Chapter 7   The faded white clap board house looked exactly like it did six years ago.   The outhouse still stood outback, though leaning precariously to one side.   Several dirty children played in the dirt which Jake supposed was once a lawn.     The creaky screen door burst open and a large bear of a man stepped out on the porch.   He wore stained jeans, cowboy boots, and no shirt.   His dirty brown hair was slicked back.   He bra...

Chapter 5   Jake pushed open the door to Kelly’s shortly after noon.   The place was packed.   Ranch hands in dirty jeans with sweat stained Stetsons in their laps, sat among shop owners and clerks in various attire.   The general din was barely below a roar.    Jake saw a hand go up in the back, made eye contact with Myrr, and nodded.   Steven Myrr was almost six feet tall, around 160 pounds.   Sharp angeled cheek bones protruded f...

Chapter 3   “I’m sorry Sheriff,” the barely five foot tall Hispanic receptionist at the Carr County Courthouse said.   “Sheriff Myrr isn’t in his office.”   “How convenient,” Deputy Adams muttered.   Jake wasn’t having any luck today, getting to work late and missing Ike Miller, then his truck not being ready, and now a new receptionist when he was on fairly good terms with the old one.   &ld...

JUDE   Chapter 1   “ She never mentions the word addiction, in certain company ,” ejaculated the overloud alarm clock.   Jake moaned.   6am already?   Where the hell did the weekend go?   And why did it feel like a tom cat shit in his mouth?   Without cracking an eye, he reached a heavy hand over and hit snooze.   Ten more minutes would do him, and his employer, a world of good.   “You up?” &...

This morning at 3am my three year old started screaming, not a cry out for his mama, but a blood curdling “I AM TERRIFIED” type scream.   He’s never screamed like that in his entire life.   I jumped out of my warm cocoon of quilts and in the three seconds it took to get to my bedroom door I thought …. nightmare, but since he was still screaming, a stranger in his room.   Too late, I already passed the baseball bat.   I yanked my bedroom door open, ...

I have blogged on JU for just over a year.  Sometimes I write about personal things, sometimes the past, sometimes fiction, sometimes whatever. While I am always eager and so thankful people read, I am certainly not in the top 10, or even the top 20, heh.  So while I know a few people read me, I never realized until today how powerful JU and the net can be. I wrote STEP MONSTER . Link some time ago, and in it I mention a friend, named Drachel, a couple times.  I l...

So I was reading Dharma's recent adventures in candy making.  http://dharmagrl.joeuser.com/index.asp?AID=136869 And had an idea. Would anyone be interested in baking cookies, or fudge, or whatever confection they like for the holidays and doing a JU swap? We could get a list of names together of people who want to participate and "draw names" that way each person will only mail one package. What do you think? Anyone game?

San Chino calls it stream of conscious writing.  This is my everyday version. Here I am minding everybody’s business and nothing is happening.   People say it’s an exciting world, but in suburbia excitement is outlawed.   Yes, by the majority.   This is America after all.   Ribbons.   Not regular ribbons, or even ribbons in a little girl’s hair.   Th e magnetic ones.   Low rider pants big in da hood?   Magnetic ribbons are i...

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“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." - Albert Einstein                                      ...

Chapter 31   Mikota stood naked and watched the suns set from a window in King Kryler’s chamber.   Sleek dampness leaked down sore inner thighs to drip on the cold stone floor at her feet.   A fitting place for his seed, she thought, and refused to think about the contents of her belly.   She did not turn from the window or bother dressing.   Slaves silently filled the huge bronze tub with steaming hot water and changed the blood and seed soaked sh...

Chapter 30   Rainn watched the trio on the trail from the air.   She saw Cade’s upturned face and knew he was aware of her presence as soon as she was within striking distance.   She smiled inside the small bill of the colorful bird she mimicked.   Yes, his Wardex gift was strong.   It was just as well, he would need every bit of it in the coming battle.   Mindful of the war hound, she glided between the riders to an area ahead o...

Chapter 29   In the predawn stillness of the forest, the sound of two horses moving slowly down the dirt trail echoed back from the darkness.   Cade held up his hand and stopped their progress.   Dirk slid from Sarsus simultaneously pulling sword from sheath.   Razar crouched low and disappeared into the frost sprinkled underbrush at Cade’s signal.   Thick dense forests of fir, aspen, and birch surrounded the Wardex settlement to the south and west...

Chapter 28   Mikael found Gainrel in what was fast becoming his habitual place, behind Baran Wardex who at the moment was sitting at the head of the Alai.   Mikael gave a quick nod of recognition to Thaddeus, the Legna assigned Baran, then to each of the other Legna standing behind their Wardex.   Golden breast plates gleamed from an internal light and each wore a stoic expression upon his face.   A silver sword was strapped to every hip.   “Cade l...