Drunk Driving

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The Three Words Are
Guarantee - Cherish - Nauseas




                                         

           


     She was a beautiful person. I cherished her until she hurt me, then it went straight to loathing her. She was continuously trying to start crap with me just because I pulled her covers and gave the police her car license number.

     I'm sorry but I drive and I have family that drives on these streets I don't want them to be hurt or killed by some drunk who can't stay home while drinking.  I can guarantee you that if I was driving I'd get pulled over for drunk driving, I'd go to jail and my wife would most likely divorce me.

      When I turned twenty one years old I drank for the first time.  I hated the taste of beer, whiskey was too hot and wine was to sweet, they all make me nauseas. Therefore I don't drink.

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The Patio

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Background - Ease - Omission

Carla, eased backward slightly, away from Johnny's reach.  She didn't like the standing room only on the patio, nor did she like the gun against her stomach, and was wondering why she was being held hostage. Johnny thought he had seen her get out of the taxi in front of the house. The dark shadow he saw was her boyfriend. The omission of being sure of who it was had caused this problem, and now Johnny was really pissed off, he was simply looking for someone to shoot.        

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Our Vacation

Three Word Wednesday

Adamant - Fabricate - Peculiar

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     James was adamant on getting new tires on the car before our trip to Ohio we'll be traveling to Ohio, Virginia, and Kentucky. We have relatives we haven't seen for three years we'd love to see them so we thought we'd go when it was vacation time this year.

     While the boys were in Kentucky they seen an advertisement for young boys between the ages of nine and twelve to fabricate their own derby car and then enter the car that they had made into the derby car race for the weekend after Easter Sunday The boys had a blast and I'd say there were some pretty Peculiar looking derby cars there too.

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Saunters Riches

     

The three words are

Persuasive  Riches  Loud

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     Saunter was always persuasive when it came to getting his way with Malinda, but, she was known for doing the same also. You could say Malinda new just exactly how to work Saunter.  Saunter was spoiled by his parents money they gave him anything he wanted he was always bragging about his families riches you could say he wasn't quiet about it he was actually loud about it.

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Murder He Wrote

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Essance - Dare - practicle

      The essance of murder hung heavily in the air. Blood was every where, all the walls were spattered. Some places were spattered more than other places. Two bodies lie in the hallway, one halfway into the kitchen a butcher knife just a few inches away from the left hand.

Detective yo asked. "Has any body besides me been in the back yard ?" Nobody answered so he sent the camera man to the bodies. The back yard was a bloody mess I dare anyone to go back there and take a look. It's practicle this man was acting as an expert in the field of Science Fiction.

The Longest Road

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Abbrasive -Handfull -Loss -                                                                                                   

The loss of my father was very painful. He and I shared a very unhealthy love for each other it wasn't that I hated him I just didn't trust him. He was constantly inflicting pain upon my body or emotional pain in my head. I can remember when we went swimming together, he would wrestle holding us beneath the water waiting and holing us under the water long enough we'd panic because it felt as if we were about to drown.

This happened every time we were in the swimming pool together, which was a lot of times. Finally, I simply decided that swimming with my dad was over with. I never swam with him again. I always wondered what it was that he hated about me so much I never found out.

I took the measurement where Dad was going to be resting beneath the old oak tree.  I placed his name and his birth date on the headboard.  I found a handful of screws and carpenters brads and encased the headstone.  I found an abrasive peace of emery cloth and smoothed the brads a bit and made them shine, Dad always liked shiny brads.

I'll never forget the time he broke down in the desert.  I walked to the closest gas station which wasn't in sight when I started walking.   He bitched because I took so long, nobody else volunteered to walk it so think about that. Damn Dad, I wish you were here again.

 

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Cooper Creek Reservoir

                                                                   

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Three Word Wednesday                              

Surreal - Descent - Kill

                                                                 

The descent down the hillside was very steep. It was hard to keep from falling but when we finally made it to the bottom it was peaceful and surreal. The walk was well worth it.

The moon reflected off the lake, every once in awhile you could here a frog or maybe a fish jump in the water. Yes, "Cooper Creek Resevoir" was my favorite fishing spot and it was only a couple of miles out of town.

Dad, Robert, and I would go to be together all night long with a big fire burning hot to keep us warm in the middle of the night. We would roast a few hot dogs and marshmellows. When we became tired of fishing there we would go to Plat I Reservoir which was a mile N/E of Cooper Creek. There's a no kill law for the elk and deer that roam the forrest at Cooper Creek.
 

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Earthquake

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Tremor - Rampant - Fragile

                                                               

     It was about 6:45 am when the tremor hit as I lay in bed, I could feel a rolling sensation which lasted only a few seconds but, when the big ones hit every so often they seem to have more power, like strong enough to drop bridges as if they were match sticks. The clock fell off the wall and the Grandfather clock sitting in the corner of the foyer fell also. The huge bay window shattered when the tremor hit. The oak tree fell and took out the chain link fence.

                                         

     The huge Bay window along with the Grandfather clocks were the most fragile peaces we lost Three of our five children were awakened but not hurt, so we made out pretty well were not complaining here. Finally when we finished with the remodel of the house the only thing left was the rampant yard left behind from construction and clean up.  I use to live in California for  several years it was the second biggest earthquake we've experienced, there not fun but interesting the damage one could do.

                                        

 

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Grandpa's Farm

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The Three words are

 Nudge - Ripen -- Gait

                                               

      Robert and I decided we'd take a drive to Grandpa's farm that has been in the family since our grandpa's fathers father owned it so it's been around for a few days. I opened the gate that shielded us from the pigs the ones that would nudge you with their snout you'd think the way they do it  is they're going to bite you.

     Another reason I held the gate is because robert is scared to death of the pigs and he has a gait of his own when they head for him it's a really funny way he runs away from them that just busts me up every time I see it.  So yes the reason for the method of my madness was to watch him one more time.  After our fun Robert and I noticed the watermelon Had ripened enough for us to enjoy the two slices grandma was bringing to us. 

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Three Word Wednesday

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Joke, leverage, remedy                                   

David tried to think of a good remedy to rid the tree that sat so hugely in his yard the tree was massive and made things look even smaller the way it dwarf over the house, like a virus waiting to lower pending doom.
 
David could see ahead of time...that if we thought about the way we went about to solve the deli ma was by being smart and watching what were all doing as a team applying the same amount of leverage at the same time would ease the tree out of the ground rather than ripping it out of the ground causing larger unstable holes.
After all the guys got together it was time to get busy to remove the eye sore from the front yard. Everybody is here and its no time for jokes we'll leave them for the beer afterwards.

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Jennifer and michael

Three Word Wednesday                                                                            

Drink – Predictable – Feeble

It was his first drink after Michael had passed away. They had partied together for many years it was obvious Robert was having a hard time with the passing of his brother and best friend, Michael. Michael contracted the aids virus from sharing needles with close friends and the wrong kind of women, you know, the kind that would do anything for a line.

Jennifer became really close to Michael and truly loved him with all of her heart. Michael had become quite feeble in his last days and she was always there taking care of and fussing after him. She took his death really hard, it was difficult to watch her struggling with the loss of her only true friend and lover.

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Three Word Wednesday

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Pacify - Dread - Grasp 

When I was younger I'd dread Monday morning coming because of school. My mother was constantly coming to the school to pick me up because I had punched somebody out or maybe rebeled against one of the teachers, getting myself into deeper trouble. But, then it didn't matter to me because I hated school anyway. I think it was because of math, it seemed like I could never get a grasp on it.

 Instead of helping me learn the math, Mom would just beat my butt until, she'd give up on me, sending me to school the next day with none of the problems correct because she didn't know much about mathmatics either. I'd talk to the girls who were in my class hey, I had to pacify myself some way didn't I.

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     Tommy, was thinking of Elaine; he's wondering how she was doing after the misunderstanding they had this morning.  I knew it was wrong to yell at her when she only asked a question.  Thinking to himself, he decided to stop by her loft apartment, mainly to talk to her about the question she asked him this morning. Would he consider moving in with her ? I truly love Elaine, but, I think right now it's best we stay single and date for a while longer.  His arms felt weightless after exercising for and hour.  

                                                                

     I'm not big on living with the other sex until I've known them longer than three years.  Three years isn't a short period of time to get to know someone but, I need more time, and why a loft apartment?  Why not my two bedroom, it's much larger than a loft apartment.  As I was walking up the wooden stairs, the steps sqreached and rippled out as I stepped onto each one of them.  The old "John Deere" green paint was chipping off the wooden railing itching to leave splinters in one's hand.  As I landed in front of Elaine's door I noticed the numbers 213 big, bulky and thought to myself I don't like the thirteen in the number, it means for bad luck.  Ive had a few things happen that particular day, the thirteenth, causing my greatest fear, Friday the thirteenth. But, it's Elaine's place, so be it.  She finally answered the door and smiled brightly when she saw him there.  Walking in and beginning to make sense of it all, she cut him off and said, " no, look it was my fault".  He said, "well maybe move into my place, but, not yours; the two one three bothers me, just listen to it"  "Shush," she said as she covered his mouth with her fingers.  "We can ignore those numbers by moving."

 

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The Old Biddy

Burglars

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Three word Wednesday
The Three Words Are
Shard - Pulse - Weary


                                          

    My eyes were weary as I stumbled down the stairs, awakened by the sound of glass shattering, leaving very sharp shards of glass from an antique vase I inherited from my mother after she had passed away thirty years ago. Of course, it was worth bunches.

I realized that it was gone for ever. I saw the silk curtains blowing from the open sliding glass door where the intruder apparently entered or exited from the house. I grabbed the 9 milimeter pistol from the safe behind the Thomas Kincaid, picture hanging on the brick wall next to the fireplace.

I immediately went into kill mode in case I were to run into the burgler who just trashed my mother's vase. By this time my pulse was racing, heart beating with a pounding I had never felt before, especially when I noticed the intruder in the mirror hanging in the hallway. He was hiding behind the bar like the coward he was.

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