I'm in total shock. I hate it when one of the GA family passes away, especially when they were younger than me, but it is even a greater loss because of how talented he was, as well as how involved he'd become with the site. Does anyone know if he was he ill or if this was the result of an accident? Either way he will be sorely missed and I offer my heartfelt condolences to his family and friends. RIP, Carlos. You have left a positive and lasting mark here at GA and will be greatly missed.
Foreshadow, the art of skillfully leaving clues without ruining the story for the readers. If you do it correctly, when the readers discover what you've been foreshadowing, they will smack themselves in the forehead and say, "Damn, I remember he said or showed us that earlier, but I never put it all together until now!"
Congratulations to Comsie and the Shack Out Back on 25 Wonderful Years entertaining us!
Even though Comsie is younger than me, he and one other other inspired me to start writing at the end of 1998. I'm not sure if he considers this a positive or negative accomplishment, but I've been writing ever since and I truly thank him for inspiring me.
Hmmm, I can think of another type of ejecta, other than due to volcanic activity.
For some reason, when I saw this I immediately thought of perfecta, which is a term I would use to describe the type of ejecta I mentioned above. 😈 😉
Ok, maybe I was being a little sadistic in leaving this in a cliffhanger, but including Devin's explanation and all of the follow-up information about what took place would have made the chapter much too long. Besides, the anticipation of eventually finding out what happened will give you something to look forward to. 😉
Very true, but you may have noticed that Devin is an intelligent, and sometimes devious person. He may have figure out the scenario in advance. You'll have to wait and see.
Chapter 16 – The Stakeout
As soon as we woke up on Saturday, we headed over to the dining hall for breakfast. Before we returned to our room, we knocked on Barry’s door to see if he’d heard anything more since we last spoke. When he opened the door, he was wearing an old pair of sweats, his hair was messed up, and he seemed to only be half awake.
“Damn, I hope we didn’t wake you. I’m sorry if we did,” I apologized.
“It’s Saturday and I was planning on sleeping in a little l
Hey, the could have called it pee-green. You'd be familiar with peagreen if you ever ate pea soup.
And olive green, or more precisely olive drab, was the color of the fatigues used by the army from 1952 until 1989.