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Drowning By Michael H C Parker Chapter 2: Page 10 When her eyes opened to the world she was greeted by a blurry mass of white tile.  In the next few moments as everything came into view and she scanned the room she spotted two people on the opposite end of the room with their backs facing her.  When she raised up in the bed the two turned to her, both with not a smile between them.  There was a great difference when you were dealing with some one you needed as opposed to one that you simply wanted to deal with she thought.  This was just an example of the random thoughts that she was not sure how she knew of them, she just did.  One of

Drowning: By Michael H.C. Parker Drowning By Michael H C Parker Chapter 1:Page 1 There is something startling and simply amazing about the way cold rain feels on a hot face.  Every drop attempts to rip the heat from the depths of your flesh.  Each drop striking through your skin and muscle down to the bone.  A person might consider themselves lucky for this to be the first thing that they experienced in life.  In that moment it was the only thing that even mattered to her.  It was the only thing that she could have ever imagined being as soulful and as elegantly beautiful as it was.  To her, nothing could have even come close.  It was a bea

Out with the old and in with the new. Is that not what they allways say? They rattle off in toungues with sayings. They is a group that one may never know. for to each of us there will allways be "they" One can not establish contact. or counteract with life interactions A fatal contract se in stone before o e could even think to react. it is a settin sun situation. we will all be beffudled As we stare into the sun. no great vision to save or discount Some great lifespan we all wont understand. we do not understand for that is the way. the way the world with wonders we wave We wave them away because we are told to. underlining messages in med

The Ferrymen Chronicles #1 Five Seconds Page 4 Before this day I had never taken twenty steps in such a short period of time as one and a half seconds.  The most I had ever done in that period of time was twelve, and that had me laid up in a bed for twenty four hours.  By the time I stepped up to the side of  Bill I knew that this was going to do a hell of a lot more than that.  I would be surprised if either leg remained in one piece. The only lucky part of the whole thing was that he had just pulled the trigger for another shot.  So I just moved the barrel of his gun to his leg and would let time do the rest.  I could feel my legs going c

The Ferrymen Chronicles #1 Five Seconds Page 3 I had not heard the sound of their rifles yet.  You see sound was a funny thing when things were sped up as fast as they were right now.  The bullets from Alverez's gun were just now moving past me and the sound of the shot was not far behind.  The sound of a cracking board was making a low hum at the moment but in just another moment the sound of Alverez's shot would be ringing my ears enough to make me think that they were going to bleed or fall off.  Both sounds would move on in due time, but being in the middle of a sound wave seemed to attempt to make one go mad. The two would be ambushers

The Ferrymen Chronicles #1 Five Seconds Page 2 So we both stood like statues, staring each other dead in the eyes.  He was a good twenty or so paces off from me, his hand floated menacingly above the gun at his waste belt.  I could not think to raise my hand to my own hip as I slowed my breathing and began to take mental control over the beating of my heart.  The only noise that could be heard in the crowded streets of the vast underground cavern that held the town of Stillwater was the occasional pop and crack of resettling boards.  I had to focus to slow my bodily functions and my thoughts to be able to read all of Alverez's.  I had to rea

The Ferrymen Chronicles #1: Five Seconds Page 1 My name is Travin, I am a ferryman by trade.  I am a very talented one at that if I might say so myself.  I have escorted more than a hundred times without any loss of life.  In fact in my whole career as a ferryman I have but lost one man during an escort.  Either one is something that hardly any ferryman could boast, if any at all.  I like escort jobs more than the other ones that people tend to try to hire me for.  You see we were created for escorts, but people seem to look at us as hired guns more often than not and ask us to do a great many other things besides just escort caravans from

I AM A poem by Michael H. C. Parker There is a beast residing within me, He strives on everyday to make something of my life, Pounding bloody fists on the wall of my psyche that I see, Pushing my will to break free from strife. It commits me to the change into a different man, Making me yearn to be a giant for all to see, The sense of it permeates my dance from mind to hand, Matter-of-fact I can not let myself be. Living and breathing the beast, All the while soaked in love, Life is a whirlwind in the least, Love and the beast are what I get a hold of, The core and essence of what I am, Love and the beast that is determination, Intertwin

A proposal for freelance literary work (Lebanon tn) When I was but a child my path was laid out before me. This destiny of mine pre-existed even my understanding of the harsh world around me. despite the lack of understanding, I took to my destiny with ease. I needed not the fancy toys of my brethren. Simple twigs became scenes of love and destruction in my mind. piece's of inanimate objects saw the birth and death of entire universes in my not yet developed imagination. I took this and made it the very fiber of my being. It not only became part of me, it became the core of me. Through two decades I have not shown my true self to the world.