Four eccentric individuals choose to reveal themselves through inviting the others on 'field trips' into their lives. The narrator of the story struggles with his feelings towards the female member of the group, while dealing with his own search for a place in his own broken family and the dysfunctional world at large.
Sometimes the fight in the ring is only half the battle. For Diego, there was the upcoming title bout and keeping his eyes on the prize as well as his pride but the cartel had other ideas. Would he take the dive they offered to keep everything he loved dear safe or go out like a man on his feet still punching?
All of us were looking forward to a lively night of decadence and pleasure over on the Illinois side of the river. Ole Mark Twain painted the Illinois side of the Ole Muddy Water as being almost idyllic and in many ways it was. While The Purple Crackle was not the rustic utopia of Jackson's Island, it did have some qualities that old Tom and Huck could never have imagined - Free flowing liquor twenty three and a half hours per day and eighteen year old college girls trying to get someone to buy it for them.
Beneath the calm waters of the socially constructed human experience lies the stormy and often terrifying human condition. It is through these foreboding seas we must sail our boats alone and face the mythical monsters of our own mortality. Yet though the voyage is formidable, it is not without hope, and the island of our salvation sits somewhere beyond the blue waves.
What do you believe and why do you believe it? Using a fame built on lies, one man stood up and dared to tell the truth. Now, imprisoned and alone, he discovers the hardest torture to endure is simple persuasion.
ONE and OTHER are speaking to each other, but we are also looking at the inner-workings of random thoughts. Do not play as "insane." These characters are quite aware of reality, but repeatedly get lost in their own worlds as they contemplate waiting. This could be considered one character's inner conflict, played by two actors.
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When I bent down to dry my feet after showering my pendulous breasts knocked against my knees with a thud, and my whole life changed forever. After consultations with eight surgeons, I chose Dr. Simone. Although he was a noted physician and teacher in a prestigious learning hospital, my breast reduction and nipple replacement surgery would cost me next to nothing, because an intern would perform the operation while Dr. Simone looked on.
So here I was, lying on a metal operating table, a fuzzy-brained, inert, lump, surrounded by young interns. I'm not sure how many, because happy juice was being pumped into my arm through a thin, plastic tube.
Mrs. O'Brian, I'm ready," one young man said, pulling the sheet down to my waist and raising my arms above my head. Both breasts plopped down to the sides of my body. "Mmm," he reflected. "You're lucky. We just got a hold of a lovely, perky- pair of nipples. I think they'll be perfect."
I smiled, dribbling through my almost numb lips.
"I have more good news for you, but I'll let Dr. Marsh tell you about it."
A bearded young man stroked my hair. "Can you hear me, Mrs. O'Brian?"
"Uhh…. Uhh… "I gurgled like an infant.
"Mrs. O'Brian," he shouted like I was deaf, instead of drugged out of my mind. "I've decided to throw in a free tummy tuck."
After shaping my lips, I mumbled, "my belly button…"
"You're belly button? Oh yes," he laughed. "When I remove that tire of fat around your middle, your belly button will have to go, but don't worry, I'll tattoo one on and you'll never know the difference."
I shook my head, and forced myself to stay alert. Another young man pulled the sheet all the way down. "Just as I thought, "he remarked, rolling me onto my side. "We'll have to tighten her butt by pulling all of the excess skin into her crack, and as long as we're at it, I can get rid of the cellulite on her thighs by tucking the skin up. "
"Good, good," another agreed. She'll never see the thin scars."
He rolled me back down, and a freckled-faced man ran his fingers through my pubic hair. "This will never do. Too sparse and too gray. What do you gents say to my giving her a pubic hair transplant?"
"Sounds fine to me," the bearded one said, "but if you do that, I think you should add some plugs under her arms."
"I'm sixty-one," I slurred, my eyes rolling around in my head. "Can't afford…."
"Mrs. O'Brian, "Dr. Simone said, taking my hand. "Don't worry about money. The total cost of this operation will still be only $375.00 for the bandages, plus state and local tax. My interns and I appreciate your giving us the opportunity to operate on you, and to show my gratitude, I'm going to throw in a free face lift and then Botox your lips.
"Tanks," I mumbled.
The last thing I remember hearing, before I woke up encased in a white-gauze bandage that went from the tip of my head to the bottom of my toes was: "Sal, those nipples don't match. What are we going to do?"
"Keep her here," Sal replied. "I'll check out the morgue and see if I can find another pair."
by K.D. Bloodworth
Divorced and too much time on her hands, Dawn finds herself drawn into an online dating site. Her vacation trip to meet the smooth talking, handsome man, turns into a fight for her life. Her only hope to survive, is to escape the wilderness and the terror of the madman. Click on the cover to order from Amazon.