Intro/ gist of the book I'm writing

I was walking barefoot in the sand on that starry night so long ago, watching the tide ebb and flow. It was a clear crisp night and only the sound of the ocean was audible. I paused at the ocean, taking in her beauty, sighing at it's emptiness. What secrets do you keep? What wonders are hidden beneath your depths? My vision started to haze. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head, but I still was unable to see clearly. The sounds of the ocean grew louder and louder until it was a deafening roar. My heart quickened as my fear of the unknown arose. In the deafness of the clamor, I heard a melody. A soft unbelievably beautiful voice singing. What was happening to me? Why couldn't I see? Why could I only hear the deafening sounds of the ocean and this hypnotizing voice. Suddenly my vision cleared and I was able to see myself, from afar. I was walking into the ocean. Why was I doing that? Stop! I shouted. I saw her, ethereal and beautiful singing to me, luring me to the sea. No! My heart stammered. I don't want to die. She looked at me, and I felt a peace overtake me. I heard her in my head, don't worry my love, for I am the sea, and I'm calling you home. You belong here.

Short Stories for friends.

Short stories I wrote answering status’s

The Green Chinchilla

I sat there, atop my old rusted Studebaker, dangling my dirty-caked feet, watching the pinkish-orange glow of the sky fade into the horizon, when I saw something in the distance. It was a flickering light—bobbing and stumbling around. Someone was trespassing on my property. Who was out there at this time of night fumbling around like an idiot in the desert? I bet some Yankee tourist got lost. God damned Yanks. Gotta’ come muck up our little town because their cities are all nature free. I’m going to go find this guy and give him a piece of my mind--Damned dirty Yanks.

I hopped down and landed softly in the still-warm New-Mexican dirt, dug my toes in. This is my home. I will protect it any way I can. I ran inside and grabbed my shotgun and roused lazy lil’ Diesel. He’s not good for much, but he sure is good company. I love that silly little dog--Trusty companion he is.

Shotgun in hand, dog in tow, I winded my way through cacti and brush towards that clumsy flickering light. What idiot strays in the desert alone? Or is he alone. I look at Diesel and motion for him to stay silent. As we neared our strange intruder, I came to the conclusion he was alone. Why was he out here alone? The question kept nagging at my mind.

The stranger finally stopped and seemed to be settling for the night. As I got closer, I realized he wasn’t much of a city slicker. He was dressed in dirty old jeans, boots made for hiking, and a windbreaker. He had a pack with him and a small silver case. He looked in my direction, I crouched out of sight. He knows he’s not alone. This is my desert and I can stay hidden if I wish—I wasn’t worried.

Who was he and what was he carrying? Why was he out here all alone? As I was trying to piece things together, something warm and bright launched in the corner of my eye. FIRE! He’d set a fire! What was he thinking? In this dry heat he could start a brush fire that could destroy the desert and the lives of many! What a selfish moronic idiot! I was furious, and didn’t have time to think. I just jumped up and started throwing dirt on the fire—ranting and raving about the dangers on fires in this area. Hell a fart in the wind could start a fire around these parts!

He just calmly sat there watching me in my tirade. I realized that he was just sitting there silently smiling at me. What the hell was he smiling at? This isn’t a joke! The angrier I got, the funnier I seemed. Finally I just lost all will to be angry and sat down. He made me feel like a child with his pompous cool and arrogant smile. Who was this man? And he really needs to stop looking at me like that before I kiss that smile off his face.
Who are you? I asked.

DeathbyDuctTape

I stood there, grease on my cheeks, perturbed at my luck. A pot hole? In the middle of a highway? Damned lazy politicians. Now here I am stranded with a busted exhaust pipe. I searched high and low, for anything that could strap the pipe back to the car so I could make it to the next town. Nothing. I wandered by the highway irritated and at a loss. Suddenly, I heard a snicker. I looked around and saw nothing. What the hell? Who was that? I shouted. Show yourself! As I searched the horizon for any sign of the voice i'd heard, I saw movement in the corner of my eye. I whipped around and still saw nothing. Hiiiideeeehooo, I heard. WHO IS THAT, I screamed, frantically. Something touched my foot and I squealed. It was a roll of duct tape. Where did this come from? As I picked it up, it spoke. HI THERE! All chipper and gleeful. Talking Duct tape? I must have hit my head. It dawned on me that I had a role of duct tape and could now fix my car, Then realized, who cares if the tape is talking. Fix your car and get the hell out of here!

And that's how we met.

Donna

I was walking barefoot in the sand on that starry night so long ago, watching the tide ebb and flow. It was a clear crisp night and only the sound of the ocean was heard. I paused at the ocean, taking in her beauty, sighing at it's emptiness. What secrets do you keep? What wonders are hidden beneath your depths? My vision started to haze. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head, but I still was unable to see clearly. The sounds of the ocean grew louder and louder until it was a deafening roar. My heart quickened as my fear of the unknown rose. In the deafness of the clamor, I heard a melody. A soft unbelievably beautiful voice softly singing. What was happening to me? Why couldn't I see? Why could I only hear the deafening sounds of the ocean and this hypnotizing voice. Suddenly my vision cleared and I was able to see myself, from afar. I was walking into the ocean. Why was I doing that? Stop! I shouted. I saw you, ethereal and beautiful singing to me, luring me to the sea. No! My heart stammered. I don't want to die. You looked at me, and I felt a peace take me over. I heard in my head, don't worry my love, for I am the sea, and I'm calling you home. You belong here.

And that is how we met.

EvilZestman

Some years ago, on a small island cruise to the Galapagos Islands, I came upon a large wooden chest. I was slowly making my way around to my room when I nearly tripped on this large ornate wooden chest. As I looked closer, I noticed it was slightly moving. As my curiosity piqued, I got closer and put my ear to the box. I heard a muffled sound barely audible. Where had this come from? Surely the Captain of the ship wouldn't leave such a large box in the middle of the walk way? And why was it moving and making noise? What was inside? Was someone locked in here? As it dawned on me that a person may be trapped inside, I began scouring the area for anything of use to open this mysterious chest. You came round the corner and I screamed startled at the sight of another person so late at night. You looked at me with a question in your eyes. Who are you? And what are you doing up so late? My eyes darted to the box. You looked in the direction but seemed oblivious to the box. Why weren't you as curious as I? I stood there, wiped away invisible wrinkles from my white evening gown, perturbed at your obvious carelessness. You asked me if I needed assistance and I assured you I was fine. When I turned around, the box was gone. I searched high and low for my mysterious container, but sadly never saw it again. What was in that mysterious container and why did you not seem to see it?

And that is how we met... on a small cruise in the Galapagos Islands

Kent

It was just Diesel and I, driving in my beat up Honda, across the country. We were on our way to see my love, Zak. It was late, the stars were out on this clear windy night, and the view of that blue Kentucky grass swaying in the night was as peaceful as it gets. I decided to stop and fix myself a little peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I pulled over on the side of the highway and let Diesel dog out to romp around and stretch his legs. As I stood there staring at the sky, I saw something sparkle and shimmer. What a strange and beautiful thing to see! I looked away, hearing Diesel rolling around in the grass and giggled. What a cute little animal he is. A bright flash lit up my peripheral vision and disappeared as soon as it came. I frantically looked around. Diesel seemed oblivious to the strange light. What was that? As I looked around, everything seemed as it was before--except now I hear a soft crying. What was that? Where was it coming from? My skin erupted in goosebumps. Something was off here. I called Diesel to my side and and called out. Who's there? I strained my ears and heard a light whisper. Help me, it said. I'm lost, it whispered. You froze, blood freezing in your veins. This was something of nightmares. What was happening. Who was this mystery voice and what was that mystery light. I turned around and realized my car was gone. Hell, even the highway was nowhere to be seen. Had I wondered too far? All I could see was blue grass everywhere. No houses, no road, no cars. I began to panic. Suddenly I was overcome with a sense of purpose. Something called me here, to this place. I was needed. I closed my eyes, and opened my heart. I'm here. What can I do to help, I thought. I opened my eyes and saw you. You, this bright shining thing. This brilliant being of unspeakable magnitude of warmth and love. You came to me and said, Hello Kristen, I'm Kentucky. Welcome, to my paradise.

And that is how we met.

EvilNinjaThug

It was a Monday night. Things were slow at the local grocery store. I was out and about, tired of being home. I saw you with your cart, meandering along, picking up this and that. Suddenly there was a loud crash at the front of the store. You looked at me, and I at you. We both headed towards the noise. As we neared the front of the store, we realized we'd been attacked by something. As you rushed to the front, something caught my attention and I grabbed your shirt and yanked you back. Hiding behind a fallen shelf, I slowly raised a finger to my lips--motioning utter silence. Reaching down to my boot, I grabbed my concealed k-bar and motioned for you to stay put. I crouched down and scoured the area for any sign of what was attacking our small grocery. I handed you my sawed off shot gun (also concealed) and motioned for you to go ahead. We crept around looking for any other signs of life. None could be found. Where had everyone gone? There was no blood, no voices, no cries. It was as if everyone disappeared. You looked at me like I knew the answers. I could see you question my weapons. Why did I have them? Who was I? What was happening? Sadly, the answers weren't so easy.

And that... is how we met

ISayPorscheWrong

There I sat, mind racing, at my desk in my office. I perched my heels on my desk trying to get comfortable in this sweltering heat wave. Who was that man following me? Earlier in the day I'd taken a case to weed out a bad case of domestic abuse, but it quickly became clear it was far more than that. As I was taking photos of some dame in a Porsche, some fella came and tried to knock me out with a lead pipe.. Luckily, through years of military training, I heard him coming and was prepared. After disarming my assailant, I rushed off to gather my thoughts, but managed to pick up a tail. I ducked away in a dark alleyway and watched him pass by. He was a younger man, tall, thin--eager and fearful looking. What did he want? I managed to get to my office safely despite the chaos of the day.

As I sat there with my heels kicked up, the young man from earlier walked in. Ah so you've found me again, I said coyly. And how may I help you? His eyes darted nervously around the room before slamming my office door shut and locking it. He ran to the window quickly surveyed the area and shut it with a thud. You have to help me, he wheezed. I think I'm in danger and I don't know who else to turn to! Stunned at his agitation, I sat up. I slowly turned, and got up. I paced the room to get him a glass of water. Drink this kiddo and take a breather. Who is after you and why? You looked horrified, as if by some divine power I should know.

Something crashed outside and you looked like you saw a ghost. You started mumbling something about a murder, but I wasn't able to catch it all. You raced to the door, fumbled with the lock and took off. I tried to run after you, but you're a quick little shit.

Outside I heard a scuffle and then the screeching of tires. Then nothing. For the last week, I've been sitting here going over the events of that day. Scouring for evidence as to what happened and where I could find you. What happened that frightened you so? Who came and took you? And where are you?

And that is how we met.

Drakora

Inhaling the nights thick humid musk, I lie there with my eyes shut, listening to the sounds of my breathing and the old creaks of the night. A branch flutters in the wind, scratching wickedly on my window. A small four legged critter scurries across the floor. I exhale and hold, listening intently. The sounds of the night are my symphony, dancing and moaning to a beat only I'm conscious of. Slowly I feel aware of something--something solid and alive. Too afraid to open my eyes, I lie there listening, waiting for it to betray it's presence.

Lying there listening and breathing slowly, I began feeling a pulling sensation--as if my very soul was being sucked away. My eyes shot open and my heart nearly stopped. Floating above me was this dark shadowy creature that was something of nightmares. She was beautiful--dark, red lipped, porcelain skin. It was then--when I opened my eyes--that I heard her voice in my head. It was musical and hypnotic. Shhh, she said floating down to lie beside me. My name is Drakora, she whispered. I'm here to take you home, my love. At that moment, my eyes drifted shut and I was no more.