17th Century Love-Written June 2003

Disclaimer:
I was not yet a Christian when I initially wrote this story in the Summer of 2003. This may seem like an attack on Puritans, which it somewhat is. I wasn’t attacking them for their faith in Christ, however, but rather for their extremely uptight, narrow-minded and boring lifestyle. It just seemed so unromantic to me at the time. Actually, it still does to this day, but I have a better understanding and appreciation of them.

This story takes place in 17th century New England. As most of you know already, society in this part of the world at this time was extremely strict…My couple in this story is young and in love and eventually on the run from the short tempered Puritan people. Their names are Everett Carlton, a twenty-one-year-old sailor, and Kimberly Brooks a seventeen-year-old maiden.
Everett Carlton had just gotten off the ship and arrived at the docks. He walked into town and made it to the center of the town square. Hungry and thirsty he was looking for a tavern. He was now in the center of town and not paying attention to where he was walking. Suddenly, he bumped into a young lady. "Pardon me, Miss," Everett said bashfully. She looked at him, then smiled as she said, "You're pardoned." They stared at each other awkwardly, then smiled. "Do you know any place I could get some meat and rum? I just got off the boat and I'm not familiar with this town." The young lady smiled and said "There aren't any taverns here, but there is the market. You could buy some rum and meat there." Everett said "Thanks. My name is Everett Carlton, by the way. I am a sailor and I just got in from the West Indies." "I'm Kimberly Brooks," The young lady said blissfully. She then asked, "Are you going to be in town for awhile?" "I'm staying here just for the night then my ship leaves tomorrow unless of course, the constable puts me in those stocks." "What could someone like you do to warrant such a thing?" "Oh, I don't know. Just being myself, I guess. I don't attend church like I should and I get a little loud when drinking too much rum." "Well, you seem like a kind person and I know you don't deserve to go into the stocks. After you buy your food and drink, I know a place you can stay where you can get as loud as you want and no one will hear you. I go to very often, actually." "Where is this place?" Everett inquired. "It is a secret strip of shoreline that no one knows about except me, I run there and hide whenever my father gets angry with me." "After I get my food and drink, let's go there." "I was on my way there anyway because I just got beaten for not sewing the tablecloth completely." "Your father seems like a real prize," Everett said sarcastically. "He's awful but I have nowhere to go and he doesn't let me talk to any man. He would be furious if he saw me with you right now, actually." They walked into the market together where Everett purchased some rum, bread, and sausages. After he paid the market clerk, they walked to the secret place, arriving just as the sun began to set. They sat down on the sands, ate their food and drank a little rum, as Kimberly asked Everett, "Isn't this place great?" "'Tis." "Come here whenever you need to hide from someone." "Thank you for showing me. That is very kind of you." Awkwardly, Everett rested his head in Kimberly's lap and smiled at each other. Suddenly, they heard the shouts of an angry middle-aged man, Mr. Sanford Brooks, Kimberly's father, "Kimberly get home right now! Get home right now or there will be a beating waiting for you." She began to tremble. "Don't go!" Everett said, "I'll protect you from your tyrant of a father." Kimberly asked with great concern, "Are you sure? I mean he has a very brutal temper." She then showed him a bruise he gave her from a previous beating. Everett said, "Yes I'm sure, there is no reason a sweet and beautiful girl like you deserves that sort of ill treatment." "You're so brave, and you're so kind! Where have you been all my life?" With that, she kissed him. Everett kissed her in return with intense passion. They began to lovingly caress each other in the sunset of the evening. It was now total darkness and they continued to hide, falling asleep in each others' arms. It was now dawn and they were wakened up by the talking and shouting of several men, "She's got to be around here somewhere-I've been hunting for her all night." "We've got to get out of here!" Kimberly said urgently. "We can go to the ship I'm stationed on-that is if you'd be willing to run away with me. It leaves in a few hours anyway." Kimberly said, "You treat me so kindly, unlike my father, so yes, I'll run away with you." "Well we have to make our move now, the ship leaves soon." Kimberly nodded then, hand in hand, they hurriedly stepped out of their hiding place and began to run for the docks, but were caught. "Get away from my daughter!" Mr. Brooks angrily exclaimed. Everett just held her even more tightly. "I'm warning you!" Mr. Brooks said drawing a flint-lock pistol. In total distress, Kimberly pleaded and begged, "Father no dont hurt him-I love him." "Dont you dare tell me what to do, you good for nothing, little witch!" Mr. Brooks walked up closer to them and held the pistol to Everett's face. "Unless you want me to blow your head off your shoulders, you keep away from my daughter from now on." Quickly and bravely, Everett kicked it out of his hand, then shouted, "Let's get out of here while we still can, Kimberly." Both started running for the ship. Mr. Brooks picked up his gun and fired at them. The projectile barely grazed Everett' left leg. Kimberly shouted, "Please dont die, Everett! Can you make it?" He looked at his leg and said, "Yes I think I will, it's just a little scratch. I've been through worse on the high seas." They kept running and finally made it to the ship and then went below deck. Kimberly tore off a piece of her slip and wrapped it around his wound. As she tended to Everett, he told her, "Just so you know, Kimberly, I love you too!" Passionately they rubbed each others' faces and shared a kiss. The rest of the crew was readying the ship for departure as a wind was blowing towards the ocean. They quickly began to set sail as the town constable was preparing the harbor's cannon. He aimed it at the ship but it did not fire because the powder was miraculously wet. The ship began to make it out of the harbor and soon a course was plotted for the West Indies. Everett and Kimberly were wed on an island in the West Indies and purchased a home there, meanwhile, the New England town was washed out to sea by a hurricane that drowned Mr. Brooks and the town constable...

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Reunion and Tragedy-Written May 2003

Between late May and late July of 2003…
This story starts off with a sixteen-year-old boy named Marshall Elks. He and his mom are preparing to have visitors at their house: A woman, Miss Rayne and her daughter Elizabeth Rayne who was about seventeen. Marshall and Elizabeth were close friends as young children, though they were quite shy of each other. Unfortunately, they became separated many years ago.

Now that you have the background to the story, (look at me I broke the fourth wall) I will bring you into the plot already in progress:

“Marshall, you remember Elizabeth Rayne, right?”

“Of course I do. I think about her every day.”

“How would you feel if I told you that she was coming to visit us?”

“I would be overjoyed!”

“Well, she and her mother will be here in about two hours.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Nope. Serious as a heart attack.”

“Then I’ll get ready.”

“Good idea, Marshall.”

With that, he went into the bathroom where he scrubbed his body and hair, then shaved. Afterward, he brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth.

Marshall wanted to appear as neat as possible for Elizabeth, as he had feelings for her those many years ago. In actuality, those feelings had never left him, but instead multiplied and strengthened. His only hope was that somehow, even after these twelve long years, Elizabeth would feel the same way.

He paced the floors nervously, awaiting Elizabeth’s arrival. Finally, he heard the minivan pull up and saw Elizabeth stepping out of it with her mom. Marshall watched them through the transom as they walked to the door, then rang the bell. Immediately he opened the door and beheld Elizabeth face to face.

He choked up and blushed but then regained his composure as he spoke to her, “”I’ve been wanting so badly to see you again for such a long time.”

Elizabeth smiled from ear to ear and giggled, then embraced him.

Marshall continued, “Do you even remember me?”

Elizabeth hugged him tighter, then looked into his eyes as she said, “I’ve thought about you every single day since we last saw each other. I’ve missed you so much. If only you knew.”

Marshall smiled, and said, “I am elated that we have this chance to meet again!”
He hugged her once more and then they came inside.

The two mothers began talking.

Mrs. Elks asked Ms. Rayne, ““So what brings you back out here?”

“I got behind on my rent and we were eventually evicted. So we loaded up my van with what we could take and headed back east. I called you on my cell phone but I didn’t want to say we were homeless over the phone.”

“Don’t worry you can stay here as long as you like. I don’t think Marshall would mind.”

“I don’t think Elizabeth would mind either, look how gaga they are over each other. However, I am a little concerned since I’m a single parent and I hope they don’t make the same mistakes as me.”

“I think if they did, they would stick with each other, they’re so much in love. If you would have seen their faces. And furthermore, I’m now a widow. Barry’s death left a huge void in my life.”

“Barry was indeed a good man. What happened?”

“His passionate temper got the best of him and he stroked out. As much as he had that temper, though he was always good as gold to me and Marshall.”

…So…

After a long drive and a tiring day, Ms. Rayne and her daughter Elizabeth unpacked their few items and settled in at the Elks’ house.

They each took a sofa in the living room and Marshall went lay down in his bed. He tried to sleep, but couldn’t. He was much too excited that the girl he had feelings for so long was finally under the same roof as him. He grabbed his Energizer Find Me flashlight, walked out of his room and saw Elizabeth laying down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. The yellowish-white glow from Marshall’s flashlight frightened her briefly, but then she smiled from ear to ear when she realized it was him.

“Would it be all right if you came to my room?” Marshall asked with slight nervousness.

Elizabeth brightly beamed and nodded, then hand in hand they walked to his room.

They sat on his bed, awkwardly, but then Marshall spoke, ““Elizabeth, you’re just as sweet as I remember and even more beautiful now that you’re a young lady. I’ve been in love ever since we met as children, I just didn’t realize it until after you left. I want you to be by my side now and forever. And my only hope is that we’ll never be away from each other again.”

Elizabeth held Marshall’s hands and pulled his head into her breasts as she spoke, “I too had feelings for you back then. I thought we would always be near each other and grow up together. I was crushed when I had to move far away. But, now, we have a chance to be together again. I cannot promise that we’ll never be away from each other again, but I definitely want to cuddle with me throughout the night and every night afterward if at all possible.”

Their lips met, guided by the glow of Marshall’s flashlight.

After sharing that very sweet kiss, they lovingly held each other close and talked into the night. At sunrise, Elizabeth returned to the sofa without either mothers’ detection.

The next day, Mrs. Elks woke Marshall up and said, “”Miss Rayne and I are going shopping. I want you to take Elizabeth to the park and show her a good time.”

He nodded.

Elizabeth was already up and she winked at Marshall.

The two mothers left the house.

Marshall and Elizabeth got ready.

“We can take my old Buick Regal to the park.”

They walked out of the house and began to lean against Marshall’s car and lovingly caress each other until they were confronted by Marshall’s bullying neighbor, Boyd Bachmann.

“Stop that word I no longer use in my writing right now!” He shouted at them.

“Just ignore him,” Marshall whispered in Elizabeth’s ear.

She nodded and they continued to engage in their passionate affections.

Boyd came back with a long broomstick and shouted, “If y’all don’t knock it off right now, I’m going to take this stick and beat both of your words I no longer use in my writing!”

“This is none of your business, Boyd, go home!” Marshall shouted.

Boyd replied, “Marshall, I beat your word I no longer use in my writing when you were a little boy and I’m not afraid to do it again.”

“I’ll call the cops if you touch him,” Elizabeth said.

“I know the sheriff; his men won’t touch me. Furthermore, I’ll tell any deputies that come here what you and Marshall were doing in that house.”

“But we didn’t do anything wrong in there,” Elizabeth protested.

“It’s my word against yours and my word speaks louder because I am a working, tax-paying, property-owning, contributing member of society and y’all are just teenage punks and your mothers are on government assistance!”

Marshall gave half the peace sign to Boyd.

“Did you just flip me off you little word I no longer use in my writing?”

Marshall said, “Yes I did flip you off.”

Boyd then struck Marshall across his back with the broomstick.

“That’ll make y’all stop. Y’all think that y’all can act like dogs in heat, but it’s not going to happen while I’m around. And I’m going to beat both of your words I no longer use in my writing again if y’all talk back.”

“Well word I no longer use in my writing you, Boyd,” Marshall said.

Boyd punched Marshall in the face, knocking him to the cement, then struck him several times with his broomstick.

“Now, I’m going call the cops on both of you,” Boyd said, then walked back to his house.

Elizabeth said in distress, “Come, on Marshall, let’s get out of here.”

“Can you drive us, Elizabeth? I’m hurt.” Marshall asked.

She nodded and they stepped into Marshall’s Buick and started it.

They drove off but then Marshall saw Boyd’s truck in passenger-side mirror. He began to shake with anxiety.

“I love you so much, Marshall!” Elizabeth looked at him and said, beaming.

“I love you too…” Marshall replied as his voice trembled at the sight of Boyd following them.

Elizabeth saw his distressed appearance and asked, “What’s the matter?

“That good for nothing Boyd Bachmann is following us.”

“Should I tap your brakes?” Elizabeth asked.

Marshall nodded and Elizabeth tapped the brakes.

Boyd flashed a revolver at them.

Elizabeth saw and sped off. Boyd followed just as fastly. There came a change in the weather and it began to storm. Elizabeth slowed down because of the wet road. Boyd continued following them.

“Maybe we can lose him if we get on the freeway?” Marshall said.

“That’s what I’ll do then,” Elizabeth replied.

They approached the on-ramp and began to make the semi-circle on that part of the cloverleaf.

Boyd followed.

They began to switch lanes, but Boyd continued to angrily pursue them. Suddenly Elizabeth lost control and Marshall’s Buick struck a Propane truck. There was a huge fireball that overtook the car.

They were both killed in the fire, but they were in love so much it did not matter. Now they are together for all eternity. The fire was like absolute zero compared to the warmth of [the passionate] love they shared.

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Runaway Teens

Though the grammar from the original was terrible, the raw emotion was still very powerful. I would like to think the grammar is somewhat better now but probably still needs work, so just be patient and please, try not to nit-pick…This may be offensive to some, but my intention isn’t/wasn’t to offend. Rather it is to relive memories of what my writing was like in the early days…

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction. I began work on this story when I was 16 in that wonderful summer of 2003. However, what I thought was a good idea at the age of 16, I sometimes no longer think so. I’m just trying to relive that time in my life because of the recent unfortunate events that took place. For all the troubled children and teens out there: Meeting people online isn’t always a good idea, so be very wise and careful when doing so.

Furthermore running away, breaking and entering, and boarding freight trains is NEVER a good idea. It is dangerous and illegal! If you are being abused at home tell the police or a trusted professional at your school. Don’t do the activities that take place in this story, they can put you in more danger than you already are. Now that I’ve said this, please try to enjoy the following: This story is about two teens who find each other online. They end up running away together and become soulmates.

…Schriever, Louisiana… …December 1, 2002… Thanksgiving break was coming to a close on this chilly but dry Sunday night. Jakob Newman was looking at other peoples’ ICQ profiles on his family computer. He was an awkward sixteen-year-old with many friends but none of them were very close. His family was extremely strict and held him to high standards. In fact, if they would have known he was trying to talk to girls online instead of being in bed on a school night, he would have been whipped and grounded. However, everyone in the house was dead asleep. Jakob, despite this, was a very kind-hearted and affectionate individual. He only wished he had someone to show his kindness and affections to. The previous summer, he had developed an interest in freight hopping and began devising a plan that would allow him to get away from everyone by riding the rails for free. He read many online articles on the subject and also subscribed to several local railfan publications to find out what trains passed through his town. He had memorized the timetable of the BNSF Lafayette Subdivision. After becoming quite learned on the subject, he bought a portable scanner and tools to assist him in one day secretly boarding a freight train, such as bolt cutters for getting into freight cars, a utility knife and a long metal flashlight for protection. Jakob also stockpiled as much candy and soft drinks as he could secretly hide. Finally, he acquired a heavy-duty duffel bag to store these items in and be ready for when he decided to make his move. As the months went by he became more and more serious about getting away from it all and ending up on another side of the country. Jakob continued to look at ICQ profiles and he came across one that belonged to a fifteen-year-old girl named Klara Holden. Meanwhile, Klara was online writing. She was editing some of the work on her Express Page website. Like Jakob, if Klara’s family, especially her step-dad, knew she was not in bed and online both writing such incriminating literature and talking to boys online, she would have been severely beaten and grounded. But, like in Jakob’s house, everyone was dead asleep. She had discovered writing the previous spring as she found it to be an outlet for the pain and suffering she experienced at home. She also secretly hoped that someone would discover her work, recognize it as a cry for help and then rescue her. Despite all of these unfortunate events, Klara still remained to have a very free and unbreakable spirit. All of the violence that she suffered was never able to break it. However, she had no one to love her and felt as if all of her affections were going to waste.

Jakob decided to message Klara. “Hi. I was looking for other people who live in Schriever and I found your profile. Do you mind if I add you?”

He patiently waited for the reply, then suddenly he heard his computer say “Uh-Oh.” This meant that he had received a message.

“Sure I don’t mind.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at school. Where do you go?”

“I’m home-schooled. My mom and my step-dad decided that because they don’t want me talking to boys.”

“Well, I hope I don’t get you in trouble.”

“If my step-dad knew I was talking to you, he’d be livid.”

“Would he hit you?”

“Yes.”

“What does your real dad think about that.”

“Nothing. He’s dead.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“That’s all right.”

“I understand, but I definitely want to get to know you.”

“So do I. What do you do for fun?”

“Oh, I like to travel, but can’t afford to.”

“Maybe one day then?”

“Maybe sooner than later. I’ve been researching ways to travel for free.”

“Like how?”

“Train hopping. A busy railroad line passes right through Schriever, so I can get on easily and quickly. I just haven’t worked up the nerve to do it. What do you like to do for fun.”

“Write short stories and poetry.”

“Nice. I wish I could do that, but I know it takes talent which I don’t have.”

“What is your family like?”

“Strict as hell. That’s the reason why I want to get away.”

“Does anyone hit you too?”

“Not too much anymore, but definitely when I was younger.”

“Who hit you.”

“Basically every adult. They still come down hard on me, but they don’t hit me as much.”

“You seem like a good guy. I don’t understand why they would want to hit you.”

“Well, I almost caught a charge for hacking someone’s ICQ account.”

“Why’d you do that.”

“Because he was spreading false things about me.”

“I see.”

“They try to monitor what I do on the computer and if they knew I was on ICQ right now, they’d be super angry. It’d be worth it for you though.”

“You’re making me blush.”

“Sorry.”

“No, don’t be. It’s a wonderful feeling.”

“Okay. Now I think I’m blushing too.”

“You said you like trains, right.”

“Yes.”

“My step-dad hates them. Many times they wake him up and he starts yelling and cussing. If one passed right now, he’d wake up catch me on the computer then beat me to a pulp.”

“I can let you know when one is coming, so you’ll have ample warning.”

“How’s that?”

“I have a radio that lets me hear the conversations between train crews and dispatchers.”

“Cool. I didn’t know there was such a thing.”

“Yes. I can also hear the cops on it. I bought it to help me run away.”

“Oh, okay Neat! Turn it on, so you can alert me.”

“Will do.”

“Now when you alert me and I suddenly go offline, don’t be offended. It’s because I’ll unplug the computer. I’m just trying to not be caught by my step-dad.”

“I understand. Hey, do you think I could read some of your short stories and poetry?”

“Sure. It’s on my Expage site. I’ll send the link.”

“Awesome. I’ll read when you sign off.”

“I hope you enjoy them.”

“What’s your step dad’s job.”

“He does something on oil rigs, but he’s away for two weeks then home for a whole week.”

“And unfortunately he’s home now, right?”

“Yes. You can say that again.”

“Well I have my radio scanner on and I will let you know if anything is coming.”

“Thank you for looking out for me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“I’m blushing again.”

“So am I!”

Suddenly Jakob’s scanner began talking. It was a combination of the dispatcher and engineer, “BNSF DS 209 to BNSF 7022 West.” “BNSF 7022 West, go ahead.” “What is your head end location?” “Milepost 50.” “Okay roll up West Siding Switch Berwick when you can.” “Will do.” “Thank you very much, DS 209 out.”

Jakob became highly distressed.

Quickly he typed a message to Klara, “Please be careful there is a train that will be in Schriever in a little over five minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll get off and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Thanks for the heads-up, you’re very sweet.”

“It’s the least I can do. I would love to do more for you!”

“Thanks. I’ll go lay in my bed and pretend to sleep, but I’ll be thinking of you. What are you going to do?”

“Read your work.”

“Awesome!”

“Now you go make yourself safe.”

“Okay.”

Klara then went offline. Jakob looked at her Expage site and began to read her stories. He was highly focused on them. Everything around him seemed to disappear as he read. He discovered that she wanted someone to love her and take her away from all her trouble and now wanted deeply to be that person. Jakob realized that the only thing that kept him from running away just yet, was the fact that he always wanted someone to run away with him. He knew Klara was that someone. Meanwhile, Klara got into bed and pretended to sleep just as she heard the train approaching the town. She covered her whole body from head to toe and listened for if her step-dad would wake up. The rumbling and the whistle got louder and louder.

Like clockwork, her step-dad woke up and began ranting and raving.

He was walking through the house and suddenly started shouting, “Why is the computer unplugged?”

Klara heard his footsteps approaching her bedroom. They were getting louder and louder. Soon he was banging on her door, “Klara, you were on the computer weren’t you? You were talking to a boy. I am going to beat your butt!”
Klara pretended to sleep until he kicked the door down.

Her mom was woken up by the loud noise. “What’s going on?” She asked in distress.

“Klara is talking to boys on the computer.”

“How? She is sleeping in bed.”

“Then why is the computer unplugged.”

“Honey you need a Xanax. Now take one.”

“I’m going to beat Klara’s butt first.”

“Please don’t.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He stormed into the room with a belt, pulled the covers off of her bed. Klara was shaking and awake in her bed. “I know you were talking to boys online and you’re getting a beating for it.”

He struck her five times as she let out cries and shrieks. She couldn’t take it anymore. The thoughts of Jakob somehow taking her with him on his adventure had become very real to her.

Klara’s mom intervened “If you don’t take a Xanax and go to bed, I’m going to call the cops.”

“I got connections, you don’t scare me. I’ll just say I was disciplining her for trying to meet a boy online.”

“I’ll divorce you then and I’ll take your house if you try that.”

“You *word I should not use*. You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would unless you take a Xanax and go to bed right now. I’m going to need one as well because of the stress you put me through.”

Klara secretly watched as they both went to the kitchen and popped the pills.

Soon they had crashed and Klara got back on the computer.

“I’m so scared,” She typed to Jakob.

“What happened?”

“My step-dad beat me because he suspects I’m talking to a boy online.”

“God how I wish I could protect you!”

“Maybe you could.”

“How? Name it!”

“You can take me with you when you decide to run away.”

“You would really want to come with me?”

“Of course!”

“I have a confession to make, Klara. When I read your stories and poems, I greatly desired to be the one to take you away from all of this. I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“Well, then all the more reason, take me with you!”

“When do you want to leave?”

“How about tonight?”

“Okay, I guess. Can you meet me at the Jubilee Food Store on the corner of Main Project Road and Highway 20?”

“Yes, my house is only a few feet from there.”

“Awesome, pack whatever you can and meet me there. Just sit down and wait for me in a dining booth! I have some food, drink, and supplies.”

“I guess the next time we talk will be in person.”

“Yes. I cannot wait!”

Both logged off of their family computers. Klara packed her clothes and flash drives into her backpack, then headed out.

Jakob grabbed his duffel bag with all of his supplies and headed out. Both were filled with anticipation and excitement as they headed to the Jubilee. Klara soon arrived and sat down in the booth. The cashier was fast asleep.

She looked out the window waiting for Jakob to come walking through.

Finally, she saw a teenage boy walk in with his duffel bag.

She smiled at him and said, “Jakob?”

“Yes, Klara, it’s me,” He replied blushing.

They embraced and then stood there in awkward silence.

Jakob then said, “My God, Klara you are so beautiful!”

“Thanks. You know you’re quite handsome, yourself!”

Both hugged again, blushing.

Klara whispered in Jakob’s ear, “Why don’t we get out of here before we get caught.”

“Good idea.”

So they exited the building and began walking East on Highway 20.

As they were walking, Jakob said, “I figure we can stay under the Schriever Overpass and wait for the next freight train that parks on the siding. I wouldn’t dare try to hop on a moving train and I sure as hell wouldn’t make you do it either.”

Klara kissed him on the cheek and smiled. After a few minutes of walking slightly awkwardly, they made it to the Schriever Overpass and hid underneath it. It was getting cold, so they snuggled next to each other.

“I’m glad we found each other,” Jakob said.

“So am I,” Klara replied.

Powerful hormones began to overtake their minds and bodies and they began to kiss and pet each other with great passion.

Suddenly Jakob’s scanner began talking again, “BNSF DS 209 to the UP 4739 West, over…”

Jakob and Klara couldn’t hear the response as the train was too distant.

Then, the dispatcher came back on. “Track Warrant, when you’re ready, over…”

Jakob told Klara, “This might be the train we get on, depending on if it stops in Schriever or not.”

There was another silence as the train was too far away for the scanner to pick up the train crew side of the conversation.

The dispatcher came back on, “Track Warrant Number 827-1, eight twenty-seven dash oh in ee. Addressed to the UP, Union Pacific 4739 four seven three nine West, double you ee ess tee. X in box 2 tee double you oh proceed from West double you ee ess tee Siding Switch Raceland, to the West double you ee ess tee Siding Switch Schriever on the main, em ay eye in track. X in box 3, tee H are double E, clear as last named point. This warrant has two boxes marked, 2 and 3, over…”

The conductor repeated the warrant, but they couldn’t hear.

The dispatcher, then said “Track Warrant Number 827-1, addressed to the UP 4739 is in effect at Midnight Twelve, Zero Zero One Two. Dispatcher MWU.”

There was a silence, then the dispatcher said, “Let me know when you get to Schriever.”

Then a silence.

“Thank you, DS 209 out.”

Jakob told Klara, “This train will indeed stop in Schriever. Thus our new life together begins. Our train will be here in less than a half-hour. Are you sure you want to come with me on this adventure?”

“As sure as I’ll ever be,” Klara replied with a kiss.

“I’ll try my best to take care of you with the little that I have.”

“I know you will!” Klara said as she held his hands.

They sat together under the Schriever overpass and waited for the train.

The scanner talked again, “Union Pacific 4739 coming to the East Siding Switch Schriever.”

The saw the headlights and ditch lights of the locomotive.

Soon afterward, they could see the stature of the conductor as he threw the switch. The train then entered the siding track. When it came to a stop and Jakob saw the conductor get back into the locomotive he searched with his flashlight for a decent freight car. Finally, he saw an old boxcar. He cut the lock on it and discovered that it was empty.

“This is our chance!” Jakob exclaimed.

“Let’s go!” Klara replied with puppy dog eyes.

So Jakob helped Klara into the boxcar then entered and closed the door behind them.

Thus they began their new life together and soon became two young lovers on the run…

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My First Story: A Teen Couple Killed in a School Shooting-Written April 10, 2003

This is a remake of the very first love story I wrote (which was back in April of 2003.) It is about two teens in love, who die together [in a school shooting.] Like the rest of the stories I wrote during that time, the grammar is a total nightmare and the word choice is poor. However, the raw emotions have spoken and continue to speak louder than those picky little errors. But while I was able to get away with bad grammar and poor word choice as a teen (at least with my teen peers), all of my peers are adult twenty and mostly thirty-somethings, and I want to be taken more seriously. Like the rest of the stories I have revived from those days, I will be attempting to use better grammar, but also more details than before. This story is what started it all (aside from dreams and medication or lack thereof which had fueled the creativity in the months prior to April 2003.) Not to brag or blow my own horn, but a day or two after I wrote this, there was indeed a school shooting in my own state (Louisiana.) In fact, there might have been even another one also in my state. I remember a couple of classmates realizing this with a little shock and even some laughter. I only wonder what could have happened if more people would have realized this. The reason why more people didn’t is that the web page this was posted on had no proof of my identity. I wanted to remain anonymous at the time not only for fear of ridicule from cruel peers but also academic and legal implications that could potentially arise…

Disclaimer:
As it is indicated in this story, I do not condone school shootings. I really don’t condone violence at all with the exception of using it as a means to prevent harm to life or property. Back then I believed it to be a beautiful thing for two lovers to die in each others’ arms (I still believe that to a degree.) However, young people shouldn’t have to die, especially like this. I was simply trying to provoke the emotions of others, even back then. While I cannot remain 100% true to the original writing, there will be some elements that were in the original for old times’ sake. Please forgive me if it sounds wrong.

Here we go:

Kris Sawyer was a timid sixteen-year-old boy who pretty much kept to himself. The reason was that he was at this sub-par school and didn’t get along with the rest of the students.

Erin Lang was a very sweet and caring seventeen-year-old girl who was kind-hearted to just about everyone she ever talked to. There were, however, some people she avoided.

One day Kris was walking out of the bathroom and he bumped Terrence Albert, the school bully.

Terrence shouted at him “Watch where you’re going you stupid *language I choose not to use in my writing anymore*.”

Kris bravely replied with “Leave me alone, you good for nothing *more language I choose not to use in my writing anymore*.”

Terrence then struck Kris in the head, sending him to the ground, then stepped on his *another word for male parts*.

Kris came to and saw Erin rushing up to him, as she asked, “Are you all right?”

He replied, “I think I’ll be.”

Erin helped Kris up and asked him, “What’s your name?”

He told her, “Kris Sawyer…And yours is?”

She answered him, “Erin Lang.”

They talked for a little while, then she asked him, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Kris replied, “No, do you have a boyfriend?”

And Erin answered, “No, but you seem like a really nice guy, plus I think you’re very cute.”

Kris replied with “Wow, I think you are the sweetest person on God’s green earth and think you are so beautiful. Could we be a couple?”

Erin replied “Oh, cool! I would love to.”

She then wrapped her arms around Kris and kissed him.

They stood up together looking into each others’ eyes with passion and their lips met.

Moments later, Terrence Albert walked up and struck Erin on her *backside.*

With anger, Kris shouted to Terrence “What is wrong with you, you filthy *still more language I choose not to use in my writing anymore*? Don’t you ever touch her again!”

Terrence said to Kris with evil laughter “What are you going to do about it weakling?” Then hit him in the head again, this time with his gym bag.

Kris fell to the ground. In grief, Erin hugged him and rubbed his face gently, and said, “Are you all right?   Please, Kris, speak to me!”

“I’m really dizzy and everything is a blur. Get me help.” Kris replied.

Erin began sobbing.

Terrence returned to the scene.

Erin shouted with anger Look what you did to my boyfriend, you trashy *even more foul language that I choose not to use in my writing anymore*.”

Arrogantly, Terrence replied “That boy is a little weakling. And you don’t tell me what to do or I’ll smack you.”

Erin, though, slapped Terrence across the face, to which he punched her in the head knocking her out, then ran off.

Somehow though Kris woke up and saw Erin hurt. He helped her up. As they were standing there, Terrence came once again with several gang members.

One of them shouted “Y’all been messing with my boy Terrence. Y’all are going to pay for it.”

Though in total distress, Kris and Erin held each other tightly.

Several gang members pulled out guns and began to fire, massacring the young couple.

As Kris and Erin both lie there, dead on the floor they both had smiles on their faces. They may have been killed but their love goes on.

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Island Couple (Originally Written in the Summer of 2003)

 

DISCLAIMER:
There is much politically charged content in this story. Most of it takes an anti-authoritarian and anti-oppression viewpoint. Because I am writing content charged against mostly communism and a little bit of fascism, I don’t think many would be offended. However, I still realize the potential that someone out there someone would indeed be offended because of the diverse viewpoints both foreign and domestic. I know that The USA seems to be painted in a negative and ugly portrait. I am NOT attempting to subvert the modern USA or any USA of the past. However, I am, in a way, warning of what could become of the great USA if the wrong people get into power. I will NOT say exactly whom I believe the wrong people are. Instead, I want the reader to do extensive research if he or she wishes and draw his or her own conclusions. Let me reiterate again: I am NOT knocking the current USA in any way shape or form, but I am worried what could happen to the USA if the wrong people get into power. Be very wise and careful about whom you elect and therefore put into power.

Without any further ado, here is the story:

Gage Blackburn was a thirty-four-year-old American dissenter, turned defector. In actuality, he was about to face serious charges, as the Constitution was revoked. But fellow defectors and refugees had rescued him and they traveled to the formerly uncharted, but now sovereign state of Archangel Island. This was some five years ago. By trade, Gage was an online blogger and technology consultant. As the former American freedoms were fading, he wrote an essay that advocated for the people to spy on their government since the government spies on the people. This is the piece of online work which landed him in trouble. What kept him so elusive is that he was one of the few citizens who actually knew how to spy on his government’s less than ethical operations. His goal was to teach these techniques to others until he truly feared for his own life. Despite being a person who strived for ethics in government and other noble ideas, Gage had a love life of near zero. There was a reason behind this though and it was that he had been close friends with a girl during his childhood, but then lost all contact with her. This girl, now a thirty-five or thirty-six-year-old woman, was named Traci Wulf. Though Gage was extremely skilled with computer and surveillance technology, he had never been able to locate her. This was the only, but major aspect of leaving America that hurt him so terribly-he would never find her or at least until now…

After Gage made it out of America, he began to prosper on the newly created Archangel Island. After several of the Island’s defense personnel discovered his skills, they had him establish an intelligence service for the newly formed state and keep tabs on the shady activities of the new authoritarian America. This was much easier to do now because America’s political and military influence had dwindled down. The economy of America had failed long enough and with it went the security. The people and government decided to desperately trade liberty for security wound up with neither, just as one of the founding fathers had predicted would happen. In an ironic way Gage took advantage of this fact and in his free time, he would secretly hack into American databases and search for Traci. There was one evening when he found her. He learned that she was a formerly real estate agent working and living in northern Utah until the government seized all of the properties and assets and re-distributed them. Now she was working as a laborer at a munitions factory near the Port of Seattle. He was able to locate her phone number and also find out her off hours.

Upon the first opportunity, he placed a secure and encrypted call to her cell phone and contacted her,

“Hello?” She answered in a sleepy voice.

“May I please speak with Traci Wulf?”

“This is she.”

“Traci, it’s me, Gage Blackburn. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for years, decades, actually. If only you knew how I’ve missed you.”

“Oh my God, Gage is that really you?”

“None other.”

“It’s wonderful to hear your voice again.”

“Traci, I have a confession to make: I’ve always wanted you. I know we were just young children the last time I saw you, but the feelings were still there. I’ve been waiting, searching and praying to find you again and, now I finally have.”

“You’re so sweet. You always were. I can’t believe you would have waited that long for me.”

“No one else was worth it. No one even came close.”

“I wish we could meet up again; where are you now?”

“I’m out of the country. I had to defect.”

“Why is that?”

“I can’t be specific about it because the government will be on to me. But know that it was for everyone’s good.”

“You always were desiring for things to be good.”

“So how do you feel about me finding you?”

“I’m very touched.”

“Do you have anyone in your life?”

“No, I am single. However, the factory bosses physically and sexually assault me every time I mess up on my job, which I’m no good at. I mean I previously sold real estate, now I help make bullets and bombs and I hate it.”

“I have a means to get you away from all of that, but would you even want me?”

“I definitely would, but how can I get out.”

“Believe me, I know people who can rescue you safely. And since you probably don’t trust men right now, I know some very decent women who bring you here.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“And if you stay with me, you could get any job you’re good at, but you really wouldn’t need any job at all since I make plenty enough working for the intelligence service.”

“You’re so sweet.”

“I blush when you tell me that.”

“Are you going to blush when I see you again and kiss you.”

“Yes, I’ll blush and then I’ll kiss you in return.”

“How soon can I leave.”

“I can dispatch a team of female stealth helicopter pilots to extract you in twelve hours, they’ll arrive at Seattle in another six hours. To verify that they are the correct crew and not an American hoax, ask to be patched through to me. I have the ability to talk with all Archangel Island defense and government personnel at the touch of a few screens.”

“So you want me to be ready in eighteen hours?”

“Yes. So say goodbye to your old miserable life and hello to a bright new life with me.”

“Thank you, Gage. I love you so much!”

“I love you too! Now please shut off your phone and just report to your job. Tell no one of what we talked about. When I know the crew has arrived I’ll hack the factory’s alarm system causing an evacuation. Please walk to the docks as soon as the factory begins evacuations.”

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

Traci shut off her phone and went back to sleep. Meanwhile, Gage went to a jewelry dealer on the island. He purchased an engagement ring, then hurried back to the intelligence building and began dispatching the all-female helicopter crew. He needed two stealth pilots, a rescue agent and an officer to direct them. They soon arrived and he briefed them.

“First of all, I want to greatly thank all of you wonderful ladies for assisting me on this delicate and personal mission. There is a woman stuck in America with whom I have been in love with for a very long time. I was close friends with her as a little boy and even had feelings for her back then. However I had unfortunately lost all contact with her, but then, at last, I found her, by hacking American government databases. She is living in Seattle and working at a munitions factory. The bosses at this factory physically and sexually abuse her. This is why I’ve chosen an all female crew, so I know that she could trust all of you. I’ve been in love with her all my life. Do you accept this mission?”

The four ladies nodded eagerly.

Gage then continued “I greatly appreciate it. Please keep in touch with me during the length of your trip. When your aircraft is close enough to the city I will hack the factory’s alarm system and cause it to be evacuated. She will be standing on the docks of the port after she exits the factory. I would like you ladies to pick her up and take her here to Archangel Island where I plan to propose to her. When you locate her, she will ask to be patched through to me, just set your headset to the right secure frequency and tell her to speak into it.”

The four young ladies on the crew had tears in their eyes as they were moved by Gage’s love for Traci. They prepared their equipment and secured a stealth helicopter. Soon afterward, they took off and were flying over the Pacific Ocean. Gage was keeping in touch with the crew throughout the whole flight. It was a truly tense six-hour flight as they encountered storms and other aircraft but still managed to get through unscathed and undetected.

Gage saw the Space Needle on his screen from the helicopter camera and then heard the pilot call in, “Got a visual on the city, ETA about five minutes.”

“Copy that. Please be careful ladies and remember your picking up precious cargo.”

“Roger that, Gage!”

Gage then hacked the alarm system causing mass evacuation of the plant.

The officer called up Gage “Plant is being evacuated.”

“Please try to get a visual on Traci Wulf.” He replied

She looked at the ID picture of Traci on the screen and used face recognition to locate her in the crowd. They scanned the docks, trying to get a match, then finally got a visual on her.

As soon as Traci was standing on the docks, the stealth helicopter hovered over her and the rescue agent came down in a harness.

She said, “Traci Wulf, please come with me. I’m with the Archangel Island Defense Forces.”

Traci replied, “Patch me through to Gage Blackburn.”

“Sure thing.” The rescue agent then handed her speaker/microphone to her.

“Traci, it’s me, Gage. Please follow the instructions of these wonderful ladies. Then when you get to Archangel Island, I have many surprises for you.”

“Okay, Gage. I trust you.”

The rescue agent then strapped her harnessing equipment around Traci and they were pulled up into the helicopter by the officer. As soon as they were in, they flew at top speed back to an aircraft carrier of the Archangel Island naval fleet. The helicopter was fueled and then the crew took Traci to Archangel Island.

When they arrived safely, Traci was escorted to Gage’s dwelling.

He beheld her and said “My God, Traci you are even more beautiful than your picture or I ever imagined.”

She hugged him and said, “And you’re just as cute as I remember you.”

They began to kiss and then Gage said “Why don’t we get some dinner then we can rest a while. You must be exhausted from your trip.”

Traci nodded in agreement.

After they had eaten and were laying on the bed, Gage’s smartphone went off.

It was a call from the Island Defense Commander.

Gage told Traci “Sorry I have to take this call.”

Traci said, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Hey, what’s up?” Gage answered.

“I need you to man communications on one of our naval crew relief boats.”

“Just say when.”

“Tomorrow evening.”

“Yes sir, just let me spend a little time with someone whom I love very much.”

“I understand Gage. You do plenty for us.”

He saw Traci was lightly sleeping in the bed just as moon-rise had begun. He knew now that it was time to propose to her.

Gently he woke her up and told her, “Come with me on the beach, I want to give you something.”

Traci rubbed her eyes with a sleepy smile then followed him out of the dwelling.

They walked on the white sands watching the tide come and go in the bright full moonlight.

Suddenly, Gage got on one knee pulled out the ring and said “I’ve spent most of my life searching for you after we lost contact as children and now, at last, I have found you. I don’t want to ever lose you again and I want us to have a life together. So please, Traci Wulf, marry me!”

Tears filled Traci’s eyes as she shook with giddiness. She nodded heavily and said “Yes, yes, of course, I will marry you. I had feelings for you when we were children and they multiplied. They became even stronger when you showed me how you wouldn’t give up on me and even had me rescued. I’m so happy to live a life with you!”

Gage and Traci embraced and fell onto the sands.

Traci said with passion, “I would make love to you now if I could.”

“I’d want to so badly but would rather us wait until we’re married.”

“You’re right. That’s the honorable thing to do.”

“But I will snuggle you all night long!”

“Then let’s go.”

As they were lying in bed, Gage remembered to himself that he would be gone for a few days and became filled with a slight distress.

Traci noticed and asked, “What’s the matter, Gage?”

“I just remembered that I have to help man a naval relief boat in twenty-four hours and I’ll be gone for a few days.”

He then got up and opened his bedside bureau and pulled out an unused smartphone, “Here, this is for you. You can keep in touch with me securely on this. I’ll call whenever I’m not on duty.”

Gage then activated the phone and handed it to her. After testing it out, they charged both of their phones went to sleep.

They spent the next day together, enjoying idle time with all the luxuries of the island resorts.

Then came late afternoon.

The captain approached Gage and said “Our sailor’s need a relief crew earlier than expected.”

“All right, but I wish I could spend more time with Traci.”

“I fully understand, but unfortunately this is the only way Archangel Island can maintain its sovereign status. Would you like the American government to come in and arrest both you and your girlfriend?”

“No sir.”

“Then get yourself ready post haste.”

Gage and Traci went to their dwelling and Gage began packing his supplies.

“I’ll miss you terribly,” Traci said with tears in her eyes.

“I’ll be constantly thinking of you,” Gage replied hugging and kissing her.

“I hate goodbyes.”

“As soon as I’m back, we will get married. Go buy yourself a dress!”

“Oh, I love you, Gage!”

“And I love you too Traci!”

Gage’s phone went off with a text from the captain, “Come on already!”

“I’ll keep in touch with you as much as I can. I’ll let you know when we’re heading back. Look for the boat from up in the lighthouse. It will be identified on the RADAR screen.”

“Will do Gage. Now you be careful!”

“I love you, Traci!”

“And I love you, Gage!”

They kissed once more…

Gage walked to the docks where the boat was waiting for him. He sat in his assigned seat in the intelligence room. He kept a listen for radio chatter from enemy ships and a watch for enemy RADAR. At the same time, Gage kept in contact with the support aircraft. He worked until 02:00 hours when his shift was relieved. Gage went out onto the deck of the boat and stared at the moonlight upon the water. He thought of how he proposed to Traci on the beach under the light of the moon the previous night.

He wanted her so badly and now that he was off, he decided to call her over the secure phone.

So she picked up the phone in a cute sleepy voice “Hello, Gage?”

“It’s me.”

“Where are you right now?”

“I cannot say, but I just saw the moonlight upon the ocean and thought of you because I proposed to you in the moonlight.”

“That’s sweet; I love you desperately, Gage!”

“And I love you, just as desperately, Traci!”

Both flirted sweetly and affectionately into the night until they mutually decided to get some sleep.

Gage went to his sleeping quarter and began to dream of Traci.

Likewise, Traci went back to sleep in the dwelling and dreamed many dreams of Gage.

That evening Gage went on duty and performed his duties, extra cautiously. At last, they reached the naval ship and dropped off the relief crew. Then they took the retiring crew back to Archangel Island. Gage kept watching over all his instruments until it was time to go off duty. He stood out on the deck of the ship and looked again for the moon. However, the night was cloudy. He tried calling Traci, but couldn’t get a signal. Gage wondered how ancient mariners were able to successfully navigate by stars on nights like these.

Meanwhile, Traci was up wondering why Gage hadn’t called. She began to worry about him. In order to take the anxious thoughts out of her mind, she began to read on the smartphone Gage gave her. She came across Gage’s blogs and manuals that taught the American people how to spy on the shady operations of their government. Continuously referring to Gage’s written manuscripts, Traci managed use Gage’s desktop computer and learned how the American government was angry at the female helicopter crew for helping her defect. They were planning attacks on the naval and air fleets of Archangel Island. She tried contacting Gage, but couldn’t reach him. She thought to go to the lighthouse where she knew there was more sophisticated equipment there. She listened to the chatter hoping to hear Gage but heard nothing.

That morning, Gage was still awake trying to contact Traci. They were sailing past some small islands and the sky was red. Further, into the day, it was getting dark and stormy. Gage looked in the direction of East where the boat would be heading and saw white egrets flying from the islands. He remembered the saying “When egrets take flight, foul weather in sight.” They began to encounter a storm. The crew tried to safely control the boat but couldn’t hold it together and soon they were marooned on the uncharted islands. The retiring naval crew kept guard over all the other personnel. Gage was able to salvage the communications equipment and brought it to the island. After the storm had passed he attempted to make contact, but soon fell asleep on the sands. He began to dream the dream entailed Gage listening to a shell and hearing Traci’s voice.

She spoke to him through the shell “The Americans are planning to attack the Archangel Island naval forces, but don’t worry about them; I will protect you.” He immediately woke up and went back in the boat to man the communications and RADAR jamming equipment, but saw that it was already activated remotely.

He tried activating the communications radio but learned that the female rescue crew and a fleet of aircraft were on their way. He realized that someone was able to use his computer and find out the location of the stranded boat. But who could have done such a thing? There was no one on Archangel Island who had his skills or clearance.

He called them in and the officer said: “We have your location and we’re coming to get you and the crew.”

Two hours passed, but then the stranded crew saw the helicopters coming. They began picking up the boat personnel and naval crew into baskets, then set all of the remaining stranded equipment to self-destruct.

As Gage sat in the copter, the female officer said, “There is someone who wants to patch through to you…”

Gage listened to the speaker and realized it was Traci’s voice “Gage. I found out that the Americans were trying to attack.”

“How were you able to do that?”

“Last night, I never received a call from you. I was terribly worried, so I decided to read to take my mind off of it. All I could find to read were your manuscripts and then logged onto your computer and then the computer in the lighthouse. I used the equipment to stop the Americans’ coordination efforts.”

“Oh, my God Traci, you have no idea how thankful I am. Because of you, we’re all safe. I owe my life to you.”

“Well, I’m just glad you wrote those manuals. I would love to see the looks on all those American faces now.”

“How could I repay you.”

“As soon as we are married, take me on an exquisite honeymoon and make love to me.”

The female officer looked at Gage, smiled and said, “You better do it!”

“I sure will, Traci! And I will give you much more than that!”

The helicopter fleet was almost back to Archangel Island. Gage could see Traci standing on the island awaiting their arrival.

After they landed, Traci ran up to Gage with open arms. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him.

The very next day they were wed in a beautiful ceremony. Gage was dressed in his Defense Intelligence uniform and Traci was wearing a white dress. The ceremony was carried out by Archangel Island’s Administrator General himself. After the wedding, they spent an entire month at the island resort being completely intimate and making such passionate love…Both were finally safe and happy and both got exactly what they wanted…

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