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Free Write 7/11/2019

The Sun danced around the moon. The Moon stood and watched. The sun hid behind the moon and moon when black. The blackness looked down at us.

We look deep into the blackness and the blackness takes hold for a moment. It stayed with us, fed us and we fed it. The blackness grows with each step we take alone. Alone we, I walk with the blackness ready fed it to end of all.

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I am now making short stories.

Prologue: Rage against the Wolves. Draft one.

A blonde naked blood-soaked toddler wobbled down a harshly lit hallway. He left bloody red footprints as he limped on the sheep-white carpet floor, his skinny knees barely supporting his now bloated body as he walked over to me like an old drunkard that just got kicked out of a bar at 1 am. A blank look registered in his sapphire eyes. His small unthreatening hands dragged his victims’ blood across the cheap yellow wallpaper as he struggled to support himself. When I walked over to pick the pitiful creature up my nostrils were assaulted by the overly sweet metallic stench of death. While I held him, he cried and coughed chunks of blood staining my midnight Color jacket.  He tried muffling his cries by shoving his face into my chest (it didn’t work I could still hear him crying like a whale) his nose running and dripping snot all over the front of my clothes. My eyes followed his crimson trail of carnage down the hall into the once neatly kept living room where I saw deep scratch marks that looked like they were made by a samurai covered our coffee-black floor, glass scattered everywhere like confetti on new year’s night, a man with a broken spine was smashed into my TV. But the worst thing I saw, the image that still keeps me up at night was the screaming head of My wife ripped away from her body. Her once warm blue eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Her mouth hung open like a dead fish (you could almost see her uvula) chunks of her golden hair were ripped out and her soft pink lips had been sawed off. My Wife was taken, and I only had my weeping son to blame for it…

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SamBob at bear 7/23/2018

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Be a gentleman.

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Silly puppy for Saturday Jul 14, 2018

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So many variations, these photos come from a visit to the studio and workshop of Chihuly in Seattle from a visit quite a few years ago.

“The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I’ve known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone.” ― Shel Silverstein

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When a friend sends this to you, you know youve done something right

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Sam Bob Patrick at bear's places 4/30/2018

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Corkscrew.

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By Red and Howling

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Finished Robin for my Teen Titans series

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Sambob at The comedy attic short. 3/28/2018