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Bennbrig
The Wolf’s Buckle Inn was not a luxurious resort, but it was successful. It was small, no more than 10 rooms. They were always full. Not with the rich rock climbing socialite crowd, with their platinum plated carabiners and four thousand dollar techno fabric fashion jackets, nor with the skiing crowd - there were no ski facilities. This inn was a haven for those who loved the land. The man who had trekked the full Appalachian trail three times to raise funds for Virginia coal miners. The woman who had stayed at a base camp on Mt Washington for six years, hiking down to collect data on pine mar...
Love in the Clouds
Classic movies do indulge in cloud gazing. Lots of dreaming and imagining pictures in the clwww.onedoor.ccouds. Big ships. Angels. Faces of loved ones. Good, positive things. The classic movie I am thinking of is the old version of Back Street starring Charles Boyer as Walter Saxel and Margaret Sullivan as Ray Smith.Charles Boyer has a nasty habit of dumping women while they are laying down in a field of hay looking up at the clouds. In Back Street, Walter Saxel is a "cad" who promises to wait for Ray Smith (Margaret Sullivan) at the Riverboat landing. He has a secret. He keeps the secret until a few hours ...
Fear the hoodie
A typical Californian Suburban neighborhood was filled with the usual merriment as July weekend rolled around. Sparklers in every hand and sprites in the adults. It was the American dream and now one notice the stranger. The person who stood out of place. Watching. Waiting. The only one who even noticed him was little Suzie Green. She had noticed the man an hour ago. First the man had been in her best friend Angelica’s house. Then he had been at old man Cook’s yard, blending into the crowd. The odd thing was never once did he take off his fade black hoodie. He stood at the same height as her f...
Zaleria, Dreamwalker
I fell asleep again. I've been up for the past 3 days. The first day I was jittery from the obscene amounts of coffee I had drunk. The second I felt like I would fall over if anyone breathed on me. The third was when I started to see stars appear in the day, my hair greasy and unkempt, looking like a bird's nest, being the right color and everything. I'd seen how my eyes looked more red than caramel that they usually were. Everyone was worried for me but I’d appear crazy had I told anyone about the dreams. Normally when I walk in my dreams, people never see me, never interact with me, never n...