marius

Linda’s Friend

I got off the plane in Providence, Rhode Island. My sister, Linda, met me, along with her boyfriend who seemed fine, Tom the architect major, Jim the journalism major, some girl named Patty, and Morris. Not sure if Morris was a student, but he unnerved me.

He had FILTHY hair. He smelled. His beard was a scraggle and his clothing was the same. He had the shakes. We got into the boyfriend’s van and I eyed Morris carefully. He was rolling a joint. They were all getting high. I was not sure about my sister’s friends, especially Morris.

That night the men fixed something wonderful for dinner but I don’t remember it, I remember Morris, aka Reginald Morrison. He drank more than I knew was possible, stayed up all night, howled at the moon (not kidding) and people were calling him “The Mystic.”

The next morning I was given a tour of Brown University. People were dancing, playing guitars and the redbud trees had just popped into bloom.
Then, early Monday, about twenty of us drove caravan-style to the place you go to report for the draft.

Morris was wearing high heels, stockings, a silly mini-skirt and had a gigantic gaudy purse. He could barely walk. I was okay with this because my sister explained: Morris did not want to go to Viet Nam. He’d been drinking, taking speed and not sleeping for days. Hoped it’d be enough to get him the 4-F.

While he went to get the physical, we prepared a picnic. Someone pulled out the biggest bottle of wine I’d ever seen. There was also cheese, French bread, fruit and magic brownies. In about an hour Morris found us. He smiled real big and said, “I’m 4F and I'm gonna drink half that bottle and sleep for a week!”

I was there three more days and found Morris to be a sweet fellow, especially after he showered. He still had the shakes when I boarded the plane to go home. Guess war will do that to you.

marius

Midnight, thanks for kind words. Yeah, second story has me scratching the head too. : ) Sorry this word list is not speaking to you yet. Have you tried re-arranging the word list? marius did that first thing, seems to have worked.

Doug is back! [(smiles) ... his house buying is going well?]

marius

Yes, last story is WAY over word count. That's the way it goes. : )

Qsilv

Talk about kick-ass last lines! ROFL... "Guess war will do that to you"


(no... no.... no.... no.... NO.... Q is NOT here... not... not... n......)

giraffe

Midnight. Here's a challenge. Take the word "brown" and start writing. Then as you go along, add the other words (or not). See what you come up with.

giraffe

No title. It's disgusting, mean and offensive. Don't read it.

I just bought a new CaraVan today and she drives like a dream. I was bug eyed when I first saw it - a total chick magnet (or should I say girl magnet?).

I have danced around this idea for a couple months. Should I get the CaraVan or the Toyota? Somebody mooned me out of a Prius, so I don't want that. Bad memories.

The thing I like about the CaraVan is the "mist-stick" that adds a pretty smell to the air. I haul ASS down the road and show 'em who's boss and it smells good in here. I don't know how their car smells, but not this good. I made a great choice,

Now I'm gonna go find one. One of the sluts who never thought I'd ever be good enough to own a CaraVan. Maybe one who looks just like her.

There's one. She's got brown eyes you could look into for a year. Problem is she's my wife. She also gave me MORE, A-SON.

Our cat has the cutest toes. Our son is a rebel, but we still love him. His Goth thing doesn't match with our Motels thing. We get along and he's gonna love this CaraVan.

"Honey, would you call Greg? I want him home now! There was a death two blocks away."

"He's not answering and it's the police out there coming to our door."

"Ma'am, do you own a CaraVan?"

"No. Why?"

"One ran over a young man and we think it might be the one sitting in your driveway."

Emblem.

midnightpoet

giraffe, I didn't find it disgusting, mean, or offensive...but I'm a pretty twisted person. I thought it was great, loved the "MORE, A-SON"...and literally laughed out loud at "Emblem." there at the end.

Dragon

I didn't find it offensive either. I especially liked the random "Our cat has the cutest toes" line. And I too laughed out loud at Emblem.

marius

That makes three LOL's at Emblem! Also laughed at: "It's disgusting, mean and offensive. Don't read it." Ending did catch by surprise and agree with Dragon ... "Our cat has the cutest toes," is a nice touch. Thought the atmosphere of this one quite ... hmmm ... well, just carried you along like a busy little stream until bam - canoe slammed into a rock! : )

Dragon

This is ridiculously over the wod limit but I can't choose myself for the next torch bearer so I'm not too worried about it.

Riding Rearguard

I was riding in the rearguard, slogging along with the foot soldiers and mercenaries eating the dust of the entire army ahead of us and guarding the long caravan of supply wagons as they trundled along. It wasn’t my normal place, usually I would be riding in the van with the rest of the Lord Morris’s warband if not for the matter of a little fight with a bannerman.
Lord Morris was an absolute madman, he kept a mystic with him at all times to watch for goblins which were tricky bastards he always told us. He carefully told every man in his warband to dip their sword blades and arrow tips in salt because that was the only way to ensure the steel would kill the deceitful little buggers. None of us doubted he was insane but there wasn’t a man among us who wouldn’t follow Lord Morris on the battlefield. The man was like a war god, if he told us he were going to war against the Devil himself we’d line up behind him and wonder what kind of armour we’d wear into Hell.
It was the mystic who broke up our fight. It was a stupid thing, coming to blows over a brown eyed whore. The girl had gone off with someone else before we’d even started dancing around eachother but we hadn’t noticed in our fervour. Lord Morris didn’t allow fighting so we’d both found ourselves plodding along with the packhorses.
We could hardly believe it when the entire line was beset by stinking goblins. I thought I’d drunk too much moonshine the night before until the mercenary beside me went down with a goblins blade in his throat. We fought like madmen that day against a foe who seemed to spring back up after every blow, every blow by a blade not dipped in salt anyway. I guess Lord Morris wasn’t such a madman after all.

marius

Very nice Dragon, and you must tell us what you read. (Well, you don't HAVE to, but curiosity here.) Will guess: Dragon reads fantasy and perhaps Merlin stories, and most probably Dragon stories. Yes? No? There is just a flavor to your writing that speaks so true to those stories. Like it very much.

giraffe

OK Dragon. You raised the bar. Rationale for insane warlords. The pecking order of his followers and the goblins they are against. Whew! I feel sorry for the whore. Whose delusion does she have to buy into next? Very impressive.

giraffe

This is shamelessly disgusting. Not a true story, but close.

INNOCENCE

I'm old enough to remember seeing Jim Morrison perform on stage. We all know The Doors. He was known for exposing himself in his shows. He didn't do that when I saw him, but I was hoping he would. Instead, at the end of his concert he asked the audience who was going to be his next screw. I was too shy to raise my hand.

He was too sweaty and drugged out anyway. The mystic songwriter just took a step down in my eyes. Maybe if he'd shown us a piece of his action, well... my van was right outside. I think he wanted a girl anyway. Pie-eyed girl with long brown hair. I bet he had good drugs.

Another missed opportunity. It was his loss. The moon was full and I was ready to pop. I followed the caravan out of the parking lot. There's a dance bar on Broadway and maybe I'll get lucky there.

Soon as I walk into the place, Galoria walks up acting all hot. Wanted me for at least a year. He/she just doesn't turn my crank. So I end up taking Bob home again. Great body, ex-Marine, needy (just how I like them),

Marilyn got really pissed off when we got there.

Looking back on those innocent, lovely times, I laugh a little. Too shy for Morrison, too masculine for Galoria, but good enough for Bob, too complex and stupid for Marilyn. What's it all mean?

Your main squeeze? Your hopeful lust? You pave your own road.

Doug

giraffe: Sorry about the "usage errors". Told ya' this was not my best effort; just getting warmed up. Reached an agreement on buying a home so I have been busy setting up insurance, financing and so on.. I might just blip out another one before I lay down for the day...

Doug

This is either an exercise in futility, derangement, or just one of Doug's "random thoughts" that tie together somehow into a word tangle or shambles.

Send shivers down my spine that sparkle into a moonlit pain so severe my arms are useless.
It is not always the dance of the nerve endings that play with my limbs and make them harmful to those who dare to be near.
I’ll join the caravan of carnivorous coyotes so that I may run with the wild and taste the fresh blood they find.
Blood pudding and brown gravy don’t quite cut it for dinner, but a roast of the choicest beef served seared for seconds and then thrown on a plate sounds quite satisfying.
Black-eyed peas are a neo-popular group, but also a tasty treat when served with sautéed butter and oodles of noodles. It’s funny the combinations we come up with when we are alone, hungry and no one is around to make fun of us.
My last girl was a gymnast and before that, I had a fling with a flower child. I think I preferred the gymnast.
Why do my thoughts seem so scattered? I think I’ve fallen into the trap of over thinking, overanalyzing, and over imagining everything again. Someone stop me!
The mystic knows nothing, the psychic is fake but Einstein had a mind of his own.
I parked my van on the curb in front of a fire hydrant with an expired registration plate and I didn’t get a ticket or towed. I think I need a new van.

I think it’s more than my arms that are useless. Morrison (my neighbor) said a brown-eyed-girl stole

Dragon

Did you run out of words Doug? Very abrupt ending, I half expected to see the word Emblem at the bottom

Liked yours too giraffe, especially that bit about losing some respect for an idol after he acts like a pig onstage. Our heros are never quite what we'd have them be are they.

marius I do indeed read mostly fantasy books (not surprisingly) and my preferred stories do often have dragons in them. I do really try not to judge books by their covers but lets face it, it's the cover art that catches our eyes first isn't it, and if it got a great looking dragon on it I'm probably going to have a look at what it's about. I'm also very fond of Stephen King and have read most of his stuff and I like Dean Koontz too. I've enjoyed Dan Browns stuff but they seem a little cookie cutter to me, their not like anyone else I've ever read but all of his stories seem to have a similar formula to each other. Other than that I guess the only thing I read regularly is National Geographic.

Dragon

-their +they're

giraffe

Doug. In my head, the Legend and the Punishers are your strongest work. I understand your confusion in this untitled 'random thoughts'. But it doesn't have that grit you usually present. It's kind of sexual though.

Dragon. Koontz is one of the few contemporary writers I read. Have you read Strangers? It's cool. He ties the story into an unbelievable knot then unravels it.

marius

giraffe - I liked that. Especially smiled at the title as the person actually feels innocent, doesn't know about or understand some things. Enjoyed it. And now, disagreement ... (tee hee)

... marius found herself thinking this might be one of her more favorites of Doug's work. Was able to connect with this character: felt the scattered thoughts, the fear of them, the confusing strangeness of life. I liked it! : )

Thanks for answering the question, Dragon. Appreciated. May try a Koontz book but we already know marius can not do King. : )

giraffe

Marius got it. Seriously, I read Kafka, Dostoyevsky, Ayn Rand, Tom Robbins, Vonnegut, Hesse and many others. Strangers by Koontz is pretty good.