Second Fiction Post

And now for another brief fiction story...


The smoke finally cleared and John Fleming looked down at Scarlett Hawkins's body as it laid face down on the garage floor. "No!" he said and then looked at the pistol in his right hand.  Everything went wrong.  It wasn't supposed to go like this. The incident replayed in his mind.  His hand touching her buttocks, her struggle with him, his attempt to kiss her, and then her threat to not only tell her parents, but to tell his wife, Lisa, what he had done.

"Two years I've waited for this chance," he said.  "What have I done?  What am I going to do now?"

The man turned and laid the pistol on a workbench.  His hand shook as he did so.

"Do you realize just how freaking irritating that is?"

The 48-year-old man froze in place as he heard the redheaded teenager's question.  Finally, he turned around and looked in shock at her as she stood there in front of him.  The bullet hole in her chest slowly closed up, though the blood she had lost still decorated her black shirt around the hole.

"How dare you!" she said.  "I HATE BEING KILLED, YOU PERVERTED JERK!"

The teen advanced on him and he grabbed the pistol, cocked it and fired it into her chest once more.

Scarlett fell onto the floor again and and he looked at her still body.

Several seconds later, John turned around, stumbled to a trashcan and fell to his knees.  He sobbed for nearly a minute, then vomited.

As he got sick, the girl's left hand twitched and she sat up and looked at a hatchet on the workbench.  As she stood up once more, blood poured from the bullet hole onto the floor.

She gripped the wooden handle as she hefted the hatchet and moved towards the sick man.


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Not all of my stories will be nice, either.

Peace be unto you.

Random Post 2

Just had a frozen thin crust pizza - California Pizza Kitchen' s BBQ recipe Chicken pizza.  It was delicious.  Sometime in the future, I'll have to go west and try the pizzas in the actual restaurant.

Thanks go to my son for buying it.

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Cleaning up my items and came across something I should always remember:  Don't worry about people stealing your ideas.  If they are any good, you'll have to ram them down their throats!

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People who are disturbed by the results of the election, just remember:  No matter who's in office, we still have to go forward and live our lives.

For those of you who are dancing and cheering about Hillary Clinton losing, be careful what you wish for.  You just might get it.  After all, God sometimes gives us what we ask for, and that is when reality can hit like a brick.  May the reality not be as bad as it can be.

Show empathy for those who you oppose politically.  If you are a follower of Jesus Christ, I shouldn't have to write this.  The sad thing is that I have to write this.  Too many so-called believers hate their political opponents.  Don't get on that boat.  Don't embrace the hatred.


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Never tell anyone that you hope their dreams come true.  After all, nightmares are dreams, too.

That's all for now.

Peace be unto you.

A Small Piece of Fiction

Bought a new car today called the Odysseus.  It gets great mileage, but I wandered around for what felt like ten years before I got back home.

I don't really want to get into what happened after I got home.  Let's just say it was a very bloody mess and leave it at that.

I guess that's what happens when you go to a dealership called Circe Motors.

Now, I've got to go to the go to the grocery store and replace a lot of beef and pork. Man, I can't believe how much got ate up while I was gone.



Like I wrote on an earlier post, don't expect what I write to always make sense.

Peace be unto you.

Something Interesting I'm Trying

Lately I've heard  about an idea about appreciating food more that also has side benefits.  That idea is called slow eating.

The concept is rather simple.  You take a bite of food, try to chew it thirty times, swallow, then wait thirty seconds before you repeat the process.  Those touting its virtues say that it helps you to savor and appreciate your food, eat less, lower your stress levels, and to lose both weight and inches.

I've heard about this concept several times over the last few years as an alternative to our "hurry up and go!" lifestyles that push us to not slow down for anything.  Added to that is a religious background common to many U.S. citizens that believes that stretching out a meal is at best self-indulgent, and at worst a sin against God Himself.

I think slow eating has merit, myself, and have launched onto a six-month experiment, using myself as the guinea pig.  Other benefits I see coming from this includes spending less money on food, more talking with those I love (an admitted weakness of mine), and possibly a way to remove mental clutter from my mind.

The experiment actually started on October 22 (I've been without a computer lately) and my first meal was a bowl of apple cinnamon cereal.  I took a bite, set my spoon down and counted to thirty, after I swallowed.  Then I took another bite, and repeated the process until the cereal was gone.  However, I drank my coffee at the same normal pace I always do.

My cereal got soggy before I finished it, so either I need to eat two smaller bowls, or make do with one smaller bowl.

In what I've seen so far, the amount of "chews" (which sounds oddly sounds disgusting, btw) can range from seven to forty-five, depending on what you're eating.  I may have to widen the range, for I haven't had pork chops in a while, a pork is a lot denser than beef.

The next thing I ate was an apple cinnamon doughnut from an apple orchard near Mount Pleasant, Indiana.  I promptly forgot about eating slow and wolfed it down in just a few seconds.  You would think that my mistake would've ended the experiment, right on day one.

Not so.  One doughnut - especially a small one - does not derail an experiment.  My family and I then went on to Cracker Barrel, and that's where I saw the potential - and power - of slow eating.

Whenever we go to Cracker Barrel, I almost always get the same meal: a grilled sirloin steak with three side dishes, along with biscuits.  Normally, I'd have very little to take home, if any

I cut my steak into small pieces, and had a small area set up with steak sauce and ketchup for my steak fries.

Then, no matter what I ate, I'd take a bite, set my fork on the plate, chew up and swallow the food, and then counted to thirty, or talked with my family.  When you're eating with family, it's easy to space time out between bites.

We spent half an hour at the table, approximately, after we got our food.  I ended up taking home half the meal, except for the coleslaw. (An aside:  Cracker Barrel food is - to me - delicious and well-made, but their coleslaw is easily beat by what my local grocery store sells in their meat and deli section.)

I noticed a difference on this meal, which is what I wanted to share.  By eating slow and pacing myself, I was actually able to notice when I was full.

A very illuminating thing to experience.  Added with keeping a food diary, it will be interesting to see how things work out later.

Peace be unto you.

Rest in peace, Robert Vaughn

I just learned yesterday that actor Robert Vaughn died at the age of 83 from leukemia.  This saddens me.  I remember watching The Man From U.N.C.L.E. as a child (and reading the Gold Key comic book as well.)  Lately he was the spokesman for Glaser and Ebbs, a law firm in my part of Indiana.

Then there's the numerous movies and TV shows I've seen him in over the years.

Rest in peace, Mr. Vaughn.

Peace be unto you.