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Prisoner Of The Spikes Prisoner Of The Spikes
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- 2 weeks ago
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Hidden Path Hidden Path
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- 2 weeks ago
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Story Series Story Series
- From: allenhenriquez
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Across Many Oceans by Allen Henriquez
Part II
It is not known from what source Eva Covington received word that her former, near to husband, Orrin was in a relationship with her friend Abigail Morris. But upon getting the message Eva was crushed. The information exploded in her head but unfortunately there were no items available to break or smash into smithereens, which made her feel deeply depressed. The idea that Eva could be even mildly impacted by any news about Orrin, she being seven years removed from him, was strange. But Eva’s reaction would be considered totally logical to a large number of persons who know that Eva’s break up so many years ago from Orrin was done not to end a loveless relationship, it was to so call elevate the quality of her companionship to the level of her status in the writing world. A mere sea captain as a mate seemed a sacrilege, and the moments in past tense when Eva mentioned Orrin and his livelihood, brought swirls, sneers, twisted faces, and the utterance of “Oh.” Orrin’s replacement, Clifford Miles was not only more palatable he was ideal. A successful writer with another established, if not as successful, writer. But Clifford, although bright and witty was without the emotional depth she so needed to ground her existence with because he lacked sureness and clarity. Six months was all she could take of the: high intellect, low patience, nervous, and insecure, chatter box, that was Clifford. The idea of going back to Orrin was in her mind, out of the question, and would be viewed as provincial, with many challenging the so called avant garde persona that Eva had worked so hard to cultivate.
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On this Wednesday in December Orrin drove his gray jeep to Abigail’s home, a townhouse on Seagrit Boulevard just off of Beach 9th Street in Far Rockaway. Abigail lives in this, fairly new, brown brick structure, with her mom, Beatrice. Beatrice is an assistant principal at a middle school in town, she at age fifty-five, lost her first husband, Albert Morris, five years ago. Albert, a dentist who had a heart attack, was a loving husband and father. Beatrice married again three years ago to a fellow with a music shop onCentral Avenue named Arnold Orrville.
Arnold a well traveled man of sixty-six, looked his age, but was a pleasant and extremely bright fellow. Orrin, invited for dinner, wasn’t what would be expected from a young man meeting the parents of a lady he was seriously interested in, he wasn’t nervous nor was he a laconic sea captain turned lighthouse keeper type. He was animated, upbeat, and comfortable, speaking as well as listening. But the bigger surprise came not from Beatrice or Abigail, but from the stepfather, Arnold Orrville, not because he told Orrin, “If you’re smart you’ll ask this young lady to marry you before someone snatches her away from you.” Yes, that was a very happy and hopeful shock, but the greater shock came from Orrin toward the end of the evening when the two men were talking music andArnoldbrought out two guitars. They played jazz tunes, with Orrin, after twenty minutes realizing that he was playing music with a once very famous musician, who was pronounced dead more than thirty-five years ago.
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To be continued…
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- 2 weeks ago
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City Spring City Spring
- From: edngu
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Description:Little hidden corners, ground color, sunny warm air, release of life...
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- 3 weeks ago
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Red Tail Hawk on the ground Red Tail Hawk on the ground
- From: pseudomonas42
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- 3 months ago
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Set myself free Set myself free
- From: Jennifurious
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I had been in a relationship for 10 years and kept holding on and hanging in there hoping the other half would come around. Some events happened and I still stuck around hoping there would be a chance our lives would end up like we had hoped for when we first met back in the day. Yet by listening to my gut I had to do some investigating for myself for something told me things were not really how they appeared to be, and what I saw sent me in shock and my hands began to shake as I scoured threw the evidence. It was just discusting the things I saw in photos and in text, I called him out and he was quick to use the type phrase "its not how it looks" I am just trying to help her, and the photos are for art he says. That little girl inside me felt scared to leave him for he said he loved me... and I knew of nothing else and feared being alone. He says "I'm sorry, she is ruining our relationship and I am cutting her off" and I believe him.
Time went by and I could sense that something still was not right, with my mind and heart in a battle I needed conformation that what I was feeling was right. So I did what I had to do and went investigating for the truth. I could not eat, was drinking a lot, and felt depressed for the first time in my life and at this point I realized I cannot go on living this way. So I let him know I do not love you anymore and we cannot be together. He is in shock and pleads for another chance, he had a way of saying certain things to me that would make me turn around and do things he wanted me to do, but that no longer works and I stood my ground strong. This caused him to go into a form a desperation and acted in a way I had never seen, and that was my sign to run for my life, sanity, future.
I am now a free woman and look forward to what is to come in the future. I feel more determined than ever to succede at my goals, and even though he said I will be alone and no one willl ever love me the way he has ( which I hope is true because that was not love) my life is much better without his "love".
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- 4 months ago
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Concentration Concentration
- From: LarryJ
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My grandson chase down a ground ball.
- 4 months ago
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Skynoise Skynoise
- From: DAMP
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kaleidoscope created from a cloud\ground photo from the airplane
- 4 months ago
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A Leaf On The Ground A Leaf On The Ground
- From: nappyheadart
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- 4 months ago
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"Or do you long for the dim sl "Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground?" - W. B. Yeats (The Death of Cuchulain)
- From: allenhenriquez
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Pen+ink on paper, 2013.
- 4 months ago
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photography lesson photography lesson
- From: diver5115
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From photographer Steve Coleman's facebook page 12/29/12:
An Art Director was looking at a portfolio of a young Jay Maisel and said, "You're walking too fast."
Jay replied, "How do you know i'm walking too fast"
The AD said "There's nothing happening in your pictures. You're shooting and moving on, you're shooting and moving on, you're not waiting for anything to develop"
Jay says of this lesson... "It's not a matter of how much ground you cover... what's important is what you see, and if you're walking too fast, you won't see." - Blog post
- 5 months ago
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Story Series Story Series
- From: allenhenriquez
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Wild Horses Live
Part 3
It can not be said that Blake Cory Greystock changed the course of his life because he failed to deal with Carter Russell properly. Carter had been on a high speed downward path from the moment his mother, Chloe Wintertree Russell, died of a drug overdose when he was sixteen. If you encountered him in route and you didn't get clear fast enough he would do what he could to drag you along. However Blake didn't know how bent on destruction Carter was and if at some point he realized it, it was too late now to get up, and around him.
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On this Friday in July the temperatures stirred the kettle that was a hot and humid day, and served it slowly, with meticulous care, and equal distribution. Down near the river it was as hot as the open fields, hills, and roadways, with a variety of vegetation alert and at attention as were: birds, beaver, caterpillars, ants, worms, and weasels. A two legged mobile type, Carter Russell, was, and is, up at dawn with a heighten focus and determination.
Carter Russell had gone down to the river and set some bear traps around a staged campsite, created with used cans, food, and sugary treats, to lure the bears into the traps. Carter presently was in his gray pick up moving just off of a wooded area on a dirt road, and in thought. His truck climbed up an inclined pathway not far from where his father, Leland Russell, had gone fishing for the last time some years back. Leland Russell worked at the lumber mill, his work ethic was good, he was a very good employee, but on his time off he was a hard drinking, angry man. He beat Carter and his mother, but as Carter got older he fought back, as did his mom. On one occasion Leland hit Chloe in the mouth with blood flowing, after which he stumbled away through the kitchen to pick up his bottle and head into the backyard. But on the back porch Chloe cracked him over the head with a bat, knocking him to the ground unconscious. Later a neighbor inquired about the sprawled out Leland, while Chloe was picking tomatoes, at which point she advised, "Drinks too much for his own good." But when Leland hit his head on a stone shoreline having passed out drunk while fishing, and died; his mother now free from his abuse killed herself. The why of this torments Carter on this day, and every day.
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Blake was in the process of selling off his livestock to neighbors. He'd already sold his horses, cow, and bull, and was carrying cages filled with chickens and a rooster to a customer, in his blue pick up, when he passed Carter just off his property line with his back to the road, urinating; with a cigarette in his mouth. The message and intent were obvious.
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To be continued. . .
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- 5 months ago
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temptation temptation
- From: bothellite
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We stood facing each other and Lilly continued to hold my arms as if
anticipating something. I didn't know what to say so I just looked at
the ground, at me shoes, waiting and not knowing what to do next. Then
she took her hands and placed them on the sides of my head and kind of
gave me a hands on head hug of sorts and it made me smile, I looked up
at her at that moment and she smiled back. It felt very reassuring.
She walked a few steps away and with her head thrown back Lilly
stretched as she stood in the loafing shed door. She seemed to be
absorbing the sunshine with pleasure. Somehow she reminded me of a cat
enjoying the same. Her top rose up to show me a little more of what I
was introduced to during the morning milking and she focused on me
from the corner of her eye as if she anticipated my attention. She
settled back to turn towards me. She walked over and put her hands on
me again as she scanned my eyes. 'I like you Tom and I know that you
have a good heart.' She was so close to me that I noticed something
wonderful, an odor most compelling and I screamed in my mind's
silence, 'God, you're beautiful!' She immediately smiled and turned
that into a kind of wry magical glint as she said, 'Thank you!' I
think that I jumped back with the realization that she was responding
to my thoughts. Then she stepped forward and gave me a kiss. 'O-o-o-
oh' I sighed, trailing off, and I must have looked like I was going to
pass out because she gave me a hug, holding me up and told me that I
was going to be just fine. - 5 months ago
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Please, enlarge..and take a bit of distance to monitor when viewing.. these three images are 'same' photograph..viewable from several sides (3)... I uploaded all three..Many of my water scape photos are viewable from various sides.. am intrigued by the 'journey'...
Photo series taken Nov.27,2012 at my longtime friends Pauline and Jacks' residence- in Southern California.. --------------------------------------------- pool men came to clear out swimming pool of debris.. I take pictures of the movement in water, when they work..from bottom of pool upwards, or sideways..bringing the water into various movements..levels of intermittent..often meet..and the sunlight seems to get pulled through too..images and images form..captivating light plays within turquoise colored water..Due to reflections of trees..in various areas..darker colors of blue appear.. also pulled through by nets..and water vacuums on ground of pool..Most interesting for my eyes..intrigues and inspires.. Unfortunately I cannot get closer..or would hinder their work.. but..at least, I discovered the journey...and look forwards to each Tuesday late morning... Wonder..when the storms come again ..very late in autumn..and throughout winter..what I will discover then... Most likely..fantastic light play in darkest of hues..and other kind of 'debris'..Nature leaves there..What a 'Dance' it is going to be... ..
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Please, enlarge..and take a bit of distance to monitor when viewing..
Photo series taken Nov.27,2012 at my longtime friends Pauline and Jacks' residence- in Southern California.. --------------------------------------------- pool men came to clear out swimming pool of debris.. I take pictures of the movement in water, when they work..from bottom of pool upwards, or sideways..bringing the water into various movements..levels of intermittent..often meet..and the sunlight seems to get pulled through too..images and images form..captivating light plays within turquoise colored water..Due to reflections of trees..in various areas..darker colors of blue appear.. also pulled through by nets..and water vacuums on ground of pool..Most interesting for my eyes..intrigues and inspires.. Unfortunately I cannot get closer..or would hinder their work.. but..at least, I discovered the journey...and look forwards to each Tuesday late morning... Wonder..when the storms come again ..very late in autumn..and throughout winter..what I will discover then... Most likely..fantastic light play in darkest of hues..and other kind of 'debris'..Nature leaves there..What a 'Dance' it is going to be... ..
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Please, enlarge..and take a bit of distance to monitor when viewing..
Photo series taken Nov.27,2012 at my longtime friends Pauline and Jacks' residence- in Southern California.. --------------------------------------------- pool men came to clear out swimming pool of debris.. I take pictures of the movement in water, when they work..from bottom of pool upwards, or sideways..bringing the water into various movements..levels of intermittent..often meet..and the sunlight seems to get pulled through too..images and images form..captivating light plays within turquoise colored water..Due to reflections of trees..in various areas..darker colors of blue appear.. also pulled through by nets..and water vacuums on ground of pool..Most interesting for my eyes..intrigues and inspires.. Unfortunately I cannot get closer..or would hinder their work.. but..at least, I discovered the journey...and look forwards to each Tuesday late morning... Wonder..when the storms come again ..very late in autumn..and throughout winter..what I will discover then... Most likely..fantastic light play in darkest of hues..and other kind of 'debris'..Nature leaves there..What a 'Dance' it is going to be... ..
- 6 months ago
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Story Series Story Series
- From: allenhenriquez
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The Mischievous Maria by Allen Henriquez
Part 10
It was 8pm in the Roackaways and Celia's Smart Shop on Rockaway Beach Boulevard near Beach 116th Street had just closed for the day into night. However upon exiting Maria had her purse snatched by a homeless panhandler, Gary, who usually hustled for change down near Beach 90th Street. But on this Friday, pay day for the Smart Shop staff, Gary traveled uptown and now seemed headed back down the beach, with Maria's purse in his hands. Gary Martin, a thin, scuffy looking guy, was in a full sprint, but to his great surprise found himself on the ground after being tackled by Jack Cueto, another homeless man, whose regular area to collect change was near the Smart Shop. However, Jack's tackle on Gary's grimy person wasn't territorial; it was due to his great affection for maria, who always found some change to pass along to him. Gary managed to roll free of Jack, but not before Jack wrestled Maria's purse away from him. Maria, fearful of another such attack from the thief, called the police, who picked up Gary Martin at a hotel hours later. The Seaview Inn was used as a shelter for former law breakers in need of housing. Gary did a bid in the hoosegow but was back on the street in less than thirty days.
Gary never uttered the name Valencia Maldonado, because he only did a short stay in the lock up, and Valencia had paid him before the purse snatching, and again when he got out of jail.
Valencia's third calamity was the final and fatal one planned. She spiked Maria's lemonade drink with rat poison. Poison she'd gotten from her husband who knew the exterminator for the local school he worked at. Valencia advised Felipe that there was a rat in the basement of their building that she'd spotted, this she played up with a full performance, filled with tears, but the only rat she'd seen was the one in the mirror and this rat was very skilled at acting and conniving.
However after spiking the drink that had been opened and placed in the fridge at the shop by Maria, Valencia's plan took a terrible turn when Tiara Sanchez whispered to her that Maria was in the bathroom praying with her rosary beads to, as she said, "Chase away the evil she felt all around her."
This information from Tiara startled Valencia, whether it was divine intervention, the rosary beads, or the bright light that overwhelms evil when their darkest deeds are suddenly yanked out into the light, isn't known, but in her mind everything had shifted. Valencia then after reflection got up, retrieved the lemonade drink from the fridge, and poured it down the drain. She then slowly, and without comment, walked out of the shop to the beach, a few blocks away, and waded in the ocean. Celia, who had been closely observing Valencia, followed her after a few minutes out the shop, taking the homeless fellow Jack with her to the beach. When the two arrived at the water's edge Valencia was up to her neck in foaming waves, with Jack jumping in after her. Jack pulled Valencia out in her water logged clothes after she'd gone under the water and disappeared.
To be continued. . .
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- 6 months ago
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