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Words Apart (cont) Nathan's perspective
  "I was beginning to think you were a prism of my imagination," Nathan said, his rapid pulse making it difficult to breathe evenly. "Hi, I'm Nathan."
  The woman shifted slightly on the leather seat and held her hand out at an angle. "Yes, I know," she said with a laugh that sparkled like fingernails against a crystal glass. "Pleased to finally meet you, Nathan. My name is Jade."
  A shot of adrenaline fired through Nathan's blood stream so hard he swore he felt his pupils dilate. Did he know this woman? Why was she waiting for him in the car? He swallowed a persistent lump in his throat. It had been six years since he had gotten himself clean and sober, something for which he was eternally grateful. But every day, especially in crowds, he wondered if he would meet someone from his drinking past that he had only previously known while in a blackout stupor, someone with a grudge, or a hurt...or even a baby. She must have seen the look of panic on his face because she sud
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Literature
Leaves
Breathe me in
As you sit beneath
The branches holding
All my leaves
Just a moment to rest
Your tired heart
With me you're safe
To fall apart
Hold on to me
As you start to sink
Don't give up now
You're right on the brink
       Of
   Something
       Good
The currents of your mind
Swirling all as one
The demons swimming arm in arm
With angels of love
Light runs up your arms
Warm interlacing rays
Twisting heat through fingers
Find their way to my face
  Finally
 Sensing
       Me
Did you know that I saw you
Did you know that I feel you
In this carnival
Of emotions
    We
          Play
And when the stage finally goes dark
And I'm standing there so stark naked
You won't
    Even
       Say
Those were the branches
That watched over my head
I remember their shadows
Trembling long on my bed
Was it a girl? Was it a boy?
My heart couldn't tell
Did we
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For You
Your hour of weakness/ is when you're having tea/ mine's at one am if you're asking me/ that's when I've seen you've broken down
You write to say/ that nothing's alright/ you want to fly/ but not the next flight/ your head won't fit into your broken crown
You can't live/ you can't laugh/ you can't love without me/ so you say
It's like pain, my love for you
A fiery rain, my love for you
I tried to hold my love for you for too long
It cuts me down, my love for you
Shuts me down, my love for you
A crushing weight inside me that says you're gone
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The Shadow's Secret
             The Shadow's Secret
                by Hokrim Ballister
  A young boy named Develyn woke up one morning very early. It was so early it was still dark in his room.
  He went to get out of bed but he could not see the floor.
  "How do I know what is down there?" he asked the shadow below.
  "Ask me," the shadow said.
  But Develyn was afraid. He waited for the lights to come on and then got out of bed.
  Develyn went to the kitchen for some breakfast. But when he looked in the pantry the lights did not come on.
  "How will I know what there is to eat?" Develyn asked the darkness.
  "Ask me," the shadow said.
  But Develyn was afraid. He did not eat anything for breakfast.
  Develyn went for a walk in the woods by his house. The trees were tall and green and the ground was soft under his feet. He came across a cave and tried to see inside but it was too
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Driving Blind
My eyelids feel as if they are tethered to my foot, falling at the same speed as my toes against the accelerator. At forty the world is still clear. By the time I'm past sixty the blur of freeway lights are further smudged by rows of eyelashes. The last digits I see say eighty-three and then the darkness swallows me up in a rush of wind and speed and oblivion.
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Words Apart (Nathan's perspective)
  The meager November light shone faintly through a window in the back of Albatross Books, the historic bookstore on 1st Ave in downtown Seattle, located in a faded brick building sandwiched between a glossy new Starbucks coffee shop and a Persian rug warehouse that was perpetually having an inventory clearance sale. A folding wooden chalkboard sign out front was announcing the bookstore's  anticipated event that day: the start of Nathan Pratchett's book signing tour of his new novel.
  The cracked sidewalk outside the bookstore was stained from thousands of coffee-laden pedestrians tripping over the exposed roots of the trees that lined the pavement in this section of town, and the only way to escape the smell of dark roasted beans and the musty breath of intricately woven wool was to step through the tall oak doors of Albatross Books and inhale the delicious scent of a million printed thoughts and dreams.
  Behind a roped-off area in the back of the store, trying
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Penny and Tristan III
  Tristan and Penny ran as hard as they could across the field of tall grass as the waning afternoon sun shot its fading beams on their young backs. Tristan thought he could feel the sunlight burning a hole through him but it was only the burning of his lungs trying to keep up with their mad sprint. They had to make it to the river. There was no other choice. They would be killed if they didn't.
  Penny suddenly dove into the grass, disappearing instantly. Tristan immediately followed suit and started searching for her in the dense blades, crawling on his belly and waking the worms underground with the pounding of his heart.
  "Penny!" he whispered as loudly as he dared. "Penny! Where are you?" He could hear the footfalls of their pursuers through the soil as he kept maneuvering towards where Penny went down. Suddenly, her face was right in front of him, brows pinched in annoyance and a bleeding scratch from her cheek to her chin.
  "What are you doing?" she asked.
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Mind Swept II
  "It's not polite to stare, Bella dear," her grandmother said, smiling and leading the Capsule further into the room. All of the guests that were on that side of the apartment slowly and silently moved behind Bella, awestruck and intimidated by the presence of this incredible being who had the power of time and life in the touch of her fingertips. Both her grandmother and the Capsule stopped directly in front of Bella, but still Bella had not found her words.
  "I apologize, Adeline," her grandmother said, the disapproval distinct in her voice. "She's normally not this rude, I promise."
  Without taking her eyes off Bella, Adeline laughed. "Margaret, come on now. Give the poor child a break. You know she's never seen one of my kind before, and besides, it's biological! She can't help it!"
  Bells forced herself to blink three times and took a deep breath. "I didn't..." Someone behind her coughed. "I...didn't mean to offend, Miss Adeline," she managed to get out. "T
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Penny and Tristan II
  Tristan and Penny ran as hard as they could across the field of tall grass as the waning afternoon sun shot its fading beams on their young backs. Tristan thought he could feel the sunlight burning a hole through him but it was only the burning of his lungs trying to keep up with their mad sprint. They had to make it to the river. There was no other choice. They would be killed if they didn't.
  Penny suddenly dove into the grass, disappearing instantly. Tristan immediately followed suit and started searching for her in the dense blades, crawling on his belly and waking the worms underground with the pounding of his heart.
  "Penny!" he whispered as loudly as he dared. "Penny! Where are you?" He could hear the footfalls of their pursuers through the soil as he kept maneuvering towards where Penny went down. Suddenly, her face was right in front of him, brows pinched in annoyance and a bleeding scratch from her cheek to her chin.
  "What are you doing?" she asked.
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A Song to my Father
They wrote your name
In a box just the same
As mine on the hospital form
I was mothers last chance
Placed in a stocking red fancy
On the December day I was born
But you just couldn't stay
Couldn't stay still enough
Long enough to see
Your only son grow
So I learned how to hide
All the questions inside
Until I could turn myself
Loose on the road
I saw your face in a box
Filled with so many toxic
Memories when I moved far away
There was a letter beside it
Where your handwriting scribed it
Filled with apologies
And the weather that day
You said you just couldn't stay
Couldn't stay still enough
There still wasn't enough
For you to stay for
So I learned how to kill
And I learned how to lie
Until I thought loss
Could touch me no more
In a box on a screen
I saw your name writ in green
With a subject line
A mere two words long
You wrote to say you were fine
And say sorry for the time
That it took to write
'Cause the words were all wrong
But you just couldn't say
Couldn't say it enough
How much
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Mind Swept
  Bella took off her rain coat and managed to squeeze it into the office coat rack. She wasn't usually late to work but she got caught up watching a news report when she was getting ready and besides, it was her birthday; Damien, her boss, wasn't going to fire her over ten silly minutes. Before sitting down at her desk Bella looked around and realized she didn't have to worry about anyone noticing her absence first thing this morning. All of her well-dressed coworkers in the design wing of the giant gaming corporation of ImagiGames were glued to the boardroom vidscreen, absorbed with the speculations and theories being spread across the news channels on the death of the first Capsule.
   Capsules were one of three distinct sub groups of human mutation, the other two being Readers and Blanks. No one remembered the first Capsule or what was transferred, probably not even the Capsule, and it was unknown how long Readers and Blanks had existed; but their impact in the world
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Lonely in our bed with you
The clock by your bed
Says it's 4:39
But we both know
It's ten minutes fast.
You're lost in a dream
That's making you smile
But unlike me
Your smile won't last
In the morning I'll brush
My lips close to yours
And pretend that I
Kissed you awake.
While you yawn and stretch
Your warm sleepy self
My cold ghostly heart
Will again break
I stare through your windows
I'm knocking on the door to your heart
I'm standing here screaming your name
You tear me in two but never apart
But you'll never hear me
You still can't see me
I wonder why I was given this voice.
You're living without me
I'm dying beside you
Not that I see any choice.
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Penny and Tristan
  Tristan and Penny ran as hard as they could across the field of tall grass as the waning afternoon sun shot its fading beams on their young backs. Tristan thought he could feel the sunlight burning a hole through him but it was only the burning of his lungs trying to keep up with their mad sprint. They had to make it to the river. There was no other choice. They would be killed if they didn't.
  Penny suddenly dove into the grass, disappearing instantly. Tristan immediately followed suit and started searching for her in the dense blades, crawling on his belly and waking the worms underground with the pounding of his heart.
  "Penny!" he whispered as loudly as he dared. "Penny! Where are you?" He could hear the footfalls of their pursuers through the soil as he kept maneuvering towards where Penny went down. Suddenly, her face was right in front of him, brows pinched in annoyance and a bleeding scratch from her cheek to her chin.
  "What are you doing?" she asked.
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  "I was beginning to think you were a prism of my imagination," Nathan said, his rapid pulse making it difficult to breathe evenly. "Hi, I'm Nathan."
  The woman shifted slightly on the leather seat and held her hand out at an angle. "Yes, I know," she said with a laugh that sparkled like fingernails against a crystal glass. "Pleased to finally meet you, Nathan. My name is Jade."
  A shot of adrenaline fired through Nathan's blood stream so hard he swore he felt his pupils dilate. Did he know this woman? Why was she waiting for him in the car? He swallowed a persistent lump in his throat. It had been six years since he had gotten himself clean and sober, something for which he was eternally grateful. But every day, especially in crowds, he wondered if he would meet someone from his drinking past that he had only previously known while in a blackout stupor, someone with a grudge, or a hurt...or even a baby. She must have seen the look of panic on his face because she suddenly looked very concerned.
  "Is something wrong?" Jade asked softly.
  "No, I'm sorry. My brain just does silly things some..."
  "Oh my god!" she said, eyebrows reaching high. "I'm not here to hurt you or anything! I promise! I swear to you, I mean you no harm. Oh god, this looks so bad now! I can't believe I just walked in and sat down in your car like this! You must think I'm a crazy person." Jade by now was tugging on one of her dark curls like it was a misbehaving pony in which she was thoroughly disappointed.
  Nathan believed her. He couldn't explain why, but he felt the sincerity in her voice and in that hair tugging. "It's fine, Jade," he said, touching her hand briefly. "Really, it is. I suppose if you managed to get past my security detail you must be okay, right?" He hoped his jocular manner was having the desired effect of calming her conscience. "I'm sorry for whatever it was you saw on my face. It has a mind of its own every now and then. We're okay. Okay?"
  Jade stopped pulling on her lock of hair and shot Nathan a devilish smirk. "Of course, Nathan. We're okay, as you say. Besides, hon', if I had wanted to kidnap you I wouldn't have done it in this gutless town car."
  "Hey!" Tony shouted from the driver's seat, sounding a little testy.
  Nathan arched one brow dramatically. "If you eavesdrop, Tony, you don't always hear nice things. Capiche?"
  "Yes, sir," Tony mumbled, as the glass partition began lifting up between the driver and the rest of the car.
  "Oh, and Tony?" Nathan said, before the glass reached the seal against the ceiling. "This car is pretty gutless." There was a short grumble that was abruptly cut off as the darkened window fully closed and the town car punched forward in a burst of acceleration.
  Laughing, Jade shook her head at Nathan. "That's not very nice to do to your employees," she said, smiling.
  "Who, Tony? I wouldn't consider Tony an employee. He's a friend I just haven't met yet. With big muscles and a soft heart." There was a long awkward pause. "So tell me, Miss Jade," Nathan said slowly, "to what do I owe the pleasure of your unexpected visit in my gleaming chariot?"
  "Don't get fresh with me, mister," she said, tucking her chin into a few curls resting on her shoulder. "It's nothing like that."
  Nathan's face went blank for a second. "I....um...okay, not exactly what I meant," he said, coughing into his hand.
  "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I did it again! I promise I'm not normally this...reactive."
  "Well, I can imagine a woman of your beauty has to deflect a lot of unwelcome advances, so I certainly understand why you may have thought I was such an unsavory character."
  "You're a little devil, aren't you?" Jade said, smirking.
  "Depends on your perspective, I suppose. Not all of the cast out angels fell as far as others."
  "Hmm."
  "Hmm, what?"
  "It's just nice to hear you're more than just a pretty pen."
  "My words will long outlive my looks, that's for certain. I want to leave someone plenty of good material when they one day put together my eulogy."
  "A touch morbid, too?" Jade said, a hand against her heart as she sighed.
  "I could help it if I wanted to," Nathan said with a shrug. "I just don't want to." He shifted slightly in his seat. "Now seriously, what's going on? We're going to be pulling up to the radio station any second and then I'm not sure when the next chance we'll have to talk will be. My manager keeps me pretty busy. Unless, of course, you'd like to go on air with me?"
  Jade laughed deeply, shaking her curls. "Oh no, darling. You're not getting a mic in front of me!" She softened a bit, like she just remembered a lost friend. "I just wanted to meet you, really. And talk to you. Haha! I suppose I didn't do so well with the talking portion, though!"
  The car came to a stop and Jade's eyes opened wide with surprise. "You weren't kidding!" she said. "Are we really at the station already?" She glanced over her shoulder out the rain streaked windows. Silent figures went by on the sidewalk at varying speeds with only an occasional shadow being cast by an umbrella. The steam rising from the manhole covers in the streets only reached a few feet into the air before disappearing into the thick mist that seemed to always fill the gaps between the buildings of downtown Seattle.
  "This city isn't as big as most people think it is," Nathan said. "Truth be told, we probably had more time in a car than we would have if we had walked here." He raised his eyebrows. "Well, Jade, would you care to join me into the studio? I can promise you at least a good cup of coffee, and a scone if we're really lucky."
  Jade bit her lip and tugged a few times on a fistful of sable curls. She took a few quick breaths and seemed to have come to a decision. Reaching behind her she opened the door and swung it open quickly, banging the bottom edge into Tony's shin as he stood outside the car waiting for them to emerge. "Oh god, Tony! I'm so sorry!" The mountain of security bent down, groaning, and massaged the sore spot on his leg. "Oh, I feel terrible now!" she said, biting her finger and shifting her weight from one leg to the other.
  Nathan tried to open his door only to be met with the blaring horn from a passing delivery truck. He narrowly managed to close the door in time, craning his neck around to look for the next break in traffic. When he finally got out and came around to the other side, though, Jade was gone; only a pained and embarrassed Tony remained on the sidewalk beside the town car.
  "I'm sorry, boss," Tony mumbled, barely audible over the din of traffic as he reluctantly stopped rubbing his shin. Nathan hurriedly scanned all passing faces on the sidewalk, looking for a special pale face framed by dark curls but all he saw were black hoodies and damp business suits. "It looks like she left something," Tony said, with what sounded like a spark of hope in his voice.
  Looking down into the interior of the long, black sedan Nathan spotted a small stack of hardbound books, first editions of some of his earliest work, on the seat next to where Jade had been sitting. He reached in and grabbed them all, tucking them under his jacket for protection against the rain and patted Tony on the back. "Looks like she's gone, big fella," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "But you may be the first driver to ever get me to something before Feels, so let's focus on the positive and get inside. Whaddaya say, Tony? Come on in. I can promise you a good cup of coffee."
  "No thanks, Mr. Pratchett," Tony said, hanging his head sullenly. "I should probably park the car in the garage before we get ticketed. Besides, I've caused enough trouble today. I don't want to make it any worse."
  "Nonsense, Tony, my man! You've done nothing wrong in my books. Does anyone else have to know we gave a beautiful woman a lift to the radio station studio building? I won't say anything if you don't. Now come on; I'll send someone out to get the car. I need security to get through all the red tape waiting for me inside."
   And so the two men stepped into the revolving doors of the high rise building, leaving the town car like a boulder on the side of a river in early spring, with several sets of hazards and blinkers forming behind it in eddies of light, exhaust, and the cold drizzle of a November day in Seattle.
Words Apart (cont) Nathan's perspective
Almost exactly a year ago I met a talented writer who eventually agreed to do a story collaboration with me. And while life has taken us in different directions, the storyline has stayed with me.

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Breathe me in
As you sit beneath
The branches holding
All my leaves
Just a moment to rest
Your tired heart
With me you're safe
To fall apart

Hold on to me
As you start to sink
Don't give up now
You're right on the brink
       Of
   Something
       Good

The currents of your mind
Swirling all as one
The demons swimming arm in arm
With angels of love

Light runs up your arms
Warm interlacing rays
Twisting heat through fingers
Find their way to my face
  Finally
 Sensing
       Me

Did you know that I saw you
Did you know that I feel you
In this carnival
Of emotions
    We
          Play
And when the stage finally goes dark
And I'm standing there so stark naked
You won't
    Even
       Say

Those were the branches
That watched over my head
I remember their shadows
Trembling long on my bed
Was it a girl? Was it a boy?
My heart couldn't tell
Did we run through the heavens?
Or were we crawling through hell?

Yes I held back the rain
But I blocked out the sun
My roots slipping in earth
While my leaves were coming undone

I tried standing strong
Through wintry seasons alone
You sat in flames in your house
And I hunched frozen in stone
 Unable
  To reach
      Far enough

But the freeze finally broke
And I came back to life
My budding branches were waiting
When you did come outside

Was it me? Was it you?
Truly something felt new
When you sat down beneath me
And you started to
Say
   Something
        True
These are the branches
I've sorrowfully missed
Here is the bark in my
Dreams I have kissed

Tree, are your leaves made
From light or from Death?
You eat all the sun from above
But eat beneath all that is left

But I think you're like me
Yes I'm starting to see
That what makes us we
Shall forever be
You
  And
      Me
With your branches above
And me sat beneath
I'll watch over you
While you watch over me
Leaves
A song I wrote of the cycle of love and loss
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Your hour of weakness/ is when you're having tea/ mine's at one am if you're asking me/ that's when I've seen you've broken down

You write to say/ that nothing's alright/ you want to fly/ but not the next flight/ your head won't fit into your broken crown

You can't live/ you can't laugh/ you can't love without me/ so you say

It's like pain, my love for you
A fiery rain, my love for you
I tried to hold my love for you for too long
It cuts me down, my love for you
Shuts me down, my love for you
A crushing weight inside me that says you're gone
For You
The Quantity Theory of Love says that yes, love is constant. It doesn't say, however, that it's constantly available.
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             The Shadow's Secret
                by Hokrim Ballister

  A young boy named Develyn woke up one morning very early. It was so early it was still dark in his room.
  He went to get out of bed but he could not see the floor.
  "How do I know what is down there?" he asked the shadow below.
  "Ask me," the shadow said.
  But Develyn was afraid. He waited for the lights to come on and then got out of bed.
  Develyn went to the kitchen for some breakfast. But when he looked in the pantry the lights did not come on.
  "How will I know what there is to eat?" Develyn asked the darkness.
  "Ask me," the shadow said.
  But Develyn was afraid. He did not eat anything for breakfast.
  Develyn went for a walk in the woods by his house. The trees were tall and green and the ground was soft under his feet. He came across a cave and tried to see inside but it was too dark.
  "I wonder what could be inside?" Develyn said.
  "Ask me," the shadow of the cave said.
  But Develyn turned away from the mouth of the cave because it was too dark.
  As he continued through the woods, Develyn spotted an old tree with a very large hole in the side. He got closer. He wanted to see inside but there was no light for him to see.
  "I wonder what is inside this hole in the tree?" Develyn said.
  "Ask me," the shadow of the tree said.
  But there was a noise in the darkness of the hole and Develyn ran away afraid.
  Develyn walked home and saw his mother sitting at the window. She looked sad and there was a darkness around her.
  "I wonder what is making my mother so sad?" Develyn asked himself.
  "Ask her," the shadow around his mother said.
  But Develyn was afraid of what his mother might say, and so he turned away.
  It was night and Develyn walked to his bedroom. The lights did not come on and it was very dark in his room.
  "How will I know there is nothing to be afraid of in the dark?" Develyn said.
  "Ask me," the shadows said again.
  Develyn took a deep breath and gathered up all his courage.
  "What secrets do you hold, shadows?" he asked as bravely as he could.
  "Do you remember this morning, when you saw only me under your bed?" the shadows asked.
  "Yes," Develyn said.
  "Your favorite dog was sleeping on the floor beneath you, waiting to be pet."
  "Do you remember when you were hungry for breakfast but could not see in the darkness of the cupboard?" the shadows asked.
  "Yes," Develyn said.
  "Your father had placed your favorite muffin in the back just for you so no one else would eat it," the shadows said.
  "Do you remember the cave you saw that was too dark to see into?" the shadows asked.
  "Yes," Develyn said.
  "There is a song that sings through the mountains that you can only hear within the cave," the shadows said.
  "Do you remember the tree with the dark hollow in the woods?" the shadows asked.
  "Yes," Develyn said.
  "There were three sleeping kittens you could have pet inside the tree," the shadows said.
  "And now, here in your bedroom," the shadows said, "everything is as it should be. Your bed is made, your toys are put away, the dog is asleep beside you bed, and there is a small coin under your pillow."
  Develyn sighed. There were so many things that he missed because he was afraid of the dark.
  "Wait," Develyn said, "you did not tell me what had made my mother so sad."
  "That is not my secret to tell," the shadows said. "You will have to ask your mother."
  Develyn walked down the hallway to his mother's room and knocked on the door.
  "Come in," his mother said.
  Develyn opened the door and saw the darkness hanging over his mother and he was afraid. But he took a deep breath and found his courage.
  "Mother, what is troubling you? Develyn said. "There is a shadow where your smile should be."
  "Oh, Develyn," his mother said, "I have had a most troubling day! I have not seen the dog all day, I baked a special muffin for you that disappeared before breakfast, and three kittens have gone missing!"
  Develyn was overjoyed at the news!
  "Mother, meet me in the front yard and all will be made well again!" Develyn said.
  Develyn went to his room and called his dog. The two of them then went to the kitchen to retrieve the muffin from the back of the pantry. Develyn put the muffin in a small bag and went out to meet his mother in the yard.
  "Develyn, it is too dark to go for a walk," his mother said.
  "It is never too dark to walk with a faithful dog by your side, Mother," Develyn said. The dog barked and Develyn's mother was so happy to hear it.
  The dog led them to the tree with the large hollow in it. Develyn reached into the dark space and pulled out three sleepy kittens.
  "Oh, Develyn!" his mother said. "This makes me so happy!" Even in the dark, Develyn could see the light of his mother's smile.
  "Follow me, Mother," Develyn said. "There is more!"
  Develyn, his mother, the dog, and three sleepy kittens walked to the cave in the forest. They all went inside and sat down. Develyn portioned out the muffin to share with everyone and they ate it happily, sitting in the embrace of the shadows and listening to the song singing from deep within the mountain.

                       The End
The Shadow's Secret
A short children's story that appears in the second novel in my Twin Systems series.
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My eyelids feel as if they are tethered to my foot, falling at the same speed as my toes against the accelerator. At forty the world is still clear. By the time I'm past sixty the blur of freeway lights are further smudged by rows of eyelashes. The last digits I see say eighty-three and then the darkness swallows me up in a rush of wind and speed and oblivion.
This is my second attempt at completing this challenge; my first slipped off the page when I was reviewing my song list at the end of the page. Let's see if I can recreate the "magic" :)

1. A song from your childhood: "Puff the Magic Dragon" Peter, Paul, and Mary (I think). I either broke the vinyl record that had this song on it or my mom's turntable, i can't remember which. But that's no often I played it as a child.
2. A song that reminds you of your most recent ex: Ooh. "Like a Woman, Like a Man" Damien Rice. I'm not sure I can qualify this choice, but yeah...there it is.
3. A song that reminds you of one (or both) of your parents: "Someday Never Comes" CCR. This song always makes me laugh because, while it defines much of my relationship with my father, I doubt he (my father) will ever hear it, nor would he understand why it is listed here.
4. A song that calms you down: "Famous Blue Raincoat" Leonard Cohen. This was my first recorded cover and still my favorite. I will sing this song sometimes to simply make myself feel human again.
5. A song that is often stuck in your head: "I Wanna Rock" Twisted Sister. The best part about this song is when I belt out my Dee voice and get this song stuck in the heads of every carpenter around me.
6. A song that reminds you of a best friend: "Lullaby" the Cure. All of the Cure's songs remind me of her, this one just happened to come to mind first.
7. A song that reminds you of Summer: "Summer Loving" the Vandals. I must have worn out three mixed tapes with this song on them while tearing through the deserts of Nevada, high on life and cheap casino coffee.
8. A song that reminds you of your first love: "Walking in London" Concrete Blonde. Yeah, just writing it out takes me back to Virginia City.
9. A song that makes you hopeful: "Rebel Yell" Billy Idol. I hope to someday scream this whilst running down a rubble pile into a bloody fist fight with a rival scavenging party in post apocalyptic America.
10. A song by your favorite band: "Confessionary Hymn" Joshua James. The grit and rawness of this artist gets me every time.
11. A song on the soundtrack of your favorite movie: Kind of a tough category for me. There are so many great movies floating through my memory. Was "Jesus Built my Hotrod" by Ministry playing during the first kill encounter in John Wick? If so, then that's my choice. If it wasn't, well, then shoot me. :)
12. The last song you heard: "Back in Black" AC/DC. A new rock station in town is playing every song they can get their hands on. I'm not complaining and I thought it was a rather fitting song this morning.
13. A song that reminds you of a former friend: "Birthday Pony" Fugazi. This song takes me back to car camping and cheap smokes.
14. A song that reminds you of your current significant other: Any song by Old Crow Medicine Band (is it Band or Show? I can never remember). We laugh every time we hear a new song and say that it was probably recorded by these guys first.
15. A song you love singing along to: "Ice, Ice, Baby" Vanilla Ice. It's so much fun embarrassing the hell out of everyone around me when this song comes on and I bust out every...single...lyric.
16. A song that has made you cry: "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". It is a version that was recorded by a Pacific Islander (I'm pretty sure) who has since passed away. This heartbreaking rendition broke open a dam of tears inside me that I thought would flood all the rest of my years to come.
17. A song that makes you want to dance: "Belo Legosi's Dead" Bauhaus. If you have ever seen me dance then this choice would make more sense.
18. A song that you love but rarely listen to: "Sketches of Spain" Miles Davis. I simply don't sit still long enough to enjoy this beautiful recording anymore.
19. The first song alphabetically listed in your Ipod/Iphone/MP3: "Goodbye Forever" Alkaline Trio. My music (even the songs) are alphabetized by artist.
20. The last song alphabetically listed in your Ipod/Iphone/MP3: "Your Southern Can is Mine" White Stripes. I can't stop laughing right now after having discovered this was the last song.
21. Your favorite song: I don't think anyone who does this challenge can say they have a single favorite song. However, in the spirit of being a good sport, I'll say "Karma Police" by Radiohead. Why? Because it's an amazing song.
22. A song that someone has sung to you: "Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod" by the Irish Rovers (I think). It was in the dappled moonlight filtered through a weeping willow. I will say no more.
23. A song that you cannot stand to listen to: "Baby Got Back" Sir Mixalot. Too many historical reasons to hate this song.
24. A song that you have danced to with your best friend: "Assimilate" Skinny Puppy.  I don't actually dance "with" people, but I've danced near my best friend to this song more than once.
25. A song that you could listen to all day without getting tired of: "Combination Lock" Fugazi. I have to will myself sometimes not to hit repeat forever when this song plays.

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Thank you for sharing, Bo! ❤️
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Thank you Nico! :D Huggle! 
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You’re amazing, Bo! Thank YOU!
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