood. What if she hadn’t woken up, would there have been some Freddy Kruger ready to slit her throat and she would die in her sleep. She shuddered at thought and needed to hear Marlene’s voice. Eve picked up her cell phone and called Marlene, hoping that she was sitting around with the guys and not on a call. She left a message.

Eve lit another cigarette. Her phone rang startling her.

“Hey, what’s up?” Marlene asked.

“You busy,” Eve replied.

“No I just got back with a drunk, just filling out paperwork. You sound shaken. Something happen?”

“I don’t know. I had this dream. I came downstairs and called for the dogs and fed them then this man’s voice said he always licked my pussy and I should’ve let him fuck me. Then I felt something grab me and I woke up.”

Marlene stayed quiet, “why is this dream bothering you, it’s only a dream?”

“I don’t know. Something about the voice I guess.”

She heard typing on the other end, “maybe you were dreaming about what his name, you know the guy who followed you around like a puppy dog, Doug, right?”

“Doug, why I would dream about Doug?”

“I don’t know sweet heart; I am not a therapist people dream about the damndest things. I wouldn’t worry about it. Get some sleep and I’ll be home before you go to work. Love you,” Marlene said.

“Love you, too,” Eve replied and hung up the phone.

She listened for the dogs but didn’t hear them. Lighting another cigarette, the image of Doug pushed into her brain. In high school, Doug and she were best friends, not the kind of best friends like Marlene and Eve but kind of like girlfriend and boyfriend. She liked him and probably loved him but when he kissed her she felt nothing. He would touch her breasts and ask over and over to go the next step but she wouldn’t. Eve didn’t want to fuck him. Doug and she met in freshman year and were inseparable at school.

They had the same interests such as drama and art while Marlene was more interested in sports. Over the years, the three of them spent all their time together. When they were seniors, Marlene was sick with flu and Eve went to Doug’s house, his parent’s were gone for the weekend. He poured her a drink. Several drinks later, he had his shirt off and Eve ran her hands over his thin, defined body. He wrangled off her shirt and enjoyed her breasts. She didn’t stop him. Pulling down her shorts and underwear, he kissed her vagina then devoured her.

Her heart beat rocketed and her blood boiled, she grabbed his black hair and shoved him deeper into her crotch, screaming as she orgasmed. The moments drunk and blurry she took in his dick and sucked him, thinking, wanting, craving more of the pleasure that was given to her.

He wanted more. He always did. Eve allowed him to go down on her all the time but never let him enter inside of her. She didn’t care for the oral she gave him, she did it because he pleasured her. Eve and Marlene left for college together, and Eve never wrote.

Eve got up and stumbled to the bathroom and found the Tylenol pm. Rushing two capsules down with water from the tap, she went back to bed and waited for sleep to come. Darkness enveloped her.

At 7:30 the alarm clock reverberated through the room. She shut it off and dazedly got up from the bed. Faint morning light filtered through the Venetian blinds. Coffee. And lots of it, the automatic coffee maker already was brewing. It greeted her at the top of the stairs. Normally, the dogs would be underfoot but not this morning. She walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen.

The dog bowls were upturned and dog kibble laid over the floor mixing with the spilt water.

“What the fuck?” she said aloud. “Lucy! Marco!” She yelled fiercely.

Nothing. She checked the basement door and it was locked and shut. She opened it anyway and called down the stairs, nothing. She opened the back door and went onto the porch. Scanning across the yard, Eve screamed and fainted on the porch. Hanging from the aged and mangled apple tree, the black lab and the beagle swung from their hind legs on the lowest branch, gutted. Pools of blood gathered on the grass below them.

“Sweet heart, wake up,” Marlene cooed to Eve.

Her eyes fluttered open and reached up and held onto Marlene. Marlene returned the embrace. “When I saw them and you. I thought you were hurt but you’re not. You’re okay. I am so glad I didn’t lose you,” she said, kissing her face and hair.

“Who did this?” Eve choked.

“I don’t know yet but we will get them. Cooper and his team will help me find them.” Marlene scooped Eve into her arms and carried her to bed. Eve took another sleeping pill and fell into a dreamless sleep. When she awoke, she was in Marlene’s arms.

“Hey you doing okay?” She whispered.

“I guess. Have you heard anything?”

Marlene shook her head, “I can take off tonight, or you can come with me to work tonight.”

“I just want to sleep.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

Eve snuggled closer to Marlene, “maybe it was Doug. Maybe that whole dream thing was like a premonition or something. Maybe he went berserk and now wants me or whatever.”

Marlene smiled in the dark, “sweetheart I’ve known all your life and I don’t think you are psychic but if it will make you feel better. I will run him.”

“Thanks”

“I know this is ancient history but you never told me what happened to you two. He was fun, and we all were so close back in the day.” Marlene said.

“He wanted to go all the way and I didn’t. You know we did oral all the time. He did it more to me than I to him. He thought if he would get me off I would him to fuck him and that is just not what I wanted to. Right before we left for college, I told him I never wanted to see him again and I was only using him to get off and he disgusted me.”

“Is there more to the story?” Marlene asked.

“Remember when you went away to some conference after we graduated. I went back to visit my mom and tell her the news about you and I. Well I ran into Doug. He seemed sad. I talked with him some and he invited me back to his place. I figured he deserved the truth on why I never wanted him in that way before. I thought he would understand. He lived in an efficiency apartment and we sat together on his dingy couch. I was ready to tell him when he came at me, his hands slipped down my pants and I knew I was wet. He always made me wet but I don’t think it was him as much as what he was doing. His mouth found me, I knew I should have told you sooner but I just couldn’t because I couldn’t lose you. Anyway he went down and made me come like he always did. Then he turned me over and held me down and I felt the tip of his dick. I fought and kicked him hard. As he lay on the floor, I blurted that I was a lesbian and left the room.”

Marlene pulled away from her.

“I’m sorry Marlene. I should have told you.” Eve said.

“That’s in the past. I have had you to myself for 15 years and in the beginning, you and I both had a hard time being together.” Marlene conceded. She looked over at the clock. “I have to get going sweet heart, are you sure you don’t want to come? You can write there or come along on calls.”

“I am okay Marlene, I think I will sleep some more and tomorrow will be better.”

Marlene bent over her and joined their lips together, holding onto her head, “it scared me to see you lying on the patio and the dogs. I could never lose you, Eve. I love you too much.” Marlene kissed her again and handed her another pill and water. Another night drifted by without trouble.

Eve sat at the kitchen and waited for Marlene to come home. Marlene strong and independent always protected Eve. They met in elementary school and never left each other’s side. It was summer and Eve’s 16th birthday, Doug just went home and the girls sat in her Eve’s bedroom laughing over the events of the party.

“Eve did you ever kiss Doug?” Marlene asked.

“Yeah.”

“Did you like it?”

“No, it’s not what I thought it would be?”

“How did you think it would be?”

“I don’t know something I guess.”

“I want to be kissed,” Marlene said.

“I want to be kissed and fireworks go of f like in those movies.”

“Maybe we could kiss each other and you could tell me if I am a good kisser or not.”

What harm would it be? Marlene was her best friend. “Okay” she said.

Marlene inched closer and planted her lips on Eve’s. She returned the kiss. Their hands traveled over new found curves. Marlene pulled away and stared into Eve’s eyes.

“Well am I good kisser?”

Eve pulled Marlene on top of her and they enjoyed each other’s lips and tongue.

Marlene pulled away, “does this mean we are gay?”

“No it doesn’t, we were just kissing,” Eve answered.

Eve smiled at the memory and drank more coffee. It would be another four years before they tried anything again but the sexual tension grew between them. When they were alone, they undressed and spent time together with no clothes on. Eve loved Marlene with all her heart. The phone rang, Eve grabbed it.

“Did I wake you, Eve?” her mother asked.

“No. I was awake.”

“I thought you would like to know, Doug, your old boyfriend killed himself the other night. I won’t go into details but it would be nice if you came to the funeral.”

“Dead?” Eve asked.

“We are all shocked here, you and Marlene will come won’t you?”

“Yeah sure.” Marlene opened the door, her face tired and sad.
“Marlene just walked in, talk to you later. When is it?”

“It’s this Thursday.”

“Okay mom, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Marlene crossed the kitchen and hugged her, “was that your mom?”

“Doug killed himself.” Eve relayed the information.

“I know, I looked him like I said I would and I found the police report.”

Eve pulled her and kissed her, “I am sorry about what I did all those years ago.”

“Don’t worry about it. I do have some other news,” Marlene spoke, “they ran the fingerprints and the have a match. Now they just have to find him.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard, just go to his house and pick him up.” Eve said.

“He is a homeless guy. They are checking his usual places. What boggles me is why would he come here and kill our dogs. I never treated him bad and I made sure he had some food before we released him.”

Eve grabbed Marlene’s hand and led her upstairs. “Let’s worry about that later, just be mine for right now.”
***
Marlene woke, sitting in a hard chair, wrists strapped to the arms of the chair. A cold mist surrounded her senses. A man, tall and lanky with black hair walked through the mist, laughing. Marlene stopped struggling with the restraints.

“This is only a dream,” she muttered under her breath.

“Sure is, Marlene but you won’t wake yourself up not until I let you wake up. There is no place for you to go,” Doug sneered.

“Aren’t you dead, so this is just a dream. You died, Eve dreamed about you and then I dream about you, who cares?” Marlene reasoned.

“Sure dreaming about me because of guilt. I know how you cops think anyway. Sweet Eve told you about the little instance where she let me pleasure her while you two were together and now you are dreaming about me.”

Marlene said nothing.

Doug neared her and his hand of ice graced her cheek, “remember Marlene our first time together. I was glad you came. You seemed to desperate, you threw yourself at me. You sucked my dick real good. Of course not as good as Eve but I didn’t know that then. I wanted you for that moment and I fucked you real good didn’t I?”

Marlene turned her head away from his touch.

He laughed, “oh what is about me, that turned the both of you into dikes?”

“This is only a dream so I am not talking to you,” she muttered.

“Okay fine.” He said and disappeared into the mist.

“WAKE UP!!” She screamed into the darkness but she remained in the chair. Maybe this is real she thought and panicked. Left with her thoughts of her past with Doug.

She didn’t want to believe the kiss she shared with Eve was real. Marlene believed it was because she was curious about sex and that was all. She knew Doug and figured what guy could turn down sex? After leaving Eve’s place the morning after their kiss, she went to Doug’s and they went for a walk.

When they found a secluded spot she kissed him. He didn’t push her away. Marlene knew she wanted to try everything with him and unzipped his pants. Soon he panted and wanted more. Letting her shorts fall to the ground, she bent over and with in minutes it was over. Was that it? She asked herself. She wanted Eve, she knew then after copulation with Doug that there was only person for her and that was Eve. That kiss with Eve was everything to her. Doug called her for more but she rejected him. He soon gave up and she watched Doug pursue sex from Eve but she never fucked him. She let him pleasure her and she returned the favor.

The air around chilled again. Doug returned with a figure in tow. Eve.

“See Marlene, I got you and no matter how much you reject me, you are still mine for a time being.” He pulled Eve out of the mist, her nude body glistened from the dewy mist. She hung like a doll on his arm.

“Eve, sweetheart, wake up,” Marlene called.

Doug laid her body on the amorphous ground and ran his hands over her body.

“Wake up Eve.” Marlene screamed.

Doug glared at her and with a swift movement of his hand, Marlene felt a ball gag snuff out her screams. He went back to Eve and kissed her but she didn’t stir. In his dream realm, something silver appeared in his hand. Marlene screamed and screamed but there was a void in the air.

With a knife in his hand he caressed Eve’s right breast and cut it off, crimson squirted and oozed from the wound. Doug hurled the breast at Marlene and it smacked her in the face. The blood smeared over her face.

“Don’t worry Marlene, you can have the other tittie as well.” Doug commented and lopped off the breast. He carried the breast in his hand and walked over to Marlene. Tears ran down her face, her throat raw from screaming. He yanked the ball gag out of her mouth and shoved the breast in her mouth, choking her.

Doug went back to Eve and took off his pants, “and now while you watch Marlene, I will get what should have been mine from this little cock tease.”

The scene drifted away, was she waking up? Please let me wake up she prayed. For once she hope if there was a god, she would wake up and Eve would be sleeping beside her. She would never let her go.
***
Marlene’s cell phone rang, waking Eve. The phone sat on the table. Marlene slept beside her. Looking at the caller ID it was the station.

“Marlene, wake up it’s the station.” Eve shook her harder and no response.

“Marlene, wake up!” Eve screamed again. Eve felt her lips and they were cold.

Answering the phone, she screamed, “I need help. It’s Marlene.”

Eve straddled Marlene and tried CPR. She tried kissing her and nothing.

The door opened and Marlene’s partner came in with some other men. Smith covered Eve up with a sheet and while the paramedics tried to revive Marlene. The paramedics looked at Eve and Smith and shook their heads. Eve wailed into the darkness and fell into Smith’s arms.

Eve drifted out of sleep in her room, Smith saw her awake.

“Hey. How are you?” He asked and handed her a cup of coffee.
With shaking hands she took the cup, “so I guess this isn’t a dream.” She whispered.

“No I am afraid not. We took Marlene to the coroners. He’s doing an autopsy. As soon as he knows how she died we will know. You guys didn’t do anything kinky did you?”

Eve shook her head.

“When you are up to it, you’ll have to come in for statement. Depending on how the autopsy goes, you could be a suspect. I know you guys love each other so if something happened tell me and I could help you.”

“Nothing that we don’t normally do.” She sipped the coffee.

“I am so sorry, Eve. Marlene is like a sister to me. I am going to miss her very much. Janet sends her love and she’s got the gals down at her church praying for you,” Smith rambled on.

“Thanks,” Eve mumbled.

“Do you need me to stay? I just don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“I’ll be okay. I just want to be myself right now.”

Smith hugged her, “call me or Janet if you need anything at all. We’re here for you and we love you very much.”

Eve nodded.

“I’ll call if I hear about the autopsy. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He walked across the room and out the door.

How does one describe a vacuum left in someone’s heart when her soul mate dies for no reason? Eve was cold, tears frozen inside her. She sunk back into the pillows and Marlene’s perfume graced her senses.

Since their first kiss, Eve knew she loved Marlene. She wanted to tell her, to kiss her again but afraid for Marlene to leave. They never talked about their kiss. While they were in college, she noticed on several occasions, Marlene watching her dress.

Eve wrote a play and it was produced by the school Eve was the leading lady and when the actor kissed her, she saw a glint of anger in Marlene’s eyes. After the play, Marlene and Eve went to hot tub in the apartment complex. It was summer and the room was empty. They stripped and entered in the bubbly water. They sat close enough where Eve could feel Marlene’s hand next to her thigh.

“You did a great job, as always, Eve.” Marlene said. “You’ll be a famous play write one day.”

This was it, “Marlene I love you.” Eve blurted.

Marlene turned and looked into her eyes, “I love you too.”

“No Marlene, I love you more than anything in the world. Ever wonder why I don’t have a boyfriend it’s because I want you. I love you and I want to kiss you again and make love to you.”

Marlene sat quietly and stared at the water. Eve touched her face and Marlene took her hand and kissed it.

“I want to make love to you too. I always did since we kissed. You are the only person I ever wanted. I need you, Eve. I need you to kiss me.”

Eve moved closer and pressed her lips on hers. The fire started and both women with the thought with true love found and expressed, passion exploded. They fumbled with each other yet they didn’t notice, the momentum too great as each came from each other’s bodies, a release of repression and doubt from all the years waiting for the other to make the first move. Insatiable. They found each other at every moment.

When people who knew them found out they were met with opposition. Eve and Marlene broke up and Marlene moved out on her own. Eve called her everyday and nothing. Then out of the blue, while Eve was at home Marlene showed up with roses and made love to her all night and they never parted again except when Marlene went away to a conference and Eve came back home to tell her mother she was a lesbian.

Tears streamed down Eve’s cold cheeks. She looked at the clock and it was only midnight. She wanted to die. How could she live with out Marlene. “Oh Marlene, what happened, why did you die?” Eve sobbed, gagging every so often from the deluge. At some point through the tears, Eve drifted into sleep.

Heavy knocks pounded through the falling rain. Eve awoke with a start and made her way downstairs. It’s probably Smith with the results Eve thought as she descended the stairs. The knocking continued.

“I’m coming.”

The phone rang. Eve turned on the downstairs light and answered it.

“Did I wake you, Eve?” The knocking subsided.

“No you didn’t.”

“I thought you would like to know the preliminary results,” Smith started. “Doc Jefferson said she was very healthy and just died of natural causes. He is doing further investigations but as of right now, she just died. I’m sorry, Eve, so very sorry.”

How could just die for no reason. If there was God, he was cruel because he wouldn’t just take someone because he wanted to. At that moment, she hated God and wished he would be cast to hell with the rest of the miscreants .

“Okay thanks,” Eve said and hung up the phone.

She was about to shut off the light when the knocking started.

“Who is it?” She called.

“I am Simon. I have information about Marlene.” the voice answered.

“How do I know you are telling the truth?” Eve’s heart pounded.

“Doug killed her while she slept. He frightened her to a point where her heart stopped.”

Eve flung open the door and stared at the heavy-set middle aged man, his long blond hair soaked from the rain. “Come in.”

He entered in the house and stood dripping in the foyer.

“I know this is hard to believe but I am a medium and Doug contacted me and told me to find you and talk to you.”

Eve remained quiet.

“My name is Simon Rishaud and I am from New Jersey. I just drove ten hours to get to you. Doug forced me to come as if I didn’t my wife would die.”

“So why are you here anyway?” Eve asked.

“As you know Doug killed himself. I don’t know if you how he died but he cut off his genitalia and cut off his tongue and bled to death. He couldn’t leave this Earth because he has unfinished business.”

“I don’t believe a word of this, mediums and psychics is the crap on television.” Eve said.

“Okay I will prove it to you. Doug tried to rape you when you came back from college. You kicked him and ran. How many people did you tell that to.”

Eve sat on a chair, “no one, not even Marlene not until earlier. Of course, Doug could have told someone.”

“Did you know that he knew that you and Marlene kissed? Then the next morning she ran to Doug and they lost their virginity with each other?”

Marlene screwed Doug and never told her? Doug never told her? Rage engulfed her heart for a brief moment but she loved Marlene a lot more than she was mad at her.

“Okay, I don’t know if I fully believe you but keep going, sit down.” Eve replied.

He sat on the sofa and continued, “Doug has unfinished business and until he does it he will haunt you forever and who knows how many people would die until you give in?”

“What is this business?” Eve asked although she already knew the answer.

Simon coughed and shifted uncomfortably on the couch, “you have to make love to him.”

“What go to sleep and let him come?”

“Uh no.” He coughed again. “Look, this is why he chose me I am a man and I am a medium that is very sensitive to spirits and the spirits can use my body. I am not fond of this idea but I saw what he did to your love and your dogs and I am sure this will keep on going until either you die or concede with the demands. I am sorry but those are your options. I don’t like either one because we both have something to lose.”

Would this end? If Marlene did it to see if she really wanted Eve in the beginning then maybe she could do it to free Marlene’s spirit.

“How do we this? I only have to do it once?”

“He only said once and at least pretend you are enjoying it. Don’t fight it or he may not go.” Simon replied. “I will call him because the sooner we get this done the better we all are.”

Simon closed his eyes and Eve watched him. His features changed his long blond hair changed to black and curly and his body changed to tall and slender and young. His eyes opened and there was Doug. He smiled, one of his best features because his green eyes lit with happiness. Doug stood up and walked to Eve. She remained immobilized on the chair believing, hoping, she was drunk and dreaming and when she would wake up Marlene would be beside her and she would never let her go.

“Eve, you are still as beautiful as ever.” He whispered and touched her face.

“Why did you kill her?” Eve asked.

“I am sorry, I was so mad. I am sorry I hurt. I love you so much. So much Eve. If you would have given me the chance, I would have made you happy. Even better it could have been the three of us forever enjoying our bodies. What bliss that would be? That would be a winning situation, now wouldn’t it?”

“Why did Marlene fuck you?” Eve asked. She shivered as his hands pulled open her robe and stroked her breasts.

“You and her kissed and she thought she was gay and so she came to me and let me fuck her. I guess I wasn’t as good as she hoped because she was a dike in the end anyway, wasn’t she.” Doug moved closer and kissed her neck, his hands traveled down to her vagina. He whispered in her ear, “just let yourself go and enjoy it, I have been waiting for this a long time.”

Doug scooped her up and laid her on the floor, kissing her body. Her skin flourished with his cool touch but her stomach turned at the same time. Please just let it be quick she prayed silently. His mouth traveled to her sex and made her come. As much as she didn’t want to, she couldn’t help it, orgasms were primal. He unzipped his pants and she saw he was ready. His eyes turned black and his touch colder as he thrust inside her.

She cried out in agony and pain since she never had sex with a man before. He grabbed onto her breasts and squeezed them until they were purple. Thrusting faster, clawing at her body, the she cried, the more aggressive he came. Her body screamed with pain. In a flash he slumped over her, warm goo seeped down her legs.

“I want you forever, Eve.” He held her wrists and dragged her. She kicked and screamed. To keep her quiet, he punch in her the mouth breaking some teeth. Her screams turned to sobs and gagging.

“That was I always wanted if you would have just gave it to me we wouldn’t go through all this. He the telephone wire out of the wall and tied her wrists together. She writhed underneath him. He tied the other end of the wire to the leg of the touch. Her hands swelled purple.

From the fireplace he grabbed the poker and cracked her kneecaps. Eve cried out again.

“You little bitch, its you and me forever.” He screamed at her and plunged the poker into her right breast, blood sprayed the living room and Doug. He licked the blood off his lips. She shrieked and he kicked in her the mouth. Yanking the poker out, he thrust it in her other breast, enjoying the blood rain on his face. Her eyes fluttered shut and he laughed as took out the poker and enjoyed her body one more time.

Eve shut her eyes and found Marlene in the mist. They joined together and the pain stopped as Marlene kissed her.

Blue and red sirens flooded the living room and Doug left Simon lying naked next to a bloody and battered Eve.

Category: simply stories

Add Patriotic Music this Fourth

Posted on | June 30, 2009 | No Comments

I mentioned before that the Fourth of July is one of my favorite holidays. I love my country and I just love the freedom that this country offers. I promised Sunshine when I got paid, that we will go to the fireworks shed and buy some fireworks. We don’t let her shoot them but she is allowed to use sparklers and morning glories. If you are planning a similar even for this fourth, fireworks, family and friends and food you might want to add A Salute To America as back ground music for the festivities especially when you shoot off the fireworks.

0703_300x250 A Salute to America is available now through Amazon but I would wait until July 3rd when it becomes the deal of the day and you can buy the entire collection for $1.99. This is a collection of the 30 best patriotic songs. Of course this is not good for the Fourth of July but Memorial Day and Veterans Day and other patriotic days. If you can’t wait until the third, you can buy it today for $9.49. Don’t forget A Salute To America is available now but wait until July 3rd and purchase it from Amazon MP3 for $1.99.

Have a great Fourth of July

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I am Writing!!!

Posted on | June 29, 2009 | No Comments

Yes folks, I am working on a new story. Earlier today I dozed off and quickly went in dream sleep. I awoke suddenly and I had a story sprouting. That burning desire of “I MUST WRITE NOW” woke up and I wanted to write but I had other things to do.

This is not the first time this story wanted to be born as I am writing this story I remember that I dreamed about this story before. I am about 2000 words into the story and who knows how many more to go. I am lucky I get off of work at 4 pm so somewhere in there I should be able to squeeze in some writing time.

I am writing, I am writing a story and I am happier than a pig in shit.
So keep your eyes peeled for a new story in the next couple of days or sooner.

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Save the Cord Blood Save Money

Posted on | June 27, 2009 | No Comments

If you know someone who is having a baby soon or know someone who knows someone who is having a baby then you might want to keep on reading. Cryo-Cell is having a huge money saving sale! From now until June 28, 2009 you can save $725 on the U-cord service but you have to use the code HOT. Hey babies are born everyday so there is a chance there is someone you know having a baby. And perhaps the expectant parents can’t afford blood banking but you can, then why not purchase them the gift of life.

Here are some tid bits that I learned about umbilical cord banking: over 12,000 transplants occurred worldwide treating 75 diseases, the umbilical cord is a perfect match for the baby it came from and it a one in four chance that it help a sibling. I think those are better odds then what is available to you. With more and more research being done every day on stem cells there could be many more possibilities and many more diseases that can be cured using the umbilical cord blood. So why not bank on the future and check out Cyro-Cell and learn more about the company and the service they offer.

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My Life 6/27/09

Posted on | June 27, 2009 | 2 Comments

Can you believe it is already the end of  June? Where does time go? Of course it does seem like I am always lamenting where does the time go? I think the older I get the more aware of time I become. I don’t know if that is true or not or maybe I am just realizing my life is wandering on by.

Damn my birthday is three weeks away and maybe that is why I am so melodramatic. It just occured to me that I haven’t written a post about my life in a month or more. What is up with that? Too many blogs perhaps and I just run out of things to say. Did I mention that I have three different works out to publishers. I sent a story the New Yorker but it wasn’t rejected. I think I am becoming immune to rejection because it didn’t phase or depress me.  Of course, I was already in the dumps but I am pulling out of it slowly.

I want to write a story but now I am lacking discpline. I think I need to clean my house and get rid of junk. I know this sounds retarded but the other day I listened to the radio on the way to work and the guy TLC’s show about getting rid of the junk was one. And he said that getting rid of the clutter will make all facets of your life better. Hell it’s worth a try and there wouldn’t be a downside even if I can’t write a story I will have a squeaky clean house and who doesn’t love that? I have a lot of time off of work this week because they cut hours at work so maybe I will commit to thourough cleaning for a couple hours each day I am off. I really need to get rid of toys that Sunshine doesn’t play with.

I need to go to Goodwill because the boyfriend has a ton of stuff he wants to donate there as well.

Enough rambling for one night, until next time…

Category: meaningful meanderings

WOOF Winners for 6/19/09

Posted on | June 27, 2009 | No Comments

I am just struggling anymore with writing but somehow I crapped out two pieces and I sent them to the WOOF contest. I very surprised one of them one. It was my memoir about the first tornado I saw. To this day, I am still terrified of tornadoes. I really go into panic mode when I hear the touchdown sirens. Anyway enjoy the woof winners for the past week and keep your eyes peeled for the new winners every week.

About Writing
Izzy Daniels – “Improving Your Writing Through Article Elements: How to Make a Good Title” - This is the 1st entry in my series about improving more of the elements in your post.  In this post I cover the impotance of a title and you can change it to get more readers.

Poetry
Dragon Blogger – “Death of Beauty” – A dark poem artistically rendering a woman’s murder.
Zorlone – “Creature of the Night” – “…this has excitement, darkness and a touch of sensual longing…” – jodapoet

Fiction
Webbielady – “A Poor Boy’s Memoir” – He was born poor but he had fun. See how this young son worked his way to childhood enjoyment despite his situation….

Memoir
Jennifer M Scott – “Twister” – A short remembrance of a tornado I saw when I was a kid.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay “Intervention”

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Check Out Cyro-Cell on Facebook and Twitter

Posted on | June 25, 2009 | 1 Comment

I talked about Cryo-Cell before. Just in case you forget who they are they are an umbilical cord banking service and they also own C’elle, an innovative company that preserves menstrual blood to harvest stem cells. I like learning about stem cells because these little cells can answer so many questions on how we are made and how to repair ourselves if needed and what I like about this company is their forethought on how to gather stem cells that, in my opinion, is not controversial. How can it be anything but a winning situation for all involved.

If you are like me and like learning about medical break troughs then you might want to check out Cryo-Cell on Twitter and on Cyro-Cell on Facebook. Friend them or follow them and keep up with the latest developments in stem cell research or cell therapies plus other related news. And don’t forget you would know about the money saving deals as well.

I am following them on Twitter just to learn more about the benefits and therapies using stem cells. I believe ethically collection of stem cells will benefit all of us in the near future and I think we have to look at it more positively.

Category: meaningful meanderings

Wicked Victory

Posted on | June 24, 2009 | 3 Comments

morning star,
saffron seeps,
fire ants consume,
waiting for prey
to stroll by.
Wicked’s victory.

balls of wax drip,
smiles fade,
quick sand envelopes
loneliness rears on it’s hind legs,
foaming at the mouth,
Victory’s deceit.

yellowed maps fold into flames,
desperation takes a turn
off the pier into the
churning ocean,
Happiness’ catatonic state.

silver moon, teeth baring
forever black,
chasing, laughing, teasing,
to hide only to be found with a sneer.
Truth’s nightmare.

flags snap, stand then fall
the spiraling beacon dies
and the world is
nothing but
Wicked victory.

Category: poetry corner

Don’t Be Blu- Win Prizes

Posted on | June 24, 2009 | No Comments

Who likes contests? Who likes contests where you can win cool stuff or trips and not cost you a dime? I don’t know about you but I am over awesome prizes and it costs nothing to enter. What I am rambling on about it is the outrageous contest BluFrog is having where you can win one of five amazing prizes. The prizes are an Xbox 360 with the Rock Band bundle, a trip to NYC for New Year’s eve, a trip to Lollapallooza in Chicago, a Richard Petty racing experience and a trip to the Winter X Games in Aspen.

Even though I love New York and I have never been there for New Years, I think I would have to choose the Lollapallooza concert. I never been to Lollapallooza or Chicago and maybe I could make a Jerry Springer show while I am there. It has been years since I went to a concert and I think it is about time I go to one.

You can enter three times using one each of these ways leave a comment on their blog post announcing the contest, twitter and writing a blog post of your own. For extended and rules and other legal stuff click here. This is a contest no one should pass up!

Good luck to those who enter…

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