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Beware
"Beware the bearers of false gifts and their broken promises. Much pain but still time. Believe. There is good out there. We oppose deception. Conduit closing." - This was a warning that appeared in binary code in 2002 in this crop circle. Notice the picture is of a GREY, the species that supposed enslaved mankind to protect them from the Reptilians. Every time there is an abduction it's the Greys that do it. Are they who we should beware of?
The Dreaded Truth
“What’s on your mind,”
Scott asked Jean as he handed her a glass of lemonade.
“Nothing,” she lied,
taking the glass and drinking it quickly to avoid having to talk.
Scott sat in his rocking
chair, next to the swinging bench where Jean sat. He looked out over the porch. The house was surrounded by woods on three
sides and a pond seventy yards in front of them. Scott owned forty acres of land in Northeast
Texas, his home for the past sixteen years.
He took a long drink of
his lemonade before rocking back and forth slightly, the wood creaking in a
gentle rhythm.
“Jean I’ve known you your
whole life,” Scott finally said, fixated on the turtle on the edge of the
pond. “I can tell when something is
wrong. I can tell since you arrived yesterday
that something has been bothering you.”
Jean closed her
eyes. She should have known better than
to think she could hide her feelings from Scott.
“I’ve never forced you
into talking to me and I won’t start now.
I know that whatever is on your mind is big, life changing big. You’re a grown woman, you have questions and
I just hope I have the answers.”
Jean took a long drink of
her lemonade, finishing it off, as she let what Scott had said sink in. She did have questions. Questions she knew her mother would never
answer, questions she knew Scott would not be willing to answer but she needed
to know the truth.
“I’m not sure where to
start,” she finally said with a heavy whisper.
“Just start,” Scott
answered gently. “Don’t worry about my
reaction. Once the first question is
asked the rest will come easily.”
“Why didn’t you want to
be my dad,” she blurted out, tears filling every word.
“Well that’s a good place
to start,” he answered, unfazed by the question. He continued to look across the pond but was
staring past the turtle. He was drifting
off to his own little world. He knew
someday these questions would be asked and his own private world is where he
kept the answers.
“If you want your answers
follow me,” Scott said as he stood up and walked off the porch. He didn’t say another word or slowed
down. He didn’t have to turn around
either, he knew Jean would rush to catch up.
They walked through the
woods in silence, taking the deer trail they had taken so many times before on
nature walks when Jean was little. Scott
knew she knew these woods like the back of her hand but there was a trail
hidden that she didn’t know about.
Scott moved a bush aside
to reveal the hidden trail. They
continued on in silence until they came to a small tree. This tree was out of place because all the
ones surrounding it were fully grown and this tree was still young.
There were two benches facing
the tree in a V shape. Scott sat on one
and motioned for Jean to sit on the other so she could face him. She was about to break the silence when Scott
held up his hand, staring at the tree for a few more moments.
“I have always wanted to
be your father,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “There are a lot of things you don’t
know. Things your mother wanted to
protect you from. It was not my place to
say but now.” He drew in a deep breath
and let it out slowly, “Now I think it’s time you know.”
“First of all, I have
loved your mother since the day we met.
I was promoting my first book and the email I got from her was life
changing.”
“We emailed back and
forth for a day before I sent her my phone numbers, because I had to drive out
to my first book signing. Literally less
than a minute after sending that email my cell phone was ringing. She said she didn’t want to stop talking and
stayed on the phone the whole way from Houston to Dallas. It ate up most of my minutes but truth be
told, I couldn’t stop talking either.”
“This went on for about a
week, talking on the phone or emailing.
I couldn’t get any writing done at all.
Finally her vacation was over and she had to go back to work, so there
were some breaks but we still chatted every day.”
“The only thing that
bothered me was that your mother was already engaged. I never liked the guy but they were engaged
before we had ever met so I felt I had no right to say anything. She swore in some ways he and I were a lot
alike but deep down I knew better.”
“After a year she filed
for divorce. I saw that coming too. I was happy for her but at the same time I
knew she was hiding something. She
refused to tell me and I loved her too much to make her tell me.”
“I had a book signing in
D.C. and your mother snuck away to come see me.
We had a chemistry together that exploded the moment I looked into her
eyes for the first time. It was a
magical evening and the next day I was on a plane to Chicago. Looking back now I wish I had taken her with
me to finish out my book tour.”
“Your mom went to her new
life in Virginia. No one, not even me,
knew where she was, or so she thought.
That bastard tracked her down and did the unthinkable.”
“For five days he kept
her tied up to her bed.” Scott swallowed
hard, trying to get past the anger and pain building in his body. He had to be respectful for Jean’s sake. “He beat her, starved her, raped her. He walked away and left her for dead.”
“I knew something was
wrong but I didn’t know where your mother lived, she was trying to start over
wanted space. This was the longest we
had ever gone without talking and I was dying inside. Finally the police found her. When she didn’t show up for work they came
looking for her. She was in the ICU for
a month, in a medical induced coma. I
was listed as an emergency contact and I cancelled the rest of my tour. A week later I flew out to sit with her.”
“I never left her side
and when she woke up I had to be the one to tell her everything that had
happened. Your mother died a little the
day she was kidnapped, her spirit broke completely when I told her what
happened. She goes on, for you, but
inside it still kills her and she comes here to get away from what
happened. That’s why she needs the
entire summer to recover, because it took the entire summer before she left the
hospital.”
“What exactly did
happen,” Jean asked, afraid of the conclusion that was forming in her mind.
“The police were looking
for him. Your mother’s best friend since
kindergarten and your uncle were looking for him. Your uncle found him first but in his anger
he didn’t call anyone and it cost him his life.”
“I had the element of surprise
because no one knew I was there.
Tracking is tracking, no matter what kind of animal you’re
hunting.” Scott looked over at the tree
before continuing, “he never knew what hit him.”
“I brought him here. It took all my strength not to let my anger
take over him. Jail was too good for
him, he could still torture your mother as long as he was alive and he had
already destroyed her world. Killing him
quickly was too good for him as well. I
did the only thing I could think of.”
“I cut him all over his
body so that he would bleed out slowly.
I dug a hole ten feet deep and put him in it. I covered him and planted that tree to mark
him.”
“I never told your mother
the details but she does know he’s dead.
Six months after she left the hospital you were born. You know your mother almost died giving birth
to you and since she was in another coma I named you after your uncle.”
“I brought you both
here. You lived here the first year of
your life. I asked your mother to marry
me but the thought of marriage brought up images of her first marriage and she
would break down so after three rejections I stopped asking.”
“Your mother moved back
in with your grandmother and I sold my house in Houston to move out here permanently
so I could make sure your father would never be discovered accidently and destroy
your mother again.”
“DNA makes a man a father
but love makes him a Dad. I have tried
to raise you as my own because I love you and your mother with all my
heart. I know it’s a lot to put on a
sixteen year old but what happens next is up to you. If you wish to turn me I understand and will
not fault you. I will love you no matter
what you decided.”
“Dad,” is all Jean said
as she flew into Scott’s arm and hugged him tight.
Burned by a Burrito - The Lost Stories
Father Lewis was a kind man. In his younger years he was a strong athlete and very devoted to God. He loved his morning runs with God. Now, in his later years, the runs have turned into long walks.
Father Lewis likes to walk around the
neighborhood, like a Doctor making his rounds in a hospital. He was a spiritual Doctor, a Sheppard tending
to his flock.
He visits those that may have missed Mass or seem
like they need a little personal attention.
Those that hang out on the street see Father Lewis on a daily basis.
Today he visited Mrs. Ramirez at work. The Ramirez family owned a small corner
store. Bills were beginning to pile up
which forced the Ramirez’s to open their store on Sundays.
Father Lewis figured if they couldn’t come to
church he would bring the church to them.
Today’s visit went well.
His stomach began to growl. It was almost lunch time and he had missed
breakfast this morning. Mrs. Ramirez had
offered Father Lewis a large beef and bean burrito and it was his policy to
never refuse food from his congregation.
Sitting at his desk in the back of St. Augustine
Church he began to wish he had refused.
Now he had a bad case of gas.
Father Andrews and Father Smith had found this
funny. Even as grown men of the cloth,
farts still made them laugh.
As time passed, the gas grew worse. The farts got more intense. The smell was bad. Soon Father Lewis found himself alone in his
office.
Three P.M. rolled around and it was time for
Father Lewis to sit in the confessional.
He left his office and made his way toward the confessional. He stopped to light a candle for every member
of the congregation he visited this morning, fifteen candles in all.
He said a quick prayer and stood to leave. As he turned away from the candles a gush of
wind escaped his backside. The sudden
rush of gas hitting the candles caused the flames to flare up into a mini
mushroom cloud.
Father Lewis turned to face the flame as in an
instant they jumped onto the drapes, catching them on fire. The fire spread quickly up the drapes. As the flame reached the top it spread in
both directions along the cloth lining the walls.
In less than a minute the drapes surrounding the
church were on fire. Father Lewis stood
there in disbelief. He had started the
fire with a fart.
Father Smith stepped out of the confessional and
seen the fire. Quickly he rushed over to
Father Lewis and pulled him toward the back of the church, away from the
fire. Father Andrew was holding a door
open for them as he called the fire department from his cell phone.
It did not take long before the rafters in the
ceiling caught fire. The church was
being burning down to the ground by a burrito.
Father Lewis began to cry.
The Lost Stories
The Story Teller is a collection of short stories I wrote while I was taking a Creative Writing course. Many stories poured out of my pen, but not all made it into the book.
Recently I was cleaning out an old dresser than made a lot of paper in it. Basically over the past ten years it became a junk dresser, five shelves full.
While a lot of junk was thrown out, there was some treasure found. There was notebook after notebook of unfinished stories and a few that were completed but never made it to type.
I decided to finish what I started. I am typing the finish stories, polishing what needs polishing, because ten years ago they are very raw stories, and sharing them with you.
Hopefully you enjoy what is to come. "It would seem my hypocrisy knows no bounds."
Clones
I have a confession to make. I killed two people. To explain what happened I have to go back to
the beginning of summer. I was outside
mowing the grass. Living next to the
woods I know there are all sorts of insects I have to watch out for. Well, one of those little suckers got the
best of me and bit me on my lower back, close to my spine.
After five days I needed to go to the hospital,
the pain was unbearable. After some mini
drama, caused by the pain, I was admitted to the hospital. Within the hour blood was drawn, not just a
single vial or two, no, I’m talking a lot, like half a pint.
Over the next day it was decided that I needed
surgery. It took a total of three days
before I went under the knife and in that time frame more blood was taken, and
by more, I mean another pint total. I made
a few jokes about all the test they were running, needing all that blood.
Maybe you can tell me exactly what bit me? Laughter… No.
Maybe you can tell me what kind of infection I
had? Laughter… They are just going to
treat it like staph, just to be safe.
Maybe you’re trying to clone me? Silence.
Maybe you’re trying to figure out how to implant a
mind control device during surgery so the government can use me as a
patsy? Silence.
I had my surgery and was released the next
day. I’ve never been knocked out like
that before or woken up in that manner. The
next day I was sent home to recover.
Over the next five days I felt helpless. I couldn’t do anything for myself. I was waiting for a release to return to work
but I was told I could only get that release if I went back to the hospital to
see the doctor who did the surgery.
When I called to get my appointment time all hell
broke loose. Heated words were shouted,
tears fell from being overwhelmed, and I was told the doctor wasn’t ready to
see me so I could go to my own doctor to get my release.
Over the next three weeks I was healing up faster
than anyone thought I could. My doctor
even said I shouldn’t be healing that fast.
I took this as a good thing, after all I’ve always been a fast
healer. The following day I received a
phone call that made me question my own healing.
The hospital called and said I needed to come in
right away to discuss something that was discovered in my blood. Remembering the last conversation and the
price they said I would have to pay to see the doctor in the hospital I told
them to kiss my ass before hanging up.
The phone rang again and I was told there would be
no cost for the visit. In fact, if I
came in right away my entire hospital bill would be dismissed. My stomach dropped and I thought I was going
to faint. If they wanted me to come in
so badly that my entire bill would be dismissed it must be serious. They offered
to pick me up but I was already driving so I headed toward the hospital.
When I got to the hospital I headed up to the
fourth floor. As I stepped off the
elevator the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. There was complete silence on the floor. I walked around the corner from the elevator
and couldn’t believe my eyes.
Standing at the desk staring back at me in
disbelief was a very sexy handsome devil.
To his right was that same good looking hunk. I wondered why a doctor would have fun house
mirrors in the lobby.
Then I thought the mirrors must be broken because
the reflection was distorted. Finally it
dawn on me that those were no mirrors because we were all wearing different
clothes. This could only mean one thing.
CLONES!
Fear took over and I wobbled as fast as I could
back to the elevator. My cane started to
unscrew itself from the fast motion of my hopping while trying to remain
balanced. As I got to the elevator I pushed
the button in a panic, over and over again, thinking my hard pressing would
recall the elevator faster. The door,
after what felt like an hour, finally opened and there was another dashingly handsome
face staring back at me.
Trying to prevent my escape the clone lunged
toward me. I raised my cane to block him
from grabbing me and as I did it finally opened. I pulled the sword out of the cane and instinct
took over. I pushed the clone away from
me and thrust my blade forward.
I could feel the cold steel pushing through the
soft fatty flesh that was my body, right through to the heart. At the moment the other clones caught up and
stopped suddenly, all of stunned by what just happened. They watched helplessly as life faded away out
of my eyes. I was literally watching myself
die.
As the clone slumped to the floor lifeless, it
also slid off of my sword. The thump of
his body woke us all from our trance. The
other two clones grabbed my arms and tried to pull me back away from the
elevator. I started kicking wildly,
connecting with Two’s groin. He
instantly let go of me and fell to the floor.
With my arm free I swung it around to pull away
from One. Taking advantage of my new
found freedom I swung as hard as I could with my cane, hitting one in the head
with the metal base of the cane. He fell
down, unconscious.
Turning back toward the elevator, Two was in my
way, on his knees, but regaining his breath and attempting to stand. In a panic I swung the sword with all my
strength from left to right, cutting his throat open. Blood spewed out and I jumped back, unable to
dodge the red spray.
The doors began to close and I made a dash to get
into the elevator. I pushed the button
for the garage and the elevator finally began to move. I looked over at my body lying there, trying
to figure out what just happened. As the
doors opened I wobbled to my truck as fast as I could and drove away like a bat
out of hell.
Now I’m looking over my shoulder everywhere I
go. Somewhere out there is at least one
more me. I’ve been expecting the cops to
arrest me but even that has its complications.
After, what will I be charged with… murder or suicide?
While You Sleep Part 5
I pulled myself up, balancing myself between the
night stand and the wall. Seeing me
stand up the raccoon started scrambling to get free but the gorilla was too
much weight to pull free from.
“Time for payback,” I said smiling.
“Time for payback,” I said smiling.
I fired a shot into the gorilla’s crotch, making
sure it really was dead. When his balls
exploded and flew off into two different directions I got my confirmation.
The raccoon freaked out and started scrambling
even harder to get free. I fired another
shot into the gorilla’s stomach, getting closer to the raccoon. As I suspected he tried even harder.
I fired three more shots, getting closer with each
shot. I wanted him to feel the same fear
I felt lying on my back.
“I have one more bullet and guess what fucker, it
has your name on it.”
Before he could protest, his head exploded, just
like the other one had. I lowered the
empty pistol and it fell out of my hand, the weight of it too heavy for my
failing body. I coughed again, spitting
out blood. Laughter began to take over
as the adrenaline in my body was fading.
I heard something else jump onto my headboard and
I looked over quickly to see my little Shih Tzu staring at me confused.
“Oh thank God,” I whispered under my breath.
“You should have saved that last bullet.”
That was the last thing I heard before he jumped
and knocked me to the ground. The
animals took over that night. Like I
said, a lot can happen while you sleep.
End
While You Sleep Part 4
I raised my pistol and instinct took over. Muscle memory took my aim straight to the
gorilla’s head and I fired my remaining seven rounds, hitting him in the throat
and the head. I don’t care who you are,
that is dead.
Fear gripped me as I realized that he was going to
fall, the only question was which way.
I tried lifting my leg but it was broken and
useless. I closed my eyes, bracing
myself to be crushed under the weight of this monster who attacked me without
warning. The impact never came.
I opened my eyes and saw the gorilla lying flat on
his back across my bed, the smart ass raccoon half way under him. I couldn’t feel a thing anymore so I started
crawling toward my nightstand.
Propping myself up I dropped my magazine and
reached into the night stand to grab another.
Just as I dropped the slide the other raccoon peaked his head around the
door frame. His head exploded in a
shower of brains, skull, and blood.
I heard the squirrels scurry off away from the
bedroom, only to trap themselves in the fire they had just started.
“Get me out of here,” the smart ass shouted. Guess the gorilla just pinned him down
instead of crushing him.
“Saved by a memory foam,” I laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix that.”
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