My soon to be released Net Novel are entitled:
1. The Bitch Is Back
2. The Hidden Observer
3. The Ink-Ling
Why I have to inform you the titles at this very early moment when I can postpone it for later?
The answer is simple -- so that no one will have that title or nobody can copy the title. The plot of the story is still a secret. Even the characters I have to be secretive. It's difficult to hide information in the internet you know. No matter how much anti-spy wares and anti-matter you have it feels like the third thermodynamic is in.
Make no mistake about it though. That's right I have to have a thorough research about thermodynamics and other vernacular terms about physics to make my novel more interesting and more believable.
Too bad! To define and elaborate physics the way I envision it is hard to explain in this kind of medium because most of the interactions are based on "special effects." Better seen not read.
You got it right
BETTER SEEN NOT READ.
Your eyes feasting on the effects, results and after effect of images and sound.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
All my stories are not in any way related from any Science Magazines. All my novela, long and short stories are based on my own experience, dreams, and what happened in the past. I did not copy nor in any way subservient from any other novel or stories from other writers.
I have a MIND of my own. I have HANDS of my own and I have all the privilege and the right to write what pleases me and what I have to report here based on my own writing. If it somehow has similarities with other movies, scripts, manuscripts with others...it is not my fault.
It is not my fault. Not my earthquake for me to dissolve your existence.
For those who believe that they have the power to resolve and eradicate poverty because that's the only culprit and cause of the many malady and corruption on earth you should be held accountable. Yeah if your hands have the power to do so. Or are your hands for begging alms and for digging the truth?
How many hands are for creativity?
That you may only need your two hands.
PASS THE BILL.
I have a MIND of my own. I have HANDS of my own and I have all the privilege and the right to write what pleases me and what I have to report here based on my own writing. If it somehow has similarities with other movies, scripts, manuscripts with others...it is not my fault.
It is not my fault. Not my earthquake for me to dissolve your existence.
For those who believe that they have the power to resolve and eradicate poverty because that's the only culprit and cause of the many malady and corruption on earth you should be held accountable. Yeah if your hands have the power to do so. Or are your hands for begging alms and for digging the truth?
How many hands are for creativity?
That you may only need your two hands.
PASS THE BILL.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 29
Marie informed the Drake's group that she has to leave them in the paradise island and Lolo Apo will take care of them while she's gone.
"Why Marie? Did you take the pill again instead of the bill?" Larry asked him grinning and his facial expression mocking her. What an annoying face Marie couldn't help stare at Larry Hellman's face.
Marie blurted out, " Larry I have the pill and the bill. I have all the bill of rights that you can ever imagine." This time Marie is grinning from ear to ear.
All the women laughed at what she said to Larry. "That's my girl," Martha whispered to Larry then chuckled and proceeded to the cottage. Then patted Marie's shoulder and told her, "wish you good luck." I have to unload my stuff in my room and dive later at the water falls nearby.
She asked Captain Milan and his crews if they want to stay at the island, they can do so without hesitant.
"What? Who will guide you to through the voyage?" the captain asked her in amazement.
"Oh, my very naughty yacht...she'll guide me through thick and thin. Oxygen 2010 follows my direction and chain of command, Marie informed the captain. The captain couldn't say a word. He was dumbfounded.
"So ---mi amigos y amigas, I'll let you go and have a holiday of a life time. Thrill yourself if need be. Then she asked Lolo Apo to prepare the old recipe and both of them wink an eye.
The yacht started sailing at sunrise, threading to the emerald waters of the pacific ocean.
With just a glimpse of the small island of Mariana,
Marie yelled loud and clear ...... OK
Manix and Remix it's time to come out from hiding.
---------------------------------------THE END --------------------------
First Episode of AUTUMN ROSE
Long Story originally written by the author: E. Verna Turner
To be edited, revised, and
Re-written by:
E. Verna Turner
Lorne Turner
Tyrel Turner
If you want to read the story?
You have eyes to read it but to copy this?
Please ask permission first.
----------------------------
"Why Marie? Did you take the pill again instead of the bill?" Larry asked him grinning and his facial expression mocking her. What an annoying face Marie couldn't help stare at Larry Hellman's face.
Marie blurted out, " Larry I have the pill and the bill. I have all the bill of rights that you can ever imagine." This time Marie is grinning from ear to ear.
All the women laughed at what she said to Larry. "That's my girl," Martha whispered to Larry then chuckled and proceeded to the cottage. Then patted Marie's shoulder and told her, "wish you good luck." I have to unload my stuff in my room and dive later at the water falls nearby.
She asked Captain Milan and his crews if they want to stay at the island, they can do so without hesitant.
"What? Who will guide you to through the voyage?" the captain asked her in amazement.
"Oh, my very naughty yacht...she'll guide me through thick and thin. Oxygen 2010 follows my direction and chain of command, Marie informed the captain. The captain couldn't say a word. He was dumbfounded.
"So ---mi amigos y amigas, I'll let you go and have a holiday of a life time. Thrill yourself if need be. Then she asked Lolo Apo to prepare the old recipe and both of them wink an eye.
The yacht started sailing at sunrise, threading to the emerald waters of the pacific ocean.
With just a glimpse of the small island of Mariana,
Marie yelled loud and clear ...... OK
Manix and Remix it's time to come out from hiding.
---------------------------------------THE END --------------------------
First Episode of AUTUMN ROSE
Long Story originally written by the author: E. Verna Turner
To be edited, revised, and
Re-written by:
E. Verna Turner
Lorne Turner
Tyrel Turner
If you want to read the story?
You have eyes to read it but to copy this?
Please ask permission first.
----------------------------
Autumn Rose - Page 28
Breaking dawn: Finally the Drake's group arrived safely at the island of Mariana. Captain Joseph Milan ushered them to get ready unload their stuff, baggage, luggage or hand carry bags. Together with his crews he wished them well for a holiday of fun and a holiday they wont ever forget.
Buckets full of seafood: lobsters, oysters, crabs, scallops, clams, abalones, prawns, and shrimps, including squid and baby octopus are then brought at the dock to be carried by the natives.
"I know you love seafood so all those buckets of fresh ocean creatures will satisfy your stomach for three days of feasting," the captain said to them.
"Thanks a lot Captain Milan," everyone give him a handshake and for the best ride they ever had.
The troupe were then welcomed by Lolo Apo, the village's caretaker. Larry and Martha were already on the way to their cottages when suddenly macaws of different breed swoosh flying so low above their heads. Fluttering butterflies and dragonflies are almost everywhere.
Martha can't help exclaimed, " My goodness! This is paradise. I would love to live here forever."
The other women also admired the serenity but awesome spectacular view of the botanical garden filled with lush greens, tropical plants and trees. Flowers such as hibiscus, magnolia, ylang-ylang, sampaguita, camia and cadena de amor flourished the area. There are kalachuchi trees and yellow bells climbing vines crawling on the narra trees. There are banana plants and lots of coconut trees. The coconut trees are everywhere and probably in thousands or more than that number. It was truly amazing compared from the dry climate and dry scenery from where they came from.
"This place looks untamed and uninhabited for so many years. " Theodore said in admiration of the place.
Then somebody stepped on a exotic weed on the ground and she screamed, "what is this?" I haven't seen one like this." Pointing at the "makahiya" a plant too sensitive when touched. It's a weird plant with lots of leaves but thorny stems and when you touch it the leaves closed instantly, like it withers and died but after few moments resumed its fresh delicate leaves back to life.
While they were all at the village's ground Marie was still at the dockyard, Marie's cellphone rings. She managed to have her stuff on the wooden bench at the dock and got hold of her cellphone right immediately. It was a frantic call from Olivia.
"What's wrong? she asked Olivia. You wont call this earnest if there's nothing wrong. Marie asked her.
"There is something goofy at your study room," Olivia said. "A creepy black thing at your room and it's moving like crazy." She continued to tell her.
"What do you mean?" This time Marie knew what she meant. Is it the one on the desk?
"That's right! You'd better come home right away. Like right now!!" Olivia's voice trembling as if don't know what to do.
Marie told her to calm down and locked the door of the study room. Then she can inform the secretary at the lobby what's going on. She knows what to do. For the meantime I want you to book in a hotel nearby until I arrived. Okay take care, she assured Olivia that everything will be OK.
Buckets full of seafood: lobsters, oysters, crabs, scallops, clams, abalones, prawns, and shrimps, including squid and baby octopus are then brought at the dock to be carried by the natives.
"I know you love seafood so all those buckets of fresh ocean creatures will satisfy your stomach for three days of feasting," the captain said to them.
"Thanks a lot Captain Milan," everyone give him a handshake and for the best ride they ever had.
The troupe were then welcomed by Lolo Apo, the village's caretaker. Larry and Martha were already on the way to their cottages when suddenly macaws of different breed swoosh flying so low above their heads. Fluttering butterflies and dragonflies are almost everywhere.
Martha can't help exclaimed, " My goodness! This is paradise. I would love to live here forever."
The other women also admired the serenity but awesome spectacular view of the botanical garden filled with lush greens, tropical plants and trees. Flowers such as hibiscus, magnolia, ylang-ylang, sampaguita, camia and cadena de amor flourished the area. There are kalachuchi trees and yellow bells climbing vines crawling on the narra trees. There are banana plants and lots of coconut trees. The coconut trees are everywhere and probably in thousands or more than that number. It was truly amazing compared from the dry climate and dry scenery from where they came from.
"This place looks untamed and uninhabited for so many years. " Theodore said in admiration of the place.
Then somebody stepped on a exotic weed on the ground and she screamed, "what is this?" I haven't seen one like this." Pointing at the "makahiya" a plant too sensitive when touched. It's a weird plant with lots of leaves but thorny stems and when you touch it the leaves closed instantly, like it withers and died but after few moments resumed its fresh delicate leaves back to life.
While they were all at the village's ground Marie was still at the dockyard, Marie's cellphone rings. She managed to have her stuff on the wooden bench at the dock and got hold of her cellphone right immediately. It was a frantic call from Olivia.
"What's wrong? she asked Olivia. You wont call this earnest if there's nothing wrong. Marie asked her.
"There is something goofy at your study room," Olivia said. "A creepy black thing at your room and it's moving like crazy." She continued to tell her.
"What do you mean?" This time Marie knew what she meant. Is it the one on the desk?
"That's right! You'd better come home right away. Like right now!!" Olivia's voice trembling as if don't know what to do.
Marie told her to calm down and locked the door of the study room. Then she can inform the secretary at the lobby what's going on. She knows what to do. For the meantime I want you to book in a hotel nearby until I arrived. Okay take care, she assured Olivia that everything will be OK.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 27
Dinner is served at 5:00 PM.
Appetizers: Crispy calamare with tsaiziki sauce, garlic shrimp mediteranean style, vegetable salad with thousand island dressing
Main course: Spicy barbecued spare ribs, crabs with generous amount of ginger and onions and garlic, steamed potatoes, wild rice, steamed broccoli, and deep fried oysters.
Dessert: Choice of blueberry swirl cheesecake, strawberry ice cream with cherries.
Wine: Bailey's, Don Perignon or Chivas Regal or beer of their own choice
Happy hearty supper. Almost everyone enjoyed the special meal prepared and cooked by Chef Paul Linaeus with the help of Jerry Vitug. They all give the duo warm compliments and they toast their sparkling wine of champagne. Few conversations. Some serious other topic not to be taken seriously.
Marie went to her cabin and on logged in to her laptop. She had messages from Theresa and Olivia. Here 's their one on one chat messages:
Theresa: Hi there Marie. How are you? I forgot the key at the Villa. I'll be back in 2 days. Vacation is over for me. I had enough.
Marie: Oh, did you forget the key to the Villa? How come?
Theresa: Yeah I know. Do you have a spare key?
Marie: I'm on a holiday right now. There is a spare key at the lobby and you can inquire the secretary to help you around.
Theresa: Good then. Thanks a lot Marie.
Marie: Your welcome.
Conversation with Olivia:
Olivia: Hey Marie how's life over there?
Marie: Not that bad. How's life in Japan?
Olivia: Pretty good. I enjoyed studying here. Too bad it's only for one month. By the way I have to go back at the Villa just to let you know.
Marie : You have the key, right?
Olivia: Oh you bet I do.
Marie: I'm on a holiday aboard the yacht and if you need something else don't hesitate to call me through my cellphone. Okay?
Olivia: That's right. Thanks Marie.
Marie climbed to the upper deck once again and joined the group until 12 midnight. Sightseeing under the moonlight , the sky is simply dark with millions of stars twinkling and sparkling in delight. The guys had their karaoke singing, the women moved away to have another chat in the far corner of the yacht.
Appetizers: Crispy calamare with tsaiziki sauce, garlic shrimp mediteranean style, vegetable salad with thousand island dressing
Main course: Spicy barbecued spare ribs, crabs with generous amount of ginger and onions and garlic, steamed potatoes, wild rice, steamed broccoli, and deep fried oysters.
Dessert: Choice of blueberry swirl cheesecake, strawberry ice cream with cherries.
Wine: Bailey's, Don Perignon or Chivas Regal or beer of their own choice
Happy hearty supper. Almost everyone enjoyed the special meal prepared and cooked by Chef Paul Linaeus with the help of Jerry Vitug. They all give the duo warm compliments and they toast their sparkling wine of champagne. Few conversations. Some serious other topic not to be taken seriously.
Marie went to her cabin and on logged in to her laptop. She had messages from Theresa and Olivia. Here 's their one on one chat messages:
Theresa: Hi there Marie. How are you? I forgot the key at the Villa. I'll be back in 2 days. Vacation is over for me. I had enough.
Marie: Oh, did you forget the key to the Villa? How come?
Theresa: Yeah I know. Do you have a spare key?
Marie: I'm on a holiday right now. There is a spare key at the lobby and you can inquire the secretary to help you around.
Theresa: Good then. Thanks a lot Marie.
Marie: Your welcome.
Conversation with Olivia:
Olivia: Hey Marie how's life over there?
Marie: Not that bad. How's life in Japan?
Olivia: Pretty good. I enjoyed studying here. Too bad it's only for one month. By the way I have to go back at the Villa just to let you know.
Marie : You have the key, right?
Olivia: Oh you bet I do.
Marie: I'm on a holiday aboard the yacht and if you need something else don't hesitate to call me through my cellphone. Okay?
Olivia: That's right. Thanks Marie.
Marie climbed to the upper deck once again and joined the group until 12 midnight. Sightseeing under the moonlight , the sky is simply dark with millions of stars twinkling and sparkling in delight. The guys had their karaoke singing, the women moved away to have another chat in the far corner of the yacht.
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Perfect gorgeous weather! Atlas! Marie was humming sweetly, all smile then Jerry turned on the yacht's stereo to a loud music of Fred's " I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, too sexy it hurts ))) Then all the guys started dancing like crazy bunch of hobo. Martha, Joy, Kristine were laughing so hard and dance with the men.
Marie needs a glass of sparkling wine to get wild with their hip hop dancing and God knows what kind of dance they are having almost like lambada. Others danced like as if they are on a catwalk.
Noisy but in control, the yacht seemed wavy and it feels like there is something that's tugging their boat. Drake's employees stopped dancing. All silence. Joseph Milan was a little worried. He summoned his crews to be prepared for emergency just in case. Marie and company looked nervous.
The captain had his sonar beeping non-stop. He told everyone that it's a minor magnetic disturbance. Later their vessel was spinning continuously for few minutes. Almost everyone are in shocked. They all started screaming and within an incredible splash of water on their yacht a giant blue whale appeared at a distant. Then a pod of young whales surround them.
"Oh my God!" Kristine exclaimed. "I've never seen such a wonderful creature, they are so beautiful."
"My goodness it feels like we are in an ocean filled with Moby dicks." Marie told them laughing incessantly.
Larry, Truman and Theodore started taking photographs. Marie took her digital camera with zoom lens and started taking pictures too. Martha and the other girls have their video camera ready.
The whales didn't harm them. They are gentle ocean creatures and it is good to watch them frolic in the vastness of the lukewarm Pacific ocean.
All the women gathered for a siesta while the men were gathered upstairs with the captain. The women had their conversation about "women thing" over a cocktail of fruit salad served by Jerry and Paul. They talked about family life, shoes, clothes, and their career. Martha was complaining about her fiancee being boring and she might move to the Villa with Marie. Kristine had a boyfriend before but broke up wit him because of incompatibility. Joy has no boyfriend yet. Then their eyes moved on Marie and she was asked about her personal status.
Marie spilled few beans: She revealed to them that she had few boyfriends. Her first boyfriend was 5 years younger than her and broke up with the guy because she doesn't want to be her babysitter. Then the second boyfriend , she dropped him like a hot potato because " his halitosis is so bad...it's breathtaking!"
The women all laughed mischievously. Their laughter was overheard at the upper deck. Then they heard somebody behind their back. It was Jerry listening to their conversation.
"Err...I just want to ask if you're all ready for supper," Jerry asked them with a shy voice. feeling embarrassed he went to the upper deck and Paul had the dinner table ready of gourmet food for everybody to feast on.
Marie needs a glass of sparkling wine to get wild with their hip hop dancing and God knows what kind of dance they are having almost like lambada. Others danced like as if they are on a catwalk.
Noisy but in control, the yacht seemed wavy and it feels like there is something that's tugging their boat. Drake's employees stopped dancing. All silence. Joseph Milan was a little worried. He summoned his crews to be prepared for emergency just in case. Marie and company looked nervous.
The captain had his sonar beeping non-stop. He told everyone that it's a minor magnetic disturbance. Later their vessel was spinning continuously for few minutes. Almost everyone are in shocked. They all started screaming and within an incredible splash of water on their yacht a giant blue whale appeared at a distant. Then a pod of young whales surround them.
"Oh my God!" Kristine exclaimed. "I've never seen such a wonderful creature, they are so beautiful."
"My goodness it feels like we are in an ocean filled with Moby dicks." Marie told them laughing incessantly.
Larry, Truman and Theodore started taking photographs. Marie took her digital camera with zoom lens and started taking pictures too. Martha and the other girls have their video camera ready.
The whales didn't harm them. They are gentle ocean creatures and it is good to watch them frolic in the vastness of the lukewarm Pacific ocean.
All the women gathered for a siesta while the men were gathered upstairs with the captain. The women had their conversation about "women thing" over a cocktail of fruit salad served by Jerry and Paul. They talked about family life, shoes, clothes, and their career. Martha was complaining about her fiancee being boring and she might move to the Villa with Marie. Kristine had a boyfriend before but broke up wit him because of incompatibility. Joy has no boyfriend yet. Then their eyes moved on Marie and she was asked about her personal status.
Marie spilled few beans: She revealed to them that she had few boyfriends. Her first boyfriend was 5 years younger than her and broke up with the guy because she doesn't want to be her babysitter. Then the second boyfriend , she dropped him like a hot potato because " his halitosis is so bad...it's breathtaking!"
The women all laughed mischievously. Their laughter was overheard at the upper deck. Then they heard somebody behind their back. It was Jerry listening to their conversation.
"Err...I just want to ask if you're all ready for supper," Jerry asked them with a shy voice. feeling embarrassed he went to the upper deck and Paul had the dinner table ready of gourmet food for everybody to feast on.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 25
At the Drake's office, early morning: Marie continued her animated series. Then her very important project, a 3D version of two provinces or states: Texas and New Mexico. She laid out all the plans, mapping and internal revisions, geographical format and other infrastructure plan for that huge project. Where the financial aid coming from is a top secret.
From El Paso to the Guadalupe Peak which she identified the origin of the Pasong Tirad. Paso is not the mexican pot but it's known as the "Pass." What to do with the cavern is still unknown. In New Mexico where the land is too dry and humid she had graphic plans to install a long route for water canal or channel or simply man made river. On how she can undertake the biggest task of them all is to have prisoners do the work. Only them in that period of time are willing to do such back breaking work. Too many families of great wealth who do not know how to work without the use of computer. The prisoners? They will be hooked to chains, given with hand made tools to dig the earth. That's her proposed plan. For the meantime she get herself ready for the holiday and load all her stuff, clothes, shoes, almost everything that is important is then completely stuffed in her big luggage and hand carry bag.
Those who received the RSVP message were then gathered at the airport and board the plane bound to San Francisco. At the dockyard, a 100 ft. yacht is waiting for them. Oxygen 2010 is a fully furnished yacht that can carry at least 20 passengers including the captain and his crews. It has all the luxuries and luxurious gadgets: satellite dish, computer, cellphones, radio, first aid & emergency kit, TV, stereo, kitchen, bar nook, 3 bathrooms, entertainment room,bunk beds and the master bedroom. Unfortunately, no one is allowed to enter the master's bedroom. It was locked.
The captain of the yacht introduced himself as Capt. Joseph Milan. His trusted crews namely: Paul Linaeus- the cook and Jerry Vitug. Capt. Joseph Milan didn't tell them what Jerry's role in that boat. They were polite, courteous and seemed to know what they are doing. They were asked to board the yacht because they have to sail in few seconds.
"Hey wait Captain, where is Jan Drake?" I first thought he'll be with us in this holiday to the island of Mariana?" asked Martha.
The captain informed them that Drake will be waiting for them at the island. Your employer would like you to feel at home and relax while aboard the yacht.
"Yat ye sam se um lok chat fat kau sap? Sapsap?" "It's a zap!" > Marie was over heard chanting. Martha laughed at her. "What are you talking about Marie?" Martha questioned her sanity.
Marie gave her a smile and proceed to their bunk beds area . Jerry started asking what they want or if they need something to drink. So while they are having entertainment the yacht started sailing to the wavy waves of the Pacific ocean.
From El Paso to the Guadalupe Peak which she identified the origin of the Pasong Tirad. Paso is not the mexican pot but it's known as the "Pass." What to do with the cavern is still unknown. In New Mexico where the land is too dry and humid she had graphic plans to install a long route for water canal or channel or simply man made river. On how she can undertake the biggest task of them all is to have prisoners do the work. Only them in that period of time are willing to do such back breaking work. Too many families of great wealth who do not know how to work without the use of computer. The prisoners? They will be hooked to chains, given with hand made tools to dig the earth. That's her proposed plan. For the meantime she get herself ready for the holiday and load all her stuff, clothes, shoes, almost everything that is important is then completely stuffed in her big luggage and hand carry bag.
Those who received the RSVP message were then gathered at the airport and board the plane bound to San Francisco. At the dockyard, a 100 ft. yacht is waiting for them. Oxygen 2010 is a fully furnished yacht that can carry at least 20 passengers including the captain and his crews. It has all the luxuries and luxurious gadgets: satellite dish, computer, cellphones, radio, first aid & emergency kit, TV, stereo, kitchen, bar nook, 3 bathrooms, entertainment room,bunk beds and the master bedroom. Unfortunately, no one is allowed to enter the master's bedroom. It was locked.
The captain of the yacht introduced himself as Capt. Joseph Milan. His trusted crews namely: Paul Linaeus- the cook and Jerry Vitug. Capt. Joseph Milan didn't tell them what Jerry's role in that boat. They were polite, courteous and seemed to know what they are doing. They were asked to board the yacht because they have to sail in few seconds.
"Hey wait Captain, where is Jan Drake?" I first thought he'll be with us in this holiday to the island of Mariana?" asked Martha.
The captain informed them that Drake will be waiting for them at the island. Your employer would like you to feel at home and relax while aboard the yacht.
"Yat ye sam se um lok chat fat kau sap? Sapsap?" "It's a zap!" > Marie was over heard chanting. Martha laughed at her. "What are you talking about Marie?" Martha questioned her sanity.
Marie gave her a smile and proceed to their bunk beds area . Jerry started asking what they want or if they need something to drink. So while they are having entertainment the yacht started sailing to the wavy waves of the Pacific ocean.
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"Seriously you guys are paid to work here at Drake's Company, you are not here to just stand by, chat all day and do nothing." You are here paid for by the company to WORK" Marie told them almost shouting at the top of her lungs.
"I will fire a second shot once again if somebody here gets so wild and it wont be up on the ceiling or up to the roof, you understand?" this time Marie was almost screaming. She really doesn't like what happened to her down the road. According to the investigations made at Fort Worth that she is being targeted for unknown reasons. That you cannot blame her for being so protective of herself.
"Okay get back to work, all of you." she commands them with mighty force. "If you don't like it here, the door is always open, she added.
Marie's voice is loud and crystal clear , after that and days later the office of Drake is in complete silence, all workers are working like busy bees, all work and no play and they keep themselves away from Marie not bothering her anymore. To each his own chain of command. They were there to do their job not to galavant or be a bummer. Hidden camera or surveillance camera were installed inside the office. Hidden, that means nobody knows they are being watched.
A month later, they received a brown envelope with white card inside and the same gold embossed R. S. V. P. with a message that they are all invited for a holiday. Three day all expense paid by the Drake Ad Venture Inc. Looks like their well-behaved performance working so hard for the company finally paid off and it's time to relax.
Larry H. invited the top executives for a siesta out of the office and that includes Martha Sybill, Truman, Theodore, Kristine, Joy and Marie. They went to the famous tavern " Tia Maria. " It's a Mexican pub known for its liquor named zombie.
At the pub, the guys ordered zombie. Martha and Joy had tequila while Kristine and Marie ordered Fundador. Marie had so much fun. She turned from being boring to being bubbly. She was then overheard blabbing about jokes she heard from the stand up comedian Jay Malone. Her version is somewhat funny and not so bad at all that the group had so much "grilling" her on the spot.
"Oh my, never thought you'll be that hilarious Marie. "It takes one giant meteor "------then Larry paused thinking he made a boo boo or something.
"What meteor?" Martha asked. And they all laughed continuously, so much uproar of loud laughter. They were the nosiest in that pub.
"Hoy sh----the f-----up! " a guy from the other table inside the pub hollered shocking vicious unruly language at them.
Larry H. went straight to the man and collared him, " Are you such a tough guy a-------e! What's wrong with you? You want me to punch your face right now?" (Larry stands 6'2 ft and weighs 200 lbs.)
The guy's friend stand up and about ready for a rumble when the bouncer arrived who's got bigger muscles than Larry, who stands 6'4 ft and have that hulk image approached them and told him he'll take care of everything.
"I will fire a second shot once again if somebody here gets so wild and it wont be up on the ceiling or up to the roof, you understand?" this time Marie was almost screaming. She really doesn't like what happened to her down the road. According to the investigations made at Fort Worth that she is being targeted for unknown reasons. That you cannot blame her for being so protective of herself.
"Okay get back to work, all of you." she commands them with mighty force. "If you don't like it here, the door is always open, she added.
Marie's voice is loud and crystal clear , after that and days later the office of Drake is in complete silence, all workers are working like busy bees, all work and no play and they keep themselves away from Marie not bothering her anymore. To each his own chain of command. They were there to do their job not to galavant or be a bummer. Hidden camera or surveillance camera were installed inside the office. Hidden, that means nobody knows they are being watched.
A month later, they received a brown envelope with white card inside and the same gold embossed R. S. V. P. with a message that they are all invited for a holiday. Three day all expense paid by the Drake Ad Venture Inc. Looks like their well-behaved performance working so hard for the company finally paid off and it's time to relax.
Larry H. invited the top executives for a siesta out of the office and that includes Martha Sybill, Truman, Theodore, Kristine, Joy and Marie. They went to the famous tavern " Tia Maria. " It's a Mexican pub known for its liquor named zombie.
At the pub, the guys ordered zombie. Martha and Joy had tequila while Kristine and Marie ordered Fundador. Marie had so much fun. She turned from being boring to being bubbly. She was then overheard blabbing about jokes she heard from the stand up comedian Jay Malone. Her version is somewhat funny and not so bad at all that the group had so much "grilling" her on the spot.
"Oh my, never thought you'll be that hilarious Marie. "It takes one giant meteor "------then Larry paused thinking he made a boo boo or something.
"What meteor?" Martha asked. And they all laughed continuously, so much uproar of loud laughter. They were the nosiest in that pub.
"Hoy sh----the f-----up! " a guy from the other table inside the pub hollered shocking vicious unruly language at them.
Larry H. went straight to the man and collared him, " Are you such a tough guy a-------e! What's wrong with you? You want me to punch your face right now?" (Larry stands 6'2 ft and weighs 200 lbs.)
The guy's friend stand up and about ready for a rumble when the bouncer arrived who's got bigger muscles than Larry, who stands 6'4 ft and have that hulk image approached them and told him he'll take care of everything.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 23
Marie was so happy feelin' so dreamy like as if floating on nimbus cloud. On the way home, she stopped by at Boston Pizza and ordered barbecued ribs, chicken drumsticks and coleslaw. Manix and Remix's face were awesomely petrified. They love the ribs especially when there is so much sauce in it. Marie had chosen the teriyaki marinated ribs and spicy barbecued ribs which she knew that her pet would be so delighted having them for dinner.
She was humming songs through the sound from her stereo...to the sound of Celine Dion's "drive all nite )))" Then laughing out loudly while the two dogs bark. "Oh we have a duet eh?" she mocked the dogs lovingly and patted their fine smooth furry hair.
After dinner and before hitting the bed, Marie took two samples of those magnetites that were place inside the locked glass. Each magnetite measures 3 cms. Tiny magnetite in dark black shiny color with peculiar shape. She placed the glass box on top of her desk in the study room for display.
When Marie returned to Drake's office and opened the door, she was surprised by the loud commotion, laughter and a freshly opened bottle of champagne and poured it over her body and everybody, all her co -workers were chanting and congratulating her.
Marie was totally awestruck. "What the hell ?! What is this for? Are you having a party?" she asked in bewilderment.
"Yes we are having a party right now!" Larry told her and the female co-employees open the big banner with a big printed word CONGRATULATIONS! Banners and ribbons and sparkles all over the floor. The helium balloons on the floor . Some balloons on the wall started popping out like crazy. You can just barely heard what they are talking about. It was loud and noisy. Some of them are too drunk to even recognized the rest of the workers.
"What is this supposed to mean?" she questioned everyone at the office.
"Nothing! " the whole company replied and they all started dancing and raving and it seems like they are on high octane delirious ecstacy.
She started firing her gun upward and they all stopped from their insanely madness kind of behavior. One by one they moved on to their seats behind their desk. Larry asked for an apology and went straight to his room.
Then he looked back at Marie and said, " Who are you?" What the hell, why you have a gun? And why are you always too serious about everything?"
"Maybe you'll know one of these days," Marie told him in a very serious tone of voice.
She was humming songs through the sound from her stereo...to the sound of Celine Dion's "drive all nite )))" Then laughing out loudly while the two dogs bark. "Oh we have a duet eh?" she mocked the dogs lovingly and patted their fine smooth furry hair.
After dinner and before hitting the bed, Marie took two samples of those magnetites that were place inside the locked glass. Each magnetite measures 3 cms. Tiny magnetite in dark black shiny color with peculiar shape. She placed the glass box on top of her desk in the study room for display.
When Marie returned to Drake's office and opened the door, she was surprised by the loud commotion, laughter and a freshly opened bottle of champagne and poured it over her body and everybody, all her co -workers were chanting and congratulating her.
Marie was totally awestruck. "What the hell ?! What is this for? Are you having a party?" she asked in bewilderment.
"Yes we are having a party right now!" Larry told her and the female co-employees open the big banner with a big printed word CONGRATULATIONS! Banners and ribbons and sparkles all over the floor. The helium balloons on the floor . Some balloons on the wall started popping out like crazy. You can just barely heard what they are talking about. It was loud and noisy. Some of them are too drunk to even recognized the rest of the workers.
"What is this supposed to mean?" she questioned everyone at the office.
"Nothing! " the whole company replied and they all started dancing and raving and it seems like they are on high octane delirious ecstacy.
She started firing her gun upward and they all stopped from their insanely madness kind of behavior. One by one they moved on to their seats behind their desk. Larry asked for an apology and went straight to his room.
Then he looked back at Marie and said, " Who are you?" What the hell, why you have a gun? And why are you always too serious about everything?"
"Maybe you'll know one of these days," Marie told him in a very serious tone of voice.
Autumn Rose - Page 22
Seeing something extra ordinary Marie was unable to get in through her humvee, then suddenly a tiny piece of hot debris fell on her hand that she opened her vehicle right as fast as she could and sped through the highway. Larry was 10 kms away from her already down the road when Marie's cellphone rings. At first she tried to ignore the ring only after the 4th rings that she answered the caller. It was Larry telling her that what she had seen at the site is strictly confidential. No one from the Drake's office should know the aurora and other celestial sightings close to Roswell.
"But why? Don't we have to let the authority knew what happened over there?" Marie asked Larry, this time she is eager to find out his answer but their communication was cut off.
The two parted ways along the inter section, Larry went southwest bound the expressway while Marie turned North of the highway and went straight home to Townhouse Villa. She arrived there at dawn about 4am. She was unable to sleep while Manix and Remix watched her closely.
At about 5 am she loaded her humvee with lots of stuff. Had a hot java and sandwich and together with the two guard dogs they went on a trek -expedition.
The two doberman cannot help wag their tails in amazement. They love to get out. The temperature inside the humvee is just right, cooler ...breezy while the temp outside is suffocatingly super hot. Marie knew that life in the Villa is a bit boring and they need to get out most of the time and this is their chance.
For the first time in her life, Marie didn't go to work at Drake's. Yes she is absent for the first time and God knows if she will return to that office.
Few more hours she was there again at El Paso. El Paso?! She asked herself and curiously looked at her hand if the burn mark was there but she was surprised that there is no sign of burnt nor any wound. Goodness it was healed. Hmm-shocking she thought to herself.
After passing El Paso, she was driving through the Sacramento area going through the same route. From her journey to the same route which she calculated through built-in map she was at the exact location where the chateau or that big mansion appeared. Was it some kind of illusion or was it only a dream?
She tried to rewind the video and found out the chateau was there and the rolling hays were at the background.
"There is something wrong with this area." She changed her clothes and wore a safety suit. She dressed Manix and Remix, the same protective clothing. They got out from the vehicle and focus the humvee's built-in video to navigate the area. She took the bushnell binocular and looked around meticulously.
"Arf! Arf! Arf )))))))))))))))) the two doberman were barking non-stop and seemed to have an echo. Their loud barking produced an echo. They run around like crazy kids being let out in the fields they could have yelled freedom. But they are dogs they never talk.
Marie went to see what Manix and Remix are nosy about she went to investigate. Looks like they found something here. "Good boy Manix! You're a real superdog indeed, Marie compliment her pet.
What the two dogs have found out?
"Hey, looks like a circle, a huge metal circle but this kind of circle is ...hmmm what kind of metal is this. It's hot!!!! Ouch! Yikkkesss. Marie blow air to her hands covered with gloves. Part of that metal is buried underneath and it will take a crane or big machineries to unearth them. Looks like too many of them on the ground.
Then she decided to gather evidence, collecting debris for specimen. She inserted few dark colored objects that are smooth and shiny. She had those unidentified objects inside a glass compartment with a lock. She took some photographs, record the temperature of the area. She noticed some objects she gathered for observation seemed unfamiliar and "unknown." Although somehow she recognized those small black objects she figured out are magnetites because they seemed to be attracted to the grains of sand.
After her videotaping, photography done at a time that is meticulously calculated, she called Manix and Remix and then sped through the highway once again. They stopped at Fort Worth and brought the specimen for observations.
"But why? Don't we have to let the authority knew what happened over there?" Marie asked Larry, this time she is eager to find out his answer but their communication was cut off.
The two parted ways along the inter section, Larry went southwest bound the expressway while Marie turned North of the highway and went straight home to Townhouse Villa. She arrived there at dawn about 4am. She was unable to sleep while Manix and Remix watched her closely.
At about 5 am she loaded her humvee with lots of stuff. Had a hot java and sandwich and together with the two guard dogs they went on a trek -expedition.
The two doberman cannot help wag their tails in amazement. They love to get out. The temperature inside the humvee is just right, cooler ...breezy while the temp outside is suffocatingly super hot. Marie knew that life in the Villa is a bit boring and they need to get out most of the time and this is their chance.
For the first time in her life, Marie didn't go to work at Drake's. Yes she is absent for the first time and God knows if she will return to that office.
Few more hours she was there again at El Paso. El Paso?! She asked herself and curiously looked at her hand if the burn mark was there but she was surprised that there is no sign of burnt nor any wound. Goodness it was healed. Hmm-shocking she thought to herself.
After passing El Paso, she was driving through the Sacramento area going through the same route. From her journey to the same route which she calculated through built-in map she was at the exact location where the chateau or that big mansion appeared. Was it some kind of illusion or was it only a dream?
She tried to rewind the video and found out the chateau was there and the rolling hays were at the background.
"There is something wrong with this area." She changed her clothes and wore a safety suit. She dressed Manix and Remix, the same protective clothing. They got out from the vehicle and focus the humvee's built-in video to navigate the area. She took the bushnell binocular and looked around meticulously.
"Arf! Arf! Arf )))))))))))))))) the two doberman were barking non-stop and seemed to have an echo. Their loud barking produced an echo. They run around like crazy kids being let out in the fields they could have yelled freedom. But they are dogs they never talk.
Marie went to see what Manix and Remix are nosy about she went to investigate. Looks like they found something here. "Good boy Manix! You're a real superdog indeed, Marie compliment her pet.
What the two dogs have found out?
"Hey, looks like a circle, a huge metal circle but this kind of circle is ...hmmm what kind of metal is this. It's hot!!!! Ouch! Yikkkesss. Marie blow air to her hands covered with gloves. Part of that metal is buried underneath and it will take a crane or big machineries to unearth them. Looks like too many of them on the ground.
Then she decided to gather evidence, collecting debris for specimen. She inserted few dark colored objects that are smooth and shiny. She had those unidentified objects inside a glass compartment with a lock. She took some photographs, record the temperature of the area. She noticed some objects she gathered for observation seemed unfamiliar and "unknown." Although somehow she recognized those small black objects she figured out are magnetites because they seemed to be attracted to the grains of sand.
After her videotaping, photography done at a time that is meticulously calculated, she called Manix and Remix and then sped through the highway once again. They stopped at Fort Worth and brought the specimen for observations.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 21
Marie went to the basement of the office and grabbed the key from her bag and opened her new vehicle > a humvee! It's a complete all terrain vehicle with built-in video and cellphone + GPS. Inside the compartment is a red and blue pill which she swallowed and she left the Drake's basement speeding crazy up to the highway. Unquestionably, she is such a great driver having maximum overdrive and no one ever bothers her on the way. She was driving with no sense of purpose and direction until she reached El Paso. She stopped at the blockade waiting for a signal that only her knows it. After few seconds, there was a beam of light flashing through the video...it was a green beam of light. Suddenly her humvee has changed its color from navy to camouflage. The blockade was removed on the road and then she started driving again.
Marie was driving for almost 7 hours on the long highway, almost deserted and barren. It was getting dark, there is no electric post nor any highway signs but she continued the search until another block stopped her. This time it's a big image of a house appeared at the middle of the route close to Roswell. The background is filled with hundreds of big rolling hays.
"It's a chateau!" How on earth there is a chateau on this highway?" Marie asked herself. She got out from her vehicle and grabbed her bag and have it wrapped around her body like a vest. She went straight to the front porch of the house, then knocked at the door. She waited for a while and knocked twice. Nobody answered. She tried again. She touched the door knob and wiggle it. She unzipped her bag and grabbed her revolver. She knew it was loaded and she's ready to fire it just in case. Since nobody answered her calling, she forced open the door. She kicked it so hard until it was open. The old house was opened and it was dusty. Marie started coughing as if she'll have an asthma attack. "For God sake this house is full of asbestos!"
"Anybody here?" She asked one more time. She was aiming the gun towards where the noise is but there is none. It was her heart beating faster and faster. She was nervous, the house is dark, it was in total darkness until she heard footsteps coming from the front door. Then there was bright light that appeared almost blinding her.
"Who's there?" "Hold on right there whoever you are " warned Marie, pointing the gun at the the intruder.
"Hey wait Marie it's me, Larry." Larry holding on to a flashlight and asked her what is he doing in that old house.
"You tell me what are you doing here, Larry?" She questioned him instead.
"Ah, I just followed you. I am concerned about you. Our co-workers felt the same way seeing you confused and disoriented." Larry explained." How about you?", he asked her.
Before Marie could even respond to him there was a loud explosion at the back of the house.
Marie asked Larry to get out of the house before the second explosion. Third explosion from where God knows where its coming from they were out of the old chateau. They run for cover. Marie stood there beside her humvee and watched the terrifying unidentified falling object from the sky. Up in the darkness of the sky are double halos and wavelike strength of aurora floating in the sky. She was mystified, her eyes not blinking until Larry shouted at her and told her to get in to her vehicle.
"Get out of this site before something fell through and you get yourself burn," Larry said to her as if commanding her. Knowing he is one of the executives and older employee at Drake's she listened to him like a lamb following order of command.
Marie was driving for almost 7 hours on the long highway, almost deserted and barren. It was getting dark, there is no electric post nor any highway signs but she continued the search until another block stopped her. This time it's a big image of a house appeared at the middle of the route close to Roswell. The background is filled with hundreds of big rolling hays.
"It's a chateau!" How on earth there is a chateau on this highway?" Marie asked herself. She got out from her vehicle and grabbed her bag and have it wrapped around her body like a vest. She went straight to the front porch of the house, then knocked at the door. She waited for a while and knocked twice. Nobody answered. She tried again. She touched the door knob and wiggle it. She unzipped her bag and grabbed her revolver. She knew it was loaded and she's ready to fire it just in case. Since nobody answered her calling, she forced open the door. She kicked it so hard until it was open. The old house was opened and it was dusty. Marie started coughing as if she'll have an asthma attack. "For God sake this house is full of asbestos!"
"Anybody here?" She asked one more time. She was aiming the gun towards where the noise is but there is none. It was her heart beating faster and faster. She was nervous, the house is dark, it was in total darkness until she heard footsteps coming from the front door. Then there was bright light that appeared almost blinding her.
"Who's there?" "Hold on right there whoever you are " warned Marie, pointing the gun at the the intruder.
"Hey wait Marie it's me, Larry." Larry holding on to a flashlight and asked her what is he doing in that old house.
"You tell me what are you doing here, Larry?" She questioned him instead.
"Ah, I just followed you. I am concerned about you. Our co-workers felt the same way seeing you confused and disoriented." Larry explained." How about you?", he asked her.
Before Marie could even respond to him there was a loud explosion at the back of the house.
Marie asked Larry to get out of the house before the second explosion. Third explosion from where God knows where its coming from they were out of the old chateau. They run for cover. Marie stood there beside her humvee and watched the terrifying unidentified falling object from the sky. Up in the darkness of the sky are double halos and wavelike strength of aurora floating in the sky. She was mystified, her eyes not blinking until Larry shouted at her and told her to get in to her vehicle.
"Get out of this site before something fell through and you get yourself burn," Larry said to her as if commanding her. Knowing he is one of the executives and older employee at Drake's she listened to him like a lamb following order of command.
Autumn Rose - Page 20
Marie has great sympathy to the family of the victim that she also attended the funeral-memorial service held at the house of the victim's family. There are too many people. Actually the house was over crowded. She can't barely get in or no seats available. She offered her condolence and flowers to the relatives. Looked at one more time, for the last time. The casket was half open and the bite marks on her neck is visible. Deep bite marks on her left and right side of the neck. Then she heard group of women women whispering. "Can you believe what happened to Ursula?"" Tsk! Tsk! the suspect drained her body, sucking the last drop of blood from her body" the older lady told the women. "Sh----shhh--- quiet!" the older woman angrily stop her friend from making a noise.
Then here comes the butler with a silver tray of glass filled with juice and wine. Marie took the glass of juice instead. More chatting and the conversation never stop from corner to corner of that very affluent house. Ursula's family belong to the rich and famous clan, no wonder why there are so much visitors for her wake.
Marie spent only twenty minutes of her time and she went back to work at Drake's. Almost everyone is there at the workplace. Attendance is complete. Looks like they'd rather work at the office instead of at home. They gathered like a broomstick in a very serious conversation. Nobody asked her to join them. It is time for work not time for chatting.
Later Marie was feeling kind of dizzy and disoriented. She tried to stand up and get a glass of water from the kitchen.
Martha asked her if she's okay but Marie didn't say a word. She quickly went back to her room and grabbed her shoulder bag and left the office. The co-workers were asking Martha what is wrong with Marie because she looked kind of unreachable. She looked confused and her behaviour is somewhat erratic.
Martha just rolled her eyes and told them to leave her alone.
Then here comes the butler with a silver tray of glass filled with juice and wine. Marie took the glass of juice instead. More chatting and the conversation never stop from corner to corner of that very affluent house. Ursula's family belong to the rich and famous clan, no wonder why there are so much visitors for her wake.
Marie spent only twenty minutes of her time and she went back to work at Drake's. Almost everyone is there at the workplace. Attendance is complete. Looks like they'd rather work at the office instead of at home. They gathered like a broomstick in a very serious conversation. Nobody asked her to join them. It is time for work not time for chatting.
Later Marie was feeling kind of dizzy and disoriented. She tried to stand up and get a glass of water from the kitchen.
Martha asked her if she's okay but Marie didn't say a word. She quickly went back to her room and grabbed her shoulder bag and left the office. The co-workers were asking Martha what is wrong with Marie because she looked kind of unreachable. She looked confused and her behaviour is somewhat erratic.
Martha just rolled her eyes and told them to leave her alone.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 19
Sixteen hours passed since Marie and the two dogs had an outing. Marie woke up refreshingly new and had her firs cup of hot brewed coffee, out in the terrace together with Manix who keep an eye on her. Yeah that dog keeps staring and its mannerism is simply interestingly almost human. She smiled and stared at something else. She moved towards the handrail of the azotea and grabbed the telescope mounted or custom built on the wooden floor. She had the lens focused on the light house. She noticed crowd of people in that area and wonder what they are doing there. Is there a festival or ceremony that she was not aware of?
Then here comes Remix approaching her with a newspaper in its mouth. She gave the doggie a tender pat on its fur and said, "thank you Remix you're such a nice dog."
While holding on to the paper Marie had the front page first and read the upper headlines. Too many headlines. The controversial ones on the upper part of the paper down to the non-essential news. Then suddenly -----
Marie exclaimed in disbelief, " Oh no! What happened? Is she that woman? You mean she was murdered?" No, this is not true."
The newspaper's headline about the woman wearing red jogging pants and red and white hoodie sweater was found dead.
Still couldn't believe the news, she turned on the television set at the living room to find out if its really true or not. It was just a slight breaking news and details were not announce. Further investigations are going on. Then commercials followed and the news was cut off right immediately.
Marie went to work with a heavy heart. She doesn't know the person who died but she felt certain kind of sadness and asked herself why would somebody do something foolish and why she was killed? Too many questions in her mind that she didn't notice the bouquet of roses on her table until Martha teased her.
"Hey Marie, who's your secret admirer? " Aren't you not gonna open the card to know who brought the red and pink roses?" Martha Sybill asked her with a smirked on her face, Marie stared at her blankly.
"Oh, is that for me?" Marie quickly replied. Are you kidding me? Who will give me those roses? It's not even my birthday."
Martha just said she doesn't have a clue that's why she wants her to open the card. It was a brown envelope with a golden embossed R.S.V.P. She reluctantly open the envelope and see a white paper inside. Only the direction or venue in it.
Marie thought it was a joke. Somebody is making fun of her. Martha asked what's inside which Marie answered, "Nothing."
Martha looked at her thinking that Marie is mad at her. She moved out of her room and had conversations with other co-workers. Marie heard them laughing. She continued to work despite the bad news this morning and went home, watched TV and the news about the woman was in the headline once again. This time initial autopsy was revealed.
Not contented with the news , Marie went to see the pathologist doing the autopsy for the victim of such vicious crime. What she was curious about is that the manner of how she died. She wants to know in details, the complete information from the pathologist. Reluctant but cannot say no to Marie, the examiner showed the naked body of the victim at the morgue. Since it was already frozen and the autopsy is done all she can do is look at where all those bite marks are. Looks like the victim lost so much blood.
Real scary alright. The scariest of all?
The pathologist cannot rule out if the suspect is human.
Then here comes Remix approaching her with a newspaper in its mouth. She gave the doggie a tender pat on its fur and said, "thank you Remix you're such a nice dog."
While holding on to the paper Marie had the front page first and read the upper headlines. Too many headlines. The controversial ones on the upper part of the paper down to the non-essential news. Then suddenly -----
Marie exclaimed in disbelief, " Oh no! What happened? Is she that woman? You mean she was murdered?" No, this is not true."
The newspaper's headline about the woman wearing red jogging pants and red and white hoodie sweater was found dead.
Still couldn't believe the news, she turned on the television set at the living room to find out if its really true or not. It was just a slight breaking news and details were not announce. Further investigations are going on. Then commercials followed and the news was cut off right immediately.
Marie went to work with a heavy heart. She doesn't know the person who died but she felt certain kind of sadness and asked herself why would somebody do something foolish and why she was killed? Too many questions in her mind that she didn't notice the bouquet of roses on her table until Martha teased her.
"Hey Marie, who's your secret admirer? " Aren't you not gonna open the card to know who brought the red and pink roses?" Martha Sybill asked her with a smirked on her face, Marie stared at her blankly.
"Oh, is that for me?" Marie quickly replied. Are you kidding me? Who will give me those roses? It's not even my birthday."
Martha just said she doesn't have a clue that's why she wants her to open the card. It was a brown envelope with a golden embossed R.S.V.P. She reluctantly open the envelope and see a white paper inside. Only the direction or venue in it.
Marie thought it was a joke. Somebody is making fun of her. Martha asked what's inside which Marie answered, "Nothing."
Martha looked at her thinking that Marie is mad at her. She moved out of her room and had conversations with other co-workers. Marie heard them laughing. She continued to work despite the bad news this morning and went home, watched TV and the news about the woman was in the headline once again. This time initial autopsy was revealed.
Not contented with the news , Marie went to see the pathologist doing the autopsy for the victim of such vicious crime. What she was curious about is that the manner of how she died. She wants to know in details, the complete information from the pathologist. Reluctant but cannot say no to Marie, the examiner showed the naked body of the victim at the morgue. Since it was already frozen and the autopsy is done all she can do is look at where all those bite marks are. Looks like the victim lost so much blood.
Real scary alright. The scariest of all?
The pathologist cannot rule out if the suspect is human.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 18
The next day Marie DuPawn made a point to be at the workplace before anyone else. Drake Ad Venture is located near the Subway station. She could use the subway train to go to work but she'd rather drive from home to work instead besides she loves to do her shopping for groceries 3x a week. With Manix and Remix who are such robust and strong headed always like to chew on something. Thank goodness for the good wages she's earning in order to provide for their own existence. I mean the canines are spoiled rotten sometimes. So while at work getting busy with too many projects at hand, Martha Sybill appeared and said, "Hi Marie!" How are you? Sorry I did not inform you that I went with my fiancee's house and stayed there after coming from the airport."
"Ah, never mind. You don't need to apologize Martha." It's okay I can understand." Marie continued her drafting. This time she tried the Japanese animae called manga. It has something to do with Japanese characters somewhat similar to Pokemon and Digimon. Quite cute characters and exciting for young kids.
Coffee break. Almost everyone at the kitchen nook except Marie. Joy told the group of workers that Marie will always be just like that > Alone by herself. Poor boring life they conclude to themselves.
" My life wont be such a dull like hers," Martha laughed boastfully and everyone laughed hysterically.
Good that Marie is wearing an audio listening device for her kind of music probably is she heard the bullying it would be such a nuisance to her mood. Her work needs concentration as a matter of fact. beautiful pictures will end up ugly and not pleasant to look at for visual effect. The impact of mood change can change ones obra maestra into sublimity or surrealism.
After work she went straight home. When work is done at the office there is no other reason for anyone to stay there unless if there is a meeting with the executives and the owner of Drake's Ad Venture company.
Home with the canines. Supper is finished. Cleaned plates, kitchen and everything is spic and span. Marie together with Manix and Remix went to galavant again outside. This time they went for a walk close to the light house. The light house has a black and white chess like features and banner. The builder of that light house is a chess addict that painting of that structure coincides with his taste for the love of that game. So while Manix and Remix were seated at the wooden bench with Marie, time goes faster and they watched how the sun set captured their unblinking eyes. It was almost past 8pm and the three creatures were sitting there, Marie was almost past half asleep when the two dogs bark incessantly. When Marie opened her eyes she saw this woman wearing red jogging pants and red and white sweater with a hoodie. She smiled at her and said the usual , "Hello there! Looks like your doberman are sleepy too."
Marie just chuckled and replied, "yeah we've been sitting here for an hour I think." Then few minutes later group of loud noisy kids came rushing with their skateboards, one with a boombox on his shoulder playing the music " Ice, ice baby!" The boys are wearing shirts and pants styled almost punky, their pants hanging reaching their legs and oh, their buttcracks showing indecently but got no care about it. Their leather belts on their thighs not on their waist or hips. Two with wild tattoos on their arms showing how tough they are. Is that how the new generation is viewed today? Marie asked herself. Long time ago only prisoners or ex-convicts are tatooed so that once they get out from prison the public would know that these people were released from jail or prison and they have to be aware of. Nowadays, even if these tattooed individuals are innocent they want to have tattoos for gangly related activities or being " In" with the crowd of their choice.
"Ah, never mind. You don't need to apologize Martha." It's okay I can understand." Marie continued her drafting. This time she tried the Japanese animae called manga. It has something to do with Japanese characters somewhat similar to Pokemon and Digimon. Quite cute characters and exciting for young kids.
Coffee break. Almost everyone at the kitchen nook except Marie. Joy told the group of workers that Marie will always be just like that > Alone by herself. Poor boring life they conclude to themselves.
" My life wont be such a dull like hers," Martha laughed boastfully and everyone laughed hysterically.
Good that Marie is wearing an audio listening device for her kind of music probably is she heard the bullying it would be such a nuisance to her mood. Her work needs concentration as a matter of fact. beautiful pictures will end up ugly and not pleasant to look at for visual effect. The impact of mood change can change ones obra maestra into sublimity or surrealism.
After work she went straight home. When work is done at the office there is no other reason for anyone to stay there unless if there is a meeting with the executives and the owner of Drake's Ad Venture company.
Home with the canines. Supper is finished. Cleaned plates, kitchen and everything is spic and span. Marie together with Manix and Remix went to galavant again outside. This time they went for a walk close to the light house. The light house has a black and white chess like features and banner. The builder of that light house is a chess addict that painting of that structure coincides with his taste for the love of that game. So while Manix and Remix were seated at the wooden bench with Marie, time goes faster and they watched how the sun set captured their unblinking eyes. It was almost past 8pm and the three creatures were sitting there, Marie was almost past half asleep when the two dogs bark incessantly. When Marie opened her eyes she saw this woman wearing red jogging pants and red and white sweater with a hoodie. She smiled at her and said the usual , "Hello there! Looks like your doberman are sleepy too."
Marie just chuckled and replied, "yeah we've been sitting here for an hour I think." Then few minutes later group of loud noisy kids came rushing with their skateboards, one with a boombox on his shoulder playing the music " Ice, ice baby!" The boys are wearing shirts and pants styled almost punky, their pants hanging reaching their legs and oh, their buttcracks showing indecently but got no care about it. Their leather belts on their thighs not on their waist or hips. Two with wild tattoos on their arms showing how tough they are. Is that how the new generation is viewed today? Marie asked herself. Long time ago only prisoners or ex-convicts are tatooed so that once they get out from prison the public would know that these people were released from jail or prison and they have to be aware of. Nowadays, even if these tattooed individuals are innocent they want to have tattoos for gangly related activities or being " In" with the crowd of their choice.
Autumn Rose - Page 17
At the Villa: Marie fed the two polite healthy doberman with delicious pedigrees. That's their favourite meal aside from spare ribs and bones. So while they were busy gnawing their food Marie went back to her desk and started browsing on her computer. She logged in to her favorite website Facebook and Google. She received plenty amount of emails and messages from friends whom half of them she barely recognized. Oh by the way she also receives some spams. If only Manix and Remix would eat spams. Then she laughed at the thought. Very silly indeed.
Marie was an orphan. She was raised inside the convent under Madre Superiora named Estela Marie. That's right she was named after her. Not the Estela but only the name "Marie." Oh she had a message for Marie, just a plain ordinary greeting of how she missed her and that she should visit her at the monastery.
Then also messages from Olivia who is enjoying her student exchange program in Tokyo, Japan. She mentioned that she traveled to Okinawa for sightseeing tour, rode the bullet train and met a youngster named Kurosawa, her classmate in the English-Nippongo class. Kurosawa is a rock band player for HG7 Oxy. Olivia managed to see the many Japanese prefectures along the country then have time to shop at the Sanrio gift shop her fave for she is collecting Hello Kitty and keropi products. That's her, Olivia is the childish cute creature known for her stylish Sanrio accessories from bags, wallets, shirts and handkerchief, from chopsticks to plates and cups. Almost everything in her room is plastered with Sanrio's stuff. Also she and Kurosawa had a night time away at the sushi bar where live entertainment includes the cook in front of their table as they prepare for their mouth watering teppan and teriyaki. Olivia also tried their saki which she said to be strong even just a tiny drop of it . Shocking! The green mustard is soooooo hot and spicy. That green wasabi is awesomely hot that she had to drink two cans of cold coca cola to relieve the shocking spicy taste on her tongue. Complete with photographs of her and Kurosawa the joyful funny scenes couldn't be better.
No message yet from Martha Sybill. Maybe her boyfriend forbid her to send her any information. While Theresa emailed her that she is busy most of the day for she is helping her parents at the convenient store that their family owned for more than twenty years. Nice girl, Marie concluded and then she went to bed early for the next work assignment.
Everything seemed to be in perfect order. She sighed and wonder and sleep tight through the night.
Marie was an orphan. She was raised inside the convent under Madre Superiora named Estela Marie. That's right she was named after her. Not the Estela but only the name "Marie." Oh she had a message for Marie, just a plain ordinary greeting of how she missed her and that she should visit her at the monastery.
Then also messages from Olivia who is enjoying her student exchange program in Tokyo, Japan. She mentioned that she traveled to Okinawa for sightseeing tour, rode the bullet train and met a youngster named Kurosawa, her classmate in the English-Nippongo class. Kurosawa is a rock band player for HG7 Oxy. Olivia managed to see the many Japanese prefectures along the country then have time to shop at the Sanrio gift shop her fave for she is collecting Hello Kitty and keropi products. That's her, Olivia is the childish cute creature known for her stylish Sanrio accessories from bags, wallets, shirts and handkerchief, from chopsticks to plates and cups. Almost everything in her room is plastered with Sanrio's stuff. Also she and Kurosawa had a night time away at the sushi bar where live entertainment includes the cook in front of their table as they prepare for their mouth watering teppan and teriyaki. Olivia also tried their saki which she said to be strong even just a tiny drop of it . Shocking! The green mustard is soooooo hot and spicy. That green wasabi is awesomely hot that she had to drink two cans of cold coca cola to relieve the shocking spicy taste on her tongue. Complete with photographs of her and Kurosawa the joyful funny scenes couldn't be better.
No message yet from Martha Sybill. Maybe her boyfriend forbid her to send her any information. While Theresa emailed her that she is busy most of the day for she is helping her parents at the convenient store that their family owned for more than twenty years. Nice girl, Marie concluded and then she went to bed early for the next work assignment.
Everything seemed to be in perfect order. She sighed and wonder and sleep tight through the night.
Autumn Rose - Page 16
Marie DuPawn is fortunate enough to be a part of the Drake Ad Venture Inc., an advertising company in the heart of the city of Luxor. She receives generous amount of bonus and fabulous salary to maintain her social status plus the medical and dental benefits which supposed to be generally included in the package for every good employees. What more> Holiday all expense paid for by the company. Can you imagine all the luxuries accompanied being one of the top notch graphic artist for Drake's.
It was Drake Ad Venture who hired Marie directly straight after she graduated from Harvard University. She didn't apply she was selected by Drake's. She had a diploma in Liberal Arts and Philosophy although she really excelled in Fine Arts. Her mentor was the old Prof. B.F. Skinner.
Skinner was a psychologist known for his stimulus
response psychology or the Black Box Approach or the BBA. It is a very interesting concept of retrieval. What goes into the box and what goes out from the box has a way of proving the result of their experiment and there is that reward - punishment consequences. In other words there are input and output analysis to any given stimulus. Exciting? For too many of the subjects that Prof. B.F. Skinner had dealt with mostly highly intellectuals, the process is both rewarding and frustrating sometimes. For those who always get the reward they always want to try their luck again and again.
Marie DuPawn is a fanatic Skinner fan. She likes the idea for it also involved learning the behaviour of most adult and children in a given society and its best represented in the social network Facebook. For her being not sociable the social network made her move forward to gain control of her goals towards her project and find best solution to the many problems such as human behaviour, attitude and the way people think.
Marie sometimes is seen listening to the audio tape regarding the professors lecture. Without her three room mates the house is in complete serenity and she was able to do her work most of the time at home and go to work submit her drafts to the supervisor then go back at home and multi-task. There are times that the two doberman found the setting very boring that they keep on barking until Marie gets annoyed.
So in order to make peace with Manix and Remix, they all have to go for a walk at the seawalk and breathe fresh air. They usually played frisbee and run around the park close to the city's water park and fountain. When they get tired, they all synchronized sitting on the long bench almost hidden from the old oak trees and tirelessly watched wide array of blue bonnets as if blanket scattered on the field of dreams.
It was Drake Ad Venture who hired Marie directly straight after she graduated from Harvard University. She didn't apply she was selected by Drake's. She had a diploma in Liberal Arts and Philosophy although she really excelled in Fine Arts. Her mentor was the old Prof. B.F. Skinner.
Skinner was a psychologist known for his stimulus
response psychology or the Black Box Approach or the BBA. It is a very interesting concept of retrieval. What goes into the box and what goes out from the box has a way of proving the result of their experiment and there is that reward - punishment consequences. In other words there are input and output analysis to any given stimulus. Exciting? For too many of the subjects that Prof. B.F. Skinner had dealt with mostly highly intellectuals, the process is both rewarding and frustrating sometimes. For those who always get the reward they always want to try their luck again and again.
Marie DuPawn is a fanatic Skinner fan. She likes the idea for it also involved learning the behaviour of most adult and children in a given society and its best represented in the social network Facebook. For her being not sociable the social network made her move forward to gain control of her goals towards her project and find best solution to the many problems such as human behaviour, attitude and the way people think.
Marie sometimes is seen listening to the audio tape regarding the professors lecture. Without her three room mates the house is in complete serenity and she was able to do her work most of the time at home and go to work submit her drafts to the supervisor then go back at home and multi-task. There are times that the two doberman found the setting very boring that they keep on barking until Marie gets annoyed.
So in order to make peace with Manix and Remix, they all have to go for a walk at the seawalk and breathe fresh air. They usually played frisbee and run around the park close to the city's water park and fountain. When they get tired, they all synchronized sitting on the long bench almost hidden from the old oak trees and tirelessly watched wide array of blue bonnets as if blanket scattered on the field of dreams.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 15
NOTE: Due to the graphic, gory scenes and details plus mature language and violence Pages 12, 13, and 14 will be posted next time. So let's move forward to Page 15 instead.
While Lolo Apo continued his storytelling knowledge and power influencing so many young kids in the village , life continues to flourish in another island thousand miles away from them. In another island, an ultra modern progressive city was built, it was named City of Luxor in Texas. Actually the site was originally the world famous Guadalupe Peak.
Humidity is high. The weather is unconditionally extremely suffocating that almost everyone in the Townhouse Villa fell asleep. They were all in deep sleep. When Marie DuPawn woke up, her room mates are gone and nowhere to be seen. Martha Sybill left a note that she is going to pick up her fiancee at the airport. While the two coeds: Theresa and Olivia went back home for their summer vacation. All the while Olivia will spend few weeks of summertime holiday with her conservative family in Canada and then have to go to Tokyo, Japan for a student exchange program.
Townhouse Villa is a newly built 3 story- building with 40 units to boast for. Fortunately Marie was able to purchase the upper part of the building all to herself. The 3rd floor has all the special amenities: 4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms wide living room, big kitchen, and a family room. Marie lives by herself but she decided to have the three rooms rented to those 3 room mates: Martha, Olivia, and Theresa. They were all background checked first before they were accepted in the Villa.
Marie DuPawn works as a graphic artist for Drake Ad Venture, she's only 25 years old but very smart and a visionary. She works too hard and because of this she is gifted with so many privileges from her place of work. Marie is a conservative, workaholic that she never seemed to enjoy life's greatest pleasure. She is timid and shy. She worked and worked, her venue is always from the office to their house or house to the church.
Marie is a devout Catholic. She goes to church every Sunday morning, attends novena and usually joins the pilgrimage. The catholic church is just one mile away from their Villa. One time she attended the procession with the other parishioners at Saint Lukes. The prayer vigil started at about 5 PM. So after work she managed to get in through the queue of the devotees, join the line up and have her white candle ready with lights on. There are at least 10, 000 of them in the parade. carousel of statues of many patron saints and then the Holy Family statue was at the big carrier being carried with robust men and women of good standing and character. The carriage is filled with different kind of flowers: roses, sampaguita, rosal, ylang-ylang, camelia, and magnolia. The sweet scented smell made few children blushed and affected with allergies. Anyway the procession continued. The high priest had his incense smoking and the air filled with its scent while he swing the incense lamplike metal holder back and forth so that everyone feels and touch the spirit through mind boggling rituals. The priest chanted and pray the latinized version of the hymn intended for the forgiveness of sins. The procession lasted for 6 hours reaching so many blocks and intersection within the city. After the long parade the parishioners continued the vigil and parade back to the church while Marie had enough walking, her shoes almost about to give up, she went straight at home and were then welcomed by her two loyal friends , Manix and Remix her two doberman waiting for her return.
While Lolo Apo continued his storytelling knowledge and power influencing so many young kids in the village , life continues to flourish in another island thousand miles away from them. In another island, an ultra modern progressive city was built, it was named City of Luxor in Texas. Actually the site was originally the world famous Guadalupe Peak.
Humidity is high. The weather is unconditionally extremely suffocating that almost everyone in the Townhouse Villa fell asleep. They were all in deep sleep. When Marie DuPawn woke up, her room mates are gone and nowhere to be seen. Martha Sybill left a note that she is going to pick up her fiancee at the airport. While the two coeds: Theresa and Olivia went back home for their summer vacation. All the while Olivia will spend few weeks of summertime holiday with her conservative family in Canada and then have to go to Tokyo, Japan for a student exchange program.
Townhouse Villa is a newly built 3 story- building with 40 units to boast for. Fortunately Marie was able to purchase the upper part of the building all to herself. The 3rd floor has all the special amenities: 4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms wide living room, big kitchen, and a family room. Marie lives by herself but she decided to have the three rooms rented to those 3 room mates: Martha, Olivia, and Theresa. They were all background checked first before they were accepted in the Villa.
Marie DuPawn works as a graphic artist for Drake Ad Venture, she's only 25 years old but very smart and a visionary. She works too hard and because of this she is gifted with so many privileges from her place of work. Marie is a conservative, workaholic that she never seemed to enjoy life's greatest pleasure. She is timid and shy. She worked and worked, her venue is always from the office to their house or house to the church.
Marie is a devout Catholic. She goes to church every Sunday morning, attends novena and usually joins the pilgrimage. The catholic church is just one mile away from their Villa. One time she attended the procession with the other parishioners at Saint Lukes. The prayer vigil started at about 5 PM. So after work she managed to get in through the queue of the devotees, join the line up and have her white candle ready with lights on. There are at least 10, 000 of them in the parade. carousel of statues of many patron saints and then the Holy Family statue was at the big carrier being carried with robust men and women of good standing and character. The carriage is filled with different kind of flowers: roses, sampaguita, rosal, ylang-ylang, camelia, and magnolia. The sweet scented smell made few children blushed and affected with allergies. Anyway the procession continued. The high priest had his incense smoking and the air filled with its scent while he swing the incense lamplike metal holder back and forth so that everyone feels and touch the spirit through mind boggling rituals. The priest chanted and pray the latinized version of the hymn intended for the forgiveness of sins. The procession lasted for 6 hours reaching so many blocks and intersection within the city. After the long parade the parishioners continued the vigil and parade back to the church while Marie had enough walking, her shoes almost about to give up, she went straight at home and were then welcomed by her two loyal friends , Manix and Remix her two doberman waiting for her return.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 11
Journey to the unknown is not my passion although there are places I've been through my travelogue in my dreams and reality that seemed to complicate my idealogy and perspective in life. Let's call my journey to that specific geography to topology and geology. There are places I remember to be uninhabited until so many pilgrimage were then established for so many times. It was uninhabited because the one in power over the small village is then asked to have that island restored just for the few inhabitants.
The old folks or older villager Apo used to tell stories, ancient stories about their village and its people. It was almost like based on fantasy that the children never believe Lolo Apo. They don't have a name for the village at first. Lolo Apo named the island Mariana, named after their village patron which is the Virgin Mary. They have a bigger statue of the Virgin Mary outside the chapel. Boulders surround the small grotto and there is a small fish pond with lots of healthy gold fish swimming around and feasting on some kind of algae. According to Lolo Apo the gold fish never die. They were there for half a century and seemed to enjoy the water surrounding the natural pond. They don't know what miraculous nature the pond has created but the old people are afraid to touch them.
They keep the secret of the fish pond , besides too many stories relating to that "miracle" made them wary and worried that it might trigger so many visitors and strangers lurking and visiting the island which according to the old people is not good for the island's natural balance of existence.
That the anxiety is too much to bear they have to keep the island hidden from every strangers and opportunists exploiting the serenity, eden-like structure from the hills, verdant valley and natural vegetation and oh, the lovely beach, white sandy beach with shiny glitters of quartz almost so abundant on its shore. Along the island 's bounty water resource of pure pristine water that its purity there is no need to boil the water or have it processed through desalination nor ultra-violet rays is of no need because it is pure safe drinking water at its best.
There are so many secrets in the small island of Mariana. The villagers are then asked every month to vow on this serecy by having a pilgrimage on the 30th of every month.
Pilgrimage is done through series of rituals and encantations around the island. Sounds primitive but that's how life is over there. They still wear the ancient clothing, lovely beautiful sari and malong made from the finest fiber of jusi (pineapple fiber) and special fibers from other special fruits. Some fibers from abaca and jute. They also admire cotton tree and yantok tree which give so much products and are abundant in the island. Coconut groves are somewhat all over the place. They just appeared there in manner of every month there are hundreds of them sprouting like crazy...like a bulb sort of.
Secret. Secret! Secret!!!
In those years of secrecy there are only two group of villagers who functioned the most for the welfare of the people. They are called the Illuminatis and the other group called SS or the Secret Society. Both of these important group of religious group were then asked to have their duty and obligations to the island. The Illuminatis are supposed to be involved in the enlightenment program while the Secret Society is for the secrecy of that specific goal. They keep the secret to themselves and no one from outside the island should know the main purpose of their existence and their role in the village.
The old folks or older villager Apo used to tell stories, ancient stories about their village and its people. It was almost like based on fantasy that the children never believe Lolo Apo. They don't have a name for the village at first. Lolo Apo named the island Mariana, named after their village patron which is the Virgin Mary. They have a bigger statue of the Virgin Mary outside the chapel. Boulders surround the small grotto and there is a small fish pond with lots of healthy gold fish swimming around and feasting on some kind of algae. According to Lolo Apo the gold fish never die. They were there for half a century and seemed to enjoy the water surrounding the natural pond. They don't know what miraculous nature the pond has created but the old people are afraid to touch them.
They keep the secret of the fish pond , besides too many stories relating to that "miracle" made them wary and worried that it might trigger so many visitors and strangers lurking and visiting the island which according to the old people is not good for the island's natural balance of existence.
That the anxiety is too much to bear they have to keep the island hidden from every strangers and opportunists exploiting the serenity, eden-like structure from the hills, verdant valley and natural vegetation and oh, the lovely beach, white sandy beach with shiny glitters of quartz almost so abundant on its shore. Along the island 's bounty water resource of pure pristine water that its purity there is no need to boil the water or have it processed through desalination nor ultra-violet rays is of no need because it is pure safe drinking water at its best.
There are so many secrets in the small island of Mariana. The villagers are then asked every month to vow on this serecy by having a pilgrimage on the 30th of every month.
Pilgrimage is done through series of rituals and encantations around the island. Sounds primitive but that's how life is over there. They still wear the ancient clothing, lovely beautiful sari and malong made from the finest fiber of jusi (pineapple fiber) and special fibers from other special fruits. Some fibers from abaca and jute. They also admire cotton tree and yantok tree which give so much products and are abundant in the island. Coconut groves are somewhat all over the place. They just appeared there in manner of every month there are hundreds of them sprouting like crazy...like a bulb sort of.
Secret. Secret! Secret!!!
In those years of secrecy there are only two group of villagers who functioned the most for the welfare of the people. They are called the Illuminatis and the other group called SS or the Secret Society. Both of these important group of religious group were then asked to have their duty and obligations to the island. The Illuminatis are supposed to be involved in the enlightenment program while the Secret Society is for the secrecy of that specific goal. They keep the secret to themselves and no one from outside the island should know the main purpose of their existence and their role in the village.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 10
Totally sucks! You bet it is -- writing is my life. Blogging is writing with heart, spirit and soul. I cannot live without my hands doing the writing. I have a writing bug. I don't need to have a book to be published. I have the net. The internet is the new medium of being published. You have your novels published in paper do you think you'll earn something, have a profit? Dude you are very wrong with your assumption. You wont earn anything with publishing your novel through paper. You'll end up bankrupt.
Hey don't be sad you can EARN PROFIT if you have the publishing company. If you own the company, the publishing machine, with all the "machineries needed to copy and print plus the ink." That's all what it takes. And who are to buy the books? The sure way to sell the books are through the medium and carrier. The government. Sell the book to the government, to the school. That' s the only way you can have money not from other source.
Looking at the many non-essential books, senseless not educational books at the libraries you may think and question yourself why the hell they spent so much money on having those books in the first place. They are mostly garbage. Time to burn those old rotten books collecting dust before they make us all sick.
^ Public personal announcement from the author ^
Before I continue my stories > the never ending story of mine
Yup all mine!
Hey don't be sad you can EARN PROFIT if you have the publishing company. If you own the company, the publishing machine, with all the "machineries needed to copy and print plus the ink." That's all what it takes. And who are to buy the books? The sure way to sell the books are through the medium and carrier. The government. Sell the book to the government, to the school. That' s the only way you can have money not from other source.
Looking at the many non-essential books, senseless not educational books at the libraries you may think and question yourself why the hell they spent so much money on having those books in the first place. They are mostly garbage. Time to burn those old rotten books collecting dust before they make us all sick.
^ Public personal announcement from the author ^
Before I continue my stories > the never ending story of mine
Yup all mine!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 9
I have a direct connection with God. When I asked something super extra ordinary HE came to do it in the most magical way. When I needed to change the view of the horizon He changed it for me by changing the still water. The waves are then tossed around causing high tide and low tide if need be. Do I want hurricane? When I want to change the weather , He will bring in the cloud in the sky, make it dark and starless with no view whatsoever of the many filth that surround it. The color of the sky can change anyone's perspective and that could change your aim in life. Here you are rushing again praying that your life be spared.
I have direct connection with my God. I do not have a alternating current to change my view at this moment. Alternating current is a sign of instability. I do not go for it. I do not accept any compromise. I hate those alternate current it is a sign of weakness. I hate the people who think they are the answer when actually they are the ones causing the problem.
My direct connection with God is the sure way to recovery not an alternating current without direction.
Without direct connection you are always looking for the many risks that you wont believe causing so much depression.
The end could be the beginning but the end is also ---------------- death.
I have direct connection with my God. I do not have a alternating current to change my view at this moment. Alternating current is a sign of instability. I do not go for it. I do not accept any compromise. I hate those alternate current it is a sign of weakness. I hate the people who think they are the answer when actually they are the ones causing the problem.
My direct connection with God is the sure way to recovery not an alternating current without direction.
Without direct connection you are always looking for the many risks that you wont believe causing so much depression.
The end could be the beginning but the end is also ---------------- death.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Autumn Rose- Page 7
Most of the stories that I will narrate to you on the following pages are mostly flashbacks from the past. Not that I don't like the future. There are interesting anecdotes and moral lessons in the past and well you wont believe that our present history is always a flashback from the past generation. Don't you know that? Are you not aware that our history in he making is actually blast from 15th Century and from the time of Roosevelt?
Our economy, or the world's economy is being patterned time after time during the Depression era. Our politicians, ecnomists and historians based their formula and configurations on those familiar events. They bring in new datas but somehow they based comparison with the past agenda and then conclude that our economy is actually better than before. Really?
I don't think so. I think what we are doing now is all access to accelerate all the God's given formula to succeed from yesterday's ashes. Then build new ones from those old formula. That what we have is just "repeating" those talents at last making the product or output of equal importance from the past. Everything was just mere imitation. Nothing's original until such time that "there could ONLY BE ONE."
That ONE whoever that humanoid is the ultimate answer to divine theory of existence. That person who will exist without anybody of us here. For that living entity can stand alone and withstand the test of time no matter what. That life on earth will continue even if all the natural and un-natural resources are gone. And that's a total BS!
Can life exist without anybody to co-relate to? If there is no web of life, the cycle of existence? Who can live without anybody to talk to? Who amongst you can live and relive without another human or animals to turn to? Just plants.
Only plants have the ability to stand all the trials and tribulations in this world.
Only plants have the ability to cure your ailments.
Only plants have the ability to exist without help from human beings and animals.
You may never know that you are actually a product of a plant.
IN THE BEGINNING.
Our economy, or the world's economy is being patterned time after time during the Depression era. Our politicians, ecnomists and historians based their formula and configurations on those familiar events. They bring in new datas but somehow they based comparison with the past agenda and then conclude that our economy is actually better than before. Really?
I don't think so. I think what we are doing now is all access to accelerate all the God's given formula to succeed from yesterday's ashes. Then build new ones from those old formula. That what we have is just "repeating" those talents at last making the product or output of equal importance from the past. Everything was just mere imitation. Nothing's original until such time that "there could ONLY BE ONE."
That ONE whoever that humanoid is the ultimate answer to divine theory of existence. That person who will exist without anybody of us here. For that living entity can stand alone and withstand the test of time no matter what. That life on earth will continue even if all the natural and un-natural resources are gone. And that's a total BS!
Can life exist without anybody to co-relate to? If there is no web of life, the cycle of existence? Who can live without anybody to talk to? Who amongst you can live and relive without another human or animals to turn to? Just plants.
Only plants have the ability to stand all the trials and tribulations in this world.
Only plants have the ability to cure your ailments.
Only plants have the ability to exist without help from human beings and animals.
You may never know that you are actually a product of a plant.
IN THE BEGINNING.
Autumn Rose - Page 6
I don't know what year this episode of my life that is not so ordinary but in that year I can able to identify who are the characters in this chapter although for privacy reasons I have to hide their names. To protect their identities of course.
A friend invited me to attend a memorial for their neighbour who died. In my criousity I asked what she died of? Natural death, sickness or other related ailments? What is the real cause of her death? Actually my aquaintance was adamant to tell me the cause of death. From what she heard, or from rumors and mongering that the woman died of suicide. She killed herself. So while we are at the chapel I looked around. There are not much people in there. The crowd is small just me, my friend, the sisters of the dead person. The chapel looks like it is not a Catholic church. I do not know what kind of religion they have.
Everyone looked at the beautiful woman inside the coffin. Looks like the coffin was custombuilt for her. She was wearing white long dress. Maybe it was her wedding dress? But why? I didn't ask any one of them. Thinking and answering to my inquiries belong to me...only to me. I was in deep thoughts asking myself again why this very beautiful woman will commit suicide. Then I looked at her three sisters who were present at the memorial, they are all blessed with good looks, they are stunning. They should be in the movies for their face are captivating you know good for showbizness. They don't need to wear make up. They have the good genes, fair complexion, they are mestizas, perfect nose, their height over 5 feet 3 or 5'4 ft and the other one is probably 5'2 but her posture is a little bit akward because she usually hides her face like as if very shy. Their dead sister has the same feature. She is very slim. Poor woman. I have my sympathy on her and her other sisters.
Then I heard somebody, " lift the coffin, touch it." What? Me? Do I have to touch the coffin? Wait a minute what are they going to do? They moved the coffin from its pedestal or stand and put it on the floor and then opened the whole cover from head to foot. My eyes are widening asking myself what kind of ceremony they are about to perform. I moved away. I started praying quietly. This is the 4th time that I viewed a dead person and everytime it seems families of the departed have different rituals to commemorate their dead loved ones.
Later on, one of the girls, not the sister said that the woman inside the casket committed suicide because she was battered most of the time by the foolish husband. She was unable to live the normal life and been a martyr all her short life and then she ended her life ---tragic! There she is peacefully at last.
How many women have been into martyrdom? In this year and age of modern technology, there are so many battered women out there and some of them you wont believe are women who are in showbiz. Lately Fran D. admitted she was abused and raped. And she blurted out in front of all the viewers on TV. So, if they were raped why on earth they cannot report it to the police and file charges and then have these maniacs send to death row? That's the only way to show solidarity to these women whose voice are seldom unheard of. They need bigger, louder voice to keep them back to sanity and normal function of the society where they live.
A friend invited me to attend a memorial for their neighbour who died. In my criousity I asked what she died of? Natural death, sickness or other related ailments? What is the real cause of her death? Actually my aquaintance was adamant to tell me the cause of death. From what she heard, or from rumors and mongering that the woman died of suicide. She killed herself. So while we are at the chapel I looked around. There are not much people in there. The crowd is small just me, my friend, the sisters of the dead person. The chapel looks like it is not a Catholic church. I do not know what kind of religion they have.
Everyone looked at the beautiful woman inside the coffin. Looks like the coffin was custombuilt for her. She was wearing white long dress. Maybe it was her wedding dress? But why? I didn't ask any one of them. Thinking and answering to my inquiries belong to me...only to me. I was in deep thoughts asking myself again why this very beautiful woman will commit suicide. Then I looked at her three sisters who were present at the memorial, they are all blessed with good looks, they are stunning. They should be in the movies for their face are captivating you know good for showbizness. They don't need to wear make up. They have the good genes, fair complexion, they are mestizas, perfect nose, their height over 5 feet 3 or 5'4 ft and the other one is probably 5'2 but her posture is a little bit akward because she usually hides her face like as if very shy. Their dead sister has the same feature. She is very slim. Poor woman. I have my sympathy on her and her other sisters.
Then I heard somebody, " lift the coffin, touch it." What? Me? Do I have to touch the coffin? Wait a minute what are they going to do? They moved the coffin from its pedestal or stand and put it on the floor and then opened the whole cover from head to foot. My eyes are widening asking myself what kind of ceremony they are about to perform. I moved away. I started praying quietly. This is the 4th time that I viewed a dead person and everytime it seems families of the departed have different rituals to commemorate their dead loved ones.
Later on, one of the girls, not the sister said that the woman inside the casket committed suicide because she was battered most of the time by the foolish husband. She was unable to live the normal life and been a martyr all her short life and then she ended her life ---tragic! There she is peacefully at last.
How many women have been into martyrdom? In this year and age of modern technology, there are so many battered women out there and some of them you wont believe are women who are in showbiz. Lately Fran D. admitted she was abused and raped. And she blurted out in front of all the viewers on TV. So, if they were raped why on earth they cannot report it to the police and file charges and then have these maniacs send to death row? That's the only way to show solidarity to these women whose voice are seldom unheard of. They need bigger, louder voice to keep them back to sanity and normal function of the society where they live.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 5
NOTE: Page 3 & Page 4 I preferred to have them not be seen or read because it is SUSPENSE! The theme for those 2 pages are for suspense and mystery.
I could post some of my written part fiction story here but would rather have to decline and have my dream the other day. It was not an ordinary one. This is the second time that I have dreamed of her. Before I narrate the first dream about this very fascinating blessed lady let me have my dream of her last Sunday, at a very early Sunday morning even before sunrise.
The scene of the dream was in a Catholic Church. The church is empty, there is no other parishioners inside except me. I was holding on to this small petri dish shaped like a boat measuring about 3 inches . The petri dish is made of pyrex glass. For some reason I do not know nor have a clue why it's on my hand. While I was at the middle of the aisle in between benches, I decided to place the petri dish in an open drawer where the psalm books are placed. There is no psalm book whatsoever in there and I started asking why and what's going on. Just as I placed the small empty pyrex dish ...the Virgin Mary appeared on the left side of the bench. I was frightened at first. I stared at her first thought she'll make a move. Turned out it was only her statue wearing all white long dress with white veil. Then all of a sudden something kind of bright light appeared almost blinding my vision and I end up in a bath tub.
O my God! I found it very giddy because the bath tub scene reminds me of the movie "The Fountain." I haven't seen the movie yet only trailers on You tube. Now it makes me curious to watch the whole movie.
Next I want to relate the first dream that I had with the Virgin Mary once again. I was out walking and jogging then on my way I met Waiwai and I asked her why she's all alone by herself. "Where is your mom?" In which she replied politely that Lana was in their home. I didn't ask any further to prolong the conversation besides I do not want to be nosy asking more questions. I went home only to find my sewing machine (the old sewing machine set with a stand and a flat board attach on the left side of the table and with a wooden case) standing there at the terrace not inside the house. Underneath the sewing machine table the statue of Virgin Mary appeared in a flash without anybody moving it there. I don't know how that happened. Then luggage were on the floor filled with Goldilocks cake, pastries and candies.
I know it's weird. My dreams are all weird and odd.
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AUTUMN ROSE is a novel in progress written for internet readers.
Originally written by yours truly, E. Verna Turner
I could post some of my written part fiction story here but would rather have to decline and have my dream the other day. It was not an ordinary one. This is the second time that I have dreamed of her. Before I narrate the first dream about this very fascinating blessed lady let me have my dream of her last Sunday, at a very early Sunday morning even before sunrise.
The scene of the dream was in a Catholic Church. The church is empty, there is no other parishioners inside except me. I was holding on to this small petri dish shaped like a boat measuring about 3 inches . The petri dish is made of pyrex glass. For some reason I do not know nor have a clue why it's on my hand. While I was at the middle of the aisle in between benches, I decided to place the petri dish in an open drawer where the psalm books are placed. There is no psalm book whatsoever in there and I started asking why and what's going on. Just as I placed the small empty pyrex dish ...the Virgin Mary appeared on the left side of the bench. I was frightened at first. I stared at her first thought she'll make a move. Turned out it was only her statue wearing all white long dress with white veil. Then all of a sudden something kind of bright light appeared almost blinding my vision and I end up in a bath tub.
O my God! I found it very giddy because the bath tub scene reminds me of the movie "The Fountain." I haven't seen the movie yet only trailers on You tube. Now it makes me curious to watch the whole movie.
Next I want to relate the first dream that I had with the Virgin Mary once again. I was out walking and jogging then on my way I met Waiwai and I asked her why she's all alone by herself. "Where is your mom?" In which she replied politely that Lana was in their home. I didn't ask any further to prolong the conversation besides I do not want to be nosy asking more questions. I went home only to find my sewing machine (the old sewing machine set with a stand and a flat board attach on the left side of the table and with a wooden case) standing there at the terrace not inside the house. Underneath the sewing machine table the statue of Virgin Mary appeared in a flash without anybody moving it there. I don't know how that happened. Then luggage were on the floor filled with Goldilocks cake, pastries and candies.
I know it's weird. My dreams are all weird and odd.
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AUTUMN ROSE is a novel in progress written for internet readers.
Originally written by yours truly, E. Verna Turner
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page Two
What to post today when almost everyone have the same story. It is time to be different from them all. something hilarious, something ludicrous? Let me try this one:
Mr. Smart: Dam how come you have your crown on your belly?
Mr. Dam : Oh, I do not know where to put the crown.
Mr. Smart: Hello! Are you out of your mind?
Mr. Dam: You mean I have to place it on my head?
Mr. Smart : Damn if you know. Dumb if you don't.
Note: Calligraphy or cartoon animated or graphic strip on this part of the page. Picture to help the visionaries. Oh they are vsionaries therefore they can see the future.
Or I can add my picture photo of me and another friend from the island. Make my story enhancing to the point that we really climb the mountain and viewed some statues. We did actually. Three of us, women of curiousities. Our morning spent first attending the city's Catholic church then off we go to the ferry. From the ferry's dock we rode a hydrofoil. It was such a fantastic boat that is similar to a catamaran. Whew! I just couldn't believe the speed of this one of a kind very extra ordinaire boat. I felt like in super jet in a speed of sound, that was quick and fast. I almost succumbed to the pit of vertigo. Many of the passengers mostly tourists: Chinese, Japanese, Europeans, British, and Filipinos. We're in awe and shocked a bit...suddenly there are several passengers having nausea, others vomitted good that there are available disposable bags for them to vomit. With my chewing gum in my mouth helps alleviate the tendency to fall into the trap. It helps me keep my stand and my strong legs able to keep fit with the rambaucious waves. I'm still young, strong and smart I think that the spinning doesn't bother me.
On that small island called Lantau (meaning Walang Tao - No human being?) If that's the kind of definition for the Chinese I don't have a clue. I have my own definition for everything. There are no vehicles around. Everyone walks. People are polite, courteous, friendly and accomodating. They are slim, I haven't seen anybody fat. They seemed happy contented people. There are no tall buildings. The tallest buildings are only 3 storry ones with stores or groceries at the basement. Too many open market stalls selling fresh fruits and vegetables, fish and poultry. I felt like I was in the Philippines. Loving the atmosphere, the air is crisp and it is not really hot. Mild temperature and we really enjoyed the view. I bought fresh flowers and then we climbed up and used the stairs. Stayed for a while, sit down on the concrete bench and took photographs. Then walked three more blocks and there we spotted the Monastery. A friend of mine who knew the priest and other missionaries introduced us and we are ushered to the dining hall. It was lunchtime. Watermelons were served. There are too many school girls and boys who are participating in the mission conference. Good for them. They have to propagate the Catholic religion. More picture taking happening. The last session was me > beside those gumamela plants beside the stairs. Red gumamela not pink.
Back to the ferry and rode the hydrofoil again and arrived at home tired and writing the many memories that faithful climb had in me throughout the day losing few lbs. is a good trade off ... being slim is in. I hate being fat. I don't wanna be a loser. It is being fat that you get so sick and the cause of so many ailments like high BP or collecting cholesterol.
Note: The face of Lantau Island is probably not the same scenery now after 20 years.
Mr. Smart: Dam how come you have your crown on your belly?
Mr. Dam : Oh, I do not know where to put the crown.
Mr. Smart: Hello! Are you out of your mind?
Mr. Dam: You mean I have to place it on my head?
Mr. Smart : Damn if you know. Dumb if you don't.
Note: Calligraphy or cartoon animated or graphic strip on this part of the page. Picture to help the visionaries. Oh they are vsionaries therefore they can see the future.
Or I can add my picture photo of me and another friend from the island. Make my story enhancing to the point that we really climb the mountain and viewed some statues. We did actually. Three of us, women of curiousities. Our morning spent first attending the city's Catholic church then off we go to the ferry. From the ferry's dock we rode a hydrofoil. It was such a fantastic boat that is similar to a catamaran. Whew! I just couldn't believe the speed of this one of a kind very extra ordinaire boat. I felt like in super jet in a speed of sound, that was quick and fast. I almost succumbed to the pit of vertigo. Many of the passengers mostly tourists: Chinese, Japanese, Europeans, British, and Filipinos. We're in awe and shocked a bit...suddenly there are several passengers having nausea, others vomitted good that there are available disposable bags for them to vomit. With my chewing gum in my mouth helps alleviate the tendency to fall into the trap. It helps me keep my stand and my strong legs able to keep fit with the rambaucious waves. I'm still young, strong and smart I think that the spinning doesn't bother me.
On that small island called Lantau (meaning Walang Tao - No human being?) If that's the kind of definition for the Chinese I don't have a clue. I have my own definition for everything. There are no vehicles around. Everyone walks. People are polite, courteous, friendly and accomodating. They are slim, I haven't seen anybody fat. They seemed happy contented people. There are no tall buildings. The tallest buildings are only 3 storry ones with stores or groceries at the basement. Too many open market stalls selling fresh fruits and vegetables, fish and poultry. I felt like I was in the Philippines. Loving the atmosphere, the air is crisp and it is not really hot. Mild temperature and we really enjoyed the view. I bought fresh flowers and then we climbed up and used the stairs. Stayed for a while, sit down on the concrete bench and took photographs. Then walked three more blocks and there we spotted the Monastery. A friend of mine who knew the priest and other missionaries introduced us and we are ushered to the dining hall. It was lunchtime. Watermelons were served. There are too many school girls and boys who are participating in the mission conference. Good for them. They have to propagate the Catholic religion. More picture taking happening. The last session was me > beside those gumamela plants beside the stairs. Red gumamela not pink.
Back to the ferry and rode the hydrofoil again and arrived at home tired and writing the many memories that faithful climb had in me throughout the day losing few lbs. is a good trade off ... being slim is in. I hate being fat. I don't wanna be a loser. It is being fat that you get so sick and the cause of so many ailments like high BP or collecting cholesterol.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
AUTUMN ROSE
The most amazing awesome part of writing a story or novel is the REJECTION. Hep! don't say a word because it is the truth. We do learned so much when we are rejected. In rejections you keep on seeking and finding the best way or solution to what is really wrong. There are so many wrong and so many wronged. How you can make them right? And that's proven to be of a CHALLENGE to some people I know. They learned to find ways and better route to that task. It will make you stubborn. Most of all it can make you THINK like a tank. Think tank.
Oh my what a boring life we have in this very small island with boring people. I have to find some kind of enjoyment such as providing my own spectacle of entertainment. I first thought that having another family to be with me in this lonely island will help me alleviate those needs of super drama, comedy , and sort of reality life enhancement but so far so good they are into their own reality of seeking other pathways to their own oblivion. My bad. Why I have them here for? Did I make a wrong choice? I have chosen a wrong family to help me? Oh darn. What a LOST cause.
For them to tell me HELP YOURSELF! Are they out of their minds? I took them here and then they told me such an insulting statement. I could close the whole island with no ferry boats goin' in and out. No bridge for you guys to get in to another island. Worst of all there will be black out from then on whenever I pleased.
The reason why you are chosen here in the island is for you to be civilized not to be piggies. Everytime you become piggies you end up like a lechon. There are too many trees, too many wood for you to bury the dead if there'll be. Everytime you set fire or have that cremation you end up with too many dustmites. You are propagating the many kryptococcus and they are toxic. You'll be breathing them , they will be on the air, on our water. And you'll drink them. They never die then you'll have that stubborn skin diseases that never go away. Cancerous! It is. You'll be hearing voices, you think you are paranoid but you are not... that's natural. You can really hear the atoms you know. Unfortunately you wont see them. Your eyes are not meant to be high-powered calibre electron microscope.
Cremation is double death. Oh yeah you can have those dust or ashes inside your gas tank so that it strikes like an engine and broom broom your vehicle is ready to burn the dustmites once again. That's how it originates. The power that runs your cylinder are dead people.
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Oh my what a boring life we have in this very small island with boring people. I have to find some kind of enjoyment such as providing my own spectacle of entertainment. I first thought that having another family to be with me in this lonely island will help me alleviate those needs of super drama, comedy , and sort of reality life enhancement but so far so good they are into their own reality of seeking other pathways to their own oblivion. My bad. Why I have them here for? Did I make a wrong choice? I have chosen a wrong family to help me? Oh darn. What a LOST cause.
For them to tell me HELP YOURSELF! Are they out of their minds? I took them here and then they told me such an insulting statement. I could close the whole island with no ferry boats goin' in and out. No bridge for you guys to get in to another island. Worst of all there will be black out from then on whenever I pleased.
The reason why you are chosen here in the island is for you to be civilized not to be piggies. Everytime you become piggies you end up like a lechon. There are too many trees, too many wood for you to bury the dead if there'll be. Everytime you set fire or have that cremation you end up with too many dustmites. You are propagating the many kryptococcus and they are toxic. You'll be breathing them , they will be on the air, on our water. And you'll drink them. They never die then you'll have that stubborn skin diseases that never go away. Cancerous! It is. You'll be hearing voices, you think you are paranoid but you are not... that's natural. You can really hear the atoms you know. Unfortunately you wont see them. Your eyes are not meant to be high-powered calibre electron microscope.
Cremation is double death. Oh yeah you can have those dust or ashes inside your gas tank so that it strikes like an engine and broom broom your vehicle is ready to burn the dustmites once again. That's how it originates. The power that runs your cylinder are dead people.
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Monday, September 27, 2010
The Challenge?
WHY MY FAMILY IS EXTRA ORDINARY? Really? You want me to tell you why my FAMILY is extra ordinary? Wow! Being repetitious here. Do I need to start from the very beginning as far as I can remember? Just for the amount of $100 I will tell the whole world why my family is EXTRA ORDINARY. lol.
For God sake! Are you out of your mind? But it was an extra-ordinary challenge. I could start from 18th Century if you don't mind. And $100 is not that much but I know it's you who wants that $100.00 .
But I want you to look at the Canadian C$100.00 bill and find out the codes in its denomination. If you could able to identify the C O D E S in it I will tell you my family's biography and I want you Loralee to tell us the whole world who you are really.
No I am not a racist but I think I know who you are and where you came from. Honestly. I admire your love for Matthew. Every second and minute of your life is focus on Matt. You cannot turn back the hands of time but you can re-arrange everything in chronological order. Just like the maze and puzzles that only an autistic child have the effort to organize them.
WEAPON is a good song you know. Unfortunately I am not a pawn.
For God sake! Are you out of your mind? But it was an extra-ordinary challenge. I could start from 18th Century if you don't mind. And $100 is not that much but I know it's you who wants that $100.00 .
But I want you to look at the Canadian C$100.00 bill and find out the codes in its denomination. If you could able to identify the C O D E S in it I will tell you my family's biography and I want you Loralee to tell us the whole world who you are really.
No I am not a racist but I think I know who you are and where you came from. Honestly. I admire your love for Matthew. Every second and minute of your life is focus on Matt. You cannot turn back the hands of time but you can re-arrange everything in chronological order. Just like the maze and puzzles that only an autistic child have the effort to organize them.
WEAPON is a good song you know. Unfortunately I am not a pawn.
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