Chapter One

It was a long day, even before it went down hill. Of course, he couldn't have seen what was going to happen, but if he had? Jackson would have stayed in bed and forgotten all of his plans. Then again, if that had happened, he would not have been on such a grand adventure. . . he would be dead.

Jacksons difficult day began with an annoying alarm, he had already not slept well but now this piece of shit was going to drive him insane long before sleep deprivation. He rolled and dropped a fist on it--repeatedly--until it cracked and died. He turned his wrist over to see how long it had been going off only to find out it was 9:00 a.m. and he was supposed to be leaving for the bus station at 8:30.
"Oh come on!" He threw off his sheets and made his way through the mess he called an apartment to find clothes suitable enough to wear.

Not finding any around the house he reached into a laundry bag in the living room and clawed through it to find a dark blue button up, which he left open, exposing his white tank top, and a pair of jeans with no holes. "Shoes, shoes, where the f. . ." He stopped in the doorway of the living-room kitchen area and found his only pair of good shoes under the table being nibbled on by his dog Cujo. "Buddy what're you doing?" He grabbed the first one out of the puppy's jaw and the second one before he could try and grab it. Thankfully the shoes looked ok besides being slobbered on by a german shepherd. "Come'on Cuj' lets go for a ride." He waved his arm to the door and he was off like a bullet. He started sliding on the wooden paneling by the doorbut got his bearings, enough to bark twice and ring the bell that was kept for him. Jack grabbed the leash and put it on while opening the door, just in time for Cujo to running for the car.

"Easy boy, Easy!" He held on but it was all fun and games for the pup. Once the were both setled in they were off. He pulled into the bus station which was only a 5 minute drive from his house, he looked around for who he was picking up. When he didn't see her he climbed out of the running car and ran inside to look.

"God damnit girl." He muttered, he rubbed his hands together to try and rid himself of the bite of the october air, he walked to the front desk. "Excuse me." He asked the front desk lady. She was staring very intently at a romance novel, apparently it was a good part because she held up a finger with a long red (and possibly manicured) nail. When she finally looked up the smile left her face after she gave him a once over and started on chewing gum.

"Yes?"

"Can you tell me when the bus from. . .Shit uh. . . I don't know where it's coming from but it was coming in at like 8:35?"

"Sir no bus comes in at that time until. . ." She turned toward her computer, looked at what was probably the schedule and looked back, "tonight."

Jack blinked. "What?"

"8:35 bus from Bangor to Augusta is this evening, not this morning sir." She pulled the screen so he could see and she was right. He nodded, sighed and left. "Have a nice day sir." She said to his back.

He climbed back in the car fuming that he had gotten it wrong. It was then he wondered why his alarm was set to that time. He never woke u that early. A light clicked on in his head a he dialed the number for Grace. When it rang three times and went to voicemail he knew he was in trouble. He called again and this time she picked up. "I don't want to talk to you Jackson. This is the third time you've left me high and dry and I will not stand for this. . ."

He sighed. "Grace, Grace. Wait ill you just listen for one second. . . Ok that language is not nice. . . Grace!" She finally stopped for a second, shocked that he was yelling. "I'm sorry about yelling, and I'm sorry I wasn't there but I do have a good reason. I confused the times. I thought we had a dinner date and I thought I had to pick up someone this morning, but I guess it was the opposite times."

She gasped. "Who the hell are you picking?"

"Jocelyn, my little cousin. Why do you think through the 3 years. . .

"4 years. . ."

"ok 4 years we have been together I usually don't see you on this weekend? It's her birthday and I always see her. When I moved down here she missed me on her birthday so I drove down, then we made a deal that each year I would either drive and see her or she would come visit me."

Jack heard a sniffle on the other end of the phone. "That is so cute Jackie." He roled his eyes at his pet name. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed back home to try and get some work done. "Of course I understand. Can I meet her?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know tomorrow what's going on. She likes to bring up a notebook of ideas that we go through and try to do at least two so I'll ask her. This is her weekend after all."

"Wait. . ." Static filled the phone as Grace sat down, probably in her own car in a huff he figured. "Why is she so important to you?"

"After her Father died I would ride my bike to my Aunt's house after school and help out with anything I could. That was the big reason I first got a job was to help pay the bills for them. She thinks of me as a brother, maybe even a father in some ways." Jack started to recall the past, thinking of her as a daughter and more. "She even helped me when I got into some pretty bad things. She looked after me and I protected her." Another 'awe' filled the phone and Jack sk his head to clear his thoughts. "I'll talk to you tonight Grace, I got to get some work done."

They said their goodbyes as Jack pulled up to the apartment again where two men stood on his doorstep knocking and looking very angry.

"Can I help you boys?" Jack closed his door and opened the backseat to grab the dog who was whining and barking slightly and started walking to his apartment.

"Are you Jackson Carter? Resident of 4B of this complex? Author of Rising Storm and Power Surge?"

"Yeah." He answered hesitantly. "What's this about?"

"Have you seen or heard anything strange lately? A big dog wandering around. .." Cujo barked an nuzzled the other man who got down on one knee to pet him while Cujo licked his face. "Besides yours."

Jackson shook his head and called the dog back to his side. "Only noises or sights I've seen are Mr. Lewinsky in 2A ho gets drunk and yels at his wife before storming off to the bar a few blocks down." His hand that wasn't holding the collar naturally went to his pocket as he grabbed his phone. For some reason these men worried him enough that he wanted to make he had it in case anything happened.

"Well if that's the case just let us know if anything comes up." The first man shook his hand and headed over to the black car that Jack just now noticed, the other came up to Jack before reaching into his pocket for something, Jack tensed a little before he pulled a pad and paper out his jacket.

"Can I get an autograph sir? I'm a big fan." He gave a goofy grin as he held them out. Jack sighed and smiled back, taking the items and signing them. "Have a good day Mr. Carter."

Jack gave a small wave before unlocking his door and going in. He dropped his keys on the sideboard, and let Cujo off his leash who went straight to his bed by the window to make sure everything was in its place.

Although when Jack visited his study it was a different story. What was a room with books shoved on the shelves and papers all over an oak desk was a room that had the papers all over the floor and the books looked as if they were almost torn apart. "What the. . ." He felt for his phone which was going off and found a text from his aunt telling him his cousin had gotten on the bus and he needed to be there. He replied with a yes and went about fixing everything.

When he got to the window which was left open he saw the brush start to move. "Shit." He scrambled around the room trying to find a weapon and found a bat, and ran outside to find out just what was in his house.

Hello again

Good morning viewers of the world and readers....of few who actually see this. There's been much in my life and I wish to share. I have a new job, some may have heard of my firing and other such lovely (hateful) and joyous (pain in my @$$) response from the state of Maine. I now work at Kmart. No I will not say which one you stalkers xP. I have realize I have lost direction in my life and I am hoping that with my blog I can regain it. I shall hopefully write once a week and update on anything going on but now I have decided to also write a chapter a week story.... I have not decided on what...hopefully I will write later today and it will....*pauses*. One from the sky... I don't know but I will be doing so. It may show up anytime, one day after another or even a post on Sunday and then another one on the next Sunday. But we shall see. For those who do read this I will be making a group of people on Facebook, it will be private so ask if you would like anyone to join, but once the group is big enough we shall let it run free and maybe...maybe I can spread wide enough to actually get something done...lets wait and see ;)
Please feel free to leave comments on Facebook and let me know what needs to be fixed or changed, that means you sister...if you read this thing of course still. So...enjoy.

That Boy

I went walking today. I saw the strangest sight. I saw a boy of no older than 12 sitting on the pier to the river that leaked into the ocean. He sat there, his elbows on his knees, looking out to the disappearing sun, as it slid into the river and fell into the vast pacific ocean. Now as he did this, he would take a bite of food from some food I could not see exactly what, and HAND it to a seagull. They were so close to I'm, but they did not make any noise like they usually did when someone was close with food they might be able to have.

When one of the birds had gotten a piece, it would leave the boy and eat it, and another creatures would hop up next to him for their turn to eat. All this time the boy stared off at the sun like he may never see it again...not finding it strange that seagulls of all being were being polite.

If a fight broken out between any of them, he would get up, break the piece of food they were fighting over and hand it back to them. Even more surprising was when I finally realized he was done. He patted the last one on the head, and got up to leave. As his feet touched the ground, all of the birds got up at once and flew off to sit on the river.

The boy walked over to a sketch pad I had failed to see earlier and began to paint the picture of the sun sinking away, but as I watched the movements of his brush, I some how knew he wasn't painting the sun NOW but painting the sun as it HAD been, because the sun was almost gone, and there was little light left in the day if any at all.

One of the seagulls he had been feeding sat beside him and as he finished painting he held up his arm and the bird sat upon it. That was how I saw him walk off. A sketch book in one hand and a seagull on the other...

Loved for one night

Some love stories, are short stories....but love stories all the same. I was told that once, and I believe it to be true. When I was younger, around twenty or nineteen, I don't remember the age exactly, I went to a party at a friend's house. I knew them from work and I didn't know exactly what to expect. I tried to wear something to look nice but also still look like me.

I chose to wear a pair of dark blue jeans, the tightest fitting I had, which only slightly clung to my legs really, with a graphic tee. It had this tree which at it's base was almost-bright blue and slowly faded to white with white crows flying from the petrified branches. Over that I wore my favorite dark blue flannel and my perfect fitting leather jacket. A girlfriend I dated later told me it was the hottest thing I had ever owned.

Anyways, I drove up and  walked inside, music was blasting from two different rooms, people were laughing, having fun and just enjoying themselves. I met up with my friend who told me I could stay the night if I got to drunk and I nodded smiling but I knew right away I wasn't going to stay long. All around me were people I could easily classify as not people I fit with... Except her.

She stood in the corner looking as if she were listening intently on the guy she was speaking to, yet I could somehow tell she could care less. I remember everything about her style. She had blonde hair that ended at her shoulder, I could just make out the tip of pink from underneath. She had on this, knee-length red dress and a black leather jacket over it, like she could leave anytime but she stayed because who she talked to kept her attention. I decided to save her.

I walked up and hugged her "there you are babe!" I exclaimed, I kissed her cheek and put my arm around her shoulders. "sorry I'm so late, I just got caught up in my writing I didn't realize the time." she looked at me like she didn't know me, of course, and so did the guy.

"this is your date?" he asked.

"no I called her babe cause she reminds of that famous pig and I gave her a nickname." she giggled and covered her mouth as she realized I was trying to save her.

"sorry I forgot to mention him. He's a small time author and I've only recently...started dating" I looked in her eyes which were this watered blue (which is the best I can described the color).

"really you're a novelist? What do you write..."

"I started a new book, about a guy who was talking to someone else's date and didn't end up alive. Thrilling tale with some nasty pictures," I pointed to the girl beside me, " she's the one doing the artwork actually." I watched him leave shaking his head. "nice meeting you!" I said to him.

"smooth....and you would be" she turned towards me.

"nick, you?"

"none of your business just yet, how'd you know I drew?"

"you might wanna try washing your hands more thoroughly next time, not all the paint came off." I looked at her forearm which the jacket had showed for only a second, the deep purple seeming awkward.

"good eye." she scrubbed a little to try and get it off and I chuckled. "what?"

"you're cute is all. I'd like to actually get to know you and none of this...preppy crowd." her eyes met mine and I don't know how I knew but I just felt...perfect. If there was a better way to say it I would but. That night we talked, by four in the morning we had found our way in bed and after that...I woke up and she was gone. Replaced by a picture of us sleeping, herself wrapped in my arms and a slight smile on my face. On the back it simply said "thank you for a wonderful night, but I do have a boyfriend already and in a moment of weakness between us I let this happen. I'm sorry for leading you on,

Love with all of last night...and not an ounce more...

A girl in a red dress.

To this day I don't know her name. I loved her I know that, but remembering how much I knew, I don't think it would have lasted. Your mother on the other hand I can love forever and I plan to. Love is many different things, and can be done in an infinite number of styles. And this Romeo, likes more than one night stands.

Inspired by fictitious events....

Updates to the Wazoo

I haven't been on here in a while and I'm sorry for those who have the eye on my posts...(AKA no one but hey this makes me feel better). Let me see. Still at my job and just going crazy at the fact my girl isn't here, she's off at college. I want her here. I can't stand being alone, and yes I have a cat now who is like demonic but still. I miss the feel of her arms around me as we sleep. The feel of her breath on my chest as we lay together enjoying each others company.
I think I've ranted enough in this post. I'll try to be on the ball more often
Thank you and goodnight.