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Story time…

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful blue planet called earth.  Lots of wonderful things evolved there, dinosaurs, trees, flowers, fuzzy things, birds, scaly little ones, all kinds of things.   Then a new species came along.  One that walked upright and couldn’t fly, or dig, or do much of anything at all.  They couldn’t run fast or jump high, and they weren’t very bright.  They almost became extinct, which would have been better for all the other living things, but they persisted.

That species eventually grew into you and me, but back then, they couldn’t speak and they hadn’t made up all the lies that people believe today.  But they were violent and when they met each other they fought and killed, just like they do today, so that part hasn’t changed.  They didn’t have the weapons we have now, but they made do with rocks, branches and anything else they could find to get the job done.  They may not have been smart but knowing how to kill was part of their programming.

So, jump ahead…the dinosaurs had been dead for a long time, protohumans rose up and started moving over the earth, and all that stuff…and now…we’re here.

You and I are the result of those beings that crawled out of the ooze, or were planted here by aliens, or whatever, but none of that really matters because we’re here and that’s a fact.  I mean no matter how you look at it, we seem to be here, right?

Anyway, we went through a lot of stages to get to be the most violent thing on the planet.  We didn’t even need weapons to poison the air, water and earth, ourselves and everything else.   We didn’t even think about it, or care.  We developed guns, split atoms, to make fabulous bombs that could destroy cities and everything the lived.  We have all kinds of toys to wipe out anything we like.  But we never paid attention to what we were doing, since we were always too busy wondering what we could kill next.

So no one was watching the governments we set up, which were evil and all about power over others and slavery and hate and evilness.  Early on people were burned at the stake, then books, then all kinds of bad and disgusting things took place.  Those things never went away. some of them changed, as far as how they looked, but the bottom line was always the same.  Greed and power.

Other animals moved away from us, sensing our wrongness.  We cemented over the earth, building parking lots and big stores, deli’s and shoe shops.  We killed animals and ate them.  Tortured, terrified them, and heard them scream, but no one stopped them from dying.  It’s happening right now and your parents fed you that death and all the hormones that went along with it.  So heart disease and all kinds of sickness came from eating living beings who never harmed anyone in their entire lives.  People skinned beautiful animals and wore them for status.  Covered their feet with their skin, their furniture and car seats as well.  Instead of burning woman at the stake they burned pigs, but burn they still do.  Women, pigs, anyone or anything, they don’t care.  As long as they can kill something, they’re happy.

We are killing the forests, that let us breath, as well as the animals who live there.  We have poisoned the air, water and the earth.  We kill each other on a daily basis, the government has gone insane and no one can stop it.  The weather has changed and is warming up.  Water is rising, and the plastic that floats in it, is growing, as well.

And then the virus hit, keeping people off the streets, for a short time.  Animals moved in, the air cleared up and dolphins were seen in the canals of Venice.  Things were settling down.  Even the earth stopped trembling from all of our trucks and pounding.  On the other hand, people started getting sick and dying.

Now we’re up to date.  The government has gone mad.  Run by a sociopath and his evil followers, people are dying in great numbers.   Using the power bestowed upon him by the evil white men who came before him, the psychotic president threatens everyone who will not bend to his will.  No one seems to be able to stop what’s happening.

People are protesting and getting teargassed and beaten by other Americans in uniforms, who have been sent to teargas them and beat them.  Basically to shut them up and make sure nothing changes.

Kids are risking their lives to go to school.  Federal funding will be withheld if schools don’t open, placing not only kids, but teachers, staff, bus drivers, and workers, in danger. The mail is being tampered with, by the bad guys, so people will not be able to vote by mail.

Truth and lies are the same thing now, so you won’t know what’s real and what isn’t.   Everything is dangerous, including dating, working, libraries, and everything else.  Babies don’t see people smiling at them, because a lot of people are wearing masks, not everyone, of course, because some people aren’t smart enough to wear them ALL THE TIME.

We may be up against another extinction right now, at least for humans, and if not, who knows what your future will look like?  If your animal instincts take over and you have kids, good luck.  This is the gift past generations are leaving for you.  And, while some of us care, we didn’t do enough to stop any of it from happening.  So good luck, if there is a future, hopefully you’ll be smart enough not to do the same things we did, although I seriously doubt that will happen.

Look at it this way…if we are gone, everything else will rejoice and grow again, so there is a silver lining, just not for us.  Have fun being home schooled, or taking your life in your hands by showing up to class, wearing a mask and staying away from everyone else.  Either way, have fun while you can.  I’m not sure how, but things will keep evolving and no one will have real friends any longer, just faces on a screen.  But all of that will become the new norm and no one will miss what they never had.  More aps, video games, where you can still kill things, or save the princess.  You’ll just see pictures of everything, that’s all.

Anyway, this is today’s lesson.  Tomorrow’s lesson will be about hot air balloons.  Until then, stay on line and live the life your elders have made for you.  And don’t eat bats.

 

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What are you doing New Year’s Eve – Georgiann Carlson — Brave & Reckless

“What are you doing New Year’s Eve?” she asked.

“Staying home with my dog,” he whispered. “You’ll probably be with…”

“Yes,” she said. “Why aren’t you going out with your friends?”

“I can’t. I’ll just bring them down.”

She nodded, and stared at the ceiling. “I wish things were different.”

“They could be,” he said. “You can leave him.”

“I…”

“I love you,” he said.

“And I love you.”

“We should be together.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“Don’t go home. Let’s book a flight to Rome and leave tonight.”

She ran her fingers through his hair.

“I can’t stand thinking of you with him,” he said. “It’s tearing me apart. I know you don’t want to hurt him, but this is killing me. You have to choose.”

She rolled onto her side and kissed his ear. “Make the call,” she said, softly. “New Year’s Eve in Rome sounds perfect.”


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via What are you doing New Year’s Eve – Georgiann Carlson — Brave & Reckless

Edith…One

“Edith,” said her father, sighing.

“Yes?”

“What are you looking at?”

“Uh, nothing,” she answered, quickly looking down.

“There are no ‘sky people.’  You have to give up those childish ideas and grow up.”

“Okay,” she said.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he said, shaking his head.  “If there were people looking at us from the sky I would be able to see them.”

“I think we all see different things,” whispered Edith, more to herself than to anyone else.

“If you don’t stop this nonsense, you’ll leave me no choice but to send you away to a place that can care for…for…people like you.”

“Yes, father.”

“Everyone already thinks you’re strange and I won’t stand for it.  Do you understand?”

“I do,” she said.  “Perfectly.”

“Now go and play in your room until dinner.”

Edith ran up the stairs to her room, opened her closet and pulled out her duffle bag.  She threw her clothes into it, a few books, her favorite stuffed bunny, three candy bars, a package of gum, and her piggy bank.  She zipped it and went to the window.  It was just getting dark and she could hear her parents in the living room.  She dropped the bag to the ground and climbed down the trellis after it.

She was glad that she thought to wear her jacket.  Fall was fast approaching and the nights were getting colder.  She walked, cutting through the woods and staying off the main drags, until she was well out of town.  She was getting hungry, so she ate a candy bar and started humming song she heard yesterday.  She heard rustling in the trees but she wasn’t afraid, she knew the woods and the beings who lived in them.  It was a wolf and she stopped until he came closer.  “Hi,” she said, kneeling down so that he could put his head on her shoulder while she hugged him.  “I love you, you great fuzzy puppy.”  The wolf knocked her over and rolled on the ground next to her.  She giggled and rubbed his tummy.  “I’m going on an adventure,” she said.  “Actually, I’m running away from home.  I should have done it sooner but I was too little.”  The wolf frolicked around her and took her wrist in his mouth, dragging her forward.

“Where are we going?”

The wolf wagged his tail then let go of her as he darted ahead.  She ran after him and another wolf was suddenly running next to her.  She smiled and ran faster, loving the feeling of her speed and freedom.  She tired more quickly than her friends but they finally came to a small cottage in a part of the woods she had never seen before. Three wolves were sitting at the door waiting for her.  They whined and squeaked with excitement.  When she came to them and kissed each and everyone, the door opened.  The wolves ran inside while she stood there looking at the woman in the doorway.

“Well?  Are you just going to stand there all night, or are you going to come inside?”

The wolf came out, latched onto her arm, once again, and pulled her into the house.

“I’m your teacher,” said the woman, as she walked to the stove, to turn off the screaming tea kettle.  “Sorry,” she said to the wolves.  They have better hearing than we do and I try to never let the kettle make noise.  So, you’re the one the wolves have been telling me about.”

“I am?”

“They brought you here, didn’t they?”

“Yes, but I’m not quite sure why.”

“Did you leave your home for good?”

“I did.”

“They you’re ready to begin your lessons.”

“What lessons.”

“I thought you said she was smart,” said the woman, to the wolf next to her.

“I am smart,” said Edith, loudly.  “I just have no idea what’s going on, that’s all.”

“I’m your magick teacher.  My name is Lilly. Now let’s have a cup of tea and get started.”

“Magick?”

“What else would I teach you?  I’m no good at math,” she said, bending over with laughter.  “Math,” she repeated, slapping her knee.

“I can do some math and I can spell and read anything.”

“That’s nice but you talk to wolves, don’t you?  You know and see things other people don’t, if I’m not mistaken, so yes, magick lessons.”

“Am I going to live here?”

“I don’t see why not.  I have the room.  I supposed you could live with the wolves but you would eventually smell like them…”

A low grown issued from the other guests.

“You know what I mean,” she said, looking at them.  “Would you like to smell like us?”

They cried and put their paws over their noses.

“That’s all I’m saying,” snapped Lilly.  “Don’t go getting your fun in a bunch.”

“Won’t my parents find me?”

“How?  We aren’t in that world any longer.  They can’t even get here.  They’ll pretend to look for you but really, they’ll be relieved that you’re gone because they don’t understand what you are and you frighten them.”

“I see.”

“Are you worried about missing them?”

Edith thought for moment and then said, “Not at all.”

“That’s because they aren’t really your parents.”

“They aren’t?”

“Girl, they never could have produced one such as yourself.  They have no magick at all.  Dull as a….”

“Rock?” asked Edith, smiling.

“No.  Rocks are wise and they know things from the very beginning of time.”

“Oh, sorry, I just thought…”

“You’ll learn.  You’re just a babe, you’ve had no one to guide you, so don’t be hard on yourself, just open to what’s coming and embrace your true self.”

“I don’t know what my true self is,” said Edith softly.  “I mean, up until this morning I was just Edith Sitwell, of 4 Maple street Lane.”

“You were never that person.  You’re a changeling.”

“A what?”

“You’re a fairy, girl, a fairy.  You were switched at birth.”

“I am? I was?” sputtered Edith, her eyes wide.

“Of course you are,” said Lilly, leaning forward, pressing a napkin and two ginger cookies into Edith’s hand.

The wolf came up to Edith and nuzzled her neck, then grabbed a cookie and ran into the kitchen.

“He came with you.  He’s been watching over you since the beginning.  They all have but he’s your wolf.  His name is….”

The wolf growled at Lilly and bared his teeth.

“What are you snarling at me for?  I didn’t name you, did I?”

The wolf sat down and made a chuffing noise.

“He doesn’t like his name,” said Lilly.  “Thinks it’s not a proper name for a wolf.”

“We can rename him, if that’s what he would like,” said Edith.  the wolf put his paw on her lap and smiled.  “What would you like to be called?”

The wolf made a few noises and then waited.

“Really?” asked Lilly.  “Out of all the names in the universe, that’s what you want to be called?”

The wolf remained firm.

“He wants to be called Dark Wing, or Bob,” said Lilly.

“I like Dark Wing,” said Edith, happily.

The wolf threw back his head and howled.

And that’s how Edith’s story began.

Jack of Hearts…Chapter 1

Chapter One

“Looks like we’re the only two here,” she said, staring at the guy sitting with his eyes closed, his head back, bloody tissues sticking out of his nose and his once white t-shirt glued to his chest with drying blood.  “Broken nose?”

“Ug,” he grunted. 

“Hurt much?”

“Ug.”

“Want some gum?” 

“Ug,” he said, pulling the tissues out of his nose, holding out his hand.

He had beautiful gray eyes, even if one of them was currently red and rapidly swelling.  His straw colored hair was thick and disheveled and he had a lean muscular build shoved into well worn jeans.

“I’m out of bubble gum but you can snap this, so there is that,” I said walking toward him.

“Thanks.”

“What happened to you?”

“Why are you talking to me?” he asked.  “I’m covered in blood and look like something out of a horror film.  I mean, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to talk to bleeding strangers in empty bus stations?”

“No.  Why would anyone tell me that?”

“Because this is what most people would call a dangerous situation.”

“I won’t hurt you,” she said, reassuringly. 

“Not exactly what I meant,” he sighed, unwrapping the gum.

“Who hit you?”

“What kind of gum is this?  I like it,” he said, looking at the wrapper.

“Do you want to get the sex out of the way first?  Then we can get to work?”

“Uh…”

“Does that mean yes, or no? If you’re not into women, I’m good with that.”

“Can I shower first?”

“Sure, why not,” she said, grabbing his bloody hand.

 

Edith O’Connor and The Book Lovers Emporium…25

The dragons screamed and flew lower, alerting Merlin that something was amiss.

Pansy held up her hands.  “It’s just the others,” she said in a panic.

“The others?” asked Edith.  “What others?”

“I told the faeries, who disagreed with the King, that they could come here and to fight or be safe.  They’re here. I TRIED to tell you but with all the interruptions, I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”

Edith opened the door and saw over a hundred faeries standing quietly, waiting to be invited in.

“Uh,” said Pansy, looking sheepish.  “More may be on their way.”

“I see,” said Edith, turning to stare at Merlin.

“Come in, come in,” he said smiling.  “There’s room for everyone.”

“There is?” asked Edith, watching the faeries pouring through the door.

“Yes, yes,” he said happily.  “I just added a huge dormitory onto the back of the building a minute ago. Plenty of room for everybody.”

“Please follow Tilly,” said Edith, pointing to her.  “She will show you were to put your things and help you settled in.”

“I will?” asked Tilly, a lost look on her face.

“Yes, just follow cat, he knows where to go.”

“This way,” said Tilly, waving her ams above her head.  “This way, please” she said walking behind cat.

“I see faeries, pinned to a wall, like beautiful butterflies,” said Dali, making a square in front of his face with his hands.  “Yes, like butterflies, a collection of faeries but with rats biting their feet and a dead tree in the background, it’s branches holding more faeries.  And a snake, dripping blood from the feet of the fae…”

“Dali,” said Edith.  “PLEASE go into the other room.  It’s quite crowded in here and it would be greatly appreciated if you would MOVE.”

“As you wish,” he said, “but there will be flowers, yellow with pink centers and bees….”

“How long is he staying?” asked Merlin.

Edith shrugged.  “Too long.  He creeps me out sometimes.  Faeries like butterflies?”

“He has a vision that only he can see.”

“Everything is melting all the time,” sighed Edith, “and he always wants me to hang his pictures in the foyer over my counter.”

Merlin laughed.  “I think the melting just shows us that nothing is static and….”

“Excuse me,” said a lovely faerie.  “Where can I stable my dragonfly?”

“There is a dragonfly stable in the back,” said Merlin, pointing to his left, “behind your quarters.  You will find everything you need to make her happy.”

“Thank you,” said the faerie, who got back into his saddle and aimed his dragonfly at the back door.

“Look,” said Chicago, dumping more ashes onto the counter.  “Another deck.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” asked Lance.  “Is there anymore cake?”

“No and no,” sighed Edith, reaching in the wire basket on her desk.  “Degas wants a water lilly in his room and three books on the color blue.”  Edith put the paper into a contraption that seemed to eat the order and suddenly the books were on her counter with a note saying that the waterlily had been delivered.  The dog came by and Edith put the books into his basket and he trotted off.  Suddenly, music blasted so loudly that Chicago covered her ears.

“What’s THAT?” she screamed.

‘THE PARTY’S STARTING,”yelled Merlin.

Edith walked to the front door and turned the lock.  She had a wicked smile on her face and snapped her fingers.  Merlin looked at her low cut black sequined dress and army boots and inhaled loudly.

“Shall we?” she asked.

Chicago laughed.  “You two need to get a ROOM.”

Merlin grabbed Edith and kissed her with such passion that red hearts floated above their heads.  The White Cat walked in and shook his head.  Tilly came in to tell Edith that the faeries were where they were supposed to be but stopped to watch roses fall from the ceiling.  Merlin pulled away and Edith straightened her dress.  “Dance?” she asked, staring into his eyes.

“Anything,” whispered Merlin.  “Anything at all.”

Tilly had her hands over her heart.  Chicago stood smiling.  The White Cat had fallen asleep and all seemed right with the world, which is always the perfect time to PARTY, you know, when all seems right with the world, only for a few hours.

 

 

 

Edith Olive O’Connor…The Book Lovers Emporium 7

“What was that?” asked Tilly, walking up to the counter.

“Thunder,” sighed Edith.

Tilly went to the front door and opened it.  “It’s sunny outside.  Blue sky and white fluffy clouds.”

“I didn’t say the thunder was outside.” said Edith.

“No, you didn’t,” laughed Tilly.  “Where’s it coming from?”

“The weather room.”

“There’s a weather room?”

“Sometimes.”

“I LOVE this place,” shouted Tilly, dancing around.

“The things you asked for have arrived.  I had them put into your workroom.”

“I have a workroom?”

Edith signed again and said, “Yes, you have a workroom.  Where else would you work?  It’s to your left.  Go past the statue of the angel with one wing, then turn right.  After that, go through the red door on your left.  Go down three flights of stairs, go through the blue door, then up seven flights and your room is at the top.”

“Why does she only have one wing?”

That’s what your asking me?”

“What do you want me to ask you?”

“Something about the directions,” said Edith, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Oh, got it,” she said, repeating the directions perfectly.  “So, why does she only have one wing?”

“She gave one of her wings to her lover, to save him and let him know she would wait for him forever.”

“Wow, that’s dedication.  So she can only fly in a circle, right?”

“What is wrong with you Tilly? That story brings tears to the eyes of most people who hear it and all you can think about is that she’ll be flying in circles.”

“Well, I’m a problem solver.  She’s severely handicap without her other wing. How long will she be waiting?  Where did he go?”

“You are…” stammered Edith.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” smiled Tilly, leaping onto the counter.

“OFF!” yelled Edith.  “NO ONE SITS ON THIS COUNTER.  EVER!” she said, hitting at her with a handful of papers.

“Kay,” laughed Tilly,  jumping down.  “You shouldn’t get so upset about things Edith, it’s not good for you.  You’re all red and lumpy looking.  And the cats sit on the counter all the time.”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“I do.  I’m just waiting for Jerry.”

“You met him?”

“Well, that’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?  How could I be waiting for him if I didn’t know who he was?”

“Go stand over there,” said Edith wearily, shooing her toward the door.

“Now that was a loud thunder clap,” said Tilly, brushing plaster off her shoulders.

Edith picked up a broom with a long handle and started pounding on the wall. The thunder stopped immediately.

“I think you scared the thunder.”

Edith glared at her.  Now if I could only do that with you,” she snapped.

“Really? You want to hit me with a broom?” asked Tilly.  “I thought we were getting along pretty well.”

“Well, you thought wrong.”

“Um…”

“You are out of control and you don’t follow any rules.  You just do whatever you want, whenever you want to do things and you don’t…”

“And I don’t what?”

“Behave.”

“Sure I do, Edith.  I just don’t behave the way you want me to behave.”

“Hello Jerry,” said Edith weakly.

“Hi.”

The gray walked into the room and rubbed against Tilly’s legs.  “I slept great last night,” he said.  “You were so warm and toasty.  Keep using that Lilly of the Valley shampoo, it reminds me of a garden I once hunted in when I was a kitten.”

“I promise,” said Tilly sweetly,  petting his back.

“So, will you take pictures of the walls before I start painting?” asked Jerry.

“That’s what I’m here for,” said Tilly.  “Let’s do it,” she snickered, grabbing his arm and pulling him away, skipping as she went.

“I still like her,” said the White cat.  “They make a cute couple.  Now feed me, please,” he meowed, licking his front paw.

“She’s like a wild thing,” grumbled Edith.  “Untamed.”

“Lighten up Edith.  You were wild once yourself,” said the cat.  “Don’t you remember?”

“Not like that, I wasn’t.”

“I think she’s exactly what we need around here.  This place has been stuffy far too long,” purred the cat.  “Uh oh, here comes Michelangelo and I don’t want to hear about how his back still hurts from painting the ceiling in that chapel again.   I guess I’ll get my own food.  And, by the way, Puss and Boots is not on it’s shelf again.  If you find it please let me know.   See ya Edith.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The play…

IMG_2954The chicklets put on a play last night.  Since all of the Guests are so much better the chicklets though they would celebrate by entertaining them.  Jack, Morgana and Peanut played the lead in Robin Hood.  Unfortunately, Jack insisted on being King Arthur (that’s Excalibur he’s holding) and Peanut though Robin Hood was a bird, so he dyed himself to look like a robin.  Morgana was Maid Marion and sometimes Guinevere, depending on which actor she was facing.

The play was an enormous success and everyone had a wonderful time.  The legends actually blended together quite well.  The Merry Men and the Knights of the Round Table got along splendidly and there was much chirping and enough ice cream for everyone.  No one cared that the Merry Men and the Knights were mostly female.  The stage crew had a difficult time switching sets back and forth, between the forest and the castle, but they managed to pull it off, so they will be getting an award at the next party.  The Guests were grateful and rubbed beaks with the entire cast.

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