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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/willie.thirteen.jpg Chapter Fifteen: Rant The edge. The point. The verge. The brink. “I yelled at Dad. No, I cussed at Dad. I’ve got to pull myself together.” Blue had been driving around and around town all morning. Trying to settle down. Trying to think. No. Trying to forget. But a vital part was missing. A link broken. The key pin had been pulled and he was counting down to destruct. Three, two, one. Fuck. He had gained something and th
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A Wild Daisy Chapter Thirteen: Penitent stories/7180/images/daisy.blue.seven.jpg How to answer Ross? “Blue and I did have a disagreement.” This just keeps getting worst. How can I lie to Ross? How can I tell him the truth? How does he know about this anyway? “Blue was upset when he left yesterday, but he was in control of himself. What do you mean he is in a bad way, was their an accident? Is he hurt?” Willie ran scenarios thru his mind. “Ross tell me, please.” “I
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This is not the orginal image, sorry that was lost. But maybe this will do.
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.eighty.jpg Chapter Eleven: Daydreamer Willie sat in his studio. He hadn’t slept well. Thoughts of yesterday. He should go find Grandmother; she would need to know about all this. He hated disappointing her this way. He rubbed his hand thru his hair one more time. “Oh Blue…” The last sketch of yesterday was still up on his easel. “Gone again. This time by my own will.” This last one was more than a sketch, it was a finished draw
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.one1.jpg Chapter Ten: Dark JuJu Blue stood from his bow to find Willie glaring; at him and the kids around the quarry. Willie was livid, this was going to go very badly. How could something so wonderful turn to shit so suddenly? Rage. Willie's eyes captured Blue's and rage poured from Willie's soul into Blue's. Blue could feel chains wrapping around his will, his heart and soul. Willie was letting Blue see this, know this. Will
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.two.jpg Chapter Nine: Applause The drive to the quarry was not a long one. What was once wilderness was now suburbia and the quarry was a seventy acre wood cut off from the world by chain link fence. The property would make a great park. Blue choose to speak now while still driving. He wanted to get something said and he was going to do it now, so it would be out in the open and out of the way of having a good time with Willie,
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.three.jpg Chapter Eight: Alice, Thad, Jax "Okay, let's see if I can tell it half as well as grandmother. This is a private family story, not told to outsiders as entertainment. It is family history." Willie sat with Blue in his studio and tried to become the story. This was his grandmother's explanation for her own storytelling expertise. "Alice was very young when she got engaged to Thaddeus York: only seventeen. Thad was
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.six.jpg Chapter Seven: Quarry "Morning Willie, you still want me?" "Of course, can you be here around ten, that way I can get in a couple of hours of work before lunch. Believe me, after two hours of standing in pose, you will be ready to quit. You can stay and have lunch, cook always has something prepared or I can request something special if I give the kitchen notice." "Okay, I will be there, but I want something in
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.seven.jpg Chapter Six: Tic for Tac "What is all this Willie?" Blue was a little disappointed, there was no bed in sight. "It's my studio. It was originally built by my two times great grandmother Alice. She was a practitioner and supporter of modern dance around 1900. This was her dance studio she had built. She also designed the rose garden as a stage for 'au fresco' performances. Modern dance was one with nature. It was h
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.nine.jpg Chapter Five: Thorn Blue did call the next morning wanting to know if it was too early for him to be coming... over that is. I told him that as long as there was a lock on his jock strap and he left the key at home, he could come any time he wanted. The sooner the better. "Hi, Blue please come in." He was dressed in worn jeans, white T and a leather boat shoe. He was holding the other shoe. "I think som
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A Wild Daisy Chapter Four: Player "Blue, I heard you might be in town. But, what are you doing here at this time of night?" "Well, I got dumped. My girl and I were making out hot and heavy and I asked her to blow me, but she didn't want to; and the next thing I knew she wanted me out of her car and out of her life. I was just sitting here thinking when your car pulled in and I thought I would ask for a ride. It was a surprise to see it was someone I knew." "I'm sorr
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A Wild Daisy Chapter Three: Blue "Rose, my love, would you care for a drink before supper." Pinkie asked as she ran her hand down Ross's tie. "Pinkie, my love, please call be Ross in front of your family. And yes, please, I will have a small scotch." "Rose, my darling, you are the most beautiful man I have ever gotten my hands on and I am quite certain your mother called you her little rosebud. I heard her plainly say it more than once at supper the other night, I might
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A Wild Daisy Chapter Two: Willie Day Willie lowered his face and opened his eyes. He had been praying to an empty sky. He was standing in his favorite spot. Actually, it was his grandmother Yula's favorite first, because this was her own grandmother Alice's rose garden. The Day plantation, Daybreak, has been in their family for sightly over three hundred years. The front of the new house (the third residence built on the property, construction circa 1840) had a southeastern
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I always wanted to go to the ball, it has to beat prom night. This was my second story on GA, if I recall correctly, but it was the first story I finished. It may be the last story I finish. I would like to feel I have learned a few things in the last year. So, I may edit some as I repost it. Writing has changed me or I have changed my writing.
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.one1.jpg Chapter One: Prologue a wild daisy in a rose garden i feel that way today a white face in a crowd of red just a weed most would say plain and simple set against beauty pull me up throw me away a kind of war under the sun silly the game nature has us play a wild daisy in a rose garden Willie Day
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Happy Birthday! Johnathan!
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Happy Birthday! TalonRider!
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Strange it left me confused. I didn't laugh or smile. But anyway.
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Happy Birthday! Nikolai! Miss Seeing You In Chat!
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Emotion blows thru the mind like the winds of our soul. Sometimes warm and welcoming. But at times gushing in strange currents, picking up thoughts and tossing them like leaves in a whirlwind. Nominated for Best Poem Gay Authors Readers' Choice Awards 2010
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FALLING LEAVES By Bugeye Did you do what I asked you to do A rainy day I love denial Well it is dead now You scared me... Never do that, sneak up on me Gone to ground I would never do that Look to the sky Watch out One last time I don't love you, much Peaceful dreamer I am mad... Never do that when I am mad I will hear for you
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Happy Birthday! Benji! ♥LOVE♥
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Happy Birthday! Anya!
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Happy Birthday! ♥42!♥
