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We're Here! Part Two
R. Eric posted new chapter in Makarovia! Yes, I Know Where That is! Sophomore Year
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- 5 comments
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We're Here! Part One
R. Eric posted new chapter in Makarovia! Yes, I Know Where That is! Sophomore Year
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- 5 comments
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Oh, yes! I'm not even close to being done. The story goes on as I do.
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WMNN Easy conversation flowed at our table. We were safe in Makarovia, at least at the moment. There were no tourists yet. The people here were either locals or part of the military. Everyone knew and respected our space and didn’t approach us. “Tomorrow night there will be some reporters that will arrive for the press conference,” Olek said smiling. “I don’t have to tell you that the news they are getting should be told by Helga and me.” Rolph was testing the waters before he
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I'm much better now. Daniel was and is my inspiration. I keep him close by writing about him because I remember him. I thought our lives was very good and I wanted to write about real love. Not just sex and pleasure. Love is being there in sickness and health. He tried so hard to beat cancer, but it won. I think the struggle he had deserved sharing.
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The story did end, but I haven't finished writing it. Returning to write it...is difficult. You know I'm Mitch, my husband Daniel is Tony. The portion I last wrote about was right when chemotherapy and radiation treatment. I intend to write it. There is some good, but a lot of aches on the way. Daniel/Tony faced his cancer and fought hard. You know what happened three years ago.
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I agree 100%! I am a fan of music. All music. Classical, disco, techno...It's interesting the Country Music and those artists. They are the ones I enjoy and I'll throw in Garth Brooks. I included Tim McGraw's Don't Take the Girl in first story about Makarovia. ELO! Duran-Duran...Those are classics. I write with music in the background. Love you guys!
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I do well, thank you. Losing most of my eyesight put me in prison before this. I get supplies to last a while because I can't drive now. I have a three-wheel moped I can ride to the bank and grocery store. I panicked when a lot had been cleaned out at the grocery store. Fortunately, they had my Peter Pan Honey Roasted Peanut Butter. I'm good.
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A New Direction? The club's DJ had said it would become even more crowded. It looked crowded to me now. The Grotto had room to spare, but I wouldn't want to be the one securing that many people. I am no Geologist, but I wondered how it formed. The one they found underground in Stryia was a bubble that formed and solidified eons ago. That one was obvious by the near-perfect round shape. This one wasn't that round. Where the dancefloor and bars were in the widest and tallest of the cave,
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Lupper works, too. Daniel was always correcting my "supper" with "dinner." I asked, "if dinner the right word, then why did that famous painting get named the Last Supper?"
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I am not tempted. Do you realize the number of adjectives I go through to describe a taste or flavor? Agony, I tell you. Just agony.
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No Doubt “It's done,” Peter said, “We'll see you at dinner.” He turned as if to leave the office. He was so convincing I almost believed he would. “Do you think I would allow this to be just a marriage?” Mom asked. “How long have you known me, Olek?” Olek nodded grinning, still holding Helga. “Since before I remember much of anything. What did you do?” “What did I do?” Mom looked at Olek in mocking offense and said, “I didn't do anything.” Meaning she had someone else d
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I just woke up and see this. You shouldn't be surprised I know exactly what you said and where it is in the movie. That obese German nurse with that accent. "Before you do it, you must go through it, or else I blew it." I don't know a Mel Brooks movie I haven't loved! He's a genius!
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You are correct again. It is fornication. The groups I was with put them both in one category. Sex outside of marriage. We all knew, without the ring don't do the thing.
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A Royal Marriage A judge was coming to conduct the marriage. I wondered why one of the priests wasn't. They weren't breaking a commandment or law...wait a minute. Yes, they did. One of the no-nos was about adultery and Helga was carrying the result of that. Peter and I came into our room. “Why is a judge performing the marriage?” I asked as we sat on the couch. “Probably because Olek won't confess," Peter answered. "I know Olek." He chuckled a little with a sharp edge on the la
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I did read a Hell of a lot. I hate to disappoint anyone, but the marriage will be rather simple. "Do you?" and "Will you?" There will be a party of sorts at the Grotto. Almost no one will know why until Olek makes the public announcement. (I even have the future wedding planned out!)
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You are right. The first year, the junior year, it isn't done. The senior year, at eighteen years old, and signed up as a student it was. I'll say this. Garden hoses. That's what guys have under their skin. They were hard to miss. Patients knew and signed that it was okay to do that. No one died because of me. I mean because of him.
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Of course.
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Just A Marriage? After sleeping in our not round bed, I was waking and saw sunlight shining through those small windows. Those small windows had several reasons. They protected us from invasion and weapon fire and it helped to keep heat in. Letting in light from the sun was very low on the list for priorities; if that was on it at all. I wondered how much firewood, torches, and candles were used. In the winter, days would past and the sun could barely be seen. I could see enough to gu
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I would love to use that as an excuse for my spelling errors and mistakes in Grammar. I ask you this, in my stories, Blueblood and North Meets South, how many Russian and East Europeans are in them? I write about customs and traditions during weddings, holy days, and holidays. Little things about behaviors, such as men never turn their asses to anyone when going down a row of seats to go to the bathroom or get some popcorn at a theater. I am like Eric Richards with a family history from England, Scotland, Germany, Russia, and East Europe. Life is a writer's inspiration. I had a lot of inspiration. I'm a mutt with Europe, Great Britain, East Europe, and Russia.
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That's correct. Brain cells once damaged are said never come back. Sensory Nerves and Motor Nerves, and some that do both. Autonomic Nerves keep what you don't control going. Breathing and heart rates for example. Sensory Nerves send messages about hard and soft, rough or smooth. Motor Nerves are what it sounds like, raise your arm. Yes, they can heal, but it takes time. Brain cells can heal, too, but that takes a long, long time.
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Cosmo Peter had been joking the whole evening, until now. “The things you know,” Peter said in a quieter voice. “It's impressive.” “Thank you,” I said, “As I said before, I remember topics and discussions of things that interest me.” I shrugged. “This life and any eternity would definitely be interesting.” Peter nodded and chuckled, “I suppose it would be.” He looked at me cautiously. “I doubt.” He confessed. “Those years when I had those...” He waved a hand near his face,
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Losing Innocence Olek had a few things to do with some people, so he went to take care of that. Mario told us he'd call his sister and a date would be agreed on. Mario and Mom were now speaking more privately. Helga walked off with my grandmother. All promised to meet before dinner. Yuri was getting his emotions in check and looked a little embarrassed as Boris was comforting him less. I often teased people and I did often with Yuri and Boris. You know how I feel about emotions. I
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You are both right. I didn't intend it to be this long, but... Queen Alla will need to marry in the next story chapters. There is another...no, I won't give it away.
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Home Again We got into some vans to take us to the palace. Home. It's a very special word. It meant more than just a building where you slept, ate, and raised a family. No, home was where you went to get away from the world and issues there, it was a shelter from storms. Home was where you felt safe. It was like a comfortable and warm quilt around you on a cold day. That's how I felt. The Consortium was still out there. That pirate lady was out there. Out there. Not here. We didn't
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