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A Memorable Storm

While chatting with a new friend on Facebook, she posted a link to this video; to which I said I liked, and posted another vid to continue the ode to Mondays: which she said she likes as well. The flighty nature of my thinking took hold, and I followed with the rain subject with; I also mentioned I had a cool memory of listening to Riders during a rain/wind storm many years ago. She indicated she’d like to hear it, so I’ll attempt a pseudo-bio concerning the event. 1983 (or 84), Austin, Texas Back when they were still coming out with the songs which are now considered classic rock, just after I graduated High School in El Paso, and my Brother left his Air Force experience, we settled back in Austin to try to be adults. Back then, we had a total of 4 regular TV channels. There were many choices on the radio, but the rock station of the time didn’t play a lot of the selections I wanted to hear. What they did do; whenever a storm started, they played Riders On The Storm by The Doors. Most always, that is. (Bear in mind- this is during the time I still drank beer frequently. Mixed with the joint I smoked, I felt pretty mellow for this experience.) One particular time, as I lay on the bed watching the new episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, I heard the thunder approaching. Initially I ignored it, glad to be…

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A Personal Update

More Issues, But Not My Fault If any recall, around the end of last year, I had a very bad experience with my digestive system. I did write a post about it, and got a few well wishes. (By the way, if you gave me some, I again thank you!) Between then and now, I had an appointment with my Doctor for the worker’s comp injury I got back in 2010, for which I’ve been declared 5% permanently disabled and am getting continuing care. I have been on a couple of pills for a long time, and last visit he gave me one more to add. Now, let me say here, and spoil the suspense as to what this post might be about, I have looked at possible side effects of many meds I’ve been given in the past, but have not, to my knowledge, ever suffered any. Of course, I had an issue with taking them unless I had pains that needed easing. Yes, I took them on my own schedule instead of as prescribed. With the injury to my back, though, the pain didn’t really go away, so I started taking these medications closer to the prescribed amounts. That visit was back in October. I’m seeing him twice a year, because any more than that would be… superfluous. Recently, I noticed some of the pain seeping through the medications, and decided to see if some of the pills could be switched with something new. (Several Doctors through the…

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#BlogBattle Week 38 POST

#BlogBattle time again! This is the Thirty-Eighth issue for Rachael Ritchey! Greetings, once again, one and all! Welcome to another episode of… yeah, forget that. But, I do offer another #BlogBattle entry. The rules, of course: (Which I may have forgotten a time or two.) Rules: 1000 words max fictional tale (or true if you really want) PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly! Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related. Go for the entertainment value! State the Genre of your story at the top of your post. Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post) Have fun! Okay. Now we have that out of the way, can you tell I might be a little excited here? Maybe. I had a thought. When “delving in my mental cavern” for a possible story, this hit me. As I wrote, I did notice it rhymed, but instead of making it a poem, it sounded pretty good coming out in story form. So, that is how I will tender it to you. I really hope y’all like this. At…

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Deadly Cavern

Deadly Cavern (c) 2012, by John T. M. Herres   “Are you sure this is it?” Jake squatted down and leaned his head into the opening. Barely three-and-a-half feet high and two feet wide, the jagged, oblong hole seemed to want to swallow anyone who dared to enter. Moving forward, he withdrew his green flip-top lighter, the tell-tale ‘click-zip’ of the lid and striker echoing into the darkness. The flame leapt up and began an erratic dance, flashing yellow and blue, leaning toward the black emptiness as if it were eager to lead the way further into the tunnel. “I got a breeze,” he said, the rock absorbing most of the timbre of his voice yet still bouncing it around a few times before fading entirely. “It has to go somewhere.” He backed out and stood, looking over to Harry for some kind of verification. “Well, we didn’t come all this way for nothing.” They secured their backpacks, switched on their flashlights, and ducked into the entrance. There were stories circulating the region that some others had tried exploring the cavern, never to be seen again. The boys shrugged off all warnings, dismissing them as “old wives’ tales”. “Stick close in case there are surprises,” Jake called from the lead. No matter how confident he acted, something in the back of his mind told him not to go in. “Not scared, are you?” Harry’s voice quavered slightly. Maybe he had the same misgivings, but Jake knew him well enough to…

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Traffic Stop

So, here we go again: #BlogBattle Number 22 I tried – I really did – to submit stories for a couple of the #BlogBattles in the past weeks, but none of them would close out; the endings just would not form, and they sat unfinished even after time had ended to post them. I may still try to finish them and “publish” them anyway.  Who knows? The prompt for this week is “Time,” and I have just the story for it. I wrote this for one of my lessons while taking a sort-of correspondence course from Long Ridge Writers Group. My instructor, Kris Franklin, told me the ending needed work. Go figure. Reading it in the original wording, I can see the end is unexciting, kind of a let-down, really. Hopefully, by the time the post must be submitted, I’ll have gotten some response to a cry for help I sent out. We shall see… UPDATE – I have gotten the feedback I requested, and Rachel Ritchey has given me the green light to enter it. She graciously agreed to have a look at it, and gave valuable insight. Thanks, Rachael!   Traffic Stop “I really don’t have time for this!” Joe gripped his steering wheel too tightly as the long line ahead of him moved forward another foot. He glanced again at his watch. Forty-five seconds since last time he looked, though he could have sworn five minutes had passed. Deep breath, let it out in a rush. “What…

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Secrets In The Walls

Spoiler Alerts: Some descriptions throughout these posts may contain, if not the exact ending, a concluding remark of the outcome. Read at your own risk. Secrets In The Walls   (2010) (TV Movie) Jeri Ryan, Kay Panabaker, Peyton List Ratings: 5.3/10 from 893 users A mother and her two teenage daughters move into an ancient house in a suburb of Detroit, when it is offered at a very low price, much to the dislike of the elder daughter. Soon, the younger child begins to see strange things in the house, but the mother disregards her claims, saying that it is only her imagination. Then the elder child also begins to notice creepy phenomena but does not speak about it. Only when things take a more serious turn and the mother too starts to witness strange events does she realize that something really is wrong with the house. Written by varghesejunior   I found this movie extremely watchable. The setup did not get over-involved or too in-depth, and the creepy scenes didn’t look CGI heavy. The main thing I had issue with is how Rachel, the Mother, still questioned when Molly started seeing the ghost of Greta. The girl could tell you to answer the phone before it even rings. But, when she sees and feels a malevolent entity, it’s just her imagination. I guess it could be interpreted as a state of denial; Rachel has never believed in ghosts, so when confronted with the situation, it must be something else. (Or,…

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