Forgotten

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Bill leaned down filling the small Dixie cup from the office water cooler. “Have you seen this yet?” Asked George as he fumbled the newspaper. Trying to fold back the page he wanted to read from. “No, what is it?” Bill answered straightening up and taking sipping from the Dixie cup.

“Patrick Joseph Kincade, 34 was arrested outside of Stillwater Florida, during a traffic stop. Kincade is suspected of killing fifteen young women over the last seven years. The media has branded him ‘The Cross Country Killer.’ They printed the girls’ pictures.” George said, showing Bill the news article.

Bill looked over the photos of the fifteen missing and presumed dead women. His eyes stopped on Nancy Tavern, 23 missing from Kirkwood Missouri, the blood drained from his face, he finished off the water, and crushed the Dixie cup, tossing it into the wastepaper basket. “I need to get back to work.” His voice was void of feeling. “Oh, OK, talk to you later.”

Bill sat at his desk, surrounded by three navy blue office dividers, and exhaled slowly. He closed his eyes, the photo from the newspaper hung in his mind. Was it a school photo, High School or maybe College. Nancy’s shoulder length hair neatly styled for picture day, her bright eyes and slight smile, haunted Bill. The phone rang, startling Bill back to reality. “Yes?” He answered. “Bill, the end of day reports? Where are they?” Mr. Williams stern voice echoed in Bills ear. “Yes, Sir, you’ll have them in five.” Bill hung up the phone.
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The garage door opened at 2145 Ridgeway Dr. Bill parked his 78’ cranberry red, Chevy Nova hatchback in the double stall garage. He reached up clicking the garage door opener that held its place on the driver side sunvisor. He got out and stood in front of the wooden workbench that ran along the back wall of the garage. He turned on the work light that was hanging above the workbench, and reached his hand under the bench, finding the half shelf that was concealed underneath. Bill’s fingers ran over a few scattered magazines with titles like, “Big-Uns” and “Titty Town” till his hands fell upon what he was looking for. He pulled out a stack of Polaroid photos that were held together with a pale blue hair ribbon, and sat them down on the workbench in front of him. Bill took a deep breath, as he gently pulled the hair ribbon loose.

There were twelve photos in all, four girls, three photos each. Bill picked up the stack and sorted the photos making four separate piles. Jennifer, Heather, Stacy and Nancy. He thought to himself as he placed the photos down. The first photo was a candid shot of Nancy, standing in a parking lot, dressed in a long light blue peasant skirt, and a white button down shirt topped with a flower printed vest.

Bill examined the photo, his eyes stopping on her feet. “Those old worn brown strappy sandals.” he muttered to himself. He picked up the second photo of Nancy, she was laying back in the front seat of a car, looking at the camera and smiling. Her bright blue eyes focused on the photographer.

The third photo of Nancy, the one that made Bill inhale deeply as he brought it up, was still Nancy but her limp body was laying on a forest floor, surrounded by moss and dead leaves. With only her light blue peasant skirt and one strappy sandal on. As Bill stared at the last photo of Nancy a feeling that Bill hadn’t felt in many years stirred in him, giving him a rush of warmth throughout his body.

He reached over to pick up the other photos when he heard the garage door click open. He scrambled to put the photos back under the workbench, just as Sharon pulled her car in. “Hi, I have groceries.” She said getting out and opening the back of the car. Bill helped carry in the groceries. “Tom and Miranda are coming over to play bridge. We’re having spaghetti.” She said trailing off into the house.
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Bill turns over finding the red light of the alarm clock, 1:53 am fills his blurred vision. Stomach acid kicks up, leaving a burning sensation in the back of his throat, he gets out of bed, making sure not to disturb Sharon.

Bill pops three Tums from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom as he makes his way downstairs. He glances at the newspaper, with Nancy’s photo staring back at him, he picks up the the phone in the kitchen and calls the FBI National Tipline. “Thank you for calling the FBI National Tipline. If this is an emergency please hang up and call 911. Our business hours are Monday through Friday from 8 am to 5 pm eastern standard time. Please leave a brief message after the beep and an associate will get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day. Beep. Bill clears his throat and leaves the message. “Look closer at Nancy Tavern.” He hangs up the phone and goes back to bed.

Six weeks later, on a Saturday morning in June, Bill and Sharon are getting ready to head to the Farmers Market. Planning on meeting up with Tom and Miranda for lunch, when there is a startling hard knock on the front door. Bill answers it. A tall man and a short woman both dressed in dark suits hold out credentials. “Morning Sir, I’m FBI Special Agent Robert Paulson and this is Special Agent Amanda Browning.” Agent Paulson announces.

“OK, what is this about?” Bill asks confused. “During the summer of 1978 did you know a Nancy Tavern?” Agent Browning asked. The last thing Bill feels is the smooth, cold, hardwood hitting his cheek as he falls to the floor.
Sharon sits in a cold sterile hospital room, watching and waiting to see if Bill will ever wake up, after suffering an aneurysm and falling into a coma. She wonders if it’s time to clean out the house and put it on the market.

Encounter

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The buzzing from the console pulled Becca from her dream. She opened her eyes glancing over at the communications console, as the red incoming message light flashed. She sat up swinging her bare legs over the side of the bed, before standing she looked at the sleeping body beside her and ran her hand across the back of his shoulder. She made her way over to the console and reached for the button to receive the incoming urgent message. As her fingertips brushed the button he grabbed her wrist. “Please don’t answer that.”

Twenty-Four Hours Earlier

“Captain Rebecca Lewis daily log 69: The biodome continues to thrive, the plants have adapted to the foreign soil and the ultraviolet light air converter has been successful so far in converting the planets saturated carbon dioxide atmosphere into breathable oxygen. A mark of the changing of the seasons is the outside surface temp has dropped from a comfortable 24 degrees celsius to a much cooler 4 degrees celsius.” Becca signed off from the daily log recording and took a deep breath.

Becca had been on the newly discovered planet they call Espérer for almost ten weeks. Ten long, lonely, quiet weeks. The daily routine of checking plants, taking data analysis and logging everything was starting to wear on her.

As she was getting ready to retire for the night the communications console buzzed. Becca pushed the incoming message button. “Captain Rebecca Lewis one Captain Neil Bristol will be joining you on Espérer soon.”

“Well of all the eligible people it had to be Neil.” Becca commented to herself. 

As she laid in bed her thoughts drifted to a distant past. Rebecca had been ranked number two in her class at the Academy, only to be out done by one cocky, self centered Neil Bristol. During the graduation after party Neil had approached her, all full of himself, feeding her some line about how she should be with number one, meaning him. She blew him off, making her way over to her friends. Shortly after graduation came training, long hours of lectures paired with survival training and pilot training. For one of the training simulations six cadetes were put in a small rectangular room with wooden benches along each side. They sat as the room slowly grew warmer and the air got thinner. Becca was counting to herself as she took slow deep breaths, one, two, three in. one, two, three out. Neil was seated across from her his knees almost hitting hers. As she got back to three the small room started to spin, Becca could feel herself start to fall. Neil grabbed her laying her down on the floor and starting mouth to mouth resuscitation. When Becca came too she thanked him and accepted his offer to grab dinner and a drink. Neil was sweet in the beginning, the closer they got to the end of training the more bitter he became. After training they were assigned to different programs and hadn’t seen each other since.

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Becca was making her daily rounds when she was startled by a loud buzz coming from the front airlock. She made her way to the camera and looked out at Captain Neil Bristol waving at the camera in his spacesuit. Becca took a deep breath and pushed the button opening the outer airlock door. Neil stepped inside and the door closed behind him. He removed his spacesuit, and made his way into the decontamination shower area. Becca watched the cameras as he undressed and entered the shower.

As Neil exited the shower Becca switched on the intercom. “There are clean clothes in the locker, to your left.” 

Neil looked up at the camera and nodded. After getting dressed Neil entered the living habitat. “Captain Lewis, it’s been awhile.” He said taking a seat at the counter. 

“Yes it has, nice to see you Captain Bristol.”

“Becca.” He said.

“Neil.” She answered giving him a sideways look.

“Since we’re the only ones here I think you can call me Neil.”

“Fine, can I get you anything, Neil?” 

“Something to eat and drink would be appreciated.”

~ ~ ~ ~

After eating Becca gave Neil a tour of the biodome. Explaining the in’s and out’s of the program, as she finished up her rounds and data entries. “You seem to have everything under control here.” 

“It’s still early in the program. We have to wait to see if the plants produce fruit and then hope that it’s editable.” 

Neil began rummaging around in the cupboards in the living habitat. “Looking for something?” Becca asked. “I know you must have a stash of the real stuff somewhere. You know for special occasions.”

“Top right, in the back.” She answered. Neil reached up and into the cupboard, finding a bottle of whisky. He poured two glasses and asked. “No chance there’s ice?” 

“Nope.”

“Oh well this is still better than nothing, cheers.” He said tipping his glass towards her and then downing it.

“Cheers.” Becca said before downing the whisky.

“Another?” Neil asked holding up the bottle.

“Sure.”

Neil reached across the countertop, brushing a piece of  Becca’s hair away from her cheek, moving it behind her ear. Becca closed her eyes as a shiver ran down her back from his touch. Neil came around the counter and stood beside her. He ran his hand up her bare arm, resting it on her shoulder. Becca moved into him running her hand across his chest and down his arm.

“It’s been awhile.” She breathed.

“Yes it has been.” He said wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him. He kissed her gently on the lips. She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. Sliding her tongue into his mouth, he let out a moan and kissed her back.

Becca slid her hand into his and led him over to the bed. She removed the clip from her hair letting it fall over her shoulders. She slipped off her shoes, socks and pants. Neil undressed, then pulled Becca’s shirt off over her head.

He ran his fingers through her hair, and down her back. Kissing her neck and down to her breasts. Becca let out a moan when he latched his mouth over her breast, feeling him suck on her nipple. Her knees went weak and she fell back onto the bed taking Neil with her. He ran his hands down her body, slipping his fingers in between her thighs. Rubbing her pussy, then sliding his fingers inside her. She let out a moan arching her back against his hand. He moved up kissing her, she sucked on his tongue as his fingers worked her. Bringing her to a climax, as her juices spilled over his hand. He brought his dripping hand up to her lips, she slid his fingers into her mouth and sucked.

Becca pushed him onto his back and sat up next to him on the bed. She ran her hand down his body, sliding her hand around the base of his hard cock. She slowly stroked moving her hand up and down his shaft. She then leaned over sliding the tip of his cock in between her lips, and letting him slide into her mouth as she sucked. Letting her hand slide down, gently squeezing his balls, as she sucked harder. He let out a moan, tangling his hands into her hair. She sucked till she could taste his pre-cum, letting him go and licking his throbbing tip.

She straddled his hips, sinking down onto his cock. Feeling him in her, she moved her hips back and forth. He wrapped his arms around her and moved her off of him and on to her back. He moved onto her and thrusted into her. Burying his face against her neck whispering. “Feel me, fuck me, cum for me.” 

Becca pushed up against him meeting his thrusts and fucking him. He kissed her deeply as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock, he came deep in her, filling her. Neil rolled over breathing deeply, he pulled her to him. Becca laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes and listened to him breathing.

~ ~ ~ ~

Becca looked up at Neil as he held her wrist to his chest. She reached over with her other hand and pushed the incoming message button and hears: “Captain Lewis we regret to inform you that Captain Neil Bristol’s space pod exploded during deployment. We’ll be sending someone soon to relieve you.” Becca stared into Neil’s eyes as they turned black.

Winter Reads

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It’s still freaking cold out and there is still way too much snow. Therefore it’s time to update the authors and books that you should check out. Make yourself a hot tea, coffee or cocoa and snuggle up with one or all of the following authors.

Chris Patrick Carolan’s debut novel The Nightshade Cabal is getting some very deserved attention. I had the opportunity to read it through The Parliament House publishing, and gave the following review of Chris’ work:
Chris Patrick Carolan’s debut novel The Nightshade Cabal pulls you into a dark, mysterious world of magic and lore. With Isaac Barrow leading you down into a familiar yet new world of 1880’s Halifax. Imagery that sucks you in drenched in rich detail and mystery, The Nightshade Cabal is a trip worth taking all the way to the end. I look forward to Chris Patrick Carolan’s next journey.

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http://www.parliamenthousepress.com/product-page/the-nightshade-cabal-by-chris-patrick-carolan
Neil Christiansen has a way with words and imagery that pulls you into the gritty underworld of Chicago, in his modern noir thriller Dark White.
“…The rain fell in sheets, straight as pinstripes through the narrow canyons of glass and steel. It battered the pavement making blisters on the cracked asphalt, turning it dark and heavy…”

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http://www.gavingayle.com/
Maki Morris’ Blood and Brume is another gem I had the pleasure of reading from The Parliament House publishing:
Maki Morris holds nothing back, giving her readers a shocking quick paced story from the first sentence. Ellie is off on a journey through a world made up of deep descriptive imagery. Suspense, mystery and love lurking behind each turn of the page, Blood and Brume will leave you wanting more.

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https://makimorris.com/

 

Marc Watson has a few writing projects under his belt, and more coming soon. One of the first works that I read was Death Dresses Poorly.
An outstanding job on mixing everyday life with the unknown. An enjoyable read filled with humor and emotion. You will surely enjoy the trip.

 

Paige Lavoie has been one of the most entertaining down to earth authors I have had the pleasure of coming across. She is an outstanding storyteller, full of advice on writing, fashion and life. It’s been a pleasure to watch her Motivational Minute videos through Writer’s Atelier, along with reading her A Girl Called Monster and Confidence: The Diary of an Invisible Girl. I look forward to Paige’s next story. (something in a 50’s diner…in space?)

https://www.youtube.com/user/PumpkinSpicedPaige/featured
https://www.amazon.com/Paige-Lavoie/e/B00IICPYQC
Jessica Julien is a new up and coming author that knows how to turn a phrase. I had the pleasure of reading her short story Becoming The Wolf, an excellent eerie retelling of the boy who cried wolf.
“…He was like a whisper trailing the wind as it blew through the flock we protected and in an instant she was gone. I heard the scream, the crack of bone, the dragging of the body through the brush. I wasn’t fast enough…”

 

Mark Lumby has the uncanny ability to creep you out, with the simplest of scenarios. The following from Bag of Buttons:
“…Ella had hoped that one week was enough for decomposition to take hold. She hid behind the garden shed, removed the white stone and the handful of dead daffodils, fell to her knees and began to delve her fingers into the moist soil…”

https://marklumbyblog.wordpress.com/

Early last year I had the pleasure of having one of my short stories chosen and published in Fluky Fiction’s A Land Without Mirrors: A Collection of Fantasy and Surrealism along with author Marc Watson and a handful of other outstanding authors.
Acid trips and ominous emails. Jumbled job interviews. Tiny alcoholics and teacups. Dead flowers and times of war. Befriended objects and reversed horrors. These are just a few of the surreal tales found within these pages. Collected from the most obscure authors, A Land Without Mirrors is an anthology worthy of any short story lover’s shelf.

And of course the point of this post, besides giving my fellow authors a much deserved shoutout is to give myself a mention. I decided to try out Amazon’s independently published paperback program through Kindle Direct Publishing. My overall reason for wanting to have a physical copy of Detective Stories is completely selfish. I wanted to see my characters journey in full and in print, validation that the whole writing thing of the last five-ish years hasn’t been for not. If anyone else is moved to pick up a copy, reads it and gets something from it then…that’s just icing on the cake. I created something from my twisted imagination and committed it to paper, it’s there it exists…for better or worse.

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B084WG9STQ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_taft_p1_i0

 

https://cch217.wordpress.com/2019/12/31/sliding-down-the-rabbit-hole-of-self-publishing/

https://cch217549678581.wordpress.com/2019/07/23/birth-of-a-character/

 

For My Friend…

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Even now I have a vivid memory of neatly writing out Grandma Simpson’s recipes from her old handmade cookbook. I was tasked with writing them out on three by five index cards, the ones with the little yellow flowers across the top, and putting them in a wooden recipe box that was categorized with tags that read ‘Appetizers’ ‘Salads & Soups’ ‘Main Dishes’ and ‘Desserts’.

There were ones that we used every Thanksgiving the Cranberry Relish, the Cranberry Salad, and the Chocolate Zucchini Cake. Along with other ones like Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies, Simple Sugar Cookies with Powdered Sugar Icing.

Aww…the memories, I did a good amount of baking and cooking growing up, we also had a greenhouse and a good sized garden for most of my childhood. Things that at the time of doing, learning and being responsible for I didn’t appreciate, they were chores, water the garden, open the greenhouse, pick the sweet peas…and on and on.

Now that I’ve rambled…on to the point. Family, food, spending time together be it in the kitchen or out in the garden is something like time that you may take for granted but will always cherish.

My very dear friend that I experienced Junior High and High School with lost her mom not too long ago. Her dad has put together a lovely cookbook made up of his wife’s recipes and memories, to share with others. 

In honor and tribute to one Verdie Graham I present Jolly Roger’s Recipes for Disaster

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This is a kick ass book full of heirloom recipes, shenanigans and tomfoolery to honor my late wife Verdie who was a Kentucky Culinary Queen.

Our 50 years of marriage was a lifetime of meals and memories that I would like to share with all of you.

https://www.facebook.com/Jolly-Rogers-Recipes-for-Disaster-107321300831598/

 

https://createmycookbook.com/products/300754_315579_R

 

In closing I ask that you check out Jolly Roger’s Recipes for Disaster and share.

You can find most of my Grandma Simpson’s recipes in Edna’s Kitchen

-Megan Hinde

Is there really such a thing as a bad idea?

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You know when you have an idea but you’re not quite sure if it’s good or bad…Yeah that’s where I am at with this, let’s call it an opinion piece. Long introduction short, I happened upon a YouTuber, one cold, blustery day in mid October, when they dropped one of their videos into a Facebook group I happened to be following. Fast forward to the fact that this winter has dragged on with a ridiculous amount of snow and cold weather. (you know the -20 degrees with over 6 feet of snow kind) That and I have writer’s block and I haven’t found anything to read or watch that has held my attention lately. So all these little things have led me to this.

Getting on with it Jeff Terry has a YouTube channel called jeffingoff in which he unboxes books, usually limited, signed, pretty books. The first video of his that I saw was an Unboxing of The Girl On The Porch by Richard Chizmar, because he posted on a Richard Chizmar Facebook fan page. 

A short while after this first encounter, I subscribed to Jeff’s YouTube channel and thumbed through his videos. Now the point to all this rambling is that all though Jeff doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously, although he does know his stuff when it comes to books, publishers, collecting and what not. I have learned a handful about publishers and authors that just weren’t on my radar. My point is that you should watch Jeff’s unboxing videos, they are entertaining, informative and enlightening. 

Also side note to Jeff your video’s are improving with age, like a fine wine.

*and yes I’m going to tag the fuck out of this article because since I dropped the word ‘erotic’ from my writing bio…(and yes my fiction work still is)* 

Now moving on I’m going to make this two full, I put out a good amount of content over the last year so here is a run down:

There is Edna’s Kitchen which is now up to 16 titles all ebook cookbooks each only .99 cents on Amazon. *free with Kindle Unlimited* (because marketing and promotion)

https://www.amazon.com/Megan-Hinde/e/B018F9AT1C/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1533669717&sr=1-2-ent

The Anthology that Walter is published in called A Land Without Mirrors: A Collection of Fantasy and Surrealism from Fluky Fiction

My collection of flash fiction in Haunted Hydrangeas: An Experiment in Flash Fiction

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And my time spent with Detective James Andrews in Detective Stories

*Also the two YouTube video’s that I narrated*

29 Days of Poetry (because it’s a leap year)

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Two years ago I did this thing during February called 28 days of poetry, where I posted a poem of sorts each day. Now looking back on that I realized that they were more like little sayings or quotes, and not full poems. So this year I am posting 29 full poems along with a link to the poet’s biography. Because I enjoy poetry and writers and inspiration can be found anywhere. Enjoy and I hope that you discover a new poet or writer that you hadn’t before. 

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Day 1

The Hourglass by Ben Jonson 

https://poets.org/poet/ben-jonson

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Day 2

A Certain Lady by Dorothy Parker 

https://poets.org/poet/dorothy-parker

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Day 3

Break, Break, Break by Alfred Lord Tennyson

https://poets.org/poet/alfred-lord-tennyson

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Day 4

Mirror in February by Thomas Kinsella

https://www.britannica.com/biography/Thomas-Kinsella

 

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Day 5

Holy Sonnet V: I am a little world made cunningly by John Donne

https://poets.org/poet/john-donne

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Day 6

Lead and The Swan by William Butler Yeats

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/william-butler-yeats

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Day 7

To Sleep by John Keats

https://poets.org/poet/john-keats

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Day 8

The Vacuum by Howard Nemerov

https://poets.org/poet/howard-nemerov

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Day 9 

To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell

https://poets.org/poet/andrew-marvell

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Day 10

Song by C. Day Lewis

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/cecil-day-lewis

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Day 11

Ah Sunflower by William Blake

https://poets.org/poet/william-blake

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Day 12

Because I could not stop for death (479) by Emily Dickinson

https://poets.org/poet/emily-dickinson

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Day 13

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

https://poets.org/poet/robert-frost

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Day 14

We Loved by Edgar Allan Poe

https://poestories.com/

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Day 15

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed by Edna St.Vincent Millay

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/edna-st-vincent-millay

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Day 16

Driving to town late to mail a letter by Robert Bly

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-bly

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Day 17

With Rue My Heart Is Laden by Alfred Edward Housman

https://poets.org/poet/e-housman

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Day 18

Blackberry Eating by Galway Kinnell

https://poets.org/poet/galway-kinnell

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Day 19

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

https://poets.org/poet/percy-bysshe-shelley

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Day 20

Death by Heinrich Heine

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/heinrich-heine

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Day 21 

Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver

https://poets.org/poet/mary-oliver

 

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Day 22

A Minor Bird by Robert Frost

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-frost

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Day 23

I So Liked Spring by Charlotte Mary Mew

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/charlotte-mew

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Day 24

Indian Summer by William Wilfred Campbell

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Wilfred_Campbell

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Day 25

Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson

https://poets.org/poet/robert-louis-stevenson

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Day 26

Blue Winter by Robert Francis

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-francis

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Day 27

Winter (Haiku) by Dr Hitesh Sheth

https://www.poemhunter.com/dr-hitesh-sheth/biography/

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Day 28

Rain, Rain by Shiloh Thompson

https://www.poemhunter.com/shiloh-thompson/biography/

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Day 29

April Rain Song by Langston Hughes

https://poets.org/poet/langston-hughes

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Bonus: Here are four poems out of my poetry books that I can not find any references to on the internet.

  1. Africa by Maya Angelou  
  2. Sunday Afternoon by Carol Jane Bangs 
  3. Leningrad Cemetery, Winter of 1941 by Sharon Olds 
  4. September Afternoon at Four O’Clock by Marge Piercy

 

And one by me:

Life is Like by Megan Hinde
Life is Like…
A dozen roses, all standing straight,
Full of beauty, an arousing aroma of peace,
A symbol of love and respect.
But only stay for a short while,
It brings feelings of happiness to a lonely heart,
Then fades away, so quickly to remind us
How limited our time is.
It fades away, losing a little more beauty each day,
From a bright bold color,
To a darker duller stain of color.
Its leaves dry and crumble to the surface of a table,
To be brushed away.
Its petals wither, curling the corners,
To shrink slowly in the midday sun.
Till it drops, fallen over, given up on itself.
Allowing gravity to take over,
And finally it dies.
Showing how soon we forget about time,
And the value of our own lives.

Edna’s Kitchen Presents: Film inspired Cocktails

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A little fun if you’re looking for something to watch and something to drink.

Film – Cocktail

Casablanca (1942) – French 75

Some Like It Hot (1959) – Manhattan

The Blues Brothers (1980) – Orange Whip

Fletch (1985) – Bloody Mary

Cocktail (1988) – The Red Eye

The Bonfire of the Vanities (1990) – Sidecar

Groundhogs Day (1993) – Sweet Vermouth on the Rocks with a Twist

The Big Lebowski (1998) – White Russian

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998) – Singapore Sling with Mezcal on the Side

Practical Magic (1998) – Midnight Margarita

Casino Royale (2006) – Vesper Martini

The Rum Diary (2011) – Mojito

 

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Casablanca is a 1942 drama, romance, war film starring Humphrey Bogard and Ingird Bergman.

French 75

Ingredients:

ice

2 oz. Gin

1 teaspoon simple syrup

½ oz. lemon juice

5 oz. Brut Champagne, chilled

1 slice lemon (optional)

Simple Syrup

Ingredients:

1 cup sugar

1 cup water

Steps:

In a small saucepan, bring sugar and water to a boil; simmer until the sugar is dissolved, 3 minutes. Remove from the heat and let cool completely.

Steps:

Chill cocktail shaker and glass (champagne flute or collins glass) in the freezer. Add ice to shaker. Pour gin, simple syrup, and lemon juice into shaker. Shake well. Fill chilled glass half full of ice, then strain cocktail into the glass. Top with champagne and garnish with a lemon slice.

 

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Some Like It Hot a 1959 comedy, musical, romance starring Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon.

Manhattan

Ingredients:

2 oz. Rye Whiskey

1 oz. Sweet Vermouth

2 dash Angostura Bitters

1 marasca cherry

Steps:

Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. 

Add all of the ingredients and stir. 

Strain the drink into a martini glass or coupe glass and garnish with a marasca cherry.

 

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The Blues Brothers a 1980 comedy starring Dan Aykroyd and John Belishi.

Orange Whip

Ingredients:

4 oz. Fresh Orange Juice

1 oz. Rum

1 oz. Vodka

½  oz. Triple Sec

2 oz. Heavy Cream

Steps:

Shake Over Crushed Ice

Garnish with Orange Wheel

 

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Fletch a 1985 comedy, crime, mystery written by Gregory McDonald starring Chevy Chase and  Joe Don Baker.

Bloody Mary

Ingredients:

1 teaspoon sea salt

1 cup ice cubes

1 ½  oz. Vodka

¾ cup spicy tomato-vegetable juice cocktail (e.g., V-8)

2 dashes Worcestershire sauce

1 dash hot pepper sauce (e.g. Tabasco)

salt and pepper to taste

1 stalk celery

2 stuffed green olives

Steps:

Salt the rim of a tall glass. To do so, pour salt onto a small plate, moisten the rim of the glass on a damp towel and press into the salt. Fill the glass with ice cubes.

In a cocktail mixer full of ice, combine vodka, vegetable juice, Worcestershire sauce, hot pepper sauce, salt and pepper. Shake vigorously and strain into the glass. Garnish with a stalk of celery and olives stuck onto a toothpick.

 

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Cocktail a 1988 comedy, drama starring Tom Cruise, Bryan Brown and Elisabeth Shue.

The Red Eye

Ingredients:

1 oz vodka

6 oz chilled tomato juice

12 oz chilled beer

1 egg, whole

Steps:

In a 20 ounce mug, add vodka, followed by tomato juice.

Gently pour the beer from a bottle or can into the mug. Try not to make any foam.

Crack the egg and drop its contents into the mug. The egg will settle to the bottom. Do no stir or mix.

Serve immediately

 

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The Bonfire of the Vanities a 1990 comedy, drama starring Tom Hanks, Bruce Willis and Melanie Griffith.

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Ingredients:

1 teaspoon white sugar

2 oz. Cognac

1 oz. orange-flavored liqueur (such as Cointreau)

½ oz. lemon juice

1 cup ice cubes

Steps:

Sprinkle sugar on a small plate. Lightly wet half the rim of a coupe glass with a damp paper towel. Dip the moistened rim in sugar to coat. Set the glass in the refrigerator to chill.

Combine Cognac, orange-flavored liqueur, and lemon juice in a cocktail shaker. Add ice, cover, and shake until chilled. Strain into the chilled, sugar-rimmed coupe.

 

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Groundhogs Day a 1993 comedy, fantasy by Harold Ramis starring Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell.

Sweet Vermouth on the Rocks with a Twist

Ingredients: 

Sweet vermouth

Lemon wedge

Steps:

Fill a double old-fashioned cocktail glass with ice. Pour the vermouth, stir and twist lemon over the glass. Serve with lemon twist as garnish.

 

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The Big Lebowski a 1998 comedy from the Coen brothers, starring Jeff Bridges, John Goodman, and Steve Buscemi.

White Russian 

Ingredients:

¾ oz. Godiva Cappuccino Liqueur

1 oz. Smirnoff No. 21 Vodka

2 oz. heavy cream

Steps:

Add Godiva Cappuccino Liqueur and Smirnoff No. 21 Vodka in ice-filled old-fashioned glass, stir, and top with cream.

 

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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas a 1998 adventure, comedy, drama from the twisted mind of Hunter S. Thompson, starring Johnny Depp and Benicio Del Toro.

Singapore Sling

Ingredients:

8 oz. Benedictine Liquor

3 oz. Kirsch

8 oz. Gin

½ cup granulated sugar

1 litre Club Soda

3 Tablespoons grenadine

maraschino cherries

Steps:

Combine the gin, Benedictine, kirsch and grenadine together.

Add sugar and stir until dissolved.

Fill a glass with ice and pour the mixture into it.

Add a splash of club soda and enjoy.

Serve with a shot of Mezcal on the side.

 

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Practical Magic a 1998 comedy, drama, fantasy starring Sandra Bullock, Niclole Kidman, Stockard Channing and Dian Weist.

Midnight Margarita 

Ingredients:

6 oz. Tequila

2 oz. Triple Sec (ideally Cointreau)

4 oz. lime juice (from freshly squeezed limes)

Ice (optional)

Salt and 4 lime wedges (garnish)

Steps:

Cut a lime into wedges and run once around the rims of your glasses. Dip each rim into salt to coat. Chill in the fridge until needed

Roll your limes on a kitchen surface, then cut and squeeze until you have 4 oz.

Put the tequila, triple sec or Cointreau and lime juice into a blender (plus ice if you want it extra chilled) and blend until mixed and slushy!

Pour into glasses, add a lime wedge to each rim and serve.

 

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Casino Royale is a 2006 action, adventure, thriller set in the James Bond world starring Daniel Craig, Eve Green and Dame Judi Dench.

Vesper Martini

Ingredients:

2 oz. gin (94 proof)

⅔ oz. vodka

⅓ Lillet Blanc or Cocchi Americano

Steps:

Combine all ingredients into a shaker. Fill with ice and shake vigorously for 15 seconds. Strain into a chilled coupe glass. Garnish with a large, thin lemon lemon peel.

 

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The Rum Diary a 2011 comedy, drama written by Hunter S. Thompson starring Johnny Depp, Aaron Eckhart, Michael Rispoli and Amber Heard.

Mojito

Ingredients:

10 fresh mint leaves

½ lime, cut into 4 wedges

2 Tablespoons white sugar, or to taste

1 cup ice cubes

1 ½  oz. White Rum

½ cup Club Soda

Steps:

Place mint leaves and 1 lime wedge into a sturdy glass. Use a muddler to crush the mint and lime to release the mint oils and lime juice. Add 2 more lime wedges and the sugar, and muddle again to release the lime juice. Do not strain the mixture. Fill the glass almost to the top with ice. Pour the rum over the ice, and fill the glass with carbonated water. Stir, taste, and add more sugar if desired. Garnish with the remaining lime wedge.

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A Little Something

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So you like to watch…

1996

Spring semester had just begun, the arctic air cut through me like a knife, chilling me to the bone as I walked across campus. It was my first, and only semester living in the dorms. As my numb fingers turned the key to the upper campus dormitory, I cursed winter.

Fuck, why do I live where it’s so fucking cold.

“Cold enough for you?” a student asked as I walked down the hall. I just smiled.

My dorm room, a rectangle shaped room with a wardrobe, a bed with a shelf above it and a built in desk. One set up running along each side. Not much bigger than a prison cell. At least my roommate wasn’t in much, because two people occupying a 12×8 square foot room is close quarters. With it being cold and dark for most of the spring semester I was happy to spend most of my time with my boyfriend, Scott at his parents house. Warm, spacious and inviting wins over cold, dark and cramped any day of the week.

On a particularly sunny day in early March, I was hanging outside, I just didn’t have it in me to go to class. As I was wandering by the library I noticed and recognize someone from High School. Ann was a keep to herself kinda person that I had been friends with in school, and here she was sitting in front of the library looking lost. So I talked to her, invited her up to my dorm room for the afternoon. Since neither of us were in the mood to attend classes. We talked, caught up on life events and started hanging out together.

Ann and I reestablished our friendship from high school, hanging out and going shopping she helped me pick out a semi formal black dress for my spring choral concert. She was good at that sort of thing and I hated buying clothes. She even got along with Scott, which I appreciated since we were spending so much time together. 

Ann had always had long, straight dirty blonde hair that hung to the center of her back. Unlike mine that hung just past my shoulders and was a darker shade of blonde. Ann decided that she wanted a change. So we went to the salon and she became a shoulder length red head. It fit her well, her slim, petite frame and deep blue eyes were re-energized by the new cut and color.

As a snowstorm moved in late one afternoon, Ann, Scott and I decided to hang out in my dorm room till it passed. My roommate had gone out with her friends. So it was just the three of us, armed with some snacks and drinks. We made ourselves comfortable, Scott and I on my bed and Ann across from us on my roommate’s bed. We ate, chatted and listened to music. To make the room not so gloomy my roommate had put up Christmas lights, strung along the shelf above each bed. Which gave the room a warm red and green glow.

It was a little after seven when Scott reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.

“Yes?” he asked as he held up the bottle displaying it to the room.

“Sure, Ann?” 

“Why not, I don’t think we’re going anywhere,” she answered as she looked out the window that was now half covered in snow. 

Scott cracked the seal, took a long pull from the bottle and passed it over to Ann. She sniffed it, wrinkled her nose and took a drink. She handed it to me, I took a swallow and handed it back to Scott.

“Smooth,” Ann said.

Scott went over to the window, took another long pull and set the bottle on the desk. 

“We’re definitely not going anywhere tonight,”

Scott turned, looking at Ann and I, and grinned.

“Up for some fun?”

“Depends on your definition of fun,” I said.

He picked up my 35mm camera that I use for my black and white photography class.

“How much film do you have?”

“Enough,” I answered, getting up off the bed.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Just a little fun,” he said leaning over and kissing me.

“You, game?” I asked looking over at Ann.

I took the camera from Scott and proceed to take pictures of Ann.

She wasn’t shy and played to the camera. I took about a dozen shoot of her, laying and sitting on the bed. Then she got on her knees, arched her back and pouted her lips.

“Nice,” Scott said.

Ann got off the bed and took the camera from me.

“Your turn,”

I laid on the bed and stretched out. 

“Lose the shirt,” Scott said. Ann and I looked at him.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, it’s just us, all in fun. You develop your own film, so why not,”

I took off my shirt, turned to face the wall, on my knees and took off my bra. I looked back over my shoulders at Ann and she took my picture. I laid down on my side with my arm draped over my bare breasts and she took my picture. 

Scott was now standing behind Ann taking off his shirt. He leaned into her and whispered something she nodded in agreement. He laid behind me, moved my arm to my side and kissed my neck. Ann took our picture. 

I kept watching Ann’s eyes as Scott unbuttoned, unzipped and removed my jeans. I turned over onto my back, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulled them off. He looked over at Ann, she nodded and kept shooting.

Scott pushed my legs apart and lowered himself down between my thighs kissing my pussy. Then pushing his tongue inside of me and licking. Ann moved closer, now kneeling on the floor next to my head, and looking down my body at Scott. He looked up at her while eating me out, and she took the picture. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Scott’s tongue probing my clit. I could feel myself getting wetter, grinding against his mouth. I opened my eyes and looked up at Ann, she smiled and I felt a rush of adrenaline come over me as I came. 

Scott got up, dropped his jeans and boxers.

“Nice,” Ann said, taking another picture.

Scott laid on top of me, he kissed my neck and caressed my breasts, as he slid his cock inside me. He thrusted and I moved my hips up to push against him. I wrapped my legs around his back as he fucked me harder and deeper. He pulled out and moved up to rub his cock in between my breasts. I pushed together my breasts and he slid back and forth in between them till he came covering my tits with his cum. 

Ann watched and photographed as Scott and I fucked.

After Scott whispered in my ear.

“Did you like that?” 

“Yes, I did,”

“I think Ann deserves something, don’t you?”

“Yes, she does,” I answered while rubbing his cum into my skin.

He kissed me and got up, grabbed the bottle and sat on the bed next to Ann. He took a drink and handed her the bottle.

“So, do you like to participate as much as you like to watch?”

Ann smiled at him and took a drink.

“Maybe, what did you have in mind?”

Scott leaned over and kissed her neck.

“Depends on what you want,” he whispered in her ear.

“I kinda want her,” Ann said nodding towards me.

“Really?” Scott asked moving back from her.

Ann shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

“Can I watch?” Scott asked.

Ann moved closer and kissed him.

“Yes you can, you can even participate,”

Ann stood up and shed her clothes.

“You’re definitely a natural blonde,” Scott commented. 

Ann laid next to me and ran her fingers along my side. She bent down and kissed me, gently at first then harder, I could taste her strawberry lip gloss. I parted my lips and felt her tongue slide into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue and she grabbed the back of my neck and kisses me back. Her soft skin pushing up against me, she smelled of vanilla. She caressed my breast, pinching my nipple. She kissed down my neck, over my collarbone to my breast. Taking my nipple into her mouth, she flicked her tongue over and around, then sucking on it.

Ann ran her hand down my stomach to my pussy. She slid her fingers into me, working her fingers back and forth. She moved up to my ear and whispered.

“I want to make you cum,”

I moaned and glance over at Scott. He was laying on my roommate’s bed, stroking his cock watching us. 

Ann looked over at Scott and gave him a come here motion with her fingers. Scott came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and kissed me, then he kissed Ann. 

The three of us laid on the bed, rubbing, caressing and kissing each other. Ann’s fingers working my pussy, her thumb rubbing back and forth on my clit. Scott stroking his cock pushing up against my thigh, while he watched Ann and I making out.

“Cum for me,” Ann said.

I arched my back, pushing against her fingers and came. She removed her fingers from me and slid them into her mouth. Scott reached over and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her fingers to his mouth and licked them off. He got up off the bed and pulled Ann off the bed with him. He handed me the camera that had been set on the shelf above the bed. I took it and sat up. He led Ann over to the other bed and had her get on her hands and knees. He kneeled behind her, sliding his cock up and down her pussy. 

“Do you want me to cum in you or on you?” he asked her.

Ann looked over at me and answered.

“In me,”

Scott slid his cock into her tight, slick pussy. I held up the camera and took the picture. He moved quicker, thrusting deeper into her, she let out a moan pushed back against him. I moved closer to them and took another picture. I put the camera down and kneeled in front of Ann, I kissed her while Scott fucked her.

We finished off the bottle of whiskey and passed out.

It was a warm day in April when I developed the three rolls of film we had shoot during the snowstorm. I printed every picture, replaying the night in my mind. By the time I had finished all 72 black and white photos, my panties were damp.

Scott’s parents were out of town for the weekend and we were house sitting while they were gone. I invited Ann to come hangout with us for the weekend. We made a nice dinner and cracked open a bottle of wine. Ann and I were sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through the photos. I put my hand on her leg and rubbed my thumb back and forth on her jeans. She leaned into me and kissed me. I pushed her onto her back laying on the couch, I unbuttoned her jeans and slid my fingers into her panties. She smiled at me and pulled her jeans down. I kissed her as I slid my fingers into her, rubbing her clit and feeling her warmth.

“Eat me,” she said. I moved down pulling off her jeans and panties. She spread her legs running her hand over her pussy, fingering herself. I lowered myself in between her thighs and licked her pussy. Tasting her sweetness and feeling her grind her pussy against my mouth.

“Starting without me?” Scott was standing next to the couch watching. 

I got up and stood in front of him, I kissed him, he licked my lips tasting Ann on me. I ran my hand across his crotch, feeling his hard cock. I unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled his pants down along with his boxers. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. 

Ann got up off the couch, taking off her clothes and started kissing Scott. He rubbed her breasts and kissed her neck while I sucked his cock.

“Fuck!” he said. 

“Who?” I asked. Scott smiled at me taking my hand and Ann’s. He led us into the master bedroom.

He pulled off the comforter and discarded it to the floor.

“Strip and lay on the bed,” he told me. I undressed and laid down, he whispered something to Ann. She got on the bed, spread my legs apart and started eating me out. I watched Scott move behind her, pull her hips up so that she was on her knees. He slid his cock into her pussy and started fucking her, while he watched her eat me out. Feeling her tongue flick over my clit, then slide into my pussy, making me want to cum. I kept watching Scott thrusting in and out of her, feeling him fuck her as she ate me. My breath became shallow and my body shuddered as we came together.

Scott laid next to me, kissing me and rubbing my pussy. Ann got up to go take a shower.

“Fuck me, please,” I asked Scott. He kissed me, moving me onto him.

“You can fuck me,” he said.

I sat up straddling his hips, I took his cock rubbing it along my pussy. Sliding it inside of me, and moving my hips back and forth. I leaned back and ran my fingers down to my pussy, rubbing my clit as I fucked him. I moved quicker as I rubbed my clit faster, he grabbed my hips and thrust against me. My pussy tighten around his cock and I came, collapsing onto his chest. He ran his hand through my hair, gripping the back of my neck and kissed me. He moved me off of him, then he pushed his cock back into me and fucked me. Whispering in my ear.

“It makes me so fucking hard, watching you with her. I love watching her make you cum. But I love fucking you,”

 

Movie Night

1996

Early into the spring semester Scott and I decided to have a movie night at his parents house. Scott had been moonlighting at a local video store to make a few bucks. Because of this he had compiled a list of movies that he wanted to watch. After grabbing pizza for dinner, we stopped by the video store and he picked out a movie, that I hadn’t seen.

We made ourselves comfortable on the couch in the living room with a blanket and pillows. Scott set dinner out on the coffee table and set up the movie.

“Ready?” he asked as he sat next to me on the couch. 

“Sure,” I answered, grabbing a piece of pizza.

He pushed play on the VCR remote. The credits began, Sharon Stone, William Baldwin…in Sliver.

We ate our pizza and watched.

About half way through Scott put my feet in his lap, he pulled off my socks and began rubbing them. He ran his thumb up and down the bottom of my foot, then rubbed the top of my foot up to my ankle. After he had thoroughly rubbed both of my feet I ran my foot along his crotch. The first time I did it he cleared his throat and took a drink of his soda. 

I then keep rubbing till he moved my feet off of his lap.

“Really?” he said giving me a look.

“What?”

He switched off the movie, got up and cleared the dinner mess.

He came back over to the couch after holding one hand behind his back, he extended his hand towards me. I took it and he led me to his bedroom.

He pointed to the bed, I went over and laid down. He came over to the bed, unbuttoned, unzipped and slid my jeans off. I sat up and took off my t-shirt leaving me in my bra and panties lying on his bed. 

He showed me what he had been holding behind his back, it was a lime popsicle, one of the single ones. He removed the plastic from it and ran it gently over my lips, I parted my lips and he slid it slightly into my mouth. He took it and ran it down my chin, neck, across my collarbone and down to my stomach. He then put it in his mouth while he removed my panties. 

I spread my legs for him and he took the popsicle out of his mouth and ran it along my inner thigh. It was so cold. He ran it up and down along my pussy, then he slid the tip of the lime popsicle into me.

“Fuck,” 

It was such a strange feeling, cold and smooth. He slid it in further, I arched my back and let him move it back and forth within me.

Then he took it out and put it in my mouth, he lowered himself between my legs and licked my pussy. Pulling me into him as he devoured me.

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Question of the Hour Presents: RainbwLiteBrite a Spotlight Piece

 

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For what this was going to be to what it is now are worlds apart, the point of these Spotlight Pieces are to introduce you to a content creator/streamer/gamer that has for lack of a better word chosen to ‘put themselves out there’ into the wilds of the internet and the world at large.

Continuing on it’s time to introduce RainbwLiteBrite and her thoughts and feelings towards streaming/gaming and life in general. To clarify a Streamer is someone that live streams creative content, be it video games, tutorials, art projects or discussions. Just so we’re all on the same page. My deepest appreciation to all the awesome streamers that put up with me asking random questions. 

 So without further adieu, I give you: 

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RainbwLiteBrite

https://mixer.com/RainbwLiteBrite

https://twitter.com/RainbwLiteBrite

https://www.instagram.com/rainbwlitebrite/

We’re going to do this loose question and answer format:

Question: Why do you stream? 

Answer: I stream to share. Whether it’s advice, a story, some positivity, some sorrow, some joy – I want to share it with friends and potential friends alike.

Q: What do you get out of it? 

A: It’s a selfish profession that you are constantly feeling a need to be selfless in – I love being able to bring people together to spend time with each other and foster a sense of caring and community. Everyone deserves a place they can turn to for familiarity and comfort.

Q: Where do you see it going?

A: Hopefully into an ever expanding online community. Even if I’m no longer streaming for some reason, I would be hard-pressed to give up my little corner of Discord. So many people have become part of my life that I literally cannot imagine an alternative where these people didn’t exist to me.

Q: Is streaming what you thought it would be?

A: Streaming is nothing and everything like I thought it would be – and I would think most creators would probably tend to agree. 🙂 

Q: What have you found beneficial in streaming?

A: It has connected me with people, opportunities and fortune beyond anything I thought possible, and it only gets better.

Q: What has been a deterrent in your streaming experience?

A: 100% my own mind. There are a lot of things that people have been able to do with even less time than I have to dedicate to streaming, so I can’t hide behind time being a factor. Talent is something that one is born with, and hard work is something anyone can do – so it comes to my laziness, indecisiveness and insecurity.

Q: Do you think streaming as a career will continue to grow?

A: Absolutely – with the rise of some of the biggest creators securing contracts, it paves the way for more monetization options and serious examination of how companies can harness entertainment for their and the creators’ benefit. 

Q: What was an unexpected surprise or experience you had while streaming?

A: The amount of people I would get to meet, connect with, and care for so quickly and so fiercely. Also, the amount of good people are constantly doing for others. It makes my heart so full. 

Q: What was a disappointment or struggle during the year of streaming?

A: How easily people get sucked into inflated senses of self. Seeing people blatantly disrespect, chastise and outright throw tantrums in public places where their communities and peers can clearly see in order to get false, fleeting confirmations in the form of a few likes, retweets or follows.

Q: What are you looking forward to going into the upcoming year?

A: Supporting more people, achieving more than last year, and expanding my art.

Q: Do you have any closing thoughts?

A: “Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.” – Robert Louis Stevenson

It’s not always about you – sometimes it’s about what you can do for others. Make sure to look around every now and then to make sure you aren’t missing out on opportunities to help others when able.

By Megan Hinde

Procrastination At Its Best

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Rap Music and its Cultural Impact…I’m kidding. This is what you get when it’s January, cold, snowing and I’m procrastinating. Which leads to falling down YouTube rabbit holes. So here it is: Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake do a bit on The Tonight Show called The History of Rap there are now six parts to this running gag. Now as a fan I enjoy their performances enough to create a playlist on Spotify containing 116 songs that they sampled during their performances. There were only two songs that I couldn’t find on Spotify so I included the YouTube links, they’re marked with an *. 

Without further adieu enjoy:     

History of Rap 1

Sugar Hill Gang – Rapper’s Delight

Run-DMC – Peter Piper

Beastie Boys – Paul Revere

A Tribe Called Quest – Award Tour Digital Underground – The Humpty Dance

Snoop Dogg & Dr.Dre – Nothin’ But A G Thang 2Pac feat. Dr.Dre – California Love

Notorious B.I.G. – Juicy

The Roots – The Seed (2.0)

Eminem – My Name Is

Missy Elliot – Work It

Soulja Boy – Crank That

T.I. feat. Rihanna – Live Your Life

Kanye West feat. Jamie Foxx – Gold Digger

Jay Z feat. Alicia Keys – New York

Sugar Hill Gang – Rapper’s Delight

 

History of Rap 2

Kurtis Blow – The Breaks

Grandmaster Flash – The Message

NWA – Express Yourself

Rob Base & DJ EZ – It Takes Two

Salt-N-Pepa – Push It

Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby

Fatman Scoop – Be Faithful

Cypress Hill – Insane In The Brain

DJ KOOL – Let Me Clear My Throat

DMX – Party Up

Nelly – Hot In Herre

50 Cent -In Da Club

Outkast – Hey Ya

Lil Wayne – A Milli

DJ Khaled – All I Do Is Win

Cali Swag District – Teach Me How To Dougie

Rick Ross – B.M.F.

Biz Markie – Just A Friend

History of Rap 3

Run DMC – King of Rock

LL Cool J – Mama Said Knock You Out

DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince – Parents Just Don’t Understand 

De La Soul – Me Myself and I*

JJ Fad – Supersonic 

Sir Mix A Lot – Baby Got Back 

Young MC – Bust a Move 

House of Pain – Jump Around 

Ice Cube – It was a Good Day 

Coolio – Gangsters Paradise

Fugees – Killing Me Softly 

Beastie Boys – Sabotage 

Jay-Z – I Just Wanna Love You 

Outcast – Miss Jackson

Snoop – Drop It Like It’s Hot 

Kanye West – Stronger 

Nicki Minaj – Super Bass

Naughty by Nature – Hip Hop Hooray

History of Rap 4

Sugarhill Gang – Apache

Grandmaster Flash – White Lines (Don’t Do It)

Kurtis Blow – Basketball

Fat Boys – The Fat Boys

Run DMC – It’s Tricky

Beastie Boys – No Sleep Till Brooklyn

LL Cool J – Going Back To Cali

Slick Rick – Children’s Story

Live Crew – Me So Horny

A Tribe Called Quest – Scenario

Cypress Hill – Hand on the Pump

Wreckx-N-Effect – Rump shaker

Salt-N-Pepa – Shoop

Snoop Dogg – Gin and Juice

Busta Rhymes – Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check

Notorious B.I.G. – Hypnotize

Missy Elliott – Get Ur Freak On

Jay Z – Izzo (H.O.V.A.)

Nelly – Ride Wit Me

50 Cent – P.I.M.P.

Chamillionaire – Ridin Dirty

Wiz Khalifa – Black and Yellow

Trinidad James – All Gold Everything

Macklemore – Thrift Shop

Eminem – Lose Yourself

History of Rap 5

LL Cool J – I’m Bad

Run DMC – Beats to the Rhyme

Crazy Calls – Wait For the Beep *

Beastie Boys – Fight For Your Right

Tone Loc – Wild Thing

DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince – The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air

Salt-n-Pepa – Whatta Man

Positive K – I Got A Man

The Notorious B.I.G. – Big Poppa

Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg – Dre Day

Warren G, Nate Dogg – Regulate

NWA – Straight Outta Compton

Ini Kamoze – Here Comes The Hotstepper

Outkast – So Fresh, So Clean

Busta Rhymes feat. P. Diddy & Pharrell – Pass the Courvoisier, Part II

Kris Kross – Jump

Skee-Lo – I Wish

Jay Z – 99 Problems

Ludacris – Move Bitch

Drake – Started From The Bottom

Kendrick Lamar – Swimming Pools (Drank)

Kanye West feat. T-Pain – Good Life

Run DMC – Walk This Way

 

History of Rap 6

Kelly & Jay Z – Fiesta

LL Cool J – Rock the Bells

Whodini – Friends

Slick Rick & Doug E. Fresh – La-Di-Da-Di

Public Enemy – Fight the Power

Salt-N-Pepa – Let’s Talk About Sex

MC Hammer – U Can’t Touch This

DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince – Summertime

Wu-Tang Clan – C.R.E.A.M.

Notorious B.I.G. (feat. Puff Daddy & Mase) – Mo Money Mo Problems

Snow – Informer

Nelly – Country Grammar

Bone Thugs-n-Harmony – The Crossroads

Kelly – Ignition (Remix)

Chris Brown – Look at Me Now (feat. Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes)

Kendrick Lamar – Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe

Drake – Know Yourself

Big Sean – I Don’t Fuck With You

Jay Z & Kanye West – Otis

Fetty Wap – My Way

Ace Hood (feat. Future Rick Ross) – Bugatti