Ode to Minnie (a story)

Ode to Minnie

Minnie the Moocher – lyrics
Cab Calloway

Victoria’s fave song was Minnie the Moocher. Do I have to say why? I mean for most people the reasoning is simple. It’s a good song. A classic.
But for Victoria, it was her life, almost. She had a girlfriend she loved to bits. Who was as real as real could be. Her GF loved her to bits and treated her like a princess. Anything she wanted, Victoria got.
But every night in her dreams, Victoria has visions of every and any way in which her life could be different, better. In her dreams, she’s never satisfied.
Victoria could have a bigger house, live in a different country. Have a fantastic partner, sexier, prettier, more voracious. She could be a torch singer, a flame, a princess, a queen. And they could snap their fingers and have any toy they ever wanted.
Sometimes it was just having her own GF, but with the same political views and religion. She was just tired of having the same ole debates, all week long!
During the day though, Victoria and her GF were decently happy. They had good friends and they got along pretty well with their families. And their jobs, bosses, and coworkers were cool. I mean they’d never get rich or be the CEO of a fortune 500 company. But they had savings and they got to vacation away for a week now and then. So pretty good stuff, right? I mean most people would at least be content, right?
But Victoria?… she wanted her Queen.

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A-booriki-booriki-booriki hoy!

crime reporter’s POV (a story)

Crime Reporter’s POV – Woman found dead in a motel room

(if you wrote a crime story)

A young woman was found stabbed to death this evening in a motel room on the outskirts of town. Police say she had just left her husband and gone to the motel to make decisions about her future.
A detective on the case said whoever had stabbed her had been brutal and angry as they had stabbed her multiple times. There were no hesitation lacerations and no defense wounds. So the woman had either been surprised, surrounded, or had known her assailant. The detective said it was early days in the investigation, so they were looking at all possibilities. The coroner had red flagged the autopsy, since it was such a violent attack and no suspect was arrested as yet.
The motel is known to the police to be the gathering place of a motorcycle gang. A notorious one that runs prostitutes and drugs. This gang has a violent and nuisance-fillled history in the town and neighbours near the motel were set to jump on them being the culprits for the most part.
But the stabbing itself was unusual for a gang method of killing. Any prior death linked to them was either by gun or by drug overdoses that were suspected to be forced upon the victim, rather than self inflicted.
A neighbourhood witness said the owner of the motel was seen by the neighbourhood to be a “sketchy guy”. There was a lot of gossip and very little fact known about him. The witness didn’t want to leave his name in fear of reprisal. By either the gang or the motel owner.
When notified of his wife’s death, her husband turned pale and stopped talking immediately. This reporter has seen many reactions but that seemed odd.
The victim’s friend was with the husband and broke down in tears. He just patted her shoulder and kept looking at the officer. Which seemed odd as well to this reporter.
At this time, the detective in charge of the case couldn’t give us a suspect. But hoped to close the case quickly with the help of the forensics team. He was reassuring that he didn’t think that anyone else in the community was in immediate danger.
The body of the young woman will be held at the morgue, pending autopsy. No funeral plans have been discussed as yet.

jaded cop’s POV (a story)

Jaded Cop’s POV

if you wrote a crime story

There are two rules any good cop worth his or her salt will tell you about human nature:

– everybody lies

– Criminals tell you it’s everyone else’s fault if they get caught by the police. Never their own.

It’s often a case of which came first, the chicken or the egg. Are you a product your environ? Or are you a struggling soul who made bad choices?

It could be true that when you’re poor or disenfranchised, you have limited choices, limited resources. But not everyone breaks the law when they’re destitute. Some would rather die. Literally.

I been sittin’ here all alone
Well I been sittin’ on a poor man’s throne
Well I been sittin’ here much too long
I been thinking ’bout my future
I been thinking
That there’s nothin’ to loose yah


It’s true that a crowd or a mob can shape you. Your friends and family do infuence you. But not everyone who falls in with a bad crowd acts out their role in it. Some people wear the uniform and play the game, but only as long as they’re nearby. Some people sip the tea and get to liking the game. Some people become the pit boss.

I raise my flag and dye my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
We’re painted red to fit right in
Whoa oh

I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa oh

Imagine Dragons

Some find themselves to be the scapegoat of the crowd too. The whipping post. And tell themselves that they had no choice but to stay. Yet some people get out. Some people would rather be dead than leave.

Now yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd
A man who swears he’s not to blame
All day long I hear him shouting so loud
Just crying out that he was framed

The Band

Some people claim they lose the people who could have been their solace and succor. That their life would have been different if their parent, or friend, their spouse or child hadn’t died. And that is no doubt true, But not everyone turns to crime because they suffered a loss.

The powers that be
That force us to live like we do
Bring me to my knees
When I see what they’ve done to you
But I’ll die as I stand here today
Knowing that deep in my heart
They’ll fall to ruin one day
For making us part

The Pretenders

And sure, the world is built on systems that favour the strong, the rich and the smart. But not every weak, poor, or dumb person turns to crime either.

I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be that there’s some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
It’s not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak

Iron Maiden

I’ve seen too much to buy their story. “Yeah tell it to the judge! I’m sure he’ll believe you. But that woman who you killed, she deserves my sympathy more than you do.” There are way too many liberal bleeding hearts in this world. It’ll be the ruin of us all.

Q- how sensitive are most people?

IMO there are multiple factors that affect our ability to be attuned to our environ and the people in it.

…. needed definitions for the concept

emotional IQ
highly sensitive person
narcissist, socio/psychopath

…. the variations

Many people confuse these definitions of sensitivity (hyper/hypo) and some presume if you have one, you have all. You’re just untrained.

Many people “read” people and emotional and spiritual content like it’s a feeling, a natural state like any other.

Some people not only “read” but they also understand what is happening.

Some can experience it, some can emulate it. Some find it really hard to learn these skills, and some never have. Whether this is because they have no ability to or because they were never taught good social skills is being argued at present.

Some people can manipulate people and dynamic energy.

And some people actually absorb it.

Some can block it. Some can switch it on and off. Some appear to go thru life having none, and some appear to have too much. But if you remember that anger is a symptom and not a base emotion, you learn to read things differently. That is a mature ability.

Complete apathy and lack of bonding is virtually impossible for a living, sentient being.

Some people use their energy to avoid conflict, some to internalize the emotion, and some to act out/ to displace the energy.

Some people are more able than others to do the work required to attach to someone. Children attach easiily and frequently. Teens tend to be idealistic in their attachments. Adults are mostly situational. And jaded.

Some people hold grudges, and some move on.

Few are able to do all these, plus transmute this energy into a new form. That is the woo woo level of being an empath. Going beyond what is normal.

This might be due to having a close bond. (ie lovers, parent/child, old friends) , having had a similar experience/trauma and understanding the aspects better than anyone else could who hasn’t been thru it (ie two addicts talking, or people with some trauma syndrome) or something within you/your own spirit. Something that makes you almost like a radar or energy conduit.

Some people are born with it and some people learn it.

You walk into a room and within seconds/minutes, you know the mood and who is driving it.

There might be some variance in sensitivity depending on if it is based on fear or hurt. Or you might just read the anger that you see, rather than the reason why they are angry. eg Kids often read anger, but rarely go beyond that to understand it or properly place blame. They think it’s their fault, as a default position. Because kids are dependent on reading their caregiver’s mood correctly. But don’t have the experience to go beyond the surface.

The variance is personal. Everyone has some level of natural sensitivity, everyone is driven by needs to socialize and to bond. They are the first skills a baby has, some theorize it begins prior to birth. They are the base of your personality and your character. Both of these needs drive your need to be sensitive to your surroundings and the people within it.

You can only do so based on who you are. If you are inner driven or self directed, then you see the world from your POV. If you are outer driven or other directed, other people rule your world. Most people cannot survive at either pole of these. They would literally die. So there are few and rare people, if you believe there are any, who are true narcissists or dependents. Most people then are some mix of these poles. (If you follow me at all, you know I usually get mad when I see these words used on social media). Your proof of that? If they are breathing, they’re a hybrid of these two states or poles. Which is why the fields of psychiatry and psychology are now moving toward spectrum or continuum definitions, rather than the linear states.

Most people grow in their social and bonding skills thru their lives. Which is why, even if you begin as having flaws as a young child, even if you as a teen are very flawed, by the time you are 40, even without treatment, you can self correct.

Which is why personality disorders are often seen as extended childhoods. NOT lifelong diseases. Which is why the professionals are beginning to separate out psychotic/organic and psychotic-like conditions (such as addictions) from these personality disorders.

What they are are hyper-aware, hyper-alert states, due to being unable to properly process their home environ. Which is typically a problem zone. Children don’t have the skills to understand a normal environ, let alone a difficult one. Teens are more likely to get angry or sad than properly process conflict. Due to hormonal supercharged states of development. Not all/few adults develop beyond these states.

Understanding people with problems doesn’t mean you have to excuse them or their behaviour. But you do need to clear the emotion or you keep facing their issues over and over again in your life. This takes a LOT of work and time. It is called re-parenting for a good reason.

And that is just the surface. The things that have crept into the lexicon of lay people. To the point where these words get misused by them. Never mind that some professionals haven’t caught up yet.

the making of a dark clown (a story)

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the making of a dark clown

Baby cried the day the circus came to town
‘Cause she didn’t want parades just passing by her
So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown
While she danced without a net upon the wire

Melissa Manchester

She wanted to run away to the circus, believing that that would be better than home. That nothing could be worse than home.

She wanted to love a clown. I mean who could hate a clown? Well she found out that a lot of people hated and/or feared clowns.

Weren’t clowns supposed to be the guys who protected the bull fighters? Weren’t they supposed to be the tumblers and jugglers who made the circus so much fun? It seemed so innocent…

Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here

Judy Collins

Weren’t clowns the ones who played tug of war on the circus floor? Taking pratfalls, taking the mick with you? The dark humour of never being capable, never being any good… Till someone wanted something from you that is.

Well I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right,
I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I’m stuck in the middle with you,
Stuck in the middle with you, here I am stuck in the middle with you

Stealers Wheel

Even supposing that they were the sad clowns, why would you feel anything but sorry for them? I mean we’ve all put on a brave face when we’re broken hearted, right?

I try to keep my surface hid
Smiling in the crowd I try
But in my lonely room I cry
The tears of a clown
When there’s no one around, oh yeah, baby

The Miracles

Isn’t the schtick a clown does supposed to be about couples squabbling, kings bickering, drunks past the line of “had one too many” once again? You know, an exaggeration of normalcy? But is it really exaggerated?

I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild and free so far from me
You’re all I want, my fantasy
Oh, look what you’ve done to this rock ‘n’ roll clown
Oh oh, look what you’ve done

Def Leppard

But clowns did it all so it was funny, charming and cute. In their best made up face and blousy, loud costume with big shoes. How could anyone be afraid of a clown? They were just silly, right?

Even if she went further and thought of clowns of the theatre or the ones kids see….

She thought Punch and Judy were funny, until she thought about it seriously one day… Wasn’t the Mr really a mean brute who beat anyone with whom he disagreed? Even his wife?

Didn’t Colombina’s husband Pagliaccio kill her because he thought she was cheating? Well she was, but isn’t killing her a bit extreme? Especially for a clown?

Wasn’t the clown supposed to be chaos, a trixster, the outsider, a sacrifice to the feast? Weren’t those the roles of a daemon? To be the Lord of Misrule or Saturn’s child?

What did that say about the clown? That they were far darker than she ever thought.

So now armed with the facts, she made her decision… She’d fit right in. Since she wanted to be among them, then she’d have to put on their armour and be a clown… She’d be among the Unforgiven. She became “the Unforgiven”.

What I’ve felt,
What I’ve known
Never shined through in what I’ve shown.
Never free.
Never me.
So I dub thee unforgiven.

You labelled me,
I’ll label you.
So I dub thee unforgiven

What I’ve felt,
What I’ve known
Never shined through in what I’ve shown.


scarcity principle in economics and human relations

Scarcity Principle in Economics and Human Relations

Scarcity principle

is an economic theory which states that limited supply, combined with high demand, equals a lack of pricing equilibrium. Typically, demand and supply will gravitate prices to a stable balance; however, scarcity of a good or service changes the way buyers will value the purchase, thus leading to new market conditions.

And you ask why I bring this up in a website for kinky people?

Because it fuels our social relations as well as the economic world we live in. That is according to Dr Robert Cialdini any way.

When we think that there isn’t enough good stuff like attention or affection, we think we have to fight to gain it. This idea leads to things like sibling rivalry, jealousy, envy, bigotry, hatred… It leads to violence because some people are willing to take what they don’t think they’ll be given.

It affects our friendships, familial relationships, and yes even our dating life.
Is playing hard to get a good thing when you date?

It affects how we deal with our coworkers and our neighbours. If we think there aren’t enough resources to go around, we act badly toward each other. We act based on greed, rather than our best social skills. We don’t use the sandbox lessons we learned in kindergarden. If you want an example of that, consider how often there are riots when people think food is scarce and they won’t be on the receiving end of the scraps.

How we allow others to persuade us impacts how we look at our place or role in relationships as well. One persuades, one listens. One gives, one receives. One leads, one follows. With most people, that is flexible. But not everyone has the same adaptability. They didn’t learn to share with siblings for eg. And they didn’t learn how to negotiate things like turn taking and sharing.

Dr Robert Cialdini came up with principles of persuasion
that he thinks define our social dynamics.


The first universal Principle of Influence is Reciprocity.
Simply put, people are obliged to give back to others the form of a behavior, gift, or service that they have received first.


The second universal Principle of Persuasion is Scarcity.
Simply put, people want more of those things they can have less of.


The third Principle of Influence is the Principle of Authority.
This is the idea that people follow the lead of credible, knowledgeable experts.


The fourth principle is Consistency.
People like to be consistent with the things they have previously said or done.


The fifth principle is the Principle of Liking.
People prefer to say yes to those that they like.


And the sixth principle is Consensus.
Especially when they are uncertain, people will look to the actions and behaviors of others to determine their own.


Between two or three people or a small group, we look at ideals such as trust, respect, and loyalty.

But in a larger group we look at contagion factors. Rage and fear, sadness and greed swell until the group acts as a mob. Which are whole other discussions. Basically we become a herd of wild beasts when we act as a mob.. We revert to our primitive state. And we are so easily influenced in that state. In that state, extremes like rape, suicide and homicide happen. So don’t underestimate the impact of social influence.

How mature we are and how sincere/strong in our beliefs we are determines how easily we fall into group behaviours. How steady we are as a person, how healthy our self esteem is, determine how reactionary we are when someone tries to persuade us. And how suggestible we are determines whether we allow the crowd to influence our actions.

It sounds so simple when you discuss it as theory. And you think that you could never be influenced against your will by others… Yet maybe you aren’t that able, when your identity or the life of someone you love depends on the people who are trying to influence you. Or if you have often been thru this and develop learned helplessness. Nobody knows how they’ll react till they experience that moment, do they?

Dommie and the Salesman (a story)

Dommie and the Salesman

Nyel looked up as the svelt and well put together lady walked, clicking toward him. And in a look, he figured he had a fat commission check coming for him. He put an ingratiating smile on his face. And composed himself to be polite, soothing, yet vapid. He was about to upsell, bait and switch… whatever it took to get that cheque. And maybe even the best salesman, monthly plaque he’d been working toward since he got here.
Dommie took one look at him and said in her mind “ohoh schmarmy dude, watch out!” She gritted her teeth and put her game face on.
Dommie and Nyel exchanged pleasantries. And he asked how he could be of service. She said, “I’m here to get my phone repaired.”
Nyel took the phone and said, “Well it’s no wonder you’re having issues! This phone is so last century! Does it come with a wall mount?”
Dommie looked at him firmly. “I want my phone fixed and if you won’t do that, I’ll go to your competitor.”
“You could get so many more bells and whistles if you upgraded though. Our new package is every businesswoman’s best friend.” He showed her a pamphlet and there was a shiny new phone for her to see.
“I believe I said I need my current phone repaired.”
“What will you do while it’s away getting repaired? You could take this new phone on trial for a small fee till your phone comes back. But you’ll fall in love with it, I promise. You won’t want your old thing back.”
“No thanks, I have another phone. I’ll use it while you repair this phone. This is all I came for today.”
“We can give you a discount on the new phone, since you’re a loyal customer of ours. There’s a sale on and I am authorized to give you a further 5% off as incentive.”
“No thank you. I want this phone repaired. That is all I want. And if you won’t give me what I asked for, I’ll go to your competitor. Have I made myself clear?”
“Ok so that new phone isn’t your cup of tea. We have this one.” Nyel pulled out another pamphlet and shoved it toward Dommie. She left it on the counter and stared at him, till he coughed and said, “Ma’am I really am trying to help you.”
“No, What you are trying to do is give me anything but what I asked you for. We have two options now. Either we fill out a repair chit, or I go to your competitor and ask them to do the repair work. Which will it be?”
“How about this phone? The colour will match your suit so well!”
Dommie paused and stared at Nyel. “That might be relevant if I wore this suit every day, or even this colour everyday. But I don’t. Would you please find a repair chit? Or am I leaving?”
Dommie started to mentally count backwards from ten, while staring at Nyel. Nyel handed her the chit she asked for. “But ma’am there are so many better options today. Why would you want to keep this old one?”
Dommie started to fill out the chit, ignoring the question. When she was finished, she asked, “Do you have insurance for the price and inconvenience if something happens in shipping or process if you cannot fix it?”
Nyel handed her a card and said, “We do have a warantee you can read here. But you’d get better value with one of these upgrades.”
Dommie took the card and asked, “How long will the repairs take?”
“About a week” Nyel’s face sunk as he realized his hopes were dashed with this customer. “You can call tomorrow and get a better idea after they have seen the phone and figured out the issues.”
Dommie smiled and said “Thank you, I’ll do just that.” She turned and walked out of the store. Leaving Nyel defeated.

strength and gender

strength and gender

Q – who do you want to carry you from a burning bldg?

my personal experience

From the time I was 16-25 years of age, I worked as a nurse’s aide in nursing and retirement homes for the aged. Our day was spent obv caring for them. Which included lifting them from pillar to post. Chair to bed, to toilet, to bath and back. The average patient was 100-150 lbs. At least 3-4 times a shift, we did toileting which took about an hour each. Of every five minutes, two of us lifting this person twice. Average weight we carried for 2-3 steps was 50-75 lbs each. We did have a hoyer lift, but rarely used it. Only for people who exceeded our usual range.
Most of the staff were female. In that time I worked with maybe 3-4 men.
My point is that we all were capable of doing the lifting. For 8-12 hour shifts. Nobody questioned our ability, or hired guys to take over that aspect of our job. On being hired, the charge nurse made sure we knew how to lift right, so we didn’t hurt ourselves or the patient/resident. We were told repeatedly that “you lift with your legs”.
So given that, it really confused me when I heard that people raised a fuss over hiring and gender requirements. I couldn’t imagine what they did that a woman couldn’t do? Given training and practice, I figured we could do anything a man could do. Esp if we did it in a team, where we all had our specific assigned tasks. That we specialized in. They ween’t EVER sending us onto the battlefield, into a fire, or into a gang war alone, or with no back up. It just wouldn’t occur.
I figured that men and women come in different sizes, have different abilities and can endure different things.
And test number one for me is the fact we go thru child birth. No man ever has. We do pain well. And endure it. Since time began.
Plus, in historic times, men and women did fight together for the safety of the village.
Even supposing all this is true, we now live in one of the most advanced times for technology. Why can’t we make tools/equipment for whatever it is they think the individual lacks? Like the hoyer lift we used for overweight patients?
I come from a farming culture where people used mechanical aids all the time to do their work. Mennonites and Amish often have tools that don’t use electricity to deal with large livestock. It’s true it’s usually the men that do it, but still those beasts are huge!! And they just don’t always cooperate. In fact, they rarely do.
Bottomline, there are many things that make someone strong. It’s not just brute strength that the army, fire dept and police need people to have, but also endurance and flexibility. And women have a good ability in the latter two.
So based on my background, and a debate I got into on fetlife, today I went hunting online…. Please let me know what your thoughts are.


fire dept testing

police dept testing – are skills sought applicable to the job?

armed forces – minor variances in testing

…. variance in gender shown


age and gender
stress fractures

brute/fast strength men- endurance/slow women – type of muscles

body proportions-height, shape- affect which type of lift you excel at

how strength is measured

strength to weight ratio
strength training in legs- you lift with your legs

diet to gain lean body mass

women can use resistance training to boost testosterone
hGH and muscle growth/recovery
insulin and glycemic index

he wanted phone sex… (a funny-ish memory?)

He wanted phone sex…

I was just barely still living in my parents’ house. And I had a BF at the time who wanted to get dirty one night on the phone.
WELL ! First thing I said was:

but my dad and step monster are in the room! They’re right here!

He says he can carry the chat, not to worry. But yuck and yucker still. I said:

but you should know, we have a party line!

(Do you people know what a party line is?? It means my neighbours and parents all had the same shared phone line. We had to pick up the phone and see if anyone was on it already to make a call. Plus there was the operator, right?)

He says no problem they’ll probably think it’s hot! Maybe maybe not, but two of my neighbours were pastors at VERY conservative churches, AND cousins of my grandparents too! I mean THEY’D TELL MY PARENTS! No there was NO GUESSING, they would tell my parents!
He got told no!! And NO! And no! again. My dad and step monster were starting to look at me weird. So I giggled, cuzz I was a teen girl, just barely an adult. So dad and step monster were really looking at me now and I was having a giggle fit.
Nope he did NOT get phone sex!! I hung up!


Does anyone else have a party line story to share for the class? 🙂

Storm (a horror story)


It was a dark night, full of tension and so thick with energy you thought you could take a bite out of the air. So thick, you felt like something was pushing against you when you tried to walk. But there was no wind yet…
It was all about the anticipation.
The kind of night you really didn’t want to be out alone in. You felt like there was someone watching you, or waiting around the corner. And all you wanted to do was go back home and crawl under your bed. And pretend you were in a happy place, so you didn’t feel so alone and so scared.
But you knew you had to keep on going…
Out of the corner of your eye, you kept seeing something black flashing, like the edges of a black cape or cloak. And you weren’t sure if you were being followed. Though you did know, you didn’t feel as if you were alone now. But it wasn’t like trouble shared, or kinship. No, it felt like evil.
And as soon as that word crossed your mind, the first breeze crossed your face and made you start. It was a soft wind, but not gentle. It felt like a fingernail on a chalk board. Soft yes, but it made your spine want to crawl out of your body and run away. It seemed to be trying to come up thru your neck.
Just as that wind passed, a second wind came that was cold and brisk. It gave you a shove. Like someone was teasing you with the potential of the violence. But just the preparatory nudge. The warning.
Trust me, you took heed of that warning. How could you not?
You walked a little faster, and pulled your coat a bit closer. And looked over your shoulder again. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see the dark coat or not. You just knew you didn’t want to be alone.
Then another wind came over you. It was strong enough that it pushed you, till you were stumbling. You almost fell. But you managed to catch yourself just before you did.
You had that second of relief.
Then the last wind came. And you heard it before it came. The shriek was unbearable and your hands flew to your ears, You couldn’t help yourself.
All the winds came together and flew around you. Tossing you, pushing you, and shrieking, like a banshee. And you realized you were scared.
You looked over your shoulder again. And here it was… the dark cloak. This time you were sure, there was really something there. And as sure, you didn’t want to meet it. Not if these winds were it’s vanguard.
And that is exactly what they seemed to be.
You turned the last corner before your destination and were thrilled to see the lights. But they seemed to be getting dimmer, not brighter. Yet you were closer and closer to the building. With each step.
Then you saw a small child on the porch. The presence of good and innocence. You waved to the child to go inside, but they didn’t catch your meaning, and just returned the wave. So you stepped faster, till you were in a jog.
You only had two steps further. You saw the child’s eyes bulge, and could hear the child’s squeal of terror. So you turned around and saw him…
You stood frozen. With the child so close you could feel it’s breath on your neck. You knew either you or the child was going to meet this being tonight. And you weren’t sure if you were strong enough to face him. But how could you let him take the child?
You opened your mouth to scream, to pray, to beg for aid from the heavens. But as soon as that crossed your mind, you heard him laugh. Not a social laugh either, but a cruel one. Like pure evil.
And you saw his hand come out of the coat. With long fingers and gruesome, cruel nails. The hand started to reach for you…
And you woke up screaming. In a wet bed. With wet PJs on. And were hyperventilating. Holding yourself in your own arms. Ready to scream. Scream.
Until you realized… it was only a dream.
It was now all about the memory. The memory that didn’t seem ready to let you go. Oh please, gods! Let me forget this night, you said. And you heard the laugh again…


stephen-king’s-storm-of-the-century- book made into a tv mini series


Neil Young – Four Strong Winds
Still I wish you’d change your mind,
If I asked you one more time
But we’ve been through that a hundred times or more
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high
All those things that don’t change, come what may
If the good times are all gone, and I’m bound for moving on
I’ll look for you if I’m ever back this way.