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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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Silent Screams- a Short Poem

I wrote this little poem back in Oct2014. Goodness, that long ago? Anyway, it began as most of my writings do, something started me thinking about a silent scream, and this is what came out of it. It is a bit dark, as my Sister told me at the time, but there’s a certain… relatability to it. I think, anyway. So, here it is again, for all to inspect and/or pick apart:   Silent Screams Life behind these padded walls, as surreal as a dream     A dream where even silence screams, but only silent screams         Silent screams of ancient Queens beheaded on a stage   The stage, surrounded by noisy throng     Some hawking wares secured with tongs         Some yammering of someone else’s wrongs One standing above, above any reproach     Heralding merits and valiant deeds like a coach         A coach who stores the team behind padded walls   Yes, life behind these padded walls. wishing t’were a dream     For here, unlike in dreams, the silence screams, but not silent screams         Not silent screams from ancient Queens beheaded on a stage.

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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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Promotion

In a little while, Tom will be getting a phone call. He applied for a lucrative position at a reputable company and had all the right requirements. The interview had gone exceptionally well, and it seemed the manager liked him. Tom had talked to others working there, and most of them impressed him as being reasonably happy with their status. He searched for a long time for just the right opportunity, one which could give him the security and stability he not only desired, but also deserved. All the schooling he had gone through had been exceedingly difficult. The internships he endured were near torture, and mentors used him to their full extent to further their own careers. Even his so-called friends had surpassed him, using his willingness to cover for them as a stepping stone to gain advances of their own. He harbored no ill will, though; instead was grateful for the opportunity to acquire the knowledge and experience. He found that in doing all the other facets of the process, he developed a better understanding of his part. There had been one particular experience he wished he could forget, or at least redo. A friend, or so he thought, asked him to finish a certain project. That guy had gotten almost half the information gathered and all the contacts made, but an emergency would prevent him from making the closure. Tom agreed and went to the meeting. It turned out that his “friend” made the wrong contacts, and…

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Zombie Adversary

Here is a Zombie story I wrote back in 2012. I have read several genre stories, and seen multitudes of movies on the subject, so wanted to try my hand at writing one. I came up with the first person view simply because that is one angle that hasn’t been beat to death, no pun intended. Enjoy! And, once again, please leave me a comment below to let me know your opinions.   Zombie Adversary By John T. M. Herres   This can’t be happening. I have spent the last three days trying to get away from the mindless hoards of zombies chasing me, but every time I think there’s a chance to rest, to breathe, more seem to seep out of the crumbling buildings surrounding me. I need to find a place to stop, and most especially something to eat. I can feel my strength ebbing. The occasional fountains I’ve found that still had potable water do little to assuage the grumbling hunger pains. There’s an open door, have to get higher to see if the way is clear. It’s dark in here. I just have to rest for a moment. Heading up the stairs, I hear the door I forced closed splintering under their attack. The scraping of shattered wood and crunching of broken glass trod under their feet echoes up to me as I climb higher. I’m on the second floor. There; a ladder, leading to the roof perhaps. Struggling with the latch, I find it is…

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