The past few days have been quite eventful. Never, could I imagine ever having such an experience in my life.

I've been thinking about how, at one point in your life, you can look forward to a certain day for a whole year with such hope, anticipation, and nervous excitement... and then suddenly the clouds roll in on life and it becomes nothing but just another uneventful, depressing, monotonous, gray day; so plain that you almost forget what day it is.

In recent years, this week held a special anniversary for me, and I had planned on making it an hugely important and special anniversary for the rest of my life, but things didn't work out the way I intended.

Many of my questions are now answered, and they mean more now that I have waited ten years. The initial picture was beautiful; a clear blue sky with the pure light reflecting off the windows. Then in an instant, flame erupted discoloring the sky and scattering shining shards into the air. The screams of steel and people traveled farther than the debris. A second bellow rips through the sky. The temper of the demon inside builds and black clouds infect the sky. Bloody and ashen faces escape, but for some it is too late.

Earlier this fall I had decided to go deer hunting. The morning started out just like most of my other hunts. I had seen a few deer, a couple small bucks and that morning I even saw a pretty nice buck but he never came close enough. What made this morning different was something other than a deer though.

Ses belles boucles dorées dansaient sur front alors qu’on eut une risée. Ses yeux bruns disparaissaient derrières ses paupières. Son petit nez frétillait de bonheur, ses belles lèvres rouges et bien tracées laissaient s’échapper des petits rires.

I normally write poetry, this is my first genuine attempt at writing a story. Any feedback is much appreciated!

Chapter 1

"Let me melt it and fix it all over"
She was holding a small green-and-blue candle in her hands.It smelled of jasmine,her favourite sent. She was being very careful with it,the way you'd hold a baby bird that has fallen off its nest. Her candle was full of cracks , two pieces had already fallen off it, but she was still holding it with the most tender of looks in her eyes and a small smile on her lips.She started running her fingertips softly through it.
"Come on, it's ugly and ruined.Give it back to me. I'll fix it"

I flung open the door into my room and hastily unzipped the two bags I needed to pack. I had ten minutes to get all the gear I would need for five nights, plus the mountain of alcohol stacked up behind me into these two bags,trying to keep all the alcohol concealed.All within ten minutes at 12 AM while pseudo-drunk.

I flung open the door into my room and hastily unzipped the two bags I needed to pack. I had ten minutes to get all the gear I would need for five nights, plus the mountain of alcohol stacked up behind me into these two bags, while trying to keep all the alcohol concealed, all within ten minutes while pseudo-drunk.

Couple more Pages posted on "There Comes a Time"

Someone once told me to believe in yourself and you can conquer even the greatest obstacles in your life. I never thought that would pertain to me, but it did. Living the life of an 18 year old wasn’t as easy as they said it was. It actually was harder than I thought. I had sat alone many nights wondering the same thing. What is the meaning of life? What should I serve as a human being?

I left a world that was so beautiful, blessed by even the gods up above. I left because I had to find myself. Find what was haunting me, what was eating me up inside. I left because a once cherished fruit that was now rotten. A once appealing work of art, turned vandal. I left because I was hungry for a new beginning. Was this new beginning what I wanted? Or what I just stuck in my ever-rambling head. I was not thinking strait at the time, but who does in a situation as my own. Evervecent valleys of gorgeous sunsets I once saw.

We went to the stone mountain laser show one night. Taking myself, Casey, Josh and his girl in my car and of course boozed the whole way up 85 to the 285 perimeter, I remember tasting the warm nectar of the gods threw a straw and a Styrofoam cup but no one cared. On the way Josh put on Outkasts album Southerplayalisticcatillacmusic. Yes that’s the title, look it up.
Anyhow, we arrived at the gigantic rock of stone mountain, parked, chugged the remainder of alcohol we had and peeped behind the car to smoke a quick joint.

I stood in the dark hallway leading up to my room with my mouth hanging open. I could not believe my eyes. My room! It was forced open. Someone has invaded my sacred space. I dropped my schoolbag and walked towards my room. I slowly opened the door further and looked around. It was a mess. Or a least a part of it was. My table drawer was open. All its contents were on top of my table. Some were on the floor. Others, mostly paper stuff, were already in the trash bin next to the narra study table.

I remember it being a cold night and I attended a concert in town. There were several Jazz bands playing, the vibe and the music were awesome and I recall thinking that the only thing missing was a bottle of good Bourbon.

When the concert got started I was already very comfortable on my seat; and by the second number this elegant, beautiful girl came out of nowhere and sat on the cathedra next to me. I said hi, she said hi back, and seemed interested in yours truly.

This freaking class is kicking my butt. It is not easy by any means, I can hardly keep up. No cruising through it, no relaxing at any time. Never a field day. I have to be alert, paying attention to everything, with all my senses focused on the events of the night.

"Dude, I think you're losing it" he said, when I got up after breakfast and put my used plate inside the fridge. "Wow ha-ha," he chuckled.

I had done things like that before. Once putting the jar of mayonnaise in the pantry and other times going out of the house, and having to call my neighbor and beg him to get in to shut off the stove burner heating the water in the tea kettle, that I had left on.

"Oh come on." I replied, and smiled back at him. "We all do that right? I'm getting a bit old."

Well, thank goodness for the Den. I've enjoyed my time here, and enjoyed reading the submissions of my fellow Denizens. But now, my feelings run to more than enjoyment; indeed, they run to gratitude.

I'm a MAC user. I have been for several years, and I think the MAC is an OS that is superior to Windows. Of course, it costs more as well. I have an iMAC with the Boot Camp software. Boot Camp allows you to load both Leopard, which is the Apple OS, and Windows. With Boot Camp, you get to make your choice which OS you want when you boot.

This is a glimpse into what it's like having ADD as a mom and the head of a household.

This is in the period of about one hour.

On December 6, I had surgery to remove a necrotic salivary gland from the right side of my neck. I was down for a week in recovery. On December 10, my brother's oldest child and one of my godchildren, traveled north from Arlington, Virginia for a visit, returning on December 11. We had an interesting breakfast on the eleventh, and I think some of you may find it humorous.

Author's Note

This autobiographical history was written several years ago in response to a colleague who had spent his entire life in wealth and affluence. He had made a silly statement on how the people of the coal regions, being poor, could not possibly enjoy the holidays.

I have cleaned it up a bit and brought it up to date.

A Bit of History