lets try this and see where i end up,

look, i hate to do this but, i can't find any HARD-CORE readers any where.

so here you go, if you close this down than its fine with me, as long as my peers see what i can brew..and stir up...thank you...

well see what y'all think, i know where it belongs so don't bash my balls a'ight..

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1998 World Winds with Highly Warm Hands.

What is there to say now?
Getting this started brought back memories in a rush.
Like a song you never heard in a long time, or a letter re-opened years after.
These tears are the obvious emotion for this, but it was never like that.
The feelings of being so Young and getting started with LIFE.
Seems to be the reason why we’re apart, never to be 16 again.

1998 is so long ago, 6 years and 6 months; Many new songs, new dances.
What can I say? Its been a long time....(Guess who wants your phone number?)
I was Young and played it cool when you was around.
New Peers in Junior-High, so easy to get lost without friends
Who are your Friends?...here are my Friends...know any of ‘em?
Vivid Memories of exchanging smiles before class, puppy-love at its finest.
Finally exchanged our Phone Numbers as well, as the streets we live.
Months of youthful Fun, smiles in the sun, and weekend comfort.
..Until, the World forced us to grow up and go to new places...
...Hey...its hard to go away, stuck with Today as I heard a song we use to play

Nothing was ever wrong, nothing to be nervous about.
Never thought theses words would combine to tell you, I miss you.
Away and getting old, too much truth for a fantasy like Peter Pan to exist.
Man..! I wonder how you look now, a woman now?
I only wish the best for you, the wish you deserve with God’s blessing.
Not a suck-up or a cheap trick to lift your skirt up.
I want nothing to destroy our peace, and nothing to bother our lives.
And to think that You and I didn’t speck for awhile, back when I wasn’t at Peace.
I remember those weeks apart and that Late Night call.
The World seemed to stop and I could hear your heart beats from across town.
Not ashamed, and so free to call 1998 a year of Literal Reality with a Fantasy Feel.

These words are the truth, I have enough prof for you to understand.
That my Eyes have seen 6 years go by and close without your figure.
Or your Friends who dissected my every word...and continued to hassle me.
Yeah, I’m getting old, You and I, as well as our friends.
See the reasons and you would agree,
That year of 1998 will never be re-lived again, nor will our History be written in Latin.
So I hope you got the letter I sent; its more for you, and less of me, the best for both.

So you see why this brought back pure Memories about You and I,
How many more years will it take before we both realize what we lost?
It took me 6, What about You? Im Living Life like all others,
Only on a slow pace, It works Best for a Man like Me,
Can’t Rush the Time, Need Time to Trust....you, understand don’t you?
Still getting use to Living Life like You and Everyone in this Changing World.

Wow, I really like it. ✅ But it would go better in the Fiction forum ✅

you got any more?

Hmmmmmm, I am a teacher....typos aside I'd give it an A. Nicely done! 🙂

dR. i have a whole lot more, i was away from KMC for about a month, and during that time, i wrote every time i had a chance. now i feel like sharing them. i liked to be judged, but not on the legal level...i will post one more,

fo' sho' they gonna close this, so you and all can find them in the GFA...

thanks, teach....i see, i see..

BOO!!.....Where you running?

DANGEROUS SPIDERS, SILKY SNAKES, POISONS OF DIFFERENT FLAVORS.
Watch for the death bite, they scurry with 8 eyes trying to bite you.
You don’t tell them to come, they follow the rest like a army of fangs and legs.
Careful with the shadows in the grass, they slither with a quick strike!
A slow death if you can’t get to the ER, “ Help! My Heart is going to stop.”
Choose your Poison from a list of Venomous fangs, Vampires also count.
HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND MY CONCERN, EVEN IF YOU CAN SMASH THEM.

CLOSET MONSTERS, BOGGY-MAN SHADOWS, NIGHT DEMONS
To the kids alone in the night: Monsters never sleep when they hear you speck.
Street lights and star lights stretch the shadows for the mind to question
What shadows are there to choose from? “Mama! I’m not turning off my nightlight!”
That one looks like a branch or is that a Monster hanging from the roof?
BEWARE!! Monsters have names like you and me, sneaky beings who crept the night.
NOT ALL MONSTERS ARE FOUND IN BOOKS, TRY THE FRONT PAGE.

ALONE AND QUIET, UNKNOWN AND WHAT IF.
The dark wind starts to annoy you, then you notice just how quiet it is in your house.
ALONE with silent squeaky doors. What was that?! “What the **** was that?”
Unknown sounds echo off your basement walls, while you pick up a Oak BAT.
Paranoid and visualizing the worst outcome, a problem you never have in front of friends.
YOUR THOUGHTS OF FEAR ARE LOUDER WHEN YOU SIT ALONE

DEVILS AND GHOST, FUN OR REAL, FUNERALS FOR SOME.
Halloween treaters ask for candy and dress for the night, little demons from the world of fun.
A single night with hours to spare and a trip across town for some candies,
Done once a year after school. Remember its for fun, unlike the older kids:
Meet the real Cults from this World of Sin, A group of Satanic Cults chant black verses.
A few Cults go to the extremes and execute a First-Degree-Felony.
These humans love: “ MANSON, DAHMER, BUNDY,& S.O.S...and their beliefs.”
A EPISODE OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE, NO TRUTH IN WHAT THEY DO

PEACE, WAR, KILL, CHANGING THE RULES TO MATCH MINE
The years before the Wars, were spent at the Malls with a list of horny girls’ phone numbers’.
A kid ****ing the shit out my female peers, with no worries about wearing a condom.
Until of course, my ass was drafted for a Third World-War conflict.
The years in that shit, really ****ed with me.
Not a Man, but a certified serial killer with a AK- 47, and a job to patrol.
The wish of many are to make it out alive. A few, like myself choose to Buck the rules
My change is that, I say, “ Gim’me a bytch from the enemy-lines to Buck!”
ITS NO SHAME, A WAR IS WHAT THEY GOT, NO RULES APPLY.

TODAY BRINGS ANOTHER DAY, WITH A NUMBER TO TELL ME THE DATE
Each passing Day is like the Day before, Only we try to alter the outcome with Decisions..
Learn from the Day before and re-write our own History. And before Night becomes Day.
A LIFETIME UNDER THE SUN, AND ETERNITY UNDER A MOUND OF DIRT.

*applauds* Shit... I love your style CK. I know where you're coming from with that last one, I think a lot about how people are ruled by their fears. Keep it up 😄

I just wrote 3 pages of my latest story droolio

well, guys, i hope you identify with these and especially with me, i'm a writer and it seems that everyone is, right? so you see why sometimes i write crazy bull up in here.. just a little side note to my sanity.. now i must greet the sand man and let him take me away..i'm dead tired and work is so early that i have to cover my vampire girlfriend and cook myself some eggs and bacon...peace as i sleep. y'all be careful and wear a jacket when its cold outside..

to dry to be reality around here. but, let me wet your eyes with this one, and maybe a drink of water....
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In the middle of No Where, a desert flat with tumble-weeds.
The Sun above looks like one of those heating lights that keep burgers warm.
No roads, no pavement, no black lines to divide the desert.
Bushes and weeds are the only trees that stand 2 feet tall.
The wind picks up and blows sheets of dust into a man’s face.
He sits in a chair, a Chair good at going down hill.
One of those Chairs with human power, a Cripple-Cart
The man is wearing thick black goggles around his white bald head.
A beard of brown line his jaw, as he sits in the wind without a twitch.
The rest of his body is unclothed and dressed only in black boxers.
His face hangs to his left side, and his body paralyzed with duct-tape.
Movement never comes, as he has a face of maroon blood,
blood that has dried with particles of dirt collected around his open mouth.
A man locked in place, out in a life-less sea of sand,
Goggles Black enough to block out the sun, undisturbed in a empty desert.
What was the case, how did this man get here?
A man sitting in a wheelchair in the middle of the desert?
Sitting with no movement, hours in the sun and sand has not bothered him.
He’s defiantly dead, he ain’t going no where,
even if he’s in a coma, he’s going to be found dead.
Could take up to a day or two before his friends wonder where he is,
Or a month when the Parents get that awful news.
Its very unknown, depends on the activeness of the Police Department.
For now the man sits in the desert as the sunset mirrors on the man’s Goggles.

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there was this terriable accident about a two months ago. ok ..umm there was this gang fight somewhere near the rail road tracks, they fought over weed and money. in that fight, a guy 21 years old was stabbed and killed. he died in the desert. in the desert the killers dragged his slummped body on the tracks. where they hoped to cover up the murder. and what happed next scared me too. the train came rolling along in the desert landscape...and ripped the dead man apart. what inflamed this in my mind was. his dying thought was that his mom and family was to see him in a casket; not knowing that his body was to be sliced and diced...i mean, damn, that was some pure bullshit. pretty scary stuff if you asked me again.

THEM..again!!

Relentless eight-legged bastard munching on a fly under my Back steps.
A Big Black Widow sits in the corner with its legs on the threads.
Draining the victim who flew too close and entered its webbed-tractor-beam.
A Mortal- Mistake deemed by the ugly housefly pilots, they keep away and scatter his ceilings.
Like the start of Pearl Harbor, zigs and zags followed by a buzz.

He hates bugs for every seasons, spray them with “bug spray”
Similar to Saddam’s chemical crimes against humanity,
Only the dead bugs will blow away on a windy day, his reasons to buy chemicals legally.
Good riddance to ugly-squiggly-rubbish like those of the Creeper Legion.
That was last summer, now its the month of December.
The un-killed eggs of last summer return in the middle of his nap, awoken nightmare.

When it got cold and the temperature dropped outside.
The movement of the bugs begin to flow like the traffic after five o’ clock.
And that’s why they are here. Sure is cold outside for the baby spiders.
They sit in a row with the light reflecting in all their eyes.
Mama Spider, with a community of Spiders scatter the floor like oil slick.
A invasion, a sneak attack, D-Day all over again, round up the wagons!!

Aw! Damn! Here they come at full speed, they precede like warrior poets.
A million legs brush and flutter back and forth like over-sized-eye lashes.
Oh, damn, here they come! His choice is to retreat to higher grounds, this is not the Alamo!
Quick on top the stove! The creepers of the earth gather around the bottom of the oven.
“Ow! Ow! What was that?! Ow, I hope that was the burners! Ouch! Ow! AAAHHHHHH!!!”
It’s wasn’t the flames that bite his naked foot!...OUCH! Its worst than ever!

A solo spider came and got him from behind, a Lincoln type Assassination.
That little black shit with fangs like two railroad spikes continues to puncture his skin.
He smashes it with his other foot! Out comes the splat and the color from under the belly.
Black spiders, Red Bellies,......
”OH, DEAR, GOD, HAVE MERCY AND SAY THAT WASN’T A BLACK WIDOW!”
Oh, man, the predicted ending without the rolling credits after a film...
Surrounded and beaten, a spider ladder is constructed as bugs scatter up his oven doors.
The Enemies have seized the Capital, we are about to experience a power black out!
The dying thoughts as more spiders make their way and snip the area around the foot.

The body of the now dead man has fallen to the floor.
Where it was quickly engulfed with a swarm of reflecting black shells
A eye for an eye, and that’s literally what happened to him.
A terrible death to endure, this death puzzled the cops and morticians
For the spiders, proved to be as smart as a army headed by Gen. George S. Patton.
The S-Day is not on his tombstone, no reminder like the Pearl Harbor Memorial...
...It reads the date of birth and the expirations date:

JUNE 6th of 1970 — DECEMBER 7th of 2004,

A lonely shrine of M&M characters are placed among plastic flowers with tiny wooden crosses.
The rose of his girlfriend sits in a glass vase with fresh water placed near the headstone
A swarm of mosquitos hover around the vase, while little eggs float atop the water,
Spiders emerge from the stems of the flowers. And Centipedes slither into the dirt.
These Spider Holes have no Saddam in them, a plot of dirt infested with the BUGS.
A Bug City, Hotel Halls crawling with new tenets.

“Aw, Damn....Them..Again?!”

Originally posted by Clark_Kent
well, guys, i hope you identify with these and especially with me, i'm a writer and it seems that everyone is, right? so you see why sometimes i write crazy bull up in here.. just a little side note to my sanity.. now i must greet the sand man and let him take me away..i'm dead tired and work is so early that i have to cover my vampire girlfriend and cook myself some eggs and bacon...peace as i sleep. y'all be careful and wear a jacket when its cold outside..

Yea, I'm a writer myself 😖 looks good! 😄

and uh...general fiction area, me thinks?

Originally posted by Clark_Kent
look, i hate to do this but, i can't find any HARD-CORE readers any where.

so here you go, if you close this down than its fine with me, as long as my peers see what i can brew..and stir up...thank you...

well see what y'all think, i know where it belongs so don't bash my balls a'ight..

i m aware of that, spear. i know this thread will be closed, its just that most members don't flock there to read. just in the off topic is were all the peeps are. see like yourself, you write, yet i don't see none of your work in there. so i posted this in here hoping a few will follow me downstairs, if ya understand...oh, and the title fits the discription.
yeah i know, a shameless promotion for my deeds.
😎

That's cuz most of what I write makes no sense, it's a bit complicated 😖

I've actually been working on a "series" I started about 7 years ago...and I've recently decided killing off characters is fun 😂

seven years? wow, are you a apostle for the bible?

i wonder how a 7 year book would look? so many pages, paragraphs, and periods........wowzers!!

Nah, it's a bunch of little books really 😛 I do it when I'm really bored, I started when I was 9 or so...heh, the first story is 30 pages, the one I'm working on now is 71 pages and counting 😛 what can I say, I like doing it

well, good for you chum-chum. maybe oneday, that 71 page book will be made N2 a movie...no sarcasm in that...just for the record..now i'm off to bed.

g'night man 🙂