Richard Norway
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I too am enjoying this story, and the six chapters in the hospital are not an issue. Characters have been introduced, anticipation of the future of these characters is building and the story is moving forward. The staccato of some of the text may not be the Queens English, but it heightens the scene being presented. It works. Thank goodness the author is posting chapters quickly.
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I just ran across this article on BBC News and it made me cry. What an inspiring tale for all of us to hear.
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Cole...we need to read the rest of that story. What a great beginning!
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Don't worry James. That cat will grow into a real tiger.
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Thanks Camy. I downloaded it and was about to try it, but stopped. Does anyone know how large (file size) a typical full length movie will be in MPEG format?
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I just read chapter 2, and this story is getting very interesting. Ron really knows how to get you to love his characters.
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Well said James.
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And you think you had it bad in Mississippi
http://gayrights.change.org/blog/view/the_...exuals_on_earth
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Wordy? I had to get the reader to understand the transformation in Elliot. Sorry if I used too many notes. Oops, sorry. That was from Amadeus.
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Look guy's, I know it went over 1,000 words, but 1,070 words is better that the last one at 1,086 words. I'll take my chances that you'll accept this, even bow, beg that you'll forgive me for the extra wordage.
Tomorrow
by Richard Norway
'Tomorrow,' Elliot thought.
"Shit, why me? What did I ever do to him?
"Look El, you're the one that just HAD to piss him off by the way you treated him."
"Yeah Colin, go ahead and take Jason's side."
"I'm not taking anyone's side! I'm trying to tell you that he's going to fight you tomorrow because of the way you treated him. You treat him like shit and he never deserved that"
"Yeah, like what did I ever do to him?"
"Like what? Like WHAT? You've got to be kidding. When was the last time you ever just said 'hello' to him, just for no reason?
"Well, why should I? Everyone makes fun of him."
"Why? Because he's a nerd?"
"Well, yeah."
"I can't believe you man."
Colin got off of Elliot's bed and started walking around the room, his hands on his hips, pissed. Finally he stopped and turned toward his friend.
"Look El, do you remember what you did to him yesterday?"
"Yeah, I told him that he needed to get a life. And he does. He never joins us in B Ball. All he ever does is read his books."
"So?"
"Well, that's just not normal Colin. Guys should hang together. He just never does."
"El, how long have you known him?"
"We grew up together since we were like three when I moved in next door to him."
"Has he been a friend before?"
"Well, yeah. We grew up together, and played together."
"So what's changed between you and him?"
"Ever since we got in high school, he's just been weird. He's just changed."
"Like how?"
"What do you mean, like how? You've seen him. He's just avoiding me."
"Yeah, right. You're avoiding him."
"I am not!"
"Get off it you dipshit, Elliot. You are too. It seems like you're trying your damnest to put a space between you two."
Silence.
Elliot stayed on his bed, but turned his face from Colin. A moment passed between the two boys.
Elliot finally turned his eyes back toward Colin.
"You think so? Have I really been doing that?"
"Yeah, man. You have."
Elliot stopped and thought for a moment, not turning his gaze on his friend Colin, starring at him.
"I've been a shit, haven't I?"
"Yeah, big time."
"Jason's going to kick my butt tomorrow, isn't he?"
"Yeah, there's a good chance of that. He's got you by two inches and like twenty pounds, you know?"
"Shit. Tomorrow's my birthday, you know? Why of all days does he have to do that."
"Oh man, you know why. Just try to be his friend from now on. He's been trying to be yours, but you've been so wrapped up in 'image.' So what if he's a little bit different than you. So what if he likes to read more than the comic books that you read. He's still a friend, right?"
"Yeah. He's been there for me," Elliot looking out the window.
"He's always been there for you. Didn't you know that?"
"Yeah, I guess I did. There was this one time. Just after my mom died, Jason came by to see me."
Elliot got off the bed and walked to the window, looking at the oak tree wavering in the wind. He paused for a moment, not keeping his eyes from wavering from that tree.
"Colin, he was the only one from school that ever came to see me, besides you."
Colin moved to his friend and put his arm over his shoulder.
"See what I mean El. He really wants to be your friend."
Elliot turned abruptly, throwing Colin's arm off of him.
"But he wants to fight me. He wants to kick my butt tomorrow."
"Yeah, and you deserve it too."
"I know, but shit. I don't want to fight him."
"Then don't."
"What? The whole school heard what he said. I don't know how to get out of this."
"So, where are you supposed to meet?"
"At his house, next door, an hour after school lets out. I guess his parents won't be home so he can annihilate me."
"You want me there tomorrow with you?"
"Yeah. And bring a wet rag to wipe up my blood."
When Elliot's last class bell rang to send him home, he hung back. He knew what was coming. Jason deserved to pound him, and he knew it, and he knew that Jason could do it.
Slowly he got up from his desk and started his long and lonely trek home. His eyes filled with relief as he saw Colin come up beside him.
"Thanks man. Thanks for being here." Elliot said as he looked at his friend.
"What are friends for, man?"
Elliot turned and started the walk down death row. Slowly his house came into view and then Jason's home next to his own house came into view. Elliot's heart beat increased. He knew that it was time to face the music and that he was about to have the shit beaten out of him, but he also knew that his friend Colin was there with him.
"Colin? I don't want to fight him."
"I know. Well, I figured that you didn't. What are you going to do?"
"I think I want to apologize to him."
"For being a dick?"
"Yeah. I have been. I hope that I get the black eye after I say what I have to say."
"I hope you get two black eyes."
"What?"
"Don't you deserve both?"
"Why don't you go home? You're not helping much."
Colin put his arm around Elliot's shoulder and headed him toward his doom.
"Come man. Let's just get this over with."
The two boys walked up to Jason's front door, Elliot pulling back slightly before Colin rang the door bell.
The door opened in an instant by Jason. He stood silently observing his 'guests' for a moment before he spoke.
"Welcome," with an evil and foreboding grin.
Stepping aside, Jason bowed his hand in a welcoming gesture for his friends to enter.
Forthcoming dread filled Elliot. He couldn't move. Finally Colin grabbed Elliot's hand and pulled him into the house.
The house erupted with the sounds of "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Elliot. Happy Birthday to you." from all of his friends.
Elliot turned toward Jason.
"You shit."
"Yeah. Aren't I though." was all Jason said.
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My condolences to you James and to your family. We all share in your loss. :(
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You're right Kap. People seem to be attracted to the headlines, the drama, but the details give a much different picture. It is truly unfortunate that people want the "quick fix" and are unwilling to ferret out the "true' story about anything. Where has questioning gone?
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Wow! I can't believe that he's only 12 years old (will be 13 on this Wednesday, 9/2/09). He only picked up the guitar 3 years ago.
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I'm starting to use Open Office now. I find the spreadsheet loading a little slower than MS Excel though. I'd like to wait for our resident computer nerd's (Colin) reply.
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Yes! I looked at the Firefox's plugins. They're not just user interfaces, but much more. I recommend anyone using Firefox to look at them. Good call Rick.
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I am never 100% satisfied with anything that I have ever written. You're like me and every other writer. We're our worst critiques.
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Wow! That was good Maddy. I showed it to David, and yes, I told him you wrote it.
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I will agree with Pec. I have my own religious belief that I have formulated over the years. And it's mine, not associated with any particular organized church or dogma. I'm not a religious zealot that I have to present to the world what my beliefs are. They're mine and it's the way I conduct my life, and I'm happy and content with that.
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Falwell tried this after 9/11
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I tried the link here in New Mexico, and it's gone from here too.
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Rugby! That's that tough, rough and tumble and homophobic sport played in Britain and Oz. Hmmm. I wonder.
I just ran across the article that might interest you.
http://www.towleroad.com/2009/08/australia...homophobia.html
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Well ladies, gentlemen and others. It happened today. I got a call this afternoon from the foster care agency that we're dealing with and they want me to look at a possible placement in my home. OMG. I'm not sure if I was mentally prepared for it to ACTUALLY happen. I was a nervous wreck the rest of the afternoon. So I pick up David after his work, and explain where we're headed. Geez, he was more nervous than I was. And we head over to the agency. There they brought us into a conference room and started telling us about this kid. His name is Dustin and he's 11 years old. I can't tell you why he's in foster care or any of his background, or health as that's strictly held confidential, but our hearts went out to this kid. David and I talked briefly and accepted him (They gave us that choice).
Then they proceed to tell us that things have changed since our afternoon phone call and that he's become an emergency case. "Would we take him tonight," they asked. The first thing I asked myself was, 'Am I ready?' Then I felt so stupid and realized that this wasn't about me; this was about Dustin. David looked at me and nodded his head and I knew that he had just had that same internal conversation. We both said 'Yes' simultaneously.
Well, Dustin is now in my home. He's asleep right now as he has school tomorrow, which I'll be driving him to as I need to talk to his principal and teachers.
I can't tell you all what a wonderful kid he is. Yes he has issues, but...and here I wish I could tell you all about it, but, again, there are confidentiality issues.
I'm definitely going to start a blog about this experience. Right now I'm on an emotional high, that my dreams of 'making a difference' are coming true.
I won't use this tread anymore for future comments, but put them in a blog.
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I am forever forlorn when I hear people say, "I just don't care for classical music."
I guess people don't like what they are unaccustomed to. When I was 8 or 9 years old, my mother bought a set of 45 rpm records of Beethoven's symphonies. Can anyone remember those? I was absolutely enthralled by the sounds, but more so by the emotions that they brought out in me. I don't look down on people who say they don't like classical music, but rather I feel sorry for them, for not having the opportunity to experience it's richness. David was not raised in a household that listened to classic music. And when I bought season tickets to the LA Philharmonic, he was aghast. But one performance of Gustav Holst's "Mars" from the planets had him crying at what he had missed.
Most of what I have written was accomplished with the sounds that set the mood that I wanted to feel for a particular scene. Copeland does it for me.
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Semicolons? SEMICOLONS? Who needs those f***ing semicolons anyway. Just add periods, new sentences and commas.
From the other perspective:
He slowly, sensuously slipped me into his mouth. Shortly afterward, i could feel his tongue caress my tip. He loves me; I could tell. (See, a semicolon.) I wondered how long he would make me last. I can be good to him. I know it. I know he loves Cubans, We're so sensual, and so expensive, but I know he has good tastes. He's the one that wants me, and he can afford me. My essence swirls around his nose and he inhales me...all of me.
Okay! That's enough! You'd think this was Nifty or something!
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As most of you know, the United States is in a lot of trouble and what we do affects a lot of people around the world. Our government has stepped in where it traditionally has no business being in, but trying times require nontraditional responses. I just hope that when our crises are over that our government steps down from it's 'take care of everybody' role.