CarmenJimersonCross
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proper name? CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine SHARING LIFE LIVED, things seen, lessons learned, and spreading peace where I can.
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RUNAWAY TRAIN
It was never this tough to get hitched. No group since the early years had been so shoveled around on the path as this group. There were fifteen this trip. Fifteen who assembled from the pits of the baseline move... the many parts of surrounding land that could hold an unwilling party; and rallied the depths in time to catch the hook as instructed. He, the tricks of the trickster... making ways to get away. He... a conductor as is any conductor, was in his ways again and they would make it to the link on time if they hauled no stragglers. This setup was for them... as well set as the days of old. Their load had to be precise as it had been over the decades of the railroad from their flag station. The flag station being the meet-up point for their departure. They packed to travel light and few expected frills along the way but held high hopes for the end destination in spite of the few children that accompanied them along the route. There were two families with children not yet old enough to speak their own devise. It was reported to always be and have been the prize at the end of the rainbow on the other side of a coming sun for those who made the connection. The flow of the Mississippi Railroad by "hoprail" would cause them to run, hop and hold until they could make their best exit in New Orleans… forfeiting the tour-group ride back north to Chicago. It would be a tough hitch until the ride was over, but a hitch worth running for. These latter-day travelers had to be just as acute to signals given them as did those of years long ago. They were set to join the train seven miles north from Gwin at Tchula, provided they could see the rising sun in Mississippi beyond Greenwood before seeing their mark. Having their papers in order for the trail would see them at a happy union. The rising sun beyond Rising Sun, Mississippi would be flagged for them on cue. They had only to hold instructions in mind and keep calm. Their tickets had been arranged by the conductor for their Mississippi Rail Road trip, off the record and with clandestine cues for them to move smoothly through the process if they met their end of the deal, their orders were, "No kids and stay calm."
By CarmenJimersonCross3 years ago in Fiction
A Glimmer In The Mire?
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." He must have seen it in the distance... seen but from the road, in the distance between the pavement and what lay in between. There was nothing else out there... but perhaps that glimmer in his mind. IT WAS AS THOUGH HE WERE INVITED BY THE HAUNTING ECHO OFF THRU THE FOGGED EVE, "Hoohoot hoo-hoot" and the dancing light of the candle. Along the road were hand-etched headstones. Engraved with the likeness of a carcass. We had all heard the story before. A carcass of the previous person who was now reduced to nothing except a pile of slimed flesh reminiscent of things already long buried. The flesh of things and folk long before our time would soon deteriorate and resemble a layer of ash. Flesh once subtle with life-giving juices. The fluid of life that runs dry with time. Flesh leaks fluid and eventually sags into self until there is nothing. Nothing but dust. Dust is to dust, and ever shall be. As the fog crept thick about them, mother and children huddled tightly awaiting notice of the man's return. He had stepped out of and away from the car suggesting that he would seek help for the stalled engine. He stepped away just before the first low "Hoohoot... hoo-hoot" pierced the heavy fog. Owls were common in the rural preserve, as such the sound never startled him. It did not touch his attention beyond the grasp of the glimmer of light, the fog, and the aura of death that found and drew him near. No one else had wandered that far or in that way... as far as we knew. The overgrowth of plants hung low, never shorn for keeping what was inside them... no one ventured there, beyond the roadway. This night nothing of substance was visible, including the man in his departure. Nothing except the occasional emergence of an outline of a headstone. He had stopped the car and stepped away. He'd not raised the hood or set a blinking caution light. He'd simply stepped away.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Horror
the gittens
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." One night... this night like in the early eave of every other year, this night especially. The candle burned... almost joking at anyone watching... anyone looking for the reason, a reason behind the smell and mewly cries that come across through the low woods this time of night.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Fiction
It Awaits Us
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." There was word that someone had choked to death again and everyone in the cove who traveled to or lived near the inlet was adamant about finding the way out of the area. A call had been put out to search any and every structure and so, here we are, parked near the search and research site in the cabin, outside our homes, and .... well, waiting. We can not leave either. The campsites are just a small replication of our option... no, our potential for escaping. The girl down at the rookery, a photographer, was the last to be discovered... there was a black fungus seeping from her mouth and nostrils. No one has ever seen anything like it ... except, well there was a larvae bug. A larvae-laying bug that lays eggs inside the nostrils or any other moist opening on the body. (You should bathe often unless the only water is at the pond or open lake just there in the woods.) That cabin had been fairly empty... abandoned until now. The candle and all.. footprints and the sounds coming across the way here. Sounds like something knicking away at someone... the low burbling scream and all echoing in the darkening sky, so near. But the candle will only serve 'em for so long. We know that the black fungus takes hold in the darkness. The crawlers weren't the worst thing on the list at the mortician's office... they picked up a few new bodies that were loaded with the black running from their ears and streaming from... it's usually the uppermost extremities.. open sources, you know. But sometimes it gets into the lower spaces.. the wet most body area... like when someone laying open and waiting for an encounter... then catches the worst of infiltration. I think it's some kind of bug... like I said. But the professionals all got their way of figuring it out... tests and all. It just takes so long. Some time back it was the one that came up from the cellar of that same cabin. They brought out plastic bags... black plastic bags, then those dressed in toxic suits and all. The bags were taken to a lab and back here in the cove, a new law down. NO DEPARTURES. The tents are our best escape. (Keep the zippers shut during the dark and the colloidal spray... the mallow coating, slick during the day.) The moon is getting big overhead, and this is our worst hour... those first bodies were created by implants and no one is sure what the piercing is caused by... yet. Sure there's all sorts of bugs and there's all kinds of crazy people doing things, injecting instead of making cures; but it's... I think it's the bugs. But they were injecting us as the source... purging the harm out from us, but it's... it w-w-was put by the bugs... so many bugs from everyplace here now, in and on our everything. They have this sort of research lab going on in the cabin... tonight or longer, and other than injecting us... not vaccinating us, not the inoculation to be a cure-all, it's like they give us what they want to get out of us!
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Horror
LOOKING FOR ELEPHANTS
BOSS DRAWERS He slipped into the office barely greeting those already in place, and after glancing around, slipped into the Boss’s chambers. There, he fondled around in his drawers seeking what he knew should bring him heightened results.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Motivation
A PIECE OF MY MIND
I blew hard, repeatedly gasping for air, each breath mandatorily drawn orally and not through nasal orifices blocked by... what? For nearly an hour to clear my right nasal passage from the obstruction causing me to lose consciousness. It was funny to me that my face had grown to a rubbery texture. Unreal for anyone not in film and theatre. As I gasped and blew I could feel myself slipping into a blackout. Just before falling across one end of my bed, I felt it fall free from one nasal... my right nasal drew a bit of air. Through dimmed eyes, I could see a small clump of blue-grey tissue in my hand. I blacked out.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Confessions
GOING FISHIN
WHAT IS A FATHER? I am one of a troupe of this world's populations that can truly say "that is an abstract term" for cause being I have never truly had one. Oh, sure there have been stand-ins. There have been those "big brothers" claimed by me or by themselves to be an "older male figure" to replace an older brother... also an image missing in my life. I have to say, in my own defense, that many people are at loss for that older protective brother or father/dad figure because of the hazardous role it presents to that individual's life. They can be killed or imprisoned for the wrongful act as family defenders. Family defenders are cut down as being "defiant" "assaultive" "vicious" "crazed "malicious" and "militant" if seen or heard to be in the act of defending those he loves and purportedly selflessly rescues from harm's way. Those vouching for my accord have usually been reduced to usurers of snipe-worthy conversation including defense by my father-in-law... grandfather of my first and only children.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Families
