Christmas Eve Scenes from my Stories

Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, even prior to coming to Christ in July of 2004.

Yes, I do uphold and affirm that the primary reason for Christmas is to celebrate Jesus Christ coming into this world in order to purchase the gift of eternal salvation to all who surrender to Him.

May we never forget that!

On the secular side of the holiday, I also associate it with, romance and spending time with those who are near and dear to us, be it a spouse, a lover, family or friends.

Furthermore I see it as a time to be kind to everyone we come across.

On this page, I plan to share scenes from my stories that happen to take place on Christmas Eve. Many of them are from the stories I wrote when influenced by Post Modernism.

I know that 2020, has been a miserable year for all of humanity and my prayer is that all that which was robbed from us will be restored and replaced in 2021!

I hope that these scenes will bring some cheer to you, the reader.

If I had to choose a physical location for these following scenes, they would all take place in The Greater New Orleans Area.

Without further ado, here they are:

…Grocer and Writer, Christmas Eve Scenes (I sincerely apologize for the mention of premarital sex)…:
*BY THE WAY THIS SCENE WAS WRITTEN IN THE SUMMER OF 2014*
*JUST FOR THE RECORD GARTH COOPER IS 22 GOING ON 23 AND SAMANTHA ABBOTT IS 17 GOING ON 18*
GUY’S PERSPECTIVE
It’s Christmas Eve and my grocery work is finally done for the night.

So, with that, I clock out, text my girlfriend, and head to her parents’ house. The traffic is congested terribly tonight but, I finally make it to the suburbs. As soon as I pull up in the driveway she comes walking out the door. We embrace, then kiss beneath the glow of a street lamp.

“Let’s go to your place,” She tells me, placing her soft hands under my shirt and rubbing the hairs on my chest.

“Very well, baby,” I reply.

We walk to my car and I open the passenger door for her.

She steps in.

Then I sit down in the driver’s seat and start my engine. Quickly we leave and then head for my house in the working poor section of the city.

I drive through all of the traffic but finally make it to my neighborhood, then my street. I park my car against the curb, then escort her out.

I open my hurricane fence, then we walk through my front yard, up my steps and into my front door. I lock and deabbolt the door as she sits down on the sofa. I go to my refrigerator and get us each a pint bottle of Borden Egg Nog. I open one, then hand the other to her.

“I’m already so fat. I probably shouldn’t drink this,” She tells me with hesitation.

“I think you are beautiful just as you are, baby, but I’d love you and revere you no matter how thin or heavy you are.”

“I know I found someone good, because you want me even though I’m so big. I love you so much for that!”

“I love you just as much, I think you are beautiful and I’m so glad to have you in my life!”

She then embraces me and we begin to drink our egg nog.

I turn on the television and adjust the rabbit ears. We catch the late local news, already in progress.

An indifferent reporter tells of several unrelated murders that took place in the city over the past twenty four hours.

“What a waste! I don’t see why people desire to take each others’ lives,” I say, disgusted.

The reporter continues to talk of the whole world preparing for war and that global conflict could break out at any time.

We both shudder.

“Why don’t we turn this miserable thing off and focus on each other?” My girlfriend says.

“Very well, baby,” I tell her, point the remote at the TV and push the “Power” button, then ask “What would you like to do?”

“Well there is one thing I would love to do, but I think it’s illegal.”

“What is that?” I ask.

“Be intimate with you.”

I hold her hands and say, “Yes. I want to be intimate with you as well, I really do. I love you with all my heart and would do anything for you. I’m just afraid of how your parents would react.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone. It would kill me to know that I’d be the reason you go to jail, so I’ll keep it between you and me.”

“Your parents could still figure it out, though. Especially when they find out how much time we spend together alone.”

“I know, but I don’t think my dad would be that angry, even if he found out. Once he sees how you treat me like a princess, he’ll want me to keep you. He hates seeing me constantly rejected and lonely all the time.”

“I wish I could completely believe that. Maybe I’m just being a little paranoid, but the last thing I need is a criminal record.”

“But just thinking of how you love me for who I am, when I was turned down and mocked by so many others, makes me desire you so badly right now, though.”

“I promise, as soon as you turn eighteen, I will make love to you.”

“But that’s not for another six weeks. A lot could happen between now and then. You could be drafted off to war. Our city could be bombed. One of us could be murdered We are not guaranteed tomorrow, so let’s make tonight worth it. Be mine and seal our relationship forever.”

“You’re right. Being drafted scares me to death. I’m a lover, not a fighter. But I’m not really a lover either though.”

“”Wow, you’re a twenty two year old virgin? I can’t believe you’ve never been with anyone else, because you’re so cute!”

“That’s right. No one ever put up with me like you do, and none of them were ever worth it either.”

“Am I worth it?”

“You are indeed worth it and more.”

“Then will you be intimate with me?”

“Yes. You made me realize that I need to love you as much as possible, because there is no guarantee of the time we have left together. We will share the experience of fully knowing each other and only each other and no one will be able to take that from us, no matter what they do. No war, no criminal, no distance, no government nor anyone or anything else will be able to take what we have away from us. I will be your one and only, both now and forever, no matter what!”

“Oh, I love you so much!” She says kissing me wildly.

“I love you too, baby. I hope to give you nothing but bliss tonight.”

“You already are!”

With that we walk to my bedroom and become fully know to each other. After multiple releases we cuddle into the night and fall asleep in each others’ arms.

In the morning we wake and I make her breakfast.
GIRL’S PERSPECTIVE
It’s Christmas Eve and I just got a text from my boyfriend. He just got off of work and is coming see me-I feel so elated!

The minutes crawl by, but as I am looking through the dining room window, I see the headlights of his old Toyota pulling onto my parents’ driveway.

So happy to see him, I come walking out the door and we embrace under the glow of a streetlamp.

I place my hands under his shirt and rub his chest as I tell him, “Let’s go to your place.”

“Very well, baby,” He replies.

We walk to his car and he opens the passenger door for me. He’s so sweet to do that.

I step in and he enters on the driver’s side and starts the car.

Quickly we leave and head to his house.

The traffic is awful tonight, but finally, we are in his neighborhood and now on his street.

He parks the car against the curb, gets out then opens the door for me and escorts me inside.

I sit on the sofa and he goes to his refrigerator and gets us each a pint bottle of Borden Egg Nog. He opens one and hands me the other.

“I’m already so fat. I probably shouldn’t drink this,” I tell him with hesitation.

“I think you are beautiful just as you are, baby, but I’d love you and revere you no matter how thin or heavy you are.” My heart melts when he tells me that. I want him forever because he feels that way.

So I tell him, “I know I found someone good because you want me even though I’m so big. I love you so much for that!”

“I love you just as much, I think you are beautiful and I’m so glad to have you in my life!”

I then embrace him and we begin to drink our egg nog.

My boyfriend puts the TV on and we watch the news.

The reporter talks about several murders that took place today in our city.

“What a waste! I don’t see why people desire to take each others’ lives,” My boyfriend says with disgust.

The reporter then tells of the whole world about to be at war.

We both shudder.

“Why don’t we turn this miserable thing off and focus on each other?” I tell him.

“Very well, baby,” He tells me, turns the TV off, then asks “What would you like to do?”

I guess it’s time to be truly honest with him about what I want to do.

Here goes: “Well there is one thing I would love to do, but I think it’s illegal.”

“What is that?” He asks.

“Be intimate with you.” There I said it. I could not picture anyone better to lose my virginity to because he is so sweet to me.

He gently holds my hands and says, “Yes. I want to be intimate with you as well, I really do. I love you with all my heart and would do anything for you. I’m just afraid of how your parents would react.” Oh my, he feels the same way! How I wish I was legal, now more than ever!

Softly and soberly, I tell him, “I promise I won’t tell anyone. It would kill me to know that I’d be the reason you go to jail, so I’ll keep it between you and me.”

He’s very leery now, just like when we met. “Your parents could still figure it out, though. Especially when they find out how much time we spend together alone,” He tells me.

Let me see if I can comfort him somehow because I want his body so much. “I know, but I don’t think my dad would be that angry, even if he found out. Once he sees how you treat me like a princess, he’ll want me to keep you. He hates seeing me constantly rejected and lonely all the time.”

“I wish I could completely believe that. Maybe I’m just being a little paranoid, but the last thing I need is a criminal record.”

I know these laws are to protect me, but they could not protect me from myself if I would have ended my life last Thanksgiving. I very well could have done just that if he rejected me. But he didn’t reject me, he loves me more than I ever dared dream. All these laws do is prevent him from loving me more.

I’ll tell him about that, just like this, “But just thinking of how you love me for who I am when I was turned down and mocked by so many others, makes me desire you so badly right now, though.”

“I promise, as soon as you turn eighteen, I will make love to you.”

“But that’s not for another six weeks. A lot could happen between now and then. You could be drafted off to war. Our city could be bombed. One of us could be murdered. We are not guaranteed tomorrow, so let’s make tonight worth it. Be mine and seal our relationship forever.”

He’s opening up now, “You’re right. Being drafted scares me to death. I’m a lover, not a fighter. But I’m not really a lover either though.”

“Wow, you’re a twenty-two-year-old virgin? I can’t believe you’ve never been with anyone else because you’re so cute!” To tell the truth, I want him that much more now!

“That’s right. No one ever put up with me like you do, and none of them were ever worth it either.”

“Am I worth it?”

“You are indeed worth it and more.”

“Then will you be intimate with me?”

“Yes. You made me realize that I need to love you as much as possible because there is no guarantee of the time we have left together. We will share the experience of fully knowing each other and only each other and no one will be able to take that from us, no matter what they do. No war, no criminal, no distance, no government nor anyone or anything else will be able to take what we have away from us. I will be your one and only, both now and forever, no matter what!”

“Oh, I love you so much!” I tell him with passion as I kiss him over and over again.

“I love you too, baby. I hope to give you nothing but bliss tonight.”

“You already are!” I tell him with tears of joy in my eyes.

Hand in hand we walk to his bedroom and become intimately known to each other.

This moment is so special for both of us.

After we are both exhausted we peacefully fall asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning we wake and he makes me breakfast.

…I could picture Canon in D playing as these scenes unfold and if it were ever to be shown either as animation or live action, I would have them walk into the bedroom and shut the door behind them, then I would show the outside of the house at the bedroom window with the light going out and snow beginning to fall…

…KEEP READING…

…A Disabled Electrician turned Writer (again, I apologize for the mention of pre martial intimacy)…:
*I BEGAN THIS SERIES IN 2017, BUT THIS PARTICULAR SCENE WAS WRITTEN SOME TIME IN 2019*
*JUST FOR THE RECORD, ANNABELLE JENKINS IS 18 GOING ON 19 AND JOHNNY JOSEPH ELDER IS 25 GOING ON 26*
It’s Christmas Eve Morning and Annabelle and I are getting out of bed.

Today and tomorrow will be very busy, we will be visiting neighbors and family.

We are going to Mrs. Angela’s today then Annabelle’s family this evening.

Tomorrow we are taking a train to the countryside to see my family. Annabelle will be meeting them for the first time and I hope they accept her.

The alarm apps on our phones are bothing going off.

I’m wearing pants with no shirt and Annabelle is wearing her white night shirt and a red panty.

I give her a kiss.

She giggles then we rub noses.

I run my fingers through her long thick hair and she puts her glasses on.

We kiss once more.

“I have a gift for you, Annabelle,” I tell her.

“I have one for you as well Johnny,” She replies.

Should we exchange them right now?” I ask.

“There’s another gift I want from you first!” She tells me, then sits on my stomach and pulls her shirt over me, placing her breasts in my face.

I’m very turned on.

She places her bottom near my face and says, “Enjoy me!”

*EDITED OUT DUE TO SEXUALLY GRAPHIC NATURE*

“I love you so much, bae!” Annabelle says as she grabs me with all her strength.

“I love you too!” I reply as I catch my breath.

We cuddle into the morning until the alarms go off again.

“Now we can exchange our Christmas gifts.” Annabelle says as she beams.

We get our clothes back on then we each go to our sock drawers in the dresser and pull out the gifts.

I pull out a box with a ring in it. The jewels sparkle in the sunlight coming out of the window. I then say, “This is a promise ring. I promise to be yours and only yours. I want you and no one else! I hope you feel the same way.”

Annabelle smiles from ear to ear, grabs me then kisses me.

“You’re so sweet Johnny and by the way, it’s beautiful! For the record I also want only you and no one else!”

“I would want to buy you an engagement ring, because you have my heart, but I don’t want to scare you off.”

“It wouldn’t scare me, it would be a dream come true!” She pauses and then says, “Now your gift,” She hands me a wrapped box.

I tear the wrapping paper with my Helping Hand Multi Tool.

It’s a Samsung Galaxy Prime Smartphone.

Annabelle then says, “You could combine your smartphone plan and your wireless internet and save a few dollars each month. Plus you no longer have to be tied to your computer for Internet Access.

I hug Annabelle gently and kiss her head. I rub her love handles and look into her eyes as she smiles at me.

“Do you like it?” She asks.

“Of course I do,” I reply. But then continue, “But how could you afford it?”

“I had cleaned some houses a couple times and saved little by little. I hope you like it. Besides you’re almost twenty six and it’s time you get a smartphone.”

“You’re right bae. I didn’t want one in the past because I always wanted something rugged, but that was when I was working. I’m not working anymore.”

“And with your data plan you can use it as a portable router, so you can still connect your computer to the Internet.”

“Wow bae! I do like it a lot!”

“Once it is set up, we can take a selfie together and have it as our background photos.”

“And we can send sexy pictures to each other.”

“Now you’re getting it!”

I then hold Annabelle by her waist and lovingly kiss the back of her neck.

“I love you!” She says.

“I love you too, bae and I’m now wishing that I had got you an engagement ring instead of a promise ring, because I would marry you. However, you’re the only one I would marry.”

“I know bae.”

“How about I buy you an engagement ring as soon as my loan to pay my deductible is paid off.”

“That’s fine, bae. More importantly, give me your time, your loyalty and your affections.”

“You’ve got those forever.”

“I know that too, bae, and you’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been.”

“I’m hungry. What about you?”

“Yes, bae, that’s how you know our love making was wonderful!”

“Then why don’t I make us some French Toast?”

“That would be so good, I’ll help.”

We walk to the kitchen and I pull out my last few slices of Melinda’s store brand bread.

I beat some eggs, milk, sugar, vanilla and nutmeg in a bowl then I plunge and immerse the slices of bread in the mixture.

Then I place an iron skillet on my gas range and light it.

I place some butter in the skillet and it begins to melt.

After the butter is melted, I place the slices of bread on the skillet and slightly brown them.

Soon breakfast is ready.

I pour us each some Tropicana Orange Juice and place our French Toast on some plates.

Even though we are living in sin, we still say grace because we are still thankful to God for all the blessings He liberally gives us.

I watch Annabelle scarf down her food and I think she is so cute.

I’m also eating fast, because all the intimacy made me so hungry.

“I’ll do the dishes,” Annabelle says.

Just clean the skillet, we can do the rest when we get back after Christmas Day.

Annabelle then cleans the skillet, then we get dressed.

“What would you like to wear bae?” Annabelle asks me.

“Some black pants and my evergreen work shirt.”

Annabelle looks through my bottom pants drawer and gets my pants out.

I struggle to take my pants and underwear off. I get a sharp pain in my lower back.

She then gets a fresh pair of socks and underwear out of the top drawer and helps me put them on.

She then helps me get my pants on.

I put a white tee shirt on then my evergreen work shirt.

Annabelle then puts on a long green skirt and a white fleece shirt.

Then Annabelle helps me put my boots on and we grab the present and walk out the door.

It’s bright and sunny outside, but very cold.

We cut across my yard then through the gate of my hurricane fence then a over to Mrs. Angela’s house.

We walk up Mrs. Angela’s steps and then knock on her door.

She is wearing a red pants suit as she greets us, “Oh, it’s my favorite couple! Come on in. What brings y’all here?”

“We’re going to the country to see my family tomorrow, so we wanted to visit you for Christmas,” I say.

“And we are going see my family tonight,” Annabelle adds in.

“Y’all both seem unhappy about that,” Mrs. Angela says.

“Well, the fact that Annabelle is younger than my youngest sibling, my family might see me as a sicko.”

“And Oliver’s weird son Maurice will be visiting with my family.”

Mrs. Angela looks at me and says, “I don’t think your siblings will have any problems with you and Annabelle’s age difference once they see how much y’all love each other.”

She then looks at Annabelle and says, “What does Maurice do that makes him weird?”

“All he does is talk about video games and he cannot deal in reality. No one wants to hear about the video games. He’s twenty one but he acts twelve.”

“Don’t yall both like to write fiction?”

“Yes.” We reply in unison.

“Then why don’t you get down to his level and maybe you could teach him to write the story line to a whole new video game and then he would be a big success.”

“Well, that’s a good idea since he is the one who will be taking us to the rail passenger terminal,” Annabelle says.

“I look at Annabelle and say, “Maybe he could fix my computer when it is on the blink and in return I could teach him to write,” I add in.

“He custom builds high spec computers for his games, I’m sure he could. But then he would insult you, Johnny, for having an outdated computer,” Annabelle remarks.

“Does he work?”

“Yes. He’s a computer game salesman, but that’s all he talks about,”

“Well I hope there isn’t too much drama for y’all,” Mrs. Angela says, then continues, “Actually, I have some gifts for you, from me and Roger.”

“We have gifts for you and Roger as well,” Annabelle says.

I reach into the tote bag and give Mrs. Angela a Rock N Roll compilation CD album, then say, “See if this music brings back memories of when you and your husband were young.”

She puts the CD in her stereo system and the music begins to play.

“Yes it does bring back memories. Thank you Johnny!”

Annabelle then gives her a bottle of body wash.

She smells it and says, “Oh it’s Heavenly! Thank you Annabelle.”

Mrs. Angela then says, handing me a small wrapped box, “Now this is for you, Johnny from me and Roger.”

I open it and am now very happy. It is the Leatherman Style PS I’ve had my eyes on. I clip it to my belt loop and then say, “Roger must have seen me eying on this in the supply house. I bought him this Klein screwdriver set, because I saw him eying it in the supply house as well.”

Mrs. Angela then hands Annabelle a $40 Target gift card.

I look at Annabelle then say, “Bae you can buy some sexy clothes from there,”

“I think I will,” Annabelle says.

“Have some Christmas Punch with me,” Mrs. Angela says.

“Is it spiked?” Annabelle asks.

“Yes, but you need something to take the edge of your nerves off.”

“Okay, I’ll take some,” Annabelle giggles.

“I’ll take some too.” I add in.

“Not too much now,” Mrs. Angela says with a smirk.

We both drink a glass.

“Feeling better now?” Mrs. Angela asks.

Annabelle and I both nod.

We listen to the music and dance.

“Oh, if only my husband was here!” Mrs. Angela says, then continues, looking at us, “Be sure to always honor and cherish each other because y’all never know much time y’all will have together!” There is an awkward silence, then Mrs. Angela says, “There’s a Christmas movie being broadcast on television in a few minutes, why don’t y’all watch it with me?”

“Sure,” I say.

“We’d love to!” Annabelle says.

“It’s on CBS, set of my television for it, Johnny,” Mrs. Angela says.

I turn her televison on, tune it to the local CBS affiliate and then adjust the antennas as we sit and watch.

Mrs. Angela sits in her recliner and Annabelle and I sit on the sofa where we first met.

After the movie concludes, I look at my watch and Annabelle then says, “We need to get to my mom and Oliver’s apartment. Pray that thers is no drama, Mrs. Angela.”

“I sure will,” She replies, then walks us to the door and continues, “Y’all have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you!” We reply in unison.

We leave Mrs. Angela’s house and walk to the apartment complex.

We enter the grounds then walk up to the building and up the stairs.

We knock and we are greeted by Maurice with a laptop in his hand.

“Johnny and Annabelle are here!” He shouts.

“Let them in!” Debbie Lou shouts back from the kitchen.

We walk in.

“Could we exchange gifts now that they are here?” Maurice asks.

“Sure, why not?” Oliver replies.

I reach into my bag and pull out a Hyper Tough miniature tool set and hand it to Maurice as I say, “This is for you, in case you want to work on your computer.”

“Wow! Cool! Thanks man!”

“Thank Annabelle too, it’s from both of us,” I tell him.

He awakwardly hugs her and says, “Thanks sis!”

We then pull out a bottle of cherry wine and I say, “This is for Mrs. Debbie Lou,”

“Oh, y’all shouldn’t have!” Debbie Lou says, then opens it and pours a glass.

“And for Oliver,” Annabelle says, then I hand him a sports almanac.

“Cool!” He says and begins to read it.

They both hand us each a $100 Gift Card to Melinda’s.

I’m grateful but Annabelle rolls her eyes. But we still thank all of them.

Maurice goes back to watching gamers on YouTube.

Debbie gradully gets drunk on the wine.

Oliver puts on his reading glasses and is buried in the sports almanac.

Annabelle is extremely irritated and whispers to me, “You see that, we are not going to spend time as a family,”

I try to comfort her and, “At least it is peaceful, right.”

“You’re right, just hold me close to you,”

“I will hold you close to me all night…”

We snuggle on the sofa until everyone goes to bed.

We then walk to my house by the light of my flashlight.

After arriving home, we pack then sleep in each others’ arms…

Second Chances:
*THIS SERIES WAS BEGUN IN LATE DECEMBER OF 2019 AND SPORADICALLY WRITTEN THROUGHOUT 2020*
*JUST FOR THE RECORD MY MALE CHARACTER IS 32 GOING ON 33 AND MY FEMALE CHARACTER IS 25 GOING ON 26*
PART 1:
It’s Christmas Eve Morning and I am waking up on my living room sofa.

I look mY Casio wristwatch and it indicates that it is 10:59 in the morning.

My smartphone is charging on the nightstand next to my sofa.

I unplug it, then I give my newly found girlfriend a call.

It rings once, then I hear her answer, “Hey you!”

“Hey,” I reply.

“I’m glad you called,”

“Of course. How could I forget,”

She then giggles happily.

I continue, “I just wanted to touch base with you because I am just waking up.”

“Aw that’s sweet,” She pauses and then continues, “Are you doing anything this evening?”

“No, I hadn’t planned anything.”

“Then maybe you could come to me and my two room mates’ house and have dinner.”

“I’d really like that!”

“You would?”

“Of course. It means I get to visit a beautiful young lady!” I pause, then continue, “Now which beautiful young lady am I talking about?”

“ME!” She replies with a happiness in her voice.

“That’s right and don’t ever forget it”! I tell her.

“You just made my heart flutter!”

“And you make my life so bright!”

“I wish we would have met a lot sooner!”

“So do I!” I pause then ask her, “Is there anything I could bring?”

“You don’t have to bring anything but you’re handsome self.”

“But I have an ulterior motive-I want to stay on your two room mates’ good side because I want out relationship to work as smoothly as possible and there be no drama.”

“Aw, you’re so thoughtful! If you want then, you could bring some Cherry Cordials and a couple two liter bottles of RC Cola, then. We all drink RC Cola like crazy and we’ve been craving some Cherry Cordials!”

“Consider it done, then!”

“Yay!”

“What were you doing when I called?”

“I was getting ready to take a bath.”

“I’ll be doing that too so I can get ready for the day.”

“Where are you going to buy the candy and soft drink for tonight?”

“I was going to go to Melinda’s.”

“I know you’re on a fixed income, so maybe you could go to The Dollar General instead where they will be cheaper,”

“You mean The Ruble General!”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh. That’s a joke I made up year ago. The Ruble was the official currency of The Soviet Union and I always say that shopping at The Dollar General is like shopping in The Soviet Union because of the long lines and product shortages.”

“Oh. Now I get it. You’re so smart and funny!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you think so!” I pause then ask, “Do you know where one is?”

“Just across the train tracks. RC Cola is on sale for 2 liters for 85 cents and the Cherry Cordials might be on clearance by now.”

“I might see some trains then. I think trains are so cool!”

“You’re going to like it in this city-there are plenty of trains!”

“There’s a much more important reason why I like this city, though!”

“What is it?”

“Because you live here!”

“You’re making me blush!”

“You’re so cute when you blush! Well you’re always cute!”

“I wish I was there to kiss you!”

“I would definitely kiss you in return!”

“I know you would and I feel so happy!”

“I hope I’ll always make you happy!”

“Just always be as sweet as you are and just be patient with me even on my bad days and you will always make me happy!”

“I have bad days too, so I could somewhat relate to you, so I’ll be patient with you. Please be patient with me as well!”

“Then let’s make a pact: We will always be patient and understanding with each other, especially our mental issues!”

“Agreed! And I wish I was there to seal that pact with a kiss!”

“Aw well you may kiss me as soo as you see me this evening!” She pauses then says, “Not may, but must! You must kiss me!”

“I’d be honored to! Speaking of that, what time should I cross over?”

“Five PM is fine.”

“I’ll be there!”

“Yay! Now, we both need to bathe to get ready for the day, but I cannot wait to see you this evening!”

“As do I! Now you go enjoy your bath!”

“You too.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye baby!”

We then hang up.

I go into my bathroom and open the valve on my wall heater, then strike a match and light it.

I then draw some hot water and sit down in the tub.

I wash my hair with my favorite shampoo then I wash my body with Dial soap.

It’s nice and warm so I relax for a while.

I feel my face and, even though I look clean shaven there is still a slight amount of facial hair, so I shave.

Afterwards, I rub some conditioner on my face and dry off.

I go into my bedroom and put on some black dress pants and a white tee shirt. Then I put on my belt socks shoes and an Evergreen Oxford shirt.

I sit on my bed then check my bank account on my smartphone.

There is $35.66 left in my account.

I know what I’ll do: I’ll go to Melinda’s and buy a Weather Radio for my girlfriend and her two room mates as a house warming present. Then I will buy the candy and soft drinks from The Dollar General.

I put my jacket on then I walk out of my front door, locking it behind me. Then I walk down my steps, across my front yard, out of the gate to my cyclone fence and off to Melinda’s.

My neighbor is angrily staring at me the entire time, but I manage to ignore him.

I make it to Melinda’s and I go to the housewares section.

I look feverishly for the Weather Radios but I don’t see any.

A clerk is passing by on skates, so I ask him, “What happened to all your Weather Radios?”

“Check the clearance bin,” He replies.

“Will do.”

So I walk to the clearance bin in the fron of the store. There is one Midland WR-120EZ marked down to $5 from $29.99. I’m thrilled. I pick it up then get in line to check out.

Finally it is my turn.

The young cashier scans my Weather Radio and I tell her, “Tell your boss that I say thank you for such an awesome deal! This will make a good gift for my girlfriend and her room mates.”

She smiles and says, “Well we’re glad you found it!” T

She tells me my total then I pay with my debit card.

I’m approved then a receipt is printed out.

“Do you need a bag?”

“No thank you.”

She hands me my receipt, then I say, “Thank you also for working on Christmas Eve and I want you to have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you and yours!”

I leave Melinda’s and walk back home.

My neighbor is picking up pecans from his pecan tree when he sees me with the Weather Radio in its package.

“What junk did you buy with my tax money?”

“A gift for my girlfriend.”

“You don’t deserve a girlfriend.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It should be my business because you and her are going to make a baby and then the government is going to pay for it.”

“I’m going inside because I won’t dignify that with a response.”

“Because you know I am right.”

I up my steps, unlock my door and enter then lock it behind me.

I place the Weather Radio on my sofa, then I go to my utility room and get my personal shopping cart and push it through my living room then out of the front door, which I lock.

Then I guide it down my steps, across my front yard then out of my gate and along the sidewalk to The Dollar General.

I head east.

My neighbor asks me, “Where are you going now?”

“Why does it matter?” I ask him.

“If you live off the government you should have to give an account for all that you do and everywhere you go,”

“Well thank God you’re not in power,”

“I served my country though and I think you owe me some respect,”

“Yeah from what I hear you served your country to avoid jail time!”

“If you disrespect me again, I’m going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine,”

“You lay one hand on me and I will press charges. Now if you want to be such a jerk, don’t talk to me again!”

“You’re just a spoiled, entitled snowflake brat and I question whether or not you’re really disabled. You just need to be horsewhipped in my opinion and I should report you to the government.”

“You’re harassing and threatening a mentally disabled person and if you don’t stop, I’m calling the cops!” I tell him as I pull out my smartphone.

“You may have won the battle but you haven’t won the war,” He says, then goes inside.

I make my long walk to The Dollar General, thinking about how I could lose my benefits if the wrong people in the government believe my neighbor.

The anxiety compels me to walk, so I walk hard making it to The Dollar General in record time.

I buy five boxes of Cherry Cordials and five two Liter bottles of RC Cola and pay for my items then go back home, making it back in record time.

I enter my gate, then cut across my front yard and up my steps. I unlock my front door and enter locking it behind me.

Then I sit at my computer and write for my blog until its almost 5 PM.

I then place all my purchases in my shopping cart, then I grab my EDC back and walk out the front door, locking it behind me.

Afterwards, I cut across my front yard then out of my gate and walk to my girlfriend and her room mates’ house, arriving there at 5 PM sharp…

PART 2:
The house that my girlfriend and her room mates live in is a lot like mine. It must have been built around the same time.

I knock on the door and am greeted by one of my girlfriend’s room mates. It is the one who set us up.

“Come in,” She says.

I push my shopping cart loaded with cherry cordial and RC Cola, into the house, as I tell her, “This is for all of you from me.”

“Thanks. That was really nice of you,” She says.

“My pleasure,” I reply.

The other room mate comes into the living room and says, “Our room mate is crazy about you, just so you know, so I hope you only have good intentions with her. She’s had her heart broken before, so you better treat her right and not hurt her!”

“I’m crazy about her, as well, actually and I myself have been hurt before, so I will make it my utmost effort to treat her with reverence and love!”

“We’re holding you to that statement!”

“Where is she anyway?”

“She’s using the toilet right now but she’ll be out shortly. Just make yourself comfortable.”

I sit on the sofa. The television and cable box are tuned to the Music Choice Channel that plays Christmas Music.

I listen to the music while the two other room mates prepare the food.

Suddenly, I hear the toilet flush. Then I hear the sink turn on and off.

My girlfriend then walks into the living room and sweetly greets me wearing a knee length red dress, long white socks and brown buckle shoes as she says, “Sorry I wasn’t there to let you in but I had to potty real badly.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” I tell her.

We then share a sweet kiss.

“Is that us sealing our pact?” She asks.

I reply, “No that was just a greeting.”

I kiss her even more strongly and sweetly, then say, “This is us sealing our pact!”

She then hugs me really tightly and I gently rub her love handles.

We then sit on the sofa together and I pull the weather radio out of my shopping car, then say, “I wanted to give you and your room mates this, so y’all can be alerted to bad weather. I can set it up for you if you want.”

She looks at it and then says, “Cool that was really sweet of you,”

“Well, I always want to be prepared,”

“I know and it’s very cute!”

Her two room mates walk into the living room and she holds up the Weather Radio still in its package and says, “Look what my boyfriend got us!”

“Neat. That will come in handy during the spring and summer,” One room mate says.

The other one tells me girlfriend, “Since you stay in the living room, you can put it on the table next to your convertible sofa and if there is a tornado in the middle of the night, it will wake you up, then you can come get us and we can all go inside the hall closet.”

I then interject and say, “It also has a compartment for backup batteries, so y’all can take it in the closet and listen for progress of the bad weather. I have one set up in my house,”

“Do you own or rent?”

“I own. I have to pay a mortgage for the next thirty years, but at least it’s mine,”

“Cool we’re cousins and our family owns this house. We both work and we can easily commute to our jobs from here so that’s why we stay here. We met your girlfriend at church and we let her stay with us.”

“I help out with the utilities whenever I get my disability check and I keep it clean,” My girlfriend adds in.

One of the room mates says, “She’s very sweet, you’ve got a good woman on your hands!”

The other one answers, “He seems like a keeper though and they do make a cute couple!”

“Thanks for the kind words. I could really use some encouragement,” I tell them.

“Is something bothering you?” My girlfriend asks.

“We can talk about it later, because we’re having a good time and I don’t want to ruin that, but my next door neighbor is making trouble with me,” I tell her.

“I won’t mind if we talk about it now, besides we made a pact, so let me help you!”

“Okay, here goes: my next door neighbor has been stalking and harassing me ever since I moved in the other day. He watched me make groceries at Melinda’s and then pay for them with my EBT card. As I was walking in my yard, he commented that his taxes paid for my groceries and that I was a lazy mooch,”

One of the room mates then said, “You have a medical condition and you need help, so don’t feel bad, in fact take advantage of it. Our friend also has a medical condition and Lord knows she deserves all the help she can get.”

The other room mate continues, “You probably don’t get enough from disability to buy much food, so you do indeed need food stamps.”

“It gets worse though, he was harassing me again today and threatened to report me to the government because he thinks I am faking my disability,”

My girlfriend says, “He thinks you’re faking it because your medicine obviously works very well, but those in the government know how you would be if you didn’t have that medicine, and they know how that medicine hinders any significant amount of work, so they won’t cut your benefits. But just to be on the safe side, we can all pray for you!”

I hug my girlfriend to which she begins to play with my hair, then I say, “Thank you. I do feel better now!”

She kisses me, then says, “Of course. You know we made a pact though and I can be a handful at times too!”

“And I promise to try my durn well best to comfort you when you have an episode. You wouldn’t break up with me during an episode though?”

“No. I would never break up with you! I know a good man when I see one and the only way you could lose me is if I died or you became abusive.”

“Well, I was abused in all kinds of ways by my ex wife, yes it happens to men as well, so I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I would only hit someone if my life or the life of someone I care about were in danger.”

One of the room mates then say, “She was sexually and physically assaulted by an illegal Mexican immigrant and that is why she is like she is.”

“The other one adds in, “But she is really sweet in spite of all that and as long as you are good to her, she will make you her king.”

“I know she told me this the other night. And just for the record I want her to be my queen! She knows this already, but if it makes y’all feel better, my abusive ex wife is also a Mexican!”

“Most people our age can’t stand Trump and maybe it’s because he is a disgusting individual, but at least he has a backbone and tries to do what’s best for the country,” One room mate says.

“Yes and he knows the Mexicans are a threat to our safety and security, not to mention they suck up resources that y’all need desperately, so he tries to keep them out of this country,” She pauses then says, “We’re both nurses so we see all of the people that are physically harmed by the Mexicans.”

My girlfriend then says, “I’m afraid of the Mexicans, don’t get me wrong, but it’s Christmas which is about Christ coming into this world to save us from our sins and Christ wants to save the Mexicans as much as He saved all of us! We all need a savior in His eyes!”

I feel convicted over what my girlfriend just said, but I say, “You’re so right baby, Jesus Christ is the reason for Christmas, and I must say you have a very Christlike spirit!”

“You do too and that is the main reason why I must confess that I am falling for you. I hope you feel the same way.”

I look into her puppy dog eyes then I tell her with a kiss, “I most certainly do feel the same way my only regret is that we didn’t meet much sooner!”

She steals a kiss. Then she plants several kisses all over my face.

“Y’all are so sweet!” One room mate says.

“And cute too!” The other one adds in.

They then go into the kitchen and continue preparing the dinner.

My girlfriend and I snuggle together on the sofa. She rests her head on my chest and I plant several kisses on her.

Time goes by quickly and then the dinner is served.

Happily we eat, then we watch Christmas movies.

Her two room mates then go off to bed.

I look at my watch. It is now near midnight and snowing outside.

“You don’t have to go home, you can snuggle with me all night long. I’d hate for you to walk home in the snow.”

“I’d like to stay, but I do revere you and our relationship.”

“Then be reverent and snuggle with me all night long. I won’t make you do anything sinful, although, I definitely want to do more than snuggle with you!”

“I desire you as well, no one has ever turned me on like you do!” I pause then continue, “But I want The Lord to bless our relationship,”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, we won’t have any privacy to do anything sinful, but you can still snuggle with me throughout the night. In fact, I’d really like that!”

“Very well, I’ll stay!”

I take my medicine with a sip of RC Cola and a few green beans from the casserole.

She begins to kiss me passionately.

We roll out the bed then get under the covers and snuggle all night long.

She sleeps partially on top of me and wraps her legs around me.

It is the happiest night I’ve had in a very long time…


That is all I have for now.

I hope after reading these, that you, the reader, have a little more to be merry about this Christmas and that you indeed have a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year in 2021!

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An Experiment on The Sub-Conscious Mind

Yes, I am a Christian.

BUT, I do believe in some aspects of Psychology, because while it is in conflict with a lot of Biblical priniciples and also makes excuses for sinful behavior, it does possess some immuteable truths.

One truth of Psychology I believe in is the existence of the sub-conscious mind.

So, here is an experiment:

Can you tell me which country song inspired this story?

I’ll give one hint: It has been covered numrerous times…

If you can correctly guess the answer, my belief in the sub-conscious mind will be strongly enforced

Please write your answer in the comment section. You don’t need to say the artist, it was covered quite a few times but definitely say the song title.

By the way, this is an edited piece from my infamous “Grocer and Writer” stories.

Without further ado, here it is:

…”All right, let me just get a few things.” I tell the policeman. He walks to the next house. My neighbors are going to freak when they see him.

“Where could we go?” My girlfriend asks me, “I don’t want to be with my mom.”

“If you don’t want to go there, we can go to the country and visit my family.”

“Are you sure?”

“What other choice do we have?”

“True.”

So I grab, my composition books and my flash drive, my rechargeable flashlight, my phone and charger. My girlfriend grabs her purse, phone and charger as well. God it’s cold. I hope my car can make it out of this wretched city. All I have is a wing and a prayer.

We walk out of my house, locking the doors behind us. Then we walk through my front yard and to the curb then shut the hurricane fence. We get in my car and thankfully it fires right up.

I tune my car radio to the news and information station. My theory is proven correct; this was a terrorist attack. Contraflow is being used on all of the main highways out of the city. Right now it’s bumper to bumper, I hope and pray the terrorists don’t strike again right here. I must get off this Interstate as soon as I can and take an alternate route. That way, there’ll be less traffic and less chance of another attack.

There is a heavy police presence but I guess that is a good thing. I hope and pray that they are not harmed by those damn terrorists.

For forty five minutes the traffic moves like molasses in the dead of winter. She rests her head on my shoulder and I repeatedly kiss her forehead. We are making the best of a bad situation. Finally we are now moving.

“Once we get out of the city, I should get us some coffee and food. I need something to keep me awake.”

“Sure, do what you need to do.”

We are now out of the city and on the Interstate. Thank God, the traffic is now moving. Just as planned though, I will get off.

I see an exit to a dark, but well maintained highway two lane. Right away I take it.

“Looks like we are safe now, but why are you getting off right here?” My girlfriend asks.

“Because, I don’t want to take the chance of someone wrecking or breaking down. If that happens, traffic will back up and the terrorists could possibly strike again.” I reply.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Look, I am trying my best. You must know that I am just trying to get us out of harm’s way.”

“I guess.” She says with irritation.

“Let’s not fight, if we do the terrorists have another victory.”

“Yes, thank God we weren’t away from each other when this happened.”

“You’re right! I would rather die with you than live and us be apart!”

“I love you so much!”

“And I love you too, baby!”

“How much longer from here?”

“About four hours.”

“That’s fine.”

“Yes, I just hope and pray my car won’t break down.” I reply.

“What’s your family like?”

“Let’s just say interesting.”

“I hope they will accept me but I’m afraid of what they will think of my mom’s pill habit.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll accept you. They always wanted me to find love and now I have because of you. They just might tease you about being from the city.”

“What about the pills? Would they judge me about that?”

“No, they won’t. My family has always taught me that no one is perfect and that we all have faults. Plus, you’re not the addict; your mom is.”

“What’s your hometown like?” She asks.

“Boring, flat and quiet. I guess that is a good thing at the moment. It’s not an important place, so the terrorists wouldn’t try to strike there.”

“So you think we’ll be safe there?”

“Yes, there is only a two-lane highway in and out of town and there are no waterways, railroads are airstrips. It’s nothing a terrorist would want to hit.”

“You should call your parents first, to let them know you are coming.” She tells me.

“You’re right. I was going to, but you know I should conserve my minutes, especially for my job.” I reply.

“I don’t think you will be returning to work for a while and, to me, that’s a very good thing. Besides, you can use my phone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. I love you and would do anything for you.”

“Oh, I love you too baby! Thank you so much.”

She turns her phone on and I call out the ten digits. She then puts the speaker phone feature on and we hear the ringing.

“Hello.” My mother answers, half asleep.

“Hey, momma it’s me. There has been a terrorist attack in my city and I am headed your way. Put the news on, you’ll hear all about it.” I reply.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes. I am fine, but I have someone special with me.”

“Whom do you have?”

“My girlfriend. I will explain everything when we arrive.”

“Okay, be careful.”

“I sure will.”

“How much longer until you’ll be here?”

“If everything goes right, about four to five hours. As soon as we find a truck stop, I will get some, food and coffee to keep me awake.”

“Okay, you drive safe and I will see you then. I can’t wait to meet this lovely young lady.”

Suddenly the signal fades out.

“Momma, can you hear me?” “Durn it.”

“Your mom seems nice.”

“Oh, she is very nice. I wish I could see her more.”

“It’s a good thing she is not like my mom.”

“The worst she does is take a shot of whiskey every now and then. It’s only to help her sleep.”

I continue to drive. It is cold and dark. The heater is working well for the most part. My girlfriend snuggles next to me and we keep warm.

I see a truck stop sign ahead, so activate my turn signal. We get off the highway, then pull into the parking lot.

We drive up to a pump, then go inside to pay the cashier.

My girlfriend pulls out her debit card and says “Let me pay. My dad deposited grocery money in my account, but I think we need gas more than groceries right now.”

“Thank you so much, baby! I wish I could repay you!”

My girlfriend replies “It’s the least I can do.” The she tells the cashier, “Forty Dollars on pump five.”

The young cashier says, blushing “Y’all are so cute.” She then runs my girfriend’s card.

We go out to pump the gas, then come back after we’re done. I desperately need food and coffee, so I ask the cashier, “Is your restaurant open?”

“Well, we were going to close, but could sure use the business.” She pauses then calls the waitress. “There are some customers, don’t shut down just yet.”
We walk into the diner and the waitress greets us.

“What’ll it be?” She asks.

I look at my girlfriend and say “Tell her.”

“I would like some strawberry pancakes if that’s all right.”

“Sure. And for you?”

“Whatever sandwich you can make. And coffee-lot’s of it.”

“Where are y’all from?”

“The city south-east of here. There was a terrorist attack and we are refugees.”

“A terrorist attack?” She asks.

“Yes. Turn your TV on. You’ll learn all about it.” I tell her.

“Can’t. Cable’s out.” She replies.

“Well, these radical extremists, purposely derailed a train right where the transmission lines cross the tracks. That caused a chemical release and the power in most of the city is out.”

“Good Lord, that’s awful.”

“Yes. And it’s her eighteenth birthday.” I tell the waitress.

The waitress looks at my girlfriend and says “Well since it is your birthday, y’all both eat free. Y’all have seen enough hell for tonight and it’s the least we can do.”

“Thank you so much; I surely appreciate that.” I tell her.

“Yes, y’all are both welcome. Just tell any travelers about this place when you can.”

“I just hope and pray that you’ll get more refugee customers coming from the city, but most are probably on the Interstate. I took a back road so we wouldn’t be caught in all that traffic.”

My girlfriend and I happily eat and converse with the waitress and then we get coffee to go.

“Here’s a thermal mug with our company name on it. Tell everyone you can about us.” The waitress says.

“I sure will.” I tell her.

“Come back if you’re ever passing through again and we’ll take care of y’all.”

We leave the truck stop and get back on the highway. I am now awake and alert thanks to the free coffee. My girlfriend is sleeping on my shoulder. I hold her with my right arm and the wheel with my left. Three and a half hours before I am in my home town…

I see plenty of yellow lines and reflectors and at least my car is running smoothly. Finally I see the junction and turn to go into town.

I pull into my parents’ driveway. We step out of the car and I ring the doorbell. My Momma greets us…

 

Now, that you have read this piece, think for a moment and see if you know which country song inspired this piece.  Take a guess if you have to…

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An Excerpt from my “Grocer and Writer” Stories

I’ve ultimately decided that my “Grocer and Writer” Stories in their entirety were too sinful and offensive to display publically.  So, I took them down.

However, there is one piece from those said stories that is pure and innocent enough to publically share without offending God or others.

That piece is the piece detailing how my two characters meet each other.

I feel that I can teach many good things if I put that piece on display.

So, without further ado, here it is:

 

The Young Man’s Perspective:

I sit alone on a park bench and write in my composition book. Creating love stories somehow fulfills my life and I firmly believe that doing so will bring good to me someday, I can almost feel it. There is something about how the Autumn sky, cold weather, and my unique surroundings all set the perfect mood for being creative. I am deeply focused on my work and know I should get as much of it done as possible. Today I am off, but tomorrow I have to be putting up grocery stock at seven o’clock in the morning. It will be long and grueling hours, so writing these stories is my only escape from that cold hard reality. Suddenly, a cute young lady walks by. She looks at me and smiles. I smile back, then resume my writing. She walks away for a little while but, then, wait, she’s pacing up and down the cement path near me. I can’t help but adore her as she repeatedly passes by-she is so beautiful. I now realize that we were the only two human beings in the park, everyone else is enjoying Thanksgiving with their families. I look up at her and she smiles sweetly.

“Hi,” She says.

“Hello,” I reply.

“Could I sit with you?”

“Sure, I guess.”

Smiling, even more, she continues, “You’re cute.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Do you think I am also cute or am I too fat?”

“I think you’re very beautiful and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Good. You make me feel special!”

There’s a very brief silence, but then I have an escalating concern, so I say, “I’m very happy that you want to sit with me, but don’t you have a family to go home to?”

“I do, but my parents are fighting like cats and dogs and Thanksgiving was canceled.”

“That is awful. I am so sorry you have to go through that,” I reply, then awkwardly hug her, just in an attempt to give her comfort.

She looks at me, then asks, “What about you? Don’t you have any family?”

“I do, but they’re all far away from me. I can’t afford to travel to them and they can’t afford to travel to me.”

“Do you work?”

“Yes. I’m a stocker at The Downtown Grocer, it’s a God awful job. I can do so much better if only I had the chance.”

“How can you do better?”

“With this,” I show her my composition book and continue, “I am trying to become established as a writer.”

“Let me read.”

“Sure,” I say, then hand my book to her.

She begins to read and is smiling from ear to ear.

“These are beautiful, I love them. Could I borrow your pen?”

“What for?”

“I want to write something for you,” She says, blushing.

“Here you go,” I say, then give her my pen.

She is smiling brightly as she writes, then she shows me. It’s a ten digit number.

“That is for you.”

I too am blushing, but then I ask, “How old are you, anyway?”

“It’s impolite to ask a girl her age, but that’s all right because I think you are nice. You’re cute, too, but I told you that already.”

“So, I will re-state my question; how old are you?”

“I’m seventeen; if you must know.”

“You’re young.”

“I may be young, but you seem like a sweet guy.” Now she gave me a peck on my cheek.

“You know I am twenty-two and I can get in plenty of trouble.”

“Wow, I thought you were my age. I still like you, though.” There is a brief pause, but then she continues “You don’t have to worry about getting in trouble because I won’t make you do anything illegal.”

“Are you asking me out?” I ask.

“Yes.” She humbly replies, blushing.

There’s an awkward silence now; but then she asks again, “So, will you be mine?”

I stare at her for just a moment. She looks at me as if she would cry. I see a potential for love and companionship, but I also see the potential for legal trouble. She’s continuing to stare longingly at me and I am beginning to look at her with affection as well. I want to make her happy because no one else has ever paid this kind of attention to me before. Here’s a girl who enjoys my writing and for some reason or another has fallen for me, albeit unusually quickly. No other women or girls were ever interested in me, because of my personal quirks constant awkwardness. She seems to see past them. Finally an opportunity to love and be loved!

I will tell her. I must tell her, “Yes. I’ll be yours because love knows no numbers. Forgive me for making you wait, I’m just nervous that’s all.”

“Don’t worry; I forgive you. Just know that you don’t have to be nervous around me.”

“I’ll try not to be.”

She’s joyfully smiling and kissing me with passion. I kiss her in return.

“Could I have your phone number as well?” She asks me.

“Sure,” I reply, then call it out.

Instantly; she programs it into her phone and kisses me again. I program hers into my phone as well. We sit on the park bench for hours and I read to her. I know she will give me plenty of inspiration for some time to come, maybe even forever. Finally, the sun begins to set and the Mercury begins to drop.

I ask her with concern “Shouldn’t you be home?”

“I guess. Could you walk me home?”

“I’ll drive you home instead.”

Her eyes light up and she kisses me. We walk to my old Toyota and I take directions from her until we arrive at her parents’ home in the suburbs. I park in front of her parents’ driveway and opened the car door for her.

She gives me a long goodnight kiss and says “Call me.” Afterward, she walks inside and waves at me from the window.

I go home and sleep, feeling happy and fulfilled. My writing indeed brought good into my life, just as I had firmly believed.

 

The Girl’s Perspective:

My parents are fighting again. My dad always tries to be a good provider but I think he works too much. My mom resents the fact that he puts his career before her and uses pills to fill the void that his affections once occupied. My dad loathes my mom’s pill habit and avoids her like the Plague.

Earlier on in the school year, I made excellent marks. I was even an honor student. Now that my mom is always loaded and my dad is gone for weeks at a time, I cannot get a ride to school. There is no bus service to the private school I attend and I would endure hellish torment if I attended the public high school in my district. So, I dropped out. My dad is slightly bothered, but he doesn’t do anything. My mom doesn’t care at all.

It’s Thanksgiving and my dad is home, for today at least. You would think we could celebrate as a family, but my parents are at each other’s throats. It may be cold and sunny outside but there is a nasty storm brewing inside. I do not want to be hit by their flying debris, so I go to the park. I watch the brown Sycamore leaves fly around in the breeze and go exploring.

Suddenly; I see him, sitting there, writing something in a composition book. He’s greatly focused on his work. I watch him for just a little bit. He’s very cute so I smile at him. He smiles back. I walk past him, feeling giddy. He actually noticed me. I wonder what he is like. I have no one at all. My family is a mess as I have already said. Could he possibly be a friend, maybe even a lover? I surely need love in my life.

So I begin to pace up and down the walking path, looking at him each time I pass by. He notices me.

So, I say to him, “Hi.”

“Hello,” He replies.

“Could I sit with you?”

“Sure, I guess,” I am so happy, he is actually letting me sit with him!

“You’re cute,” I tell him as I smile from ear to ear.

“Thanks, I guess.”

That’s all?

Maybe he isn’t attracted to me. I wish I could be skinny like all the other girls I know. There’s only one way to find out what he really thinks about me.

I’ll ask, “Do you think I’m also cute or am I too fat?”

“I think you’re very beautiful and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

He is so sweet to tell me that. I want him even more now! “Good. You make me feel special!”

There is a quick silence, but then “I’m very happy that you want to sit with me, but don’t you have a family to go home to?”

“I do, but my parents are fighting like cats and dogs and Thanksgiving was canceled.” What will he think of me now?

“That’ awful. I’m so sorry you have to go through that.” Wait, what is he doing now? He hugged me!

“What about you? Don’t you have any family?”

He replies “I do, but they’re all far away from me. I can’t afford to travel to them and they can’t afford to travel to me.”

Why can’t he afford to visit his family and they can’t afford to visit him either?

So, I ask him, “Do you work?”

“Yes. I’m a stocker at The Downtown Grocer, it’s a God awful job. I can do so much better if only I had the chance.”

“How can you do better?”

“With this.” He shows me his composition book and continues, “I am trying to become established as a writer.”

That is so awesome. My dad knows people who could get him published. Maybe he would love me if I could make him successful.

I would love to see what he writes about as I always enjoyed English classes.

“Let me read.”

“Sure,” He says and hands me the book. He actually hands me the book.

I begin to read. These love stories he writes fill me with all kinds of wonderful feelings. Oh my; I am now blushing.

“These are beautiful. I love them!”

I know what I’m going to do; I’ll give him my phone number.

So I ask him, “Could I borrow your pen?”

“What for?”

“I want to write something for you.” I wonder if he can see me blushing? My face feels so warm.

“Here you go.”

Quickly; I write down the ten digits and say, “That is for you.”

He’s blushing. Now he is slightly distressed. Did I come off too strong?

He then asks me leerily, “How old are you, anyway?”

Why is he asking me that? I know how I’ll handle this. “It’s impolite to ask a girl her age, but that’s all right because I think you are nice. You’re cute, too, but I told you that already.”

He seems unfazed, then says, “So, I will re-state my question; how old are you?”

Humbly, I reply “I’m seventeen if you must know.”

“You’re young,” He tells me cautiously. Well, of course, I am young. He is young too, right?

“I may be young, but you seem like a sweet guy.” I know what I’ll do. I’m going to kiss him-just a quick peck on the cheek.

He is shocked and seems cautious.

“You know I am twenty-two and I can get in plenty of trouble.”

Oh no, I hope I didn’t blow it. Let me see if I can salvage this, “Wow, I thought you were my age. I still like you, though.” I tell him. There is now, a silence, so I continue “You don’t have to worry about getting in trouble because I won’t make you do anything illegal.”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.”

It is quiet now. I want him so much.

“So, will you be mine?” I ask.

He’s now staring at me. What is he thinking right now? If he rejects me; my heart will be broken. Can he see the tears I am holding back?

Finally, he says, “Yes. I’ll be yours because love knows no numbers. Forgive me for making you wait, I’m just nervous that’s all.”

“Don’t worry; I forgive you. Just know that you don’t have to be nervous around me.”

“I’ll try not to be.”

He still seems leery. I am going to kiss him, this time I won’t hold back. Oh my, now he is kissing me too. My heart is singing!

I want his number, too. Let’s see if I can get it from him, “Could I have your phone number as well?”

“Sure.” Oh my, he is actually calling it out. Now we’re programming each others’ numbers into our phones. Slowly our faces and lips are meeting. We’re going to kiss yet again! I hope this never ends. I snuggle next to him on the bench and he reads to me. We sit there for hours until the sun sets and the temperature drops.

“Shouldn’t you be home?”

I know I should and I had better get there before my parents realize I am gone. So I ask him, “I guess. Could you walk me home?”

“I’ll drive you home instead.”

We walk to his car, an old Toyota. It starts up perfectly, despite its age. I wish I could somehow get him a better car. I know if I can help get published through one of my dad’s connections, he would be rich and then he would love me for it. I think he would love me anyway or at least that is my hope. I sit next to him and give him directions to my parents’ house. He holds me with his right arm. We are now in my parents’ driveway.

I give him a long goodnight kiss and say “Call me.” Oh, how I hope and pray that he will. If not; I will call him. I look at him from the window and wave as he drives off into the night…

Thank you for reading.  That wasn’t so bad, was it?

I hope you, the reader, walk away with learning something, quite possibly learning that everyone deserves to love and be loved in return!

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My Synopsis and Commentary on “A Train Conductor Meets an Aspiring Writer” (Written on October 20 2016)

I began my series about a train conductor meeting a schizophrenic writer online in March of 2016. What inspired [and motivated] me to start writing this was I wanted to promote some of the [decent] values that I had in a previous series, without being too offensive and self-righteous. There are some references to that former series and there might even be more if God wills it. I have only written two scenes (or pieces) from each the guy’s and girl’s perspective and I am not too sure why I haven’t gotten further. I’ve been focused on writing other stories, essays, and articles, though, but possibly hope to continue this soon.

In this series, I try to promote that everyone deserves to love and be loved just like I did in my “Grocer and Writer” stories. This is done by centering the stories around a nineteen-year-old aspiring writer, named Tabitha “Tabby” Howell, who has two major flaws: she is schizophrenic and she is overweight. She is a senior in high school and has extremely overprotective parents. She doesn’t drive yet and depends on her best friend for transportation to and from school. So on a Saturday night in March, Tabitha was on a writing forum with the screen name CuteCuddlyTabby, posting her latest romantic story. She had received several negative reviews and comments and was devastated by these reactions. She was about to go bathe when she saw a new comment from someone known as MisterTrainman. He praised her story, unlike anyone else. This comes from personal experiences where I had posted some love stories on forums and got negative reactions, yet there always seemed to be someone who encouraged me.  Anyway, Tabitha looks at his profile and finds out his name, Cyrus Braeden, and sees a picture of him, to which she is attracted.

They begin to converse. Cyrus makes sure she isn’t a minor and continues talking to her when she reveals to him that she is nineteen. Tabitha then says that he probably wouldn’t want to do anything with her anyway because of her weight. Cyrus asks Tabitha for her name so he can look her up on Facebook. She gives it to him. He sees her pictures and is attracted and confesses that to her.  Tabitha tells him that there must be some lucky girl in his life. He tells her that train conductors have hectic work schedules and therefore have trouble getting and staying in relationships.

Cyrus then asks Tabitha to tell him more about herself. She states that she is still in high school because she had to take a year off for medical reasons. She then says she still lives with her parents and they are overprotective. Finally, she says that she attends a very strict catholic school, but only because she is afraid the students in the public school would torment her about her weight. Cyrus tells her that she has beautiful curves. She blushes then asks him to tell her about him.

He tells her that he ran away when he was eighteen and wound up in a railroad yard. He was almost hit by a train, but the engineer took him under his wing and offered him a job. The engineer also helped him buy a house. The house Cyrus bought was the same house that the main characters of the previous series lived in until my male character was murdered and my female character died of a broken heart, from witnessing the murder.

Cyrus then said he wished that he had love in his life, but knows that railroaders have trouble with romantic relationships because of their hectic schedules and frequent time away from significant others.

Tabitha replied that he definitely can have love in his life and made an advance at him. He accepted but was honest about his job and how they will be frequently away from each other. Tabitha reminds him that she is willing to put up with that because no one wanted her before him. So, with that, they mutually entered into a romantic relationship and exchanged phone numbers.

Cyrus and Tabitha continue to talk online into the night until Tabitha realizes that she has to take her Abilify. Cyrus agrees that she needs to take it, so she does. After taking her medicine, Tabitha gets sleepy and they both sign off and go to bed. Tabitha is overweight from taking the said medication.

The next day Cyrus wakes and sends a text message to Tabitha. They text back and forth but then Tabitha then says how her parents went make groceries and he could call her.

They talk on the phone and Tabitha says that they are doing third quarter exams all next week. After a while, she reveals to him that she is schizophrenic and that he probably now wants to leave her. Cyrus assures her that her writing has taught him that everyone deserves to be loved and he is also attracted to her and would never leave her.

They then confess their mutual virginity and Cyrus states how happy he is that he waited, even though he is a twenty-five-year-old virgin.

After more conversing they discuss plans to meet during exam week and how she would have to get her friend to take her to the train station.

At the end of the piece Tabitha’s parents return from making groceries and so she and Cyrus hang up the phone. They are now falling very much in love with each other.

That’s all I have for now…

I wrote this and hope to write more of it because it is very similar to the previous series and one can almost say that it is even a continuation of it. Here I am promoting basically the same values without the immense amount of controversy and hypocrisy. Two people find love and accept each other without demanding any changes be made. They will treat each other with love, reverence, and kindness. Their intimate moments will be very sacred and beautiful. Still, there will be conflicts, such as Cyrus’ work performance and schedule, Tabitha’s parents’ and friend’s unnecessary suspicion of Cyrus, strict school officials forbidding the relationship because their age difference reflects negatively on the school’s image and reputation. However, I plan to resolve all of these issues. And, not only that, I will allow these issues to build the passion and affection between my main characters. I think I can make something wonderful with this new series if I remember to not promote self-righteousness. If I can remember that I need to stay humble and keep in mind that I am far from perfect just like everyone else, then this will be something genuine and beautiful. There is a train derailment caused by a terrorist attack in the previous series and now I am wondering if Cyrus Braeden could have been the conductor on that train. Of course then, he would have survived, because he is alive in this series. Maybe it could be a bygone times piece detailing the derailment. I think my foamer friends would enjoy!

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