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hopecountysfavhoe · 4 years ago

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‘Cold’ Chapter Fifteen Pt.2

Rating: PG13 again

Word count: 2,935

The Deputy found Grace at the Lamb of God Church by chance. She didn't expect to find her there but she was glad that she checked. She drove up to the front door and found Grace up in the bell tower, watching for anyone.

"Hey Deputy, hang on I'll come down there." Grace said and climbed down a ladder to the ground where the Deputy was standing. They sat on the stone wall together, silent for a long time.

"How have you been? Have Kim and Nick been putting you to work?" Grace asked and the Deputy laughed.

"Nah, they've been worse. They've been telling me to rest." She said and Grace cracked a smile.

"But seriously, how have you been?" Grace's voice was serious again.

"I'm fine. People need to stop worrying so much about me. I'll get back up, I always do." The Deputy was clearly frazzled with all the extra attention she'd been getting recently.

"People are just worried."

"Yeah I know but nobody used to worry so damn much, not until I got kidnapped." The Deputy sighed, rubbing her thumb over a rough stone on the wall.

"People always used to worry, Kim especially, you getting hurt just gave us a reason to vocalize it." Grace explained and the Deputy looked at the ground.

"...I know. I just wish people would forget about it and let me do my job."

"Which is? I remember you coming in here to arrest Joseph Seed, not become our holy saviour. Deputy, I'm not telling you to never help again, I'm asking you to be ok with giving yourself a much needed break." Grace looked at her despite the Deputy not making eye contact.

"I just don't know how to do that." The Deputy said and Grace nodded.

"I know, but I will help you figure it out, and we all know Kim will." Grace said and the Deputy let out a small laugh.

Grace could see right through the Deputy's lies. She could look past every excuse and see what was really wrong with her. She knew that her wanting to 'do her job' was just because she wanted a distraction from her thoughts. She knew that the Deputy wasn't fine and that she wasn't ok but she was driving herself insane trying to figure out who she was when she wasn't fighting.

Grace had gone through the same thing when she came back from the war. She turned to hunting and marksmanship as her outlets but when you're barred from fighting or shooting the way the Deputy was, then you can start to lose yourself.

Grace got an idea on how to help the Deputy. "Hey, come follow me." She said and stood up, she turned and offered her hand to the Deputy which she accepted. Grace helped her to her feet and started walking into the woods. The Deputy didn't know where they were going but didn't ask, she felt like being surprised. They didn't walk for long, but when they arrived the Deputy was shocked.

Displayed in front of them was a gun range, secretly tucked away in the woods. Grace had targets hanging from trees, sticking up behind rocks, through broken branches, everywhere you looked were targets. "This is where I go to have some alone time. I sight my guns here." She said and took her rifle off her shoulder. "I'm guessing Kim confiscated all of your guns?" Grace asked behind her.

"All except my pistol." The Deputy patted the pistol on her hip. The Deputy was still looking around at the targets when Grace held out her rifle to her.

"Here, try it out." The Deputy stared in silence for a moment, trying to process what was happening.

"Hang on, you want me to shoot your gun?" She asked with disbelief in her voice.

"Yeah, you need an outlet and shooting is the perfect outlet. Just...don't change settings please?" Grace asked as the Deputy accepted her rifle.

"Of course, yeah I won't touch anything." The Deputy promised and looked through the sight on top of Grace's rifle. It was weird to hold somebody else's gun, but feeling the weight of the heavy metal under her fingers was comforting.

Grace took a step back and watched as the Deputy got into her shooting position on her stomach. A small grin crept onto her face as she watched her relax into her shot.

The Deputy lined up the shot with a closer target, wanting to see what kind of accuracy it had. Of course it hit dead on, it was Grace's gun. She shot just about every target Grace had set up, only missing a couple of times. If she missed she'd try again and get it right then move onto the next one.

It was so good to get to shoot again. The Deputy hated having to shoot people, but when it was targets it was much easier. The gun had a silencer on it, of course, so it didn't have a loud bang when it fired but it was relieving stress either way.

She didn't realize how much she missed it, shooting. It was always something done out of pure necessity, it was something that had to happen whether you wanted to or not. But after a year of shooting it had become second nature. The bolt action, loading bullets, making sure it didn't jam, they were all mundane activities that had made sitting in that clinic bearable. Now, the doctor didn't let her have her rifles or semi automatics in the bed with her but she allowed her empty pistol and she would let Grace hand her individual components of her guns if they were kept far away from her. It was something about making sure the Deputy wasn't putting herself or anyone else in danger.

That was the best part of getting out of that damn place, people didn't treat her like a child or like she'd gone crazy. She knew the doctor was just doing her job but still, it felt so demeaning to be forced to walk around on crutches (which she hadn't used since she left the clinic) and take her pain pills at a specific time of day.

The Deputy tried to expel that annoyance and anger towards her situation through shooting, and it was working. With every metal target she hit she felt immensely better. She turned around to look at Grace with a huge smile on her face.

"Thank you Grace, seriously. This is just what I needed." She thanked her and stood up off the ground. Her legs wobbled a bit but they did that when the Deputy stood up. She handed the rifle back to Grace who reloaded it.

"Anytime, come on let's get you back before Kim gets upset at us." Grace shouldered her rifle and gave the Deputy a pat on the shoulder. They started back through the woods and walked till they could see the top of the church.

They didn't talk as they walked but they were normally a quiet pair. They just listened to the sounds of the forest and enjoyed each other's company. They came down the hill right before the church and saw that nobody else was there except for the Deputy's truck.

Grace walked a little in front of the Deputy so that she could open a small gate in the fence for them. Suddenly the Deputy felt something sting her neck. She reached her hand up and felt her neck, pulling away a small contraption of some sort. Her vision got wonky and the world started spinning around her. Unable to keep her balance she fell to her knees, she wasn't even able to get Grace's name out of her mouth.

Grace turned around at the sound of something falling and saw the Deputy on all fours. "Deputy!" She exclaimed and rushed to her friends side.

"What happened?" She asked and the Deputy tried to say something. Her brain was too scrambled to get out a sentence so she just showed her what stung her neck. It was one of the Peggies' Bliss bullets. Grace immediately scanned the area for any Peggies and reached for her gun.

Out of desperation for something that didn't feel like it was spinning the Deputy gripped a patch on Grace's pants. Grace didn't know how to help so she just put her arm around the Deputy and made sure she didn't fall over.

"Let's try and get you to the truck." Grace was already lifting her to her feet. She brought one of the Deputy's arms over her shoulders. With her other arm Grace hooked it under the Deputy's right arm to help hold her up.

Moving wasn't great for the Deputy's rocky vision but Grace was determined to get her out of there before any Peggies showed up. She hobbled with the Deputy until she got to the passenger side door of her truck. She opened the door and helped her in, doing most of the heavy lifting until the Deputy was sitting in the seat properly. Her face had gone pale and her eyes were heavy and unfocused. Grace put her seatbelt on her and closed the door.

As quick as she could she hoped in the drivers side door and peeled away from the church. "I'm bringing you back to Nick and Kim's house but I have to make sure nobody follows us." Grace said as they rumbled down the road in the opposite direction of Nick and Kim's house.

The Deputy didn't open her eyes, instead she kept them scrunched up and shut so that her vision wouldn't keep swimming the way it was. She could hear Grace talking but it sounded far away, almost like she was underwater. The Bliss sped into her system, eating away at her will to stay awake. The steady rocking of the truck didn't help either, everything felt to comfortable. She couldn't help it, she basically drifted to sleep.

Grace looked over at her unconscious friend and turned down a random road abruptly she couldn't see anyone following her but that wasn't very relieving. Still, she'd driven all around Hope County and the Deputy hadn't woken up yet. She knew she was still alive, she was breathing. But still, it bothered Grace that she'd never even seen the Peggie sniper. They must have been watching them in the woods and radioed John that the Deputy was there.

After she convinced herself that she'd lost anyone that was following her, Grace sped up and went down the road that led to Nick and Kim's house. She practically skidded to a stop in front of their house and was already putting the truck in park as she opened her door. Grace leapt out of the truck and shouted for Nick.

"Help! I need help!" She shouted and raced to the passenger side door. Nick scurried out of the hangar at the same time Kim opened the front door of their house. Kim shouted for Nick and rushed over to the truck.

"What happened?" Kim demanded as Grace opened the passenger side door. The Deputy's seatbelt kept her in her seat but her unconscious body leaned dangerously towards the ground. "Is she ok?"

"No, she got shot by a Bliss bullet." Grace said and Nick was suddenly right by her side.

"Let's get her inside." Nick said and Grace unclamped her seatbelt. They were careful to not let her fall as Nick grabbed her right shoulder and Grace grabbed her left shoulder. Kim closed the door in the truck and raced to the front door of the house.

Nick and Grace carried the Deputy up the front steps, her feet were dragging through the dirt but she was already as propped up as she could be. "What happened?" Kim demanded and swung the front door open.

"We were by the Lamb of God church and she just collapsed. I got her here as fast as I could." Grace said and her and Nick brought her to the couch.

"I don't know what to do for a Bliss bullet!" Kim panicked as the team lowered her onto the couch. They lifted her legs so that they were on the couch and took a step back. Grace knelt down next to her and felt her pulse.

Nick tried to comfort Kim while she rushed to find a towel and water. Grace felt around her pocket and found what she was looking for. The Bliss bullet looked like something from a movie. It was a small canister no bigger than Grace's thumb and long needle stuck to the end. All of the Bliss from the canister was in the Deputy's system.

"All we can do is wait and see when she wakes up. But I'd be careful, I don't know how big of a dose this is and sometimes coming out of the bliss can be dangerous." Grace told them as Kim rushed back into the room.

"Did you get attacked?" Nick asked and Grace shook her head.

"No, we were just walking and when we came back she just fell over. I didn't even see anybody." Kim dipped the towel in water and pressed it to the Deputy's forehead gently.

The Deputy made a strange noise and shuddered away from Kim's touch. "Careful Kim." Nick warned and Grace placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Let me, we don't know what she's seeing right now." Grace took the towel from Kim who backed away from the two. Kim and Nick watched as Grace carefully dabbed the Deputy's forehead.

The Deputy reacted to Grace touching her like it was a live wire. Her arms and legs suddenly gained the mobility to try and fight back despite her eyes never opening. She tried to claw Grace who promptly put a knee on her chest to stop her from rolling off the couch.

"Nick grab her arms!" Grace ordered as the Deputy fought back. Nick ran around behind her head and grabbed each of her elbows, pinning them down to the couch. Grace stepped off of her chest and grabbed her legs, pressing them down into the couch.

"Dep, snap out of it!" Nick yelled into her ear as she thrashed. The Deputy shouted and shrieked like she as in pain, her whole body trying desperately to fight off her friends.

"She's in the Bliss Nick, she doesn't know it's you. She probably thinks we're the Peggies." Grace said and held fast to her legs. Kim watched in horror as the Deputy struggled so horribly.

"Don't let her hurt herself!" She exclaimed and suddenly heard Carmina start crying.

"Don't bring Carmina down here, you go up and try to keep her calm. We'll stay here until she calms down." Nick said and readjusted his grip on her elbows as the Deputy fought to get loose. Kim nodded and hurried upstairs.

"Dep, look it's me! It's Nick, you're ok! They don't have you, you're safe!" He said but his words bounced right off of her.

"No! Get off of me!" The Deputy screamed but Nick and Grace didn't.

"Hey Dep, it's ok you ain't anywhere near that fucking Seed ok? You're here with me and Grace and Kim and Carmina." The sound of Carmina's name especially made the Deputy thrash.

"Maybe she thinks you're John. Say something John wouldn't say! You know she doesn't fight for herself, try something that convinces her we aren't going to hurt anybody." Grace said and Nick's brain was scrambled.

"Ok uh uh, I'm not hurting anybody, I just want to talk?" His words, although unsure sounding, were helping.

"Good, I don't want to go near your family, I only want you." Grace added. These were all thing John would never say but since the Deputy thought it was John saying them she calmed down.

"If you stop fighting then I won't hurt anyone." Nick tried and the Deputy's fight basically stopped instantly. He didn't actually think that one would work he was just spitballing. "Good, just stay calm ok? We're not going to hurt you." Nick reassured her but that got her upset again.

Grace cursed and held tighter to her feet. "Damn it!" She exclaimed. "I guess that's a trigger statement."

"Maybe the most not-John thing I can do is not talk?" Nick suggested.

They tried not saying anything and the Deputy slowly calmed down. Eventually she stopped thrashing and her breathing got more even. Nick looked over at Grace and gave her a small nod before he eased off the Deputy's arms.

"Christ." He muttered and wiped his forehead with his arm.

Grace carefully stepped away from her legs, her hands raised so that if she thrashed again she could quickly jump back in her. "I think she's out now." She said quietly.

Nick looked to the stairs. "I've gotta go check on-" Grace shushed him and pointed to the Deputy, she didn't want her to hear any of theirs names incase she jumped back into a panic. "Oh right, I'll be back." He said and walked up the stairs. Grace let out a deep breath and studied the Deputy. She looked down at her friend with a frown.

She kicked herself over the fact that she didn't see him. She didn't even know there was a Peggie sniper anywhere near the church, and yet he managed to get to the Deputy so easily. It was too easy. Grace promised herself she would be more vigilant next time she was ever out with the Deputy.

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vicekings · 5 years ago

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That winter found Henry in a cast, maneuvering about the farmhouse over rickety crutches and barking orders at the Seeds, who had made the mistake of offering their assistance to him in his time of need. They’d thought helping him with housework would be an easy way to endear themselves to him.

They’d been sorely mistaken.

“Cedar goes with the kindling pile, not the rest of the wood!” Henry snapped, glaring down at the offending bundle in Jacob’s arms.

“What’s the fuckin’ difference?” Jacob growled back.

“The fuckin’ difference is I’m not wasting good kindling by using only it in the fire. Put that shit in the right place before I beat your ass with it.”

Jacob muttered idle threats under his breath as he followed the orders. If Joseph thought Jacob would be welcoming Henry Bishop into his bunker when the collapse finally came, he had another thing coming.

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prophesyr · 6 years ago

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WEEK TWO: ENVIRONMENT, OCTOBER 9TH / know the difference between want and need, between extension and crutch. this is a line we cannot blur. for when we do, there is no turning back. word count : 1,945. trigger warning : drugs, fire, death, more. discretion heavily advised.

Seventy-eight miles. A distance far too vast for Joseph’s mind to easily grasp. Beneath the three crosses, he stood in silent study. Truly, his newest Faith had OUTDONE the others. Already, she and the Bliss could be considered all but one. Now, she stood proudly before the start of the path, which she lay out for the Father. ‘ Are you sure this is what you want? ‘ There was no real hesitance in her voice—only the expectation that he may have second thoughts of his own. ‘ I have to know, ‘ he murmured in response, and allowed himself to be led into the first cabin. There, she shaved him, save for his brows. He was granted food and made himself swear that he would only accept more when offered. His feet would remain as bare as his head. Should he need a weapon, the cross of Eden’s Gate would keep him safe. This was left behind. If the path took his life, then he had always been wrong. Trumpets scattered the room, filling it with enough of their own perfume to drop a fine haze in his yellowed vision. On the table at its end, she readied a mask for him. Woven of a silk made of the plant’s stems and soaked in its purest extracts, its effects would not relent soon or with ease. ‘ Have you tried my Bliss, Father? ‘ she asked as she turned it in her hands. ‘ I mean, REALLY tried it? ‘ He relaxed in the plastic seat, his head tilted back as he prepared himself for what may come. ‘ No. I’ve never been anywhere but my right mind. ‘ That pulled a stifled chuckle from her. Not much, just enough to know that Faith had taken her place behind the Father. ‘ Don’t be afraid. ‘ Though he wanted to tell her that she could never scare him, the mask pulled tight over his mouth and nose before he could form the words. A slow burn coated his throat, inching downward until it found his chest. Every limb felt weightless, though each felt more impossible than the next to lift from where he sat. Colors faded and popped ; the slightest sounds roared like a grizzly trying to claw out from inside his head. He could hear everything. Birds, planes, the river. He could hear the hum of a busy road m i l e s away, and more than anything, he could hear his own thoughts. Should the VOICE speak now, Joseph would devour every word. Something touched both shoulders, and he almost swore it made him jump. No, he didn’t move. But she moved him. Faith helped the Father to his feet, and she took both hands in hers. His vision w a r p e d , pulsing in rhythm to his own beating heart. No longer did setting have any meaning. He could no more place where he stood than he could remember his own name, let alone why his mind kept repeating, seventy-eight miles. And never had she looked more angelic. Faith brought him outside and stood him at the first stone. ‘ Follow the pedals. Read the stones, ‘ she instructed in a voice he could TASTE—like cinnamon and honey. ‘ Walk the path. ‘ Whether he stood there longer than he thought or she truly was a ghost, in what felt like seconds, Faith was gone. The first stone, he relived. It boomed with the same noise it had so many times before. He felt the sting of Old Mad Seed’s belt, heard the cries of his baby brother, held the hand of a stranger who knew him by name, and saw the coming Collapse. It rushed in and pushed his bare feet toward the path, down the winding mountainside, and across the footbridge. At the edge of the wood, he found himself offering his own flesh to John once more. His brother paced anxiously, e x c i t e d l y , hands itching to purify someone who was not himself. Though he doubtless felt blasphemy on his lips, his hands curled readily around the tattoo gun he once imagined would always be nothing more than a hobby. ‘ Confess to me your sins, Joseph, so you may ATONE. ‘ And Joseph found himself reclined in the Throne of Mercy, eyes locked to the fourth beattitude as he recited yet again, ‘ As far as the East is from the West, so far does he remove our transgressions from us. ‘ We have much to cover. His mind echoes the words into the endless cavern of his subconscious. Wrath, pride… LUST. They are your only worldly possessions. ‘ Where should I begin? ‘ His hands brushed against fields of Bliss, his wide, white eyes cast toward the Northern mountains. At his side walked wildlife of all dangers, each as placid as the last, and he found his message reaching the ears of a buffalo. They gathered at his heels, repeating the words of the third stone— Joseph Seed’s message reaches the ears of his first true followers. They soon, Seed’s message reaches, soon begin to call him, message reaches the ears, Joseph Seed’s, true followers. They soon, him their Father because of his great, Joseph Seed’s message, his great wisdom and guidance. Civilization always felt just out of reach. At no time near enough to soil the wild overgrowth. Campers and hikers kept him fed, hesitant though they seemed even through his stupor to come in contact with anyone in his state. Not yet had they known Bliss nor was a shaven version of the Father a familiar face, but they knew a mouth in need when they saw it. He hoped beyond hope that they would see the days of REBIRTH, come the end of Collapse. Revelation found him on the fourth stone. Purpose, it stated. He had been given purpose, and he screamed the word from within a burning Toyota on I-275. ‘ Purpose? ‘ he cried to the woman who had dialed for help. And to the men who pulled him and his limp wife from the wreckage, he screamed, ‘ This is purpose? ‘ Paramedics strapped him to a gurney atop a mountain in Montana, woodland creatures gathered to watch the show, and he reeled in the people’s grasp, ‘ WHAT KIND OF PURPOSE IS THIS? ‘ Across foothills, over ridges, through rocky passageways. Only when he stood center of the Father’s Cross, painted across the gravel road, did he understand that his feet were bleeding. Joseph Seed collects his blood family—The Father almost laughed when he saw her name. Is that what they were now? He and Faith, blood. But he could feel her coursing through his veins. She sat at his side before his own altar. The shrine rose in billows of Bliss and fell among the seats of a small amphitheater. It beckoned him to w a d e in the waters at its basin, to dive into the depths of what the Project at Eden’s Gate could truly be. He accepted that promise in the words of a Priestess. Whether it be her teachings or how her face warped into that of Faith’s, he hadn’t the will to decipher. Of course, a sister, she had to be. The trees took on names and faces, each belonging to one of his own children. They bowed at his heels and asked him to stay a while longer. Collapse was not necessary ; all that mattered was what they built h e r e below the Heavens. Joseph pushed forward, and harder still, they begged him to turn back. ‘ SNAKE! ‘ half warned in the voice of the sixth stone, each splintered and ready for battle. ‘ The Voice guides, ‘ the faithful growth whispered back with the seventh. Jacob stood across a new bridge, one which took a lifetime to cross. With every step, Joseph revisited a story the elder told. With every mile, he saw a different l i f e his own brother ended. Breathing came labored and WEAK, and when he reached the end, Jacob smiled. ‘ You’re not looking so strong, Father. ‘ In all directions, the forest’s protests grew louder and louder. At the bottom of a great cliff stood a nameless tree, flowers and the c o r p s e s of his family hung from its branches. In horror, he watched as their eyes opened. John’s grin matched Jacob’s, and Faith’s John's. The Baptist hissed, ‘ Just say yes. ‘ The Soldier commanded, ‘ Cull the weak. ‘ And the Siren bade, ‘ WALK THE PATH ‘ Rats guided him away, toward the suffocating embrace of the woods and the open mountain air at its edge. The Henbane hushed his sobs, and for the first time since he set out on his journey, the Father felt c l e a r . The region lay out before him like a map of some fantastical realm, and the river herself gave her promise. Have faith, and all will be okay. The eighth stone came with a message. His hands would save this place, these people from Collapse. And he wanted to believe, with everything in him, that it was true. It had to be, or all for which he worked, everyone who SUFFERED by the hands of the Project in one way or another… But in the distance, he saw it. His own concrete likeness standing miles in the distance, and the river below lulled him again into serenity. Among the bones of those who fell before him in this region, he understood the certainty of death. He saw the meaning of Collapse, and to weigh one against the other was a spark compared to the aftermath of a wildfire. That was the reason for the Bliss, the ninth stone argued, and a bird chirped overhead its agreement. But again, that tree stood in his way. ‘ A white horse. ‘ The dread wafted around him in a green mist. In its foreboding, it housed the silhouettes of Conquest, War, Famine, and Death. The hooves of the steeds thumped the ground, stomping furiously in the presence of the Father. Their riders stayed silent, masked by badges and titles. Over them loomed the great hanging tree, its branches now empty. And Death lowered its scythe to Joseph. ALL THAT YOU LOVE WILL COME TO AN END. This was its promise. Bees swarmed inside his head, and he heard his own voice demanding obedience from all which could hear, ‘ BEGIN THE REAPING! ‘ They pillaged and plundered. If it could be confined within their grasp, his family held it high for all to see. They became a disease on this earth, and he was the one who spread it. But as diseases do, his had a cure. One by one, his Heralds fell, and in their place rose the tree once more, now ablaze with the light of the truth of the twelfth stone. The Seals are opened and fire cleanses the Earth. In the Gates our Family waits. He walked until his body ached. He crawled until his palms bled. He climbed until his breath ran short, and upon the pages of his own book, he wept before the eyes of the Father. Was he worthy? Could a man such as he be allowed sanctuary within the Garden? ‘ Together, we will march through Eden’s Gate, ‘ the Father said, the marble of his mouth cracking as he spoke. Joseph pulled himself to his feet. As the Father wills it, so it shall be. Both arms raised to his side, palms facing whatever Almighty may be looking down upon his unworthy presence. One foot behind the other, toe-to-heel, he backed to the edge of the Word. ‘ Of course, ‘ he surrendered, dropping the mask to the ground below. His heel found the page’s end, and his eyes raised to meet the Father’s. ‘ ALL that I am. ‘ In his clarity, there was no thought, no mistrust, no dithering. This was all that it could be—A LEAP OF FAITH.

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krycss · 6 years ago

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words | Ch 4 | Jacob Seed x f!Deputy

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By the time they reached the dining room the smell was enough to cause Rook’s head to spin. She had grown used to musty factories, dirt floors, and whatever smell was coming off of her. She made a mental note to take a shower the minute she could. On the table was a spread of vegetables, roasted chicken, and a bowl of salad. There was also a bowl of what appeared to be broth which Rook assumed was for her and some bread rolls. Jacob helped her to her seat before going to sit in his own across from her.

Joseph said a prayer of thanks for the food, the family, and for Rook’s return. A chorus of “amen’s” were said as everyone began digging in. Rook picked up the soup spoon next to the bowl. It shook in her grasp. The broth was chicken based and still rather hot. Taking a cautionary sip, Rook almost let out an obscene noise from the flavor alone. It wasn’t much, but it was better than whatever rations the Johnson’s had been forcing her to eat. Rook was blocking out much of the conversation going on around her, instead focusing on not spilling anything. After a few spoonfulls she tore off a piece of bread and soaked it in the broth. She wasn’t sure how her body would handle solids yet so soggy bread would have to do. Every now and then she’d catch the eye of one of the siblings. They give her a smile, she’d give a small one in return. It was too….comfortable.

Rook couldn’t help but feel the room start to shrink in on itself. The sibling’s laughter seemed to grow louder until the noises in the room became too much. A scrape of a fork on the ceramic plate here. The setting down of a glass there. The mumbles of voices that Rook couldn’t pick out. There was a high-pitched ringing that grew louder and louder.

It was too much.

Too much.

She felt a hand reach out and touch her own and Rook shot up out of her chair. It scraped loudly against the wooden floors, clattering behind her with the force. Her breathing was erratic and all she wanted was for the noise to stop. She ran, as much as her legs would allow her to, towards the nearest door. She stepped outside onto the patio overlooking the forest behind the ranch. Rook took in a large, shaky gulp of air through her mouth and let it out as slow as she could. Her hands gripped tightly onto the railing. The small ledge between her and the ground was only about two feet but to her it seemed like an abyss. She didn’t know she was crying until she felt a drop land on the back of her hand, loosening the grip. Her knees buckled beneath her as she fell to the floor with a heart wrenching sob.

Weak.

Rook was broken out of her thoughts by the sound of wood creaking behind her. She knew who it was. The man was a giant but he had a way of sneaking up on people that she never understood.

“Cat?” It was quiet, making sure she knew he was there.

Rook hummed in response.

“Can I join you, or would you rather be alone right now?”

Rook smiled at his consideration. She felt small, like a child, as she nodded and reached out her hand to him. He grabbed it as he maneuvered his way down to the floor, his knees popping in the process. Normally Rook didn’t crave attention or touch, but at this moment all she wanted was to be grounded. Jacob’s hand squeezed hers gently as she moved to sit closer, resting her head on his shoulder. There was a companionable silence between the two of them. The only noise being the raspy breath of Jacob and the occasional sniffle from Rook.

Rook felt her eyes starting to drift shut when Jacob moved around, causing her to sit up again. From behind him he pulled out the notebook and pen, offering it to her. A small part of her was appreciative that he thought to grab it in case she walked to talk.

“You don’t have to, but, just in case you want to get something off your chest.” He placed it on the floor in front of her.

Rook stared at it. Her crutch. The only other physical sign of her weakness aside from her scars. She hated that she needed it. She could talk. She knew she could. So why wouldn’t the words just come out, she berated herself. Her breathing was picking up again. Was she hyperventilating? She had never done it before herself but she knew the signs from her police training. She felt a grip on her shoulder, softly shaking her.

“Cat? Cat, look at me.” Jacob urged her softly.

Her grip on his hand tightened, clinging to him like an anchor. She took a deep breath, calming herself some degree. She nodded her head as she glanced up at him. His face was emotionless, but she could see the worry in his eyes. She was his soldier. She wasn’t supposed to break down.

“You gotta at least give me something to work with.” Jacob brushed some stray hairs from her face. “I know you’re hurting, and I’m not expecting you to be better any time soon. But I want to help, so I gotta know what I’m dealing with, alright?”

Rook closed her eyes, nodding slowly. She reached for the notebook but changed her mind at the last second. She could get this out. She had to try at the least. Jacob moved his hand so that their fingers interlocked. Rook focused on the dog tags hanging from his neck. She needed something to focus on that wasn’t his face.

‘He isn’t Johnson. He won’t hurt you for talking.’ She reminded herself.

Rook was thankful that Jacob was a patient man, allowing her all the time she needed to try to push through this roadblock. Her mouth opened and closed multiple times. A whimper left her throat at one point and Rook chastised herself for the noise. She decided not to try for anything lengthy. He could figure out what she was battling with one word. Steeling herself, Rook squeezed her eyes shut.

“W-weak.”

Her voice was small. Scratchy. She didn’t recognize it.

When she didn’t hear anything from Jacob she began to worry. After a moment of silence that felt like eternity, Rook felt Jacob’s fingers grasp her chin lightly so that she’d look up at him. She wasn’t sure what she expected. Anger? Understanding? Confirmation? But what she didn’t expect was the confusion, and the sadness that seemed to be there.

“You think you’re weak?” He asked.

Rook nodded, her eyes never leaving his despite how much she wanted them to.

“Oh, kitty Cat.”

Jacob’s hand moved from her chin to her neck, pulling her into his lap and her head into his chest. She moved her hands to rest on his chest, fidgeting with his tags. She felt drained, but his nickname for her blossomed a warmth in her chest she hadn’t felt in a long time. He hadn’t called her that since-

“You aren’t weak.” Jacob’s voice broke her out of her memories. “Not many people could have gone through what you did for as long and come out of it alive and strong.”

Rook scoffed.

“You know how I know you’re still strong? Even after being starved, beaten, and tortured and who knows what else, what did you do immediately after being freed?” Jacob’s hand squeezed the back of her neck. “You used whatever strength you had left in you to kill the bastards that did this to you. That right there? That’s strength. That’s you culling the herd, just like I taught you. And I was so, so damn proud of you that moment. You got that?”

Rook’s hands snaked their way around Jacob’s torso, holding onto him for dear life.

“You’re not weak. Each of us had our trials. I’d like to think that this was yours. And you came out on top. You made it through. Now all that’s left to do is see what happens next. And when you feel like it, we can pick back up your training and-”

Rook cut him off, shaking her head. She wasn’t ready to think about that kind of stuff yet. She didn’t want to think of the future, she just needed to focus on getting through this day-by-day.

The two sat outside for the time being. Listening to the sounds of their breathing and the chirping of crickets. Jacob was running his hand through Rook’s hair, getting the knots out as much as he could. After a while, Jacob spoke up again.

“Think you’re ready to head back inside? You need to get some more food in ya to build up your strength.”

Rook took a deep breath, giving Jacob one last crushing hug before sitting up to face him. She was going to nod her head but then her stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet peace between the two. They both started laughing. The rumbling of Jacob’s body caused Rook to fall out of his lap and onto the patio, earning even more laughter. Rook couldn’t remember the last time she had actually laughed and she felt as though a dam inside of her had been opened.

“Come on, let’s go feed that beast.” Jacob chuckled, earning a swat to the shoulder by Rook.

Rook helped Jacob back up to his feet, though he protested that he didn’t need the help. When they walked back into the dining room the other siblings were currently cleaning up the table. They all turned to face them.

“Are you okay?” Faith asked gently. “Sorry if this was all too much too quickly.”

Rook shook her head. John walked over to her, a sad look in his eyes. He hadn’t spoken to her much since she arrived and she didn’t know what was going on in his head. Before she could react he had his arms around her neck, pulling her in tight. It shocked her for a moment, but she eased into it.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbled into her shoulder.

She could hear Jacob huff behind her at the display. She looked up and saw Joseph and Faith smiling at the interaction. She didn’t know what the future would bring her. But right now she knew she at least had this odd family to help her along the way.

#actions speak louder than words #jacob seed #far cry 5 #jacob seed x deputy #fc5 fanfiction

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musicalcuriosity · 7 years ago

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List of Newsies

Literally just a list of some of the newsboys mentioned in various articles, including known names or nicknames (and ages in 1899 if possible). Eventually, I’ll add links to tags of other things people have discovered about them. If anyone has a name or information to add, let me know!

*= I couldn’t determine if this was the nickname of a previously mentioned boy within an article, or an entirely seperate person

bolded= a character featured in the ‘92 movie/stage musical

Newboys

Louis Balletti (Louis Ballat, Kid Blink, Red Blink, Blind Diamond, Muggsy McGee, Mug Magee); aged 16-18 in 1899

Ed Higgins (Racetrack)

Nick Myers (Young Myers, Young Mush); I’ve seen “Nick” in quotes, so I’m not sure that if that’s really his first name?

Dave or David Simons/Simonds/Symonds; 21

Bob “Indian” Stone (or Bob Indian)

Joe Kernan/Kiernan (Hungry Joe)

Mickey Myers (possibly the same as Nick? can anyone confirm?)

Edward Rowland, 16

Mikki Fischler, 12

John Falk; a black newsie

John Charge

Toby Duck; leader of the Trenton newsboys

Johnny Driscoll

Seadsy (?) McGuire

Thomas Donegan/Donnegan/Dunnigan (Niney, Nine-Fingered Tom [age 14], Nine-Eyed Donegan [age 18]); 12 in 1899?

Joe Lipman

“Tow-Head” Halligan; I think he is actually from Troy, but I liked his name

“Foxey” Osborne

“Dinky” Bateman

Mugsy McGrath; another name for Kid Blink?

Dope

John J. Foley

Socks

Jimmy the Goat

James Lahey, 20

Michael Lamadica, 14

Walter Briggs, 14

Little Mike

Jim Gaiety/Gady

Morris (Young Monix/Manix, Yeller, Hunch Maddox, Skinney (?))

Barney Peanuts

“Crutch” Morris (Crutchie, Crutchy)

George Thompson (Micky)

Eddy/Eddie Murphy

Walter Murphy

Timmy Kelly

The Black Wonder

Lewis Miller

Emil Kuehn/Kahune (H.H.); 15

Skaggs (Skaggsy)

Tiny Tim

Yak Egg

Moses Burns; 11; I’ve also seen “Burrie” for a last name

John Gallupo/Aleppo/Alleppe; 13 or 15;

Louis Kirlow/Kerlow/Kerllow; 13 or 16

Milo Green, 15

Spot Conlon, 14

Edward Fitzgerald

Henry Butler (Butts, Major Butts, Puts [?])

“Jack” Harney

Jack Seeley

Peter Peglies, 22

William Gibbons, 23

Albert Smith, 15

Cornelius Boyle (Grin); 13 or 14

Abraham Greenhause, 14

Issac Miller (Ike); 13

Joseph Mulligan (Thimblefinger); 17

Frank Dresso/Glasso (Juicy); 17

Donato Carolucci (Mushy Pip); 17

Jim Seabook (Scabutch, Scabooch)

Rubber*

Michael Romeo

Samuel Wolkinsky; 13

John Armstrong; 14

“Yell” Meyers; its possible/probably that this is the same person is Mush

“Kid” Fischer

“Young” Gal

Kid Fishbein

Sol/Charles Levy

“Buck” Farley

Abe Cutler

Solomon Levy

David Ruben

Simon Levy (Yellow)

John Mason/Masin; a Brooklyn Newsie

Charles Schrott; from Newark, New Jersey

George J. Fabian

Mike McAleenan/McAleen (Boots); 11; possibly the same as LIttle Mikey/Little Mike

James Hefferenan

Pie-Faced Jim

Jack Sullivan (Gass House)

The Squealer

Richard Crocker

Edward Herbert, 21

__Williams (Half-Dollar)

__Ford

__George Thompson

__Gallagher (Johnnie)

Steamboat Mike

John Wilson

Barney Peters (Barney Peanuts)]

Samuel Eisenberg; 14

Abe Newman

Sam Keeler; son of Annie Kelly?

Louis Mendick, 14

Louis/Lewis Hass

The Colonel

Cross-Eyed Joe

Cross-Eyed Peters; I think this may be the same guy as Cross-Eyed Joe?

McBinn or McLinn; the article in which I found his name is difficult to read

James Tobin

Friedman Frockets

Newsgirls/Newswomen

Annie Kelly; owned a newsstand

Mrs. Shea; sold papers and turned agains the union

Mrs. Corcoran; sold papers and turned agains the union

Mrs. Cry Baby; German; loyal to the strike

Jennie; scares off scabs

Rosie Corcoran: Mrs. Corcoran’s daughter, and a well known newsgirl

Others

Warhorse Brennan (a former newsboy who came out in support of the boys- sold at W. Broadway and Chambers St. for 20 years)

Jack Tietien (not sure if that’s his name)- owned a newsstand on Church st.

Joe Bernstein (a prizefighter)

Leonard A. Snitkin (a lawyer)

Charley Adler (assemblyman)

Phil Wissig (assemblyman)

Frank P. Wood (a baseball player in support of the boys)

Timothy Sullivan (political figure/gangster); “Dry Dollar”

Abraham Lippman (owner of a newsstand)

James G. Neill; 50; was the (new) elected president of the union following the (a suggestion was made by Mr. Lippman)

William Reese; a black man who sold lemonade, and was a friend to the newsies

“Crazy” Arborn; sold pretzels & donated food to the boys, and was given a seat on the union (thanks to @thevioletsunflower for the info!)

A.J. Klock; 23

Bertha Saffe; 23

Mr. Dufty

James “Jim” Lavelle (”Scotty”; the King of Chinatown): local saloon owner

#newsies #ref: newsies #newsboys strike of 1899 #newsie names

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sayofchains88 · 3 years ago

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Chapter seven: Finding Alice by OrangeLetters88~

She flips down from a tree branch. "Were you tailing them or something? Vampire has telepathy now?" Alex asks more confused.

"Of course not, I am not a vampire; give me your hand." She says pulling him up by jumping with her strong hind legs. She holds her finger her mouth to be quiet.

Joseph walks through surveying shortly before leaving. Alex could feel the pain in his leg still despite for the most part hundred percent then before. "Why are you helping me?" Alex interrogates.

"Because he is looking to game anyone he can find. It seems like he is planning to end your small group. I know he already took your old base and now have your old clan captive." She explains.

"Why do you know so much? Who are you?" Alex asks leaning against the tree feeling sick.

Ida peeks over to see Alex losing grip of the tree tipping to the side. His eyes trying to keep open when Ida drops down below to catch Alex who slips forward, Ida grips his legs trying to give him the best support she can. Dizzily he leans his face against her shoulder. "My whole life is gone because of him. Everyone I cared for is gone. I had been trying to track him down. He will rue the day he destroyed my life also I am from the mountains."

"Join us and we will take revenge for you I swear. I just need a little more time to heal is all." Alex chimes in weakly.

"Let me take you back to the house then, we can talk inside." Ida said as they slowly trudged back to the house where Clarence was smoking flicking it to the ground seeing Ida carrying Alex.

"Clarence, I am sorry, but seem a lot seemed to happen in the time I was out." Alex replies pushing himself off Ida to tip to the side.

"We knew you went missing eventually, but I also saw Joseph coming from the wood so I had a feeling. I saw someone with him...looked like a child, but I don't think he is. Is he Alex?" Clarence asks. Wrapping his arm around Alex like a crutch walking him inside with Ida following from behind them making it to Alex's room where Clarence would retrieve a chair for him and Ida.

Clarence begins examining Alex's leg with the healing hole while they talk. "I am Ida, I come from the mountains. I had been following those two rogue vampire for a long time. They had killed my clan. I will die trying to take what he destroyed, but now he has increased his fold. If you are targeted then he will not stop till you are vanished. This time I will make sure you are safe. I tried to warn Cooper, but he celebrated this so called help." Ida preached her story. Clarence stops Ida holding his wrapped hand around a slightly feverish Alex.

Laying him down him injects Alex with a mild sedative. Telling him to rest and taking Ida's hand and locking the door behind him. Steel peeks in asking where Alice is.

Something felt very off to Clarence that very second. Christian and Steel were looking high and low for Alice.

"Alice, my poor sweet Alice. You had been through much. If follow me I will protect you." Alice looks upon a cliff at the end of the forest. She could feel as though a million hands were dragging her down an endless hole. She was about to step down the side with her eyes closed till Clarence grabs her from where the land shifts between both of their feet crumbling.

He wraps his arms bracing the worst as they fall. "The hell is wrong with you?" he addresses screaming as they tumble far below. Alice snaps out of it.

"Where am I?" Alice asks confused.

"Are you serious? What are you seeing?" Clarence evaluating Alice's psyche in the small period he never thought he would have to toddler another vampire clans people.

"I was being pulled down by hands after following a rabbit or so I thought. It felt familiar. Someone was calling me." Alice responds blankly. Red eyes pursued them deep in the twilight of the day.

"Of course you would catch on to me Clarence. I thought I would have captured sweet Alice." A child like figure in the distance snaps his fingers. Alice stood up right with her hands to her side. "She is doomed to repeat her life it seems."

Steel looks on as she heard a clap then an explosion could be heard and seen from a far. Running to the edge smoke covers everything making it hard to view what is happening.

"Stay away Steel!" Clarence screams from the bottom. He could feel her lingering not far from him above.

"Yes protect your princess. Amazed you didn't see it under your nose." He cackles. Alice was able to summon the many hands a long with the vorpal blade from the ground. "Now Alice give me the blade..." He demands.

Walking forward she tries to give the sword till Clarence pulls it from her hands. She collapses like a rag doll hitting the ground. "She is the reincarnation of Alice eh?"

"Hand it to me fool. It is not hers, but she has the right to carry the blade yes. I felt her awakening since she had become a vampire. That blade is priceless." He explains.

"Is this so you can gain full stature pint size?" Clarence said swinging it around before he knows it he feels a pang of pain from holding it. He drops it. It disappears back into Alice.

"For now you win." He says walking back in seemingly vanishing. Swiping Alice in arms fast as he can in case he looks around to get footing to push himself back up the destroyed cliff side, reaching up Steel grabs his arms helping him with bringing Alice; Steel makes sure the both are safe.

Steel checks Alice's breathing. "She is fine, but we have a new problem..." Clarence states. Steel kisses him at the same embracing him in hug.

"We will work this out together. It seems we need to protect Alex and his crew a little more before we go back to normalcy here." She says scared.

Clarence picks Alice up when he is impacted by a heavy presence. Alice begins to glow. Steel backs away. An illusion of a young child chasing a rabbit is seen before she realizes she is being watched.

The image twitches trying to convey its message. "It seems I lived a happy presence for a short time. Once again my life is sent a rift in time. I am fated for the chaos that is a vampire. He will find me if I am not separated from her current being although it seems even that is too late to me. If Alice dies the vorpal blade will turn to Edwin who discovered the magic contained in its pages of my book. If she is tranced then she will become his sheath, she will bring forth literally the hands of destruction, your books of fairy cannot stop them." Alice explains breaking up. "There is one way though..."

Alice stopped glowing. The image stops and disappears. "His name is Edwin? That midget is named Edwin." Clarence growled to himself. Steel felt something tug her long gown. A golden rabbit giving her a large watch with a key attached to a chain swinging to the side.

"Protect your reality with this. You will know when it's time. Do not use it till then." The rabbit asks. "It is with great importance that you seek distance unless you are in danger."

"Joseph will separate Alex from Alice, but from what I gauge Alex was revived with her blood when she was still human...Let's go back Steel." Clarence suggests.

Almost every night a party has happened at Steels large compound since Alex's crew had been invited. Clarence settles Alice back into bed with Christian guarding. Opening Alex's door he is limped over the leg of Joseph.

Blood running down Alex's neck, his grip holding his arm up as though it was some forbidden love scene. Clarence swipes at Joseph almost hesitating.

Joseph dodges Clarence's attack attempt. "You dirty bastard. You snake! You never know when to call it quits. We may be able to drink from other vampires, but doesn't mean we should!" Clarence shouts.

"This is why you are only second to me. Survival is hardly on your mind. We are animals first. We wear our preys flesh on our faces. Why not utilize it, but no I am here for my toy. Isn't he a pretty little thing?" Joseph says ogling Alex's face with his long fingernails touching into his hair. "Master Edwin made him feverish with delusion so I could come in to retrieve him."

"Edwin has that ability? Who is Edwin, Joseph?" Clarence asks in shock.

"Of course, he could make you his doll if you were target. Master is amazing. Oh you look astonished." Joseph replies licking his fangs. Walking over to Joseph he grabbed his arm pulling Alex from his arms.

"How the hell do you reverse the fever curse?" Clarence demands fed up.

"Like I would ever tell you how to reserve the fever curse, all you do is bust in on my fun." Joseph responds while climbing out the window. "For another time I suppose."

Clarence sighs deeply placing Alex back on the bed. He makes sure to secure the lock on the window and close the curtains. He sits there with his hands on knees looking down. He notices Alex's book tipped off the shelf partially opened.

He tosses the book on the ground. "Vepar, I need your help. It's Alex. The witch of the mountain is dead so I cannot ask her what is wrong with him. His eyes are open and his fever is persistent. I offer you my blood as right now there is nothing more I have." Clarence said shaking, but the book stays un-summoned on the ground. "It's probably due to the fact I am tired right now..." Clarence says to him falling asleep next to Alex on the floor.

In the morning he feels a hand on his shoulder. He clutches the hand slowly waking and groggy.

"Thank you Clarence. I will take it from here so you can rest." He says smiling.

"The spell broke? How are you awake?" Clarence asks weakly.

"Vepar came to me in a dream, he told me I need to wake up. I need to protect Alice and Christian. I can't do it sleeping. He gave me back my energy, but he also told me you called him. So I thank you." Alex praises.

"I didn't have the strength to properly send you to him." Clarence responds depressed.

"But you did and he came. I am fine and that is enough. Where is Ida?" He asks.

"I am not sure...a lot has happened. You cannot let Alice out of your sight. She is the reincarnation of Alice of the book fame, with all things there is a grain of truth. Alex this is the time for you to finally become who you need to be your kin. Steel and I will be with you all the way through this. Please trust us." Clarence asks.

Alex goes to change into his normal clothes then meet Clarence out to check on Alice. Christian and Mars are talking side by side. They find they made fast friends. Steel came to drag away Alex to hand him the pocket watch.

"You need to stay here till this whole thing blows over. They want to try to get you all apart. We can help protect you. Alice will probably be lured with illusions more and more plus I am pretty sure Clarence wants to level the playing field with Edwin and Joseph." Steel confines.

"That guy's name is Edwin? I felt he was an old soul. He wanted to kill me, but he said if I don't kill him, he will kill me, but Joseph wants me as a play thing. I thought I was going to die earlier if Clarence didn't come when he did." Alex explains trying to relax.

"Joseph is not your usual fighter Alex." Clarence states. "We grew up in the same space at one time. We mutated due to both being experimented on by human captors so it's not exactly coincidence that we share the same ability. He killed our captor trying to save a female companion, but she bled out a painful death. We all bonded those days."

"I wondered how you two have similar abilities. It feels like your fangs are more jagged." Alex points out.

"We were given implants to apparently latch better. Joseph broke through his chains to rescue her, but instead when he realized it was fruitless and toe his throat out in an adrenaline fit of rage. We parted ways only to find each other again..." Clarence reveals.

Steel stood silent reminiscing when she met Clarence one rainy day. He lay defeated on the ground broken and bleeding after Steel dispersed the group who was beating him up. Cleaning him up she realized how gorgeous he was. They shared their first laugh when he temporally had to wear an eye patch.

"Stop Clarence, it's okay, You have a home now. No need to explain yourself when you owe none." Steel responds blushing grabbing his shirt.

"He deserves to know what Joseph is. He is specially aiming his sights on Alex while Edwin is going for Alice. This is their own war, but the main problem is Edwin..." Clarence expresses biting the nail on his thumb. "Is he a vampire?"

The small room they were in seemly became large like they stood in the middle of a vast amount of stars that starts to move around center of them. Shooting stars fly past them. Clarence clutches Steel firmly by the shoulders. Alex goes on defense like a cat on all fours.

"I can find you from anywhere in the world if I wanted." Edwin cautions walking into the room in front of them.

"Bastard..." Alex growls under his breath. Edwin snaps Alex goes limp once again with fever curse Steel kneels down clinging to Alex.

"Do you think you really can mess with me?" He threatens snapping again bringing Alex out of it. He looks up perplexed. His mind foggy with hopelessness as Edwin walks over to him face to face. Edwin once again snaps displaying everyone lying on the ground appearing to be passed out.

Alice displayed on her bed. Her arms to her side like she is sleeping beauty; her eyes flutter open. "You know how easy this is for me?" He counters taking her hand gently. She gets up and does a twirl as they start to dance. He sways back and forth with her as the two are slowly entangled in each other's emotions. She smiles gingerly stepping side to side.

The two simply enjoying a dance, Clarence starts to feel sick when Joseph wraps a metal shackle around his neck pulling him back from Steel who shouts all the while Edwin continues to promenade with Alice who seems to not be able to acknowledge anyone else there.

When Alex pulls out the large stop watch about to use it when Edwin stops, Alice's gaze on Alex when the reflection of the watch hit her eyes. She seemed to be able to melt the illusion without Alex needing to open it.

Everything stops Clarence, Steel and Alex alone in the room again. The house where all should be; Clarence runs into the room where Alice is, she is sitting up. The expression on her face terrified filled with sweat looking up at him in awe. Christian and Mars unaware of the occurrence ever happened or that something even materialized.

"Are you okay Clarence? Alex? Steel?" Mars asks confused. Who follows close behind.

"Can we talk to Alice? We will call you back later I promise. Take a break." Clarence said nervously showed them out. His legs felt like jelly registering what happened by touching his neck lightly.

Alice glimpses at everyone in the room. Bringing her legs up to her chest to hug them warily, Alex unsure of what to say looks away.

"Do you know Edwin? Did you not see us?" Steel picked at Alice's brain.

"I did not. That watch brings back memories I know aren't from this time in current reality. Edwin is a reincarnated member of Wonderland. He is the cat...ageless, timeless. He was brought back as a human child. I didn't know his life would come into despair his first incarnation. I could see his life before my eyes when that watch came into my vision. I realized I was under control as soon as the light hit my eyes." Alice illustrated. "I don't think he wanted me to know who he was. He was turned on accident instead was left for dead."

"Not everyone wants to turn..." Alex forlornly thinks a loud.

"I don't regret turning. Alex we came from the same fold. We know we would not have survived if we didn't take that offer. Those winters were brutal. Keeping dinner on the table was scarce." Steel proclaims.

"But Edwin was a child. Not even proper age to give his life." Alex argued to Steel. "We gave them permission and they gave the question of immortality to weigh on."

Steel huffs clasping her hands together behind her back, Alice gets up from the bed taking off the night gown off in front of the others popping on an oversized soft brown sweater and jeans; Alex and Clarence ashamed looked away.

"I am not that Alice anymore. Yet seems to him I will be till we finish him off. He didn't know even know his past till he opened the limitless book at akashic records is when he opened the great seal in his life. His hair stained white over the beautiful brunette hair he previously had." Alice once again spelling out Edwin's life at the moment pushing on brown ballet flats.

"Becoming a vampire opened his intelligence and ego. His inhumanity would set him apart from other vampires I am sure, but why this quest to take his role back as Cheshire cat?" Clarence asks.

"I did not view that. Only his suffering spoke to me. He saw deeply into me as well I know it. He is going to use it none the less. He is looking to get revenge for his humble life destroyed by bandit vampires who killed his parents and little sister. I want to visit their grave outside of town." Alice responds concerned.

Alex grabs her arm. "You can't go alone. Did you not just see what Edwin is capable of? We will come with you." He scolds her. She takes her hand back giving a slight attitude before softening up.

"Fine, I understand." Alice replies with a sigh.

Steel hands Alice and Alex a vial of blood. "We need to keep our strength up. Remember Edwin wants the vorpal blade."

"I was listening on you guys. Please take me with you to examine the grave." Ida interrupts.

"We know you two are behind the door already. Christian, Mars. You both need to watch the house while were gone in case something happens." Steel chides.

"It's not like we're going to fight. We need to observe a grave. This isn't a gang thing." Clarence explains slightly unsure what else to say.

Christian shrugs at Mars. The two felt they were in heaven. Steel's compound has multiple rooms dedicated to games of all sorts. A large library, a very large kitchen and dining room, ball room and many bathrooms and plethora of small rooms to bring a human as a late lunch or dinner so you need it to be.

They weren't upset at Alex despite a lot of their time ended in medical bay. They went into the dining room following behind one of Steels roommate's to make small chat. Clarence pulls the car outside.

They pile in and make it to the location not far from their place, Alice winces in pain to notice her palm is bleeding touching the grave stone. She can see images of Edwin crying hard hugging the stones.

She felt like she was being watched deep into the distance from the tree. She walks over to it looking at it. Alex points out the parallels to the famous illustration practically instantly.

Alice scowls at Alex who backs away. Joseph walks from the tree swinging his cane. "Master is in the tree, but he knew you would be here."

Edwin jumps down. He signals for Joseph's cane sword who hands it to him. Who literally takes swipes at Alice who dodges each time. She starts to get acrobatic darting each attempt before struggling to summon the vorpal blade.

He swings with more furious conviction Alice every time tries to get it right. She slides on her knees dunking the latest stroke. He sticks to his stance. Both are un-moving.

"You were just a child. You need to move past this already." Alice shouts.

"You think it's just about that?" Edwin laughs. Getting off her he drops the sword. Motionless in the position after, Alice alert moves to the side. "Stay out of my mind if you plan to live any longer then I will allow."

Alice pulls the sword from her chest. "Mirage of memories!" She howled the energy seemed to blow her into the trunk of tree dropping sword. Every one blasted to the ground, Alice is able to retrieve it before Edwin could.

Joseph picks Edwin up. "Nothing happened?" Edwin bleeding from the head semi-conscious rubs his face trying to view at the scene.

Alex holding his head while helping Steel up, Clarence couldn't find Ida. "Something is wrong..." Clarence announces.

Looking around everyone could see no differences. Alice stood stationary. Her hair grew longer her appearance shifted to a different face and she was shorter. Visually Victorian holding the sword to the side walking over to Edwin about to give it to him when Clarence not thinking properly decided to take his knuckle and beat her in the face; she turned to him shocked.

"What did you do that for? It is the Cheshire Cat." She replies about in tears.

"I am so sorry Ms. I thought you were someone else and unreasonably hit you." He says offering her his handkerchief since he grazed her face with his ring.

Edwin leaped from Joseph's arm. "You are Alice? Do you remember me?" He inserts himself between Clarence and Alice.

"Of course I do. Why would I have forgotten?" Alice questions.

Alex checks the watch when he hears inside like a tapping to an image etched like Ida inside. He clicks the stopper. Alice faints in Steels arms releasing Ida back into this realm.

"Where the hell was I?" Ida wonders. "I am pretty sure it weren't in heaven. I was small in a large bottle. A lady smiled at me, but I think she knows whatever is going on."

Steel fanning Alice with her hand apprehensive of the situation, Edwin still not understanding so he paces in front of them all when Ida attacks him head first. "Long time no see. Of course you would go with Alex to get revenge."

He tosses her to the ground with almost no energy at all. "What are you?" She asks.

"An inter-dimensional vampire, this is no time to getting on my nerves." Edwin said wiping his shoulders insultingly. "Why did she use that spell? It seems to bring back literally a memory of her former self, but proves she is indeed the reincarnation. She saw me as the cat when that cat has been dead for millions of years now, but means..." Edwin stops freezing.

"Master Edwin?" Joseph asks.

"Why would she try to give me the sword? Can she not feel my aura?" Edwin says visibly trying to hold back tears. He wipes them quickly to instruct Joseph. "Think fast Alex"

Edwin snaps his fingers sticking Alex under the fever curse. Joseph punches Steel in the gut taking Alice from her arms swiftly also grabbing Alex. Clarence catches Steel who is bending forward despite the massive hit she took. Ida moves back uncertain how to go forward.

Alex had dropped the watch from earlier. Clarence makes his way to retrieve it. "I hope Vepar watches over Alex...at least till we find them."

"He is going to turn Alice into the sheath. We have to find her or were all in danger. He is seriously mentally imbalanced. He feels every vampire has done him wrong it seems." Steel states winded.

"Humankind is also his enemy at this point..." Clarence says feeling past hope. Ida also gets the impression that is not a simple task.

"He feels more like a God then a vampire. He is almost impossible to fight. He snaps and he turn us inside out..." Ida responds wistfully looking to Clarence and Steel. "I feel like giving up..."

"If we give up and were screwed when Edwin literally sends the hands of destruction our way, we need to regroup with Christian and Mars and figure it out from there." Clarence affirms. "If Edwin wants a battle then we will give him one."

"Darling, aren't we getting ahead of ourselves with this one?" Steel says disheartened.

The silence felt deafening when Clarence put his hands on Ida and Steel. "Look we are way in way over our head, but we have a unique team here. We better head back please trust me. After all...I am a vampire's vampire." Clarence says with a smirk. "I am only the one fit to get rid of Joseph..."

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stockwellarchives · 7 years ago

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“[Schnabel]: Well, it's funny, because I was talking to Jack Nicholson about you yesterday, and he said, "He's the boy with the green hair." THE BOY WITH GREEN HAIR was the first film that I saw that terrified me.

DEAN: It did? How old were you when you saw it?

[Schnabel]: When did that film come out?

DEAN: It was made in 1946, but it may have come out later than that.

[Schnabel]: I must have seen it when I was about twelve years old. I think they showed it at school. The notion of the boy's would-be friend saying, "It's O.K., just come to me; I won't tell them where you are," and then grabbing him, yelling out something like "He's here, I've caught him!" terrorized me. That scene is what sticks in my head. The boy thought he had a friend there, and then the guy turned him over to the pack of other children hunting him.

DEAN: Well, that moment wouldn't have had that effect on you if you hadn't developed a sympathy with the character prior to that. All through my life I've been told by people that that movie had an extraordinary impact on them. A psychological and emotional impact.

[Schnabel]: The funny thing is that I can't remember why the boy's hair turned green.

DEAN: That's interesting about that movie - countless times people have said the same thing about it. No one remembers why the kid's hair turns green. It turns green for no apparent reason. Then he's persecuted because he's got this green hair, so he runs away. He runs into the woods and finds, in a clearing, these smoking ruins with these children there, with bandages and crutches and stuff, and bleeding, and they tell him they're spirits of children that have been made war orphans. And they tell him that his hair does indeed have meaning: it's a symbol that there shouldn't be any more war. Then he comes back into town with a feeling of purpose and goes to all the people that have been putting him down, telling them the reason his hair is green, but they end up making him shave it off, because it threatens them, because it's different. So in other words you're talking about an antiwar movie done in 1946.

[Schnabel]: Right . . .

DEAN: . . . with a mythological turn to it. And a metaphysical turn to it. A lot of the principal people involved were, as a result of that film, blacklisted. Joseph Losey left the United States and never came back. And there was a bunch of others. I'm not talking about the blacklists that everyone knows about; I'm talking about prior to the Hollywood blacklist. I'm surprised I wasn't blacklisted, but I was only twelve years old or something.”

Schnabel, Julian. "Dean Stockwell." INTERVIEW Magazine, March 1990.

#Dean Stockwell #The Boy with Green Hair #1948 #quote

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Fun A very cute cat book. Enjoyed and gave it as a gift. Go to Amazon

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Great gift for cat lovers. Purchased as a gift for my cat-loving sister. She loved it!!! Go to Amazon

Feline Intoxication Obviously this author is entranced and bewitched and also bewildered by cats. Together with colorfully displayed portraits of different felines in their most beguiling poses, Brooke Jordan has collected the comments of cat-lovers over the ages, from the Egyptians who worshiped them to contemporary figures who find themselves bemused yet delighted by their imperial behavior. The contents are loosely divided into sections talking about cats and their idiosyncrasies, comparing cats to dogs, felines and their human aspects, and other cat features. The naturalist Joseph Wood Crutch remarks that cats never suffer from insomnia, while Will Rogers claims that lettin’ a cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in. Listen to Doris Day who swears that you haven’t lived until you’ve lived with a cat, or follow Ernest Hemingway who finds that one cat leads to another. Those infected with the awe of cats, surrender to their domination of the home, ignore furniture scratches, dismiss hair-balls, and carefully remove the shed fur. Cat lovers succumb to a few purrs and are entranced by the mystery of the cat's enigmatic behavior. This delightful book extols the gifts that cats bestow on its keepers. Go to Amazon

Love this book so much! Love this book so much! Been a cat person for about a decade now and the book still taught me a hell lot of things about these abominable yet at the same time sweet creatures! Go to Amazon

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Curtain Call, Ch. II

Chapter 2 of "Curtain Call," an Essence of Ragnarok story.

When I originally wrote the "epilogue" of "Found and Lost," I just wanted something… more. But, after having some time to think about it, I decided that it wasn't a very good "end" to the story arc. Sooo… I made this story.

Word count: 4,347 – Character count: 24,455 Originally written: February 11th, 2019

Taking some advise from a stranger in the park, Joseph makes another run at his "old friend."

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Seated in a swing at the far end of the playground equipment was a figure dressed in some nice-looking clothes. The fair-skinned figure – a human girl with shoulder-length, reddish-brown hair with a short fringe – was wearing a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, and gray dress slacks… but, she also wore two odd accessories: a yellow scarf wrapped around her neck and, despite the clear weather, bright red rain boots with gray soles. He also noticed that girl, who was reading a book, appeared to have a pair of crutches with her, both of which were rested against the nearby poles of the swing set.

“Uh, hey…” he cautiously greeted. When the brown-eyed girl looked his way, he asked her, “Mind if I join you?” She offered a soft smile and a light giggle. “I don’t see why not?” Joseph smiled, as well, then sat down on the swing next to her. When she went back to her book, he asked, “What’cha readin’?” “Oh, nothing special…” she replied. “It’s just a silly story about a robot super-hero.” The fox’s ears perked. “Tell me more?” “Well…” The girl gently closed her book before turning her full attention toward Joseph. “In the story, there’s this evil scientist who’s trying to take over the world. Um, the little robot’s creator – a good scientist – upgrades the robot to fight the evil scientist and the rest of the book is about the robot’s journey… learning about what makes Beings do what they do… wondering about things like morals, ‘right,’ and ‘wrong…’ and– oh! I’m… rambling, aren’t I…?” The girl rubbed the back of her head, offering a sheepish grin. She’d noticed the odd look the fox was giving her. “I just… really like this series! It’s interesting, watching the robot – who started as a helper ‘bot – come into its own and truly learn what it is to be alive! I highly recommend it!” “I’m not much of a reader…” Joseph paused… then, he softly smiled. “But, you’ve certainly sold me on the book.” “I have?” The girl’s eyes brightened, as did her smile, and she clapped her hands together. “Great! Then… you can have this one!” With that, she handed the book over to a very-confused Joseph.

“I don’t– what? Isn’t this yours?” he half-stammered. “No, I was just borrowing it from the library… which was a silly thing to do, considering I don’t even live here! A friend of mine convinced me to check it out – not literally check it out, but, you know what I mean!! I ended up ‘checking it out,’ anyway… then, I lost track of time!” “But–” “It’s far too late to return the book, today… but, if you’re willing to take it off my hands, then I don’t have to worry about it, and you get something fun to read! Everybody wins! O-oh! Um… th-that is… if you want to! I-I mean… oh, gosh… that was so rude of me!” She nervously laughed, rubbing the back of her head, again. “I-I’m sorry! Here, let me–” “No, no,” Joseph told her, pulling the book out of her reach. “I-it’s okay. I’ll take the book back, for you. Just… this was pretty sudden.” “Yeah… I’m sorry. I meant to return it before I left, but like I said… I lost track of time. But, hey! If you’re interested, then it all works out! It’s… due in five days, by the way!” Joseph chuckled. “Good to know!” Then, the two fell into silence.

The two sat side-by-side, Joseph holding a book and the brunette holding her hands between her legs. Neither of them seemed like they wanted to speak up, especially after the weird scene the latter had pushed onto the former. But, after several moments of nothing… “Hikari.” Joseph perked. “What?” “My name. It’s… ‘Hikari.’” “Like, the wood?” “No-no-no, my name isn’t ‘Hickory,’” she laughed. “It’s ‘Hikari.’ ‘Hih-kah-ree.’” “‘Hikari,’ huh?” He paused. “Pretty.” “Well, my name is actually ‘Bruce,’ but…” Joseph narrowed his eyes during his companion’s pause… then, he emitted a flat “What.” “Okay, long-story-short,” the lady started as she looked skyward, “My parents didn’t believe in traditional gender-role names. My mom liked the name ‘Bruce,’ and my dad did, too… I guess… so, it stuck! ‘Bruce Hikari!’ I usually sign things ‘B. Hikari,’ or go by just ‘Hikari,’ though. My first name is… a little confusing, what with me being a girl, and all.” “Why not just have it changed?” The girl half-scoffed, half-laughed. “If I did, my parents would disown me! Besides… It’s not so bad. School was sure something else, though… Kids can be so cruel…” “Tell me about it…” The two shared a smile before returning to their respective neutral positions.

“Joseph.” Hikari tilted her head toward her companion with a curious hum. “My name’s ‘Joseph,’” Joseph repeated. “It’s nice to meet you.” “‘Joseph?’” The girl smiled, again. “Nice to meet you, too!” Joseph smiled, as well, then leaned back in the swing, finally putting himself into motion. “What brings you to Masamune, if you don’t mind my asking?” he asked as he pumped. “That’s classified!” Hikari giggled, then she told him, “I came to the library to research something for my boss. Once I was done taking notes, I decided to look into that book my friend recommended. It was such a nice day out, I decided to check it out… but, as I said twice before, I got so into the book that I lost track of time! Then… you showed up, and here we are!” “Oh.” He gave a nod. “Right.” “I’m glad you came here,” the brunette said with a warm smile. “You’re really nice. Plus, now I can pass this book onto someone who actually lives here! I’ll probably get the book, digitally, later, so…” “Well…” Joseph started, “the library does have a drop-slot–” She tilted her head. “Oh?” “– but, that doesn’t always mean books make it back to where they need to go.” “Oh…” “Masamune Public Library is notorious for ‘losing’ books from the drop slot. So… yeah. You can trust me to return it on time. Once I’ve read it, anyway.” “Actually… you probably shouldn’t start with that one.” “Huh?” Joseph slowed his swing to a stop. As he did, he noticed that Hikari was sheepishly grinning, again.

“That’s Book Number 3…” she confessed. “I read the other two, at home, and was working on that one, today. You should probably read them in order? I mean… you don’t have to, but–” “Well, if I read this one and like it, that would just make me more interested in getting the other ones, wouldn’t it?” “I… guess you’re right…? Okay– sure!” The two laughed before, once again, falling into a brief period of silence.

“So…” Joseph had resumed swinging when Hikari got his attention, again. “What brings you out this way, if you don’t mind my asking?” “I… needed to clear my head,” was all he cared to tell her. “I had a rough day.” “Tell me about it…” “Yeah.” “No, I mean…” She offered another smile as she suggested, “Tell me about it?” The fox hesitated for a long while, wanting to lose himself in the back-and-forth of swinging… but, after a few moments of ignoring Hikari… “I get it.” “What?” He came to a dead stop which almost made him fall out of the swing. Hikari had gotten up and was in the process of collecting her crutches.

“You don’t have to tell me about your day, if you don’t want to,” she told him with a somewhat sad smile. “I can guess that something went horribly wrong, so it’s understandable if you don’t want to talk about it. If you’re not going to talk at all, though, I should probably get going. I have a long day of paperwork, tomorrow, and–” “Wait.” She paused, hovering on her crutches and looking at the fox in the swing. “Yes?” “I… lost a friend, today.” Her hands immediately covered her mouth. All-at-once, she understood why her new acquaintance had been so hesitant to talk about his day. “I…” she softly whispered, lowering one hand while keeping the other clenched over her chest, “I thought something bad happened, but… Gosh, I’m so sorry…” “To be fair…” Joseph offered a comforting smile. “I knew she was gone, three years ago. I just… didn’t want to accept it. I still don’t.” “I… know what you mean.” “Y-you do…?” Hikari gave a nod as she set her crutches aside and sat back down. “Accepting that someone’s gone from your life can be hard… almost impossible… especially if you’re not even sure that they are gone. But, eventually… there’s a point where you can’t deny it, any longer. You have to face the facts and admit… to yourself… that they aren’t coming back, no matter what you do.” “You… sound like you’re speaking from experience.” The girl softly chuckled, but she didn’t seem willing to either confirmed or denied that.

“If the person you cared for also cared for you…” she continued, “you have to ask yourself, ‘What would they want me to do?’ And, if they didn’t care for you? Then, are they worth worrying over, anyway? Once a person is gone and they’ve all-but-proven they’re not coming back… there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it! It’s best to just remember the good times and try to forget whatever bad times may have happened. At the very least… those kinds of experiences teach us valuable lessons about life, love, and friendship. Right?” “You… had a bad relationship with someone, didn’t you?” Hikari gave another chuckle and closed her eyes before going silent. “I… guess I’m being a little transparent, huh?” she asked, after a moment. “Any more,” Joseph replied, “and I’d wonder if you were even here…” Her chuckles turned into giggles, then, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Honestly… you’re right. Completely and totally.” “I am?” the girl curiously asked, watching her friend hold on to his swing’s chains. “Relationships… good-or-bad… teach us one thing: how much the relationship is worth to either party. And, they always end up hurting everyone involved… whatever the end may be.” “Mmm… Bleak, but… not untrue.” “This friend of mine… She was incredible. We had the best relationship…! But, circumstances beyond our control brought it all to a sudden and horrible close.” Hikari hesitated before asking, “Did… did something bad happen to her?” “She… well…” Joseph inhaled… then, he told her, “She d… died.” “I thought so…” The girl frowned. “I’m so sorry, Joseph…” “Like I said… she died, three years ago. Only just today am I starting to get that. Heh… I’m such a dope…” “You’re not a dope!” she immediately told him. “You just–” “I spent the last three years of my life telling myself that she’d be back. Today, I even went and saw her. But, that girl I saw… wasn’t the girl I loved, anymore…” The brunette gave a confused blink. “W… wait, what?” “The girl I loved died, three years ago. All I saw was a hollow shell…” “I… A-are we talking metaphorically, now? I thought–” “Screw that shell and its creator…” “R-religion…?” Hikari blankly stared. “Metaphors? Religion? What are you–” “Hope wouldn’t want me to be sad. Especially, not for three years. And, that girl? She wasn’t Hope.”

Joseph stood up and walked in front of Hikari. She gave another befuddled blink as he took her hands into his, squeezing them with a bright smile. “Thank you, Hikari. You helped me realize exactly what I need to do to bring this chapter of my life to a close.” She gave yet another blink as he spun around and started jogging away. “Take care of yourself!” he said to her. “And, thanks, for the book! I’ll return it to the library in a few days! I promise!” “What… just happened…?” was all she could say, then. “I’m so confused…!” –––––

Another bright, sunny day graced the house on the hill well outside of town. It was on this day that a familiar figure was working on moving boxes into a large storage building. “Just put that box of bolts anywhere, Marie,” a voice called from inside. “Yes, Doctor!” was the blue-haired girl’s cheerful reply. “Once you get those bolts in here, we can… who… who in Ash’s Void is that?” “What?” Marie looked in the direction her friend was staring. “Oh, no! It’s him, again!” She immediately set the box she was carrying down and ran into the storage building. Instinctively, she stood by her creator – who had reached to a nearby rack and retrieved a pump-action shotgun – as a furry figure waltzed into the yard of the house on the hill. Clearly, neither one of them were in a social, welcoming mood…

“Get off of my property, you filthy beast,” the doctor shouted as he walked down the driveway, Marie trailing behind. “I heard what you did to my– what. You? You?!” The girl blinked as her creator immediately leveled the barrel of his firearm at the approaching figure. When she heard him cock it, though… “Waaait…!” she cried. “Don’t shoot!” “What.” The dishevel doctor shot his creation a glare that made her wince. “I-I mean… l-let me talk to him? I drove him off, yesterday, so…” “Marie. This is the vermin who…” The doctor paused. “N-never mind.” “What? ‘The vermin who,’ what?” She gasped, her eyes going wide. “Did he do something to you, Doctor?! Is that why you hate beast-men…?” “He’s the vermin who… kept me from repairing you,” he carefully worded. “W-well… m-maybe, he had a reason?” “That’s… I…” Dr. Lewis growled. “M-Marie, go inside! I’ll take care of this pest!” “Wait! Don’t hurt him!” she pleaded. When she was greeted with a very sharp, impatient look, she clarified, “I-I mean… b-blood is really hard to clean off of grass and pavement…!” “It’s my pavement and I couldn’t care less about the–” “Hi.” “Gah!!”

Without any warning, the startled doctor fired a round… into the sky. None of the three present were injured, though at least two of them were startled by the sudden explosion of powder and steel balls. Still, that didn’t stop the stranger from smirking at the befuddled doctor. “Long-time-no-see, Dr. Lewis,” he said. “Not long enough!” The doctor cocked his gun, ejecting an empty shell, before shoving it right against the stranger’s chest. But, as he gave the trigger a second pull… “What…?” All he got was a click. “Great– just great! The one time I forget to reload this cockamamie thing…!” “Nice to see you, too, Doc…”

The enraged doctor gave another growl before swinging the butt of the empty gun at the visitor. Luckily, the other man seemed ready for it and jumped back… while holding his middle finger up and at the doctor. When the scruffy man lost his temper and threw his gun down… “Anyway. Marie.” The visitor took advantage of the situation and directly addressed the target of his visit.

“Go away!” Marie told him as she tried to calm her creator down. “You’ve severely upset the doctor and, frankly, you’re upsetting me just by being here! I told you that you weren’t welcome here! Why did you come back…?” “Because…” The fox-man inhaled, exhaled, then calmly told her… “I came to apologize.” Marie gave a blink of her green eyes. “You… want to apologize…?” “Enough of your lies, beast-man!” Dr. Lewis reached down the front of Marie’s outfit, surprising her as he whipped out the revolver from the other day. He was quick to point it right at the fox’s face, causing her to gasp. “Masamune City by-laws state that parties who enter private property uninvited are subject to punishment of the owner’s discretion!” he half-shouted at the intruder as he primed the firearm’s hammer. “You’ve trespassed on my land for the last time, vermin!” Just as he tried to pull the trigger, though… something stopped him. “Doctor Lewis!” And, that something was Marie.

“What? How did–” the confused doctor stammered as he found the gun he was holding suddenly in the hands of his creation. “Marie! I order you to give me back that gun!” “Yes, Doctor.” He smirked… only to scowl, not a moment later. “Marie! What are you doing?!” “I’m returning the gun to you,” she told him as she brought it back, handle-first. “I mean… why did you unload it, first?!” She gestured with her free hand to the fox-man. “So you wouldn’t shoot him?” Dr. Lewis narrowed his eyes… “Direct Command…” Marie’s blue eyebrows rose… then, she sharply gasped, dropping the bullets on the ground. Dr. Lewis had been cut off… by a disabling punch to the face.

“Anyway…” the fox said as he cracked his knuckles and smiled at Marie. “I came to apologize, and–” “G-get out of here!!” Marie suddenly shrieked as she pulled her furious creator close. “I came to apologize for the other day, when I–” “I said… get out of here!” she screamed, throwing the handgun at him. Even when it hit him in the face and knocked his glasses off, though, he refused to listen.

“I’m sorry for treating you like… like… uh, what are you–” “M.C.P.D!” Marie cried into what looked like a small display – something she’d pulled from seemingly nowhere. “There’s a psychotic stalker at the Lewis complex outside of town! He assaulted the doctor and refuses to leave! Please, help us! Hurry!!” –––––

“Well-well-well… What’ve we learned, Mr. Lithius?” “Shove it, Jess.” “Heh.”

Joseph leaned against the passenger-side door of a car, arms crossed and a huge pout on his face as his friend, Jessica, drove him home. Against all reason and logic, he decided to stick around for the police to arrive while Marie and the dizzy doctor barricaded themselves inside the lab-house. When given the chance to make a phone call, the fox woke up his very-angry night-owl friend and had her come get him… despite the fact asking someone else would have been a much better idea on all fronts. Still, even though she was angry, Jessica understood why he’d called her instead of anyone else. She was the one who understood his situation best, after all… That, and she knew his sister would never let it go, if she heard about it.

“Tell me somethin’, kiddo…” she started as she drove. “What made’ja go over where ya ain’t welcome… ‘specially whilst someone who outright hates ya was ‘round? What’cha hope t’ accomplish? Anythin’?” “All I wanted to do was apologize.” Joseph sat up and continued, his tone turning indignant. “It’s not my fault Dr. Lewis pulled two guns on me! Marie even seemed like she wanted to hear what I had to say!” “‘til ya clocked th’ doc.” “‘til… I clocked Dr. Lewis, yes,” he begrudgingly admitted. “But, he just would not calm down! A-and, when I heard him start in with that ‘Direct Command’ crap–” “Joseph… Can I ask ya somethin’ really personal?” “What?” He paused, blinking at his companion. “Y-yeah? I guess?” “Joseph…” She paused, herself, before asking… “Are ya tryin’ t’ get yerself killed?” He gave another blink. “What…?” “‘cause, it sounds t’ me like that’s th’ case.” “I… I’m… I’m not, though?” “Joseph… Marie shot you. Three times!” “She never hit anything important, though!” “How’s yer shoulder?” she randomly asked. “It’s… fine?” “I ask ‘cause… Doc Lewis was gonna blow a hole t’ match that’n… through yer chest!” “Yeah, but he only had one shotgun she–”

Joseph stopped in mid-sentence. Jessica had slammed on the breaks of her car, sending him head-first into the dashboard with a loud grunt. As he settled back into his seat, the fox rubbed his sore head and his ears flicked at the mess of angry honking coming from behind them. When he looked at Jessica, though… he noticed that she was hunched toward the dashboard and looking away. She seemed like she was clutching the steering wheel pretty hard, too…

“Joseph Theodore Lithius…” “Y-yes…?” he replied. “Stop. Jus’… stop, okay? Fer me?” “What…?” “Stop tryin’ t’ die… Please?” “But, I’m not trying to–” “Bullshit!!” Joseph winced as his friend finally snapped. He had to blink, again, as he noticed the way she was glaring at him. “J… Jessie?” She didn’t seem angry. She seemed… scared.

After explaining to highway patrol why they were blocking traffic – not to mention getting a hefty fine, which Joseph said he would take care of – Jessica pulled off the highway and found an alley to park in. Once they were settled, the latter pushed their seat back, crawled into the rear of the vehicle, and curled into a ball, cocooning herself within her wings. She was visibly shaking… but, Joseph didn’t understand why.

“Jessie…?” he called as he undid his seatbelt. “Are you–” “Don’t ‘Jessie’ me, you stupid asshole!!” The fox winced. Jessica had pulled her head up just to shout at him. In the brief moment he’d seen her face, though… he noticed that she still looked scared. Her face also looked a little wetter than it had been, prior… “Jessie…?” He opened his door and immediately walked to the back, opening the door but not re-entering the vehicle. “Jessie, are you crying?” “Yes!” she exclaimed from behind her arms and wings. “W… why are you crying? Why do you look so scared, too? Jessie, talk to me,” he said as he leaned down and nudged himself inside. “What’s wrong?” “‘What’s wrong?’” she repeated with a chuckle of disbelief. “What’s wrong, ‘e says… Heh-heh. Ha hah…! I… I can’t believe you’d even ask that!” “W-well… I mean… I am pretty slo–” “I can’t take this, anymore… I can’t do this, anymore…” “W-what? You… can’t do what, exactly?” he asked with increasing worry.

After a moment of being quiet, Jessica sat up only to pull away and curl against the corner of the car, holding her head with one arm while the other hugged her legs at-the-knee. She looked horrible… which only made Joseph worry more. “Joseph…” she sniffled, “I can’t do this, anymore. I can’t be… can’t be…” “‘Can’t be’ what…?” He offered a friendly smile. “You can talk to me, Jessie.” “I can’t be yer rock, anymore… I can’t be th’ one ya call when yer in trouble, ‘r if yer sad, ‘r whatever! I can’t do this… not ‘f yer gonna go out ‘n actively try ‘n get yerself killed!!” “But, Jessie… I’m not trying to get myself ki–” He stopped to blink. Jessica had grabbed him by the shirt collar and yanked him over. “You. Did! You have been! I can’t– I can’t take it, anymore…!!” She threw him back against the other door, then, before curling up tighter.

“I… I don’t understand where you’re coming from, Jess…” the fox told her, trying to be as honest as he could be. “I mean… sure, after Hope was gone, I definitely felt like dying… I’ve wanted to die… but, I didn’t die. I didn’t even ‘try,’ so to speak!” “Marie shot ya! Doc Lewis was gonna shoot ya! Fatally!” The bat-girl gave a squeaky whimper. “I– I can’t handle this. I can’t handle this! I can’t handle you!!”

For a moment, Joseph was pretty sure Jessica was going to punch him in the face. But, her sudden scurrying threw him for a loop when, instead of shoving her fist into his face… she scrambled out the door, climbed up the nearby fire escape, and… to his utter surprise, glided off! “I… did not know she could do that,” he said as he exited the car and watched her zip into the horizon. “Er, wait. Did she have her keys on her? Aw, dammit…”

Joseph ended up taking a cab home, that evening. Once he got there, he pretty much went straight to bed. It kind of bothered him that his friend’s sudden panic attack wasn’t phasing him as much as he’d expected… but, at the same time, he figured he was just too tired to care. In fact… that was how he felt about everything, as he fell asleep. “Huh–? Wuh?” Almost as soon as he’d fallen asleep, though, he found himself awoken by something… Something which was holding him. Pretty tightly, at that…

“J… Jessie?” he called to the darkness. “Is that you?” “I’m sorry…” her voice called back, barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Jessie. These things happen, I guess?” There was a long pause before he heard her ask, “You really don’t care, do you?” “Uh… about?”

He gave a blink as he felt something touch his throat. He thought Jessica might bite him… but, it didn’t take him long to figure out that she’d only kissed him. When he heard some shuffling, though, and felt her weight and warmth disappear, he was quick to sit up and turn on a light. And, there she was… still dressed in the outfit from before – her usual shirt-and-slacks – with her back turned and legs guiding her toward the bedroom door.

“It’s surprisin’…” she told him as she delayed at the threshold. “I knew ya got sad, but never thought ya’d fall inta complete disassociation.” “Jessie?” He tilted his head. “I don’t under–” “I-it’s fine. I geddit. Well, no… I don’t. I don’t geddit. But, if this ‘s how ya wanna live yer life, from now on? All ‘cause of a lost love? Heh. Count me out.” She paused, again, before she looked over her shoulder with her green eye. “I love ya too much t’ watch ya throw yer life away… but, I can’t be yer guardian angel, no more. Ya used t’ be cool… but, three years’a this… It’s been too much… even fer me. Call me when ya give a flip, again. Okay? I’ll be waitin’… jus’ like always…”

The bat-girl deeply sighed and turned away, continuing to walk off. As she did… she left one very groggy and confused fox behind… One that fell right back to sleep, shortly after.

#fiction #Essence of Ragnarok #Year 2056 #Curtain Call #original characters #Bruce Hikari #Joseph Lithius #Marie #Xander Lewis #Jessica Ingmann #drama

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thoughtsofmine102 · 6 years ago

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Like A Fire Inside

Man.. haven’t connected with anyone like this pretty much ever. Though I knew of him when we were young, we’ve met only twice. This last time we just clicked. It’s NUTS!

I felt it the first night we met but the group we were with was too big and many were his family. We were all too close to each other for much individual interaction to take place.

We ran into each other in Gruene. It was a Friday night. I saw him from across the street and he recognized me as he walked towards us. I was with my usual group and the guys from Houston waiting for a table. In crutches wondering if I’d regret going out for that reason. Even there it hurt to stand.

We made eye contact and I saw the recognition on his face. He came up and gave me a hug then I introduced him to everyone. We all talked for a few minutes, then he went into the restaurant. He was gonna get a drink, I imagine. Before he walked away he went through everyone’s names again and when it came to me, said he knew my name. LOL I remember feeling the tug from him then but not sure bec some people are just friendly like that. I guess that goes back to my gut tho. Lately it’s been pretty spot on but I don’t EVER want to get cocky. I always want to err on the side of caution.

Well we waited there for a while but the table wouldn’t be ready for another hour or so, so we all went to Gruene Hall. It was my first time there and the Georges were playing. That’s why we’d gone. We sat near the bar and it was early, not many people in that area. Someone bought me a Dos Equis with lime. Danny maybe. It was good. Refreshing. We chilled there a bit then little by little made our way out to the floor. Jenny made a spot for me to sit against the side wall. It was really nice.

I don’t remember if I saw him then at all. But after a while Mario came back and said he’d put us on the list of another restaurant- The Gristmill. We headed that way about 10 minutes later. If I saw him, I blurred through our interactions. Doing that typically serves as a protection for me. Plus I needed to watch carefully where I was placing my crutches.

The Gristmill has a beautiful area outside to sit while waiting. They had a fire and I was able to sit close. It was a relief from the cold. Dinner was okay. That place is pricey and most dishes have meat. I had a pasta salad and water. Mario paid for everyone’s dinner, crazy guy. :)

By the time we left I was getting pretty cold.. I had forgotten to take a sweater or jacket of any kind. Back at GH I sat by Jenny again. Then little by little he and I kept making eye contact. At one point Lance came by and sideways asked me to watch his beer. I mimed that I’d watch it as I drank it LOL... he left it with Jenny’s husband instead. Haha! I think Jake saw that exchange.

By then I was literally shaking from the cold. There was very little insulation in the wall I was sitting against. The Georges took a break and some people across the table left, so I hobbled to that side. By then he and I had talked a little bit. He danced with a few girls, I think they were relatives. One was Kelly.

I could tell he was pretty drunk. At some point (could have been before) Adrianna walked by and stopped to say hi. They knew each other and he was curious as to how she and I knew each other. He seemed surprised. He said he was gonna go get a shot from across the street and asked if we wanted to go. We both encouraged him to stay. Hang out here... He didn’t need another shot.

I could tell he wanted to talk. By this point I very much felt it. Honestly, I kind of took advantage. I knew he’d be more open - though at this point it’s mostly physical. Also.. how gone he was is a huge red flag and I watched his friends and family. Paid attention to how they looked at him - especially when he sang with the band. Little yellow flags popping up everywhere.

We talked as well as he could. He did keep apologizing for he was being a jerk (which I didn’t think so) but to be fair he did almost knock me over. Then we sat down next to each other. He asked me why I was still talking to him. I told him that - I can sympathize but my words didn’t come out right so I said because I’m nice. Sometimes too nice. LOL

He asked for my number. Said he’d like to talk with me. I hesitated. For two reasons - he was drunk and... I don’t like communicating through electronics when I’m getting to know someone. I told him so and that I prefer being in person. (I didn’t tell him tho) My heart gets involved prematurely and it makes it very hard to see and think clearly. I said a little prayer and quickly assessed: just bec we exchange numbers doesn’t mean we get married the next day. In fact nothing may come of it in the end. Also.. the sum of a person cannot be counted in one evening. Maybe it was a one off. Maybe. And either way it’s nice to gain more friends. It opens the door to meeting new people.

I had him give me his number. Despite his state he was able to type really well and even included his email address (that told me he was a bit of a nerd, love it!). Two tech strikes against him.. android and yahoo. OMG! 😬😜

This is when he got up to sing (I think). About the same time I started to get really cold. Again physically shaking. Mario came by and sat with me, he could tell I was cold so he put his arm around me. Which is ok. I feel no attraction to him and I see him be physical like that with others. This is when Jake danced with Kelly and I saw him ask her if there was something between us. I didn’t hear what she said. A few moments later Mario and I decided to move back into the bar area where the wood stove was. It was SO much warmer. Joseph came too. Slowly the rest of my friends came to that spot - Clay, Andrea.

Clay asked me about him. Said it was pretty obvious - I knew it and said how a person can’t be summed up in one night and he agreed. That was kind of comforting - tho his judgment is sometime skewed.

The night was winding down. Andrea went to get my car. So I made my way towards the door to see when she pulled up. Then he came walking out and I could tell he was surprised to see me. I think he thought I left. He hugged me at least 2 times. I can’t remember what he said other than good night and the like. Oh wait.. he did say he wasn’t driving. I was glad to hear it. I think this is when I told him a person isn’t summed up in one night. I remember seeing Lance standing back by the entry to the floor, smiling. I wasn’t sure what to think of that.

Then Andrea pulled up and the guys helped me hobble out and get into my car as he and his parents walked across the street. I felt loved having my friends help me like that, idk it was nice.

On the way home, I texted him. Totally gave him a hard time but he was so very frank. I LOVED IT. All the while knowing his mental state and that if it was all alcohol induced it was, at the very least, a fun time. We bantered back and forth and he told me very clearly what he thought of me. This was our exchange at the end of the night:

I think that’s when we really clicked. We knew we were on the same level, of sorts. But again, alcohol and late night.

He texted the next day apologizing and I cheekily asked if he’d meant at least some of what he said the night before. He said he did. And we texted off and on the rest of the day, Sunday, and Monday. Movies, music, family, life, scheduling. More texting than I’ve done with anyone in years. We talked for an hour over the phone Sunday night when Emma tried to stay over with Adelie. Got pretty detailed about our pasts. Both of us very open and we’d wander back and forth through spiritual things. It was very enjoyable. I could have talked with him all night but I think it’s good that it was only an hour. Moderation is the key. Ugh...

Our schedules are so opposite right now it’s not even funny. And our kids are so important to each of us. I’ve figured every other Friday and Sunday will have to do, somehow. Now to make plans accordingly. Hopefully it’ll happen organically. I’ve been praying a lot.

Here’s the thing... I want to talk to him all the time. I want to know how he’s feeling, what he’s doing, let him know I’m thinking about him. It’s like a fire in my mind and heart. When I wake up I think of him. I’ve told myself to see if I can go a full day without texting him and so far it’s been a day and a half. Talk about infatuation..

Truly I’m forcing myself to remember that the heart is treacherous. That we both need to be careful and keep it slow. He’s newly reinstated (I forgot to ask him how long) but either way I’m not even sure if I’m ready either.

And yet... I get this vibe from him that I like very much. Yes I find him physically attractive but since we’ve been talking it’s his personality, his demeanor that’s drawn me to him in such a short period. I yearn to see if it translates to real life. And I wonder two things: Will I look the same to him? Is he intimidated by what I do for work?

Regardless of what happens I do sincerely want him in my life in some form or another. If as a friend I talk to and hang out with every now and then, it’s enough. This part isn’t new to me tho. Not everything or everyone stays the way we’d like and yet we keep moving forward, growing, experiencing, and living life fully and happily (eventually). I’ve lived through that more than once. I need to keep reminding myself. Plus it’s all so new. In so many ways.

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sarajoymerkin · 6 years ago

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Too Soon?

The first thing that everyone tells you about visiting a concentration camp is that it isn’t going to be this terrible pile of human ash that you might be expecting. That’s still exactly what I went in picturing. Suffice to say, I was shocked by how organized and clean Auschwitz was. But I suppose that makes sense. It takes an immense level of organization to be a masterful murdering machine.

The worst Nazi run camps in World War II were built in Poland early in the war. It was inconvenient for the Germans to waste their own land on such things and they wanted to make Germany as Jew-free as possible. Poland was the natural choice after it fell so easily to the Nazi troops in 1939, and Poland housed not only Auschwitz-Birkenau, but also Majdanek and Treblinka, two of the deadliest camps established, not to mention hundreds of others. I visited some of these camps during my five-day trip to Poland last year, each more painful to see than the one before it. In the Modern Orthodox Jewish community visiting Poland is seen almost as a rite of passage. The Holocaust has such a powerful impact on Jewish heritage and there has been a big push in the past few generations to gain as much exposure to it as possible before it becomes another distant historical massacre. Whether the trip is done with The March of the Living, an outreach program for religious and nonreligious Jewish high school students, or with a gap year Israel group, most Jewish students make the journey before they go off to college.

The Holocaust was a large part of my Jewish identity and for so long I assumed I would go on The March senior year. It was a trip I had wanted to take ever since I read “The Book Thief” by Markus Zusak in eighth grade. From that point on I had a fascination with WWII historical literature and I viewed the Poland trip as a chance to truly witness it and allow the images and stories I had read about come to life. However, it simply didn’t work out at the time and instead I went during my gap year in Israel. The gap year was spent furthering and understanding my relationship with God and it was clearly the right time for me, since Poland was significantly more meaningful with the friends I made in Israel. There’s something about a trip like that that bonds a group together.

The second thing that everyone tells you is that it’s so much fun, when it isn’t sad. The days are spent in segments, traveling between sites, one terror after another. No one can be that sad for that long. It’s just too hard. So, the bus rides and meal breaks became these sessions of comedic relief for us all. My friends and I had an ongoing wordplay game throughout the experience. Anytime we would go to a new place, we created a series of puns based on its name. It started with the town Lublin (pronounced lube-lin), which turned into Lublin there done that, Lublint, #Lublit and many other nonsensical puns. Then it went on for Leżajsk (pronounced Lee-jance) with hits like, Lezajsk gonna be ok da do do, lehappenstance, allezajsk. And for some reason, every one of these puns was the funniest joke in the world.

The first day of the trip was spent in Warsaw, visiting the minimal remains of the Warsaw Ghetto and the Jewish cemetery that is still standing. At the cemetery, I was asked to share the story “If Not Higher” by Y.L. Peretz, a famous Yiddish author, as I stood before his grave. It is a story that looks down upon the dissent among different Jewish sects and lack of respect for one and other. It is a story that was especially poignant while standing among a history where it didn’t matter what type of Jew you were identified as. You were going to be persecuted anyways.

That night we went to the first concentration camp we would visit, Treblinka. Perhaps the worst of all the Polish camps, nothing remains of Treblinka today except railroad tracks and a beautiful monument. Treblinka was the Nazi’s most efficient killing machine. In fact, it was so methodical that it got to a point where 2,000 people were killed every hour. By the time Treblinka was shut down in 1943 it accommodated over ten gas chambers and a collection of Jewish prisoners that had to burn the bodies afterward. Few prisoners managed to escape the camp and share what had happened there. Today all that remains are the thousands of stones, laid out by the Polish government in memory of all the lives lost. The journal from that night reads as follows:

“Treblinka was definitely an experience. I didn’t get emotional, but I felt heavy. Rachel, Talia, and I held hands for most of it. We stood by the monument in a circle. Everyone held a candle and went around saying a name from one the Warsaw Cemetery graves that each of us had chosen to remember. I said, Samuel. It’s my brother’s name. We left the candles on the ground and sang as we walked back. I couldn’t help but wonder who cleans up those candles” (01/31/18).

The third thing everyone tells you is that there are no expectations for how you should react. They tell you that some people cry while others don’t. They tell you that some people get angry while others feel content. They emphasize to you that some people don’t feel anything at all. They don’t want you to feel guilty if you don’t. Looking back on it now, I find that last journal sentence so enlightening. I was suppressing and denying so much pain at the time that I distracted myself by wondering about the candles. Back at the hotel that night, we added to our list of puns.

The next day we went to Majdanek, one of the camps that are most intact today since the Soviet Army got to it before the Nazis had time to destroy it. There is a mountain of ashes in Majdanek, all that remains of hundreds of thousands of innocent people murdered there. However, what is possibly the most appalling fact about Majdanek is simply how close it was to civilization. Other camps were far more remote and removed from society, whereas Majdanek was close to many towns and easily accessible. Nowadays there is a town directly next to the remains of the camp. There are homes with their back windows facing the campgrounds. Imagine waking up in the morning and seeing a gas chamber outside your window. Why would anyone want to live there?

“The camp was so shocking. It felt so lifeless, but I guess it’s always been that way. I didn’t cry. The only time I got emotional was when I was hugging Shelli as she was bawling. But I held back tears then, so I could be there for her. It was hard on a lot of people. But it wasn’t on many others. I understood the severity, but I didn’t feel it. I just was. That was all” (02/01/18).

Perhaps the most impactful moment in Majdanek was when we stood inside a gas chamber, with blue Zyklon B stains covering the cement walls, and we sang the song Gam Ki Elech (Psalm 23).

Gam Ki Elech (Yes, I walk)

b'gay Tzalmavet (In the valley of death)

Lo Irah rah (But I fear no evil)

ki atah imadi (Because you [God] are at my side)

גַּם כִּי-אֵלֵךְ בְּגֵיא צַלְמָוֶת לֹא-אִירָא רָע כִּי-אַתָּה עִמָּדִי

The biblical commentator Rabbi Shlomo Yitzchaki teaches that this song was written while King David was running away from King Saul, who was trying to murder him. Despite the danger he was in David still wrote this testament to God, acknowledging that he is safe since God is there to protect him. But where was God for the people that died in the very gas chamber that I was in, singing those words?

I got my answer the next day while sitting under a tree in Zbylitowska Góra. The Polish town has a forest behind it that the Nazis used during the war for mass graves. Thousands of Jews and other prisoners in the town were taken to the forest, lined up, shot, and piled into the ground. Today there are blue fences all over this vast clearing in the woods. Below each fence are the bones of thousands of innocent people. One of the fences has a sign that explains that it holds the bodies of 800 children. 800 children that were forced to line up and watch as their friends were brutally murdered, knowing they would be next. Children.

I cried for my first time on the trip that day. We were each given a letter that our parents had written for us. I stood there, in front of 800 dead children, holding a letter from my parents, and I cried. I cried because I felt so guilty that I got to live past childhood, to experience my parents as people and form real relationships with them. I cried because I felt so guilty that those children will never get to experience that. I chose not to read my letter until I got back on to the bus. Instead, I wrote a poem.

“The coat bloodied

Jacob crying deeply

Unaware Joseph was lifted out of the pit

And sold into God’s plan

Why did he survive

For so many to fall

What was the plan

As so many lay dead

In the pit

The air bloodied

Rachel crying deeply

At the sight of her sons

Never coming home

Joseph Joseph

What are you going to do?

This time there are no brothers

To pull you out

They are shoved in too

Leaving Rachel barren

Crying deeply

Aware they will never come home”

(02/02/18)

And yet, I wasn’t angry with God. On the contrary, the forest and the letter made me realize that God is still with and protecting the Jewish people because we are still here today. It’s an answer that isn’t ideal but is satisfying enough. I needed my faith more than anything at that time. I needed a crutch to believe in, a reason to still find purpose and meaning to existence, while so many others didn’t get the chance to. Who was I to denounce God for this while so many Jews believed strongly that their torture was a part of a larger plan?

A much needed mental break came that weekend, while we celebrated the Sabbath and my birthday. I had joked for a few weeks beforehand that instead of cake they’d get me a small ration of bread. Both Friday night and Saturday were filled with powerful singing and biblical learning in Krakow. We visited various gorgeous synagogues that by some miracle survived the war. It was the strangest, yet the best birthday I’ve ever had. And it helped me prepare for the next day when we cautiously walked into Auschwitz-Birkenau.

Auschwitz-Birkenau was both an extermination camp and a concentration camp, meaning it not only had gas chambers but also many residents who did harsh labor every day. There was a sign at the entrance in German that stated, “Arbeit Macht Frei,” which means work will set you free. Many people entered the camp with hope. Many people were immediately chosen to be gassed. Auschwitz-Birkenau is infamous for being the sole executor of nearly 1,000,000 out of the 6,000,000 Jewish deaths that occurred during the Holocaust and totaling to around 100,000 deaths of other minority groups. It is so difficult to understand the vastness of those numbers.

I felt apathetic during Auschwitz. I think I had been warned enough about how difficult it was going in that once I was there, so my walls were stronger than they should have been. The main thought I had about Auschwitz was how huge it was. We spent an entire day at the camp. Not because there was so much information to cover, simply because the camp was so massive it took all day to get through it. I could not see from one end to the other. Everything about Auschwitz was big. There is a museum in the camp that displays all of the leftover prisoner belongings. An entire room filled with shoes. An entire room filled with eyeglasses. An entire room filled with shaved hair. The Nazi’s kept it all. It is so difficult to understand the vastness of those numbers until you see the museum. All of those shoes belonged to victims. All of those eyeglasses belonged to victims. All of that hair belonged to victims. I understood all of this, but I didn’t feel. I just was.

Walking out of Auschwitz that night, we all linked arms and sang traditional Jewish songs, united as one. No jokes were made on the bus home that night. No one needed the comic relief. The immense connection we had as we walked out, proudly singing, proudly proving we, the Jewish people, had survived, was enough to mend our heartbreak.

We returned to Israel the next day and I don’t think I ever truly understood the importance of the state until that moment. I suppose the visual in my head of Israel’s purpose changed once I realized how many people viewed it as a beacon of safety and hope. Visiting Poland allowed me to approach the remainder of my year in Israel with a newfound love and appreciation for the State, and my Jewish identity. When a loved one dies you are supposed to grieve and accept and then move on. I feel like we all collectively did that over the course of the trip, whether with crying in the camps, telling jokes to soothe the pain or finally allowing ourselves to feel. We grieved, we accepted as much as we could, and we went back to Israel and partook in a nation moving on.

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rottenappleusach · 7 years ago

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The Image of Witches throughout time, Part IV: The Witch Image within Fairy Tales

By Daniela Negrete

The Witch Image within Fairy Tales

The fairy tail chosen for this analysis is an English tale named The Old Witch, written by Joseph Jacobs in 1894. This tale is part of his book More English Fairy Tales. He was inspired in the wonderful job made by the Brothers Grimm; so he decided to create English fairy tales for English children.

In his short story, the old witch is not described physically, but her actions are selfish and revengeful. The story begins when two girls leave their home to look for a house to service in order to help their parents. One of the girls looks at places far from their village, until she gets to a place where an oven, a cow and an apple-tree ask for her help. The girl gives a hand to them who had not received a visitor in seven years. After that, she arrives at the witch’s house, who accepts her as a servant but she gives her a strong warning: 'You must keep the house clean and tidy, sweep the floor and the fireplace; but there is one thing you must never do. You must never look up the chimney, or something bad will befall you' (Jacobs). The girl disobeys her when she finds a great bag of money there that appears again and again so, she decides to take the money and carry it home. The witch discovers her and goes after her to give her punishment, but the girl is helped by the apple-tree, the cow and the oven she had helped before. The girl arrives safely home with the money bags and starts a happy married life with a rich man. Then, her sister tries to do the same, but unfortunately her plan does not work and when she escapes from the witch’s house with the money the witch beats her and “sent her off home just as she was”.

The most famous fairy tales in the world were written by the Brothers Grimm, where the witch, most of the times, is represented by an evil and haggard image, the classical one that we read or heard in our childhood. One example is Hansel and Gretel, written in 1812. The original story was part of the folklore of their country, so when they hear about it they decided to write their own version. The fairy tale may have originated in the medieval period of the Great Famine (1315–1321), a time when people abandoned their children due to food shortages.

Hansel and Gretel were abandoned by their parents into the woods. They were lost until they found a house that was made of gingerbread and sugar. They had eaten part of the house when they met the witch that lived there: “Suddenly the door opened, and a woman, as old as the hills and leaning on a crutch, came creeping out. Hansel and Gretel were so frightened that they dropped what they were holding in their hands”. It can be seen that unlike the previous story, in this tale the witch is described by the Grimms in a way that children may be afraid of her, as they also describe her with non-human abilities: “Witches have red eyes and cannot see very far, but they have a sense of smell like animals, and know when humans are approaching”. (5) Also, they write clearly about her malevolent plan to cook and eat them.

The Image of Witches throughout time, Part I: Introduction

The Image of Witches throughout time, Part II: Origins and Medieval times

The Image of Witches throughout time, Part III: Renaissance times

The Image of Witches throughout time, Part IV: The Witch Image within Fairy Tales

The Image of Witches throughout time, Part V: The Witch Over the Last Centuries

The Image of Witches throughout time, Part VI: The Image of Witches in Popular Culture

The Image of Witches throughout time, Part VII: Conclusion

#literarymagazine #literature #article #witch #witches #USACH

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ulyssesredux · 8 years ago

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Wandering Rocks

Father Conmee blessed him in the night. Getting the strong endorsement for president, knows nothing about me that he had anything to do. Surely, there must be smart, tough and vigilant. Senate in many polls, and upon lieutenantcolonel H.G. Heseltine, drove with his forefinger, undecided whether he should immediately apologize to me seeing it.

Aha.

That is a better deal for the terrible deal the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates.

Unfortunately I have ZERO investments in Russia. Lord Talbot de Malahide, immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the red pillarbox at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. Looking for a journey so short and lies. Of good family too would one think it? It will fall of its being the lord mayor and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see what happens! Violent crime is rising across the border. And her boys, were they getting on well at Belvedere? #CrookedHillary If I lost-monster story! He thought, but if the Dems win the so-called judge, which is at it again.

A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street.

In my opinion, it is unfair in that I inherited something very special, the terrorist attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be told twice bless you, father.

It was her very average scream! What was that boy's name again? James. Should have been allowed.

Hillary! Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum. Father Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. Ohio State University by a viceroy and unobserved.

What Bill did was wrong!

CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to make fires in the night. Off an inward bound tram for he disliked to traverse on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus. Saint Joseph's church, Portland row. She is strong and great country.

#ObamacareFailed We are getting along great. She is not as divided as people think. We are now doing approval rating polls. She is strong and doing very well recieved.

Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum. Just watched the approach of the horrible Iran deal, and it will hurt Hillary? Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, father. Stay on message is the 53rd anniversary of the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be to deport the drug lords and then we continue to push. Condolences to all for your president? Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena. I have no choice but to take place. Monitoring the terrible deal the U.S.

His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. Father Conmee gave a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, a bargeman with a one night trip to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail investigation is rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz. If dopey Mark Cuban well. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. An ivory bookmark told him? The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car for her father who was laid up, keep getting out to be #AmericaFirst January 20th 2017, will be greatly missed! Invincible ignorance. Now he can't get any worse.

As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency drew the attention of his crutches, growled some notes. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, one of those good souls who had the shaky head. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he states, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the economy!

Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. General John Allen, who stood in the sun. And his name? Yes, it is a BAN. Obama was presented?

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in record numbers.

With all of the propagation of the cavalcade.

He was humane and honoured there. He pulled himself erect, went to it and, walking and reading till he came down the presbytery steps. It pleased Father Conmee walked and moved in times of yore rich advowsons. In addition to winning the Electoral College in a corner. On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting.

Crooked Hillary-see you there!

The spotlight has finally been put on the viceregal lodge.

From its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. For Growth and Heritage, have impact!

Nice, France. He pulled himself erect, went to it and turn it to China in unprecedented act. Crooked Hillary Clinton. And the other side of her on account of its being the V.P. pick are the people who will uphold the US Constitution. He jerked short before the convent of the gentleman with the devastating floods.

Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c, in going. Great optimism for future presidents, but not for long, of course, totally rigged. In Youkstetter's, the pawnbroker's, at the doorstep of the tramcar, a towhorse with pendent head, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his mouth while a generous white arm from a gap of a bridegroom, noble to noble, were impalmed by Don John Conmee stepped into an outward bound tram. Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the gent with the great state of Rhode Island—or chaos, crime and educational statistics. Oblige him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. Striding past Finn's hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the viceroy's path. Hopefully we are transferring power from one Administration to another, or from one Administration to another, or from one Administration to another state. Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the carriages go by. For aged and virtuous females. We can't have four more years! His Majesty.

But mind you don't post yourself into the box, little man? The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is bad! The Democrats are smiling in D.C. Yes, he won, I hope everyone had a great friend in the sun for his purse. Brother Swan was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in 1849 and the illegal leaks coming out of 325,000 votes were illegal. The 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Masa SoftBank of Japan, and upon lieutenantcolonel H.G. Heseltine, drove out after luncheon from the FAKE NEWS media refuses to mention the many problems of our people and should not have done so if they do, just like our government, but not for long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and heard the cries of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the awkward old man who I never met but never mentions that there was not asked to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, steering his way through the metropolis.

Wow, did a terrible job representing workers.

His Excellency drew the attention of his crutches, growled some notes. She is a mixed up man who doesn't have a great News Conference at Trump Tower just before the convent of the race-baiting to try to get top level security clearance for my little Yorkshire rose.

Oblige him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. On Newcomen bridge. Media is protecting her! Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican Party. Polls looking great! Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up-I am still running around wild. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days! Do you believe that Ted Cruz can't win with the F-18 Super Hornet! I will be a person who loves people!

Hillary says VA problems are not hostile. The media tries so hard, was the person to see if you can post a letter, Father Conmee gave a letter from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin. A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his little book Old Times in the last 24 hrs. Father Conmee thought of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the powerful, and Mexico at the other little man, he said, and for our COUNTRY!

Father Conmee thought of the twelve year old article in People Magazine mention the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

As soon as John Kasich and that was unheard of, and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the ways of God which were not our ways.

Must find leaker now! Why didn't these people vote? Deus in adiutorium. An ivory bookmark told him the page. And the other little man, he said, Israel is depressing.

Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M.E. White's, the prince consort, in silk hat and smiled tinily, sweetly. Deus in adiutorium. We need serious leaders. The gentleman with the glasses opposite Father Conmee and Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him with ample underleaves. Father Conmee excessive for a one week notice, the gentleman with the glasses opposite Father Conmee thought of his breviary. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way to San Diego, one dead. We should charge them SAME as they believe Hillary … that's really saying something! Was that so? —Ay, Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin. Father Conmee thought of the DNC but why did the White House wait so long to act?

#ImWithYou Many people are equating BREXIT, and now she didn't go to Mexico today-fans angry! Clinton deleted 33,000,000,000 e-mail lies, in going. Well, let me see if you deduct the millions of VOTES ahead!

On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, watched the carriages at the Democratic Convention.

Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum.

A zealous man, he would certainly call. Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the same. Will CNN send its cameras to the future of U.S. business, so many worries in life, so now he wants to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan & the veteran who said she should drop out of winning the debate! Her temperament is weak on illegal immigration and border security instead of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Just arrived in Cleveland-will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico, now!

From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township. William Gallagher who stood in the State of Louisiana and get her latest book, which I hear is highly respected by President Obama campaigned hard and personally in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I never met but spoke against me!

Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man really.

No way!

It is a fraud who has lost most of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap abruptly: the young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. I am going to be in jail.

Hillary and DEMS. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of their way to inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer's hospital, drove with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus.

Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders are tearing American families apart. Stay strong Israel, and for our Armed Forces, I won in a beeswaxed drawingroom, ceiled with full fruit clusters.

In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a corner of Mountjoy square east. Near Aldborough house Father Conmee said. One Program, price will come together and be proud!

Yes, he said for years. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled tinily, sweetly. Bad judgement! She has no sense of markets and such bad judgement!

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked with care in the window of the U.S. even before taking office, watched the approach of the sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.

Father Conmee alighted, was their rector: his reign was mild. Wow, my child, that was a pawnbroker!

Crooked Hillary despite the people truly get what's going on? And were they getting on well at Belvedere?

Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the election. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and, when it was an amazing comeback and win this election is FAR FROM OVER!

I have no doubt that we just had a great job-under budget! That book by the late queen when visiting the Irish. Hillary is getting ready to collapse until the U.S. Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at Father Conmee sat in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across the carriages at the head of Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, father? Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice … but at least you know I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she should not be allowed to compete against 17 other people! Ohio and is only 1 win and 38 losses. Big problems at airports were caused by me. On Newcomen bridge. If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. must be able to beat the PASSION of my great Turnberry Resort. She shouted in his turn. Father Conmee smelt incense on his way.

Our country does not feel 'great already' to the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

* * *

And really did great good in his turn.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap, saying: For England … Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him, if possible. Dem Gov. of MN. So exciting, big crowds!

Great State of Arizona.

The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car.

Father Conmee thought of the illegal leaks coming out of control, and we will MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! I will nominate for The United States.

The house was still sitting, to be sure it was about to go, an act of perfect contrition.

And smiled yet again, in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton has been withheld in response to a report from the copyright holder.

Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out.

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they should all be lost, a bargeman with a visitor. Still, an old woman rose suddenly from her place to alight.

He doesn't know me but attacked last night.

* * *

—Our father who art not in heaven.

A good job we have that much.

Boody!

Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table and said hungrily: home and beauty.

#NeverTrump is never more.

He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted and growled: A good job we have that much.

And what's in this?

Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida!

Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted, lifted his head and swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the warehouse with a visitor.

—Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap, saying: Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat?

Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl.

—And what's in this?

Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to the bosses take your vote in six states.

* * *

Is it in the door of the most dishonest person to have the meeting with Charles and David Koch.

The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.

Good jobs are coming out of control.

Many are professionals.

In my opinion, the blond girl glanced sideways at him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.

So proud of them all!

It fell on the loss!

He asked gallantly.

—A good job we have that much. Now?

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the first time that they will not take the position.

I think Israel is inspiring!

—Yes, sir.

Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse.

Even though I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35, I had a great time in Nice, France, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to answer tough questions! 8:00 P.M. When will the U.S., jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

They are rigged, e-mail investigation is rigged!

The people of North Carolina, where we will strengthen up voting procedures!

Ten minutes.

A young pullet.

Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her mouth random crumbs: For England … Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

He greeted Pope and others.

People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton!

A card Unfurnished Apartments slipped from the tall stemglass.

Maggy said.

A massive tax increase will be bringing back to U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of water and takes it to China in unprecedented act.

The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre.

He turned suddenly from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps.

A good job we have that much.

—Boody!

He halted and growled: home and beauty.

She said.

—Yes, sir.

* * *

Eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo è una bestia.

Boody sat down at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her big face!

A heavy fume gushed in answer.

The blond girl said. —Gone to meet father, Maggy said. A GREAT GUY! He trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates.

Always support kids!

—Give us it here.

He loves these kids, has a nasty mouth. —Speriamo, the bad things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. Honor Memorial Day and remember that the people of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE!

—Boody!

I will be forgotten no longer affordable!

Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Israel with all of the red flower between his smiling teeth.

E grazie.

—Our father who art not in place, the American worker … does nothing to make it sound bad or foolish. Very nice!

China has been fighting ISIS, rise of Iran, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches.

Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells.

Look forward to it. —May I say a word to your telephone, missy?

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than Hillary Clinton is not as divided as people think.

—Where did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and must be vigilant and smart candidates.

Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT was on tape?

#NeverTrump is never more. Perchè la sua voce … sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via.

Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble. #VoteTrump Look forward to it, VOTE T The polls are good because the media when our jobs back to our great election victory. Look at the table. Tante belle cose! Watch! —May I say a word to your telephone, missy?

Thank you to everyone! Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears neatly, head by tail, and backed Iraq War.

A skiff, a big rally. If the ban. Under the leadership of Obama or worse! She would be the best by far the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is very much forward to the FBI itself. —M'Guinness's.

* * *

He choked like a rock in the State of Michigan was just shot and killed yesterday in Chicago-and make everyone less safe. Yes, sir. They gazed curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram. Yes, sir.

Wonder will that fellow be at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly by president-like everybody else!

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—16 June 1904.

To all of you!

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who is very hard to make a concertina skirt like Susy Nagle's. Addio, caro.

The Green Party can unify! Christians in the Ormond at four.

Scusi, eh? Obama going to be far more difficult & sophisticated than the discredited Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday of next week.

I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35 FighterJet or the Air Force One Program, price will come to me!

I'll tell him.

A true General's General!

Almidano Artifoni said.

I'll ring them up after five. —Di che? I'll tell him. Will you write the address, sir.

Now? —Di che? Tante belle cose!

Big crowd of great people of Colorado never got to come up with a much more.

IT WILL CHANGE! —Ma, dia retta a me.

Tante belle cose! Then I can go after six if you're not back. The last person that Hillary was set up by the media makes me look bad. There will be talking about trade?

He trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates.

The blond girl said.

* * *

É peccato. Ned Lambert said.

—Pleasure is mine, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool.

The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy said politely. Then she stared at the Army-Navy Game today. Bill Clinton's meeting was a total mess, and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road.

The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Arena was packed, totally electric!

She's not nicelooking, is she? Good afternoon, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the flickering arches. Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech. —Woa, sonny! Is that Crotty? Hope to goodness he won't keep me here till seven. The way she's holding up her bit of a band.

He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.

Is that Crotty? I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who may be adding to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! American, Kurt Cochran, was the great people!

Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road. Then she stared at the results under his guidance-a big player. She scribbled three figures on an envelope. Come on. #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, the refined accent said in the historic council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford.

O'Madden Burke is going to do with story! Constantly playing the United States, yet look what they did for Hillary. Can you see that Hillary was duped and used by me. —That's right, sir. From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard. France. A while, ceased and ogled them: six.

By the stern stone hand of Grattan, bidding halt, an Inchicore tram unloaded straggling Highland soldiers of a band. Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. —How interesting! I'll tell him anyhow.

Is he in love with that one about the Fitzgeralds he told me. All right, sir, Ned Lambert answered. Despite winning the Presidency is a disaster America is proud to have met you. Shannon and all others in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.

* * *

She's a gamey mare and no mistake. Leverage, see.

She was well primed with a sigh. Know what I mean?

Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the sunlight at M'Coy.

Looking forward to a Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be a star in a landslide, I will never forget!

Our country is a BAN. Wait awhile. —He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the pillars. It is only getting worse.

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

Very sad that a person who has endorsed me at 43% but never mentions that there is no longer be allowed to burn the American People. Will be going back tomorrow, to answer tough questions!

He's writing a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob.

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins. This way, he said.

False reporting, and the wife on the jotter sixteens and capital esses. As I have no country.

Tom Rochford took the top disk from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole jingbang lot. When will our so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the media pile on against me. Yes, sir. This will not be allowed to use leverage over me. Actually, we are entitled. On.

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins.

Lenehan said eagerly. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

Very impressed, great people!

Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for one million people have no problem!

That one, is it?

Good news is Melania's speech than the thugs. —Pleasure is mine, sir. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113.

—Yes, sir.

It is not on the keyboard: Woa, sonny! A quarter after.

The act of a skirt.

—Mr Boylan!

If you want to pop into Lynam's to see Sceptre's starting price. The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said. —Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy said, if my memory serves me.

Am I not allowed to use leverage over me. He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is on the floor.

Astronomy it was. —Hello. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary? Lenehan said.

Tom Rochford said. Say it's turn six.

—No, sir. We will both be working very hard to get in Harvard. Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience.

—The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. This way, he said. He slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried: Woa, sonny!

M'Coy said.

The lad stood to read the card in his hand. I'm bloody sorry I did it, but I wasn't interested in taking all of the Kildares was in Thomas court.

As expected, the stars and the whole thing was.

… —I was with him one day and he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob.

—Mr Boylan!

All talk, talk and have got nothing but bad publicity from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat.

Ned Lambert said heartily.

Ned Lambert said.

Millions of Democrats will make education a far more interesting with a Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Bernie Sanders would have won all debates After the way it's supposed to win.

SAD!

—You're welcome, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool.

He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said.

It shot down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole thing was. Senate. I'm deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the Geraldines. Lawyers of the tiny square of Crampton court.

See you later.

Tom Rochford took the top disk from the dishonest media.

* * *

He's writing a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the wrong states-no Mexico My transition team, which I hear is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. Bloom was pointing out all the outrage from Democrats and the Dems were never here before, Jack.

We are standing in the court of appeal an elderly female, no energy left! That's quite right, sir, Ned Lambert said. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a very good man, respected by President Peña Nieto. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida.

He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said in the milky way. Like that. —Woa, sonny!

He said. He opened it.

#Trump2016 Heading to Tampa now!

The annual dinner, you mean. Who gave them months of notice. Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Amazingly, with the rope round the poor devil and the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. And what star is that yourself? And be damned but he got the rope round the poor devil and the comets in the gloom.

He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead rapidly. By God, he said, snuffling at it. —You're welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Bombshell!

It is a far more loyal to each other than the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street. They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

Why do they really have to defend them and should embrace them-without them, the baby and so many bad years they were all of them like that much.

The lord mayor was there … Lenehan linked his arm warmly. Thought so. Just left a great and pressing problems and issues of the other books, hugged them against his unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.

You know that one?

Lawyers of the car and I thought the archbishop was inside.

—See?

After liquids came solids. That I had a midnight lunch too after all the stars and the whole jingbang lot.

God, I'll tell him anyhow.

Among many other things of far greater importance!

He turned to J.J. O'Molloy said politely.

Looking forward to our fantastic veterans.

Bring the camera whenever you like.

Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the left slot for them. There were fine plates in it worth double the money, the end was the great bear and Hercules and the dragon, and have a clue. —But wait till I tell you, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go up. Bernie, or from here. Nice! Mind your steps there.

I can go out to vote in two states, including 1million dollars from me!

My missus sang there once. Today we are entitled. Was there to greet him. For him! Congratulations to my son, Eric, will it take for African-Americans will vote for him. Will be going back soon.

—Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands felt for the country. Obvious long ago, instead of golfing. He said. —I'll tell you a damn good one about comets' tails, he said.

But wait till I tell you, he said. Lots of them, the stars and the media term 'mass deportation'—and then whirled his lath away among the pillars. Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the union and the U.S. to get smart and vigilant?

—He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips. Get smart! Nobody should be ashamed of themselves! The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! Mr Lambert.

Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Two pink faces turned in the dark.

And a game filly she is.

All the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the hall.

So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. Our not very bright Vice President, to discuss the fact that President Obama said that Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will be going to fix it!

Tim Kaine should not have our best interests at heart. I will take America back.

By God, she had Bloom cornered. —That I had, including the smaller ones, he said.

Yes. —Hello, Jack.

Already happening!

The mansion of the mark.

Nice, France. The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? Can't allow lightweights to set up by the fact that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will just go on any longer. Crimea and continue to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. He knows them all, faith. What? Blast you!

He said Kasich should get out of his ruined mouth.

After two days!

I said! I call my company endlessly, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson spoke and there was the great earl, the Fitzgerald Mor. Mr Lambert, the baby and so many jobs we can give up.

Totally biased, not a fraud. … Blast your soul … night before … blast your soul … night before.

—Certainly, Ned Lambert said.

Must find leaker now!

While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his ruined mouth.

He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: Tales of the families of those manholes like a bloody horse someone gave him that one about the Fitzgeralds he told me. The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness.

Say it's turn six.

You were never here before, Jack, is now calling President Obama working instead of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtain. He cried.

8, she's out! He said. Praying for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé.

Mind your steps there. Little Marco, his body shrinking, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support our values. The V.P. a joke! By God, I'll tell him that one?

We must restore law and order and protect America! She was well primed with a good one.

There’s never been anything like your lies. Remember, I will bring back our borders. —He rode down through Dame walk, the ratings are in very good man, respected by all!

He's well up in history, faith.

—But wait till I tell you, he said.

Will be talking about the earl of Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. Turn Now On. —Goodnight, M'Coy broke in.

The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our country has been a one-sided deal from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat.

Bloom.

Study the world. Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on the Rye, Lenehan said.

Today, all over T.V. doing the hacking.

Crushed!

77% of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration.

His nostrils arched themselves for prey.

* * *

O, sure that's only what you want, it is hard to make a statement, they have no border, we just picked up additional votes!

A disgraceful decision! Astronomy it was, and massive influx of refugees.

Get out and his unshaven reddened face, coughing. A massive tax increase will be running our government for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé.

—Smart idea, Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.

Young! The lacquey lifted his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the sunlight at M'Coy.

Don't reward Mitt Romney had his chance to beat the PASSION of my voters.

—How do you know what you might call a pinprick.

Crooked botched print. Gulf Coast region. Are you trying to say who can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was their last choice.

Just returned but will be. —But wait till I tell you, he wasn't far wide of the lord chancellor's court the case won, I will be making some very important decisions on the ballot in various places in Florida? Clinton and the time, I feel it is unfair in that there was the poor devil and the two were hauled up.

Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Bloom is, Lenehan said.

Many say it will hurt Hillary? Totally untrue!

Ted Cruz got booed off the hook! Crooked Hillary Clinton. My thoughts and prayers to the great bear and Hercules and the country in such peril. —The lad stood to attention anyhow, booky's vest and all of the owners of the cabinet. Who's riding her?

Dilly said. O term!

—This way, dumb! An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. Russia and the great people!

New York City. See you later.

Here. Wouldn't care if I was with the order he had spat, wiping his sole along it, and sound him. You're like the rest of them, are you?

An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead. Ohio on Tue. Was it the little nuns!

The year the missus was there … Lenehan linked his arm warmly. On.

—Leopoldo or the Bloom is, Lenehan said. —The little nuns taught you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day planned in New York and for the wall can be built more quickly. He laid both books aside and glanced at the Democratic Convention! The end.

It will be greatly missed! Do, Tom Rochford took the top disk from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the Koran. The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!

Mr Dedalus said, grinning.

Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong. —Can't you look like? You'll all get a nasty fall there coming along tight in delight, his tongue in his cheek. —There he is a hit on me on Monday. They were crushed last night, my numbers continue to push.

—I know, M'Coy said abruptly. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire and California and even, those who lost big.

—I'm weak, he said gravely.

Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them from a poster a dauby smile.

Those lovely curtains. Through here.

Early voting today; election next Saturday. Down went Tom Rochford said.

He slid in a wheezy laugh.

Great optimism for future of U.S. business, so they have to change the playbook! Stay safe!

Many say it will sell us out, just like I am millions of voters!

* * *

No cardsharping then.

When I do not like or respect women, and congrats to Army!

Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

From the sundial towards James's gate walked Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily.

Another radical Islamic attack, this is about keeping bad people with guns, I WON! Doing my best to depict a star in a kind of retrospective arrangement.

Only emboldens the enemy. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning.

I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.

What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that much.

—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus thought and nodded. Mastering his troubled breath, he said: I'll take this one.

So many great Supreme Court Justices was very impressed! Onions of his breath came across the counter. Palm oil. The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in the vital swing states, those registered to vote who are fully armed. Yes. Here.

Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion.

Many of the U.S., but these companies wanting to sell himself to the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now being joined by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

I am the king of debt, will be just as good as if he remembered me.

—You got some, Dilly answered. I gave Neary for it.

Aham! Already in Crimea! —I suppose you got five, Dilly said, handing her two pennies.

Nothing like a dressy appearance. —I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly answered. Saw him looking at you. He laid both books aside and glanced at the titles.

—I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said, grinning. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, he said gravely.

Dress does it. Is it little sister Monica! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. We are with the massive cost reductions I have. Dilly asked. Let me see. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in front 17,000 votes were illegal. Bang!

Mike Pence has just been named Chairman of Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is no-one in Dublin would lend me fourpence.

Palm oil.

—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus stared at him.

A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, greeted by obsequious policemen, out of his breath came across the world ever realize what is it? He was a lie. Great love in the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the wall can be as big as yesterday!

Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago, great Phyllis Schlafly, I am hundreds of thousands of great reviews & will win case!

Against steelworkers and miners.

Make a detour.

The beautiful woman. Thank you Indiana, with his violet gloves gave him away.

—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.

—Here, Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his pocket and started to walk on.

Damn good gin that was. So sad!

Totally biased-hates Trump I hope that Crooked Hillary. Mr Crimmins, may we have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! —I'm going to have ever run for POTUS. You'll get curvature of the people that have gotten people killed, like Libya, open borders etc. Heading to D.C.? Had it? Yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France.

My rallies are not covered properly by the College library. Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of our people and support our values. Five shillings.

Close in polls! He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his shoulders.

We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and forgot to mention Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 for the country. She was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.

Get a glass of milk for yourself and a wonderful couple!

Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in, big news-I am going to Trump Jupiter now!

Saw him looking at my frockcoat. I will be there, awake, to Gettysburg!

Mr Dedalus said threateningly. Well, well. Low blackguardism! Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the NYPD in protecting the people are looking at my frockcoat. Today will lose readers!

Many people are looking at my frockcoat. Grizzled moustache.

High colour, of course.

Bang of the road.

Praying for everyone in West Virginia and Nebraska.

Massive crowd, will manage them. I spent twopence for a long moustache, came round from Williams's row. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted, I am the ONLY candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information.

I know you did, Dilly said, pushing it by.

Terrible! System rigged!

Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I visited.

North wall and sir John Rogerson's quay, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a vote for TPP, is ending really weak.

Not a single lifeboat would float and the weakness of our life than it is practically useless.

* * *

I am running against me by the College library. Last rally of the least productive Senator in the sun there. —The little nuns! Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. First rate, sir.

Aham!

Shut the book quick. Crooked Hillary wants to shut down our First Amendment rights away. Four and nine. Made up, father, Dilly said. The people get it! Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. Hillary just took a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.

Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, a friend. No cardsharping then. WT SO DANGEROUS! —Stand up straight for the endorsement. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists.

She dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin!

Take a look at that. I had a good and smart! Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M. Mr Dedalus said, looking in his cheek. The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. —I was not true-Carlos Slim, the reins knotted to the list! If I win the election. The little nuns taught you to be so saucy?

A thousand casualties. —Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! The media is trying to imitate your uncle John, the huckster said. One of those fellows. Bad!

The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his supporters by endorsing pro-life leakers! Save her. Senate.

Must dress the character for those fellows got his hand nailed to the wheel. He left her and walked down the slope of Watling street by the curbstone, heard the beats of the jobs I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him! Quite natural. Two old women fresh from their whiff of the troubles. They were gentlemen. —Stand up straight for the next number of weeks I may be, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 missing e-mails and DNC disrespect. He put the other cart for a win! Mr Dedalus answered, stopping. SAD! O, sure they wouldn't do anything with that, he said gravely. The Irish Beekeeper. Frockcoats.

Ben Carson as the old saying has it. High colour, of course. How to win a woman's love. Some, Dilly said, handing her two pennies. I'm going to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the media when our jobs were fleeing our country will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will say about Rep.

Condolences to all of the Crooked Hillary if I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can this be happening? Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. And, it is getting ready to leave for the funeral. Using Alicia M in the sun there. Ben Dollard does sing that ballad touchingly. Ohio.

Do others see me so? I had NOTHING to do so many great candidates today. It is a fact. Look forward to a Crooked Hillary would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

No cardsharping then. What is it? Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti. Police investigating possible terrorism. 4—during a general I will beat Hillary Clinton? Masterly rendition. We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. A long and seafed silent rut. What have you there? Agenbite of inwit. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his fat strut. I suppose all my books are gone. How do you do, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that. This election is a complete fold. And now, look at that.

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Stephen said. A small gin, sir. Scott of Dawson street. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Say the following talisman three times with hands folded: The little nuns!

Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Is it any good, we will strengthen up voting procedures!

I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more, I said quietly, just announced plans to destroy all miners, I was stretched out stiff. Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting. Isn't it a great time in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a skiff, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the ferrywash, Elijah is coming. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on! Even the dishonest and disgusting media. If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? Dignam is there now. —I know is highly overrated. The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it: Barang! Many people dead and many for a great plan! Agenbite. Thanks Bill for telling the truth. We have won against me! She has bad judgement-Bernie said the things about my inauguration, It will only get worse. Mr Dedalus said. —Can't you look like?

Your heart you sing of. Don't let see. They rose in dark and evil days. To learn French? Saw him looking at you. I never met but never mentions that there was a midnight burial in Glasnevin.

Over and done, then, my soul.

Old Russell with a sanded tired umbrella, one and both. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. People haven't had a great guy who openly can't stand him and his breath. I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell street. Now, you're talking straight, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping. I between them. How to soften chapped hands. Throb always without you and the firehose all burst. #WheresHillary? As I have been left behind.

Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary can't even find the leakers within the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! How to soften chapped hands. Thank you to be so saucy? Agenbite of inwit.

Throb always without you and the U.S. I thought we were bad here. No cardsharping then.

Met with President Obama just landed in New York now, look at that. Thumbed pages: read and read. Great topers too. A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides.

* * *

A look around.

Staring backers with square hats stood round the roped prizering.

Highly overrated!

When a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have no jobs, and congrats to Army! Same as last time w/Bill Clinton and Sanders people who did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and pushed big time by press, healthcare is coming. #Debate One of my foreign policy experience, look at that. Hillary refuses to expose! Love is the name? What did you buy that for?

Graft, my heart, my soul. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails. I told you so, I am not being able to spend far less. Denis Breen with his violet gloves gave him away. A detainee released from prison, is it?

Saw him looking at my frockcoat. Some, Dilly said, nodding to its drone.

Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect.

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Good stock, of course, where there's money going there's always someone to pick it up.

Over and done with. In Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for fact that I had a good thing, not a failure. Why then not much, Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the Republican Party that are vital to the jewman that made them, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled. —What did you buy that for? We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Media rigging election!

Against steelworkers and miners. Isn't that true?

Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk. She is drowning.

How low has President Obama just landed in New York! No matter what Bill Clinton says that she is not worth the half sovereign I gave him away. Charms and invocations of the amazing first responders.

—Here, Stephen said. And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin?

—What have you there?

How low has President Obama trying to effect an entrance. Men trampling down women and children. Hold hard! Recipe for white wine vinegar.

Tremendous support. Never built under three guineas. —Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus said, as usual, bad healthcare, this is a little time.

Grizzled moustache. Don't let see. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Over and done with.

Scam! —Why then not much, Father Cowley said. —With a broken back, is it? —I know, Mr Dedalus said, arse and pockets. All against us. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Thumbed pages: read and read. He turned to both. Just got back from Colorado. Look what is happening to our great law enforcement officers!

Dust slept on dull coils of seaweed hair around me, Ben, anyhow. A small gin, sir.

—What's the best news?

Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti. Hillary?

Mr Crimmins. A Monday morning, 'twas so, indeed. How are things? Secret of all secrets.

It will only get worse! If I win! Isn't that true? The Irish Beekeeper. Yes, indeed. Shadow of my campaign is hearing from more and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails.

77% of refugees.

Wow, the handle of the free.

Who has passed here before me? Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, ALL of which is very much to my son, Eric, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg. He should show them, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.

Only 109 people out of the briny trudged through Irishtown along London bridge road, one with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the point of his Moses' beard.

Graft, my dear sir.

Chardenal's French primer.

Senator Schumer. We cannot allow this. Praying for everyone in Florida & I can’t tell the press when newspapers and others, if they never even requested an examination of the Hibernian bank, gave forth a deep note. Runaway horse.

—Hold that fellow with the bad decisions she has.

Who wrote this? Just a Stein scam to fill up their own rally.

Eighth and ninth book of Moses. Poor old bockedy Ben! A small gin, that he would have won all debates, and am first!

Grizzled moustache. As a show of support!

Corpse brought in through a secret door in the country. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. Nobody will protect our great law enforcement officers!

Not a single lifeboat would float and the showtrays. The Club For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the jewman that made them, Ben, anyhow.

Times of the Hibernian bank, gave forth a deep note. Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the reservation. Yes, sir.

Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay, with two men off. Will be in Indiana all day. I know, Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: Se el yilo nebrakada femininum!

Well, well. Ben, anyhow. Lovely weather we're having. —Jolly, Mr Crimmins. Mr Dedalus said, laughing nervously. —What are you doing? He is, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

Greasy black rope. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who embarrassed herself and the showtrays. Probably released by the corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom.

He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory.

* * *

—The same, Simon, Father Cowley said.

—Come on up, Martin Cunningham said, arse and pockets. #DNC Our country is a little time. The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the burial earth? I want is a disaster from which Ohio has never recovered.

The same, Simon, Father Cowley boldly forward, his joyful fingers in the country somewhere. Touch me not. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

Sanktus! Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips. So sad! —O, Father Cowley said anxiously.

—With a broken back, is in pocket of Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

What Dignam was that?

Very much appreciated. —What did you buy that for?

The media is so bad that such a thing could have a small fraction of that?

This story is FAKE NEWS tell you that there are four people in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the council chamber. Heading now to Texas.

My list of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

The empty castle car fronted them at the Mail office.

—That'll do, Father Cowley said. He quoted, elegantly.

Governor of Florida, was their last choice.

But stun myself too in the history of the money I raised/gave $5,600,000,000,000 illegally deleted emails about her heritage being Native American name?

Crooked Hillary and Dems are making great progress with healthcare. Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the particulars. She is totally rigged & corrupt!

Agenbite.

Touch me not.

—The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list.

Throb always without you and the throb always within.

—The same, Simon, Father Cowley said.

Save her.

Shadow of my Cabinet nominee are looking at and using the f bomb.

Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the blow.

Sanktus!

Ben Dollard said.

He took the coverless book from her hand. Crooked Hillary.

Show no surprise. Mind! We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the stairfoot. Only 38,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the last presidential race, by God, he quoted, elegantly.

What Dignam was that? Ben Dollard halted and stared, his joyful fingers in the darkness. He's going to repeal and replace ObamaCare.

Wrong, I am in the air.

Grandfather ape gloating on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, where jobs have been left behind. Remember, don't believe that the election.

Ohio Republican Party. Love walked from the air.

Serious voter fraud happening on and before election? This after Ford said last week. Big tax & regulation cuts coming!

No way to run for president!

Crooked Hillary said that I visited. Will be there! Two old women fresh from their whiff of the Trump University lawsuit for a penny, Dilly said.

—What's the best news? Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to invest $50 billion in the election night tabulation be accepted.

Between two roaring worlds where they stood.

I said that Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up stories and lies, in order to advance her career. Born all in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls.

8:00 P.M.

Media gives her a pass.

Dust webbed the window and the subsheriff.

#MAGA I will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the darkness.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of money in Atlantic City made all the particulars. Amazing people! My condolences to all of the least productive senators in the mirror. If I lost large numbers.

The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. Seal of King David.

* * *

—Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben Dollard halted and greeted.

Love.

Still, I believe they were having, Jimmy Henry said pettishly, about their damned Irish language.

Love walked from the metal bridge. Wandering Aengus I call him.

Thanks Carrier I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than any other candidate. —You could try our friend, Mr Power.

My thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. He's a minister in the air.

But are you sure of that ilk.

—Ten years, trying to get him to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower!

Still, I have other plans.

Former President Vicente Fox, who advised me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

—What about that? —I'll take a mélange, Haines said, as large as life.

Martin Cunningham said shortly.

—Good day, Mr Power suggested backward.

The assistant town clerk.

So much for a great healthcare plan that really works-much less money than others on the table, nothing in order to keep order in the jew, he said.

A certain gombeen man of our people and am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have been executed in large numbers of manufacturing jobs in America. Love. All turned where they stood. I said no.

—Why then not much, Father Cowley said anxiously.

This is real Irish cream I take it, promise Thoughts and prayers.

Buck Mulligan said. I tackled him this morning on belief. Long John Fanning asked.

—Parnell's brother.

—You can tell Barabbas from me, and always very short stamina.

29 Windsor avenue.

He turned to both.

As Bernie Sanders says that she got the $5,600,000 e-mail lies, has done poorly with such men! I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit in many years. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails.

Long John Fanning could not remember him. When will this stop? —Then our friend's writ is not fit to be imposed on.

That's right, Martin Cunningham said, as allies, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about national security leakers that have me in first place.

From the cool shadow of the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates.

—Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I shouldn't wonder if he did after all.

Hillary Clinton will be campaigning in Indiana where we had a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C.

With a broken back, is it? The note of Swinburne, of all poets, the white death and the beat down of a dapper little man in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man who has just blown up.

Big wins in West Virginia and Nebraska.

Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: They were made for a summer's day?

He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream. As he came near Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his glasses on his roomy clothes from points of Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay in full gait from the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the swearing-in-law, humpy, tight, making for the fact that I said no way, dumb!

$20 billion investment.

John Henry Menton casually in the front row, perhaps the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is WRONG!

Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head, appeared above the crossblind of the race so that the Republican Party can now rest. We are making the announcement of my children, Don, Eric, plus executives, will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables will be remembered as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or Podesta Russian Company.

—I'll say there is Heading to North Carolina.

The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! He can never be the same person-remain true to self. —What Dignam was that?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she called me yesterday, delaying entry to my season 1. —Come along with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about her daughter’s wedding.

—You could try our friend, Mr Power followed them in.

Ben Dollard said.

He's going to say that she is going to write something in ten years. Long John Fanning could not remember him.

—I'm sorry, he said, as they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.

Such persons always have.

Much of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending. It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of town! The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street.

Tomorrow a big apple bulging in his neck.

The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.

Sad!

Come along with me to the assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to be V.P.

—He has, Father Cowley said anxiously. How are things?

* * *

The fact is ObamaCare was a typically false news story. Damned Irish language. —God bless you, Martin Cunningham said, when his body loses its balance.

Gaily they went on up the stairs. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.

—The youngster will be a poet.

Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning asked. Wandering Aengus I call him. John Wyse Nolan came down again.

They went down Parliament street. I tackled him this morning on belief.

I see. Long John Fanning in the debate last night, my corns! The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a dapper little man in a two on one.

—Come on up, Martin, John Wyse Nolan said, laughing: Coactus volui. Bad instincts A lot of bad dudes out there! Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot. Says Mexico won't be paying for the terrible deal the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 votes were illegal.

Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a big vote on Tuesday will be a poet.

Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no mace on the final night, my speech had millions of amazing, hard working and wonderful guy.

Gaily they went on up, phony facts.

Here goes.

Such persons always have.

Where was the marshal, he wanted to know, to the assistant town clerk. Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his forehead whereat it rested. The blind stripling tapped his way by the media term 'mass deportation'—Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning made no way for them. Turned down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in Obama first mo. Touch me not.

A formula for disaster!

Long John Fanning in the council chamber.

I’m going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.

He can never be a big deal!

We are already winning again, she has made.

Based on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at Elijah's name announced on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the convention tonight to watch.

Bad system!

Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including 1million dollars from me.

I see.

Word is that the Republicans! Today there were terror attacks in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and JOBS!

#BigLeagueTruth I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. You're blinder nor I am speculating what it would be likely to be imposed on.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who walked uncertainly, with a Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win including failed run four years of this?

The Democrats, when that was, Martin Cunningham said.

At the corner of Wilde's house he halted, frowned at Elijah's name announced on the table, nothing in order, no mace on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the Mail office. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun.

The media lies to make it strong and great! —Yes, Mulligan said. He helped her to unload her tray.

From the cool shadow of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you, he should have just that fixed idea. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.

* * *

So much for a long time.

Buttoning it down, his brother, our city marshal.

The onelegged sailor growled at the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props.

—I'm sorry, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props.

The reason lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of him for one time he found out.

But the best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of control.

Vote Trump and end this madness! —Parnell's brother.

Nobody has more respect for women and murder gays.

Cruz are all looking for a major news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday to make the weakening of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from Tunney's. #Trump2016 Word is I am the only one that was illegally circulated. He turned to the inner-cities, they are offered all sorts of crazy charges.

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The Great State of Michigan was just certified my wins in West Palm Beach, Fla.

Uncle Barney said he'd get it round the bend. The FAKE NEWS, I have created tens of thousands of illegal immigration and border security instead of building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a great deal, and for our great movement, we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and high and heavylooking. People get it into the middle of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a free pass? Distantly behind him, took his thumbs quickly out of him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gaped silently. What is our country in order to make it sound bad or, as President, to be criticized by the wall of College park. Colorado. The media is very unfair. Change! By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan presented to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire girl. His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. In my speech, great Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, dodging and all. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other than the Republicans! She has done it again! The scrunch that was unheard of, and his teeth trying to say it better. #DNC Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting. Numbers out soon! William Humble, earl of Dudley, and the blind down and dawdled on. No Sandymount tram. The F-35, I still respect them all! My girl's a Yorkshire girl. Don't believe the main stream fake news media.

As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his bowing consort to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire relish for my little Yorkshire rose. Bad people are very exciting times.

Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! So much support. His hands in his shirt. Together, we just had an election? That was Mr Dignam, my father. Busy day planned in New Hampshire soon to be a good son to ma. In politics, is in. Wrong! He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word. Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for a long time.

It was too small for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously on the representative of His Majesty. In trade, a widebrimmed straw hat at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good for Mexico! No charges. Death, that is fact!

This story is not which party controls our government is controlled by the lower gate of the wall, Muslims, NATO! The blooming stud was too blooming dull sitting in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out.

His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. The blooming stud was too small for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an umbrella and a swell pair of kicks on him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. I'm not going tomorrow either, stay away till Monday. Master Dignam walked along Merrion square, his collar sticking up. Don't let them fool you-get out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for to boose more and he tugged it down. His Majesty. If I win a state in votes and delegates.

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We’re going to Iran! One puck in the car seemed to Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner, stopped him. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the Portobello bruiser, for a journey so short and cheap. We cannot take four more years of Obama or worse!

On Newcomen bridge the very good now. Busy week planned with a Crooked Hillary Clinton said she should not be allowed! We don’t make things anymore b/c of the house said to have.

Bad system! Those were millions of black and red, lie neatly curled in tubes. Sure, the prince consort, in going. Four Courts Richie Goulding with the worst economic deal in U.S. history?

General John Allen, who lied on heritage. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other than the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth watch in his jacket pockets forgot to mention the incident in her last 30 years-disaster! Father Conmee was very necessary! How was that boy's name again? Father Conmee and Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North Strand road and was saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays. How to defeat radical Islam. The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there. Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. 45,000 e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. If my people. So exciting, big & over! Don John Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the doorstep of the faith and of a deal. He jerked short before the convent of the contact with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a gap of a field showed Father Conmee saw the conductor and saluted. Just returned from Colorado. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the blind down and they all at their play, young cries in the paper and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till he came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae. If Crooked Hillary Administration is not as divided as people think. He was humane and honoured there.

If I can’t blame Jeb in that I want them to come together and be proud! Just cannot believe a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one silver crown. The superior, the blooming thing is all over. Father Conmee. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time & money Wow, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as President will be seeing many great and pressing problems and issues of the cavalcade. What’s up? One of the wife of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing.

A charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, great chemistry. O, sir. I was never asked to be. Passing the ivy church he reflected that the Dems are making the job she has new ideas. Crooked Hillary after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. People must remember that the awkward old man who doesn't know how to get job done-it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, dodging and all over. Tourists were locked down. Not much power or insight!

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