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Story Series Story Series
- From: allenhenriquez
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The Mischievous Maria by Allen Henriquez
Part 2
The #22 bus headed up the beach in the Rockaways on this Thursday morning was overflowing with customers. It had rained in the early morning and at seven forty-five was now easing into a nothingness of dribbling water. The bus smelled of rain soaked clothes, wet sneakers, and a mixture of soured cologne and perfume. But the passengers in their grumpy mode due to the weather, were still polite, and moved at a reasonable pace on and off the bus.
The driver, one Joseph Perez, was a tall and slim fellow with a pencil thin mustache and close cut hair. He was always professional and with care and concern for his passengers, most of whom were regular customers. Joseph, twenty-eight, had been a bus driver on the #22 for the last three months, prior to that he worked on the #21 bus line for three years. Joseph going into his fourth year as a driver drove for a car service company: Zippo Services. His time on the job at the car service was erratic due to his Army Reserve commitment, most particular the recalls into active duty and his deployment overseas during the wars in Afghanistan andIraq.
But now with his military duty at an end, he, with great appreciation for the job of driving a bus, found it to be an honorable profession, one that he did with diligence and humility.
However Joseph was in no way prepared for the abstraction of romantic overtures thrust upon him by first Valencia Maldonado and then by the bright eyed effervescence of Maria Sanchez. Yes Joseph was available, young, single, and vulnerable to a pretty woman’s charms, but going into it all it was clearly a menu for disaster, but yet he couldn’t option himself out and free of it.
To be continued. . .
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- 8 months ago
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Story Series Story Series
- From: allenhenriquez
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Clearly Rusty and Worn by Allen Henriquez
Part III
Agnes Peters a middle-aged housekeeper for Abner Yost had a dedication to giving her best effort whether: appreciated, rewarded, acknowledged, or not. Agnes a church goer on Sunday and with respect to all the other six, became a live-in worker for her employer, Abner Yost, after her husband died of a heart attack one year ago, her Jerome Peters, was only forty-nine. But with the end not revealed, time is a priceless commodity, and for Agnes time spent helping others had value. Abner Yost, decimated by his wife’s sudden departure, needed Agnes’ help now desperately.
The sickness of spirit that fell Abner was pulling him down deeper each day to where Agnes needed help to bring him out of it. He had been a successful real estate agent until the country’s economy crashed, then like everyone else he began to struggle financially. Colleen Wadhurst, forty-seven, an attractive, but very self-absorbed person, became extremely hostile with her husband when the cash flow collapsed. Colleen then began to live out a rather mysterious day-to-day routine with little logical accountability for her comings and goings, until one day she left, and needed no return explanation. The nothingness of her unending absence was in itself a detailed discourse.
But Abner, with no friends, and Agnes unable to get him to seek medical assistance, left her only choice being the former rival of Abner’s, Rusty Michaels, to try and bring him to his senses.
Rusty, who was married to Colleen ten years earlier, used to come by the house to speak to Colleen after the break up and the divorce. He was always calm and respectful, but still in need of some type of interaction with her until one day he stopped coming. Before that time he would knock on the door, speak to Colleen briefly, then leave. He never entered the house or looked inside until this day, when he came to help Agnes, help Abner.
“You know you should get some sun or something. This Dracula look with the stubble is really hideous,” Rusty advises Abner.
“Why not rest your retinas and get back on the sandy trail to your place, you know, like now,” Abner replies while still pacing the floor in an effort to alter the flow of grief’s sudden and more intense attack.
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To be continued. . .
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- 9 months ago
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Into Pink Nothingness Into Pink Nothingness
- From: edngu
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- 11 months ago
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Compacted Compacted
- From: fredgasbury
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12 x 12 inch digital image. This is directed toward pure abstraction so you are at liberty to imagine what you want. Design, color, texture, feel, emotion, and ability to refine the image to perfect nothingness is what I am trying to achieve. Nothingness that encompasses everything. This image can be purchased for $75 with free shipping. It is an archiveal print on acid free paper, signed, from an open edition. The image is one of my original photographs highly modified and refined.
- 1 year ago
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Story Series Story Series
- From: allenhenriquez
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Across the Northern Border by Allen Henriquez
Part XIX
The two having traveled to Quebec with departure on an ocean liner into the Golfe du St. Laurent imminent, are now separated. Tilly is on the deck of the ship, and waves goodbye to her friend. Carol, summing up all her strength, waves back to Tilly as the ship’s behemoth shape eases out of the pier. Her knees shake, her mouth quivers, and her eyes drain at a rate and volume that has not been a part of her adult life. The ship takes an extended period to leave the pier and sail well into the Golfe which leads into theAtlantic, but with the crowds having dissipated and continued on with their lives. Carol is still standing in the same spot watching and lost in the moment, with no thoughts of what will be. But in her sad, seemingly, nothingness, a thought of great value enters into her head.
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In life time coordinates itself and doesn’t slow down or speed up to accommodate, the individual must find a way to use it wisely.
A year has passed, with several postcards from Tilly and Carol exchanged, with Carol happy for their continued interaction.
Tilly had a good friendship with a mechanic who ran an auto repair out of a garage just outside of the city limits, he was on good terms with Carol as well. The mechanic, Chester Embers, was known for buying, then rebuilding cars, and reselling them. He worked on them for the profit on resale, and the love of salvaging a seemingly past its time vehicle and extending its life span on the road. Carol had given him money every month and he rebuilt a car for her and her travel plans.
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To be continued. . .
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- 1 year ago
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Vision... Vision...
- From: Former member
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Vision..., pastels, 60x40 cm, 2011
My last vision... SUFFERING....Midnight 7/8 of September 2011
Loneliness
My Lord ...From the waters vastness Earts abyss
From the desert of nothingness ignorance and stupidity
I cry to you...
Take the cold loneliness impotence ...
Vanity of silence
And the hearts coldness what instead of hot to be
Remain dry in the last moments of breath
Take... sorrow grief ... despair of poverty
In the pilgrims wandering
God of Abraham Isaac Jacob
O Lord... my God...
I cry to you
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Hear me ... my God ...
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Replace the empty loneliness in the ocean tender meetings
Powerlessness in the power of creation
In Your Goodness change evil streets fermenting darkness
And desires of human existence
In the droplets of morning dew
On leaves from love quivering
You ... my Love
Spread petals of roses a dreams come true
You- Eternal Light
And Heaven... happiness burning goodness
For all the continuing love ...
Hug and me ... sing lullaby to sleep ...
LuiseSorry..
in the Polish language, this poem, my pray.... is very harmonious ...I translate , I can`t do it to good if I like...always in the morning...simultaneous...once again sorry...correct me..please.
- 2 years ago
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Re: Second look Re: Second look
- From: Stegosaurus_With_Wings
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This discussion is comical to me, everything I have on this site I have put up from around a year ago I feel has not really gotten the attention it deserves. Its hard to think of one specific picture... This one is more recent.
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The Monday Play The Monday Play
- From: allenhenriquez
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The Jagged Pieces of My Shattered Cup by Allen Henriquez
CAST OF CHARACTERS
RAMON: a Christian believer
EUGENE: a Caru disciple
SEYRENA: a Caru disciple
CARU: a religious leader
JEREMIAH: a treasure hunter/criminal
CELINA: a treasure hunter/criminal
JAKE: a man of so called “spiritual” power
SETTING
A clearing in the woods. A space on a plateau with an unseen beach below with a path stage left leading down to it. Stage right a shelter with a campfire setup.
Scene One.
RAMON is sitting on a log to the right of the campfire.
RAMON
Never roads untraveled. Hearts unbroken. Wine glasses unfilled. I did consume all. But now meager is the word of best reference. Meager most humbly. Meager most thankful-ly, most deliciously. In an environment ravaged by technology. Oceans deep, skies thick with crust and crashed with crude. Mankind’s demise looming. Revelations blooming. The fist of annihilation plummeting, bashing most brutally.
(RAMON stands and walks stage center.)
But darkness in man’s treacherous betrayal of the Almighty’s paradise. Thou shall not find my bones. When day’s new light arrives breathing its freshness, standing I shall be. Near a river clear, a sky clean, trees raw and brawny. So will I in leisure lay. Fresh fruit, fat nuts will I consume. Attendance when taken…
(RAMON raises his arms up toward the heavens.)
So shall I be gloriously present. Gloriously alive…Alive.
(Enter EUGENE, right. RAMON stands and observes EUGENE.)
EUGENE
Grandly inspired so I interrupt? Be this the calling? The voice from the other side of the sky singing down for your presence, crying out for your spirit?
RAMON
Mock not. For the taste of death be not sweet to your palate.
EUGENE
Bitterness, I perceive is the taste on your cracked lips, of foul flavor.
RAMON
Why clutter and contaminate my space with your insignificance?
EUGENE
Word has blossomed. Its flower sweet. Its fragrance steeped with information.
RAMON
What botany of brilliance could you conceivably nurture?
EUGENE
Knowledge of the unknown.
RAMON
From what planted growth has this sprang?
EUGENE
The arrival of, you jester of forest wit, not the growth of.
RAMON
The arrival of what? In what form? And by what means could you conceivably nurture order? Your riddles of profound nothingness amuse only the ignorant.
EUGENE
I listen with baited breathe for your howl of dumbfounded delight. Were you required to drink in wisdom, dehydration would consume your being as shrivel is to a prune. It is the arrival of Caru.
To Be Continued...
Copyright © by Allen Henriquez
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- 3 years ago
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No American Dream (detail of h No American Dream (detail of hand)
- From: camlette
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Pastel on UART paper
More of my "Working Class American's" Series.
I'm trying to capture the loneliness,
difficulties, anonymous desperation, nothingness, and hard won
hopefulness of the working class way of life in America. - 4 years ago
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No American Dream No American Dream
- From: camlette
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Description:style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"
Pastel on UART paper
More of my "Working Class American's" Series.
I'm trying to capture the loneliness,
difficulties, anonymous desperation, nothingness, and hard won
hopefulness of the working class way of life in America. - 4 years ago
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Works For A Living Works For A Living
- From: camlette
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Description:
Pastel on Wallis paper
More of my "Working Class American's" Series.
I'm trying to capture the loneliness,
difficulties, anonymous desperation, nothingness, and hard won
hopefulness of the working class way of life in America.
(I know, I grew up that way). - 4 years ago
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Another job passes by Another job passes by
- From: ahagmann
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Picture 1:
5:42 am 7/20/2009
Have you ever felt like you look inside and there is NOTHING left? This truck was worked to death. It has now been placed on the back 40 to rot. It has been shot. It has been beat with poles. It has had rocks thrown at every piece of glass. Tires slashed and anything useful taken. I am sure it served a purpose in its day... Have I served mine?Picture 2:
Oh, look another job just passed me by
Picture 3:
6:32 am 7/20/2009
As I sit I am listining to Matthew West sing my favorite song- The Motions-
This might hurt
It’s not safe
But I know that I’ve gotta make a change
I don’t care
If I break
At least I’ll be feeling something
‘Cause just ok
Is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of life
I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
Without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking
What if I had given everything?
Instead of going through the motions
No regrets
Not this time
I’m gonna let my heart defeat my mind
Let Your love
Make me whole
I think I’m finally feeling something
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Take me all the way - 4 years ago
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Just OK Just OK
- From: ahagmann
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Description:
Picture 1:
5:42 am 7/20/2009
Have you ever felt like you look inside and there is NOTHING left? This truck was worked to death. It has now been placed on the back 40 to rot. It has been shot. It has been beat with poles. It has had rocks thrown at every piece of glass. Tires slashed and anything useful taken. I am sure it served a purpose in its day... Have I served mine?Picture 2:
Oh, look another job just passed me by
Picture 3:
6:32 am 7/20/2009
As I sit I am listining to Matthew West sing my favorite song- The Motions-
This might hurt
It’s not safe
But I know that I’ve gotta make a change
I don’t care
If I break
At least I’ll be feeling something
‘Cause just ok
Is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of life
I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
Without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking
What if I had given everything?
Instead of going through the motions
No regrets
Not this time
I’m gonna let my heart defeat my mind
Let Your love
Make me whole
I think I’m finally feeling something
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Take me all the way - 4 years ago
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Looking inside to find nothing Looking inside to find nothing left
- From: ahagmann
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Description:
Picture 1:
5:42 am 7/20/2009
Have you ever felt like you look inside and there is NOTHING left? This truck was worked to death. It has now been placed on the back 40 to rot. It has been shot. It has been beat with poles. It has had rocks thrown at every piece of glass. Tires slashed and anything useful taken. I am sure it served a purpose in its day... Have I served mine?Picture 2:
Oh, look another job just passed me by
Picture 3:
6:32 am 7/20/2009
As I sit I am listining to Matthew West sing my favorite song- The Motions-
This might hurt
It’s not safe
But I know that I’ve gotta make a change
I don’t care
If I break
At least I’ll be feeling something
‘Cause just ok
Is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of life
I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
Without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking
What if I had given everything?
Instead of going through the motions
No regrets
Not this time
I’m gonna let my heart defeat my mind
Let Your love
Make me whole
I think I’m finally feeling something
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Take me all the way - 4 years ago
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Random nothingness Random nothingness
- From: joepro69
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Description:
Oil,spray paint ,ink,stone,ceramic,cigarettes,screw and bottle caps on wood.
- 4 years ago
- Views: 112
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Dream On (don't buy it) Dream On (don't buy it)
- From: camlette
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Description:
Pastel on UART pastel paper.
A new series of pastel figurative paintings. I'm trying to capture the loneliness, difficulties, anonymous desperation, nothingness, and hard won hopefulness of the working class way of life in America. (I know, I grew up that way).
- 5 years ago
- Views: 354
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Soda Pop Soda Pop
- From: camlette
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Description:
Finished painting. Pastel on UART pastel paper.
A new series of pastel figurative paintings. I'm trying to capture the loneliness, difficulties, anonymous desperation, nothingness, and hard won hopefulness of the working class way of life in America. (I know, I grew up that way).
- 5 years ago
- Views: 122
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Care Taker Care Taker
- From: camlette
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Description:Pastel on UART paper. A new series of pastel figurative paintings. I'm trying to capture the loneliness, difficulties, anonymous desperation, nothingness, and hard won hopefulness of the working class way of life in America. (I know, I grew up that way).
- 5 years ago
- Views: 324
