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Grump II stories/7180/images/Grump.Sally.one1.jpg Chapter One: Prologue Grump was a man. He was sad below the surface in a private place, but a man. He walked toward the main entrance of Evermore High. He wasn’t strutting his stuff. Yet he could feel the differences. His bearing was proud, but this was the big difference, it was open and approachable. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were. Grump thought this was a good day. He sighed and took a deep breath. Yes this was a
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Grump Chapter Fourteen: Epilogue “I am very proud of you. That was excellent work. The Circle is safe again. The All of All will hold for another thousand years.” “Thank you, honored one.” “You acted at the exact moment needed. That part always worried me. It was a brilliant trap. And the power you generated with your circle was simply amazing. They were so convinced their plan was working. Using the five of you as bait was the perfect distraction. I don’t believe t
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Grump Chapter Thirteen: Mind over Matter Sam opened his skittles and poured them in the center of the table. “Help yourselves, believe me you are going to need all the comfort you can find.” “Alright, yes, you all heard me right. It seems that now, I am gay and a dragon and a hermaphrodite. A real triple threat. Millicent and the others agreed that it would be best for me to discuss this new development with you all." Sam stopped because of the questions. "No. Wait, I wa
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Grump Chapter Twelve: Don't Tell me That School was routine today. Not much different from yesterday. But lunch was different; from the moment Peter pulled Sam into the lunch line. “Sam, I’m going to buy you lunch today. The sky’s the limit order any thing you want, I want the best for my best friend. Don’t forget dessert, get two. Come on let’s eat, I’m starving.” And Peter fussed over Sam all thru lunch. Sam thought it was funny and sweet and it gladdened his heart. Af
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Grump Chapter Eleven: One and One Equal Dragon With regular school done for the day. The five have met at Peter’s to call the circle of astral projection. Time to spend three minutes holding hands here and three hours with their mentors in Between. *************************************************************** “Sam, you and I are going to spend our time together working in my garden. We will work together and talk together; get to know one another. A dragon needs s
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Grump Chapter Ten: Thru New Eyes Happy. Sam was happy. He shouldn’t be. He wasn’t sure what ‘happy’ was really. He was tempted to hoard it. Take it out now and then and… roll in it. Something horrible had happened to him. The last week had been intense. He had seen things: new things, unbelievable, incredible things. A new world just opened up and swallowed him. And like the old joke, Sam was frighten that maybe the new world would shit him out. But Sam was… smiling. Terror, th
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Grump Chapter Nine: Things Just get Stranger and Harder "Sam, I need help weeding this flower bed; when we are done we will have just enough time for a cup of tea before you need to join the others." Well what the heck, Sam thought, and got on his knees and starting pulling what he hoped were the weeds. Millicent was being civil. He could pretend civil. "What do you see when you look at me, Sam?" The dragon asked with trowel in claw. What did she need a trowel for anyway
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Grump Chapter Eight: Introductions "Impressive? That was the most blatent, crass and vulgar, common and clamorous display I have ever witnessed. It was brazen grandstanding, an absolute and utter waste of spiritual strength. A wave of the hand is all it takes to banish demons back to the Neverless. Young man you are in sore need of instruction." "Grace, the children have only just arrived, and to a shock I might add, we need to take this calmly and slowly. And when in th
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Grump Chapter Seven: Circle of Defense "So, we are all agreed. We will try the circle again. We have talked and Sally has explained what she knows of the proper procedure to follow. We will hold hands as before and travel to the 'Library'. Once there if we are still holding hands, it is okay to let go of each other. The 'Librarian' will assist each of us to locate our own special areas of interest. I don't think we should stay more than an hour this visit. Sally's has told us t
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Grump Chapter Six: Ding Dong the School Bell Nothing but grass. Tall grass in every direction. Rolling hills of uncut grass. What the heck is this? I woke up outside in a field somewhere. Now I'm just standing and staring with my mouth opened. "Peter?" I turn to find Sam standing behind me. "What kind of fucked up shit is this?" I just shake my head at him. "Peter, Sam, I'm over here." Sally called and started to walk toward us." "Hey, guys over here." Tom and Jeff we
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Grump Chapter Five: Hand in Hand "Sam, would you care to explain what happened today at the Mall?" Peter asked. They were all seated at the kitchen table. Sally to the left of Peter, Sam on his right and Tom and Jeff across the table. "Why should I explain? I don't hear you explaining. I don't hear you explaining fucking nothing." "Alright. I guess for me this all started about four years ago." "Wait a minute. Am I going to have to listen to your whole life story?
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Grump stories/7180/images/Peter.Grump.4.jpg Chapter Four: Joining After arguments about Sam's car, who was driving, who went with whom, where they were going and how long Sam's arm was going to remain in Peter's grip, the group of five made their way out of the Mall. The four rescuers were so frustrated with Sam that they all turned away from him at the same time and Sam disappeared. "What? Where did he go? How?" The four were left scanning the Mall and no Grump in sight. Peter
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Grump Chapter Three: A Visit To The Mall It was a nice room, in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood; Evermore. The residents all said it was a charmed place. It was very stable, people spent their entire lives there. If a house did go up for sale, it sold in a couple of days and at top dollar, very top dollar. Economy be damned. Sally lay stretched crossways on Peter's bed. His bed, his room, his house, even Evermore; it all belonged to her too. Peter belonged to her. And all she ha
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Grump stories/7180/images/Grump.four.jpg Chapter Two: Gauntlet Sam made his way toward the school building. His walk took him pass different groups of students in a well planned and practiced strategem. Thru trial and error, and pushed by a compulsion not to noticed, Sam had found a way to cross the front lawn each day without drawing conspicuous attention to himself. But, if anyone had the eyes to see or cared to notice or if an Icon or an assassin were present to throw a revel,
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Grump Chapter One: Prologue "Peter, I still don't understand why you talk to him. No one talks to him willingly. I don't want to call him names, but still he is so... unpleasant. I...." Sally had noticed the attention Peter was giving to Sam. She was wondering why? "Sally, I just like him. I don't know why. He can be so funny and sometimes when he smiles ...." Sam had something Peter wanted, but what? "What? That grump can smile, I don't believe it and where does funny
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Peter has always liked people who were "different."
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Buzzard's Chapter Three: Kicked in the Libido Arrow watched Jett turn and leave. Don’t even think it. So what if it is glorious. So what if your eyes were glued to it as you climbed the stairs. So what if you where following the kid earlier because of it. That butt saved the kid’s life, but you are not going to tell him that. This is a great deck. It must be twelve feet wide. He quickly measured it using his footsteps. More like fourteen feet. And it had to be twenty, no
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Buzzard's Chapter Two: The Preliminary Round Am I alright? This close to him. With those big hands on my shoulders. His face inches from mine. His breathe on my ear. Was I alright? He was smiling at me now. He was rubbing my shoulders. “Give it a second, it was a shock I’m sure, but you will be fine.” Oh god, did he just sing to me? Then he seemed to catch on and our eyes locked. His eyes were wide set and deep under a sculpted brow. This close in was like staring into a mirr
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Buzzard's Chapter One: Mister Wonderful Dear J. I saw MW today. I would like to say it was accidental. But you know the truth, don’t you. I have spent the last month telling you everything I could find out about him. And it has been three days since I saw him last. I walk down the street and hope to see him. I drive down the road and hope to pass him. I sit in Dave’s Café and watch for him with each bite I take. Last night I actually drank a second beer at Tunnel hoping
