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Did hospitals all smell the same? The astringent odor of antiseptics and disinfectants overlaying the odor of sickness, death and decay? I hate this smell. As I looked down at the woman surrounded by her weeping children, I knew that I would not be coming back here again. Death would come soon and with it, the wailing grief. It was time for me to leave this room and go to find another. I walked the halls of the intensive care ward, passing room after room, not bothering to look into them.
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Good chapter, Cia, but wrong series.
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Okay, part of me is going huh? Another part is going, Oh, I get it. But the biggest part of my brain is laughing hysterically. Maybe I should find those pills.
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When they pulled up to the house, Hugh saw that Gary’s truck was still in the driveway. He’d been thinking on the way over about what Rick had said. And, while he was still reticent about sharing the night of his nightmares with Gary, he was pretty sure he could use Gary’s help with finding out about the man he’d seen when he was a kid. He’d originally thought that maybe he could go to the library and look through some old newspaper editions, but on the way to Gary’s he began to realize that
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It was dark by the time Hugh arrived at the house. He sat in the truck with the headlights shining over the front porch for minutes before turning the key to shut off the motor. The tick of the cooling engine was the only sound as Hugh sat in darkness. He questioned his lack of emotion as his eyes adjusted to the night. He’d expected terror at being so close to hell… at least a modicum of fear… but there was nothing. Hugh remembered times from his past were he’d felt such an emptiness. The
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Thank you. I am in the process of my second rewrite for Twin Flames (second of the trilogy). Hopefully, I'll be able to get it done soon.
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Hugh didn’t let it be known that he knew anything. He still didn’t know what had happened to Jonathan or who was responsible for his injuries. Deep inside, Hugh felt that Gary could be trusted… but there was still that little doubt. He kept his expression neutral as Gary continued. “Jon and Jason were twins. They weren’t identical but I know they looked close enough that people used to joke about it when Jason came to visit. The boys would act it up too. I think they wanted to be brothers
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The rich blackness of Hugh’s coffee pulled on him as he waited for Gary to share what he knew of Jason. He found his gaze trapped on the dark liquid, sinking into its cold heat. When he realized that he was not really looking at his coffee, but was drifting to a different dark place, Hugh forced his head up and considered the look of compassion his host had given him―both at the cemetery and again as Hugh had run his fingers along the table top. Four years prior, Hugh had held his dying frien
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I have no doubt that Tony will eventually "see the light". Unfortunately, as it all too often happens, she'll probably be pregnant by the time he does.
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Hugh shook his head, forcing himself back to the present as he heard movement surround him. The game had ended and the boys were dispersing from the park. It was time for him to leave also, and make his way to the diner. Two of the teenagers he’d seen playing went into the café ahead of him and he watched them sit at a table near the kitchen. One of them must have been related to the waitress, probably her son, because she greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek while just ruffling th
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Hugh took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. Where to begin?” A hoarse, raspy voice answered the question. “Beginning.” Hugh got up and went to the cooler after hearing the dry, crackle of Jonathan’s answer. He knew that after all the boy had been through―between the surgery and the probability of screaming during the beating―that his throat was more than likely very raw. The cooler contained bottles of water and apple juice, along with an automatic ice maker with a crushed ice o
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Hmmm. I'll have to think on that one.
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Part 29 - Anthony I live in a house real close to the beach. Uncle Brian and Uncle Josen live across the street. My mommy doesn't live with me, but she visits a lot. She's happy now with Uncle Adrian and that makes me glad. She was soooo sad before. It made her sick in her heart and that made me sad, too. She was real happy when my daddies came but even more happy when Adrian picked her up. Daddy J built a little house in the back yard for them to sleep in when they visit. I like bei
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Part 28 - Josen I hadn't seen the ones that had caused the devastation in the diner. I didn't know how many had caused it, nor did I know what the witch that had attacked and almost killed my lover looked like. But none of that stopped me from recognizing him when Brian stopped moving. I thought it was odd that the man didn't look different from any other that you might pass on the street. He was a big man, I'd give him that, but what made him so special? What was it that gave him the p
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Thank you. Hopefully I'll answer any loose ends. If not, then maybe you guys will ask the questions so I can.
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Part 27 - Brian Burning fire and burning ice. The thought of feeling both at the same time would have caused my imagination to stretch overtime—had it not been for the fact that here I was feeling it personally. "I'm sorry, Brian. I can make you sleep through this, but it will go much faster if you are aware enough to speak. Can you try for me?" I didn't know the person behind the voice, but something in her tone caused me to believe her words. I nodded, though I wasn't sure I would be
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Just looking down at Jonathan, Hugh didn’t see much change. It wasn’t until he took his place on the chair next to the bed and slipped his hand under Jonathan’s that he could tell Jonathon was no longer comatose. He felt a small flinch in the hand he gently held and the beeps coming from the monitor sped as Jonathan’s heart rate grew faster. “It’s okay,” Hugh whispered. You’re safe here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Hugh caressed the skin of Jonathan’s arm and rubbed slow circles on the b
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Thank you. Striking cords is not always a bad thing. I look back on the things and decisions I made in my life often. Sometimes with regret and sometimes with pride. But the thing you always have to remember is that you are the person you are because of the things (good and bad) that have gone on in your past. The thing I always tell others is to remember and learn from the past, live in the present always preparing for the future.
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Oops. I caught myself putting in me and I but thought I caught them all. I'll have to go through it again and fix that. Darn drugs. Most of the questions should be answered in the next couple chapters. Can't answer them right away though, got to keep y'all interested.
