The following was posted on the Overview Page, and I am going to continue it on here. Please note that this is not a dead blog, but the Overview Page is.
First of all there was a typo in chapter 7. Where is says- Mother’s day was on the 13th; it was now the 10th.- it should say- Mother's Day was on the 13th, it was now the 13th.Also, here is the site map:Post one; this postPost two; ch 7-8Post three; some notes...Post four; ch 1-6I know in "Some Notes..." it says this, but I am going to say it again. If you would like to complete the book you must buy a copy. If you want to buy a copy, please comment either here, or on the homepage, leaving your email. The copies will probably not be completed for about a month, but I will email you when they are ready. I repeat, the rest of the book will not be available online.
Also, this blog is now a dead blog, or at least for now. I may post some publishing info on it, but ALMOST ALL OF IT, will be on the DREAMING REALITY HOMEPAGE, which is included in the Me Links. Please check the HOMEPAGE; I REPEAT, HOMEPAGE, weekly. Even though this blog is a dead blog, you are still free to come and visit any time you would like, to read info, or to reread the chapters posted already.On the HOMEPAGE; I REPEAT, HOMEPAGE, I will be posting most of the publishing info. I will also just post other info concerning the book. I will continue to update the EXCERPTS, NOT CHAPTERS, of all of the chapters, even the last chapter. To find these either go to the HOMEPAGE; I REPEAT, HOMEPAGE, and scroll to the bottom part of the side bar, or look for the post that talks about them. I will make sure I add something about finding excerpts on the side bar. at the top. Eventually I may make the excerpts posts.
Soon I will begin making a blog for my new piece, A Step Into My Life. I have just began writing it, but I will start writing more vigorously once Dreaming Reality is out of the way. The link for this site will also be added to this site, along with the homepage. When the A Step Into My Life blog is created it will have both an overview site, and a homepage, just like Dreaming Reality.
I will also probably try and get all of my poems and short stories collected together to make a book of those. This information will be put on both the Dreaming Reality homepage, along with the A Step Into My Life homepage. For the continuation of this post, please look to the homepage. Please continue to check out this page for publishing info, and A Step Into My Life info, along with the Poetry book.
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A Mark Left By Me
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Chapter Eight- Yes, I know its evil
I want to let you know that Chapter Eight is going to be the last full chapter to be posted on this website. I will continue to post information and excerpts of future chapters, but to find out the rest you must buy the book. I will put more info about that later on.
Chapter Eight
*I*
He gathered his items and laid them in his bed. Feeling satisfied he went to brush his teeth and say his good nights. He had everything except the damned note, and he was feeling pretty good about it. He let the cold water splash into his face before he brushed. It awakened him; it sharpened his senses, which was exactly what he needed before his final dream. Sense.
He speedily walked down the stairs and hugged Linda. It had been a week since Mothers Day, and the next day was the last day of school; a Monday. He wasn’t sure why he felt tonight was the right night for the dream, for he had slept with the items for the entire week, and his dreams were nothing but crap. It was just tonight he felt something, something supernatural.
“Peter is upstairs, I think in his room,” Linda said. Ryan just smiled and nodded, for this is where Peter was every night, regardless of the situation. Ryan was 95% sure that he was listening to his I-pod, and it was probably playing the song X Amount of Words. This song was a random list of random things, but Ryan liked it, and it supposedly helped Peter to bed.
When Ryan entered Peter’s door, which was unusually wide opened, he heard Peter singing the lyrics to a song; X Amount of Words- go figure. “Relapse, prevent, trigger, intent, now drown; High-strung, say X amount of words. Your solar bi-polar panic disorder seems harder and harder…” Peter sung.
“Ehem!” Ryan said loudly, which startled Peter. He jumped and seemed to gasp for air. Ryan chuckled and said goodnight, getting the same in return. Ryan was in a strangely good mood; in fact he was in a splendid mood.
He marched to his room, and it took him a moment to realize that he had an ear to ear smile on his face. He almost tripped over Chris, but caught himself at the last second.
He had developed a nickname for Chris; Spot. This was because right in the middle of his belly there was a black spot, the only spot on the dog. It was a very strange thing because the dog was a Golden Retriever. Even thought this was strange, it intrigued Ryan, and made him wonder if this dog was special; meant to be his.
He plopped his body into bed, and said his goodnight prayer, something that Maggie had him hooked on. Once he finished his prayer he leaned over and clicked off his bedside lamp.
Right before he did this he glanced quickly through his room. It was less bare and intimidating now. He had hung up several posters, and Chris (Spot) had really made the room a happier place. He leaned over the edge of his bed to make sure the ashes were still under it- they were.
He laid his head down and shut his eyes. He had become very used to his light hair falling over his eyes. It was hardly noticeable, but ever since the accident his senses had become very strong. He heard Linda walk up the stairs and retreat into her master bedroom.
This made him feel a sorrowful feeling. “Such a large room, a master bedroom, all for one person- Linda. Yes, of course it would be nice, but wouldn’t it get lonely from time to time?”
Finally he let his mind settle the busy thoughts floating around, and he relaxed his entire body, feeling the picture frame in his arms. It was there, solid, whole, and cold. But then and odd sensation came over Ryan. He felt lightheaded, as if he were floating. The picture frame felt as if it were slipping from his arms, pulling harder and harder until it was gone.
Ryan tried to force his eyes open, but they stayed adamant. He could feel his eyes moving frantically in his sockets. He let out a yelp, and his eyes let loose. What he saw sent shivers through his spine. He gasped for air, but his lungs seemed to collapse. There was nothing, nothing at all. It was darkness, a hellish darkness. The bloody room was gone.
He felt his body flying through who knows what. It was pure hell. He felt as if, as if he were traveling. But this traveling was different. Never had a car made him feel like he was separating.
“This is just like in the sci-fi movies, time travel, or at least how they make it look like.” Suddenly Ryan was in great pain and he shouted out, “Holy shit!” He was not sorry for his language; for the pain was so intense he would rather be dead…
*II*
Ryan opened his eyes, and all of his senses were blurred. He thought he heard his name so he turned and looked behind him. It was his mother. “Mom?’ he whispered in disbelief, “Is it really you?”
“Of course honey, now come on, we need to get your bags on the bus, you are going to be late,” she replied, sounding excited and slightly confused at the same time.
“Ok…” Ryan replied. That is when it hit him- what Chris had said. He had told him that he had witnessed his last dream- this was real. The time change, the pain, this was it. He was in the past, and it was his turn to fix things.
He said goodbye, but turned back. “Mom, can you please kiss me right on the lips right now? I have a bad feeling. Just one more hug.”
“Sure, of course,” Julie replied, now sounding completely lost.
“I love you mom,” he whispered as he turned and walked toward the bus. He had just realized that his rolling suitcase was being pulled by his left arm, and his pillow was in his right. “Shit!” he whispered. “The items didn’t come with me! Damn it1”
“What did I say about cursing young man?” Ryan instantly recognized the voice, and it almost brought tears to his eyes. He turned to see Maggie, wonderful Maggie. He touched his hand to her fragile arm, but then realized how foolish he looked, so he said sorry and continued on. Then he saw it, the hand off. He saw as Lindsey set her picture down on the suitcase, except this time he saw it in a picture frame.
The frame resembled the one he bought exactly. “How ironic,” he thought to himself. He ran over and began to speak to Lindsey.
“Hey, wow, what a wonderful picture, and not to mention a nice frame. May I suggest that you take this treasure on the bus with you; we wouldn’t want it to get broken! Oh, and by the way, that is a lovely dress you are wearing in that picture.”
Momentarily Lindsey just stared at Ryan blankly, as if what he had said was forbidden. Finally she spoke. “Why thanks, yes, thank you, I’m really glad you thought of that.” Chris and Lindsey walked off together whispering about something. Ryan assumed it was about him.
“Wow, that is an improvement for you. That was really kind of you to save such a nice picture. Who knows, if you hadn’t mentioned it you might have put your suitcase on it!” Maggie said carelessly. Ryan blanked, not believing what he had just heard. “What, what is it, is it something I said?”
“Actually, yes, it was.”
“What, what did I say?”
“I don’t know, it was just like an, I don’t know, a Déjà vu.” Ryan thought it was a pretty good cover up and decided to change the topic. “Guess what, I have been praying every night.” Ryan was telling the half truth, but at this point who really gave a crap?
“Wow, are you making better choices now?”
“Hell yes, I mean yes ma’am!”
“Much better, much better indeed.” Ryan glanced at the luggage one last time, grateful that this time there was no ruined picture. He helped Maggie get her bags onto the bus, and then he noticed Jen, walking along with Jerry.
“Hey guys,” Ryan shouted. The two looked over at him and smiled. “I don’t know why I’ve just realized this, but lately I have been a real jerk; I want to change and I apologize for any rude comments I have made to you!” The two just stared at each other, and smiled.
“Thank you Ryan, that would be greatly appreciated!” Jen said. Jerry nodded his head suggesting that he agreed. The two walked onto the bus, and Ryan followed, with Maggie right by his side. Ryan approached Ben, and he made sure he gave him a huge smile followed by;
“Why it is so great to see you today! How are you doing? I can’t wait to start the trip!”
“Umm, I’m fine! Wow, you’ve never been so polite before, is everything alright?”
“Of course, I just think God gave me a shout out, warning me of my old attitude. He and I decided there needed to be a change”
“Well that’s wonderful, take a seat on the bus!” Ryan went ahead and saw the “klutz”, but this time she was holding 5 of the folders that Ryan had picked out. Instead of tripping her, he leaned over and took a folder from her, and laid it in her bag on the ground.
“Why thank you, I’m sorry, what is your name?” the Klutz asked.
“Oh, it’s Ryan, pleased to meet chya! And what might your name be?”
“It’s Kimberley, Kimberley Scott! You can call me Kim if you’d like to.”
“Nice to meet you Kim!” Maggie said enthusiastically. They exchanged smiles and began there walk down the aisle. Maggie led Ryan directly to the seat of the “past”. Ryan was thinking about how weird this was, but then he thought that if she hadn’t picked the seat it would have made the situation all the more stranger. Then Ryan remembered the thank you note for Jerry. How was he to remember what the bloody card said? He decided he would wing it, and improvise. After all that is what he had been doing the entire time.
“Hey Jerry,” he called out. He continued, “Hey come over here, I’d like to tell you something.” Jerry walked over without a word and looked at Ryan, as if he were waiting for something.
Finally he said, “Yes, what do you want?”
“I owe you an apology, for not only the bullying, but the fact that you cared when my uncle died the other week. I had hardly known him, so to me it was no big deal. But still, for you, someone I hardly know, to apologize, that is so nice. Thank you for your care, the care that you shared. Even though I didn’t know I needed it, I was wrong. Thank you for your kindness, even through my meanness.”
“Well you’re welcome, but for God’s sake, how long did it take for you to come up with something so cheesy; it’s like it’s out of one of those cheesy cards! Ha, I’m just joking, but thank you for taking your time to thank me!” Ryan watched as Jerry walked back over to Jen.
He then just figured out that he had recited the card exactly- word for word. He realized two more things, both quite interesting. First he realized that Jerry liked Jen, and Jen like Jerry back. He knew this because the way their eyes locked, just like his and Maggie’s. “Hey Jerry, go for it, and don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about!” Ryan shouted out. He felt like an idiot, but at the same time he felt like what he said was needed. Jerry just nodded and said something to Jen. She smiled and jumped up and hugged him. Ryan felt fantastic for what he had just done.
The other thing he realized was a little more important. He was beginning to wonder if this was really time travel, or just a dream. Chris had told him that he would only witness one more dream, which made him think that this was just a dream in which he was in. But at the same time he could feel the heat of the sun, and the soft touch of Maggie’s arm. He thought this was real, in fact he knew this was real.
Ryan had just noticed that the bus had been moving for several moments, and that everyone was in the exact same seat as he remembered. He had just gone through a sort of surreal moment, or a moment that seemed unreal, almost like he was dreaming. How ironic…
Chapter Eight
*I*
He gathered his items and laid them in his bed. Feeling satisfied he went to brush his teeth and say his good nights. He had everything except the damned note, and he was feeling pretty good about it. He let the cold water splash into his face before he brushed. It awakened him; it sharpened his senses, which was exactly what he needed before his final dream. Sense.
He speedily walked down the stairs and hugged Linda. It had been a week since Mothers Day, and the next day was the last day of school; a Monday. He wasn’t sure why he felt tonight was the right night for the dream, for he had slept with the items for the entire week, and his dreams were nothing but crap. It was just tonight he felt something, something supernatural.
“Peter is upstairs, I think in his room,” Linda said. Ryan just smiled and nodded, for this is where Peter was every night, regardless of the situation. Ryan was 95% sure that he was listening to his I-pod, and it was probably playing the song X Amount of Words. This song was a random list of random things, but Ryan liked it, and it supposedly helped Peter to bed.
When Ryan entered Peter’s door, which was unusually wide opened, he heard Peter singing the lyrics to a song; X Amount of Words- go figure. “Relapse, prevent, trigger, intent, now drown; High-strung, say X amount of words. Your solar bi-polar panic disorder seems harder and harder…” Peter sung.
“Ehem!” Ryan said loudly, which startled Peter. He jumped and seemed to gasp for air. Ryan chuckled and said goodnight, getting the same in return. Ryan was in a strangely good mood; in fact he was in a splendid mood.
He marched to his room, and it took him a moment to realize that he had an ear to ear smile on his face. He almost tripped over Chris, but caught himself at the last second.
He had developed a nickname for Chris; Spot. This was because right in the middle of his belly there was a black spot, the only spot on the dog. It was a very strange thing because the dog was a Golden Retriever. Even thought this was strange, it intrigued Ryan, and made him wonder if this dog was special; meant to be his.
He plopped his body into bed, and said his goodnight prayer, something that Maggie had him hooked on. Once he finished his prayer he leaned over and clicked off his bedside lamp.
Right before he did this he glanced quickly through his room. It was less bare and intimidating now. He had hung up several posters, and Chris (Spot) had really made the room a happier place. He leaned over the edge of his bed to make sure the ashes were still under it- they were.
He laid his head down and shut his eyes. He had become very used to his light hair falling over his eyes. It was hardly noticeable, but ever since the accident his senses had become very strong. He heard Linda walk up the stairs and retreat into her master bedroom.
This made him feel a sorrowful feeling. “Such a large room, a master bedroom, all for one person- Linda. Yes, of course it would be nice, but wouldn’t it get lonely from time to time?”
Finally he let his mind settle the busy thoughts floating around, and he relaxed his entire body, feeling the picture frame in his arms. It was there, solid, whole, and cold. But then and odd sensation came over Ryan. He felt lightheaded, as if he were floating. The picture frame felt as if it were slipping from his arms, pulling harder and harder until it was gone.
Ryan tried to force his eyes open, but they stayed adamant. He could feel his eyes moving frantically in his sockets. He let out a yelp, and his eyes let loose. What he saw sent shivers through his spine. He gasped for air, but his lungs seemed to collapse. There was nothing, nothing at all. It was darkness, a hellish darkness. The bloody room was gone.
He felt his body flying through who knows what. It was pure hell. He felt as if, as if he were traveling. But this traveling was different. Never had a car made him feel like he was separating.
“This is just like in the sci-fi movies, time travel, or at least how they make it look like.” Suddenly Ryan was in great pain and he shouted out, “Holy shit!” He was not sorry for his language; for the pain was so intense he would rather be dead…
*II*
Ryan opened his eyes, and all of his senses were blurred. He thought he heard his name so he turned and looked behind him. It was his mother. “Mom?’ he whispered in disbelief, “Is it really you?”
“Of course honey, now come on, we need to get your bags on the bus, you are going to be late,” she replied, sounding excited and slightly confused at the same time.
“Ok…” Ryan replied. That is when it hit him- what Chris had said. He had told him that he had witnessed his last dream- this was real. The time change, the pain, this was it. He was in the past, and it was his turn to fix things.
He said goodbye, but turned back. “Mom, can you please kiss me right on the lips right now? I have a bad feeling. Just one more hug.”
“Sure, of course,” Julie replied, now sounding completely lost.
“I love you mom,” he whispered as he turned and walked toward the bus. He had just realized that his rolling suitcase was being pulled by his left arm, and his pillow was in his right. “Shit!” he whispered. “The items didn’t come with me! Damn it1”
“What did I say about cursing young man?” Ryan instantly recognized the voice, and it almost brought tears to his eyes. He turned to see Maggie, wonderful Maggie. He touched his hand to her fragile arm, but then realized how foolish he looked, so he said sorry and continued on. Then he saw it, the hand off. He saw as Lindsey set her picture down on the suitcase, except this time he saw it in a picture frame.
The frame resembled the one he bought exactly. “How ironic,” he thought to himself. He ran over and began to speak to Lindsey.
“Hey, wow, what a wonderful picture, and not to mention a nice frame. May I suggest that you take this treasure on the bus with you; we wouldn’t want it to get broken! Oh, and by the way, that is a lovely dress you are wearing in that picture.”
Momentarily Lindsey just stared at Ryan blankly, as if what he had said was forbidden. Finally she spoke. “Why thanks, yes, thank you, I’m really glad you thought of that.” Chris and Lindsey walked off together whispering about something. Ryan assumed it was about him.
“Wow, that is an improvement for you. That was really kind of you to save such a nice picture. Who knows, if you hadn’t mentioned it you might have put your suitcase on it!” Maggie said carelessly. Ryan blanked, not believing what he had just heard. “What, what is it, is it something I said?”
“Actually, yes, it was.”
“What, what did I say?”
“I don’t know, it was just like an, I don’t know, a Déjà vu.” Ryan thought it was a pretty good cover up and decided to change the topic. “Guess what, I have been praying every night.” Ryan was telling the half truth, but at this point who really gave a crap?
“Wow, are you making better choices now?”
“Hell yes, I mean yes ma’am!”
“Much better, much better indeed.” Ryan glanced at the luggage one last time, grateful that this time there was no ruined picture. He helped Maggie get her bags onto the bus, and then he noticed Jen, walking along with Jerry.
“Hey guys,” Ryan shouted. The two looked over at him and smiled. “I don’t know why I’ve just realized this, but lately I have been a real jerk; I want to change and I apologize for any rude comments I have made to you!” The two just stared at each other, and smiled.
“Thank you Ryan, that would be greatly appreciated!” Jen said. Jerry nodded his head suggesting that he agreed. The two walked onto the bus, and Ryan followed, with Maggie right by his side. Ryan approached Ben, and he made sure he gave him a huge smile followed by;
“Why it is so great to see you today! How are you doing? I can’t wait to start the trip!”
“Umm, I’m fine! Wow, you’ve never been so polite before, is everything alright?”
“Of course, I just think God gave me a shout out, warning me of my old attitude. He and I decided there needed to be a change”
“Well that’s wonderful, take a seat on the bus!” Ryan went ahead and saw the “klutz”, but this time she was holding 5 of the folders that Ryan had picked out. Instead of tripping her, he leaned over and took a folder from her, and laid it in her bag on the ground.
“Why thank you, I’m sorry, what is your name?” the Klutz asked.
“Oh, it’s Ryan, pleased to meet chya! And what might your name be?”
“It’s Kimberley, Kimberley Scott! You can call me Kim if you’d like to.”
“Nice to meet you Kim!” Maggie said enthusiastically. They exchanged smiles and began there walk down the aisle. Maggie led Ryan directly to the seat of the “past”. Ryan was thinking about how weird this was, but then he thought that if she hadn’t picked the seat it would have made the situation all the more stranger. Then Ryan remembered the thank you note for Jerry. How was he to remember what the bloody card said? He decided he would wing it, and improvise. After all that is what he had been doing the entire time.
“Hey Jerry,” he called out. He continued, “Hey come over here, I’d like to tell you something.” Jerry walked over without a word and looked at Ryan, as if he were waiting for something.
Finally he said, “Yes, what do you want?”
“I owe you an apology, for not only the bullying, but the fact that you cared when my uncle died the other week. I had hardly known him, so to me it was no big deal. But still, for you, someone I hardly know, to apologize, that is so nice. Thank you for your care, the care that you shared. Even though I didn’t know I needed it, I was wrong. Thank you for your kindness, even through my meanness.”
“Well you’re welcome, but for God’s sake, how long did it take for you to come up with something so cheesy; it’s like it’s out of one of those cheesy cards! Ha, I’m just joking, but thank you for taking your time to thank me!” Ryan watched as Jerry walked back over to Jen.
He then just figured out that he had recited the card exactly- word for word. He realized two more things, both quite interesting. First he realized that Jerry liked Jen, and Jen like Jerry back. He knew this because the way their eyes locked, just like his and Maggie’s. “Hey Jerry, go for it, and don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about!” Ryan shouted out. He felt like an idiot, but at the same time he felt like what he said was needed. Jerry just nodded and said something to Jen. She smiled and jumped up and hugged him. Ryan felt fantastic for what he had just done.
The other thing he realized was a little more important. He was beginning to wonder if this was really time travel, or just a dream. Chris had told him that he would only witness one more dream, which made him think that this was just a dream in which he was in. But at the same time he could feel the heat of the sun, and the soft touch of Maggie’s arm. He thought this was real, in fact he knew this was real.
Ryan had just noticed that the bus had been moving for several moments, and that everyone was in the exact same seat as he remembered. He had just gone through a sort of surreal moment, or a moment that seemed unreal, almost like he was dreaming. How ironic…
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Grey Sanders Word Logo
I have developed a logo for Grey Sanders. It is for the Lonely Shadow. The Lonely Shadow has a comment at the bottom of the blog. Don't try to understand the Lonely Shadow concept if you are already confused. The logo will be translated into 25 languages. Try to figure out what it means in English. Just give me the answer by commenting.
Finnish
Kotona ankea te jälkisäädös hankkia häijy , joko häijy lohduttaa te. Te niin muodoin haluton pukea syrjäinen varjostaa.
Filipino
di ang dilim ka nasain mapulot masama , pa ang masama aliwin ka. ka noon matamlay maging a kaisa-isa maliliman
French
Dans le noir vous vouloir trouver méchant , pourtant les méchant réconforter vous. Vous à cette époque-là à contrecoeur devenir une solitaire ombre.
Icelandic
Í the dimma þú vilja finna vondur , enn the vondur þægindi þú. Þú þá ófús verða a einmana skuggi.
German
Am dunkel Sie werden befinden arg , noch die arg Annehmlichkeiten Sie. Sie derzeitig ungern kleiden ein einsam Schatten.
Spanish
A oscuras vosotros encontraréis maldad , aún el maldad comodidades usted. Usted entonces reacio ponerse un solo sombra.
Greek
στο σκοτάδι εσύ θα βρίσκω μοχθηρός , ακόμα the μοχθηρός αναπαυτικός you. You τότε unwillingly γίνομαι έναs lonely σκιά.
Latin
In atrum vos mos reperio malum , etiamnunc malum levamentum vos. Vos tunc ingrate fio a devia umbra
Czech
V nejistotě tebe vůle nález neštěstí , dále člen určitý neštěstí komfort tebe. Tebe někdy neochotný stát se jeden jako kůl u cesty stín
Romanian
În întuneric tu vei află evil , încă art.hot. evil comforts tu. Tu apoi atunci unwillingly become un lonely a umbri
Croation
U mraku te htijenje nađi prema zlo , još zlo utješiti te. Te onda nevoljno postati osamljen sjena
Bulgarian
In определителен член тъмен ти ще намирам лош , още определителен член лош утеха ти. Ти тогава неохотно ставам a сам сянка
Danish
I den mørk jer vil hitte dårlig , endnu den dårlig bekvemmeligheder jer. Jer så er der ikke mere uvillig blive en ensom skygge
Dutch
Ter naar de somber u zal vondst slecht , toch naar de slecht troost u. U vervolgens ongaarne worden te verlaten schim
Hungarian
A sötétségben lesz talál rossz , még a rossz jólét ön. Ön akkor vonakodva válik egy egyedülálló árnyék
Italian
Al buio tu testamento trovare depravato , ancora il depravato conforto tu. Tu poi riluttante diventare un solitario indistinto
Norwegian
Inne det mørk du ville finner dårlig , ennå det dårlig bekvemmeligheter du. Du så uvillig bli en ensom skyggen
Polish
W ten mrok będziesz znaleźć zły , jeszcze ten zły dodaje otuchy ty. Ty wtedy niechętnie zostać pewien samotny cień
Swedish
Inne om mörk du vill finna onda , ändå den onda bekvämligheterna du. Du då ovillig bli en ensam skugga
Portuguese
Sem conhecimento você achará mal , ainda a maldade conforta a ti. A ti depois má vontade tornar-se um só sombra
Russian
В грамматический определенный член темный ты воля находить дурной , еще грамматический определенный член дурной комфорт ты. Ты тогда неохотно делаться высшая отметка за классную работу одинокий тень
Serbian
U mraku te volja naći urok , još određeni član urok uteha te. Te onda nevoljno postati jedan osamljen sena
Slovenian
v temoten boš našel zlo , odprtina zlo udobje vi. vi torej unwillingly postati a zapuščen varstvo
Welsh
I mewn 'r dywyllwch canfyddi adwyth , eto 'r adwyth chysuron 'ch. 'ch 'na 'n anewyllysgar d a 'n unig chysgoda
Turkish
içinde belgili tanımlık karanlık sen -ecek bulmak fena , henüz belgili tanımlık fena rahatlık sen. sen o zaman isteksiz olmak a yalnız ve mutsuz saye
Finnish
Kotona ankea te jälkisäädös hankkia häijy , joko häijy lohduttaa te. Te niin muodoin haluton pukea syrjäinen varjostaa.
Filipino
di ang dilim ka nasain mapulot masama , pa ang masama aliwin ka. ka noon matamlay maging a kaisa-isa maliliman
French
Dans le noir vous vouloir trouver méchant , pourtant les méchant réconforter vous. Vous à cette époque-là à contrecoeur devenir une solitaire ombre.
Icelandic
Í the dimma þú vilja finna vondur , enn the vondur þægindi þú. Þú þá ófús verða a einmana skuggi.
German
Am dunkel Sie werden befinden arg , noch die arg Annehmlichkeiten Sie. Sie derzeitig ungern kleiden ein einsam Schatten.
Spanish
A oscuras vosotros encontraréis maldad , aún el maldad comodidades usted. Usted entonces reacio ponerse un solo sombra.
Greek
στο σκοτάδι εσύ θα βρίσκω μοχθηρός , ακόμα the μοχθηρός αναπαυτικός you. You τότε unwillingly γίνομαι έναs lonely σκιά.
Latin
In atrum vos mos reperio malum , etiamnunc malum levamentum vos. Vos tunc ingrate fio a devia umbra
Czech
V nejistotě tebe vůle nález neštěstí , dále člen určitý neštěstí komfort tebe. Tebe někdy neochotný stát se jeden jako kůl u cesty stín
Romanian
În întuneric tu vei află evil , încă art.hot. evil comforts tu. Tu apoi atunci unwillingly become un lonely a umbri
Croation
U mraku te htijenje nađi prema zlo , još zlo utješiti te. Te onda nevoljno postati osamljen sjena
Bulgarian
In определителен член тъмен ти ще намирам лош , още определителен член лош утеха ти. Ти тогава неохотно ставам a сам сянка
Danish
I den mørk jer vil hitte dårlig , endnu den dårlig bekvemmeligheder jer. Jer så er der ikke mere uvillig blive en ensom skygge
Dutch
Ter naar de somber u zal vondst slecht , toch naar de slecht troost u. U vervolgens ongaarne worden te verlaten schim
Hungarian
A sötétségben lesz talál rossz , még a rossz jólét ön. Ön akkor vonakodva válik egy egyedülálló árnyék
Italian
Al buio tu testamento trovare depravato , ancora il depravato conforto tu. Tu poi riluttante diventare un solitario indistinto
Norwegian
Inne det mørk du ville finner dårlig , ennå det dårlig bekvemmeligheter du. Du så uvillig bli en ensom skyggen
Polish
W ten mrok będziesz znaleźć zły , jeszcze ten zły dodaje otuchy ty. Ty wtedy niechętnie zostać pewien samotny cień
Swedish
Inne om mörk du vill finna onda , ändå den onda bekvämligheterna du. Du då ovillig bli en ensam skugga
Portuguese
Sem conhecimento você achará mal , ainda a maldade conforta a ti. A ti depois má vontade tornar-se um só sombra
Russian
В грамматический определенный член темный ты воля находить дурной , еще грамматический определенный член дурной комфорт ты. Ты тогда неохотно делаться высшая отметка за классную работу одинокий тень
Serbian
U mraku te volja naći urok , još određeni član urok uteha te. Te onda nevoljno postati jedan osamljen sena
Slovenian
v temoten boš našel zlo , odprtina zlo udobje vi. vi torej unwillingly postati a zapuščen varstvo
Welsh
I mewn 'r dywyllwch canfyddi adwyth , eto 'r adwyth chysuron 'ch. 'ch 'na 'n anewyllysgar d a 'n unig chysgoda
Turkish
içinde belgili tanımlık karanlık sen -ecek bulmak fena , henüz belgili tanımlık fena rahatlık sen. sen o zaman isteksiz olmak a yalnız ve mutsuz saye
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
*I*
Ryan had just returned from the cremation. He wished he was still at the park, but as always happiness was only a quick visitor in Ryan’s life. He held the ashes in a jar in his hands. He was once again sitting on his bed, staring intently at the ashes. It was a small jar because only a portion of his mother’s body had made it. Ryan didn’t care, he just was happy to be holding his mom again.
Mother’s day was on the 13th; it was now the 10th. He was happy he had his mom to celebrate with, but he wished he could hug her. It wasn’t fair to him- why was his family dead? He already had a miserable life, but now it was filled with no family. He was choking back tears, and he succeeded. He figured that crying would only lead him to being even more upset, which is exactly what he wanted to avoid.
He glanced at his new digital clock. It was 11 am. He heard a rapping at his door. “Come in,” he said softly. The door swung open, to show Peter holding his pointer finger in front of his lips. He waved to Ryan, beckoning him out of bed. Curiously Ryan followed this odd command, and exited his room. There was a tray lying on the floor outside of his room. It had and assortment of breakfast food laid on it, which included toast, eggs, and a glass of orange juice.
“This is for ‘our’ mom; want to help me deliver it?” Peter said in a hushed voice. He was keeping quiet but the excitement in his voice could not be hidden. Ryan was surprised to hear ‘our’ mom, instead on my mom. It hit him hard, like a wooden plank smashing into his chest, knocking the air out of him. He enjoyed hearing that one word; ‘our’.
“Sure,” he responded, trying his very hardest to sound enthusiastic, even though secretly he was thrilled. They made their way down the hallway, which seemed a bit brighter to Ryan, even though the reason was unknown. How did his heart beat oh so fast, filled with pure joy. Why did this make him so giddy, he did not know, but he thoroughly enjoyed the sensation.
They tip-toed into Linda’s room, to find her sitting in her bed wide awake. There was a tear drop falling from her soft blue eyes, and it was running down her cheek, to rest bellow her lip. She sniffled and turned and seemed surprised to see the two young boys.
“What’s wrong mom, it’s your day!”
“Do you remember the year your father brought me the puppy for Mothers Day?”
“Why yes I do, God I loved that dog,” Peter replied. Ryan just stared in silence trying to piece the fragments of the conversation together to get something out of it, but he was unsuccessful, so he listened on. Peter continued, “But then that bloody idiot ran over the dog!”
“Yes, yes. I was just thinking of your father and how much we loved him,” she said, sounding as if her lips were holding back something that should be shared. Ryan’s growing curiosity caused him to yell out.
“What are you talking about?! Oh, I am so sorry, I didn’t think, God I feel awful.” There was an awkward silence that filled the room, but it was suddenly broken by Linda’s voice. It was soft and understanding.
“You know that Peter doesn’t have a dad, well of course you do. Well we aren’t really divorced. We wanted as little attention about his death as possible, so we lied and said we got divorced, and that he had moved to France. Well now that you are apart of the family you have the right to know the truth. I trust you not to tell anyone anything I am about to say.” Ryan simply nodded his head. She continued, “It was Easter Eve; we just got back from the beach and we were happy as ever. That Wednesday we were going to try to have a baby. Anyways, we were running late so Chris, my husband, dropped us off at the house and he ran out to get an Easter ham. On the way back he stopped to fill up at the gas station. Some of the gas had spilled underneath the car, and a smoker was next to him. The bloody bastard dropped his bloody cigarette into the gas. You can fill in the blanks.”
Ryan was shocked at the news. For one this is the longest time he had ever heard Ms. Stuart talk this long in one sitting. He allowed his eyes to wonder to Peter, whose eyes were holding back tears. Not knowing what to say he replied, “That was one bloody good cover up story. I thought the man who died was named John Ginsen.” He felt like a complete idiot.
“Yes, yes it was a good story,” Linda said. Ryan watched as a smile formed on her broken face, full of pain. Then the room burst into laughter. The boys cried happy Mother’s Day in unison, and the mood of the room lightened. They spent the next hour in Linda’s room, and during this time the two boys had also brought their own breakfast up. They were watching a television program called America’s Funniest Home Videos.
The program ended at 12:00, and Linda dismissed the boys from her room, so she could bathe. The boys complied with her command, and made their way to the kitchen where they cleaned the dishes. That’s when two things hit Ryan; Chris being the name of Peter’s dad was quite a coincidence, and he had completely forgotten about the items, and the final dream. He quickly finished the dishes and ran upstairs and into his room.
He reached his room and was ready to start looking for the spot he put the items, but something stopped him. It practically knocked the breath from him. It was the ashes, for they were the only thing sitting on the floor of the room. He felt a sudden sadness fall upon him, and he fell to his knees. He could hear the air move behind him, and he knew that Peter was standing there.
“Buddy, are you OK?” Peter asked sounding unsure of himself, and to be quite frank, he sounded unsure of Ryan as well. There was a brief silence, the silence that Ryan knew all too well, but it was broken by Ryan.
“Peter, I am in need of a friend who can listen to me, and not ask questions. I need to tell you something that is running my life right now, but no one will believe. I think that you can rise up, and be that hell of a friend!” Peter just nodded, letting a smile upon his face, and turned to shut the door. Then looking back he decided to lock it as well.
*II*
For the next half an hour Ryan took his time explaining every minute detail of every individual dream. He stopped and stared at Peter, half expecting him to point and laugh, but he was very wrong. Instead Peter nodded in agreement and said, “I went through the same freaking crap when my father died. I had weird dreams, and sometimes I thought I even saw him at school. It is your mind playing tricks. It wares off, and eventually you stop seeing that kind of stuff.”
“But, no! This is different, really different. These dreams match up exactly to the past; it can’t just be a coincidence.”
“I felt the same way, don’t scare yourself, everything is fine.” The way Peter said these words severely annoyed Ryan. He felt like he was being talked down on, disrespected.
“Oh, ok, I believe you. Thank you so much for the help. Not to be rude, but can you give me some time, just to you know, reflect.” Ryan was lying through his teeth, and he was beginning to wonder if Peter knew it, but this fear was abolished when Peter smiled and left the room, latching the door behind him.
Ryan held the jar of ashes in his arms, almost embracing it. He could no longer hold back the tears, and he saw them fall on the glass. He hugged the jar tighter and tighter, and then he begun to speak to it. “Mom, I know that I never told you this, but you are a great mom, and I love you. I am so happy I can finally tell you, or at least what is left. The bloody ashes; these are the only things I have left of you!”
Ryan did not know whether or not the rest of his “family” could hear him, but he did not care in the slightest. The tears were coming faster and faster, when finally he had none left. He had cried himself out, he was done. He tucked the ashes underneath his pillow, and turned to leave the room.
He sat in the den waiting for the return of Peter and Linda. They had left at 2:30, and had told him that they would be back in an hour or so. The only noise in the house was the ticking of the clock in the kitchen. The tick-tock had become catchy in Ryan’s ears, and he hummed along, not knowing what else to do. Then the garage door opened.
He leapt out of his seat and ran to greet the two. They opened the door, seeming surprised to see him standing there like that. Linda showed a big grin, ear to ear, and held out her hands, which held a puppy, not older then 8 weeks old.
“This is for you,” Peter said, also smiling. “It’s a Golden Retriever, we didn’t name him yet. We thought we would let you.”
Ryan didn’t even have to think. “Chris!” he shouted.
“What?” Linda said sounding confused.
“That’s his name, Chris, definitely.” Ryan repeated the name to himself several times before he finally fell silent.
“OK, I like that name, yes I really like that name,” Peter murmured.
“Chris it is then; Chris Stuart!” Linda shouted.
“Wait, we have to give it a middle name,” Ryan said.
“A middle name, for a dog?” Linda asked.
“Yes, yes, a middle name.”
This time it was Peter who spoke. “Mom, everything needs a middle name.”
“Well OK, I’ve just never given my dog a middle name before. So what is the middle name going to be Ryan?” Ryan stared at the ground for a moment, and then quietly spoke.
“M.L.; that is Chris’ middle name.”
“M.L., what type of name is that?” Linda asked, almost sounding scornful.
“Maggie Lucida, that is what it means mom,” Peter said, sounding uncomfortable and proud at the same time. There was an awkward silence, the one that seemed to follow Ryan around, waiting to strike at every awkward moment.
“Thank you Ms. Stuart, or ‘mom’,” Ryan said. They all dispersed to their own parts of the house, but this time Ryan had a friend, had Chris M.L. Stuart.
*I*
Ryan had just returned from the cremation. He wished he was still at the park, but as always happiness was only a quick visitor in Ryan’s life. He held the ashes in a jar in his hands. He was once again sitting on his bed, staring intently at the ashes. It was a small jar because only a portion of his mother’s body had made it. Ryan didn’t care, he just was happy to be holding his mom again.
Mother’s day was on the 13th; it was now the 10th. He was happy he had his mom to celebrate with, but he wished he could hug her. It wasn’t fair to him- why was his family dead? He already had a miserable life, but now it was filled with no family. He was choking back tears, and he succeeded. He figured that crying would only lead him to being even more upset, which is exactly what he wanted to avoid.
He glanced at his new digital clock. It was 11 am. He heard a rapping at his door. “Come in,” he said softly. The door swung open, to show Peter holding his pointer finger in front of his lips. He waved to Ryan, beckoning him out of bed. Curiously Ryan followed this odd command, and exited his room. There was a tray lying on the floor outside of his room. It had and assortment of breakfast food laid on it, which included toast, eggs, and a glass of orange juice.
“This is for ‘our’ mom; want to help me deliver it?” Peter said in a hushed voice. He was keeping quiet but the excitement in his voice could not be hidden. Ryan was surprised to hear ‘our’ mom, instead on my mom. It hit him hard, like a wooden plank smashing into his chest, knocking the air out of him. He enjoyed hearing that one word; ‘our’.
“Sure,” he responded, trying his very hardest to sound enthusiastic, even though secretly he was thrilled. They made their way down the hallway, which seemed a bit brighter to Ryan, even though the reason was unknown. How did his heart beat oh so fast, filled with pure joy. Why did this make him so giddy, he did not know, but he thoroughly enjoyed the sensation.
They tip-toed into Linda’s room, to find her sitting in her bed wide awake. There was a tear drop falling from her soft blue eyes, and it was running down her cheek, to rest bellow her lip. She sniffled and turned and seemed surprised to see the two young boys.
“What’s wrong mom, it’s your day!”
“Do you remember the year your father brought me the puppy for Mothers Day?”
“Why yes I do, God I loved that dog,” Peter replied. Ryan just stared in silence trying to piece the fragments of the conversation together to get something out of it, but he was unsuccessful, so he listened on. Peter continued, “But then that bloody idiot ran over the dog!”
“Yes, yes. I was just thinking of your father and how much we loved him,” she said, sounding as if her lips were holding back something that should be shared. Ryan’s growing curiosity caused him to yell out.
“What are you talking about?! Oh, I am so sorry, I didn’t think, God I feel awful.” There was an awkward silence that filled the room, but it was suddenly broken by Linda’s voice. It was soft and understanding.
“You know that Peter doesn’t have a dad, well of course you do. Well we aren’t really divorced. We wanted as little attention about his death as possible, so we lied and said we got divorced, and that he had moved to France. Well now that you are apart of the family you have the right to know the truth. I trust you not to tell anyone anything I am about to say.” Ryan simply nodded his head. She continued, “It was Easter Eve; we just got back from the beach and we were happy as ever. That Wednesday we were going to try to have a baby. Anyways, we were running late so Chris, my husband, dropped us off at the house and he ran out to get an Easter ham. On the way back he stopped to fill up at the gas station. Some of the gas had spilled underneath the car, and a smoker was next to him. The bloody bastard dropped his bloody cigarette into the gas. You can fill in the blanks.”
Ryan was shocked at the news. For one this is the longest time he had ever heard Ms. Stuart talk this long in one sitting. He allowed his eyes to wonder to Peter, whose eyes were holding back tears. Not knowing what to say he replied, “That was one bloody good cover up story. I thought the man who died was named John Ginsen.” He felt like a complete idiot.
“Yes, yes it was a good story,” Linda said. Ryan watched as a smile formed on her broken face, full of pain. Then the room burst into laughter. The boys cried happy Mother’s Day in unison, and the mood of the room lightened. They spent the next hour in Linda’s room, and during this time the two boys had also brought their own breakfast up. They were watching a television program called America’s Funniest Home Videos.
The program ended at 12:00, and Linda dismissed the boys from her room, so she could bathe. The boys complied with her command, and made their way to the kitchen where they cleaned the dishes. That’s when two things hit Ryan; Chris being the name of Peter’s dad was quite a coincidence, and he had completely forgotten about the items, and the final dream. He quickly finished the dishes and ran upstairs and into his room.
He reached his room and was ready to start looking for the spot he put the items, but something stopped him. It practically knocked the breath from him. It was the ashes, for they were the only thing sitting on the floor of the room. He felt a sudden sadness fall upon him, and he fell to his knees. He could hear the air move behind him, and he knew that Peter was standing there.
“Buddy, are you OK?” Peter asked sounding unsure of himself, and to be quite frank, he sounded unsure of Ryan as well. There was a brief silence, the silence that Ryan knew all too well, but it was broken by Ryan.
“Peter, I am in need of a friend who can listen to me, and not ask questions. I need to tell you something that is running my life right now, but no one will believe. I think that you can rise up, and be that hell of a friend!” Peter just nodded, letting a smile upon his face, and turned to shut the door. Then looking back he decided to lock it as well.
*II*
For the next half an hour Ryan took his time explaining every minute detail of every individual dream. He stopped and stared at Peter, half expecting him to point and laugh, but he was very wrong. Instead Peter nodded in agreement and said, “I went through the same freaking crap when my father died. I had weird dreams, and sometimes I thought I even saw him at school. It is your mind playing tricks. It wares off, and eventually you stop seeing that kind of stuff.”
“But, no! This is different, really different. These dreams match up exactly to the past; it can’t just be a coincidence.”
“I felt the same way, don’t scare yourself, everything is fine.” The way Peter said these words severely annoyed Ryan. He felt like he was being talked down on, disrespected.
“Oh, ok, I believe you. Thank you so much for the help. Not to be rude, but can you give me some time, just to you know, reflect.” Ryan was lying through his teeth, and he was beginning to wonder if Peter knew it, but this fear was abolished when Peter smiled and left the room, latching the door behind him.
Ryan held the jar of ashes in his arms, almost embracing it. He could no longer hold back the tears, and he saw them fall on the glass. He hugged the jar tighter and tighter, and then he begun to speak to it. “Mom, I know that I never told you this, but you are a great mom, and I love you. I am so happy I can finally tell you, or at least what is left. The bloody ashes; these are the only things I have left of you!”
Ryan did not know whether or not the rest of his “family” could hear him, but he did not care in the slightest. The tears were coming faster and faster, when finally he had none left. He had cried himself out, he was done. He tucked the ashes underneath his pillow, and turned to leave the room.
He sat in the den waiting for the return of Peter and Linda. They had left at 2:30, and had told him that they would be back in an hour or so. The only noise in the house was the ticking of the clock in the kitchen. The tick-tock had become catchy in Ryan’s ears, and he hummed along, not knowing what else to do. Then the garage door opened.
He leapt out of his seat and ran to greet the two. They opened the door, seeming surprised to see him standing there like that. Linda showed a big grin, ear to ear, and held out her hands, which held a puppy, not older then 8 weeks old.
“This is for you,” Peter said, also smiling. “It’s a Golden Retriever, we didn’t name him yet. We thought we would let you.”
Ryan didn’t even have to think. “Chris!” he shouted.
“What?” Linda said sounding confused.
“That’s his name, Chris, definitely.” Ryan repeated the name to himself several times before he finally fell silent.
“OK, I like that name, yes I really like that name,” Peter murmured.
“Chris it is then; Chris Stuart!” Linda shouted.
“Wait, we have to give it a middle name,” Ryan said.
“A middle name, for a dog?” Linda asked.
“Yes, yes, a middle name.”
This time it was Peter who spoke. “Mom, everything needs a middle name.”
“Well OK, I’ve just never given my dog a middle name before. So what is the middle name going to be Ryan?” Ryan stared at the ground for a moment, and then quietly spoke.
“M.L.; that is Chris’ middle name.”
“M.L., what type of name is that?” Linda asked, almost sounding scornful.
“Maggie Lucida, that is what it means mom,” Peter said, sounding uncomfortable and proud at the same time. There was an awkward silence, the one that seemed to follow Ryan around, waiting to strike at every awkward moment.
“Thank you Ms. Stuart, or ‘mom’,” Ryan said. They all dispersed to their own parts of the house, but this time Ryan had a friend, had Chris M.L. Stuart.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Exerpts
If you scroll to the bottom of the side bar there are Chapter Excerpts. These will come in handy if you need a brief chapter summary.
(I have been spelling excerpts wrong, so disregard the wrong ones.)
LuLu
Hey y'all. I've got some exciting news. If I finish my book and everything goes well I might be able to publish it online. When this happens I will let you know, and you will be able to buy them. When this happens I will make a post, and anyone who wants one will put a comment on it with their email address.
OK...OK Already
Just letting everyone know-I'm not going to stop writing, I may just not add all of the juicy details.
Yeah...Problems Galore.
Obviously I have the Writers Block disease again. It's not that I don't want to write, because I really do, it's just I cant think of anything to say. I think I'm going to go ahead and have to wrap up this bloody story, without some of the "juicey" details.
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