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Fearless 3 months ago

We began to prepare. We established our forces in a horizontal front line. They were fierce and united as one. Fearless, was perhaps the best word you can describe each and every one of them. Their commander happened to be Phoenix Razor. A brilliant mastermind in the field of tactical combat. He wielded a two handed sword in which many battle combatants died. It stood strong and wicked behind his back as the night of the moon sparkled onto it seeming as if it was a crowning jewel.
The wind hit strong as Phoenix army marched into the foggy duskwood field. Only clattering armor and weaponry could be heard within the area. Nothing but the sound of battle. Nothing but taste of death mixed with a gut turning feeling. Phoenix raised his sword announcing his speech. “My brothers of war and freedom. We have come today here to settle this conflict. Our freedom is jeopardized from these merciless buffoons. It is during these times we must believe in ourselves the most…we must lift our spirits so our kingdom will stand once more. Today, we shall spare our blood, but we will live again to prove to these men that our existence here will be till the end of time,” said Phoenix as he looked onward into the other side of the field. The men yelled with their spirits held high. A strong bearded footman yelled “Death and Glory my lord!” The echos filled through the sky when suddenly they heard the horns of the opposite faction. The men remained quiet and listened as the faction of Tirius Dragonfire singed war chants and blew horns. They formed in a unique formation where they split into two groups and had a isle of space down the middle. Tirius was a worthy opponent and gained most people’s respect from his battle experiences. As a boy, his father was a mighty priest. Many begged mercy before he slayed them in the light’s name. Tirius followed his father’s steps becoming stronger. He was a well known commander in his faction of ten generals. His presence intimidated most enemies, and granted his allies more morale from his impressive figure. “We have come to this day lads, a day of retribution and conflict. When many of us were small, we only dreamed of being in something like this for your people. Time has come for you to grant me your devotion of a fearless heart. We will not falter so easily in this horrendous war, we shall rise up and show them who we truly are. Your fears will be nothing more then a memory. Today, history will be made. Brace yourselves lads,” said Tirius as he dismounted off his mount. His forces marched forward with no regrets or remorse.

“Onward my men. Onward!”,said Phoenix Razor High Commander of his league. The battle was lit with the sound of ferocious yells and cussing. Nothing scared them, but only the depth they would leave behind there families. Phoenix and Tirius armies became closer, and closer. Finally until they were a handful of seconds from each other. There blood was about to be split on the ground for one desire…freedom.

A large clash of shield, sword and armor rumbled through the area. A strong sword carved into a torso removing it completely. Phoenix started his swift killing as he charged in killing three men with a whirlwind with his sword. He yelled proudly and charged onto the next one performing the same result. “All of you today slayed by this sword shall be honored. You have been just killed by a legend,” said Phoenix Razor as he wiped out the ranks of Tirius army.
Tirius charged in dashing around with his mighty staff producing magic and striking enemies around him. The hit would leave Tirius confrontations nothing more then dust. He channeled more and more seeming as if he would never stop till he dropped dead. The spells surrounded him then shot at every soul in the area. The fight weighted on leaving both armies smaller and weaker, nonetheless, there hearts still had the spirit of a titan. Tirius turned and met eye contact with the man that had killed most of his men, and from the other side, Phoenix thought the same. Only space and distance stood between them from confronting each other. Finally the first word was spoken. “I have heard many rumors of you Phoenix, you have my respect and gratitude. Your heart seems to be immune to anything that you confront. You have mastered and learned how to control your feelings. That is a admirable trait indeed. It is a shame, one of us will die today…” said Tirius as he showed no symptoms of fear towards Phoenix. “I have heard of you as well Tirius. Your presence frightened most of my men. Your father was also a great man and he has earned my respect. The disappointment will be that you wont be able to live as long as your father did. Or follow his exact foot steps of killing mighty specimen. But I promise you, this day we will remember who Tirius Dragonfire was and what he could have been,” said Phoenix Razor with such confidence and pride. “Of course, I should have known. Your pride and and confidence runs high in your ancestor’s blood. But the truth is that your pride clouds your fighting and makes you weaker. I will let you in on a secret. My family’s roots revolve well around the field of war and none of them spoke of defeating there opponent. They let there fighting spirit make what they are and left it at that. They have all have originated around that and have been well known on this land and even among your kin. Today, my light shall grow brighter then the sun itself, and if it shall be my death or victory I will praise it till my last breath on this land.” Tirius kneeled to the ground and whispered something as he rose again. “You are very wise Tirius, you have just earned my respect. But I must not falter today, nor tomorrow. Today a legend shall fall,” said Phoenix as he held his body in a battle stance. Tirius charged throwing two bolts of fire towards Phoenix nearly hitting him. Phoenix dodged around acting as if there were more illusions then one Phoenix. Tirius became confused and raised his hand extracting a powerful shield around him. Phoenix finally swept around finding his face behind Tirius back for a open kill. He swung and met nothing but a mighty shield shocking him back. Phoenix grimaced in pain and was surprised of Tirius holy energy. Tirius took advantage and bolted out a white sphere ball but Phoenix raised his sword impacting,shattering it into a thousand pieces. Tirius begin to gain more energy and more as he shot these mighty circular bolts at him. “You seem confused of what is happening Phoenix,” said Tirius. “My sorcery will only become stronger, the longer you fight me making you more vulnerable to every magic I throw at you.” said Tirius as he rose up his unique staff channeling something incredibly powerful in front of his strong opponent Phoenix. “Bring whatever it is that you have. Your magic does not fear me in anyway. If it is true what you just said I will have to slay you faster then what I have intended before and consider that a promise leviathan,” Phoenix blurted out when he transformed in front of Tirius Dragonfire. Phoenix appearance grew in size. Suddenly, a light dawned around him making him into a shape shifted form of a incredible creature…A fearless spirit walker. Few knew of this powerful sequence. It was entitled to be one of the strongest shape shift forms ever to be created, however, there were many before it. “Impressive Phoenix, I am surprised to see a warrior of this magnitude learn such a powerful spell,” said Tirius as he observed the spirit walkers unique image. It was bright and full of life lit with white and a shadowy black aura. “You were a fool to think that Tirius and now your sorcery means nothing more to me. I am immune to any holy magic. Your time is running out,” said Phoenix as his voice changed into a dark twisted voice. “Ahhh, but the real truth is I am trained well in many fields of magic. You have not triumphant yet.” Tirius Dragonfly lit his staff high and struck the gory ground with lightning and nature. “You will face the Guardian of Storm before you pass into my people’s kingdom,” said Tirius as he shock Phoenix with a high voltage bolt. It had little effect and Phoenix charged on forward channeling bolts of shadow and strikes of hate with his wicked sword. Tirius yelled in pain and boomed out a fireball that lashed and hit Phoenix in the waist moving him back. Tirius then charged and casted a paralyzing spell on Phoenix making him unable to move making a chance for a direct hit. Tirius yelled “Winds lend me your strength to destroy this adversary.” The ground shook and knocked incoming soldiers from Phoenix army throwing them in the air. Phoenix regained his body movement and looked back, but it was too late. The blast hit the spirit walker hurting it tremendously. Phoenix yelled in agony “Clever fool”. Tirius continued to channel hoping for it to be his end. “You will not defeat me that easily Tirius,” said Phoenix as he pushed back the magic of nature. The magic stood still creating a stalemate for both adversaries. Phoenix knew he had to think of something otherwise his remaining strength would be diminished and it would be his end. He took his last ounce of energy and took a risk. Tirius pushed harder noticing he was finally getting the edge of victory. He whispered lightly “A clean death shall be granted”. The remaining energy overcame Phoenix becoming his death. The energy evaporated leaving nothing more then dust and destruction.

Tirius kneeled down giving honor to his enemy, for he was a worthy combatant indeed. A unusual breeze went through the corpses behind Tirius making him vigilant. A black image appeared behind leaving Tirius surprised “What in god’s name?” Tirius flew back and threw his shield up, but the blast and strikes broke through making a successful illusion and ambush. The shield broke leaving Phoenix with a open hit with a strike of death. Tirius flew back falling on his chest. “Your over confidence mislead you. It seems now your death approaches you with your last breaths,” said Phoenix as he watched Tirius get up.
Tirius body became weak as the blood poured out,his legs turned numb and it seemed it was all over for this superb legend. Phoenix cheered to his remaining men as Tirius followers ran into the woods from seeing their commander fall. Tirius manage to grab his staff and get on his feet. Phoenix felt the heart he possessed and admired watching it. “I have misguided myself, and I am deeply saddened. However you have done the same and believed you won. My father told me my destiny was set to sacrifice a new beginning for my people and set a new age for us all…and it seems today has been the day,” said Tirius Dragonfly while loosing his remaining strength and the last life left in him. “Your assumptions have mislead you and I will not be going alone today…this remarks a new dawn for everyone.” Phoenix looked at him with fear and ordered his remaining men to attack him before he performed his death threat. The men charged only to meet a enormous boom vaporizing them. “I shall finish this duty then, Tirius, your talk of death to my people will end now!” Phoenix yelled charging with his last strength left. A lustrous light revolved around Tirius and beamed upward. He turned and looked at Phoenix yelling, “No Phoenix, your people will not die, but witness what happened here today. For our horrible deeds of killing, we will see each other in hell…”
The beam redirected itself and shoot straight down…Phoenix…Tirius…was about to make a new age. The area lit in bright yellow. Full of power from the great man known as Tirius Dragonfire. Everything on the battlefield was gone with the light as it diminished. A epic battle and the death of two legends.

The third day passed and the remains of the fallen were swiped away from the morning breeze. All that remained was a solid staff and a legendary sword standing strong in the grassy field. A site for hope for others and a dedication for two men that would be remembered in the future as hope in the next war, where hope will be their greatest Allie…



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Competitions 9 months ago

Going to enter some writing competitions- good practice and the chance to be published/earn money.



The Death Of O'Brian 16 months ago

Chapter 1
”...Do you suffer from erectile dysfunction?”

And with that Zacheriah O’Brian, his interest fairly aroused, flipped to channel 69.

“nope”

It is here that my story begins with a gent suffering no erectile dysfunction. This is in no way relevent to my story however i do like to mens eyes twich when the subject is brought up. So moving swiftly on let me paint the scene for you, so that you might feel part of the story, would you like that? if you would like that please press auburn on your sky remote…yes i thought you would…It wasnt a dark, stormy night with a fierce wind fairly clawing at the roof of the small house in fact it was just about tea time with clear blue skys, the birds were happily chirping in the trees. Again totally irrelevent to the story but i’m the one weeving this tale so like it or lump it. So there he was Zacheriah sitting in his favorite arm chair, it was his favorite because he found it behind cash converters, having just cooled down after nine or ten minutes of channel 69, found that giving it laldy did not infact get rid of his cold. He took a pen and scored the failed method of cold curing from the sheet on the table, he took a deep breath and sighed but soon started to splutter.

“Fine ” he said

Deciding that the best method of removing his cold was to get some of that there cold medicine and a good old cup of honey and lemon tea. Phwar i love tea.. So after closing his barn door he prepared to meet with the comercial rulers of the world in 2025…ASDA (Dun dun dun) yes every little help? i dont think so for that is not the ASDA price. Anyway Z left the house in a good mood after a bit of “relaxing” and made his way down the ASDA building which soared above all of the other buildings. Now on his way down to the Spiritual center of the world, George, from behind he heard the familiar sound of a tractor being as the sound was familiar he ignored it. Not a good idea. First rule of life always keep an eye on tractors. The tractor being without a driver payed no heed to the “happy” gent making his way down the hill and subsequently left him as flat as a training bra. The last thought to enter the mind of Mr O’Brian was “Bugger”

The tractor weighing conciderably more than Z continued its merry way down the hill and into the main entrance of ASDA. This made the rulers of the known world very angry however due to economic circumstances and the weakened condition of the pound, nothing was done. Instead the head honcho of ASDA claimed the hole was not a hole and is in fact a new clever method of battling climate change with what they have called a super air vent…in other words a hole in the wall. Anyhow back to Z who was now crushed to such an extent that he was a choking hazzard to those aged 0- 18 and ofcourse the 65+ who feel the need to put everything they come across in their mouths hoping it will be their teeth. So Z after the destruction of his temporal body his transcendent soul was allowed freedom from its meaty cage of rampant human desire…pwhar… After his thought of bugger the world went dark, mainly because it was now about ten at night but it was darker still for Z. Because he is dead you see, if you havent caught on yet. (dont try to survive a savage tractor beasting…it wont end well) A bright shaft of light decended from celestial hights and it spelled death for Z. He began his journey to meet his maker. No not china.
Chapter 2
Groggily Z opened his eyes. Shiza, he though, what in the name of a cat’s bollock was i smoking last night. a fit of laughing closely followed this thought but we will skip that part yes? Good i am ever so glad you agree. Z soon realised that he had been run over by a tractor soon after he started his epic quest for tea….Phwar….Hmm but this makes about as much sense as Anne Robinsons face he though looking around the WHSmith. He gathered himself up from the linoololum, linumlium, linol…buggeration…he gathered himself up from the floor and brushed himself down. Thoroughly confused by his surroundings he made his way out of the store to find himself in a clean train station, that in itself was odd no chewing gum on the floors or seats, no homeless ppl sleeping on benches and urinating publicly. Odd, very odd thought Z as he cautiously shuffled over to the big board with all the arrivals and departures. If he hadnt already been savaged by a tractor he would of died of shock, the board read:

ARRIVALS: EARTH:CONSTANT

DEPARTURES: SOUL WAITING ROOM: CONSTANT

Soul waiting room? though Z with a sigh, Bugger, i’m more of a Rock ‘n’ Roll kinda guy… Do you see what i did there? Soul, rock ‘n’ roll? Ahh forget it im wasted on you people… Erm yes, so anyway, Z made his way down to stance 69, because that number had always been “good” to him. Once there he boarded the train and took a seat in an empty carrige. Hmm this is nice, he thought, and settled down for a nap.

And was quickly woken by shouts of: “TICKETS,TICKETS” By a “Portly” gentleman cough fat cough

“Good day Sir, I’m Margo the conducter, you name is? ” asked the plump fellow,

“Zacheriah O’Brian” Said Z yawning soon after

“I’m sorry sir but this is the first class carrige im going to have to ask you to move” said the blimp with a smug smile

“Bugger…Theres not even anyone here must i really move?”

“I’m afraid sir, the manner of your death didnt quite merit a first class seat”

“Wanker” coughed Z

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Screamed Margo

“Nothing, sorry, i have the cold”

After that Z made his way down the train, on and on and on…and on…and on and on….....and on. soon he came to another carrige befiting of a man who died in a tractor related incident. With no scenery to admire Z decided to catch some Zs. The Train soon came to a grinding halt. They where here…where ever the cats nuts here was.

Chapter 3

“Last Stop: Waiting room 101” anounced Margo the blimp as he sailed past not olny that but the fellow also casually passed wind in Z’s face as if they were on a Virgin train. Z fairly disgusted by the sent of Airwicks new rotting faeces and diamond plug in airfreshner… i’d like to take a few lines to point out that lenor the fabric softner chaps are diddies, diamonds, rubs and other precious stones dont smell of anything…but oh well, once off the train Z found himself in plain white room which streched way off into the distance as far as his short sighted eyes could see, which it must be said wasnt all that far. A short walk away at far wall stood an Ikea dest and verious other Ikea products along with a rather plain looking woman.

“Ehhm, could you tell me where i am please?” asked Z
“Your in Limbo m’darlin’ if you just wanna pop yourself down on an Ikea chair there” said the woman
“Yes, i did mean to ask…whats with all the Ikea?”
“This is Limbo my love not good not bad just pretty plain to be perfectly honest, just like Ikea init”
“Jolly Good…eh…so What now then do you fancy…i mean err…whens your lunch break…”
“You what love? Are you chatting me up? Am just a Windows Vista program cream cake a cant be doing with no tools in me USB port right now”
“Bloody Bill Gates…So what have i to do?”
“Well if you just scurry down to the far wall theres two doors you’ll know what to do love”
“Erm thanks?”

So After being spectactularly shot down by a windows Vista virtual woman Z made his way down to the end of the room, which i might add took some time, then again being that time is a human concept to measure moment to moment one would suppose that when one dies there are no longer individual mo…Sorry back on task…So there he goes down to the end of the room, where just as the Vista wife said there were two doors. One red, one white. Z liking the vibrance in the plain room gave the handle of the red door a good hard twist, opened and walked on in…

Chapter 4

Z, now through the red door, found himself in front of another door much smaller than the last one so he had to stoop down a bit to open it. The funny thing was there was no knob on this door just a penis shaped door bell. Against his better judgement and homophobic ways Z gave the penis bell a tug and found his ears blasted by that all time BC/AD Hit "Doorbell to hell". So after a good old head banging session the little door swung open and Z was confronted by the smell of several old people on a broken down First bus on a hot day that, and sour milk. He could practically smell the lumps. But being the trooper that he was he took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold and into Hell. Well, he thought , this is nice, central heating 24/7. Hmm, good but slightly parodied music, he thought with approval as he picked up "Hell-Land Anthems 2KEternity" - Bat Into Hell (SteakBread), Doorbell To Hell (BC/AD), Hot Buns To Hell (Blue Oyster Curry) Hell Is Living With You (Alice Cooker) And as a special bonus for all eternity a full length, uncensored showing of Electric Six's "Gay Bar" music video. For some reason the word "bugger" came to mind again. Eternity with Electric Six, Dear God, and just as he thought that last word a large man in a red pinny with horns on his head appeared in a smoker's cloud and bitch slapped O'Brian.

“There be no Gawd ere mate” said West Country Lucifer, the prince of darkness, the destroyer of worlds, the baker of delectable little cakes, you know the ones, with the little smarties on top…

“So are you the Devil then?” Asked Z,

“Ayep i go by many names, Lucifer, the prince of darkness, the destroyer of worlds, the baker of delectable little cakes, you know the on… You get the idea.”

“Right so I’m a damned soul then am i?”

“That’s why your here boy.”

“Buggeration, Mr Darcy.”

“maybe later.”

After those terrifying last words Z was escorted by some demons in erotic lingerie to his chamber. I wonder if all the damned souls in this damned place get this kind of treatment wondered Z. So once he was left alone Z made his way over to the large somewhat bridal bed and inserted a but plug…For safety’s sake of course…And fell soundly asleep. Only to be awoken by the soft aroma of delectable little cakes on the soft breeze that caressed his face…

Chapter 5
The sweet aroma of gentle little cakes clung to his skin the way that a passionate lover would cling to their sweet heart, gently caressing their skin wit…Cold Shower anyone?... Anyway the scent of those tasty little cakes dragged Z from his nap and he found himself face to face with the Devil, the prince of darkness, the destroyer of worlds, the baker of delectable little cakes, you know the ones, with the little smarties on top…

“Can i help you?” Z asked indignantly.

“Fancy a game of poker me old china?” Said the Grinning Devil in the pink pinafore,

“High steaks is it?”

“Yeh we got rib eye, sirloin, rump…Geddit? Just a little Devil joke for you.”

“Let me check my schedule…Hmm Eternal damnation, eternal damnation, nope looks like your in luck, if I’m free till the end of time.”

“Here put this on.” Said the Devil throwing a belt and a handkerchief at Z,

So Z whipped off his clothes and tied the handkerchief round his naughty man bits and the belt round the nips…Picture it…So anyhow, scantly clad Z was led by the prince of darkness, the destroyer of worlds, the baker of delectable little cakes to a smokey room with a green felt table in the centre and from the ceiling, a low hanging green tinted light. Round the table sat Death, in his casual cloak and scythe, Lucifer, Mahatma Gandhi in his tartan dungarees, God and Hitler. Z took his place at the table and settled down, a plan formulating in his mind…

The cards were dealt…(Okay, I’ll have to ask for some imagination here. If you can try to hum the Kill Bill theme tune, or even better play it in the back ground while you read this)...Hand after hand was dealt each, one struck Z a hefty financial blow, (Good thing it wasn’t his own money) Soon he was out of playing money and had nothing left to bet. Or did he.

“Das Häagen-Dazs Mr. O’Brian.” Said Hitler, “Ja, you are outen.”

“I think not Herr Hitler” Said Z,

“And how, sir, is that?” Asked Gandhi,

“I bet my eternally damned soul, do you accept?”

“Zacheriah are you sure? Your not exactly good at poker me old china.” Said Lucifer, the prince of darkness, the destroyer of worlds, the baker of delectable little cakes, you know the ones, with the little smarties on top…

“Yes. I’m positive.”

“Deal.”

On the table the “flop” yielded a pair of threes, Hearts and Spades and an Ace of Hearts. Z held an Ace of Clubs and a nine of Spades. Dear God let me see another three, prayed Z, the “Fourth Street” card was laid down. A King of Hearts. Hitler Folded. By this point Z was visibly shaking, if he lost this hand he would no longer be given the luxury of being the devils pet. Instead he would be the demons’ bitch… The last card, the “River” card was placed down. Z, unable to control himself excreted a little urine, lucky he was only wearing a handkerchief. The last card was a three of Clubs.

“Pair of Aces.” Said Lucifer,

“Nothing.” Said Gandhi,

“Heart flush.” Said Death triumphantly, reaching for the pot and Z

“Hold, Hold i say!” Shouted Z, “Full house; Aces full of threes.”

“No!” Yelled Lucifer,

But it was too late Z was already being pulled back to Limbo nothing could stop him not even Lucifer. He was going for door number two and what ever pleasures lay within…

Chapter 6
With a cataclysmic pop Z was brought reeling back into Limbo and not a moment too soon it would appear. The devils finger, now stuck to Z’s shirt had been brought back with him. With a shudder Z threw the damned thing back through the red door and stood back to consider the other door. For the love of Angela Lansbury, thought Z, do i have to? With a resigned sigh Z pushed open the other door and was blinded by a blinding light. He stepped through the doorway and felt…Tingly and light. Z stepped into the unknown and began to gently float upwards into the celestial heights. Z touched down on a nice fluffy cloud…Then he stepped down off the cloud and onto a road leading up to a pair of colossal pearly gates. Z, feeling a sense of well being made his way up to the gates whistling Harry Belafonte’s Jump In Line.

“Jump in the line rock your body in time. Okay, i believe you.” sang Z,

As he neared the fabled gates Saint Peter spotted him and walked up to greet him.

“Salvete!” Said Peter in Fluent Latin,

“Hello?” Replied Z,

“Zazheriah?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, I’m going to have to ask you to go down this side road please.”

“Why?”

“I’m afraid the pearly gates are for more…Esteemed souls”

“Buggeration Mr. Darcy!”

“What was that?”

“Nothing”

And off swanned Pete back to his desk by the Pearly Gates. The nerve, thought Z. However he did as he was told and followed a narrow winding side street and came to a halt outside a rusty iron gate. He pushed the gate open and stepped inside…
Chapter 7
A small but powerfully loud alarm clock on the dresser table began to scream with the rage of a thousand klaxons. “Jesus!” yelled Z, as he rolled out out of bed to stop the clock. A bearded man burst through the door…

“Yes?” Asked the man,

“What?”

“You called for me…”

“I’m pretty sure i didn’t sorry.”

“No you did you shouted Jesus. So here i am” Said Jesus,

“Oh! Erm, yeah sorry about taking your name in vain and that. Its a good thing that’s not a commandment eh?” Joked Z,

“Look we don’t have time. Get to church ASAP!” And with that Jesus swept out of the room.

What? Thought Z, for the benefit of out eternal souls we have to go to church every Sunday, then when we die when have to go to church every day for all eternity?! That’s a bit of a kick in the old Doberman’s danglers if you ask me. Bloody small print. With that Z trudged out of his room and down the golden corridor to the entrance of the Brobdingnagian basilica. When he was seated in one of the pews Z realised that the church seemed to be boundless and stretched as far as the eye could see. The joyous sermon droned on and on till some colossal bell, way up high in the cupola, rang sounding the end of the mass. This resounding bell woke Z from his sleep to find a glowing figure dressed in white standing before him a look of bemusement on his face.

“You are not yet ready to be burdened with death are you my son?” God stated more than asked,

“Well Lord, to be most honest through all the horrors and beauty i have seen since my death i would say that i am not yet ready for this after life.” Said Z,

“Have you learned anything in your time?”

“I have learned i must lead a good life to avoid “That Place.”” Said Z with a shudder,

“Well, I, in my infinite wisdom, will grant you one more chance to live a goodly life if you so choose?”

“Yes please Lord, please!” Begged Z

“Then it is done. Go forth and baptise in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the holy spirit.” God blessed Z and the touched his forehead.

Chapter 8

Zacheriah O’Brian Awoke with a start in his favorite arm chair Channel 69 spouting its usually late night, delectable goodies.

“Jesus! I’m alive!” Yelled Z, “And my cold is gone! Ya Dancer!”

And so he was, alive and well. Must have been a dream, he thought. But that night as he drifted off to sleep in his bed happy to be alive, the soft aroma of delectable little cakes floated across to caress his face…



A Fatherless Daughter 20 months ago

A Fatherless Daughter

“A short tale of a daughter robbed
of her father, her rock.”

Chapter One – The Odd Awakening
stayed the night at my best friend Katie’s house. It was about eleven o’clock in the morning so it wasn’t like she had awoke me
abruptly.
I thought to myself, “well, I guess I had better get my shit together”. Then, I recalled my previous night of hanging out with
a bunch of my girlfriends and guy friends. We had gone swimming and sat in the hot tub.. it was nice. My mom pulled into
the driveway and I started walking out to the car. I thought it was fairly odd that she had picked me up and not put our dog, Maxie, in the backseat. Our dog loves to go “bye-bye”. We were driving down Katie’s street and then suddenly my mom pulled into a skating arena parking lot. I had no idea what was going on, or what I was in for. My mother looked me in the eye simultaneously reaching for my hand. That’s when she said, “your dad passed away this morning or last night”. At first, I thought you’re joking. You must be joking. I cried and hugged my mom for a few moments and then we began our journey back to my house, where lots of greiving people were waiting. The whole drive home I was choking back my tears. I couldn’t believe it. The man who I love, loved so much.. was dead? IMPOSSIBLE! THIS CAN’T BE REAL! I had always thought of my home as a battlefield. As if it were my mom and my brother, Dustin vs. my dad and me. We reached our destination in about fifteen minutes. My mom’s mom, my dad’s brother, my dad’s sister and her husband were all there. My brother had just gotten back from Cedar Point for the first time with his girlfriend, and both of them were there in the basement. The only one at my house when my Dad died was my mom. I couldn’t even fathom how she had felt when she woke up knowing her husband, whom she had been with for 17 years, was next to her and wasn’t alive. I mean, she would have called an ambulance then calling a coroner to come to the scene and pronounce him dead. Then get the body out of the house. Wow, I can’t believe I’m refering to my father as a body.

September 5, 2005, I awoke at a voice shouting my name. "Ashley!, Your mother's on her way!". I had forgotten that I had

Chapter Two – The Belief & Godsends

I have a certain belief that I'd like to share with you about death. I believe that since my father and I said we loved eachother before I had left, and my brother had done the same before he left with his girlfriend for Cedar Point, that he had made peace. It was as if he knew he was going to die and he just wanted to hear and say the things that mattered most to him. Knowing that he had the love of both his daughter and son, then to sleep in the bed with the woman you love and had known for over twenty years was enough. It was enough for him to let go and say, I'm ready. I'm not going to sound like an expert when I say this, but I've had lots of experience with the death of family members. My grandfathers passed away in the same year, I never knew my great grandparents, my aunt diana, uncle gerry, aunt paula, uncle stuart, great uncle dick, uncle brownie (that's what we called him) and my father have all passed away. My aunt Yvonne and Uncle Brownie were godsends for helping my mother out so much with the funeral arrangements. My aunt Paula's husband Dave was a godsend also; for giving us a gravesite next to his late wife. That was my dad's request, that he be buried next to his sister Paula. My mom picked out a funeral service location and decided to go with Life Story Funeral Homes. My mom started asking my brother and I, if we knew any songs that my Dad might want played at the funeral and the visitations. The sad part was that I had no idea what music my dad listened to. My dad and I only watched one movie together that I could recall, Sling Blade. My dad did the best impression of Billy Bob Thorton in that movie. We also would go to Kalamazoo Speedway Race Track, Sweetwater's Doughnut Mill and just Speedway gas station for something sweet. My dad and I, we always were getting up in the middle of the night to get doughnuts, or chocolate from the gas station. This one time it was so nice because it was just my dad and I at the race track. He snuck me into the pits (you have to be eighteen to go in there) and he introduced me to one of the drivers. I actually got to climb into the guy's car! My dad was totally into NASCAR. As I'm typing this on my computer at 1:30 a.m. I can look around my basement at the numerous pictures of Dale Earnhardt and Dale Earnhardt Jr.

Chapter Three – The Funeral

I've always hated people feeling sorry for me. The more they said sorry; the angrier I became. I just wanted to forget about the whole situation and just move on. After watching hundreds of movies though, I knew it would never be that simple. By the way, I'm not one of those nerdy kids who just watch movies all the time. I can relate to most of them hence the fact that I'm talking about them right now. You have to grieve before you can move on, accept the fact that your loved one is gone and then move forward from there. At this point I still couldn't believe it. I was unable to grasp the concept of being fatherless. For thirteen years I had been extremely close with my father and then for him to suddenly be gone. It was beyond my control and I think that is what bothered me secondly about the situation. I missed my father so passionately and I had no control at all. My grandma, mom, brother and I all went to go see my dad in his casket with his suit on first. They call this the immediate family visitation so we can be prepared for the funeral. I touched my fathers lapels on his suit and I realized that it sounded like plastic underneath. Horrified, I realized It was because he had been cut open. When they took his body to the morgue the mortician performed an autopsy on his body. I remember feeling bad because while I was crying and hugging my mom, I got makeup on her cream sweater. Finally the funeral began and people were arriving left and right. There were so many people that I knew, yet so many that I didn't. Our UPS guy, Paul, even showed up to pay his respects. Old family friends that I hadn't seen since I was probably nine were showing up and It was unbelievable how large our family was, and how many people knew my father. It's amazing how one doesn't realize how well known a person is until there gone. It's also sad that one doesn't see half of their relatives until a tragedy which in my case always is a funeral. There were cushioned chairs and furniture at the front near the casket reserved for us. My dad's longtime friend Phil gave a Eulogy. I never cried so hard at someone's speech in my life. There was then a video walkthrough that everyone watched. My friends said they could hear me crying all the way in the back of the room, even with the video playing. Everyone was walking around paying their respects and hugging me. Saying a friendly hello here and there. I wasn't actually there though. I mean physically I was there, but mentally I was gone. I wasn't ready to deal with all of this so my mind decided to take a little bit of a detour to a happier time. After my mind's tangeant was overwith, I visited with my two cousins I hadn't seen in five years. I didn't even recognize one of my cousins. I remember them both telling me how much I had grown and how beautiful I had become. This was something I didn't take lightly because it was the best part of that day.

Chapter Four – The Visitations

The following two days were the visitations. I stayed around for those but I was isolating myself from the main room where my father's casket was. I stayed in a back room were my Uncle Brownie and I talked over some coffee. I remember having atleast four cups of that coffee because it had the best creamer to put in it. My Uncle Decil then came in and told me how strong and brave I was. Not to mention how much my dad and I looked alike. I've always loved it when people told me that. My friends Katie, Shelly, Carissa, Shelby, Ashley, Brianna, Vanessa and Rachel all showed up to pay their respects. I thought about how lucky I was to have such close friends as the ones who had come to visit me on such a wretched day. We talked about how they had even been informed of my dad's death. The night that I stayed at Katie's house, when we went to hang out with our guy friends. I accidentally left our bathing suits at our friend's house. Katie then called the morning I left her house asking where I had placed them. Naturally the shaking in my voice let her know that something was wrong with me. After telling her she came over right away with our friends to visit me at my house. I remember because her mom, after losing her eldest son, hugged me immediately. After they had left, I called my friend Shelly at her house. No one answered which led me to call her sister's cell phone. Her sister answered and asked me what was the matter. I told her and she drove home to tell her sister of the news. They came over and visited me also. I was so releived that I had friends to lean on and talk to about the tragedy I'd endured.

Chapter Five – The Results

After a couple months of waiting, we received the results of my dad's autopsy. The mortician or whomever performed the autopsy concluded that "Kenneth Michael Fuhrman had died of an abrupt heart attack". The heart attacked was brought on by my dad's poor habits. My dad was overweight and he had been smoking cigarettes for years (merit menthol 100s). The thing that makes me sick is the fact that he wasn't always overweight. He was overweight because of a previous incident that happened two years prior to my dad's death.

Chapter Six – The Anesthesiologist

An anesthesologist named Dr. Shareghi of Coldwater, MI performed a procedure on my father in,roughly, 2003. The procedure led to my father having a massive stroke nearly causing his death on the operating table. Dr. Shareghi hit one of my dad's main arteries to his brain, thus causing the stroke. I was there in the hospital when it happened alongside my aunt Janice. I had to witness my dad "flopping on the table like a fish out of water" as Dr. Shareghi went on about how he'd cover the expenses and that we shouldn't worry. DON'T WORRY?! WAS HE KIDDING? How are we not supposed to worry about a situation as tender as the one that he had placed my family in? It didn't make any sense to me at all. My aunt and I drove home to report the news to my family. We drove up the next morning to visit my dad. I had never seen him cry until that day. I remember him reaching his hands out to my mom and I, telling us not to cry but I couldn't help myself. He was so upset because he had almost died, and was now so dependent on us. I could see it in his eyes that he was heartbroken leaving his eleven year old daughter and fifteen year old son to take care of their father. We spent Thanksgiving that year in the hospital with my Dad. I guess it wasn't so bad considering we atleast got to be together. My dad was eventually released after a little over a month. We took him home and had to rearrange our home for my dad. He was in a wheelchair and had no motor functions in the right side of his body. He was also having vertigo and other vision troubles alongside his numbness. We put a seat in the shower for my dad, bought him a device that allowed him to clamp onto objects and put his shoes on. We had a whole counter full of prescription drugs and painkillers for my dad. I remember getting oxycontin and other drugs for my dad when he needed them. It was heartwrenching for us to have to watch our once self- sufficient father, the most independent person we knew rely so much upon us.

Chapter Seven – Looking Back

It's 12:31 p.m. and it's now April 1st, 2008. I had almost forgotten about my mini story that I had been writing. I recall a few things that I had forgotten to mention previously. There was a case matter concering my dad's stroke and life lasting impairment. My dad got an attorney and was sueing in hopes of a settlement to help pay for all of the medical bills that we got stuck with due to this doctor's screw up. I remember dad saying that I should write a statement saying what I witnessed at the hospital that day, and perhaps would have to testify if it came to it. My parents were telling me that these things take time, and that it'll be a couple years. Well, a couple years came and went and so did my dad. Eventually his body had given out, and he died in his sleep. I couldn't have wished for him to go any other way, I'm just angry, sad and frustrated that he had to go so young. No one should die at the age of fifty three, no one. It's been the hardest two years of my life. All I keep thinking about is how I used to dream about what would happen if my dad died that day after the stroke. How I would be left alone with a mother I felt I barely knew, and a brother who didn't get along with me. I kept having that reoccuring dream for the longest time, until it came true. Now I have a different reoccuring dream, that my mom and brother will die in a horrific car accident. My life has been changed to the point of which I have wanted nothing but to die and see my father. Currently I'm in a psychology class and we've been discussing dreams. Unfortunately, the discussions have caused emotions about my father to arise. Somedays I feel so powerless considering all of the things in the future I already know I'm going to miss out on, not to mention the event I've already missed out on. At the end of the eighth grade, we had a "graduation dance". I was so excited because I hadn't been all "dolled up" since my cousin's wedding when I was a flower girl. My dad never got the chance to see his daughter dressed up. He'll never see me go to prom, graduate,get my first job and get married. I'll never get to have my dad walk me down the aisle to give me away, nor enjoy my father-daughter dance. Sometimes I find myself daydreaming with a head full of unanswered questions. Who is going to die next in my family? When will I be able to move on?


ASTORYFOR PUBLICATION. 2 years ago

And i had a great business day.And all that i did pursuied all very well.I didn’t make a mistake all day long.And all that i did hath prospered.And i feel that this part of writing should be published.The books and movie are doing very fine.lothar patten.



Somnium 2 years ago

This short story was written by my son Alex, who is currently serving with the U.S. Army in Baqubah, Iraq. It’s title is “Somnium.”

A sudden jolt awakens me from a loose sleep. I open my eyes and feel every bump on the turbulent ride. How long have I been out? It felt like hours, but I look at my watch. 5:30 in the morning. Shit. I look around to see who else is awake but don’t find any returned glances. Only our knees are touching, but I can feel the heat from the dude sitting to my left, his head cocked onto his right shoulder. Bill’s hands rest neatly on his lap over a tattered copy of National Geographic from 2004. The Sphinx peeks curiously from underneath his fingers. A trucker in his days before the Army, Bill’s face shows the strain and anguish of two tours in Iraq, his skin eroded by the sun and sand. His son was born in October of last year, three months into the deployment. He spent his two weeks on leave catching up before returning to Mosul. I reach into my cargo pocket and feel around for my mp3 player. I find it buried underneath torn black gloves that hold the putrid smell of a year’s worth of sweat and dust. Before putting on my headphones I settle back into my seat, getting low and comfortable. I hit shuffle and the first song that comes up is “Time” by Pink Floyd. Fitting. I look to my left, expecting to see mud huts dotted along roadside palm groves. Quickly I realize where I am. The fuselage rumbles as we cut through a thick cloud. Streams of gray and white flow over the wing that commands my view in the tiny Plexiglas window. The fasten seatbelt sign dings and flashes courteously, and a message from the pilot sounds just as pleasant. “Gentlemen, in about fifteen minutes we’ll be approaching Bangor International Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts while we make our descent.” Three hundred and forty five days after leaving the states, we’re about to touch down in Maine.

Those of us awake let out a cheer that rouses everyone else to their senses. The sun is barely visible as we make our way to the ground. The lights on the wing blink with an impartial red and white rhythm. As the plane taxis down the runway, the sound of unbuckling seatbelts can be heard throughout. With a spontaneous burst of energy, the officers and senior enlisted men at the front of the plane shuffle toward the door. In the middle, not a man can hide their excitement. One more stretch and we’re home free. For some of us, this was our one and only deployment. Others finished their second, and a third is in their future. But for now, everyone that made it out alive has a year to spend at home before returning to Iraq. Walking down the tunnel that connects the terminal, I spot a crowd on the other side of the clear glass door, decked out in red, white and blue. I see their mouths moving but the only sound I hear is of dirty boots grinding on the clean green and blue checkered carpet. Banners and signs display messages like “Welcome Home” and “Land of The Free.” Both kids and adults wave tiny American flags. Veterans of past wars wear hats proudly displaying their branch of service, with CIB pins and unit insignia stuck in their bills. The crowd takes up most of the terminal, but a line is cut to the waiting area. After an exhausting amount of handshaking, I take a seat in a hard plastic chair.

“I just have to say, I’m so proud of what y’all have done,” says the woman already sitting down. “I know it was a hard year.”

Above her head a television on CNN plays without sound. The banner above the news ticker reads “Violence in Baghdad Escalates.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it” I say to her.

“My son is in the Navy. Do you know him?”

A Bradley with half its hull missing lay on its side, flames escaping the hole where the driver used to sit.

“Excuse me?”

“I asked if you know my son?” she repeated with a smile.

A squad bearing the 82nd Airborne patch crosses a broad, trash filled street. I see the urgency in their steps and movements. One man covers the intersection with his rifle as the others sprint past him. They must have been in a firefight.

“Oh, I don’t know. I might. What’s his name?”

“Daniel. I think he waves those light sticks at the pilots or something.”

An Iraqi man pleads with tears in his eyes, covered in cuts and blood. A woman with a shrouded face behind him looks up and shakes her hands toward the sky.

“Ah, I can’t say that I know him.”

“I didn’t think so!” she says, with a laugh. “I better find my other son. He’s not quite old enough to join you! Thanks again for your service.”

Before I can return her kind words, the woman walks toward the book shop. I raise my hand to my forehead to part my hair. My palm comes back damp with sweat. I wipe it away on my uniform, down the right sleeve to my wrist. An hour, it was supposed to be. The plane would be done refueling and ready to load back up in about 45 minutes.

“Who the fuck was that?” asks a familiar voice. I take my eyes off the TV and see Josh walking toward me with an unopened pack of Marlboro Lights in his hand.

“I don’t know, some lady who spends her free time at airports. She asked me if I knew her son in the Navy.”

“Dumbass.”

“Yeah.”

Josh has been my roommate for nearly the entire time I’ve known him. At Ft. Lewis we split a corner room in the barracks, and in Mosul we shared a connex with another guy. At 5’6’’, Josh is stronger than most in the platoon. Most of his free time during the deployment was spent lifting weights at the gym on base. In Mosul and Baghdad he lifted six days in a week. The move to Baqubah uprooted everyone’s routine, especially his. During our three month tenure there, he was lucky to fit in three nights at the gym in seven days. Even on a rare day off we got tasked with escorting commanders to other bases, or standing by in case another unit needed our help in the city. Josh seemed to sweat the muscle right off his body in the 110 degree heat. He put back on a surprising amount of meat during our three week stay in Kuwait coming back. Sitting in the chair beside me, he looks like himself a year ago, more so than the thinner, exhausted frame of two months prior.

“So, you excited about seeing Laur-en?” asks Josh, with his patented strain on the –en.

“I’m excited to see roads that don’t have massive bombs underneath them, but in particular, yes. I am excited to see her.”

Lauren is waiting for me in Washington. This morning will be the first time I’ve ever laid eyes on her. A few months before we deployed, I started talking to her online. We quickly found we had a lot in common. I had about sixty days to meet her in person, but I didn’t. I knew that someone who goes to war comes back a different person. I didn’t want her to look into my eyes and see a changed man, or see me flinch nervously after a sudden noise catches me off guard. I was certain before we left that she was special. In the beginning months of our deployment, I had little opportunity to talk to her. She was at school, I was in northern Iraq. When I received a package from her one day, I had an epiphany. Outside of my family, she was the first person to send me anything. Friends I’ve had for years seemed to forget to send even emails. Before her, I have never known such care. When we got word of going down to Baghdad in November, I was worried it would put a heavier strain on our relationship. Quickly I realized that wasn’t the case.

In our platoon bay we could get our own internet line for sixty dollars a month. It was a high price considering the service, but well worth it. I bought a cell phone that took prepaid cards, so after we burned through eighty minutes on the phone, we’d talk online until someone was forced to leave. Seven hours was the longest we ever talked consecutively. We had a fourteen hour clearing mission the next day, but I wasn’t fazed by an hour of sleep when she was on my mind. I might have been delirious at the end of it, but I’m a daydreamer anyway. So is she. I give her credit for making this year the easiest possible on me. No matter how frustrated or hopeless it got (which was frequent), the thought of us together gave me something to look forward to. We pledged to wait for each other. Of course it was easier on her than me, but it was the principle of the matter. In a few hours, a year’s worth of waiting, hoping, anticipation, will come together.

The speakers click on: “Attention in the terminal, Flight 815 to McCord Air Force Base will be departing in thirty minutes.”

Immediately a flood of voices beckon everyone back to the gate. My hands feel sore from all the handshakes, but I give a few high fives to the crowd before boarding the plane. Entering the cabin again, I find it colder than before. I glide down the aisle to my seat. What was it again, 33A or 35A? I spot the faded, rolled up copy of National Geographic in the center seat. Yep, 33A.

I sit down, buckle in and wait for everyone to board the plane before I put my headphones back in. I close my eyes. The plane is at half capacity, but I can feel the electricity in the air. On the last leg of our journey, it’s finally becoming real. No more patrols, no more heat, no more thirst, no more pain, no more bullets, bombs or bad guys. Just me, Lauren and the rest of my life when the plane touches the ground. Everyone is seated now. The engines begin with a faint groan that quickly becomes a roar. We’re moving at two hundred miles an hour when the plane takes off.

I drift in and out of sleep, but it seems like just an instant before we see the plains of the Midwest. The cornfields are a vivid green in the mid-June summer. I can barely make out tractors at work in the early morning fog. Creedence’s “Fortunate Son” is playing when my mp3 player finally dies after fifteen faithful hours. I should have bought a magazine when I had a chance. I had already read about the restoration work on The Sphinx, so Bill was no help in my cure for boredom. I stare out the window until the plains turn into the Rocky Mountains. Not too long now. Now without music, I can hear the twenty different conversations throughout the plane. Talks of bars to visit, cars to buy, divorces to begin. Josh is talking again of the Halloween party where everyone is going as a superhero. He’s going as Captain America and I, as Thor. My mind drifts to the possibilities of drunken superheroes playfighting in a bar. A lot of demotions seem to be in our future.

From the Rocky Mountains it seems like an eternity until we see the deep blues of Puget Sound. I’ve flown into Washington five times, but this is the first I’ve come in during a clear day. The sun is now in the middle of the sky and reflecting brilliantly off the water. I count the taps of my left foot until we start descending on McCord. On 937 we feel the hard bump of landing. We’re home.

With how fast the plane emptied, you’d think the back half was on fire. In less than two minutes everyone was off the plane. Coming down the aluminum staircase, we barely make out the crowd standing a safe distance from the runway. In a single file line we make our way to them, but as we recognize faces, the line becomes a mob in a mad dash to loved ones. I search the signs and banners for any mention of my name. On the leftmost corner I spot a multicolored banner with a peace sign on it, saying, “Welcome Home Alex.” I can’t help but smile ear to ear. She’s standing with her younger sister behind the cardboard sign. I told her jokingly beforehand, look for the guy in the Army uniform. My stride picks up as I get closer. She finally spots me. Twenty feet from her, she’s more beautiful than I could ever imagine. The only thing I can see on earth is her deep brown eyes staring back at me. I don’t know who teared up first, but ten feet away my vision becomes hazy. I blink to regain clarity. This is it. The beginning. She takes a breath, and with sorrow in her eyes she says two words that bring my world to an end:

“Wake up.”

My eyes shoot open. Staring back at me is the most clear, uninterrupted view of the stars you’ve ever seen. Somewhere in the distance there’s a muffled explosion. “Wake up and get your shit on, we got a patrol” says Bill, as he puts his boots on. I roll over and check my watch: 3:14 a.m. On the roof of our outpost on the east side of Baqubah, the mosquitoes dance in a cloud over the sandbag bunker next to me. With half-opened eyes I throw on my vest and helmet and walk down the stairs to the gate, lowering my night vision goggles to my eye. “Alright, let’s go” says Matt as he lazily steps outside. I pull the charging handle back to chamber a round. Three more months, I tell myself. Stepping out of the gate, we walk past the charred frame of a car as the frogs croak with indifference throughout the muggy June night.

Somnium: Latin. To daydream.



“Cede and Rebirth” 2 years ago

The phone rang. It was two in the morning. Moria was already shivering and crying in her sleep next to me. I shook her awake as I answered the phone. Her nightmares had started again. I wondered if this was part of her pregnancy or if she’d forgotten to mention it 8 months ago. Forgetting was another curse that came along with her self-proclaimed gift. But I believed her, how couldn’t I? I snuck into the living room, in a trance under by boss’ desperate voice. “I’m sorry for calling so early. It was an emergency. While you were gone the board decided to do a big assignment” I said that’s fine and pushed him to go on. An uneasy tone was in his raspy voice. “I know your wife is almost due, but we need you. You missed an entire week of work. The committee wanted to fire you. I know, we have to devote our whole souls basically, for how much they’ve been paying us.” I implored him “Yeah, so what are you getting to, Vern?” He slowly replied “Well,” he hesitated “ I sort of… volunteered you. Really, it saved you. But there are some drawbacks.” Drawbacks? “Yes, hmm… you’ll be gone for two weeks.” Well isn’t there anyone else who can go? “That’s the thing. Since I offered you, they won’t have anyone else. They are testing you. See? I know you’ll need money once your child is born. I wasn’t even planning on telling you until tomorrow. I really am sorry.” Well, I’m glad you told me tonight. This is my job. I need to do what I can to support my family. When am I leaving? “Sunday afternoon.” What is this assignment anyway?
I ran cold water over a washcloth. Quietly I closed the door behind me and watched her. Her face was concerned and intimate. Her closed eyelids looked like full moons. I wondered what the world looked like through them. I listened to her whispering softly. Begging me not to go. She knew these things in her dreams. She told me our daughter told her these secrets. I startled her when I sat next to her on the bed. I laid the washcloth on her forehead and she opened her eyes to me and smiled. Everything could be dark around her but she could light the room with her smile. I held her hand and tried to explain to her what was going to happen but she stole the breath from my lungs. She always interrupted me. She beseeched me to stay. “Please don’t leave me again.” I told her I had to. I had to sacrifice. She told me she had a bad dream. About a plane caught in a tree. Vines were strangling armrests, growing over windows, winding around the wings, vein like. Baby insects were living inside ribcages. Animals burrowed in overhead storage. Suitcases full of clothes were sporadically thrown around the cabin. I knew what this meant. But I couldn’t let it happen again. She demanded me, and I wanted to stay. But I had to go, for the committee. I had already missed enough work. We only went on vacation a week ago. I couldn’t blame them for this. She told me to quit. It’s just not that easy. I told her we had until Sunday afternoon. She cried and I held her. I told her that it was probably just her hormones kicking in. I’d be back before she knew it. “How long?” Two weeks. She sniffed once more, and sighed. “I’ll miss you.” She fell asleep in my arms. To much commotion wore her out. Her dreams were her home. She knew them and read them like a book.

The next morning she was gone, but my arms still held her shape. I looked around and stretched my arms in the air. I heard her slippers drag in the kitchen and the coffee machine hummed. She glowed in her pale skin and said with a gleaming smile “The doctor called. It’s official,” I looked up and held my breath. “It’s going to be a girl!” She hugged me and gave me a kiss. She never stopped smiling. I told her today was her day. We would do what ever she wanted to do. We shopped for tiny dresses and shiny black Mary-Jane shoes. Our hands swung when we walked, I read her mind like she reads mine and I could tell she was imagining a little girl between us, and I blushed.
We picked out sandals, onesies, sick-on earrings, and tiny socks. She’d anticipated this since our first year together. I remembered lying in my old room daydreaming with her. And now it was finally happening. We drove home in a hurry when she said he felt sick. I laid her down and kissed her neck. We were asleep within minutes.

When I awoke it was already 9:30. I had to be at the airport in two and a half hours. I made her breakfast in bed, took a shower and packed. Time went by so fast at home, and before I knew it I had to buckle my seat belt and prepare for lift off. I closed my eyes and remembered Moria’s face as I went into the cubical hallway, her look of warning. She has been wrong before, and I took the risk for her. She understood.
I was reading pamphlets with mythological characters stirring around the cabin. “In the event of a Crash” I sarcastically read. The man next to me sat up and said something in Spanish. I moved so he could pass me. He came back a few minutes later looking pale and he smelled like vomit. I pointed to his $3000 jacket to tell him he had toothpaste on it. Then I heard a loud explosion and things started to slow down.

(The following is from Moria’s point of view)
I had just gotten home from the airport. My head throbbed. My stomach was cramped and uncomfortable. I started washing the dishes when I looked down to find blood steadily flowing below me. I started feeling faint and called Sarah, my step mom. I waited for her to arrive from east L.A. I tried to clean up but I must have collapsed on the floor. For when I awoke my mom was holding my hand tightly. She was running and colors and lights passed by us. She told me about how my water broke, but something was wrong. She told me I was loosing blood. We arrived in a room with peach walls and sea green curtains. Even these dull colors seemed vibrant to me. I tried to touch my legs but the were numb. All I wanted was him to be there. To be holding my other hand that was clutching my phantom leg. He wouldn’t see out nameless child’s eyes open to the world for the first time. He wouldn’t hear her first cry. Neither of us would.

(Back to the narrator’s point of view)
Someone the screamed fire and I looked around. Smoke poured out of the bathroom. Children cried, women panicked, men asked questions. The captain talked low and I could sense in his voice that he was trying to hide fear. The only two people who were thinking clearly and were showing no emotion were the man next to me, and I. He continued reading Teen People magazine, and smiled. I spotted a knife in his pocket. He grasped it and motioned that he wanted to pass, in a threatening way. I move and saw him head for the captain’s cabin. I looked around for anything I could use as a weapon. Bright red caught my eye. The fire extinguisher was heavy, I could knock him out with it. I followed him once he passed the curtain between first and second class, so that he wouldn’t suspect me. I ran to get the extinguisher and swung open the captain’s door. My heart pumped faster and faster. My chest burned. I strung back my arm and he turned to see me pulling toward him. His arm flung up and tried to block him face. His hands were covered in blood. The instant I struck him with the cold, hard metal against his jaw, I felt the plane spiral down. I felt so light, my stomach fluttered. I imagined cockroaches slivering up my spine. Winding through my ribs. I imagined my child’s crystal blue eyes, Moria’s tears streaming down her soft face. I looked down at the captain, slaughtered. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. I tried to grab the wheel and pushed down as hard as I could. We were already too far down. I pulled as hard as I could. I pulled for Moria. And the wheel ripped off. Screams from second class leaked into my ears. Time was catching up, and moving fast. Colors swarmed around me, and all I wanted was to have her hand in mine, so I wouldn’t be afraid. But I was too late.
I awoke. Moria was in the kitchen again. Her slippers dragged on the floor. The coffee machine hummed. “The doctor called.” This time I didn’t hold my breath. “It’s going to be a girl!” I stood up and held her. I wouldn’t let go until she told me she couldn’t breathe in her fake choking voice. It was just a bad dream. I told her I wouldn’t go. That she was right and I was sorry for not believing her. We shopped all day, and slept like babies again. The next day we lounged around. We ate Top Ramen and watched T.V. The news talked about a plane crashing into some Political Building. We thought of names for our new addition. I told Moria about my dream and we decided to name her Aisling, which mean’s “A vision”.

(Alternate ending)
I awoke. Moria and I were walking along the sand. This was where we met. Shells crushed beneath us., but we couldn’t feel them. The waves crashed into our legs like the legs of a great pier. Everything was bright. I floated along and nothing was wrong. We waited there for years so that one day out little girl would come to live with us once again.

by mckenzie baldock



The Monarch 2 years ago

The Monarch Hotel

7:18am

The weight of Hanna’s eyelids was slowly giving way to the sunlight from the slightly open curtains. Her legs were frozen from being in an awkward position on the floor. On the side of her lip, saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth. The taste left from the wetness was sweet but not familiar. She rolled onto her back noticing that she was unclothed except for the one black knee high stocking that was around her ankle.

Hanna rubbed her eyes to clear her head. She pushed up from the floor with her elbows, trying to asses her whereabouts. The room came into view after a few minuets. She lay against a wall on a blue carpet floor inside the huge room. One plush green armchair sat in the opposite corner, pointing towards an armoire. The doors to the armoire were open just enough to see the television inside. The king sized beds sheets and blankets were thrown in a ball at the bottom of the bed.

After getting a clearer picture, Hanna assumed that she was in a hotel room. A very nice hotel room with a large sitting area, full bar and fireplace. She reached for her shirt that was draped over the corner of the nightstand closest to her. There was no immediate sign that anyone else was in the room with her. As she stood up, her head roared with moans of an obvious hangover. Slowly, she shuffled her feet towards the window. The heavy curtains were closed except for a sliver of sunlight. With her eyes squinting, she pulled back on side of the curtain. After the initial pain of the sunlight cleared, Hanna stared at the ocean many floors below her. Looking down, she could see the boardwalk spanning miles in either direction.

She wondered what time it could be but more importantly, where she was. Turning back to look in the room, she could not see any clock on the nightstand. She followed the electrical cord from the wall, until she found the black alarm clock stuffed under the mattress of the bed. As she pulled on the cord, the alarm was sounding a hideous buzzer. Hanna closed her eyes with the pain from the noise and pushed on all of the buttons until the alarm stopped. She placed the clock back on the nightstand, noticing her purse.

Hanna grabbed for the purse searching for her wallet inside. All of her canceled credit cards, overdrawn checkbook and identification were inside. In the bill area was the one thing that was out of place. She pulled out a think stack of one hundred dollar bills. With her eyes opening large enough to feel as if they would explode, Hanna counted one bill after another. Forty two bills caused her legs to sway with shock.

A knock at the door startled her, saving her from tumbling onto the floor. “Room Service.” The muffled voice outside the door was that if a young male.

Hanna quickly searched for her pants or a towel to cover her half naked body. She hesitantly called back, “Yes… one moment please.” Walking over the ball of linens, she made her way into the bathroom. The white hotel towels were missing from the shelf but a cotton robe was hanging over the shower bar. As she pulled on the robe, the curtain rod came crashing to the bathroom floor. The sudden noise caused her to let out a yelp of surprise.

“Mam? Is everything OK?” The male sounded concerned, not having any way to know if his guest was safe.

She quickly responded back, “Yes, yes. I am fine. I will be right there.” The robe was caught under the curtain rod. Hanna kneeled down to undo the robe when she noticed the hotel towels in the large whirlpool bathtub. Her eyebrow lifted with curiosity. Reaching into the tub, she pulled back the towels to reveal a shocking discovery. Lining the inside of the tub, money was scattered in a pile of bills. At first glance she saw bills of every denomination. There were thousands of bills with no way to determine how many or at what worth. Her mind raced with confusion and fear. Hanna had no recollection of where this money came from but the fact that it was hidden in the bathtub was frightening.

Quickly she threw the towels back over the money, remembering the male still waiting at the door. She put on the robe and walked out of the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her. The room door was locked with both deadbolts that she turned to open only enough to peek out. She left the gold chain still hanging from its fastener. “I am sorry that took me a bit.”

The male was dressed in a hotel bus boy uniform and pushing linen covered cart. On the cart were covered dishes, a pot of coffee, one single long stemmed red rose and various utensils. “That’s no problem Ms. Granger. May I bring your breakfast in for you?” The male was smiling but looking at the chain that kept him from bringing in the cart.

“Um…” Hanna looked back at the bathroom door, unsure of weather to let a stranger into the room. “Actually, would you mind leaving it there? I will get it myself after you go. I am not looking by best and the room is amazingly amuck.”

The male was surprised that she was not letting him finish his job but was not going to bother if she didn’t need his help. He took out a brown bill fold with the check inside and handed it to Hanna. “As you wish Mam. I will just need your signature for you complimentary breakfast.”

Hanna opened the bill fold seeing that there was not charge for the service. The top of the check finally revealed where she was. ‘The Monarch Hotel’, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. She let out a slight sigh of relive now knowing one piece of the bizarre morning. With the pen inside, she signed her name to the receipt. After she handed the bill fold back to the male, she smiled and apologized. “I am sorry but my wallet seems to be misplaced at the moment.” Hanna read the gold name tag on his shirt. “Please allow me to make it up to you before I leave, Jimmy.”

He nodded his head and smiled back at her. With no more conversation, he turned to leave. Hanna waited until he was down and around the corner of the hallway until she unlocked the chain. As she pulled the cart into the room, she noted her room number on the door. ‘PH1’ Closing the door, she relocked the chain and the other locks, double checking each one to ensure they were secure.

Now she knew what state, city, hotel and that she was in a penthouse suite. Pushing the cart next to the bed, Hanna poured herself a cup of coffee to attempt to lose some of the cobwebs. On the second nightstand there was a half of a pack of Newport cigarettes and a pack of matches. She took a cigarette from the pack and turned over the cover of the matches. The cover was gold with a bold text ‘W’. There was no phone number or address.

After she had some more coffee and ate some breakfast, she would clean herself up. The possibility of a shower was out. She opted to quick bath in the sink before going down to the lobby to ask some questions. There had to be some explanation of how she got here and what the money was doing here with her. Hanna had to go looking for some answers.

8:46am

On the long elevator ride down to the lobby, Hanna looked at herself in the mirrors surrounding her. The shirt she wore was bought at the local Kmart, pulled from the sale rack. There was small circular red stain on her right sleeve. She had no recollection of how it got there but it looked as if she had tried to remove the stain because of the area in covered. Her black dress pants were from an old suite that she used in bankruptcy court years ago. Finally, her shiny black shoes were the only new and expensive part of her outfit. Hanna remembered buying the shoes for full price at a store in the mall just a week ago. They cost $65.00 that was a personal splurge she never succumbed too in the past years. When she handed the cashier the money, she doubted herself for this foolish waste but decided that she deserved them.

The doors to the elevator opened just as Hanna was pushing her long brown hair out of her face. She had put on some makeup from her purse to try to look presentable. The lines under her eyes showed how tired and worn out her body was. She could not remember why she was so sore and exhausted. The last thing that she could recall was driving on the New Jersey Turnpike and seeing the lights from Atlantic City for the first time.

Hanna knew why she had come to Atlantic City. After being laid off from her secretary job at the law firm, the Director of Human Resources gave her a check for the balance of the weeks pay. When she saw the amount of the check, it was hard not to break down with emotion. After working in a dead end job, with crappy pay and no real benefits for the last seven years, all she received was $301.25. No goodbye cake or gift. No severance pay. The firm was bankrupt after loosing a huge personal injury case and the layoffs were quick and painful. Hanna was the first to be cut, followed by another ten people that were the lowest on the corporate totem pole.

The check was all the money that she had left. No savings accounts or IRA’s to fall back on. Her checking account was overdrawn by an unknown amount. (She was afraid to actually look at the numbers). All of her credit cards were either cancelled or already tapped out to their limits. The trailer that she lived in was rented and the landlord was breathing heavily down her back for the past rent money. At the age of 32, the only possessions that Hanna owned were the tattered clothes in her closet, her consignment shop furniture, the stereo that would only play on the highest volume and of course her 1991 Chevy Lumina Van. The van was barley working and given to her as a parting gift from her long time boyfriend who decided he needed his own space. His decision came after being with Hanna for ten years.

She came to Atlantic City to spend every dime of the $301.25 and then some. Her plan was to throw herself at the mercy of fate. Either she would leave with a few extra dollars to start fresh or she would be officially more than penniless. This was not a difficult decision but hard to put into action. All of her life she had always done the ‘right’ thing. Hanna was an honest, hardworking and optimistic person, including all aspects of her life. She had no family left after her mother passed away when Hanna was in her early twenties. The lack of any college limited her to the jobs that she could work. On the job training had given her adequate skills as a secretary. Even with her Hank, her ex-boyfriend, she stayed with him even though he continuously mentally tormented her. Hank had a drinking habit that caused him to have spits of anger and week long absences. Every time he mistreated her, Hanna would forgive him and help him to recover from his disasters.

The hotels lobby was enormous, decorated with the most stunning flower arrangements. Guests scampered around the lobby, followed by their luggage being pulled by bell hops. At the reception desk, there was an opening in front of a tall bald man who was looking down at his computer. With her head facing towards the floor, she meandered over to the waiting representative. Hanna stood quietly in from of him, not wanting to be a bother if he was occupied. When she lowly cleared her throat, the man looked up with a smile. “Yes. May I help you?” His gold name tag read ‘Chester’. “Oh. I am sorry Ms. Granger. I didn’t notice you standing there. Did you sleep well?”

Hanna did not recognize the man but he seemed to know her. “Oh, yes. Thank you Chester.” Hanna decided to go along with him, acting as if she had no quandary. “May I ask you something? What time did I arrive yesterday?”

“Yesterday, Mam? I was not aware that you have left the hotel since you arrived three days ago?” His puzzled look and remark left Hanna even more bewildered. “I do have your messages though. Your reservation with the spa has been confirmed for 9:00am, as you requested. Also, Ms. Lady asked that you meet her in the Waterfall restaurant for lunch at 12:30.”

Hanna tried to follow what Chester was saying but she had no memory of making any appointments or who this person was that she was having lunch with. She took the pack of matches from her inside of her purse. Maybe one piece of the puzzle may have been solved. The ‘W’ on the matches may be deciphered. Hanna showed the matches to Chester. “Are these matches from the Waterfall restaurant?”

Chester took the pack of matches from Hanna and nodded his head. “Yes Mam.”

Hanna thanked him for the information but had one more question for him before she walked away from the desk. “Chester. This may sound like a strange question but how did I pay for the penthouse suite?”

The bald man giggled for a moment, finding the question very peculiar. “I was told that your expenses were to be put on Ms. Lady’s account. That is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes, of course. I was just checking. Thank you Chester.” Hanna walked away from the desk with new questions. A large glass ball hung from the ceiling above her head. Inside the glass was a rotating clock. It was just 9:00am and she supposed that she should go to her spa appointment. Hanna had never been to a spa. She had no idea of what to expect but maybe it would spark her memory. Looking around at the lobby shops, she saw a sign that pointed to the spa.

Walking though the lobby, she felt underdressed compared to the other guests. Somebody might mistake her for a hotel employee. As she walked towards the spa, she noticed a beautiful red dress in the store window. Hanna looked past the dress into the store noticing that everything in the shop looked very expensive. For a moment she sighed with envy of those that could afford the clothes in this shop. Then she remembered all of the money in the bathtub. She smiled when it occurred to her that she may be one of those people, at least until she figured out where the money came from. Nobody would notice a little of the money missing if she bought a new dress or two. Maybe she could make a deal with the owner of the money to pay them back, somehow. Hanna decided that she would take the chance. Why not? She was going to live on the wild side today. After her spa, she would go shopping. With a huge grin, she practically skipped away from the shop window towards her spa.

11:05am

Two hours after she walked into the spa, Hanna emerged floating on air. She had only dreamed of being pampered like she had just been. She was welcomed at the door by her personal attendant, Linda. Linda handed her a glass of champagne and a white cotton robe with slippers. After her twenty minuets steam bath to open her pores (or so her Linda informed her) she was treated to a full massage. After her heavenly massage, Linda took her to get her nails done. She was treated like a queen with people continuously asking her “Is there anything I can get for you Ms. Granger? Are you comfortable Ms. Granger? May I help you Ms. Granger?” Every time that the women called her ‘Ms. Granger’, she asked them to call her Hanna but it was if they were programmed to call her ‘Ms. Granger.’

It was the most exquisite morning that she could possibly have imagined. Hanna had almost forgot that she was still totally unaware why she was here, how she got here or the other dozen questions in her head. As she walked past the shop again, she remembered that she had some shopping to do. The lobbies’ glass clock told her that is was just past 11:00am. Maybe she could bag the money in a pillow case until she figured out what to do and then come shopping.

Walking across the lobby, she watched the diverse guests walking about. The bell boy that had brought her breakfast was just stepping off of the elevator. They smiled at each other as they passed. Stepping into the elevator, she waited for the doors to close as she recalled the morning when he first came to her door with room service. Then she lost her breath when a horrible thought came to her. The maid room service! Hanna forgot to put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door or ask Chester to tell the maid service not to go into the room.

Hanna pounded on the ‘PH’ button furiously. The soft tones of the elevator music did nothing too calm her nerves. What if they already came into the room? What would a maid do if she saw all of that money? Again she tapped the button, watching the floor numbers slowly elevate with the floors. The penthouse was thirty floors from the lobby and she was only half way there. Her mind quickly churned with her options but they were limited at the moment. No logical explanation came to her. A few mischievous ideas emerged like to bribe the maid, act just as shocked as the maid or maybe just cut her loses and run. What was she thinking? This money didn’t belong to her so why was she acting so crazy.

With no real plan, the elevator doors opened on the penthouse level. Hanna leaped from the elevator, turning left towards PH1. Just as she turned the corner, she tumbled over the maid cart. Little shampoos, bed chocolates, towels and other room items scattered on the floor in front of her, causing a loud crash that echoed in the hallway. She looked up to see a maid that was just about to enter her room, running to help her up.

“Oh my. I am so sorry Miss. Are you OK?” The woman was pushing the items out of the way to help Hanna to her feet.

From the other end of the hallway, a second maid was also running to help. “What happened here? Gabriella, I told you not to leave your cart in the middle of the hallway!” The second maid sounded angry, probably a supervisor. Both of them assisted Hanna to her feet, making sure that she was not injured. “Miss, I am so very sorry for this. Please let us help you to your suite. Do you need medical attention?”

Hanna shook her head to gather her thoughts. The maids held her by either arm, escorting her to her suite. She realized that she had just stopped the first maid from entering the suite but she could not let them take her inside. “No, thank you. I am fine. It was my clumsiness. I was not watching where I was going.”

Gabriella shuffled ahead before Hanna could stop her. The door to her suite was already opened as she walked inside. The mess was still inside the room, too Hanna’s relief. “Miss, please have a seat and we will clean this room for your quickly.”

“No!” Her paranoid voice caught the maids off guard. “I mean, no. Don’t worry about this. I will take care of it myself.”

Gabriella was already picking up the ball of sheets and blankets. “Don’t be silly Miss. We will only be a moment. I owe you that for being so careless with my cart.”

Hanna watched intently as Gabriella walked passed the bathroom door and back into the hallway. The supervisor began to pick up miscellaneous trash around the room. Hanna had to think quickly from keeping them away from the closed bathroom. “I think I will take a quick shower while you finish up in here.”

“Miss, would you like me to clean the bathroom before you go inside? I will take only a moment” The supervisor was heading towards the bathroom as Hanna almost tackled her to get to the door before her.

Tumbling past the supervisor, Hanna reached the bathroom door first. “No! Thank you but its just fine. I could use some extra towels if you could just leave them on the bed please.”

“If you insist Mam.” The supervisor looked curious but did as she was asked. She walked past Hanna who was blocking the door with her body. “Gabriella. Bring some extra towels in please. Will there be anything else Mam?”

The gold nametag on the supervisor’s shirt said ‘Helen’. Hanna smiled at her, showing that every thing was just perfect. ‘Nothing out of the ordinary here’. “Thank you very much Helen. I will have to leave good remarks for both you and Gabriella with the manager. You have both been so kind.” Hanna quickly opened the door a crack, to slide through. Inside the bathroom, she glided down the door until she rested on the floor.

With her hand clutching the doorknob, Hanna waited until she heard the maids leave. When they left, she jumped out of the bathroom to double lock the room door again. ‘That was close! This is insane! What the hell am I doing?’ She spoke out load to herself, hoping to hear an answer but the room was quite. Clean but quiet. The clock was back on the night stand. It was already 11:45am. Her lunch appointment was in forty five minuets. There was little time to bag up the money, hide the money, take a shower and get dressed.

She had no time to go back down to the shop and then back up again. Hanna thought of a plan, taking a scene from a movie she once saw. The phone on the bar was perfect for her to use while she made a quick drink to relax. She dialed ‘0’ for the operator as she filled her glass with ice and vodka. When a voice answered she asked, “Yes, I am not sure if this is possible but I am running short on time and could use a favor.” Hanna told the representative on the phone her dress and shoe size. The representative was more than happy to have the red dress in the window and a new pair of shoes sent up to her quickly. She could not believe that worked in real life. Hanna figured that anything was possible if she had enough money to spend.

While she waited for the dress to arrive, Hanna filled two large pillow cases with the money. In one gulp she finished her third glass of vodka. The money didn’t seem real but rather just green paper. She kept asking herself over and over again to remember something! Maybe there was nothing to remember and this was all a wonderful but bizarre dream.

After a quick shower, with the money stuffed in one of the closets, Hanna put back on the cotton robe. A knock at the door came. She looked through the peep hole to see her personal attendant from the spa. “Ms. Granger. I have your dress and shoes. I have also brought some items to help you with your hair if you wish.”

This was another wonderful perk of appearing rich. Linda was in her early twenties with short red hair and deep gray eyes. She was a quirky girl with unbound energy and an eccentric way about her. “Linda, thank you so much for coming so quickly. I would love you to help with my disastrous hair but you have to stop calling me Ms. Granger. It’s Hanna.”

Linda smiled at her as she walked into the room with a small brown bag over her shoulder. “Very well then, Hanna. Let’s get you ready.” Linda walked across the room placing her bag on the couch. She pulled a tall chair from the bar into the middle of the sitting area. “I understand that you are meeting Ms. Lady for lunch today?”

“Yes, I guess I am. Do you know this Lady?” Hanna took her seat in the chair, turning towards the mirrors behind the bar.

Linda laughed at the question as if it were a joke. “Well, we are not best friends but she does sign my paychecks if that’s what you mean.” Linda brushed Hanna’s wet hair to the back of her head. In her hand she foamed up a small amount of jell.

“So she owns this hotel?” In the mirror, Hanna watched Linda’s expression. It was as if she were asking ‘Who is Madonna?’

“I don’t understand your question exactly. We are talking about Lady Escot right? I assumed we were talking about your friend Lady Escot.” Linda was still working on Hanna’s hair, now getting the blow dryer from her bag.

When Linda started the blow dryer, Hanna signaled her to stop for a moment. “Linda, I know this is going to sound crazy, so don’t run for help but I am having a problem remembering things from the past few days. Can you help me fill in some blanks? Maybe it will trigger my memory?”

Linda put the hair dryer down and looked at her watch. “This is very strange but I read about things like this happening to people in ‘The National Inquirer’. Should we have a drink?” Hanna rolled her eyes at the idea that she was being related to such an outlandish magazine but listened just in case it did help. Linda walked around to the back of the bar and poured two glasses of vodka, handing one across to Hanna. “The article mentioned that a highly emotional occurrence sometimes is the cause of short term memory loss. Your mind gets so stimulated by an event that it can’t comprehend the reality. Sometimes it is permanent, like this woman from Illinois who was abducted by aliens from her back yard. She could only remember hanging her laundry on the clothes line, then BAM! She was back in her living room a week later. The only way that she knew that she had been abducted was the little gifts that the aliens left her for helping them.”

Hanna rubbed her eyes getting a headache from the booze or more than likely, from just listening to such an insane story. “OK. But I don’t think I was abducted so let’s discount that scenario.” Linda had walked over to the couch and was curling up with her drink in hand. Hanna knew that time was limited so she finished her hair by pulling it back into a ponytail. “I remember driving into the city and then waking up on the floor this morning.”

“Well, I know that you checked into the hotel three nights ago. Jimmy, your room service attendant, is sort of my boyfriend. When he is not acting like an asshole.” Hanna went over to sit next to Linda on the couch. “He was assigned to you when you checked in. It’s a perk of the penthouse to have specialized attendants. Anyway, I remember him saying that you only had one small bag with you and didn’t look like you had money. But he said he moved you from your other room the same night you got here.”

Hanna was staring out the window, desperately trying to remember something. “Why was I moved to the penthouse? Between you and I Linda, I wasn’t even able to afford my first room.”

Linda jumped with excitement, clapping her hands while smiling widely. “You are kidding right?” Linda stood on the cushions of the couch, eager to tell Hanna the news. “This must be the emotional block! Awesome! And I get to tell you!”

With her hands signaling for Linda to calm down for a moment, Hanna asked “What? Tell me what?”

“OK, OK.” Linda took Hanna by the hands, coming down too her eye level. She took two deep breaths and talked slowly, not to miss anything. “Hanna. You are rich girl! I mean filthily rich. The night that you checked into the hotel, I heard that you put twenty dollars down on number 5 on the roulette table. Everybody is talking about it! After the first win, you let it ride 5 more times! Number 5 hit again and again. The casino manager was going crazy trying to find out what was wrong with the wheel. People were crowding all around you for the next hour. You let it ride every time. They said you were totally expressionless, staring at the number 5. Like you were making the silver ball stop on the number.”

Hanna watched Linda speak but could not believe what she was hearing. She had never played anything but slot machines before. She had not idea of how roulette paid out for winning. “How much did I win?”

“Girl, that I don’t know exactly but they say it was the biggest win on the table since as long as anyone could remember.” Linda paced in front of the couch with excitement for Hanna. “Jimmy said that when he moved you into this room, two armed gaurds, the casino manager and the hotel manager were with you. He even said you were still walking in a daze. He thought you were stoned or something.”

Hanna walked back to the bar, filling her glass with more vodka. After one throat burning gulp, she took another. In the mirror, she saw herself and could not believe that it was her. She looked different somehow. “This cant be real. I mean I have always dreamed of having money or being in some wild adventure but it was only a crazy dream.” Hanna waited for the image in the mirror to disappear but it slowly stared to smile back at her. Behind her Linda was still talking about the woman in Illinois and how this could be a story in The Inquirer. “Linda, wait. OK. I am not sure if I fully believe this but I will accept it for a moment. Tell me why I am having lunch with the owner today? Who is Lady Escot to me?”

Linda stopped suddenly, hoping over the couch and joining Hanna for another drink. She poured a glass for both of them. “Oh my. That is the part I am a little sketchy about. Jimmy did say that Ms. Lady came the next morning to see you because he walked her up here to introduce you both. Now Jimmy may be exaggerating this next part because he is a horney man and loves this kind of stuff. He said that you two did not leave the room until the limo picked you up for dinner at 8:00pm.”

“I am not sure if I understand you. What is the ‘horney’ side of Jimmy have to do with us going to dinner?” Hanna was confused as she waited for the answer.

Linda took a gulp to finish her drink, again looking at her watch to keep track of time. “Yea, well…” Linda looked around the room searching for the words and appearing awkward. “Jimmy says that you two were close. Very close. He said that since the two of you left the room that night, you haven’t been able to keep your hands off of each other.”

“What!?” Hanna’s mouth dropped with shock. She had never been with a woman in her life and had never even considered that lifestyle.

Linda started to pack her things in her bag, leaving Hanna staring blankly at herself in the mirror. “Now, that may just be Jimmy’s wet dream but there is one big piece of evidence that may prove his story. The word around the hotel is that you are the new owner of the Waterfall restaurant. People are saying that Ms. Lady gave it to you last night. She just stood up and introduced you as the new owner. I wasn’t there but Jimmy said that you were very happy. Happy enough to lay a big kiss on Ms. Lady.”

Hanna stood motionless trying to remember. Every piece of her mind told her that none of this could be real but there was a pulling on her heart that stopped her from doubting. She had always been so wretched in life, money and relationships. Her mind told her that she wasn’t a lesbian but when she said the word to herself her heart skipped a beat. The more she struggled to remember, a picture of what Lady Escot looked like began to form in her head. A strange feeling of warmth came over her. It was a deep feeling of passion and happiness.

Linda was ready by the door to leave the room. “Ms. Granger? Hanna? Are you all right?” She waited until Hanna slowly turned to nod in her direction. “I am sorry that we didn’t get to finish your hair but you look very nice with it pulled back. That dress is going to look great on you. It is already 12:20 and you wouldn’t want to be late for your lunch. If you need me for anything else, just call down to the spa or tell Jimmy to find me.” Linda waved and walked out of the door.

Hanna looked at the clock on the night stand to confirm the time. With some questions answered but new ones looming, Hanna had to continue with her day. She quickly pulled the dress from the hanging bag and finished getting ready. On the way out of her suite, she checked on the bags of money. ‘I guess that’s my money. Incredible.’ Hanna closed the closet door and went to the elevators with a smile on her face that hadn’t been there in years.

12:30pm

“Good Afternoon Ms. Granger. It is wonderful to have you dining with us again today.” The man that greeted her at the door was obviously the Madre Dee of ‘HER’ restaurant. He took her hand and raised it to his lips. His lips softly touched the top of her hand in a gesture of respect. Hanna smiled and remembered all of the times she had seen that in the movies. She always wanted to be that lady and now she was.

Hanna nodded back at the man, looking at his name on the gold tag. “Thank you so much, Leonard. I believe I am meeting somebody here for lunch. Could you help me find her please?”

Leonard smiled and nodded back to his new boss. “Of course Ms. Granger. Your table is ready for you, as you requested but Ms. Lady called to say she was running a few minuets behind. She asked me to relay her deepest apologies and give you these.” He reached around the podium to find an arrangement of magnificent white orchids.

“These are gorgeous! Orchids are my favorite flower. How did she know?” Hanna accepted the bouquet from Leonard, smelling their sweet aroma. Leonard escorted her to the ideal table that over looked the beach and ocean. The day outside was picture perfect with the sun shining over the water, highlighting the crisp peeks of the waves approaching the shore line. “What a great view. Thank you Leonard.”

He took the flowers from her as he seated her in the plush, full-backed chair. “I will put these in a vase for you Ms. Granger. Your waiter today will be Pier and he has been instructed to bring you a bottle of our best merlot.” Leonard bowed as he walked away from the table.

Hanna could not stop smiling from the experience of the day. If this was a dream, she hoped that she had many hours more to sleep. This could not be any more flawless. She wished she could call somebody to share this with but there was nobody to call. For a moment she thought to call Hank, just to rub it in his face but didn’t succumb to be at his level of ugliness.

Pier came to the table within minuets. After greeting her, he presented her with the bottle of wine. He took the crystal glass in front of her, pouring a small amount of wine in the glass. When he placed the glass back down on the table, he waited for Hanna. It took her a moment to realize that she was to test the first pour. This was also something that she saw in many movies but there was one problem. She had no idea of what a good wine or a bad wine tasted like. Picking up the glass, she sniffed the wine first, swirled it around the glass and then took a small sip. These were all of the same moves that she could remember from the movies. “That’s wonderful. Thank you Pier.” Pier nodded his head and pored more wine into the glass. She had successfully replayed the scene well enough that he believed she knew what she was doing.

After Pier left the table, Hanna watched the ocean again from four floors above. She was becoming hypnotized with each new swale rolling into the beach. A small child caught her attention as he ran in and out of the water. He was racing with each new wave, having a great time. “I believe he just might beat the next wave. Don’t you think so?” The voice was a woman’s, with a slight British accent. Hanna turned to see the most beautiful woman that she had come face to face with. Her long black hair lay across one side of her tanned shoulder. Her deep blue eyes pierced Hanna’s very soul with an enticing splendor. The woman’s body was faultlessly trimmed with muscle tone over every inch of her. Hanna first though that this woman could be in her twenties but could be masking a mid-thirty year old woman. She smiled at Hanna as she leaned down to kiss her gently on the cheek. “I am very sorry to keep you waiting but I see that you are being entertained.”

Hanna was again hypnotized but with the woman that was sitting in front of her. Her mouth tried to move with the words trapped inside. The feeling throughout her body was something that Hanna had never felt. She had no immediate recollection of this goddess but something inside her throbbed with a passion of familiarity. “Yes, this view is breathtaking. I could stare out of this window for hours.”

“I am so glad you are happy.” Lady reached over to touch Hanna’s hand. “So, I am sure you have many questions. Where would you like to start?”

With an instant feeling of excitement, Hanna realized that this woman knew what was happening. “You know what has happened to me?”

Pier returned to the table to pour Lady a glass of wine. She asked him to tell the chef to bring them something delicious and creative for lunch. Pier bowed, obviously understanding her request. Hanna waited patiently for Lady to refocus back to her question. “Yes, I do know what happened but first let me reintroduce myself to you. My name is Lady Escot. Lady is my actual first name and royal title, as corny as that may sound. My father is a Prince in the sixth generation of Escots.” Lady blushed as she giggled at herself. “That all sounds pretty impressive and completely meaningless, doesn’t it?”

Hanna was fascinated with the woman in front of her. She watched every word that came from her deep, full lips. The accent was even more alluring. “It does sound pretty regal. I can’t say I have ever met anybody with a royal bloodline.”

“Isn’t that interesting? That is exactly what you said the first time that we met.” Lady was taking her first sip of wine, staring intensely into Hanna’s eyes. “But I assume that you do not recall the first time we met, do you?”

Hanna’s heart dropped, feeling as if she had missed out on something wonderful. “I am sorry but I don’t remember ever meeting you. Actually, everything from the past few days is blank but I think that you know that somehow.”

Lady looked out the window of the restaurant, wanting to collect her thoughts before she started. “Hanna, I met you the morning after you took a lot of my money at the roulette wheel.” Hanna had a guilty look about her hearing the way lady said that. “Oh, I am teasing you. You were spectacular that night. When my manager called me to tell me about your new fortune, I knew that I had to come here to meet you but when we first met, you were only half here. I could not put my finger on it but something was just off with your mind. We spent that first day together…well, to be honest making love for hours.”

Again Hanna blushed with embarrassment. She whispered across the table, “Lady, I do not remember that. I did not think that I was a… lesbian. The strange thing is that when I look at you now, feelings are coming into my heart and soul. We have a strong connection.”

“Yes, Hanna. We do have a connection. This is all going too take a moment for you to take in. Why don’t we have some lunch and get to know each other again? Or in your case, you can get to know me for the first time.” Hanna agreed that they would take things one step at a time. Pier delivered a visually attractive meal. The veal on the plate melted in Hanna’s mouth. Veal was another thing that she had never tried and didn’t know that she enjoyed.

For the next hour, Lady told Hanna about her life. Her father bought this hotel and three other many years ago. When Lady graduated from Harvard with a master’s degree in business, the hotel chain in the states was turned over to Lady. The three hotels and casinos in Atlantic City were matched by three more in Las Vegas and two in the Bahamas. Lady’s life was thrilling to Hanna. She had only dreamed of living such a parallel opposite life that she had. It was overwhelming to listen to all of the riches and adventures that Lady spoke about.

When their lunch had ended, Hanna was in love with Lady. Her feelings were confusing but she could do nothing to stop them from emerging. Hanna held onto Lady’s warm hand, not wanting the dream to end. But there was more to the story that she needed to know. Where had the memory from the past few days disappear too? Was this really a dream that she could not wake up from? “Lady, please tell me about my memory loss. You know the details that I need to know. I can feel that.”

“Hanna, I can’t explain this to you in words. The best way is to show you but we can’t do that until midnight. I know this is complicated but please trust me that it will all be explained to you in time.” Lady stood up from the table. Pointing out the window she whispered in Hanna’s ear softly “Look at the sun shinning down from the sky. You have been given a very special gift, my love.”

Together they watched the bands of sunlight hitting the ocean, stretching for miles out to the horizon. Hanna felt safe and at peace in the arms of this woman. The questions remained but somehow she felt new and fulfilled. She turned back to watch the hustle and bustle of the staff working to ensure their guests satisfaction. “Is this restaurant mine, Lady?”

Lady turned and smiled at Hanna’s inquisitiveness. “Yes, I gave you this and all of what
I own as a sign of my love. Hanna, this is unique for me also but I must tell you that I own you so much more than you will ever know. Days ago I was cold hearted, empty and full of rage from a loveless life. I never thought I would feel this way about a person. The thought had crossed my mind to give up and return home. You are my gift that I intend to treasure for the rest of my life, if you allow me.” Lady leaned in to kiss Hanna on the lips. Pulsing from the passion, Hanna felt alone in the room filled with other guests dinning. Nobody stopped to look at them and Hanna felt perfectly comfortable kissing this woman in public.

Together they left the restaurant not letting their eyes escape each other. Hanna asked, “So, I have a lot of time until midnight. What shall we do with these extra hours?”

Lady smiled back with a seductive wink, “I would love to suggest something but we already have a full day ahead of us. Our flight leaves from the heliport at 4:00pm. Maybe you would like to do some shopping while I wrap up some business details. I will meet you then?”

“Heliport? You mean fly in a helicopter? Where are we flying too?” Hanna had never even been in an airplane. She could not imagine flying in a helicopter.

With another wink and a kiss under the lobby clock, Lady smirked and replied “Well, you already told me your fantasy daytrip. Now all you have to do is remember it yourself and you will answer your own question.” Behind them, Chester stood patiently clearing his throat for attention. “Yes Chester. I know you are there. We are going now.”

“Thank you Ms. Lady. Good afternoon again Ms. Granger. I must say that dress is very flattering on you.” Chester nodded his head for her approval.

Hanna smiled back with a blushing grin. Lady also smiled saying, “Yes it is a flattering dress on a beautiful woman. Have a good afternoon, Hanna. Jimmy will show you to the heliport when you are ready.” Lady kissed her again on the cheek to say goodbye.

Under the main clock, Hanna closed her eyes and leaned back. ‘This has to be a dream. It’s all just so perfect.’ The glass clock spun slowly as the center point of the breathtaking lobby.

4:00pm

At ten minutes until 4:00pm, a knock was at the door. “Ms. Granger? It’s Jimmy. I am here to escort you to the heliport.”

Hanna had spent the time shopping in the clothes store below. The ladies in the store were so helpful in picking out a wardrobe of outfits that Hanna had only dreamed about. She figured that the amount of money that she had just spent, may have added up to the total amount that she had spent on all of her clothes throughout her life. But that may have been an exaggeration because she was sure she spent more on these beautiful designer clothes. This store was not like Kmart. None of the items had the price tags dangling from the sleeve because if you had to look at the price tag, they assumed that you could not afford it.

The best part was when Hanna went to pay in cash for the $9,325.19 worth of clothes. The sales associates insisted that she just put the bill onto her hotel tab but it was thrilling for Hanna to hand over so much money. When she was finished shopping, the clothes and other purchases were sent too her room, where Linda took extra care to arrange the closet in her master bedroom.

Walking to unlock the room door, she welcomed Jimmy in as an old friend. “Hello Jimmy. Please come in for a moment. I need to grab my shawl.” Jimmy stepped into the room, staring at Hanna. She was wearing a one piece black pantsuit that fit her perfectly. The back of the suite was open down to the curve of her backside. With the new gold Valentino heals that she wore, she walked with a defined elegance. With the extra time, she was finally able to apply the new makeup to herself. Her long brown hair was just right falling to one side of her breasts.

“Ms. Granger. Excuse me for saying so but you do look awesome. Allot better that you looked at 7:00am this morning.” Jimmy was still looking up and down the tall figure that stood in front of him.

Hanna blushed at his compliment. It had been a very long time since anybody had looked at her like that. She never thought it would happen again. “Thank you Jimmy. That is so sweet.

From inside the bedroom, her new friend startled Jimmy when she emerged from being out of sight. “You can put your tong back in your mouth and try to clean that drool up.”

“Oh, Linda. I didn’t know you were here.” Jimmy jerked his head back in place and looked up towards the ceiling to evade an attack from his girlfriend.

Linda walked over to Jimmy and smacked him on the back of his head. “Dog!” She turned to look at the transformed woman that she had spent so much time with today. “The truth is Hanna, he is right. If you weren’t a woman, I would ask you out myself.”

The two girls laughed together, as Jimmy looked at Linda with a promising glare. “Really? I mean… I didn’t know that you were into girls Linda. That cool.”

The second smack in the head almost took Jimmy off of his feet. “You wish. Get back to the real world Dog and take Ms. Granger to the heliport. And keep your eyes in your head.” Linda went to give Hanna a hug. They had such a good time shopping and getting ready. Hanna didn’t have any friends like this that she could just relax with and laugh so much. “Have a great time Hanna. You deserve every moment of this day. Don’t forget that.”

8:15pm

The wind on the roof pulled Hanna backwards. Jimmy helped her by taking her by the arm and leading her forward. She looked inside the helicopter for Lady but she was not there. The pilot opened the door and helped Hanna inside. Her signaled to her to put on the headset with the attached microphone. After he closed the door, he took his seat in the front. Hanna watched Jimmy running back in the hotel as the wind from the propellers pushed him from side to side.

“Ms. Granger. My name is Kent. I will be taking you to see Ms. Lady. If you would put the blindfold on that is in the pocket in front of you we can get on our way.” Kent’s voice was coming into the headset. Hanna watched his lips move just one beat shy of the words that she heard.

She looked inside the pocket behind the seat in front of her. The black blindfold was to cover her eyes and wrap around her head. She screamed into the microphone trying to compensate for the noise of the propellers. “Why do I have to wear a blindfold? Lady never mentioned this.”

He signaled to Hanna that she did not have to scream but waving his hands low. “Yes, Ms. Granger. I am sorry about this but you must wear the blindfold for security purposes. I am sure Ms. Lady will explain everything to you. Please Mam, we are a little behind schedule.”

Hanna was hesitant about the blindfold but felt that she had no choice if she was to go to where Lady was. There were so many questions that she had and she could not miss this opportunity to find answers. She took off the headset and placed the blindfold over her eyes. There was no light peering in from any crevices, making it hard to put the headset back on. When she was settled, Kent told her they were leaving the roof. Her stomach swirled when the first feelings of height crept into her body. Hanna could feel the helicopter lifting higher in the sky. The noise was muffled when Kent played some soft piano jazz in the headset. She loved jazz and was surprised that Kent knew that this was her favorite performer.

She could not determine how long they were flying when she felt the helicopter suddenly jolt upwards. “What was that Kent? Is that supposed to happen?”

“Yes Mam. Everything is fine. It will just be a few minuets longer.” Hanna grabbed onto the seatbelt around her waist feeling the drastic upwards movement. The helicopter seemed to be moving much faster than she could imagine that it could travel. Without the feeling of ever flying before, she did not know if this was a normal feeling. It was very frightening not being able to see where they were going.

In a split second, the helicopter dropped quickly and then landed on a surface. Kent turned off the engine and she could hear him getting out from his side. Hanna waited for a sign that she was to take off her headset or blindfold. Amazingly, her stomach was not upset at all but instead she felt very relaxed. The door next to her opened as somebody unfastened her seatbelt. When she removed her headset and blindfold, Lady was standing in front of her. “Hello again, Hanna. Welcome.”

Lady took her hand to help her from the helicopter. Looking around, Hanna could see nothing but tall snowcapped mountains surrounding the small clearing they had landed in. “Thank you but where I am exactly.”

Kent came around to close the door signaling to Lady. “Enjoy your time Ms. Lady. I will return for you at 10:00pm as instructed.” Lady nodded back to Kent as Hanna checked her new gold Rolex watch. It was only 5:00pm. The flight did not feel that it took that long but she assumed that she lost track of time in the excitement.

“Hanna, for the next few hours I would like you to just enjoy your time. I promise that I will answer all of your questions later tonight. Do you trust me?” Lady had led Hanna off to the edge of the clearing. They were standing in front of a yellow Jeep, full of covered baskets.

Hanna looked around at the beautiful scenery. She was not sure why she was not more frightened but somehow Lady’s look and touch comforted her. “I trust you Lady. I am at your mercy. Do with me what you want.” She leaned over to kiss Lady softly on the lips.

Lady smiled back, “That is just what I will do with you Hanna. Whatever you want and all of your fantasies will reveal themselves to you.”

They drove away in the jeep, through the woods. Over the next hours, Lady showed her some of the most magnificent sights that she had only dreamed of. Mountains of every size, sprawled out in front of them as far as they could see. The air should have been cold with the snow covering the ground but it was as warm as the beach that she left. The trees swayed slightly with the breeze from the mountain tops.

As they drove, Lady pointed out little details of their surroundings so Hanna missed nothing. They laughed with each other, enjoying their company. Lady urged Hanna to tell her everything about her life. She wanted to hear every detail of her past and present. It seemed important that Lady also hear what Hanna wanted to do in her future. The sad point was that Hanna felt she had no real future.

She mentioned the money that she had won but said it wasn’t enough to find the happiness she was seeking for her life. “The money will help me get a nicer place than the old rented trailed. I will be able to buy my own house and a car that doesn’t shake when you accelerate. But you can’t buy happiness, can you?”

Tears filled Hanna’s eyes as she dredged past this point in the conversation. Lady stopped the jeep at the edge of a beautiful lake that just appeared in front of them. Putting her hand to Hanna’s cheek, Lady smiled “You are a wonderful person Hanna Granger. Your spirit is peaceful and stronger than you realize.”

They stepped out of the jeep, as Hanna looked out over the lake. When she turned around a second later, all of the baskets from the jeep had been emptied. Lady stood next to a large blanket covered with food, champagne and an arrangement of orchids. Hanna was confused of how this area had been transformed so quickly. “Wow, you work quickly. I must have dazed off for a few minuets without realizing.”

“Come and sit. Tell me more about Hanna Granger.” They ate a wonderful dinner that was prepared by the hotel. Hanna was again surprised of how hot and fresh everything was. They had to have driven for an hour and it must have been much longer since the food was made. It was very puzzling to her but she had promised that she would not ask any questions until Lady was ready.

After Hanna had told Lady everything she could think of about herself (even the gruesome details of Hank), she lay next to Lady with a full belly and a glass of champagne. “I know that I am not suppose to ask you questions but maybe you could just tell me a little more about yourself.”

As the night crept over the lake, Lady light four white candles around the blanket. It was the most romantic thing Hanna had ever seen. Even the movies and dreams that she saw could not have been more exact to her idea of a romantic night. Lady pulled a blanket over them, kissing Hanna softly. “I am sorry my love but there will be time for that later this evening. For now lets enjoy each other and our night together.” They lay under the blanket covered by the light of the moon and the stars above them. Making love together, the nights romance a perfect bond for them both. Hanna fell asleep in Lady’s arms when her body could take no more passion.

10:37pm

Hanna felt as if she had only fallen asleep for no more than a half an hour maybe a bit more, when she opened her eyes. As she pulled herself up, she found herself back in the penthouse, her naked body covered with the hotel linens. She could not remember anything after she fell asleep on the lake. How did she get back to the hotel? Maybe she passed out from all of the drinking that day? Normally, she did not drink any alcohol with no need to celebrate much in her life. Watching Hank drink himself silly, turned her off from any booze.

Her white bathrobe lay across the bottom of the bed. As she stood up to put the robe on, she searched for Lady. Hanna hoped that she had not left her for the night. She walked out of the bedroom to the main living areas, not finding Lady anywhere. Their bottle of champagne sat on the corner of the bar, unfinished. She realized that besides the vodka earlier, she did not drink enough that night to forget so much. Especially a flight in a helicopter back here.

Hanna searched for Lady looking out the curtain that was blowing into the room from the ocean. Lady stood near the banister on the patio. The breeze from the ocean blew her hair back and around her face. Hanna walked out to her noticing the pain in her lover’s eyes. “How did I get back here anyway? I don’t remember the flight or anything after the lake. She wrapped her arms around Lady’s shoulders. “What is wrong? You look sad?”

Without turning to look at Hanna, Lady spoke smoothly and with a tone of despair. “Hanna, remember when I told you that I would tell you everything when the moment was right?”

Hanna pulled on Lady’s shoulder to look her in the eyes. “Yes, I remember. What is it Lady? You are frightening me.”

Together they moved to sit on the chase lounge chair, holding hands. “I need you to open your mind and listen carefully. This all may be difficult for you to believe or even understand. When I am done, you must make a quick decision of whether to accept the truth no matter how outlandish it may sound.”

“Now I am very scared and confused.” Hanna’s hands were trembling in Lady’s hands. Lady softly lifted Hanna chin to look deeply into her eyes.

With a soft kiss on the lips, Lady took a deep breath to begin her story. “First, remember when I told you that my father was royalty from six generations? That is a half truth. My family came to the hotel sixty years ago and transformed it into a meeting place of sorts. My father and the men in my family before him are responsible for keeping this hotel and the other locations secure for others to come and go in private.”

Hanna was not following what Lady was saying exactly. Her words seemed cryptic. “Come and go from where? You mean like business travelers?”

Pushing her hair away from her face, Lady looked out into the ocean and then up into the millions of stars that sparkled above. “That is somewhat accurate. My people come here for business of gathering information and returning it back home for others to process. The Monarch hotel is our main transport facility on and off of Earth.”

Hanna’s head jolted back with confusion. She did not know whether to scream or laugh. “On and off earth? What are you trying to say because it sounds very extraterrestrial?”

Lady closed her eyes and prayed for the best. This was the point of no return for Hanna. Either she accepted the truth or she would be lost from Lady forever. “Hanna, my family and I are not from Earth. We are from a small planet in another star system that your NASA has not found yet. The planet is called Escot.”

Hanna was now in shock. She stood up abruptly, stepping away from Lady until her back was against the railing. “Oh my God! To his cant be happening. Either you are insane or you are telling the truth. This means that you are an alien. Please tell me you are insane and are just out of your medication.”

“No, Hanna. I am not insane and I do not need any medication. Alien sounds so negative though. Cant we just say that I am not from around here?” Lady tried to lighten the pressure of the moment with humor but it would take more than quick wit to relax Hanna. Lady slowly walked towards her trembling lover, showing that she was no threat her. “I know this is a lot but there is more that I need to tell you before midnight. Shall I continue?”

Her eyes were misting from the ocean wind and she wanted to reach out to Lady for some kind of calming. “Lady, I am really freaked out right now. What else could you possibly say to me? If I am able to believe all of this, what am I suppose to do next?”

Lady was relieved that Hanna still wanted to touch her and put her hands in Hanna’s cold palms. She took this as a good sign that Hanna had not run from the room or worse, jumped from the edge. “You were never supposed to win all of that money Hanna. The casino system is a cover for our people to receive their money to blend into your society. When our people come or leave from The Monarch they pick up or return all of the money back into the system. It’s like a bank of sort” Lady slowly pulled Hanna back inside the suite and out of the cool night winds. Hanna followed with little hesitation, still trusting Lady. “When humans come here to gamble, the system is set for them to loose. This is like a deterrent for them not to gamble in the casino’s, safeguarding our funds. The hotel is open for humans as another cover so that we don’t raise any suspicion from your authorities. This has worked ever since the Monarch was established until you. Nobody knew why or how you were able to win so much until I first met you. I had to take you through the main transporter back to our home for the answer.”

“Wait!” Hanna shook her head with panic. “I was abducted and taken to another planet, in another star system?”

There was no way for Lady to avoid this piece of the mystery. She knew this would not be received well by Hanna. “Abducted is another bad choice of words but yes. I guess you may say that. We had to determine if you were a threat to our cover. Trust me. You were not harmed at all. There was no bizarre probing like your movies show. The equipment we use is Nero scanners that don’t cause any harm.”

Hanna had to get herself a drink. The bottle of champagne sat opened on the edge of the bar. She did not bother with the formalities of a glass, tipping it up until it was empty. When she went to place the empty bottle back on the bar, she missed the corner crashing the bottle onto the tile floor. Lady ran to help. Hanna was already down on the floor trying to pick up the larger pieces in her nervously shaking hands.

Lady took the glass from her hands, stopping her from picking any more pieces up. “Wait. Don’t hurt yourself. Stand up and let me show you something.” Lady moved Hanna away from the middle of the glass until she was safely off to the side of the bar. Lady spread her hands out above the scattered glass, closing her eyes. Hanna watched as blue light became to build up around the glass from Lady’s hands. The bottle slowly began to reform as each tiny piece of glass moved back into its original spot. Within seconds, the bottle sat on the tile floor unbroken and fully restored. Lady opened her eyes, turning to Hanna with a smile. “That’s better that cutting you isn’t it?”

“Wow. You have powers too. That was incredible.” Hanna was amazingly calmer than she would have imagined. There was only confusion without fear. Her connection to Lady was still strong no matter what the new variances were. She smiled back at her lover with a tingling in her eyes. “You can’t fly, can you?”

They laughed together out loud, calming the mood tremendously. “No, we can’t fly but it looks fun.” Lady kissed Hanna sending a feeling of love and support through here lips. She walked over to the suites door, unlocking each lock. When the door opened, Jimmy and Chester entered after waiting for Lady’s instructions. “Men, it is almost time. I will be giving Ms. Granger her last instructions and we will go on from there.”

Both men nodded their heads in obedience. Jimmy went to Hanna who was still amazed from the last bit of magic she had been shown. “It is cool that you haven’t run for the hills yet Mam. I told them that you would understand. By the way, just FYI, Linda is totally human and unaware of our presence. We talked about telling her but figured she is doing great without knowing anyway.” Jimmy took Hanna by the hand, kissing her softly on her palm. “I hope to continue to serve you Hanna. You are a wonderful addition to our family.”

Chester and Lady nodded with Jimmy, agreeing with his sentiments. Lady tapped Jimmy on the shoulder to break his stare with Hanna. “OK, Jimmy. That’s enough. Go and prepare the transport. We will be ready at midnight.” The two men bowed again and left the room. Lady locked the door and turned back towards Hanna.

Hanna was still amazingly calm. The peace that she had for Lady was now stronger than she imagined. “Lady, what are they talking about? Am I going someplace? I hope it’s within Earth’s orbit. The helicopter was a big enough scare for me. I don’t think I could handle any kind of spaceship.”

Lady was standing with Hanna again. From within the pocket of her robe she pulled out a small back velvet box. Hanna watched Lady’s eyes as they moved back onto the couch. “No more space travel for you right now, my love but you do need to make a decision.” Lady opened the box to reveal a diamond ring. It was the most extraordinary piece of jewelry that Hanna had ever seen. One large diamond sat on a gold perch, surrounded by eight smaller stones on either side. “This is for you, if you will accept my proposal.”

Hanna could not take her eyes off of the ring as it glistened with the light. She slowly reached out to take the box that Lady was giving her. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Well, in a way yes. I am proposing too you.” Lady took the ring out of the box, placing it on Hanna’s slender finger. “You have a choice. This ring is more than it seems. It works with the glass clock in the lobby as a teleport trigger. If you stand underneath of the clock and close your eyes, you will be able to go anywhere you mind can imagine. The ring is also a symbol to my people that you are united with me and my family. I am not only asking you to marry me but to help my people continue their work here on Earth.”

The ring fit Hanna perfectly. She was listening to lady but started at the huge stone now on her finger. “How can I help your people? I am nobody important. Not than I am not flattered but why me?”

“Well, for one thing, I am in love with you. You have made me very happy beyond what I could have dreamed.” Lady was tearing as the love from within her overflowed her heart. “I am queen of my people and you will rule here on earth with me. Besides that fact, when you won on the roulette table, you were able to accomplish something that no human we found had ever done. You crossed over from your human reality to ours. Your mind manipulated our safety system that was protected by our magic. Only our people are able to do that. You are a unique human that our coll



Paschendale 2 years ago

“ Paschendale ”

“Division A! Head for the bunks, it’s your turn to sleep today. Don’t waste that time; it’s more valuable than you’d assume if you want to live to see another day.” The old but firm voice said right before slamming the fragile wooden door shut. That voice belonged to General Hubert Gough. He was in charge of our divisions in here. His rank only makes one think of the effort some men put into the military, which was beyond my comprehension for now. Afterwards he slams the door of the improvised wooden shack built for soldiers to try and sleep in while getting wet from the rain drops that gather on the shallow roof covered not with wood, but more so with holes. A lone soldier turns on a small flashlight in his bunk to shine upon a simple pen and paper tablet. As he reaches for the pen and rests the loom of light on his shoulder, a fellow combatant from another bunk speaks: ”Hey Private, I’d suggest you put that light out; a sleepy soldier doesn’t dodge bullets that well. Or so recent studies show at least.” The grim moon light made his face invisible in the thin blue shine.

”I’m about to write in my diary to document this day, and then to write to my loved ones back home. And I’ll be damned before anything will stop me from doing that. Just let it be.” The soldier says from his bunk while quietly grinding his teeth, ready to cause a midnight riot just to prove his point.

”Heh, at least you got guts man, I’m Gregg.” The voice across the bunk turns softer.

”Robert…” A reply slowly arrives.

”Well then Robert, write on but keep that light away from me. I could use some sleep” Gregg answers with a quaint voice.

Robert moves the light back onto the lined paper. Resting the miniature flashlight on his shoulder, he picks up the pen and begins to write with a small sigh of relief:

“Dear diary, October 23rd.

I don’t know when we will fight again, but in the past couple days no one has fired a weapon. Things don’t seem too safe even for a battle zone; around us is a large dent from an explosion of our own mines in June. It looks like the sky fell down and hit it by the crater it left. The food they give us is atrocious; I've never tasted something that was considered edible and yet so vile. We are hungry, all of us. What little of the meager food they do give out isn't enough. They say a hungry soldier fights better. I say a hungry soldier would rather eat than fight. Training is exhausting and squeezes the soul out of you. The Germans across these lines and ditches of ours are organized, structured and loyal, and yet here it is chaos. Madness broke loose among the French camping beside us; they rebel against their commanders and refuse orders. I have heard truly dreadful stories from them, of how many died in the first battle on the very land I'm on. If what they are saying is true, then I would be conducting mutiny just the same. But I won't. I'm not here because I care for this country; I am here because I protect those I want to protect. And nothing is going to stop me now. At a time of war everyone must take a side. Those who don't shall be dealt with later. And those who died in battle, like the Greeks and Norse wisely said in their books: "To die with sword at hand is the true honor, death or not, God shall find his own pick among the dead". The only part I failed to agree with is the word God. For all I cared it was an imaginary friend for adults. That is all for one night; I'd hate to give away all the fun stuff already.

Rob.

Flipping to another page, Robert takes his pen again and this time writes with a sedated tone to someone different. The diary was kept for himself and held the truth as he saw it. A letter however, must contain less than the truth so as not to scare others.

October 23rd. Dear Katie.

This is my first letter to you from here that I am able to write; please do not be upset with me as conditions didn’t allow it a moment before now. I am in a village named Paschendale; the land is Marshland and the rain falling on us isn’t making it any better. That ground is a resting place to more troops than we’ll ever find. However I’m still well and intact so worry not. Food is decent enough, though you know me, always hungry for more. I sleep in a wooden shack with 10 other soldiers. A moment alone is rare, and a moment without bathroom humor is rarer. It is about midnight in here now but I don’t care so long as I can write to you. Hold out, I will be back.

Robert Bernman.

Finishing both documents, the newly arrived Private lays down his pen, pulls out the letter from the tablet and puts it in a small envelope he has by his things. He writes down an address for shipping and puts it away to have it sent the next day.

  • *

The Sun rose gloomily over the small village on the morning of the 24th, shining as little as it could through the fog of war. There may have been an unofficial truce because the side of The British Empire was dead and the Germans’ was weakened badly, but practice was still held for shooting and moves in case of combat. In a trench in the back rows were two men assigned to keep guard should the Germans stop the so called ‘truce’. The two were Cliffe and Bernman. Cliffe was a Lieutenant so as an Officer he didn’t have to fight, but he had to do something. He chose to look at an empty field with Bernman, the man who the previous night had shown some decent courage, and spoke to him with the tone of an honorable man. Conversation between them grows and they quickly learn they have much in common.

” Heh, that’s a good one Rob, I just hope we’ll both make it back home in one piece and outside a box.” the Lieutenant replies sharply.

Then, as if out of the blue, a fragment grenade is thrown deep into the field as a random hostile tribute from the Germans. Rob shouts out at the top of his lungs: “Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole; duck damn it!” as the grenade goes off and sends shrapnel soaring through the area, whistling about and hitting the sand bags and dirt. Some even made it as far as the shack; no one has slept there calmly since. After the explosion has cleared and some British fire was returned as a sign of presence, Rob rises from the ground, but slips in the soft, wet ground of the place. He goes on his knees this time and manages to get up while briefly swearing at the ground. He looks at Cliffe and asks: “Can you believe this crud, the land here is useless. We can’t even get tanks through because they sink at once; see that step over there? That’s a tank barrel from when they brought a couple in thinking it would do them good, when the only good here is that the Germans can’t get one through either.”

But Gregg does not reply or move, he simply blinks with an odd twitch in his left arm. His eyes focus on Bernman as he whispers in timed breaths: ” My back…Look.” With concern for the Lieutenant, Robert moves Cliffe by his waist as he squirms with pain but cannot say anything. Bernman looks at his back with shock and incomprehension. The left side is punctured with little holes all over it. Rob turns his back to the sand bags, which are slowly leaking out and proved to be of no use to stop a table spoon, much less a shrapnel or a bullet. Gregg sighs with pain when the Private goes to him: “I’ll go get help; I’ll call a Medic. Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.” But Gregg cuts him off knowing his time is short and that no Medic could help him now. He whispers with what little air he had in his punctured lungs: ” No, don’t. My time has come. Just tell my family and…And… Gregg coughs a mouthful of blood that spreads across the ground and to his chin. The soft ground absorbs the blood and mixes in itJust…Tell the world of Paschendale. He can no longer talk and hurls up more blood that goes further and is darker. Darker because it contains no oxygen and comes from deeper within his body. The blood loss takes its effect and his body turns colder. The dying Lieutenant tries to speak one more time but he cannot. He stops moving with his mouth and eyes open wide and looking towards Robert.

Bernman closes his eyes and mouth with his bare hands, he lays him down on the ground quietly and says: ” I’ll tell them, I’ll tell them even if it means my own demise.” Bernman dashes away to the center where the troops were training, not far away; just over a corner of some thick trees. He sees General Gough ahead and comes to him in quick, angry paces. The General turns to him and sees the blood on his hands.

“My god Private, what on earth happened?” The General asks in astonishment. “This happened, General.” As the furious Private raises a blood dripping fist and punches Gough right in the nose with all of his might and strength. The General falls on his back and elbow with a speechless stare on his face. “What is the meaning of this, damn it!” As the angry downed General finally responds and nearly reaches for his weapon. Instead he gets up and pushes the Private off him and onto the ground too. Bernman slides on the mud on impact. Gough jumped on him but he folded his legs and pushed him off. Hubert Hits a tree and remains standing, before charging for the Private once again. Despite being 47 at the day, he still had a temper that let him go against even an 18 year old soldier in hand to hand combat. Bernman has just gotten up and now he and Gough push each other while they walk and cling onto each other’s neck. Eventually Robert tugs him over the corner trees he had come from, then he lets go of the General’s right shoulder and punches him again, then rams his head into him. Gough falls down on the mud again, this time his head leaned to the right and when he fell, he could just see the Lieutenant’s body over the edge of the corner and sand bags. Hubert remains down but turns around to fully see the body. The Private notices he had finally seen it and speaks up with an enraged tone: ” Do you see now General?! Do you see now what we are fighting for, what we are dying for! Explain it to me!

Gough looks up at him and replies: ” That’s war Private, people die.

Now with a renewed spark in his eyes, Bernman speaks again, after wiping the blood running down his chin: “War you say. Who are we fighting for; whose war is this! It sure as hell isn’t my war and I know it wasn’t his war. Now your eyes are open; you see why good, innocent people die so that you and the other Generals could play War and use us as pawns. Well not while I’m here! Gregg Cliffe died over there right in front of my eyes because the sand bags couldn’t stop the shrapnel. He died because you didn’t do your job; he died because you don’t give a flying fuck! Now what do you have to say about that, General?” Robert says the rank with contempt to him.

The General listens to every word with great care and finally answers: “You are right, we didn’t do our job. We didn’t care enough, and now people have died, but that’s still war and it is your war and everyone else’s if you want to live again. Now, I’m offering you something I think you should truly consider. Seeing as the Lieutenant has passed, God bless his soul, we are one Lieutenant short. I like the rage in you; I like the moral principals you put above all and you remind me of myself long ago. And that’s what this army really needs more than tanks, soldiers or weapons. I’m offering you to become a Lieutenant and take his place in command.” Now the General finally recovers and gets back on his feet. He stands in front of the Private once more.

Robert replies saying: “I’ll take it, but not for good. Just until I’m dead or you find someone better. And you, you make sure he gets a decent burial in his home town, and know I will let people know about all that happened here.”

Robert approached the body slowly, bending over and speaking softly to the corpse: “I’m sorry buddy. I will tell the world as you asked, but I must also take your rank.”He takes off the badges of the rank and puts them on himself, without so much as cleansing the blood off of them. Bernman proceeds to pick up the body and walk over to Gough with it, then leaving the body in his hands and saying: Here’s Lieutenant Cliffe; he’s your job now. I have a war to win and a platoon to train.” and with that the newly appointed Lieutenant walks away.

Morning of October 25th. All wake up to begin training once more as they feel the war is coming again and will be started by either side. The Germans were only defending the area rather than trying to break in, because not far behind those lines their naval base lay, including their submarines and ships. So in fact, if they could break through eventually, it would bring the war to its end with the Germans on their knees, as that would be the end of any rockets, long distance supplies or spying. The Canadians were about to be led by a new General, Arthur Currie; the French were still mostly in disarray and the British government were losing faith in winning with each passing day.

The day was rushed and was entirely dedicated to moving troops around to the area. It was clear battle would begin the next day, and so it did. October 26th was to be the day that the second battle of Paschendale was to begin. But earlier on the eve of the 25th, Robert Bernman took some time to write to his loved ones and in his diary once more.

“Dear diary, October 25th ”.

"Practice is renewed today; the empires are preparing for battle. Today alone 13 thousand troops were brought in. Tomorrow we fight. Since I've last written things have happened; I have been promoted to Lieutenant. A friend and fellow soldier of that rank died right beside me. I and General Gough fought; he isn't bad at it too. I was only promoted after punching him. Makes you wonder how the military really works. Anyhow, tomorrow over 20 thousand men will march into hell's gate with no regret. I can only hope we shall prevail.

P.S: Food stinks; we’re underfed and pissed off. Oh, and Katie returned my letter. It is odd how the military mail is the only thing that actually works well here.”

Bernman flips the page of his tablet once more, he leaves the page blank and proceeds to open a sealed envelope with a military stamp on it. Inside is Katie’s letter to Robert:

Dear Robert

“It hasn’t been so long since we last parted and I anxiously await your return in person. However it is becoming rather desolate here in town with most of the men away to fight this war. I don’t know if anyone will come back, I just hope you do.

I shall stay true and wait without hesitation. Just write to me so that I may know all is well. And to keep courters off; the few remaining reckon you won't return, but I know that when you do, you'll give them a piece of your mind about it."

Katie Evance.

Robert finishes the letter knowing that soon he must return. He would approach General Gough in a request that after the third battle of Ypres, he shall be released to his home. He could not risk fighting any more, as it is not just his future at stake now.

Bernman then takes the tablet again and unpins the pen from it. He writes:

Dear Katie

Tomorrow we shall be heading off to fight this battle once and for all, I may be hurt, I may even be killed, but promise me to wait at least a month for a returned letter before coming up with any misconceptions or thoughts. I have met a great friend since my last letter; I have also lost him to a German grenade. As a result I have been given his rank; a Lieutenant. The payroll from such a rank is much higher; I shall continue work after the war in a desk job so as not to damage our relationship, but our future is now more secure.

I’ll be back if I have to knock down every last German troop myself, wait just a tad longer. Wars don’t blow by in a couple days…Sadly enough.”

Robert Bernman.

Rob at last puts away the tablet. Once more he gently rips that piece of paper from the tablet and puts it in an envelope, which he then puts away. He goes to sleep one more time before the big day. His weapon is beside him and his clothes already on and clean.

Morning of the 26th. Twenty thousand souls march as one into battle, sneaking up over the hill, and it begins. The Germans are well prepared and their defenses fully restored. It was the third and fourth Canadian division, led by Sir Arthur Currie, who began the attack. These men weren’t ones that laid hands on a rifle for the first, rather those were soldiers who had fought Ypres before and knew the perils it brought forth. They were bold and fought valiantly the British were not quite prepared on the day, and Canada was thought to be enough to seize the territory without too many casualties. They were wrong. It was a day in which 12 thousand of the twenty had died. All in the benefit of a couple hundred yards. Lieutenant Bernman was at the base, planning the British attack due in 4 days. The base was filled with the stench of death and a Private is seen dashing from the kitchen.

That Private is Kenneth McAlister, a British immigrant who was dragged to war after having moved from Ireland. Bernman sees him by chance and stops him.

“What’s that under your jacket, Private?” The Lieutenant inquires. Robert rips open the Private’s jacket and 2 loaves of bread fall out on the ground. Bernman glares at the situation with a shocked gaze. “You steal Bread? When soldiers who fought all day long and rested none of the night are starving and the army can’t give them more than their rations because the budget won’t allow it, you steal bread that’s to feed 6 men all for yourself; greedy bastard! Don’t you think we’re all hungry here? But no one; not a General, an Officer or a Private, can get more than their rations. I think it’s time we introduce you to harsh reality. Get over here.” Bernman grabs Kenneth by his forearm and drags him behind him as he walks to a square wooden plate the size of a tank. It is ground level and in the middle there is a smaller circle. In it is a set of bars on the floor, and it opens to lead to a poorly lit chamber. On it are two sets of bars close to one another, serving as a floor for that lower story. Below that is only darkness. Kenneth is thrown in and Bernman Speaks to him: 3 days; 2 days without food for what you stole, one day with some extra so that on the 4th day you’ll fight, and you’ll fight well. It’s your life at stake this time.”

Kenneth doesn’t get a chance to speak when Robert leaves him there and locks the top floor. It begins to rain shortly after and the drops of water leak through the shallow construction. It trickles to the bottom and collects there. McAlister ponders in the corner, whilst sitting on a wooden beam attached to the wall as sort of an improvised bench. He thinks about what drove him to thievery. He has a flashback of himself standing in the back of the kitchen; grabbing him by the neck is a Colonel, Colonel James Kettle.

“Now you get in there and get me a few pieces of bread or I’ll have you standing in the front of the next division sent out to battle. Don’t you understand, we’re all hungry here, even Officers. I need food; how do they expect me to do my job while starving to a slow death? Get 2 loaves of bread and bring them back to me, or I’ll also make sure it will be the last day your family lives to see. Get it? Now go!” The Colonel whispers the words in the ears of the Private who doesn’t wish to steal, but must to ensure the survival of himself and his family.

During the commotion of the kitchen theft, the Germans launched an attack. As the French were at mutiny and would not fight, Canadian and British divisions were all that was left to protect the base, and compared to the half million German soldiers across the lines, it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Rain was constant and made battle worse than anywhere. The summer rains covered the entire region and not a single tank could get across the lines. German forces had begun using Mustard Gas; it attacked the body causing blisters, hurt the lungs and eyes, and created a great deal of pain. Few soldiers who were hit would ever survive it then. Now it is not used but they are probably saving it for their arsenal when the British come for an offensive. And the British did. On October 26th, 1917, twelve thousand allied soldiers died for the gain of a couple yards in the battle field.

The morning of the next day, a Tuesday morning, was only a sleep deprived continuation of the last day. Officers ran around trying to organize the next attack and to do so wisely. Despite the fact Gas masks were available they were no use against the new mustard gas that attacked the whole body. British forces are mobilizing forces to the Belgian border, while the Germans are fighting many fronts at once, and are still hanging in there. On the 28th a couple soldiers decide to visit the nearby town of Ypres. Among the soldiers who decide to come are: Corporal William Bailey, Private First Class Michal Sikorsky and Sergeant Barry McGinty. They see the town at ruins, people hide in their homes and the windows are smashed out. Stores are looted empty and no one dares step outside as only the children yell and cry inside. The children do not know that they are just as endangered inside as they are outside should the Germans attack. Seeing the tears in their eyes, it reflects the pain and the fear. It showed the madness and despair a war by your home can bring to you. Crying women and children, sick old men; no one healthy was left there. This was truly what the soldiers had heard; a world war.

At that point they cannot go on; they knew well what must be done:
“The hell with this; I am not a steel machine, but a man of flesh and bone. How do they expect that I fight when I know it is wrong? How can I kill all those men who are only doi¬ng what we are doing, fighting because the government commands so? Leaving behind my trail of blood and a pack of crying women and children who shall never see that man again; what have we become? Curse the name of liberty, a war machine like no other that brings men to the slaughter like lambs.” Corporal Bailey mutters out the words in pain. Sikorski interrupts his line of thought, “They are all useless; they were meant to die and they knew what it was about when it started.” The PFC feels no remorse over the running tears of the families; it didn’t matter as long as the job got done. Last to speak of the subject is the Sergeant: “Yes, they have probably died, and so will we, but what’s important is to remember. To remember the good times we have seen, the friends and families, the love and the passion. That is why we are here. Let’s go back; I think there is work to be done.” From behind a slow round of applause comes. The soldiers turn in fear to see Lieutenant Bernman standing there with a slight grin on his face. Robert proceeds to give a small inspirational speech: “We are here to defend. Not the government, but those we left behind. Everyone at home is counting on us to win this damn war. Now if I know the few I care for are fine I will give my soul away. Let’s return to base; there is still work to be done.” And with that, the group returns and continues preparations. Bernman makes his way back and upon arrival, as he is about to enter the prison section that McAlister was in to feed him, he hears Kenneth mumbling to himself the story of the theft and Colonel Kettle. Robert opens the doors and walks in; he puts the small plate of food on the wooden beam by the wall where Kenneth sat.

Robert speaks to him: “I heard your side of the story now; I’ll go and check him. I only believe you since you didn’t know I was even around. Take the food and walk outside, you’re free for today but tomorrow you fight alongside the rest.”

Kenneth is ecstatic; he sees the joy of being acquitted. He whispers out a silent “Thank you” and leaves with the platter of food. Bernman leaves after him and locks the door. He heads over to find the Colonel. After a brief search he locates Kettle and approaches him.

“Colonel, do you mind if I ask you a couple questions about 3 days ago, a loaf of bread and a threat?” Bernman quickly brings up the topic without hesitation.

“What? What do you mean, Lieutenant? I don’t really know what it is you are asking me of. How often would I threaten someone?” James responds with a slightly anxious tone.

” I didn’t mention any one saying you threatened anyone. I just meant a threat in general, but now that you bring it up… Ever heard of Private Kenneth McAlister? Bernman says quickly and without as much as a blink.

“Oh alright already, yeah I did it. Where are you, in I.A? Let’s just keep this between us, okay? It’s not like I did something dreadful…” Kettle finally gives in. Robert makes his final comment as an “Agreed.” and with that he walks away. Bernman reports to the General and has Kettle locked in and demoted for un-Officer like conduct. Kettle is now nothing but a Major.

Finally Robert returns to his bunk, to find a letter has finally been returned to him. He rushes to open it; the letter contained congratulations for his new rank and overall descriptions of life further away from the war. Bernman returns a letter saying tomorrow his division will be fighting and that it may take a while before another letter is sent out. With it are all the usual mentions of food and dorms. Lastly he writes in his diary and tries to sleep.

  • * *

Dawn of October 30th, the British set off on an offensive to capture the village. They withstand German fire and force their way in. In one trench is Bernman and tagging along is Sikorski. The rain was constant, like a bucket of water that never ended. Sikorski strikes up a conversation while they both dodge the enemy fire behind them. Michal begins to talk: “So….You think this war business is just another one of God’s little jokes? I think so…”

” God? Don’t get me started about “God”. Bernman reluctantly answers.

” Ahh, I see. I’ll take it you are one of those non-believers…” the PFC smirks.

” Non believer? You call a man who has survived some of the worst pitches life can throw a non believer? You call someone who has endured some of the most horrendous things and lived to carry on, a non believer? Well I beg to differ. I believe, I believe in him and I hate him to death.” Robert comments with a slight tone of anger. Then one of the few grenades the German had is launched into the trench. Bernman sprints away from the grenade and takes cover 12 feet away. The grenade detonates and Sikorski is in shock and cannot move. The fragment grenade detonated and killed Sikorski with the shrapnel tearing his flesh asunder all, from his knees, to his face.. He also seems to be oozing in his own excrement. Bernman is hit in his foot and howls with pain. Robert yells for a Medic and sits up, when a bullet from the Germans direction hits a rock, splitting it up in two and launching half of it onto Bernman forehead. The Lieutenant is hit and has passed out.

November 12th. Bernman wakes up in the silence of a field hospital. Not remembering what happened, he tries to stand up and of course yells in pang. A man in a white robe and military badge walks in.

“Whoa there Soldier, I’m your Doctor. You’ve sustained an injury. Why don’t you just lie down a bit more? My name is Brent Hollister. You just stay there; your foot had been hurt a bit so we had to operate. But you’ll be fine within a couple weeks. And you have somewhat of a bump on your head but you’ll be just fine. I’ll have you seated in a ship and sent home later today. In the mean time you can walk with these crutches by your bed.” The Dr. says kindly.

“Not now Doc, I have to fight. Damn Germans are probably close.”

“Lieutenant, the battle is over; Paschendale is ours. Sure, at the cost of half a million men, but it is captured. The battles ended 6 days ago; you were still out. Now we are just here in the agreement to collect and properly bury the bodies and tend to the injured. Just relax already; you’ll be home in a couple days.” The Doctor answers with a slightly condescending approach.

“It’s over? It is really over…” Bernman finally lets out the words.

  • *

November 16th. Through the streets of London, one man with a pair of crutches at hand, is home at last, but his battle is not over yet.

“It is not over; there is still one thing I promised I would complete. I must, I must tell the tale of Paschendale…”

The End.



Death Mistress 2 years ago

It had just become nightfall when I died. It’s hard to remember how it felt because of the swiftness of the darkness. I only remember the shifting of what I had been to what I now was. Then the light tried to save me. The battle pained me, blinding my soul with searing hurt. Sadly, the darkness always gets what it wants. And that was when it enslaved me forever.
But perhaps I should start from the beginning.
The night started out well enough. It was my birthday and I wanted to celebrate it by going out and having fun. I was finally at the ripe age of 18. I had just graduated from my local high school the week before, so I was pumped to celebrate and goof off for a bit. A car outside honked, announcing the arrival of my friends. I had put the finishing touches on my clothes and makeup, opting for a slim fitting black sheath of a dress that made my auburn hair shine and my green eyes pop. I wanted to be noticed that night. I rushed out to meet my friends after promising to be careful to my parents a hundred times and kissing them goodbye. My two best friends, Katie and Josh, were waiting inside Katie’s new Honda Civic. The sporty red sedan was a graduation present from her parents because Katie had made it into Princeton. She was always the logical, brainy one of the group while Josh was more suited to pranks and humor.
Katie sat behind the wheel dressed in a conservative white blouse and black slacks, her light blonde hair tied behind her head in a fashionable knot. Her pretty blue eyes held a hint of uncertainty as she looked upon my outfit. “Nice dress Fi, but isn’t it a bit…dressy?”
I laughed, sliding into the front seat. “Of course it is which is why I wore it. I want to be the belle of the ball.”
Josh reached into his pocket and handed me a small red velvet box, his dark brown eyes smiling. Of average build Josh was no great looker but had a friendly quality to his features that made you want to befriend him. He wore his dark hair short and was dressed in a simple blue button down shirt and khakis. “Happy birthday, Fi. I thought you’d like this but it was so out of my budget Katie had to pitch in.”
Katie smiled, “I wouldn’t have if I didn’t think you’d absolutely love it.”
I smiled and grabbed the small box and opened the top like a giddy child. Inside was the most unusual, mysteriously beautiful pendant I had ever seen. Placed on a simple silver chain was a dainty looking dagger embellished with tiny jewels of ruby and emerald. I rolled it between my fingers and marveled at the workmanship. “This is awesome. I love it.” The moonlight glinted off the pendant as we started out into the night. My eye caught upon an inscription as Josh explained how he found it. “I went with my dad to that antique place in town because he’s into all the civil war stuff. I was browsing when I saw it. The owner almost didn’t sell it to me. Said it wasn’t until I reached the right price. Something about it just told me it was made for you. She said it’s from about the 18th century.”
I lifted the dagger to examine the minuscule script, “Wow, pretty old then. Hmm…look at the writing… This says For Lilliana.”
I remember as I said her name that first time, the hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end. I shook my head and chuckled slightly. “I scare myself sometimes, imagining things…”
I draped the chain over my neck, the slight weight of the pendant cool upon my chest. I remember posing a moment and then laughing with my friends as Josh tried to tell a joke, “…Ok here’s another one. How do you know a blonde was on the computer?”
“I can tell I’m going to be offended,” Katie replied dryly, the only blonde of the group.
“….There’s white out on the screen!” Josh said, practically snorting with laughter. Katie, on the other hand, didn’t find it amusing, “Very funny nimrod.” She batted at him from behind the wheel.
I giggled, “Good one. Enough with the blonde jokes now, before I have to separate you two.”
I was still laughing when the darkness attacked. I remember a split second before the crash, I saw something dark dart in front of the car. We were going too fast and Katie wasn’t paying attention to the road. I let out a bloodcurdling scream, the sound coming all the way from my toes as we made impact. The metallic crunching sounded in my ears followed by a stunning silence. I was groggy with pain. Blurred images of inky blackness darted behind my eyelids as I felt frigid fingers dragging me from the car none too gently. “Katie…? Josh..?” I tried to force my mind to work. It felt as if my brain was cut off from the rest of my body.
“Your friends will be taken care of,” A silky, feminine voice stated.
“Wha…? Wh… are you?” I spit the words through my chattering teeth. Images of the wreck spun in my head as I hoped that my friends were ok. I felt a warm liquid upon my features as I realized I was crying. From fear or pain, I wasn’t sure. I felt dazed, as if this truly wasn’t happening to me. Like a dream twisting into something evil. The next words that encircled me left me cold, my battered body shivering from the threat the words contained.
“Why, I’m your worst nightmare, darling Serafina.”
Those were the last words I heard before I died.



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