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God. The water is warm. My wet clothes are pulling me down. My body wants to struggle, but I can’t raise my arms. I close my eyes, and I’m drifting. I am so warm. I can’t explain the feeling of complete euphoria. It is like I had been preparing myself for this all my life. It’s funny how we will lie at night and think of how we will die. Will it be from natural causes at 101? Will it be cancer at 67? Will it be an automobile accident at 38 or a heart attack at 50? Perhap
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Thanks, Everyone, for all the concern you are expressing towards Joey. But as in life, the darkest hour is just before dawn.
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Who came up with weekends? What lame brain said that we should not go to school, but instead take a couple days off? I hate the weekends. It’s really lonely for someone like me. What do I have to do? I leave home before my old man gets up and starts drinking. I don’t want to be around to be his whipping boy just because he feels like taking his shit out on someone. My mom has been listening to his crap for eighteen years. She has this amazing ability to just shut him out, and he’s d
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“Oh yeah, Kid. That feels good.” The guy shoved my head down further on his dick. I could tell he was getting ready to cum, and he was hoping to shoot his load in my mouth. I know how to avoid it now. When I first started, guys were always shooting their first load in my mouth. But now, I can tell when they are close. The head expands and the shaft becomes hard as steel. We were parked in an alley behind a warehouse about three blocks from Louie’s. I was in an awkward position, leani
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Thanks, Jeffrey, for hanging in there. Readers who follow my stories know I never disappoint them.
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“Can anyone tell me what the positive and a negative coterminal angles are to angle A if it is -200 degrees?” I had my head down on the desk, but I wasn’t asleep. Honest. I was just bored with the way Mrs. Moss taught the class. She treated us like we were a bunch of morons. We were in advanced trigonometry, for Christ’s sake. All right. I’m smart, so sue me. Just because I hustle and live in a garage doesn’t make me stupid. I’ve always done well in school. Well, almost.
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I'm doing very well, droughtquake. Things are good in Ronyxworld. Thanks for your (and the other author's) concern. --Ron
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Joey Carpenter is a street kid. Living in his parent’s garage, he hustles to survive. Alcohol and drugs help him face the world. Rejected by his family, and an outcast at school, his future looks dim until he meets Allen Foster- who has his own problems. The special bond they form will give Joey a second chance at life.
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I hate my life. There, I’ve said it. I’ve been lying here for hours contemplating this hellish nightmare I call a life. I think when I was born, God took some paint and splattered it on an easel and said, “Joey, my young man. This is your life. No order or neat lines; just random blotches that will not give you any sense of continuity. Do what you will; your life will be no more than the ugliness you see before you.” And that has been my life. Blotches of ugliness on a splattered easel.
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Troy made his way carefully down the stairs to the basement. He could feel Trixie brushing his leg as he took one step at a time. He was carrying a tray with Jayden’s lunch. Once he reached the bottom, he grabbed the golden retriever’s collar as she led him across the recreation room to Jayden’s bedroom. Trixie had somehow instinctively sensed that her beloved master was having difficulty seeing. She had never been trained as a guide dog, but she obediently stayed beside Troy as he mad
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Jayden didn’t consider where he would go once he left school. He stopped at a nearby Starbucks, sat on the patio and watched people walk by. An elderly couple sat down next to him and tried to engage him in conversation, but he wasn’t in the mood to be friendly. He picked up his coffee and left without saying goodbye. Things were happening too quickly in his life. He had just recently adjusted to his mother’s death and moving in with his aunt and cousins. Now, once again he had been
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You're right, droughtquake. Welcome sassypie and Marvalouswoman to our motley crew of misfits.
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Troy was exhausted by the time all the guests had left. Even though he had worried about people seeing him for the first time, he didn’t feel that anyone had been awkward around him. In fact, after the first few minutes of entering the room, he had become comfortable with people sitting down and talking to him. He could hear Claire and Allison scurrying around the room. His mother was telling the girls where to return items on the table. His mother asked, “Are you sure y
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“I had another nightmare last night.” Troy was sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling a polo shirt over his head. He and Jayden were alone in the room. He had asked everyone else to wait outside in the waiting room until he got dressed. “A bad one?” “Yeah,” he replied. “The nurse had to come in and give me a sedative.” “Maybe they’ll stop once you go home today,” suggested Jayden. “You’ll feel safer there.” “I hope so.” Jayden placed his pants
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Thanks again, Everyone, for the great responses! It looks like Jayden and Troy have won your hearts. --Ron
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“Would you stand still?” Troy’s father was becoming frustrated as he attempted to shave his son. “You’re going home tomorrow, and we’ve got to get his mess off your face.” “You’re going to cut me, Dad!” Troy took a step back and ran his hand through the shaving cream on his face. “For God Sakes,” replied his father, “It’s a Bic. I’m not going to cut you.” Troy sought his father’s hand. “Let me do it.” “That’s ridiculous, Troy,” he replied as he hel
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Claire grabbed Allison’s hand and pulled her towards the door. “We’ll try to catch him.” She couldn’t understand Troy’s outburst when he heard Jayden’s voice. They seemed to have been getting along so well the day before. Earlier in the day, Jayden had walked blindfolded around the mall just so he could experience what Troy was feeling. Now, he was gone. She pulled Allison frantically down the hallway and to the elevator. “What just happened back there?” Allison asked as
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It is, droughtquake. I found mine at Wally World. LOL. Okay, I corrected the error. Thanks.
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“It’s so nice of you to help me, Jayden.” Jayden picked up the chair and moved it to the other side of the room. When done, he sat down and rested. “I just can’t wait until he comes home.” Mrs. Neal sat down on the side of the bed. “The doctor said last night that he could be home as early as this weekend.” “That’s great,” replied Jayden. “I know you’ll be happy to have him home again.” “Yes,” she responded sadly. “I wish it were under different circumstances, but I guess we reall
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I'm overwhelmed by all the wonderful comments this story has generated. Such insightful and profound remarks. Thanks. -Ron
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Jayden sat nervously across from Mr. Fallingsworth as he thumbed through some papers on his desk. He looked up and peered at Jayden over his glasses. “I’m glad you decided to return,” he said. He looked down and continued to read before looking up again. “You have excellent grades,” he remarked. “I’m surprised I never knew who you were before the other day. I guess you’ve never played sports?” “No, Sir,” responded Jayden. “I’ve only been here two years.” “I se
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Haha, ColumbusGuy. Confession is good for the soul. Others have made comments that they have read this story previously. I'm glad that you and they aren't ruining the story with spoilers. Many prefer to keep up with it as I post it weekly, and they look forward to what is going to happen next. Ron
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Thank you for commenting BlindAmbition. I'm glad you have adjusted so well to the loss of your sight. Ron
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Hi Lisa, No stress at all. I'm glad you recommended the story for me to share with others at GA. It has generated a lot of interest. Don't stay away so long! Ron
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Questions! Questions! Questions! Why don’t they leave me alone? The questions make me see things- things I don’t want to see. When the questions stop, the nightmares begin. Did you see them? See them! Their dark and violent features are etched forever in my mind. They are the last things I saw, and the first things I see. Troy rested his head on the pillow. The two faces again emerge. Dark and dangerous. They crawl from the crevices of the hard concrete and ru
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