Archive for April, 2007

The Elites

The BeginningThe ElitesChapter One: The Normal DaysInside Williamstown, a city in NJ, a house at the edge of Robin Lane sits next to a row of other houses. This development is known as Monroe Village. Each house is mid-suburban size made with a wood frame, insulation, sheet rock, chip board, tar paper, and vinyl siding. There are no  bushes in front of the house. Upon the ground, a few shrubs lay at the side of the drive ways. There is also a bush at the corner of the house. The house has a single door garage and an A frame roof. Walking up the small two-car driveway, one can see the entranceway, the flower bed of roses in front of the two floor house and the front four feet by five feet bedroom window and the four feet by five feet living room window. The front door upon the six feet by four feet entrance way at the end of driveway is a regular rag tag steel door.Once inside the house, there is a very small foyer. To the right is the living room with a single four person couch against the wall opposite of the door, a lamp with a stand sits to the left of the couch, in the center of the room is a brick fire place, and to the right of the fire place is a forty-inch plasma flat screen TV. There is a pioneer six speaker stereo system with DVD player, VCR player, tape player, CD player, record player, and a loud subwoofer. To the left of the foyer are brown carpeted steps leading upstairs.

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A Poetic Romance Novel: The Dawn, Dusk, and Night of Rick Rogers

Chapter One: Waking UpHave you ever felt alone and sad? You haven’t done anything to hurt anyone; you just wake up and see no one on the bed beside you. You know that in your heart you are worth everything to God, and you love God with all your heart, but you wake up in the bed with no one next to you. You  don’t want anything sexual, for you just want to be embraced in the morning. You just hope for that one person to be by your side. You want a woman that will listen, and you wish for one that you could listen to. However, you are all alone and by yourself. Well this day Rick has awakened in the morning. He cries because all he sees are the white walls of his bedroom. He prays to God, thankful for the day, but by himself. He walks into his bathroom and does his morning routine. As the water petals fall to the ceramic pumping out heated mist, Rick stares at the metal faucet. He fades back to his dream at night. In his dream, he owned a small house, and he had a beautiful family. He would play with his children constantly, and he embraced his wife giving her a smile and breakfast in bed. In his dream, his wife, who was nameless, went to the gym with him and ran beside him on the track. They joked around about some movies they watched, and they kept on running together. After the run, Rick and his wife jokingly argued about who would shower first, but Rick, being a gentleman, lets his wife go into the shower first. Rick then started to look at the shower in reality, and he cried as the water turned to ice tearing his mind from his precious moment of the nightly dream he had. He didn’t feel good anymore. He wasn’t sick because he was just sad. As the cold water hits the ground, Rick cries to God. “I love you God; this you know… But why do I have these dreams if I am to wake up alone. Why did I have these dreams? I am to be tormented by this which I want? Why, Lord why? If I am to never have a woman, then don’t let me dream of having a wife. Make my heart cold towards loving any woman. It is too painful to live with these dreams and have no woman. Why is there even a face in the dreams Lord? It is painful. Please make these dreams go away.”

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