R. Eric

It's what I wrote. I do NOT apologize for any of it. Nor will I delete it. I wanted to show a foundation for who they are. If a chapter or two causes loss of interest, so be it. I will NOT be censored! I gain and lose readers all the time. If you don't like my direction I'm going, get off. I'll miss you. No one tells me what or how to write MY story. You thought it perfect alright to let me know where everyone can see it. You could have sent me a note privately. I'm letting you know just as you did so everyone can see. Like it? Fine. Enjoy it. There will be more. Don't like it, don't worry. Find something else to read. By the way, there was a real Grandma Sams, only her name was Margret. I have a lot from her and Grandpa Theodore.

Why is it odd? King Olek is dealing with a bully. I've mentioned some people and events that shaped how I'd react. I mentioned Daniel before, Grandpa, my mother and their deaths. These events made Eric what he is. Chuck became bigger than I meant, but no anger about that. If it hadn't happened, the story wouldn't exist. I took you back before the mother's death and just before Northeastern. It does follow. I promise. We are because what was in the past. I'm toying with more from Jackie. Also with Chuck. He's real, or didn't you know? My Chuck made similar decisions. If he hadn't, I never would have met Daniel and married him. That, and my mood effects my writing. If a Psychologist or Psychiatrist reads my stuff in chronological order, I'd be interest in their findings. Married, then Widowed, losing everything including my mind, the depression, a lot of drinking and death defying behavior. Not suicidal, but not afraid of dying. Am I belaboring any point? Maybe. I want the reader to know. Eric and Peter need to confront Klaus. The next book begins. "Makarovia! Who Doesn't Know? Where Have You Been?"

Past Shapes The Future Pt 2 We left Olek’s office where Peter told me again who I was, listened to Klaus Ordan’s words, bullies came up to bully and I refused. Okay, I follow that. Chuck, a junior, was...a first...many things for me. I'm also confident in saying I was his first anything man to man. I knew he'd been with Jackie and he'd kissed her a lot. Bitch. He was supposed to. Damn it. I doubt he ever kissed another guy other than me and he never kissed me as he did her. He had feel

Finished!? No chance. Elsewhere? I'd be cheating on everyone! The sophomore year will end and the junior year starts. I never want anyone to close a book and ask, "Then what happen?" I've had some delays health wise. My Muse didn't take a hiatus. No, he didn't. I breathe and I create. There were times I struggled with him, but most times now he won't shut up! There are a few things I need...no, I won't tell you what those things are. Once done, the junior year begins.

The Past Shapes The Future Pt 1 On our way back to our room, I slowed down a moment. That near stop caused Peter to look at me quizzically. “What’s wrong?” Peter asked me. “I didn’t take over,” I said as I pondered a moment. I looked into Peter’s eyes, “Did I?” “Take over!?” Peter repeated questioning, “Why are you asking that?” “Because it seems like I did,” I said. I waved back in the direction of Olek’s office. “I got started and couldn’t stop myself.” Peter’s he

The Flat Earthers Part Two “Dr. Donkervoet again?” Peter kind of asked, “Is there something I’m missing?” “No,” I answered. “You know he was my mentor, a genius, and from the Netherlands.” I smiled. “And I was madly in love with him,” I said that so casually as a person tells you it’s raining outside. Nine eyes were looking at waiting to give a punchline. I grinned, “We had a mad passionate affair for years.” I chuckled. "In my head. He was so smart, he would miss the simple ta

The Flat Earthers Part One I nodded, “He doesn’t support having a king?” Peter nodded, “Not just that. He and his father…” he thought how to say whatever, “the entire Orban family were not happy with what was done in Makarovia. His father, grandfather, brothers, and sisters…” “That’s not a good trait to pass down in families,” I muttered. “Olek told me they have always been…” she said a word I didn’t know. I using English, Ukrainian, Makarovian, and Russian. I was even

I agree. You haven't gotten there in this story, but a German becomes very important to the Ivanovs.

BigBen! I saw the name and I swear I heard that clock chime! I hope you will enjoy the story. All of my stories are scenerios I put characters into as I tried to work it out.. Preachers' Sons was a what if, if I'd said yes to Elton. I tried so hard to fit the into Baptist lifestyle. I couldn't and almost died. Do I believe in God? Absolutely. Something's in charge, but I don't believe we have the slightest clue as what it is. There are billions of years before humans evolved. I ask questions. I don't have any answers to solve anyone's quest. I speak every day to whoever's in charge. I've cussed and blamed a lot on him. He can take it. I know where my heart is heading. We aren't evil being what we are. I miss my husband every single day since he died in 2017. I'm not Baptist at all now. I welcome you and invite you to comment as you feel like.

Stretching Wings Learning to Fly I pointed at the train, “Can we go in?” “Sure!” David nodded and we headed toward the red train. I was excited about climbing onboard and then disappointed. The passenger car looked like a passenger plane but faced each other making a conversation area with four of those seats. The seats were thick and plush seats in first class. The material was soft deep red. Half faced the rear of the train if you sat in the seat. I realized there was o

There is no politics in the chapter or any religion. It happened. Daniel A. Vacca was there that morning and he survived. Physically. Emotionally that was a long process. The relationship we had been building, he felt he should share with me. No one else. Me. The religion and political reasons aren't relevant. It happened.

Skoal’s Underground Churchill was now getting Stepan’s and Vasil’s attention as they both petted him. Churchill was eating it up. “How long has he been here?” I asked. “Since the end of April,” Ed said. “So, you’ve never had him in the house for weeks or months?” Peter said more as a statement than a question. Ed nodded his head, “Oh yes, I have. Not here, but in Iceland, Northern Canada...they both had snow and ice,” he chuckled, “these mountains around us here just seem to

Sure, the Star Bangle Banner is. It was discussed among Makarovians. What the Hell do they know? Mom always said it should be America, The Beautiful. Besides, I'm a god here. If I say it is, IT IS!!! More coming!

M We introduced Stepan and Vesil to the Generals. It had been rude not to with Ed. You know the agents are more than just accessories. David went to his desk and got one of the chairs in front of his desk, brought it over, and sat with us. We gave David the Readers’ Digest version of what we needed to have occur. Ed nodded, “My government doesn’t approve of torture…” David muttered, “They tried to kidnap them to get ransom!” Ed sighed he was so put upon, “David, you per

A New Skoal? I have a good imagination. Remember? I couldn’t imagine anyone Makarovian who would be upset. There were many disappointments at first hearing Olek had married, and more than a few broken hearts. He wasn’t Prince Charming, he was King Fantastic! He kissed Helga and turned to us. “What’s the saying?” Olek asked. “The cat’s out of the bag?” Grandma smiled, “That’s one. But you mentioned a question and answer session.” She shrugged, “Why not do it now? They are all he

I just got up and getting ready for a day at my keyboard. I congratulate you. I put that together on purpose to see which of any reader would see it and comment. That's you! BRAVO!!!

The Press Peter made the second broadcast live. It was recorded, but only as a record. He told them again there were going to be more presentations in Makarovian. Urging them to see what and when. These presentations would be shown on television as well. We came into the family dining room. It was again devoid of most of the family. Only Olek was there at the moment. Reading something. Getting our coffees we sat at the table with him, “Good morning, Olek!” Peter greeted. Ol

That is some heavy stuff so early in my morning. It's 5:15 in the morning now. My life has covered the whole spectrum of ultra-conservative to liberal. Raised by people who thought their path was the only path. Life and searching for answers led me from the path and one that doesn't have answers to everything. The journey now is all about questions. There is no answer. Buddhists live on a philosophy of questions. I am not Buddhist, but I question everything and respect everyone's right to come their decision about life. I say again, we are so much more than highly evolved pond goo from billions of years ago. How sad it would be if we were! Something wonderful happened and I would like to know what that was. My writing is a way of asking those questions and giving example for what I learned. Please. I love comments. I hate criticism, who doesn't? If I go the wrong way, tell me and why you think so. In the beginning, there was someone that did it mercilessly and it wasn't for constructive at all. I finally realized he did it for one purpose, he got pleasure at taking someone one down and make them feel bad. He was a bully. I'm still here. He is not. If you don't like something, tell me! It's life and I've done it before. I write less manically driven. I posted daily before to keep Daniel here. He is here. Love you all!

I rely on your feedback. I pay close attention and include a lot in my writing. Broken foot? Ouch.

You're right. Both of you. Even I could sense it. Writing styles change with the writer. I felt it stagnate. There are more than a few times I felt...less motivated to write and had to make myself do it. I'll get it back. I make no promises about the rabbits.

Morality When dinner finally concluded we all pretty much parted for the evening. I felt bad that Olek and Helga weren’t on any honeymoon. Future Step-Aunt Marian shouldn’t mind if they took the Duchess, but it just returned from Peter’s and my honeymoon. There was also the island Mario owned just north of Sicily...and again, just used. When you think about it, Mario said being here with us was exciting. Being part of the Basso family sure wasn’t boring. In many ways, they were living a roy

Tangerana I did explain what I meant called Peter a straight man. They knew enough English, but this “straight man” term. It wasn’t about Peter being gay or straight, but the person involved with a joke that played innocent about the joke. Often, Peter was innocent because he really didn’t know. No acting was required. My brand of humor was sometimes difficult to understand. I was proud of that. Stryia was pretty! That wasn’t surprising, but I was delighted at what I saw. There was

(I bow to you.) Thaank ya! Just pray my WiFi provider doesn't cut the signal again. I know a lot of people are home and on the Internet. They were a half power for TWO DAYS!! TWO DAYS!!! It was horrible! I asked Droughtquake if there something for the withdrawals. It was agony!! 😵

We’re Here! Part Two The idea of Makarovian television journalists was a good one, but we needed to find them. The idea of having Peter do the first few was good, as well. An invitation would go out all Makarovians that if they were interested, they should come by the palace. I didn’t know if a Makarovian version of Dan Rather or Tom Brokaw was out there and wouldn’t know if we didn’t ask and look for him, or her. I also didn’t want to be that person of royalty that demands som

We're here! Part One The morning arrived and sunlight shone through the little windows at the top of the outer walls. A perfect day for seeing what was out there. I could hear the happy birds chirping and singing welcoming the new day. (You know the walls were thick stone and unless it was one of the military planes, I couldn't have heard them. I have a good imagination, so I create my own Disney moments.) Peter's reaction to what was said the night before was humorous. He knew bet