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Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you! -Dr. Seuss Happy Birthday
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A few others to check out if you like "men of a certain age." Burying the Past by Dan Umbero, A middle aged man returns to his childhood home to bury his father and confront the man from his past. Jim and Chad, Part 1 by GWood, Every so often, you meet someone who turns your world upside down... That's what has happened to me... Cody in Wyoming by gardentuber, Karl has something new to think about after a chance encounter while driving across southern Wyoming And yes, thank you for starting this thread!!!!
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“Stay with me.” Her eyes were soft and crinkled. “Stay with me.” The bench she patted looked hard. I wanted run and follow my brothers and my cousin. He had gotten his first sword. It was supposed to have been mine. “Talon…” Her voice had lowered slightly. I dragged myself back and plopped down on the ground, not on the wood. They still hadn’t given me my first weapon yet and I was a year older than him. He had made fun of me and called my family poor.
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Your Scariest Word: Taken To The Next Level ?
Randomness replied to Riley Jericho's topic in The Lounge
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I did not want to get up. It had been a while since I had felt that way. The sun beams showed dull but they still lit up every crack and crevasse in the room. I had slept longer than I had intended. I roused myself and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Leaf was gone and so were the skins of alcohol we purchased last night, or more properly earlier today. There was only one man left sleeping in the room. I found my way out and into the city. The sky was overcast an
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After our break, we were up and taking a fast march into the ravines. The crevasses had space to pass easily. Years of caravans had worn down the path. Some places had even been chipped or shoveled down to make the way manageable. The sides were wide enough to allow maybe four or more wagons abreast between the steep walls. Even with the twists and turns, we managed without having to shift out the carts. We were led past the side chasms by the guides at the head of the column.
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The young man’s name was Thorn. There was only one, there would only ever be one, and yet here sat another. “I saw you leave Wild Crossing with Wheat. I couldn’t get a horse until after you’d gone. I got here in the middle of the night.” He gulped from the tankard. “Pretty dangerous. Alone at night.” There was admiration in Foal’s voice. Youth impressed by impetuous youth. “I love her.” Thorn shrugged. The motive was the same as with Fo
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I feel very alone in this, but regarding that TV move, it was the first and only time that I had "had it" with a villain. I do like Tim Curry, but I just wanted to punch Pennywise in the face. I also remember thinking at the time, that that was not the reaction the director/actor were looking for. Granted I never read the book. :-( Hopefully the new one will be better or at least scare me a little. Sorry. *Shrugs* PS - Great... now the Husbear wants to watch IT tonight. Time to do laundry or something. lol
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Glad to hear you are up to date... problem is... so am I! I have a lot swirling around just not on paper as yet. Question for You Foster (and any other followers) : Are the lengths of the chapters working? Long, short, about right per chapter? Curious is all. Feel free to PM if you like. I would love to read anything you might have to say. Thanks for reading and writing! GW Randomness
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Another Thank You! ;-p
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Treasure Trails and Trials
Randomness commented on Randomness's story chapter in Treasure Trails and Trials
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I hoped to make it interesting. Looking ahead at your replies, I might have succeeded. Thanks!
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I had to wait a good while for her to compose herself. By the time she calmed down, I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway. “Sickle? You all right?” I thought it was the woman from the front door, but I could not be sure. The doorway leathers rippled but did not part. “Sickle?” “Yes…” Wheat looked at me. “A little longer…” “That’s fine dear. Hey you… YOU! If you can’t finish soon you will have to pay extra!” I heard the footsteps
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At first light, on the second morning after the camp rebellion we were on the way. The wounded rode so some pulled wagons. The able bodied wore weapons and every scrap of armor available. "What do we do with him?" Foal asked me. "Who?" I continued to walk setting an even pace. "Hay." Hoof thumbed over his shoulder at our prisoner walking with his hands tied once again. "We can’t pronounce his real name properly, so that is what we have been calling him." I shrugged. "He can’t go back to the
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The sun was high when we came to the outer edge of the ruins of the village. We walked in further. Not one structure was intact. No homes and no people. None, alive or dead. We made our way out again and to what was left of a house, burned, like the rest. We stopped and I looked into the shell. Nothing. Anything that could burn, had. Anything of value, taken. I could not even find a memory anymore. "Where is it?" Foal whispered. "Around behind." "You buried it with a friend of yours?" I nodd
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I purchased a trinket for my visit. A small totem of remembrance in the market. It was a ridiculous object, new, no tradition, and absolutely no style. It would have to do. I found my way through the city to the old temple. The real temple. I wasn’t surprised that so few people wandered its courtyards now, I had passed the great new one dedicated to the Earth Father. It was grander and held more people, a wondrous, monstrous, modern spectacle. It has been a necessity, the Father had gained so m
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Slipping away had been simple. Finding the road to Greenwater, just as easy. I rode at a steady, quick gait in case they might follow. I knew I was being stupid, but all the same, I kept up the pace. When the lonely, abandoned campsite came into view, I realized how fast and far I had come. They would not catch up now. Not with the slow walk they would set or the delay of actually having to meet with the elders in the pass. They would not rush that, it would be disrespectful if they did. They w
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Thank you.I think this is about as close to a vacation as he would ever see. I hope you were happy the he had someone to share it with. Thank you for keeping up with Talon. GW Randomness
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Yes, he will be going on without him. I still, to this day, do not know why this happened. My only defense is the 'life is not perfect' one and I want Talon to feel alive. Terrible things would be all around him (probably even more than I would subject him to). Thank you for reading, GW Randomness
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Riding toward the Duke’s city was quiet different than that of riding away. One difference was that a larger army rode with us. Phaetheon, along with Ismenios representing Justinian, rode farther ahead, near the front. Marius and I rode near the rear, ahead of the support caravan. Artor’s son Galehault, who had received permission to go to observe, talked with Trajan. He had joined us on the trail accompanied by Apolaustus who rode behind them. The small group of us kept close. This trek was co
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Is there a film that brings tears to your eyes?
Randomness replied to JamesSavik's topic in The Lounge
Usually when there is the swell of music and deep undercurrent of meaning. The first one I can remember was the end of Jesus Christ Superstar. The lyric free packing up and going home hit real hard when I was a kid. A huge one for me is Amadeus. I cry repeatedly through it, but the end always pushes me over the edge: the death, the burial... and then the cut to the priest with his head hung in tears and Salieri laughing: "Your... merciful god..." I could start blubbering now. -
A Meditation in Compassion
Randomness commented on Randomness's story chapter in A Meditation in Compassion
Thank you so very much for your kind words. I have always liked this story, but viewed it as kind of an odd one, even to write. It was supposed to be the gentle exploration of a bonding experience and what it could mean for each of the people involved. I am pleased you felt and understood the emotions. Your review was a wonderful surprise. Hearing from you, truly touches me. Thank you... GWRandomness -
It was well after dark by the time I had dragged and dropped down the deer in front of the goat pen. I had no idea how truly late it was until I poked my head in the door and saw Maritimus curled up in his netting. I felt a little put off that he had not waited up. I leaned in and quietly lit a small torch for light then went back outside. It did not take all that long to drag the animal to the trees and dress it out. I did not feel all that dirty so I did not bother with washing other than to
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The meeting with the Ambrosius and Phaetheon had went as well as could have been expected. Despite the lack of warning about the similarities, we had managed. I felt something like a combination of relief and skepticism. When I came out, Marius was waiting. “How’d it go?” He smiled and fell in step with me. I looked at him sideways. “Brothers?” He thought for a moment and then chuckled. “Oh, shit! Nobody told you?” I shook my head. “Sorry man.” He looked down. Maybe he had not truly though
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“Caught assassin,” Ismenios said between mouthfuls. “Two killed. Three sent. Captain on trail.” “Coward stayed out of the city. Let others do his work.” Artor spat on the floor. “What happened to the other man then? The third assassin?” Trajan asked over his tankard. Ismenios reddened. “Followed to captain. Killed in fight. Stabbed two of mine.” Indeed it seemed a lot happened since the time we had left. Justinian sent out his men out to scout and watch the roads. Ismenios and his men ambush
