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peace-coast-island · 5 years

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Diary of a Junebug

Catching fish for the Wizpire Museum!

Pale chub When I lived in Wizpire, I managed to catch a pale chub using a net. What happened was that I was trying to catch a pondskater and wound up catching a fish instead. For a while I always wondered what happened if you tried catching a fish with a net if you get close enough. I was still getting the hang of trying to catch pondskaters as they move quickly. Also if you miss, you risk losing fish since they’ll be started by the net. So basically I missed the bug and caught a fish instead. I think it happened once or twice since the first time and it’s not something you can replicate - it just happens by accident.

Crucian carp That was the first fish I ever pan fried. And it didn’t turn out too well. I’m still not the best at pan frying fish, but at least I can stir fry veggies and make a good dinner. I’ve been working on improving my pan frying skills, mainly with crucian carps since they work best for that method of cooking. It’s nothing like my mom’s cooking, but at least they’re edible - unlike my first attempt. I’ll nail it eventually and when I do, I’m sending a pic to my mom. Then the next time I come home, I’ll make the dish for my parents.

Yellow perch There’s a river in Wilde Crossing that’s home to a lot of fish, notably yellow perch. A few years ago I went there on a fishing trip with Jamie and Isabelle and learned a lot about fishing. Not only we went fishing, we also studied the environment, which was fascinating. There’s a reason why Wilde Crossing is known as the place for studying aquatic wildlife. If I was a yellow perch, I would love to live there.

Black bass For some reason I either have too many or not enough - there is no in between. Right now I have a lot and demand is low. Then in a few weeks demand will probably be high and my stock will likely be low. A similar thing happens with miyama stags too, though my supply is more consistent. I’ve gotten used to it, so it’s not really a big deal, and I’ve figured out ways to work around it if stock is low.

Rainbow trout A while ago I met up with an old friend who’s in the FBI when I attended one of her cooking sessions with a bunch of her colleagues. Since she’s passionate about cooking and everyone loves her food, the whole unit basically turns to her for cooking advice. And by advice that usually means she does all the cooking and kitchen disasters are averted. She started doing cooking sessions because for a while she just gave her friends written recipes in hopes that they’ll be able to do it themselves, only for it to fail half the time. The most notable fails happened with a rainbow trout dish in which one agent ended up with an exploded pot that left behind a huge mess in the oven and another agent wound up giving herself and her family food poisoning. Fortunately those two have improved their cooking skills since then, but she still jokingly holds it against them for butchering an old family recipe that was supposed to be easy. I’ve made it a few times and it’s a good recipe if you have a lot of fish and a lot of mouths to feed.

Loach Fun fact, I got slapped by a loach and it hurt like hell. I was with Flip when it happened as he was asking for advice on fishing spots. Then we caught our first loach, which then proceeded to slap me. It was my fault, to be honest, as I’ve never seen that kind of fish before and wanted to take a closer look. Normally I’m not too squeamish but I don’t recommend being body slammed in the face by a cold fish. At least it's a funny campfire story to tell later!

Neon tetra Out of all the fish in Lost Lure, this is my favorite in terms of appearance. First, it’s colorful so it’s eye catching. Second is the giant eyes - it looks weird but also adds to the appeal of its overall appearance. I could just look at them all day. They’re also rare, which adds to the appeal since you don’t see them every day.

Crawfish Citrine Harbor is known for a popular seafood restaurant called Cajun Magic, which is a fusion of Caribbean and Asian cuisine. Their most popular dish there is the spiced crawfish - the perfect fusion of spices, critics called it. I first heard about this place when I watched an episode of Epicurious Eats, which was focused on the restaurant and the history, with crawfish being the spotlight dish. Everything looked so good and the whole time I was watching, I wished I was there. Citrine Harbor is on my list of places to visit so that’s something to look forward to in the future.

Koi One of my aunts had a koi pond in her backyard. I always loved watching the fish swim around, flashes of orange and white swishing in the crystal clear water. Auntie Dawson had names for all of them and it was easy to tell who’s who because of their distinct personalities. There’s Peacock, who likes to make her presence known and is basically the queen of the pond. Ninja’s sneaky and stealthy, known to swipe things and hide it away. Dolphin likes to jump around and we joke that he must have been a dolphin in a past life. Whirlpool likes to swim in circles and is fascinated by round things. And lastly, Minnie, the smallest, is a mischievous troublemaker.

King salmon This is my go-to fish for cooking. Barbecue, smoking, roasting, baking - it’s perfect for pretty much everything. One night we set up a Korean BBQ at Saltwater Shores and we couldn’t get enough of the salmon. It’s also great with Korean hot pot too - something we’re planning to do this winter. I think out of all the fish I’ve tried, salmon is my favorite. Catching one in Lost Lure Creek is like a big victory since they’re rare and when it comes to fish, fresh is best. In one of my cookbooks I have a section for salmon recipes as they’re popular with the campers. Since opening the camp, my list of salmon recipes has almost tripled.

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June 19, 2019: Obituaries

Lovina Schrock, 91

Mrs. Lovina Hostetler Schrock, 91, of Moravian Falls, passed away on Sunday, June 16, 2019 at her residence.

Lovina was born on June 11, 1928 in Stark County Ohio to Henry Hostetler and Ella Miller Hostetler.

Lovina is preceded in death by parents; husband, Mervin L. Schrock; brother, Ervin Hostetler; sister, Beulah Hochstedler and great grand daughter, Danielle Schrock.

Lovina is survived by her 5 daughters, Susan Faye Hochstetler of Canada, Joy Roselle Hileman of Ohio, Debra Kaye Yoder of Moravian Falls, Juanita Lynne Herber of Pennsylvania, Charlotte Marlene Schrock of Virginia; 5 sons, John Mark Schrock, Larry Dean Schrock, Timothy Jay Schrock, Franklin Scott Schrock all of Virginia, Frederick Allen Schrock of Moravian Falls; sisters, Mary Wittmer of Pennsylvania, Viola Mullet of Ohio; brothers, Melvin Hostetler of Ohio, Henry Hostetler of Canada; 21 grandchildren and many great grand children.

The funeral service will be held in Ohio at a later date.

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Schrock Family.

Nancy Winters, 5

Nancy Lee Winters, age 55, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Saturday, June 15, 2019 at Westwood Hills Nursing and Rehab Center. Nancy was born July 11, 1963 in Wilkes County to Cecil and Mandy Stanley Trivette. She loved to fish; do crafts and quilting. Ms. Winters was preceded in death by her parents; and several siblings.

Surviving are her son, Steven Winters and spouse Jessica of North Wilkesboro; daughter, Amanda Winters and spouse Zachary White of Huntington, West Virginia; a number of siblings; grandchildren, M.J. Winters and Josh Walker.

The family has requested no flowers.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Hazel Prevette, 96

Hazel Maie Johnson Prevette, 96, of North Wilkesboro, went home to be with her Lord and Savior on Saturday, June 15, 2019 at Wilkes Senior Village.

She was born May 23, 1923 in Wilkes County, to the late William Edward Johnson and Julie Maie Combs Johnson.

Hazel was a member of Lewis Baptist Church. She loved singing and praising the Lord with her church family in the choir. She was a passionate vegetable and flower gardener.

Including her parents, she was preceded in death by: her husband, Dewey Gaither Prevette Sr.; grandchildren, Craig Williams and Pamela Taylor.

Those left to cherish and honor her memory include: daughters, Peggy Taylor (Wallace) of McGrady, Kathy Williams (Dean) of Wilkesboro; sons, D. G. Prevette, Jr. (Linda) of Wilkesboro, Kenneth Prevette (Sarah) of Lewisville; sister, Annie Lou Brown (Gene) of Millers Creek; brother, Howard Johnson of Purlear; many grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great grandchildren

Funeral services wereJune 18, at Lewis Baptist Church in North Wilkesboro. Rev. Bruce Rhoades will be officiating. Burial followed in the church cemetery.

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes and cremation services is honored to be serving the Prevette Family.

Fern Anderson, 87

Fern Anderson, 87 Mrs. Fern Pauline Call Anderson, age 87, widow of Hobert Anderson, died on Saturday, June 15, 2019 at Villages of Wilkes.

Funeral services were June 19, at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Alan Bouchelle officiating. Burial was in Fishing Creek Arbor Baptist Church Cemetery.

Mrs. Anderson was born June 19, 1931 in Wilkes County to Benjamin Winfred and Carrie Elizabeth Benge Call. She was a member of Penelope Baptist Church in Hickory. Before her retirement while residing in Hickory, NC, she worked for Cline Insurance Company as a private secretary and was self-employed as a skin care specialist thru Ann Mari.

In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by her husband, Hobert Anderson; four sisters, Sylvia Call Soots, Tessie Call Foster, Florence Call Hayes Bouchelle, and Doris Call Waddell Spears; and four brothers, Julius H. Call, James P. Call, Roy "Ray" Call, and Coy "Clay" Call.

She is survived by her daughter, Linda Anderson Plemmons of North Wilkesboro; twin sons, Tracy Anderson and wife, Sandy, of Millers Creek, and Travis Van Anderson of Hickory; four grandchildren, Dana K.Anderson, Dylan L. Anderson, Doug Plemmons, and Floyd Plemmons; four great-grandchildren, Rachel C. Plemmons, Kyle P. Plemmons, Jason Sprinkle, and Elijah Foster; one great-great-grandchild, Chaselyn Kate Plemmons; one sister, Lois Call Foster of Traphill; and one brother, Thomas Jerry Call of Wilkesboro.

The latter part of her life, Mrs. Anderson spent ten years at Catawba Valley Assisted Living and three years at Wilkes Senior Villages. The family sincerely thanks the staff of both facilities for their wonderful care of their loved one.

A special thank you from the family to Shirley Bowlin for her exceptional care of our Mother.

Kenith Jones, Sr., 83

Mr. Kenith Smythe Jones, Sr., 83, of Taylorsville, passed away Thursday, June 13, 2019 at Valley Nursing Center.

Kenith was born December 18, 1935 in Fayette County, WV, the son of the late George Thomas Jones, Sr. and Inez Blanch Duncan Jones.

He was a US Army veteran, who served in Germany as a combat engineer. He had worked as a supervisor for Southern Devices before retiring and was a member of Bethel Baptist Church. He enjoyed reading Westerns, was a avid Redskin fan, and enjoyed playing golf when he was able and also enjoyed watching NASCAR.

Including his parents, he was preceded in death by: his wife, Peggy Joyce Payne Jones; four sisters, Beulah Pemberton, Doris Criss, Natella Blackwell and infant sister, Carolyn Jones; a brother, George Jones.

Those left to cherish and honor his memory include: a daughter, Patricia Jones Carter and husband, Larry, of Statesville; four sons, Kenny Jones and wife, Joan, of Taylorsville, Barry Jones and wife, Janna, of Newton, Timothy Jones and wife, Lisa, of Taylorsville, Ricky Jones of Asheville; five grandchildren, Joshua Moore, Caitlin Jones Parkhurst and husband, Matt, Ashley Jones, Tyler Jones and wife, Tiffany, Andrew Jones and fiance, Lacey Bruno; four great-grandchildren, RJ, Gracelynn, Jacob and Ezra; two sisters, Janet Payne and husband, Charles, of WV, Drema Gail Gales of VA; a brother, William Jones and wife, Carol, of WV; a sister-in-law, Christine Jones of WV; and a number of nieces and nephews.

A service was held June 17, at Bethel Baptist Church with Revs. Bill Smith and Ervel Jones officiating. Burial followed in the church cemetery with flag folding ceremony.

Pallbearers were Ken's sons and grandsons.

The family would like to express a sincere thank you for every act of kindness or visit to our loved one and also to the staff, nurses and caregivers at Valley Nursing Center.

Memorials may be made to: Alexander County Hospice, 50 Lucy Echerd Lane, Taylorsville, NC 28681.

Adams Funeral Home and cremation services is honored to be serving the Jones Family.

Terri Sigmon, 64

Terri Lynn Sigmon, age 64, passed away peacefully on June 11, 2019 at Valley Nursing and Rehabilitation in Taylorville and is now resting in the care of our Lord.

She was born in Hickory, NC on February 28, 1955. Prior to moving there she lived at Parklane Group home in Newton.

She was preceded in death by her parents Charles and Jane Sigmon of Hickory.

She is survived by her sister, Sandie Cline (Jimmie) of Wilkesboro, and her brothers, Robert Sigmon (Virginia) of Statesville, and Bruce Sigmon of Hickory.

Terri was a long- time member of Christ Lutheran Church in Hickory where she is best remembered for her deep faith and leading the congregation in happy birthday songs. She especially loved family gatherings during the holidays. She had a special relationship with her nephews Christopher (Tanya) of Wilkesboro, Jonathan (Ellen) and Matthew (Jessica) of Mooresville and great nephews and nieces, Ayden, Charlie, Cameron, Macie, Oren, Eli, Finley and Luke. They will cherish the memories of her.

The funeral service will be held on Thursday, June 20, at 3:00 p.m. at Christ Lutheran Church in Hickory.

The family will receive friends prior to the service from 2: 00 until 3:00 p.m. at the church. Rev. Richard Schwandt will be officiating the service. Burial will follow at Oakwood Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers memorials can be made to the memorial fund at Christ Lutheran Church, 324 2nd Ave. SE, Hickory, NC 28602.

Pallbearers for the service will be Christopher Cline, Jonathan Cline, Matthew Cline, Van Smith, Scott Wimmer, and Billy Pernell.

Vickie Cothren, 52

Vickie Cothren, 52 Miss Vickie Lee Cothren, age 52 of Roaring River, passed away Wednesday, June 12, 2019 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson.

Funeral services were June 15, at White Plains Baptist Church with Pastor William Souther and Bishop Peggy Horton officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery. Vickie was born October 24, 1966 in Wilkes County to James "Jim" Ervin Cothren and Georgie Lee Swaim Cothren. She was employed for 30 years with Wilkes Community College as a Library Assistant. Vickie enjoyed spending time with her great nieces and nephews who called her "Bibby" and liked sports from WFU, Chicago Bulls and Carolina Panthers. She also enjoyed cooking and most enjoyed sharing her testimony with her relationship with God.

She was preceded in death by her mother; Georgie Lee Cothren.

In addition to her father; Jim Cothren, she is survived by three sisters; Anna Church of Millers Creek, Teresa Absher of Roaring River and Jane Whitley of Hays, nieces and nephews; Amanda Miller (William), Sonya Evans (Allen), Michael Church, Ashley Mabe (Jason), Lindsay Jester (Justin) and Colby Whitley, great nieces and nephews; Elijah Miller, Asher Miller, Brenan, Nevan and Rowyn Mabe and Elizabeth Jester, Aunt Joy Swaim, Cousins; Calvin Swaim, Charlene Dancy and family, special friends and co-workers; Rebecca Kruger, Christy Earp, Misty Bass, Janet Atwood, Audrey Chapel and Donna Church and Fur Babies; Jett, Sanford, Melinda and Miss Sunshine.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the Donor's Choice, Wilkes Community Partnership for Children PO Box 788 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659, Wilkes Community College Endowment Corporation PO Box 120 Wilkesboro, NC 28697 or Mtn. Valley Hospice 401 Technology Lane Suite 200 Mt. Airy, NC 27030.

James Ashley, Jr. 77

Mr. James Martin Ashley, Jr. age 77 of Wilkesboro, passed away Tuesday, June 11, 2019 at his home.

Funeral services were June 18, at Cub Creek Baptist Church with Pastor John Lewis and Mr. Frank Denny officiating. Burial was in Cub Creek Baptist Church Cemetery.

Mr. Ashley was born November 27, 1941 in Wilkes County to James Martin Ashley, Sr. and Geneva Sink Ashley. He was retired after 35 dedicated years at Lowe's Companies. During his employment he worked as a Store Manager and a Regional Manager. James was a loving and devoted husband, father, grandfather and friend. He was a member of Cub Creek Baptist Church where he was a Faithful Deacon, Loved and Respected Sunday School Teacher, member of the Adult Choir and Hand Bell Choirs, Good News Club Teacher, served on the Building Committee, Maintenance Committee and the Expansion Committee. James was an avid Golfer. After retirement, he enjoyed spending his time working on his cattle farm and enjoying the beautiful mountain views. He was always helping or attending the many activities with his grandchildren. James was well known for his love of his family, his church and his tremendous work ethic. His best Friend, Bear, Black-Lab mix was always at his side, waiting for the last bite of anything that James ate.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a brother; Bill Ashley.

James is survived by his wife; Judy Ann Wayne Ashley of the home, two daughters; Jamie Ashley Beamon and Lorie Ashley Kerhoulas both of Wilkesboro, a son; James Martin Ashley, III "Jimmy" of Wilkesboro, five grandchildren; Anna Kerhoulas LaFave and husband Ethan, Stephen Kerhoulas and fiancé Clair Colburn, Martin Beamon, Jacob Beamon and Nicholas Ashley, a great grandchild; Addy Billings and two sisters; Ann Ashley and Jane Ashley both of Wilkesboro.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made in honor of grandchildren Anna and Jacob to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation Piedmont Triad Chapter 216 W. Market Street Suite B, Greensboro, NC 27401.

Ann Whitworth, 83

Ann Hill Whitworth, age 83, passed away on Tuesday, June 4, 2019 at her home in Purlear, NC. She was born in Erwin, NC on November 12, 1935 to Frank Weaver, Sr. and Elsie Horrell Weaver.

Mrs. Whitworth was formerly employed at Liggett & Myers Tobacco Company and was retired from Duke Medical Center. She was a member of Greystone Baptist Church until her move to Purlear, NC in 2007. She was a member of New Hope Baptist Church, Purlear, NC until her passing.

She was preceded in death by her husband, Fred Roy Hill and her husband, Donald Whitworth.

She is survived by her daughter, Deborah Hill Yates of Purlear, NC; her son, Frederick A. Hill of Durham, NC; three grandsons, Ross B. Yates, and wife, Andrea of Mt. Pleasant, SC, Brett J. Yates of Millers Creek, NC, and Mark C. Yates of Purlear, NC and three great grandchildren, Finley Madison Yates, Bennett Reid Yates, and Cooper Hill Yates.

A memorial service will be held on June 29, 2019 at 2:00 PM at Greystone Baptist Church, Hillsborough Road, Durham, NC. A private burial at Maplewood Cemetery, Durham, NC will follow the memorial service. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that memorials be made to Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice, 126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

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Friday 18th January 2019

I think it is fair to say we have had a quieter day today. We went off in search of Shelly Beach. According to the tourist information experts it is where rainforest meets sea. We thought we ought to inspect this. We weren't prepared at the start for such a large rainforest, and therefore how far it would be to get to the beach. Well, it probably was only a kilometre or so, but downhill and therefore the thought prevailed that the return would therefore be uphill! Never mind. The signs said watch out for snakes which didn't elaborate much; I mean do they mean in an enthusiastic voyeuristic, David Attenborough sort of way, or a danger to life and limb sense? Whatever the intended message, we were disappointed to note here in the journal, that no such reptile was observed although many may have observed us. The beach was conquered, and after a bad attack of flies, (big) we made our retreat back to the fly free Toyota.

By this time, we were of the knowledge that the Apollo Bay museum would be open, and we felt there were items that lay within worth a bit of inspection. It must be mentioned that the museum is in the building that was the Apollo Bay Cable Station, built by Wild Dog Creek. There is probably a story in local mythology which could explain where the name is derived from, but I think we can likely devise our own explanation for this. My interest in this building was that it was from this very place that in 1936, a cable was laid across the Bass Strait to Tasmania. It was the first submarine cable in the world to carry telephone conversations and when it was first opened, it could carry 6 concurrent calls to the whole of Tasmania in addition a broadcasting channel for ABC radio. In practical terms, if you wanted to talk to great Aunt Mary, it was necessary to book the call in advance. How things have changed! The remaining artifacts, of which there were legion, were concerned with local history, local Ozzies involvement in the various British military skirmishes and records of the many shipwrecks that have occurred along this coast.

Tomorrow we shall leave our little lodge in the hills and progress further along the GOR, stopping off at the Twelve Apostles. (apparently there are only 7 now).

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Chapter 29

He got me a gift.

He actually got me a gift.

I wanted to smile. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to call him back to the house and thank him for going out of his way for me, but the guilt had already plagued me. The remorse for what I’d done was already in place and I couldn’t stop replaying the words that Destani had said to me in the kitchen just the night before. She was right… she was absolutely right. How could I be such a fool to lead one guy on, forging feelings that I really wasn’t even confident that I had? All while knowing exactly how deep my feelings ran for the other. I couldn’t bring myself to pry into the bag now, so I placed it on my dresser and exited my room with Trey’s gift in tow.

Hours later, Trey and everyone else had gone home for the night. Ms. Joyce clung to the thought that Chris would come back later in the evening and after everyone else had gone home, she remained… but her son never returned. My aunt eventually convinced her that she needed to go get some rest instead of sitting up and stressing herself over him.

When she did finally head home, I stayed downstairs for a while to help my aunt clean up the kitchen. Once we were done, I made my way upstairs to get ready for bed. I gathered up one of the new pajama sets I’d gotten from Destani for Christmas and headed into the restroom for a quick shower. Within fifteen minutes, I stood in front of my mirror brushing my wet curls up into a messy bun.

Just as I prepared to climb into bed, that little blue bag caught my eye again. Pulling it from the dresser, I plopped down on my bed and perched it in my lap. I stared at it, hoping to gain enough confidence to dip into it to discover just what Chris had indulged me with. Separating the flaps of the bag, I toyed with the stark white paper filling the top just as I heard a light tap against my door. I raised my gaze, almost sure that I was only hearing things, and stared at the edge of the door just as it began to creek open. The freckled face of a golden eyed Adonis emerged between the door and the frame and I nearly gasped at the reality that he’d actually decided to come back.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He spoke softly as he stood slumped against the doorframe. “No… I was up.” I spoke slowly, utterly confused by why he’d come back and to speak to me of all people. He nodded and we both continued to stare stupidly at one another. Clearing his throat abruptly, he eased his way further into the room and stopped only a few feet past the door. Deciding not to continue to engage in an awkward stare down with him, I turned my attention to the bag in my lap and continued to fumble with the paper at the top.

“You haven’t opened it yet?” He asked quietly. I raised my gaze at the sound of his soft voice and shook my head in response. Sticking my hand down into the bag, I pulled out one of two boxes resting at the bottom of it. Chris continued to stand there, silently gazing on as I pried into the first box. I slipped the lid off and immediately froze… resting beautifully in the tiny gift box and glistening in the dim light of my bedroom was heart tag necklace. Wasting no time, I dove back into the bag and quickly reached for the second box. Pulling the lid from it, I slapped a hand over my mouth at the sight of the matching blue face watch.

I could feel the corners of my eyes tingling and I sniffled to suppress any looming emotions. Finally, I raised my gaze to Chris. He stood there, lips twisted to one side and a brow raised, with his eyes glued to the two small boxes in my hands. He kept his arms lowered at his sides and his hands tucked away in the pockets of his jacket and remained stock still near the door. “You like them?” He muttered “Yes. I mean… I… Chris, why…” I stammered.

“I was worried that you wouldn’t.” He interjected. I eyed him closely and wondered if he’d even opened my gift to him yet. In an almost cautious manner, he moved closer to me and took a seat at the furthest corner of my bed. “I didn’t mean for this to happen Hope.” He kept his voice hushed and low. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. With a sigh, he raised his tired eyes and quietly stared at me. I could see the stress in his face… the exhaustion in his demeanor… the dreariness in those ordinarily twinkling eyes. He wasn’t himself, I was sure of that. The giddy and bubbly Chris that I knew was gone and in his place was a weary young man who looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“This. All of this. Where we are right now… I didn’t mean for shit to turn out like this.” He explained pitifully. “What…" “No Hope, let me finish. For like the past month now, I’ve been holding back so much shit and I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep holding it all in,” He paused as he sat up straighter and slid down closer to me on the bed, “You know me and you know I speak my mind, always. But with you… I… I just could never bring myself to approach you with any of this.”

With no clue what he was even talking about, I perked up and made sure to give him my full attention. “What is it that keeps you going back to that nigga?” He blurted suddenly with not an ounce of humor on his face. I stared at him, waiting for him to smile, to laugh, anything to prove that he was only joking. But his somber expression remained and his brows began to furrow with frustration. “I… I don’t know Chris. Why are you bringing this up anyway? Are you really gonna let this whole thing with Trey and I be the downfall of our friendship?” “No Hope,” He huffed, “It’s just that… I don’t… I don’t understand why you would do what you did today.” “What exactly did I do that was so wrong today Chris? What am I doing so wrong that’s hurting you?”

“You told that nigga to come over here.” His tone was filled with bass and the rosy tint in his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. “First of all, I didn’t tell him to do anything. I did invite him and he decided to come on his own. And second, even if I did invite him over, that’s my business… this is my house.” The fact that he had the audacity to sit in my face in my room and question who I let come over was quickly starting to get under my skin. “I’m not telling you who you can and can’t bring in here Sy.. I don’t even care. I just thought that shit today was stupid. You know how much you mean to me and I just didn’t think it was okay for you to flaunt him in my face like that...”

“No Chris, apparently I don’t know how much I mean to you. I don’t even know what you’re talking about right now.” I fussed. I was beginning to strain my voice trying to stay quiet and get my point across to him all at the same time. “If I knew that you didn’t like some girl that I was with, I wouldn’t come flaunt her all in your face… that shit is foul.” “Oh really Chris… really. Yet you sat right here in my house on Thanksgiving day flaunting crazy Gabby around, knowing that I despise the girl. And you walk around in the mall flaunting some girl you barely know just because she’s your neighbor… you’re making no sense right now!”

“Nobody was flaunting either one of those hoes anywhere, what the fuck! I told you the deal with me and Gabby and I had no fucking idea you would be in that store that day. Please don’t sit here and try to make me sound like the bad guy.” I was already shaking my head in disbelief with every word he uttered. It was the night of Christmas and I never would have imagined that I would be spending it arguing with someone who was supposed to be my best friend. I couldn’t take it anymore… I was over the conversation and I had no desire to continue to entertain his one-sided argument.

“Look, maybe you should just go...” I started, but as I’d assumed… he wasn’t hearing it. “I’m sorry Hope. I didn’t come here intending to argue with you and make you upset. I just really didn’t know how to take that shit today and it really pissed me off…” “Save it, please.” I stood from my seat on the bed and moved toward my bedroom door where I placed a hand firmly on the handle, “All this is, is an ongoing circle of nonsense. It’s never going to end with you Chris. You continue to snap on me when things don’t go your way and I’m really sick of that. Now, it is Christmas night and I don’t feel like dealing with this with you anymore.” I inched the door open and raised an inquisitive brow as he stared back at me. Without uttering a word, he rose from the bed and moved toward me.

“I don’t need you mad at me,” I stared at his perfectly shaped lips as he spoke and attempted to maintain my annoyed expression. But the way that divine aroma of his intruded my space and closed in on just about all my senses… I could almost instantly feel myself losing the battle to his presence. He edged closer to me and rested a hand on mine, which was still on the handle of the door. With little effort, he pushed it shut and quickly trapped me between his body and the back of the door. “I know, I made you mad and I'm sorry. I’m so sorry… now let me fix it…”

Rolling over onto my belly, I lazily tossed an arm to one side of the bed where it landed against warm, unfamiliar flesh. I wasn’t much of a heavy sleeper, so I was able to easily comprehend what was happening around me. Prying my eyes open, I blinked rapidly to adjust to the glare in the room. From the position that I lay on my stomach, I stared ahead and smirked at the sight of Chris who also slept peacefully on his stomach. He slept shirtless and like a baby with his right arm tucked comfortably beneath his pillow, his lips parted, and the most pleasant expression on his face.

Minutes passed and I continued to lay motionless, watching him sleep blissfully. The view was beautiful and though I knew I couldn’t get bored with watching him, I couldn’t help but reach over and poke him in his shoulder to wake him up. He slept like a rock so the tiny poke to his shoulder did no good. I was determined to get him up though and a sudden idea crossed my mind. Reaching my hand down under the covers, it roamed freely until I felt the side of his hardened abdomen and I quickly flicked my fingers rapidly to tickle him. He twitched and moved back out of my reach with his eyes still shut and a smile inching onto his face. Abruptly, he extended a hand forward and captured my wrist, pulling me toward him and twisting me around swiftly so that my back was against his chest.

“Go back to sleep Hope.” He mumbled, face buried in the mound of curls atop my head. “No, wake up.” I giggled, pushing my backside against him. Inhaling sharply through clenched teeth, he quickly wrapped his arms securely around my waist and pressed his hand against my belly, pushing against it to align my bottom half perfectly with his crotch. “Chris quit… move!” I whined. “Nah, take your silly ass back to sleep.” The hairs on my neck stood on end from the feeling of his lips brushing against my skin. I couldn’t deny the arousal even if I tried, so I gave in and allowed my entire body to tremble against his touch. He slid a hand beneath my pajama shirt and rested it against my stomach. I tensed at his touch, but he calmed me by rubbing his hand against my belly in the most soothing manner. As the minutes passed, he continued to caress me until he eventually lulled me back to sleep.

Hours later, I pried my eyes open and stared straight ahead at the window. My eyes were squinted in an effort to accommodate the radiance and I tossed a hand back behind me, expecting to feel Chris snuggled there. “Damn girl… I thought I slept like a rock!” I heard his voice, but I couldn’t for the life of me tell where he was. Sitting halfway up, I turned to face the bedroom door only to see him standing there, beaming widely with a steaming tray of breakfast and a tall glass of orange juice.

“Did you cook for me?” I asked, grimacing at the sound of my own voice. “Hell no,” He chuckled with a shake of his head, “Ms. Maddie cooked a little while ago before she left for work. I told her you were still asleep so she told me to warm up what she left and bring it to you whenever you woke up.” “Well thank you for taking instructions so well.” I said with a roll of my eyes. He laughed and delivered the tray to my lap then sat back and quietly watched as I began to scarf down the food. “What?” I mumbled, holding a piece of toast in one hand and a fork full of scrambled eggs in the other. He shook his head and continued to stare while I continued to ravish my plate. It didn’t take long for me to take the entire meal down, following up with half the glass of orange juice.

Once I felt nice and satisfied, I pushed the tray away from my lap and pulled the comforter off me, frowning the moment the cool air grazed my near naked body. With a sigh, I stood on completely unstable legs and took a wobbly step toward my bathroom. “You alright over there chicken legs?” He chuckled. “Shut up,” I grimaced, “I feel like I’ve been doing splits all day.” “Aw baby, I didn’t mean to cause you any discomfort last night...”

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He had my legs spread wide and his hands were positioned perfectly against the back of each thigh. My limbs were on fire, but the sensation surging throughout my entire body was enough for the pain not to matter. I’d never known my body to be as flexible as this moment allowed, but I didn’t argue… wherever he wanted me, I was willing to go.

His head rotated rhythmically between my thighs and I stared at the top of it with my mouth hanging open, fascinated by the wicked act. Eventually, I clamped my mouth shut and bit into my bottom lip, desperately fighting to stay as quiet as I could under the circumstances… it was well after midnight and my Aunt was tucked away just down the hall. However, I knew it was only a matter of time before Chris cracked under the forged silence.

“What I tell you about that shit?” He pulled away from my core with a loud, wet smack long enough to glare up at me. I shook my head furiously, hoping that would be good enough of a response, but he only continued to stare up at me as he dropped a hand in to replace his warm tongue and began to massage the sensitive bud of nerves roughly.

“Oh I ain’t made my point clear enough about that silent shit, huh? Alright… keep fuckin playing….” I squeezed my eyes shut and yanked one of my pillows down over my face at the sudden feeling of two of his lengthy digits easing into my entrance. I squealed relentlessly into the pillow and quaked against his sturdy hold. “Stop girl… you know I hate that shit.” He grunted, reaching up to snatch the pillow from my face.

His dominant demeanor had me leaking like a busted pipe. The way he worked his tongue in such deliberate motions and the feeling of his two fingers slow stroking like perfection coaxed me to my climax quicker than I had time to prepare and within seconds my eyes were shut and I nearly cried as I rode that wave to ecstasy.

.........

My mouth hung halfway open as I recounted our deeds from the night before. I could feel the warm blush forming in my cheeks and without second thought I bolted onward to the restroom, ignoring the aching in my legs as I went and the sound of him laughing behind me. And I remained in that space for nearly a full hour, even after I’d finished with my shower and readjusted my hair nearly six times. Knowing that I couldn’t possibly stay in the bathroom any longer, I edged closer to the door and slowly pried it open, peeping around the empty space of my bedroom before emerging completely.

Hastily, I moved to my underwear drawer and yanked on a pair of boyshorts beneath my oversized towel. Once I was sure my lower regions were completely covered, I quickly dressed in a coral crop top and a pair of my most comfortable dark gray leggings. Leaving my hair wild and free, I misted myself with a bit of body spray and finally exited my bedroom in search of something to fill my growling belly.

Moving past the den, I peeped in to see Chris planted on the couch with his attention glued to the television. I continued my journey on to the kitchen to retrieve a hot pocket and once I situated it within its protective sleeve, I slipped it into the microwave and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “She got that cute lil belly out for daddy, nice!” I flinched at the warmth of Chris’s breath against the side of my neck and his cool hands planted against my hips. “You scared me!” I exclaimed, turning to slap him against his chest.

He only smirked at my proclamation and maneuvered me around with ease so that he could rest his chin against the top of my head. “Sorry. What are you doing?” “Warming up a hot pocket.” I replied. He pulled his chin from the top of my head and I could feel him staring down at me “You alright?” “Yes… why?” “You eating like a damn horse.”

With a scoff, I pulled away from him at the sound of the microwave dinging, indicating that my food was nice and hot “Shut up. As if you don’t eat like a pregnant woman!” “Well, yeah… that’s normal. I’m a guy. Of course I eat like that. But your little ass… you just ate like an hour ago.” “Yes Chris, but that was breakfast… this, is lunch.” I stated matter of factly as I squeezed past him with my hot lunch and cold bottle of water in tow. I headed into the den, with him right behind me, and stationed myself comfortably on the couch in front of the TV.

I pulled the microwavable pouch off and used a fork to cut the hot pocket down the middle. The moment the two pieces were separated, Chris weaseled a hand over to my plate and I slapped it away “Unh-unh, you practically told me that I was fat in the kitchen and now you wanna eat my hot pocket… no.” “But I didn’t say you were fat though, I just said you eat a lot.” He argued as he continued to reach for one of the halves. “But that’s what you meant. Now leave me to my fatness and let me eat my hot pocket in peace.” I pushed him back away from my plate and scooped up one of the pieces.

Before I could take a good bite of the thing, Chris leaned forward and latched his lips onto the side of my neck. In that instant I dropped the hot pocket away from my mouth and gasped sharply. “I said I didn’t say you were fat.” He muttered with his lips pressed against my neck. Shutting my eyes, I focused on not moaning from the feeling of those pillowy soft lips against that one spot on my neck. Suddenly and without warning that feeling was gone and I snatched my eyes open to find him staring at me… as he chomped into one half of my hot pocket. “Chriiiiis!” I exclaimed. “Whaaat?” He mocked me and he went on devouring my food before my very eyes.

“Whatever, eat it while you have it because the next time you come over here I’m gonna tell my aunt to lock up all the food.” I fussed with a frown. “Yeah right, you love me too much to not let me eat.” He said, leaning forward to deliver a sweet peck to my cheek. Realizing what he was referring to, I reached over and rained a hard blow down on his arm. “Ouch girl, what you hitting me for?” He laughed as he rubbed dramatically at his wounded shoulder. “You… nasty.” I giggled.

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chicxulubjerry-blog · 5 years

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This is such a good one - Time Out by the Dave Brubeck Quartet - and I paused to think - but is it tho? I was about to make the remark to my uber driver when the memory of the saxophone solo in the middle of the song kicked in bunging me like a slow rapist, taking his time in with my memory, caressing it, wining it, dining it, winging it, dinging it, rubbing some coconut oil down the pink walls before grabbing ahold of my pony tail and taking my wild ass for a ride. Thats what Jazz does. Thats what a bottle of Rose at 10 in the morning does to a cheeseburger in your gut. Nobody has sex like that anymore, like they used to online. Over instant messenger when I was 13 and she was 24, supposedly, admittedly, consensually, temporarily, permanently, very permanently.

Things became very permanent once the internet set in. Data is such a fragile concept. Everything can be lost but never deleted. I remember the billy club that she used on herself. And the other boys in the chat room commenting “do you know this girl? Damn, you’re so lucky, dude!” And I boasted like I did back then and, yeah. I do. She’s my neighbor’s live-in acupuncturist. She owns roller skates like you wouldn’t believe. She makes brown pudding look WET. Gol dernit’ she’s the best stone mason this side of Lick Creek. Not the most skilled, just the most practiced. I tried hard to think of something that wouldn’t make me, but it seems anything can be sexualized. What about a garbage picker? Too straightforward. And those jumpsuits. Mmm! She wipes dogs asses for a living. Is that a job? Must be? She cares for recently raped suburban animals when they curl up on your doorstep and beg for mercy just before dawn and then flee back into the woods like vampires when the light breaks. I have security cameras, so I know. I’ve seen it. Now I wake up when it’s dark just to catch the freshly raped squirrels lying in a puddle of fox semen on my front porch. Dammit. Now he’s playing Dueling Banjos.

You have to focus, man. This is no way to build a stellar playlist. Injury attorney. She was my massively overweight aunt’s injury attorney when she twisted her ankle on the job and sued the company for one hundred and fifty K and won. There. Did it work? Probably not. And when we robbed your cousin’s house filled with punitive damage winnings. The plates that we broke on the dining room floor and the wetbar mirror we covered in lipstick. Oh Wolfie. You casual warlock, you deviant witch. The future unrolls like a cartoon tongue.

Riding in someone else’s vehicle is such an erogenous experience it’s impossible not to sense it. Don’t even go near a tunnel. Or a drive-thru, for that matter. Yikes. The Entertainer starts and I yell out “OH COME ON”, shaking the driver’s seat in front of me like a chimp. “YOU FUCK” why don’t you just take me to the piano stairs and bend me over and rape me. Yikes. We’re on a real raping binge today. Big old yellow bus rape me. Kurt you dirty Fucking animal.

I learned last night that my friend who killed himself 4 years ago left a suicide note, and that his family was too embarrassed to share it with his friends, or with the community, or whatever you call the people who gather to climb hills behind houses that you shared with the deceased when befuddled by their death. Nobody knew what to do. They wouldn’t tell us how to feel. We were never told how or why he did it. Not even the smallest hint about drugs, weaponry, romance. No context. No proper resolution. No feelings. Until this note. “Call me The Duke,” it started off. Apparently it was all nonsensical bullshit. Leave it to Wolfie to get the last laugh. “They’ll never figure this fucking shit out. Call me The Duke. Ha! ha! Fuck me. I’ve been raped enough times already. Now it’s time for me to do the fucking. I’m the one with the billy club now, having all the fun.” You see? Goodbye my fellow passengers. So much for the sub bass. Iaora Tahiti. The imperial fist of time has finally slipped on its latex glove and we’re all going under tonight. I wonder if I still have that recording of his gaping butthole. Call me the Duke!

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olivialadyangler · 4 years

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How it began...

My grandmother was an avid fisherwoman. I have fond memories of this Aunt Bea figure..you know the one...the Pentecostal grandma in a long dress, hair pulled up in a bun, with these solid black cloddy shoes....pulled over on the side of the northern Oklahoma highway, in the middle of what seemed like nowhere, hiking to this special place carrying our cane poles, a bucket, and box of worms. You could hear the distant babbling of the water ...as we topped the tiny hill..there it was...that beautiful creek coming down the hill....we would sit for hours....just fishing.....in peace.

That peaceful feeling never evaded me when I went fishing.....I loved fishing....as I got older our adventures turned to hiking to hidden ponds....and then...one day it happened...I hooked my first monster bass in my Great Aunt Ruth and Uncle Ted's pond....I remember seeing it jump..it danced on water....my cane pole jilted and jumped and twisted what felt like forever as I struggled to reel the line in.....Then, I saw her. She was HUGE!! That beautiful largemough bass......I remember her eyes as she struggled to unhook herself....and then..just like that...she was gone....as I reeled my line in...worm gone...hook dangling there in dispair....I sank in defeat..I must have been 10 years old...I remember my grandma looking at me and saying "well, we will try again next time" in her calm Aunt Bea voice... But, I couldn't wait until next time, I wanted that feeling again. For years to come I would beg her to take me to Aunt Ruth and Uncle Ted's so I could try again... I never caught that fish again, I really think someone snuck in and caught her and kept her, but that feeling of excitement, defeat, and challenge stuck with me for years to come. And that...that is where it all began.....

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largemouthbassnation · 6 years

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Fishing – You Got To See My Big Mistake! Well, the Shepard’s are back but this time we are fishing the moment. Catching anything as we fish down the bank.. We catch a lot of fish and lose some giants.. They will be back.. Hope y’all enjoy and thanks so much.. source

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robbyrobinson · 7 years

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Shattered Innocence (Pt. 6 - Remade)

"24600! You have a visitor!" exclaimed a warden.

Rita's eyes shoot open upon hearing the warden's threatening voice. Yawning, she picked herself up from her bed, and stretches. In the place of her usual attire was an orange jumpsuit uniform. Branded on her shirt was her identification number. Everything happened so fast, it was hard for Rita's mind to absorb it all. It had been a week since Lincoln was abducted and brutally murdered. Immediately afterward, she and her husband were arrested for child neglect, and were sentenced to life in prison. With all that time in prison, Rita thought back to that situation, regretting how she didn't notice the warning signs. As a mother, her duty was to love all of her children equally, but she failed even that due to how she treated her son. Rita remembered how she held Lincoln when he was born, and how she had sworn to always look after him. That same child would soon end up being unfairly evicted from his home and killed before his life truly began. Rita was ashamed with herself. How could she have been so foolish to let this happen to her son? She should've been more unbelieving of the claim that he was bad luck, she should've taken his side, but she didn't even bat an eyelid when it was suggested that they sell all of his furniture as a precaution.

The only thing that she could remember about her son now was the saddened look he had on his face when she slammed the door on him. It pained her even now to even think back on it. Rita follows the warden to a small room, and she sits down in a chair. In front of her was a glass window. Across from her, she saw an elderly man. She immediately knew who it was just by his hair.

"Dad..."

Albert and Rita stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Rita drops her head out of shame to avoid his glance. After a few minutes fly by, Albert sighs, and picks up the phone. Rita quietly picks up her phone as well.

"I had that dream again" sighed Albert.

Rita was confused by his ominous comment. "Dream?"

"Of when I had first taken Lincoln fishing. I remember it as though it were yesterday. I picked him up just before the crack of dawn, and we took a boat down to the creek. I can still smell the crisp air as it tickled my face. Lincoln was so determined to get a fish that he never gave up, even when he ended up catching shoes, bottles, and whatever else people throw into the creek." Albert stopped momentarily to laugh. "But then, just before we left, Lincoln caught something. Yeah, it was a small and scrawny minnow, but Lincoln was so happy with himself. Happiness was practically radiating from him. Yes, that was the dream I had."

Rita frowned. "Dad, I'm so sorry for everything. Every time I go to sleep, I can only see the feeling of betrayal on Lincoln's face." Her voice began to break. "I knew that it was a bad idea to lock him out. I don't know why I didn't go with my gut that night..."

Albert sighed restlessly. "Rita."

Rita understood that tone in his voice. Not once had her father expressed any hatred towards her for what she had done to his grandson. Rather, she realized that he was deeply disappointed in her for her involvement. Worse, she realized that he only called her by her birth name instead of saying anything to the line of "daughter" or "dear." Not only was Albert upset with her, but he was even trying to avoid identifying her as his daughter. This realization made her feel even more miserable.

Albert rubs his forehead. "Rita, I thought I raised you better than that. I taught you responsibility and attentiveness. I honestly thought that I was doing my hardest to prepare you for adulthood, but all I see is an immature young girl who would believe in some rumor that their children were spreading."

Rita said nothing afterward. His words pierced her heart. All that he had said was absolutely true. She was supposed to be the responsible adult, and yet she became ensnared with this nonsense. It was a sin that she couldn't even hope to repent from.

Albert stood up from his chair. "His funeral starts at 3 in the evening. I'm honestly concerned about your other children's predicament." Albert sighs again "I only pray that they don't reap what you have sewn."

Albert gently places the phone back on its hook, and exited through the door. All things considered, this may as well be the last time that Rita would ever see her dad. After all, he isn't going to live forever. As she meditated on these thoughts, the warden manifests behind her, rudely prying her out of her train of thought.

"Back to your cell, 24600!"

Rita picks herself up from her seat, and reluctantly follows the warden back to her cell. Along the way, she saw her husband sitting in his cell bed, his hands clasped over his face. It didn't take much to figure out that he was in deep mourning. Rita and the warden travel all the way down the hall, and he opens the cell door for her.

"You people make me sick" states the warden "people like you deserve to rot behind these bars." He slams the door in front of Rita, and walks up the deep, dark hallway. Rita burst into tears the moment he left.

Cars lined the street of the funeral home when the clock struck 3. Never had there been such a showing in all the years of the town. The Loud family arrives to the funeral home not too long afterward. Despite the huge crowd, they found a place to park, and they all entered into the funeral home. Besides Lucy, all of the Loud sisters were wearing black. Ever since the death of their only brother, the life was practically drained from each of the sisters. None of the girls engaged in their typical activities. Luna had permanently locked her bass away, Luan discontinued her funny business much to the despair of her potential clients. Lisa not only put her tools into storage, but some of the money that she had earned went into the making of the funeral. To her, it was the least she could do.

The girls had invited as many people as they could to attend the service, most of them being the families of the Royal Woods Stalker's victims. The McBrides had also agreed to pay their condolences, but Clyde made it clear to them that he was only coming so that he could pay his respects to his late best friend, and that he intends on permanently severing his ties with them once the funeral is over. As for the Santiago family, they were prohibited from attending. Ever since that fiasco that Ronnie Anne had with Lynn in regards to her boyfriend's death, who knew what she would do if she were to see Lynn again at the funeral? That, and Bobby wouldn't have been able to bear watching Lincoln's coffin into the ground. Lincoln was like a brother to him; seeing him being laid to rest would practically haunt him for the rest of his life. Given how Lincoln's body was discovered to have been in such a violent condition, Aunt Ruth requested that coffin be remained closed, fearing that her nieces would psychologically break down if they were to lay their eyes on his lifeless corpse. The Loud family find their seats, and they sit down. The funeral began shortly afterward.

The pastor preceding over the funeral walked up to the stand and directly faced the assembly. He straightens up his glasses before speaking. "We are gathered here today to bid farewell to Lincoln Loud, who is survived by his ten sisters." The pastor looks over at the family. "Given recent updates to his case, we will leave it at that. Anyway, let's begin. Who shall go first?"

Silence overtook the room as the pastor scanned the room for a volunteer. The sisters gave each other a forlorn look before Lori stands up from her seat. "I'll go."

The preacher nods knowingly. He makes room for Lori as she took the stage. Lori looks at her sisters and the rest of the crowd. Her hands shook as she felt her emotions building from within her. Lori sighs. "OK...I never thought I'd have to speak at my brother's funeral, but here I am. To start with, Lincoln was more than just my younger brother, he was thoughtful, he was always there whenever we needed help, he was always so generous. He was even willing to put up with us even when we turned him away." Lori's voice began to break when she could no longer withhold her sorrow. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that Lincoln was more than a brother; he was my friend, and I'm going to spend the majority of my life missing him."

Lori began to weep bitterly, and gripped onto the podium. Luna walks up to her and rubs her back. "We're all gonna miss him, sis." She tried to sound reassuring, but even she was overcome with sadness. Lori is led off the stage thus leaving Luna to go next.

"I remember how I used to hold Lincoln when he was a baby." Luna tops momentarily, sniffling. "Ever since then, I had a good relationship with him. I even helped to make his first concert experience amazing. He was always there to support me and my dreams, and yet here I am now, and I can't even begin to cover how much he did for me."

Luan was next. "When he was my assistant, it seemed that my business was skyrocketing." Luan's lower lip quivers. "Now that he's gone, business had never been the same. No one can replace him."

Lucy followed suit. Luan lowers the microphone to her eye level and steps back. "Normally I enjoy going to funerals, but I never thought I would have to come to my brother's." As she spoke, there was some noticeable emotion in her usually monotonous tone. "I confided in Lincoln to keep my darkest secrets under lock and key. He had done so much for me, but I'll never get to repay him for it." She drops her head. Even though she kept her eyes hidden away under her bangs, tears streaked down her cheeks, wetting them.

Each sister each shared a few words about Lincoln, the sole exception being Lynn herself. Lynn couldn't bring herself to say anything slightly positive about her brother. Why should she? Everything that had transpired was her fault. Despite it being only a week since Lincoln's death, she still felt largely responsible for setting everything into motion. She tried to browse her mind for any good times that she had with her brother, but to her horror, she couldn't subconsciously find anything. All those moments with Lincoln only benefited her and her alone. Before this, she treated Lincoln badly by bullying him. She thought that it was all in good fun; it never crossed her mind that she could've been wrong about this until it was too late. "If Lincoln were to look at her now, what would he think of me she asked herself."

After the family had shared a word about Lincoln, others were allowed to share their thoughts. Eventually, the pastor gave the benediction, and the undertakers are given the signal to take the coffin to its final resting place. The undertakers carefully pick up the ends of the coffin, and they began to march with it. They manage to place the coffin in the back of the car when the twins run up towards two of the undertakers and cling onto their legs.

"Please, don't take our brother away from us!" they screamed in unison.

The undertakers sighed irritably, and they shook the girls off their legs before heading into the car. The car drones awake, and it drives off with Lincoln's coffin in the back. The twins were devastated.

Ruth walks up to the two girls, and pats their heads. "Okay, girls, I think we've seen enough."

The girls walk off with Ruth. Initially, Lynn stayed behind to silently grieve for her brother before being called.

Whilst the girls were leaving, they come into contact with a man. To say that the man was bizarre looking was an understatement. He seemed to have sunken eyes, and he was overly skinny so much so, that his clothes seemed to flow loosely from his body. His hair was practically non-existent. He had thin strips of gray hair along the sides of his head, but his chrome was bare. In fact, his entire head could pass as a raisin. He looked tentatively at the girls before a smile spread across his face, wrinkling at the tips. He apparently hadn't heard of a toothbrush as his teeth were unnaturally yellow.

"Sorry for your loss" says the mysterious man.

Lori was repulsed by him, but she thought to say something so that she didn't come off as rude. "Uh...thanks?"

The man wordlessly nods his head before walking away. They watch him get into his truck, which seemed to be on the verge of breaking down, and he drives away. They didn't even remember seeing him among the assembly. Something rubbed Lori the wrong way about this man, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Besides, now wasn't the time to delve into that. She hops into Ruth's car, and the car began to slowly roll away from the funeral home.

"That guy was totes creepy..." whispers Leni.

"Definitely."

#shatteredinnocence #loudhouse #theloudhouse #austindr #robbyrobinson #loudhousefanfiction #fanfiction #royal woods stalker #royal woods #michigan

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cadelle-blog1 · 7 years

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So @mykara-art tagged me...

Rules: Share 11 facts about yourself, answer 11 questions provided by the tagger, tag 11 awesome people and leave 11 questions for them to answer!

11 Facts About Me:

1 - I love videogames, cartoons, animes and wolves <3

2 - I have two dogs (two females), the older one hates the younger one, the younger one loves the older one (she is still kinda a pup she just doesn't know why the older one hates her)

3 - I'm afraid of balloons... This might be because I'm afraid of loud sudden noises

4 - My gf forced me to ship BillDip (yes, I blame you mykara)

5 - I became an aunt when I was six, I now have two nieces (they are both 12 now and where almost born on the exact same day so I call them birth twins) and a nephew <3

6 - I have lucid dreams all night long but I never learned it I got it when my PTSD started...

7 - I'm mykaras wife... I'll stay under her mercy... (please don't take this too serious <3 We have a healthy realation/friendship)

8 - I will protect my family, so whoever hurts someone I love, he/she will pay for it because I will cuddle them... *voice Drops* to death!

9 - You want to scare me? Just send me a note with the word 'Vampire' in it and I will beg for mercy... They are scary...

10 - If someone becomes my friend, I will share my love with them forever <3

11 - I have a turtle... She lives with hundrets of guppys together in her tank... She's so damn peaceful, she doesn't eat something until the fish leave her food alone (or she is just too lazy to hunt a fish XD)

1.Which languages do you speak? German, english and a littlebit latin

2.Cartoon or Anime? Explain why. Uhm what about... Both? I couldn't choose. I didn't watched an anime since last year (maybe in june?) and I love watching cartoons but still, I love to watch both.

3.What’s you biggest dream? To live in the forest... I just can't stand humanity but I still don't want to leave my family alone...

4.What’s your favourite book? (I need som recommendations qwq) Definitely 'Moon Called' and 'Blood Bound' from the Mercy Thompson series <3

5.Ever played any instrument? Hahaha! You don't make me count all the instruments I played, do you? (There are just so many... Piano, bass, guitar, flute (all sorts of flute), strings (all sorts of strings) and many many more)

6.Any Otps?~ Gravity Falls: BillDip and WenDip... I prefer BillDip more actually (thanks to my gf again...) South Park: Creek! I love Creek! (Also a little bit Dip and my OT3 Stan/Kyle/Kenny) Yes I know, OTP means 'one true pairing' but I can't choose <3

7.What would you do if you had only one day left to live? (that one sounds so sark, sorry >-<) Spent time with my family (yes, you are one of my family members too mykara <3)

8.Do you have any pets? If no, do you want any? Oh, I actually wrote about my pets in the Facts ^^' yes I have pets, two dogs, some fishes and a turtle <3

9.Chocolate or chips? Chocolate. Chips are worse than chocolate for my migraine.

10.How many fingers am I holding up? (the first one to answer that correctly gets a free request XD) Uhm I dunno... Maybe... Four?

11.What’s you favourite holiday and why? I love christmas! It's so peaceful and I love the smell.

Sorry, no questions from myself, I just don't know anybody yet. I'll maybe tag some people later and add questions <3

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