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Londis Carpenter
Sep 2010
NOTE: This is a short story; not a poem. (author)
(Sometimes when you don’t know something can’t be done, you discover a way to do it.)
High at the top of a tree in Forest Park, Parker Squirrel lived in a nest that his mother had built from a hollowed out place inside the trunk of an old oak. A large branch forked away from the main trunk and a hole in the bark conveniently served as a doorway to the outside world. On one particular morning, Parker poked his head out from the doorway of his home and looked around very carefully at his surroundings. It wasn’t the first time in his young life that he had peeked at the outside world from his mother’s nest, but this time he was more alert and cautious than he had ever been before. Today he was orphaned and all alone. Sometime in the dark of night, while he was hiding deep inside the nest, he was forced to watch in terror when a large owl came and took away his mother. So today, feeling very timid and afraid, Parker made every effort to look in each direction before leaving his cozy home to explore and search for food.
Just ahead of him he saw that the rustic ranger station stood like a monument, to welcomed visitors to the state park. On his left he could see the foothills of the purple mountain range. He knew that these foothills and their woodlands were all part of the place called Forest Park. Off to his right a dancing brook bubbled along the edge of a grassy meadow. In its tall grasses he saw a white-tail doe playing with her newborn fawn. There seemed to be no danger in that direction, so Parker stretched his neck upward and watched as white, cotton-ball clouds floated across the azure blue sky. Finally he looked down at the ground far below just in time to see a large toad quickly hop under the cover of some wild mushrooms. Still, he sensed no danger.
Unfortunately, in order to see the forest behind him, it was necessary for Parker to leave his nest and climb around to the other side of his oak tree. And that was a problem for Parker, because the little squirrel was still much too timid to take such a chance. Instead he stretched as far as he could to look around the wide tree trunk and into the woods.
Glancing back into the forest, Parker saw more tall oak trees with their strong, stately trunks. He saw a scattering of white flowers that revealed the presence of dogwood trees. A stand of sugar maples displayed their graceful branches and delicate leaves. He also noticed some early spring flowers and wild mustard plants splashing bright yellow hues against the fresh green Indian grasses where a tiny meadow carpeted the outer edge of the forest floor.
There were no owls!
Even if they were hiding where he couldn’t see them, Parker would know they were there. He would be able to smell their unmistakable odor. To nearly all rodents, the owls have a peculiar stench that is putrid and foul. And even a young squirrel like Parker would recognize it at once.
The young squirrel was fascinated by all he saw. His furry skin tingled in the warm glow of the bright, noonday sunshine, almost making him forget the tragedy of the previous night. Parker had only arrived into the world about six weeks ago, but in squirrel time that meant he would soon be approaching young adulthood. He had always been cozy and comfortable, cradled in the nest his mother had built in the tall oak tree. He had always enjoyed foraging with her for seeds and nuts. The pantry was partly filled, even now, with acorns and hickory nuts, which emitted a woodsy aroma that reminded him of his mother. He loved the wonderful world he saw from his perch and his heart was so happy that he began to chatter a new springtime song, which he seemed to hear playing all by itself inside his head.
Parker was so enthralled by all the new sights and smells filling his senses that he nearly outstretched the length of his body as he leaned outside the doorway to his mother’s cozy nest and suddenly he fell and tumbled onto the forest floor beneath him. He landed with a horrible thud! The little squirrel landed on his back into a clump of moss that grew beneath the tall oak, which only moments before had been his citadel.
“Ouch!” chattered Parker as he recovered his breath. The fall had knocked the wind from his lungs but as soon as he discovered he could breath again he checked himself all over to make sure he wasn’t seriously hurt. Then he began to explore the forest floor.
The little squirrel was so excited, as he ran from one discovery to another, that he completely lost track of time. Before he knew it, he was a long way from his mother’s tree and it was growing dark. The little squirrel ran from tree to tree looking for his home and finally he stopped at a very tall oak. Parker was certain that this was the same tree from which he had fallen, so as fast as he could scurry, he climbed up the trunk, searching among its branches for his mother’s nest. When he failed to find his home in the trunk of the tree, Parker finally realized that he was lost. The young squirrel had exhausted all of his strength running through the woods.
Afraid and suddenly very lonely, Parker was also very sleepy and hungry. Since he had no food and didn’t know what else he could do, Parker curled up into a ball at the crook of a branch and fell asleep. Next morning Parker searched the tree again for his home. To his surprise he stumbled upon a strange nest made up of branches and twigs of oak built close to the trunk of the tree. This nest seemed substantial and well built. The interior of the nesting cup was about eight inches across and five inches deep. Although the nest looked crude from the outside, its bowl was delicately and warmly lined with a combination of moss, feathers and leaves. It was about seventy-five feet from the ground and two fledgling crows were sleeping inside.
An older squirrel might have killed the baby crows for food and driven off the adult birds when they returned, but Parker just climbed inside the nest, curled up beside the sleeping pair, and fell asleep to dream about where he would find his next meal.
Parker’s sleep was interrupted by the noise of the two young birds’ loud clamoring for food. Their incessant calls were being tended to by the mamma crow, which had returned to the nest and was now busy stuffing their hungry mouths with an assortment of seeds and worms. As strange as it seems and much to Parker’s surprise, the mother crow also began stuffing his mouth with food just the same as if she was feeding her own children. Although he didn’t like the earthy taste of the worms, Parker was very hungry and he swallowed every bite. He found that he was actually quite satisfied with the meal.
Parker soon learned that there had originally been six baby birds occupying the crow nest, but sadly four had recently been taken by the owls in nighttime raids. Perhaps the loss of her own children was the reason the Mother Crow decided to adopt the baby squirrel and began feeding it along with her own young. In nature there are many mysteries and not all of them have easy answers. But, whatever her reason, one thing is very certain. Parker Squirrel had been officially adopted into the Crow family and he now had a new mother and a new home, complete with a brother and a sister.
Parker’s new siblings were very close to his own age, which meant they soon would begin standing on the edge of the nest and even leave to nearby branches of the tree when they were being fed. In the course of another week they would be leaving the nest and taking their initial flight while being watched, tended to, and protected by their adult parents. So Parker had a great surprise awaiting him. He didn’t know it yet, but in just a few days Mamma Crow would be expecting him to learn to fly. Of course, squirrels, by nature, are curious and quite acrobatic and no one had ever yet told Parker that he couldn’t fly like a bird. So when the time came for Parker and his siblings to make their initial test flights, he spread his arms and began to flap them hard, as though they were wings, as he leaped from the nest. Naturally the little squirrel tumbled down once again onto the forest floor with another thud.
Encouraged and nudged along by Mamma Crow and by taunts from his new brother and sister, Parker tried again and again to fly. Each time he tried flapping his little arms like wings and each time he fell to earth with a thud. Soon his whole body ached with painful bruises from his many falls. But even more than the motivation and prodding from his new family, Parker wanted to fly. There was something inside Parker that made him want to keep trying. Parker really did want to fly.
Immediately after being adopted, Parker had begun foraging for his own food by pure instinct. When he found acorns and seeds he brought them by mouthfuls back to the Crow family’s nest. But now the urge to fly was almost as strong inside him as his urge to scour the forest floor for acorns and nuts.
At night Parker dreamed about flying. As a younger squirrel he had often dreamed about being a “super squirrel” that flew around the forest, from tree to tree, doing good deeds and fighting off the evil owls with his super powers. But the urge he felt now to soar through the air was different from the wishful thinking of a childhood fantasy. Parker felt that he had to fly. He just had to.
He thought about why he wanted to fly so badly. It was more than the fact that his new brother and sister could fly. There was some important reason deep inside him that made him yearn to soar from tree to tree. As time passed Parker met other squirrels in the forest and he knew very well by now that he was not a crow, so why couldn’t he just be content to be like the other squirrels and forget all about this nonsense of flying after all. He thought that perhaps it was because he remembered what the owls had done to his mother and what they had done to those siblings from his new family that were taken before he even had a chance to meet them. Perhaps now, he thought, he was just afraid and only wanted to fly so he could escape the danger of the owls. Maybe he was just a coward.
The next night when Parker went to sleep he dreamed again of flying. But there was something different about this dream. In his dream Parker was not flying like the crows fly. He didn’t flap his arms up and down like wings. Instead he just glided and soared with no effort at all. In this dream he could actually feel the wind flowing over his body as he glided from one tree to another. When the sun came out and awakened him from his sleep, Parker couldn’t wait to try again. This time when he jumped from the nest he would not flap his arms because, after all, arms aren’t wings are they?
Before anyone could stop him, Parker leaped from the nest. He began to fall straight down, but instead of flapping his arms up and down, he stretched his arms and legs out as far as they would reach. Then, suddenly something happened. Instead of dropping to the ground with a painful thud, Parker started gliding. He didn’t fly far enough to reach another tree, but he was able to glide to another branch on his own tree. After recovering from his own surprise, he looked back to the nest and he saw his mother and brother and sister all standing on the edge of the nest with looks of amazement on their faces. They were all calling out to him to try it again. This time, having learned what to expect, Parker glided all the way to the next tree. After a few more tries, Mother Crow was flying right beside him.
One day Mamma Crow told him to follow her. “Come with me,” she said. “I want to show you something.” And he followed her, gliding from tree to tree. She led him to a new place, deeper into the woods than he had ever been. Soon they arrived at a place in the forest that almost seemed enchanted. He was very surprised to see that were lots of other squirrels gliding from tree to tree just like Parker.
“This is your new home,” said Mother Crow to Parker. “You’re not just an ordinary squirrel, you know, you are a flying squirrel.”
Then she told him, “From the day I first adopted you I knew that you were special. But you had to discover by yourself who you really are. Here in this place you can be safe and make friends of your own kind.” After saying goodbye and wishing him well, she waved at him and, looking back one more time, she flew away.
Well, that is how Parker learned to fly and how he discovered who he really was. After that he continued to live a very happy life with his new friends. The owls never seemed to trouble him in this part of the woods. But he never, ever, forgot about Mother Crow and the family that adopted him. Even to this day, Parker often stops by the nest with a mouthful of acorns and nuts.
(Sometimes when you don’t know something can’t be done, you discover a way to do it.)
High at the top of a tree in Forest Park, Parker Squirrel lived in a nest that his mother had built from a hollowed out place inside the trunk of an old oak. A large branch forked away from the main trunk and a hole in the bark conveniently served as a doorway to the outside world. On one particular morning, Parker poked his head out from the doorway of his home and looked around very carefully at his surroundings. It wasn’t the first time in his young life that he had peeked at the outside world from his mother’s nest, but this time he was more alert and cautious than he had ever been before. Today he was orphaned and all alone. Sometime in the dark of night, while he was hiding deep inside the nest, he was forced to watch in terror when a large owl came and took away his mother. So today, feeling very timid and afraid, Parker made every effort to look in each direction before leaving his cozy home to explore and search for food.
Just ahead of him he saw that the rustic ranger station stood like a monument, to welcomed visitors to the state park. On his left he could see the foothills of the purple mountain range. He knew that these foothills and their woodlands were all part of the place called Forest Park. Off to his right a dancing brook bubbled along the edge of a grassy meadow. In its tall grasses he saw a white-tail doe playing with her newborn fawn. There seemed to be no danger in that direction, so Parker stretched his neck upward and watched as white, cotton-ball clouds floated across the azure blue sky. Finally he looked down at the ground far below just in time to see a large toad quickly hop under the cover of some wild mushrooms. Still, he sensed no danger.
Unfortunately, in order to see the forest behind him, it was necessary for Parker to leave his nest and climb around to the other side of his oak tree. And that was a problem for Parker, because the little squirrel was still much too timid to take such a chance. Instead he stretched as far as he could to look around the wide tree trunk and into the woods.
Glancing back into the forest, Parker saw more tall oak trees with their strong, stately trunks. He saw a scattering of white flowers that revealed the presence of dogwood trees. A stand of sugar maples displayed their graceful branches and delicate leaves. He also noticed some early spring flowers and wild mustard plants splashing bright yellow hues against the fresh green Indian grasses where a tiny meadow carpeted the outer edge of the forest floor.
There were no owls!
Even if they were hiding where he couldn’t see them, Parker would know they were there. He would be able to smell their unmistakable odor. To nearly all rodents, the owls have a peculiar stench that is putrid and foul. And even a young squirrel like Parker would recognize it at once.
The young squirrel was fascinated by all he saw. His furry skin tingled in the warm glow of the bright, noonday sunshine, almost making him forget the tragedy of the previous night. Parker had only arrived into the world about six weeks ago, but in squirrel time that meant he would soon be approaching young adulthood. He had always been cozy and comfortable, cradled in the nest his mother had built in the tall oak tree. He had always enjoyed foraging with her for seeds and nuts. The pantry was partly filled, even now, with acorns and hickory nuts, which emitted a woodsy aroma that reminded him of his mother. He loved the wonderful world he saw from his perch and his heart was so happy that he began to chatter a new springtime song, which he seemed to hear playing all by itself inside his head.
Parker was so enthralled by all the new sights and smells filling his senses that he nearly outstretched the length of his body as he leaned outside the doorway to his mother’s cozy nest and suddenly he fell and tumbled onto the forest floor beneath him. He landed with a horrible thud! The little squirrel landed on his back into a clump of moss that grew beneath the tall oak, which only moments before had been his citadel.
“Ouch!” chattered Parker as he recovered his breath. The fall had knocked the wind from his lungs but as soon as he discovered he could breath again he checked himself all over to make sure he wasn’t seriously hurt. Then he began to explore the forest floor.
The little squirrel was so excited, as he ran from one discovery to another, that he completely lost track of time. Before he knew it, he was a long way from his mother’s tree and it was growing dark. The little squirrel ran from tree to tree looking for his home and finally he stopped at a very tall oak. Parker was certain that this was the same tree from which he had fallen, so as fast as he could scurry, he climbed up the trunk, searching among its branches for his mother’s nest. When he failed to find his home in the trunk of the tree, Parker finally realized that he was lost. The young squirrel had exhausted all of his strength running through the woods.
Afraid and suddenly very lonely, Parker was also very sleepy and hungry. Since he had no food and didn’t know what else he could do, Parker curled up into a ball at the crook of a branch and fell asleep. Next morning Parker searched the tree again for his home. To his surprise he stumbled upon a strange nest made up of branches and twigs of oak built close to the trunk of the tree. This nest seemed substantial and well built. The interior of the nesting cup was about eight inches across and five inches deep. Although the nest looked crude from the outside, its bowl was delicately and warmly lined with a combination of moss, feathers and leaves. It was about seventy-five feet from the ground and two fledgling crows were sleeping inside.
An older squirrel might have killed the baby crows for food and driven off the adult birds when they returned, but Parker just climbed inside the nest, curled up beside the sleeping pair, and fell asleep to dream about where he would find his next meal.
Parker’s sleep was interrupted by the noise of the two young birds’ loud clamoring for food. Their incessant calls were being tended to by the mamma crow, which had returned to the nest and was now busy stuffing their hungry mouths with an assortment of seeds and worms. As strange as it seems and much to Parker’s surprise, the mother crow also began stuffing his mouth with food just the same as if she was feeding her own children. Although he didn’t like the earthy taste of the worms, Parker was very hungry and he swallowed every bite. He found that he was actually quite satisfied with the meal.
Parker soon learned that there had originally been six baby birds occupying the crow nest, but sadly four had recently been taken by the owls in nighttime raids. Perhaps the loss of her own children was the reason the Mother Crow decided to adopt the baby squirrel and began feeding it along with her own young. In nature there are many mysteries and not all of them have easy answers. But, whatever her reason, one thing is very certain. Parker Squirrel had been officially adopted into the Crow family and he now had a new mother and a new home, complete with a brother and a sister.
Parker’s new siblings were very close to his own age, which meant they soon would begin standing on the edge of the nest and even leave to nearby branches of the tree when they were being fed. In the course of another week they would be leaving the nest and taking their initial flight while being watched, tended to, and protected by their adult parents. So Parker had a great surprise awaiting him. He didn’t know it yet, but in just a few days Mamma Crow would be expecting him to learn to fly. Of course, squirrels, by nature, are curious and quite acrobatic and no one had ever yet told Parker that he couldn’t fly like a bird. So when the time came for Parker and his siblings to make their initial test flights, he spread his arms and began to flap them hard, as though they were wings, as he leaped from the nest. Naturally the little squirrel tumbled down once again onto the forest floor with another thud.
Encouraged and nudged along by Mamma Crow and by taunts from his new brother and sister, Parker tried again and again to fly. Each time he tried flapping his little arms like wings and each time he fell to earth with a thud. Soon his whole body ached with painful bruises from his many falls. But even more than the motivation and prodding from his new family, Parker wanted to fly. There was something inside Parker that made him want to keep trying. Parker really did want to fly.
Immediately after being adopted, Parker had begun foraging for his own food by pure instinct. When he found acorns and seeds he brought them by mouthfuls back to the Crow family’s nest. But now the urge to fly was almost as strong inside him as his urge to scour the forest floor for acorns and nuts.
At night Parker dreamed about flying. As a younger squirrel he had often dreamed about being a “super squirrel” that flew around the forest, from tree to tree, doing good deeds and fighting off the evil owls with his super powers. But the urge he felt now to soar through the air was different from the wishful thinking of a childhood fantasy. Parker felt that he had to fly. He just had to.
He thought about why he wanted to fly so badly. It was more than the fact that his new brother and sister could fly. There was some important reason deep inside him that made him yearn to soar from tree to tree. As time passed Parker met other squirrels in the forest and he knew very well by now that he was not a crow, so why couldn’t he just be content to be like the other squirrels and forget all about this nonsense of flying after all. He thought that perhaps it was because he remembered what the owls had done to his mother and what they had done to those siblings from his new family that were taken before he even had a chance to meet them. Perhaps now, he thought, he was just afraid and only wanted to fly so he could escape the danger of the owls. Maybe he was just a coward.
The next night when Parker went to sleep he dreamed again of flying. But there was something different about this dream. In his dream Parker was not flying like the crows fly. He didn’t flap his arms up and down like wings. Instead he just glided and soared with no effort at all. In this dream he could actually feel the wind flowing over his body as he glided from one tree to another. When the sun came out and awakened him from his sleep, Parker couldn’t wait to try again. This time when he jumped from the nest he would not flap his arms because, after all, arms aren’t wings are they?
Before anyone could stop him, Parker leaped from the nest. He began to fall straight down, but instead of flapping his arms up and down, he stretched his arms and legs out as far as they would reach. Then, suddenly something happened. Instead of dropping to the ground with a painful thud, Parker started gliding. He didn’t fly far enough to reach another tree, but he was able to glide to another branch on his own tree. After recovering from his own surprise, he looked back to the nest and he saw his mother and brother and sister all standing on the edge of the nest with looks of amazement on their faces. They were all calling out to him to try it again. This time, having learned what to expect, Parker glided all the way to the next tree. After a few more tries, Mother Crow was flying right beside him.
One day Mamma Crow told him to follow her. “Come with me,” she said. “I want to show you something.” And he followed her, gliding from tree to tree. She led him to a new place, deeper into the woods than he had ever been. Soon they arrived at a place in the forest that almost seemed enchanted. He was very surprised to see that were lots of other squirrels gliding from tree to tree just like Parker.
“This is your new home,” said Mother Crow to Parker. “You’re not just an ordinary squirrel, you know, you are a flying squirrel.”
Then she told him, “From the day I first adopted you I knew that you were special. But you had to discover by yourself who you really are. Here in this place you can be safe and make friends of your own kind.” After saying goodbye and wishing him well, she waved at him and, looking back one more time, she flew away.
Well, that is how Parker learned to fly and how he discovered who he really was. After that he continued to live a very happy life with his new friends. The owls never seemed to trouble him in this part of the woods. But he never, ever, forgot about Mother Crow and the family that adopted him. Even to this day, Parker often stops by the nest with a mouthful of acorns and nuts.
copyright by Londis Carpenter
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jas Aug 2018
chapter one..
jas
Aug 2018
Wow. I think to myself, its already 10 AM, i really wasted two hours of my life bullshitting on that pathetic website. But, it was nice to feel like i was doing the community a favor. That is, steering them in the wrongful path of someone that isn't myself. Ironically hysterical.
I log off and shut my laptop as i take a sip of my coffee that was already cold. Ugh. I dump the rest in my kitchen sink and leave the mug there to be washed later. Procrastination at its finest. Reaching my room i search my closet and grab a dusty old t-shirt and a pair of joggers. Tuesdays were cycling days as well as working out at the rec with my buddies.
Running close to 50 I'm glad to say i stayed in great shape. Most people let themselves go. But not me. Of course, i would rather overpower my trophies, rather victims. Plus, the lean strong type of body attracts the younger woman. They melt away at the thought of a strong older man to care for them. A nurturing man, that is one mask i enjoy. Mainly because it gets me ***. Who can resist?
I reach into the hall closet and pull out the bag of cat food. Hmm, almost empty. Note to self, buy cat food. Ares , meaning God of war, has been with me for about 2 years now. One late night of me sitting on my back porch i heard meowing in the back of my alley. So tiny and helpless, all wet and covered in mud. I took him in as my own.
He pretty much keeps to himself, much like me. Perhaps, in such ways i am also like a cat, minus the sleep. Quiet, tends to his own needs, watches from a distance out the window searching for prey. Maybe that's why i keep him around.
The sun shines bright enough making me squint my eyes all the way to my car. A classic 1969 ZL1 Chevrolet Camaro , V8 engine, up to 500 horsepower perfectly made just for me. Not compared to the camaros nowadays, complete trash if you ask me. Nobody appreciates the classic older culture but of course society changes everyday.
About 30 minutes from Anytime Fitness, the gym that me and my buddies usually meet up at. Although, today i was attending alone. I had much tension to work out given the anxiety of the search for the killer going national. I had about two hours to spare until our cycling group was going to meet up. Perfect.
Ah, the smell of sweaty ***** in the men's room, followed by too much of that Axe body spray being thrown around to disguise the smell. Yeah, because that works. They really should invest in some Febreeze if you ask me.
I approach my locker and put my duffel bag away. Really all i need is my water bottle and my pair of favorite headphones.
Treadmills are the devil. Cardio is the devil in fitness form. But yet i never miss a day. The longest 20 minutes of my life. And that's just the warm up. HA. Continuing with my workout , dripping in sweat, i wonder if i too smell like a dumpster. Leg days are always the easiest for me.
I approach the locker showers and quickly rinse off the stench. Of course, unlike these men, I engage with body wash and deodorant. Drying off my skin, i sit for a minute and realize i am just going to sweat outside some more once me and the boys hit the trail. How unfortunate. At least i wont smell entirely bad.
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Old Fall River Road , our favorite spot to cycle. Located in the all but famous Rocky Mountain National Park. We all enjoyed it because there was basically no traffic to be bothered by and not many people dared to walk the trail. Of course being 12,000 feet from sea level and a long curvy road with no guard rail to keep you from falling, who would want to? I do enjoy a thrill.
Parker Anderson and Miles Lawson, two of the best sons of guns i could ever meet. Parker was a real estate agent and actually sold me my house. That's how we met actually. Somehow we bonded over our love of shooting guns at the range, fishing and of course getting drunk. Occasionally every Friday, we head out to any local bar, grab a few brews and just relax. Talking **** and picking up girls, our two best qualities.
And than there is Miles. He's about 5 years older than me but his features show him younger. Must be ******* nice. He's married with two kids well off in college now. He was a friend of Parker's first before i ever got introduced to him. Overall great guy with a wicked sense of humor. Wicked enough for me.
Parker approaches me first with a handshake and Miles with a casual nod.
Parker - " Yo, what's up bud? Getting bigger I see."
Miles - "Yeah from jacking off I bet" ,as he grins and chuckles.
Parker - " And? Nothing wrong with that."
" Alright guys, y'all done? I'm ready to hit this trail." I say. Honestly i just didn't feel the need for gossip. Keeping up with my mask of a social life was tougher than people make it seem.
Miles " Yeah yeah just don't want me ******' on you. Alright let's go, my wife wants me home in time for dinner at five. Who the **** has dinner so early? I'm going to be hungry within the next two hours."
Me- " Bro, you're literally always eating. I don't know how it hasn't caught up to you."
Parker - " OK boys, enough chit chat. Let'***** it."
We really should have thought this through. Colorado weather was roughly in the 60's nearing this time of year, but man that sun sure was something. Cycling our way up the trail gave us a moment of pure silence.
Building our stamina all the way to the top and then resting for a few gulps of water.
" Nobody should have to do cardio more than twice a week, let alone twice a day."
Parker - " Twice? Who you running from? The cops?"
Miles - " Yeah right, i bet the cops would be running from him."
Well, they got that right. Either way made sense , but i just grinned.
" I worked out right before i came to meet up with you guys. How you think I look this good? Not everyone can appear so young like Miles."
Miles - " Jealous *******."
We continue cycling down the path and finally reach the end after about two long hours.
"****, I don't know about y'all but I'm burnt."
Miles - " Oh **** me, its already 4:25, at this point and all this traffic I'm cutting it close."
Parker - " Tight leash, huh?"
Miles - " My wife is always on my *** about something. Says I'm always out with y'all and not home. Clingy as ****."
" You know you remind me why i never did the whole married life scheme. Too much drama. And for what? Love?"
Parker - " Ay, I still believe in love after all it's worth."
Miles - " Well yeah, don't get me wrong I love her. Can't live without her, but **** does she get on my nerves."
Ah, love. I experienced it once. I was in my early 20's , still fresh meat in the military, and met her when i was stationed in some tiny town up in Texas. She was the most gorgeous girl I ever laid eyes on. Met her at bar , actually. Can you believe she had the nerve to come up to me and introduce herself? I was in shock. Love at first sight.
Of course , everything comes to and end and i was already being transferred to a different location. I had offered her to come with me and she declined. Said her life was here and she didn't want to be traveling around. She wanted stability and to be settled down. She didn't want me. I was devastated and left without saying goodbye. Last time i ever felt love.
We continued to walk our bikes to the cars, on account of more traffic and civilians crowding it up.
Miles - " Alright guys, I'm already late so catch up with you later."
Parker looks at me. " Okay, what do you say, wanna grab some brews?"
" Nah, let'***** it on Friday. Your boy needs to rest. This old age ain't no joke."
He rolls his eyes at me. " I guess. Just hit me up." And he climbs into his mustang and jets off.
Once I reached my house I quickly jumped in the shower, AGAIN. I heat up some leftover chicken from the other night and turn on the news.
*" Local news authorities report the release of the suspected custody, Dave Anderson. According to his lawyers, he was released based on insufficient evidence. This means in fact that the Woods-bury killer is still out there. We advise you to stay safe and indoors. If you have any leads please feel free to call our hotline 1-800-1111. " *
****, i knew he would be released sooner or later. That just means the police are searching for the real killer. Me. Although, I wouldn't call myself a killer. I put people out of their misery. I save people who need it. If only they'd understand and let it go. After all , it was only 5 bodies. Might just make it six so i can have someone to pin it on.
Killing is bad. Don't do it. What kinda monster could you be? Yet, people **** animals everyday with their famous hunting ritual. That goes unnoticed. We are carnivores, meaning we are hunters.
Explain the difference between humans and animals and only one I can find is that we are 'civilized'. Ha. Civilization is some kind of simulation brought onto humans thinking we have some sort of control over our lives. Control. Authority has played a big part in my life, since i was in diapers.
Parents tend to have control of their offspring. Until, the child reaches a certain peak that spirals into denying the control. Losing the main dominance in such a relationship causes arguments and such. I, on the other hand, followed my parents control. I knew my position and i played it quite well.
On my 18th birthday, both my parents ended up passing away. Murdered while i was away with friends. Adulthood had an all new meaning. If this meant losing your parents, so be it. I needed structure but i knew i couldn't find it at college.
Hello marines. I left with no chance to grieve. I grew into the person I became today.Being in the war so young taught me great value of certain things. I had nothing to lose except my innocence. I had control. Kills became that much easier. Fun, even. 20 years of living life on edge and I ******* loved it.
Once i got out, the urge was still there. Festering inside of me.
I had to find a way to **** it, but the only way I knew was killing. Thus, hello Woods-Bury killer. Aka , me.
I log off and shut my laptop as i take a sip of my coffee that was already cold. Ugh. I dump the rest in my kitchen sink and leave the mug there to be washed later. Procrastination at its finest. Reaching my room i search my closet and grab a dusty old t-shirt and a pair of joggers. Tuesdays were cycling days as well as working out at the rec with my buddies.
Running close to 50 I'm glad to say i stayed in great shape. Most people let themselves go. But not me. Of course, i would rather overpower my trophies, rather victims. Plus, the lean strong type of body attracts the younger woman. They melt away at the thought of a strong older man to care for them. A nurturing man, that is one mask i enjoy. Mainly because it gets me ***. Who can resist?
I reach into the hall closet and pull out the bag of cat food. Hmm, almost empty. Note to self, buy cat food. Ares , meaning God of war, has been with me for about 2 years now. One late night of me sitting on my back porch i heard meowing in the back of my alley. So tiny and helpless, all wet and covered in mud. I took him in as my own.
He pretty much keeps to himself, much like me. Perhaps, in such ways i am also like a cat, minus the sleep. Quiet, tends to his own needs, watches from a distance out the window searching for prey. Maybe that's why i keep him around.
The sun shines bright enough making me squint my eyes all the way to my car. A classic 1969 ZL1 Chevrolet Camaro , V8 engine, up to 500 horsepower perfectly made just for me. Not compared to the camaros nowadays, complete trash if you ask me. Nobody appreciates the classic older culture but of course society changes everyday.
About 30 minutes from Anytime Fitness, the gym that me and my buddies usually meet up at. Although, today i was attending alone. I had much tension to work out given the anxiety of the search for the killer going national. I had about two hours to spare until our cycling group was going to meet up. Perfect.
Ah, the smell of sweaty ***** in the men's room, followed by too much of that Axe body spray being thrown around to disguise the smell. Yeah, because that works. They really should invest in some Febreeze if you ask me.
I approach my locker and put my duffel bag away. Really all i need is my water bottle and my pair of favorite headphones.
Treadmills are the devil. Cardio is the devil in fitness form. But yet i never miss a day. The longest 20 minutes of my life. And that's just the warm up. HA. Continuing with my workout , dripping in sweat, i wonder if i too smell like a dumpster. Leg days are always the easiest for me.
I approach the locker showers and quickly rinse off the stench. Of course, unlike these men, I engage with body wash and deodorant. Drying off my skin, i sit for a minute and realize i am just going to sweat outside some more once me and the boys hit the trail. How unfortunate. At least i wont smell entirely bad.
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Old Fall River Road , our favorite spot to cycle. Located in the all but famous Rocky Mountain National Park. We all enjoyed it because there was basically no traffic to be bothered by and not many people dared to walk the trail. Of course being 12,000 feet from sea level and a long curvy road with no guard rail to keep you from falling, who would want to? I do enjoy a thrill.
Parker Anderson and Miles Lawson, two of the best sons of guns i could ever meet. Parker was a real estate agent and actually sold me my house. That's how we met actually. Somehow we bonded over our love of shooting guns at the range, fishing and of course getting drunk. Occasionally every Friday, we head out to any local bar, grab a few brews and just relax. Talking **** and picking up girls, our two best qualities.
And than there is Miles. He's about 5 years older than me but his features show him younger. Must be ******* nice. He's married with two kids well off in college now. He was a friend of Parker's first before i ever got introduced to him. Overall great guy with a wicked sense of humor. Wicked enough for me.
Parker approaches me first with a handshake and Miles with a casual nod.
Parker - " Yo, what's up bud? Getting bigger I see."
Miles - "Yeah from jacking off I bet" ,as he grins and chuckles.
Parker - " And? Nothing wrong with that."
" Alright guys, y'all done? I'm ready to hit this trail." I say. Honestly i just didn't feel the need for gossip. Keeping up with my mask of a social life was tougher than people make it seem.
Miles " Yeah yeah just don't want me ******' on you. Alright let's go, my wife wants me home in time for dinner at five. Who the **** has dinner so early? I'm going to be hungry within the next two hours."
Me- " Bro, you're literally always eating. I don't know how it hasn't caught up to you."
Parker - " OK boys, enough chit chat. Let'***** it."
We really should have thought this through. Colorado weather was roughly in the 60's nearing this time of year, but man that sun sure was something. Cycling our way up the trail gave us a moment of pure silence.
Building our stamina all the way to the top and then resting for a few gulps of water.
" Nobody should have to do cardio more than twice a week, let alone twice a day."
Parker - " Twice? Who you running from? The cops?"
Miles - " Yeah right, i bet the cops would be running from him."
Well, they got that right. Either way made sense , but i just grinned.
" I worked out right before i came to meet up with you guys. How you think I look this good? Not everyone can appear so young like Miles."
Miles - " Jealous *******."
We continue cycling down the path and finally reach the end after about two long hours.
"****, I don't know about y'all but I'm burnt."
Miles - " Oh **** me, its already 4:25, at this point and all this traffic I'm cutting it close."
Parker - " Tight leash, huh?"
Miles - " My wife is always on my *** about something. Says I'm always out with y'all and not home. Clingy as ****."
" You know you remind me why i never did the whole married life scheme. Too much drama. And for what? Love?"
Parker - " Ay, I still believe in love after all it's worth."
Miles - " Well yeah, don't get me wrong I love her. Can't live without her, but **** does she get on my nerves."
Ah, love. I experienced it once. I was in my early 20's , still fresh meat in the military, and met her when i was stationed in some tiny town up in Texas. She was the most gorgeous girl I ever laid eyes on. Met her at bar , actually. Can you believe she had the nerve to come up to me and introduce herself? I was in shock. Love at first sight.
Of course , everything comes to and end and i was already being transferred to a different location. I had offered her to come with me and she declined. Said her life was here and she didn't want to be traveling around. She wanted stability and to be settled down. She didn't want me. I was devastated and left without saying goodbye. Last time i ever felt love.
We continued to walk our bikes to the cars, on account of more traffic and civilians crowding it up.
Miles - " Alright guys, I'm already late so catch up with you later."
Parker looks at me. " Okay, what do you say, wanna grab some brews?"
" Nah, let'***** it on Friday. Your boy needs to rest. This old age ain't no joke."
He rolls his eyes at me. " I guess. Just hit me up." And he climbs into his mustang and jets off.
Once I reached my house I quickly jumped in the shower, AGAIN. I heat up some leftover chicken from the other night and turn on the news.
*" Local news authorities report the release of the suspected custody, Dave Anderson. According to his lawyers, he was released based on insufficient evidence. This means in fact that the Woods-bury killer is still out there. We advise you to stay safe and indoors. If you have any leads please feel free to call our hotline 1-800-1111. " *
****, i knew he would be released sooner or later. That just means the police are searching for the real killer. Me. Although, I wouldn't call myself a killer. I put people out of their misery. I save people who need it. If only they'd understand and let it go. After all , it was only 5 bodies. Might just make it six so i can have someone to pin it on.
Killing is bad. Don't do it. What kinda monster could you be? Yet, people **** animals everyday with their famous hunting ritual. That goes unnoticed. We are carnivores, meaning we are hunters.
Explain the difference between humans and animals and only one I can find is that we are 'civilized'. Ha. Civilization is some kind of simulation brought onto humans thinking we have some sort of control over our lives. Control. Authority has played a big part in my life, since i was in diapers.
Parents tend to have control of their offspring. Until, the child reaches a certain peak that spirals into denying the control. Losing the main dominance in such a relationship causes arguments and such. I, on the other hand, followed my parents control. I knew my position and i played it quite well.
On my 18th birthday, both my parents ended up passing away. Murdered while i was away with friends. Adulthood had an all new meaning. If this meant losing your parents, so be it. I needed structure but i knew i couldn't find it at college.
Hello marines. I left with no chance to grieve. I grew into the person I became today.Being in the war so young taught me great value of certain things. I had nothing to lose except my innocence. I had control. Kills became that much easier. Fun, even. 20 years of living life on edge and I ******* loved it.
Once i got out, the urge was still there. Festering inside of me.
I had to find a way to **** it, but the only way I knew was killing. Thus, hello Woods-Bury killer. Aka , me.
woods-bury killer continued... still a work in progress