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Forum Discussions - Authors.com 2014-11-25T01:35:34Z http://www.authors.com/forum?feed=yes&xn_auth=no LINDA HEAVNER GERALD FINALIST tag:www.authors.com,2014-11-15:3798404:Topic:189636 2014-11-15T19:31:20.162Z Linda Heavner Gerald http://www.authors.com/profile/LindaHeavnerGerald
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 Anyone writing horror/erotica? tag:www.authors.com,2014-10-15:3798404:Topic:188077 2014-10-15T03:49:55.233Z Jenessa Pietruszewski http://www.authors.com/profile/JenessaPietruszewski
I'm just trying to find out if this is a popular genre and if anyone has successfully published or even finished anything in this category. I have "completed" my book in what I think I can describe as horror/erotica, but honestly I can't even put a label on it. I'm looking for guidance, advice, and camaraderie with the process. I feel like I'm just writing in circles at this point and probably just need people to commiserate with on the process of finishing and attempting to get a book…

I'm just trying to find out if this is a popular genre and if anyone has successfully published or even finished anything in this category. I have "completed" my book in what I think I can describe as horror/erotica, but honestly I can't even put a label on it. I'm looking for guidance, advice, and camaraderie with the process. I feel like I'm just writing in circles at this point and probably just need people to commiserate with on the process of finishing and attempting to get a book published. I'll read yours if you read mine. Thanks in advance to anyone who helps out!
 Chapter 5 tag:www.authors.com,2014-10-09:3798404:Topic:188061 2014-10-09T13:54:27.161Z RF Husnik http://www.authors.com/profile/RFHusnik

 SOME OF MY CURRENT PRAYERS AND CONCERNS

 Written By: Ralph Hawk

Faces shown on product boxes are almost always smiling. Maybe that's because, in an

arguable, yet certainly figurative sense, the lives they pursue in conjunction with their connected

bodies are already over. And many years, and/or ideologies ago,…

 SOME OF MY CURRENT PRAYERS AND CONCERNS

 Written By: Ralph Hawk

Faces shown on product boxes are almost always smiling. Maybe that's because, in an

arguable, yet certainly figurative sense, the lives they pursue in conjunction with their connected

bodies are already over. And many years, and/or ideologies ago, someone else apparently determined

their destinies. And today, lost both inside and outside the comprehension of all factions of modern

day society, they live on as mental guesses of what all stereotyped mortals should be, as they exist

within an arena of money exchanges.

 But, not all people agree with the societal conventions they've inherited from their parents

and ancestors; nor of course do all agree with the economic system into which they've been born.

Still, it's looking today as if that "ism" which takes its name from the term used to denote such money

as is being provided to stimulate the production of goods and services affords mankind the best

chance to live freely.

 There, those first two paragraphs have, in my opinion, offered a rather controversial

beginning to this chapter. And they aren't the words I'd have used here had I had my way. But John

and Rashon liked them. And they said I should begin this chapter with them. So, I did. I was outvoted

two to one. And, after all, this book is supposed to be "under the arrangement of," though certainly

not constituted solely through the words of John, Rashon, and myself.

 Yet, I need to be careful here. I don't want to infer that any certain topic or topics, or occurrence or occurrences are to be considered the central focus of "The Students Of The Highway." And all that's written here, right where you're reading just now, is here simply because it seemed appropriate to John, Rashon, and myself for it to appear here. And that goes for all the words in this book. But John and Rashon said I (Ralph) should use this fifth chapter to enunciate what I feel are significant situations, tasks, and problems now facing either me, this city, our country, our world, or whomever and whatever.

 And as I begin now to use this chapter in that fashion, I realize how terribly disorganized virtually everything I've undertaken in my life has been. And why was I chosen to undertake the roles I now perform in this city? Why would leaders of other earthly realities assign any type of leadership role to someone as lacking in order as myself? Well, maybe the answer to those questions is that it was a disorganized person they were seeking! Perhaps they have less trouble controlling someone such as myself as they use me to help further the agendas they apparently believe need to be furthered in this city, and in this certain reality of the earth.

And I'm certainly surrounded by a large contingent of very talented people here. And no doubt they've been chosen, as have I, to fulfill certain roles in this city. But it's beginning to appear now as though the goings on in this city will only be known to people at large through the books which may be written here. And thus, for that reason, John, Rashon, and myself have undertaken this current project entitled "The Students Of The Highway" – named in honor of one of mankind's four basic classifications of existence.

 And believe me, John, Rashon, and I have struggled with this book! And it was only a few days ago that we were finally able to agree on a basic outline for its contents. We had previously written what we believed would be its earliest chapters, but then certain developments occurred which we then agreed must be documented herein. And the most significant of those developments were the disappearances of Amber Rolon and Renni Maes, the return to this city of Lauren Havess, and my decision to send John and Rashon out upon various journeys, or "road excursions" as we'll term them in this book. And why did I send John and Rashon out on the road? First, because I thought such journeys would benefit them, and second, because I didn't want them sulking around here as they missed their now missing girlfriends.

 And yes, as I've now told you a number of times, I sent Charles Platt (Corzer) to Paris to search for Amber and Renni, but he didn't find them there. And he in turn, while there, then fell in love with a young Parisian girl. And that's now become yet another of my concerns.

 But in the midst of all this chaos, John, Rashon, and I have decided upon this basic format for this book: First, what's been written in the first four chapters, and has already been published via internet postings, will remain as it is. Second, this fifth chapter shall function as a "bridge," so to speak, between what's already been published, and what shall now follow. Third, John's expose concerning the beliefs and assignments of the genre of mankind known as "The Students Of The Highway" shall be documented in the next chapter. Fourth, Rashon's tribute to me, which he insists must be included in this book, will follow John's explanatory chapter; to be submitted to the internet along with a letter he (Rashon) received from Al Asher. Fifth, each of the missing loves of Rashon and John shall have two chapters dedicated to them – four chapters in total. But those four chapters shall then be released as only two internet postings. And sixth, those chapters shall then be followed by a chapter similar to this current one – a summation of where everything's "at" at that point; and, reluctantly, I'm afraid that by that time it may be necessary for me to announce the course of action which I'll then begin to pursue in regard to Kenny Asher, who currently is really wreaking havoc in this city, and apparently can't be stopped by any form of earthly authority – not as it's administered in this city at least. Seventh, I'll next have John and Rashon document what befell them on only a very few of all the road excursions they'll have been upon by that time. And, the determination of which journeys' stories shall be included herein will be made by me – Ralph Hawk. Eighth, we'll include three short chapters, one of which has previously appeared as an internet posting. And earlier in this book I may have said there would be two previously posted chapters appearing herein. That's been changed. And these three short chapters will probably deviate somewhat from the "flow" of their preceeding chapters, but John, Rashon, and I, for various reasons, desire them to be included in this book. And ninth, Rashon will enunciate what he believes should become the beliefs to be held by, and assignments to be granted to (by otherworldly and other-reality masters and deities of course) the graduates of the genre of mankind known as the students of the highway. And tenth, and lastly, a so-called "graduation day party" chapter will be included in which all who've struggled with various dilemmas in this book can "come together," so to speak, and hopefully find that dreadfully entitled, whether temporary or permanent peacefulness termed "closure."

 So, there you have it – a possible "layout" for the remainder of this book! And now just wait and see how John, Rashon, and I will probably deviate from it!

 Well, now that I've gotten all that "off my chest," it almost seems as though this chapter should end here. But, actually no, it has yet more information to impart! And I guess I'll need to ask you to sort of "bounce back" now to where we (or I) were (or was) in this chapter before its explanations of upcoming chapters began.

 Thus, having now so "bounced back," let me say here that I believe if one wishes to objectively consider such matters as were discussed in this chapter's earliest paragraphs, there is no way one can exclude from one's discourse at least a perfunctory discussion of politics, for who can deny the great impact a nation's political structure invariably has upon its economic well-being? And I've always felt a gross simplification is committed whenever anyone says that some sort of far right or far left wing dictatorship might solve all mankind's dilemmas. Yes, I fear those who espouse such belief aren't really "in tune" with the workings of the human mind. And if you doubt that, ask yourself this question: Would I wish to live in any sort of society, no matter its political orientation, in which an ever increasing amount of all I should have earned through my honest work was confiscated by any type of government – communist, socialist, capitalist, fascist, feudal, monarchial, or whatever? I think not.

 And, of course hand in hand with the study of politics comes the study of economics. And if one studies both political and economic isms carefully, I believe one will deduce that it's capitalism which, despite its emphasis on the phenomenon of money, ultimately serves the human being best. Thus, I can't believe any society would be better off without the profits its citizens generate as representatives of accepted roles. And, to be blunt, probably humans shouldn't concern themselves so much with how much or how little both the so-called "common" and "uncommon" man, themselves representatives of all mankind – male and female – possess in their ability to access socially determined necessary, or unnecessary products and services. And why? Because frankly, to be too concerned with what all that all others may possess, either borders upon, or actually is simple jealousy – an emotion which when granted occupancy in one's psyche, and then acted upon, leads often to serious personal and/or group-associated repercussions.

 But of course life within any economic system doesn't revolve solely around money and how

it's being used or misused to improve or worsen the existences of all mortals. And whether we wish to

admit it or not, in times of societal complexity, the roles of various governmental entities greatly

impact individual lives. And most nations have, and undoubtedly will continue to aid those citizens

within their midst who are downtrodden or unable to support themselves for one reason or another.

Still, there have also been regimes throughout history which neglected, or even mass murdered those

they considered of no, or at least marginal value to their respective societies. And, today, though it

may seem disingenuous, self-serving, or wasteful of time, I'm praying that those who suffered as a

result of the hatred and/or violent tendencies of certain of their fellow mortals, be comforted

wherever they may currently exist, be their residence upon the earth still, or now within the sphere of

eternal reward.

 Yes, I'm praying that they'll experience the comfort granted mankind by its Masters in

heaven. And I believe, as Joseph Same stated in his book "The Same Tapes," that each great

religion's Lord is indeed there, within that heaven, or timeless light as Joe referred to it. And I'm

convinced that all of us, that is, each one of us individually, must continually fight against the vile

temptations of Lucifer and his comrade "fallen angels" lest what truly are mankind's greatest enemies be able to achieve our damnation upon our physical deaths.

 Yes, we must struggle against Lucifer and his subordinates. And we must uphold and believe in the righteous tenets of our various God-given religions. And we must fulfill, to the best of our abilities, whatever role our Master in heaven has assigned us here on this mortal habitat Earth.

 But, as you've learned, earth has multiple realities. And sometimes residents of one of its

certain realities are called upon by the Masters to perform duties, or undertake "roles" in realities other than those of their birth. And that's of course been the case in my life. And as I've told you in an earlier chapter, I've come from the reality termed "Parallel Reflections" to the reality of Earth One to assume the leadership of a so-called "artistic enclave" which exists within a city apparently very susceptible to otherworldly and other-reality interventions.

 And I've noticed that whenever I, as the de facto leader of that city's group of artists, have

committed any slight "retreat" from my fairly constant routine of hopeful creative advancement, I've

always been left vulnerable then to attack by the forces of sadness, confusion, fear of failure, and even

fear of near failure. And then, when those undesirable "stigmas" have succeeded in their attempts to

touch my being, it's then I've paid a price for all they've managed to waste in my life. Thus, I've

striven to develop an at least somewhat consistent "work ethic." But, if you know me fairly well,

which I hope you do by now, then you also know that for me the establishment of such a code of

conduct is a near impossibility. Simply, I've not been a master of orderliness thus far in my life!

 Thus, I guess it won't surprise you when I say that often as I look around at my usual clutter of

papers, pens, unread magazines and books, unwatched films, lists of things to do, lists of people to

meet, etc., I feel then the full impact of all my current responsibilities. And, at such times my mental

focus is often captured by a sense of very immediate and very perceivable fear. And I believe such

fear grips me then for two reasons: First, I'm afraid whatever "projects" "my people" may undertake

may not always be completed as well as they could have been; and second, I fear other projects which should be undertaken, simply won't be. And thus, I'm fighting an ongoing war against what I term "dour states of mind and attitude." And if you've somehow gained access to any of the literature (particularly the book "The Same Tapes") that's thus far been produced by my city's artists, then you

know that such negative topics as I've mentioned in the last few sentences have often been alluded to

by those of us who live here where sensational activity seems almost commonplace.

 Nonetheless, besides the saving of one's soul from damnation, what is there to life really,

except that one might live it to one's satisfaction? Well, I don't know about you, but I do know I

speak here for myself and many others when I say that people don't want to live beneath a barrage of

restrictions, whether placed upon them by relatives, societal conventions, ill-advised laws passed by

democratic governments, or dictators dictating to unfortunate populaces who live within totalitarian

regimes of either the far left or far right wings of the political spectrum.

 But people, I'll make you this pledge: Nothing and no one shall ever stop Ralph Hawk from

fulfilling what he perceives are his "assigned roles" in life. No, he'll continue on in those pursuits

until he's no longer physically or mentally capable to do so. And he'll forever do all he can, whether

here upon the earth, or someday within the timeless light, to help facilitate a quiet and peaceful

passage of time upon this planet.

 So, what do I consider to be the primary issues facing me at this time? The first is a problem which is currently demanding much of my attention. It's a romantic problem possessed by two of my

friends – two outstanding gentlemen whom I consider great "users" of the written word, who also

happen to be this book's primary writers – Rashon Leyf and F. John Surells. The loves of their lives

have disappeared! And they fear their women have been kidnapped and taken to Paris. But I'm not convinced they ever really went there! Actually, I fear my fellow authors of this book based the theory of their girlfriends' disappearances in Paris upon a dream Joseph Same related in his book "The Same Tapes!" Nevertheless, Amber and Renni, the loves of Rashon and John respectively, are missing from our city; unless those women have found some sort of "hiding place" within it. But why would they be hiding here, or anywhere for that matter?

And I suppose it was rather "snoopy" on my part, but because I was attempting to write a book with those two fellows, I asked John and Rashon if they'd been having "problems" with their women lately. Each replied that he believed all was well in his relationship. So, based mostly upon the suppositions of John and Rashon, I sent Corzer to Paris to search for Amber and Renni. And he's returned to our city now. And, as I said, he didn't find Amber or Renni in Paris. And again, I still don't think those ladies went there of their own free will, or were forced to go there by someone else.

 But, as another concern, certainly Corzer has been through much turmoil lately. Within one

year now he's returned from four years of service in the Marines, and has also ridden upon the

dastardly Circular Ship With Ride as is documented in the book "The Same Tapes." Nevertheless,

he agreed to go to Paris and either call or email me from there on a regular basis. And, originally I

thought our backward and forward dialogues would constitute some portion of this book's chapters,

but I can "see" now that's not going to be the case. There's simply too much else that needs to be documented here. And remember, this book's primary hopeful function (as I perceive it at least) is the

demonstration of the process by which those mortals who are still unsure of their future roles,

consummate decisions concerning such roles.

 But, as I said, Corzer is home from Paris now. And, although he didn't find Amber and Renni there, he found a French girlfriend instead. And he left that girl there when he journeyed home. And now he really misses her! And I'm thinking now that I sent him to Paris too quickly upon his return from the Marines, and also from his "escapades" with Joseph Same.

 And another of my primary concerns is the return to our city of Lauren Havess. And I think I spoke of this matter in earlier chapters. She left from here years ago, and hasn't returned to this city until now. And while she's been gone, she's evidently pursued a reckless lifestyle. But she's returned now to handle her father's funeral, and to assume the top management job in the factory that her dad founded here years ago – our city's largest employer.

 And Lauren is struggling to handle her new responsibilities. And she's told me as much. And she's actually asked if I could help her keep the factory running. But now, although she has many new demands upon her time, she's also entered into a very questionable relationship with a man named Kenny Asher who, now in a reckless fashion, drives her refurbished 1955 Chev around the city.

 And another thing I'd like to mention here is that some time ago, through the medium of internet postings, I believe I stated that there would be some poetry contained in this book. Well, that was the supposition at that time. But, the reality of the situation now is that there simply won't be room in this book for such creative writing as is produced by some of our "literary type" people. Thus, this book's planned poetry admissions have been cancelled.

 And there are a number of other minor issues which I could discuss with you at this time, but I'll leave them undocumented unless they become (and hopefully they never will) significant dilemmas or situations which, in my opinion, should be brought to your attention. But I guess the one "great impression" this book must strive to leave in your mind is the fact that confusion and apprehension are the two great "stigmas" with which I struggle here at all times. And it's seldom that I can immediately look back on any decision I've made and say unequivocally that yes, it was a correct determination.

 But, as I close this chapter, let me say I feel I've been fortunate in my life. I've lived an existence far removed from what those who tell others how to live ever accepted as being "acceptable." And when so-called "pillars of society" cite outstanding examples of twenty-first century role models, it's not me they're referencing! And yet, despite that, it's been my privilege and responsibility to "monitor and mentor" a number of this cryptic city's younger residents over the years. They were only babies when I first relocated here. And I've grown here with them figuratively, and they've grown here literally. And now I've become a sort of non-appointed leader of a group of artistically gifted individuals who've taken up residence along the north shore of this city's river. And for a few years now, those people and I have been quietly changing the character of this city. And God, please allow us to continue in that quest!
 Who is your favorite fantasy author and why? tag:www.authors.com,2014-10-06:3798404:Topic:188053 2014-10-06T20:01:21.866Z Paul Meyers Nessly http://www.authors.com/profile/PaulMeyersNessly
My favorite fantasy author is Terry Brooks. I find his characters both engaging and endearing. I also love his story lines and how his style of writing brings out each of these I especially like the internal monologue of his characters. I have read his first seven books and can't stop reading them. A close second would be Robert Jordan. The fantasy world that he has created and the impact that his main character, Rand, has on this world and the plot he has created is vivid and very in…

My favorite fantasy author is Terry Brooks. I find his characters both engaging and endearing. I also love his story lines and how his style of writing brings out each of these I especially like the internal monologue of his characters. I have read his first seven books and can't stop reading them. A close second would be Robert Jordan. The fantasy world that he has created and the impact that his main character, Rand, has on this world and the plot he has created is vivid and very in depth. Thirdly, I like Terry Goodkind, even though I have started his third book, "The blood of the Fold." I like the story he writes and the many conflicts that unite both Richard and Kahlan.
 Chapter 4 tag:www.authors.com,2014-09-02:3798404:Topic:186568 2014-09-02T15:46:12.011Z RF Husnik http://www.authors.com/profile/RFHusnik

 A DOOR OPENS CHAPTER TWO

 Written By: Ralph Hawk

 You know, I face a lot of responsibilities in this city of tests. And I call it a city of tests

because I believe many of us living here are being critically evaluated by both mortals from…

 A DOOR OPENS CHAPTER TWO

 Written By: Ralph Hawk

 You know, I face a lot of responsibilities in this city of tests. And I call it a city of tests

because I believe many of us living here are being critically evaluated by both mortals from other

earthly realities, as well as by deities who now exist in realms we'll someday access after our

temporal deaths. And bizarre, and seemingly unbelievable activity is known to occur in this city.

Actually, I think we've now reached a point here at which such activity is expected to occur. But I

need to "protect" my people in this city of otherworldly and other-reality interventions! I invited them

to relocate here; now I must be certain I do all I can to assure their safety and success here.

 And while I have so much to do, watch, and supervise, I still often find myself "looking

back," and attempting to "liberate" seemingly confined memories. And when I'm able to access

certain of those, I many times find then that they've now assumed the form of oral or written epitaphs

to all that apparently once was real and actually occurred; or at least was once upon a time granted

thought within the mind of any man or woman.

 But before I read those epitaphs, I often sense a need to answer at least the following

questions, if not more: "Who decided how I should live?" "Have I sinned often?" "Have I asked for

and received forgiveness for all the sins I've committed?" "How should I henceforth 'carry on' with

my life now that I've asked for and hopefully been granted remission of all past wrongs?" And, "If

and when I ever do succeed and reach a point in my life at which I feel my conscience has been

'purged,' how will I then be able to properly contend with what those memories, introduced to me via

those epitaphs, actually contain?"

 "Caution," most of the signposts say, "although you've been able to open a door to the past,

you'd better never step beyond its entrance unless you wish to journey into areas unreal which could

easily become real." And, you know, sometimes after reading those words of caution I can't help but

wonder if someday, long from now, those who succumb to the belief that the correct way to live is as

others always have, will learn that sometimes those others probably lived under false assumptions; or

will most humans die still believing conformity to be the ultimate goal of humanity? And I also

wonder how many mortals can say they're unequivocally free, because it seems to me as though,

despite the fact that all humans possess flesh and blood, many conduct themselves as unimaginative

mechanical computers and robots.

 And someday will those mechanized hearts and minds be audited by eternal judges? They say

those judges demand "completeness of depiction." Thus, maybe it's propitious for still living mortals

to set aside their "constitutions of iron." But what is meant by such a phrase as "constitution of iron?"

It refers, I guess, to a certain "phoniness" in which many mortals immerse themselves. And that

phoniness washes up upon such mortals whenever they misuse (or abuse) at least three (and often

more) aspects (or traits) of human behavior which, when utilized as they should be, are simply

"normal" human reactions, and reactions to reactions. And those traits are: jesting, sarcasm, and

fear of whatever may strike one as being frightful.

 Yet, I think it's true that all components of human behavior must be "dealt with" either

through "execution" or "reception" of. In other words, we either initiate activity, or contend with the

effects of activity that's been initiated by others. And, of course the analogy of life as being a game is

always pertinent. And many humans pursue active, or sometimes even aggressive tactics on the

playing field of life, but some others prefer subdued roles. And, perhaps in some cases it's better

to have sat on the bench throughout the game than to have committed personal fouls which may have

cost one, and perhaps others the ultimate victory. But remember, those sitting there, on the bench, are

those same who, with the analogy just used removed, are walking along through life never

questioning anything that may be amiss with their course of action. They say they don't need anyone

to tell them any new "codes" or "modes" of conduct, yet they carry with them the same methods of

sameness granted them by the past.

 And of course all mortals' thoughts of acceptability have been formulated in the past

through the input of many forces; and yes, one of those was Lucifer himself! And rest assured, his is

one of the larger contributions to what we today know of as verifiable (though seldom correct) modes

of conduct. But Lucifer has no desire to have any mortal accomplish anything during an earthly

existence. He advocates the subjugation of free thought, and of all freedom really. And, his primary

goal is to have human life lived sinfully, but secondarily he wishes blandness to be rampant amongst

all nationalities of planet Earth.

 And except for the present, any particular spot in time is any certain location which can only

be reached or accessed through a dedicated liberation of the mind. And whims of thought of course

are the ultimate liberators. And even the most dreadful tyrants, such as those who led combatants

during this reality's second great war couldn't know the thoughts of others, though through their

envelopment by fear and paranoia, they often envisioned (and often incorrectly) their closest

associates to be plotting against them.

 And personally, I've often known the particular type of fear mentioned in the last sentence.

And trust me, it can descend upon one at any time! But it seems to be at its worst when one awakes

perhaps too early, notices the initial light of day outside one's window, and wonders then if all, or at

least some of what one believes may take place on that certain day will in fact occur.

 And when I think about any such situation which approximates the inherent dreadfulness of

the previous sentence, it seems then as if I'm looking downward into a large chasm, canyon, or crater.

And should I fall into it, no doubt I'd descend then nearly to the abyss. But God forbid I ever become

a part of any evil! And may I never forget to thank heaven's masters for whenever they assisted my,

and previous generations as we and they attempted to avoid any sins, and their repercussions.

 And now my mind has strayed to hypothetical outcomes too dastardly to confront! Look

beyond that door again, and see there now a world dominated by fascism! Apparently the wrong side

won the second great war! And now look back farther. See two groupings of American states there.

They're independent of each other. One is United, and the other is Confederate, and they're existing

separate of one another now. North America has two American nations upon its landmass now! Yes,

and look there! There's a victorious Napoleon wreaking havoc upon a dominated Europe. And do you

have the ability to see backward farther still? Can you see back beyond Bonaparte's tyranny to

where all sorts of demagogues are perpetrating all types of savagery upon the inhabitants of planet

Earth?

 But on the wall, inside the door where I'm standing, there's a switch with two "settings." And

I notice that currently that switch is set on "historical," but there's a "personal" option also. I move

the lever from historical to personal, and immediately before my eyes, beyond the opened door, I now

see my life as it would have been had I made different choices at various important junctures during

it.

 And as I take a long look at all the possible scenarios "laid out" before me, I realize that most

times I apparently made correct choices. I must have, because most of the "alternatives" I see before

me there appear worse than the reality I'm now actually experiencing in my life, though there are a

few portrayals there which I can see would also have been better outcomes and modes of conduct than

those I committed, or currently possess and follow.

 But at this moment I realize I must "close the door" upon all that could have been, and

concentrate upon all that, for better or for worse, simply is, or may yet someday be. Still, at such times

as this I often find myself in fear of actually becoming, either figuratively or, as God knows I'm afraid

to admit, literally a fictional character sent away from his own birthright to travel upon roads

uncharted. And I guess at these times I feel as though I'm a boxer who's become somewhat proficient

at hitting the punching bag during practice, but who knows he'll not be able to "transfer" that

proficiency and use it during an actual bout.

 So, as I hope you can "see," despite many problems and setbacks, today I reckon myself to be

someone who's gained at least a small portion of control over his thoughts and actions. And that

very fact is what leads me to believe that the time has now come for me to begin an even more earnest

crusade within the human classification of real artist; and that's a classification I entered long ago

upon my graduation from the students of the highway.

 Yet, of course those who wish no change to ever occur are constantly attempting to stymie me

in my attempts to alter my personality, and thus, my very being. They're trying to keep me as I am.

They claim that's how I should remain. And yes, I am concerned about their efforts. And I sense those

people are negativists! They're a bane upon my choice to live as I wish. And they don't even

acknowledge the seemingly natural changes in lifestyle which, as years pass, most mortals must make

out of what appears to be simple expediency.

 But I'm thankful I've been able to share these insights into my psyche with you. And this

possibility to relate these emotions, thoughts, and thought processes must be, I'm thinking, a part of

my personal "test."

Yet, I wonder what will become of the actual physical words I've now used to disclose the just

mentioned phenomena to you? Will they be considered honest and frank statements of "where" I feel

I'm "at" at this point in time, or will they be looked upon as bogus fabrications, related for no other

reason than to fool and bewilder the middle class? Well, I hope those words will be understood when

read. They sought always only order – only order, and temporal lives lived in preparation for all

mortals' eternal life to come.

 And if my words facilitate any evaluations or re-evaluations of how certain lives have been

lived, then I'll judge those words successful. But if they generate any type of confusion, then I must

ask that they be re-examined – or at least reread. And why would I ask that? I ask that because

confusion is one of the most dreaded banes ever encountered by Ralph Hawk! And may God forbid

I ever further it through any of my words or actions.

 And, as everyone should know, statements of personal philosophy must be made (in my

opinion at least). Yet, sooner or later we all must dispense with philosophizing, and concentrate upon

what needs to be done and thought about in the current present. And therefore, before I end this

chapter, I want to follow up on something I mentioned at the end of the last one. My friends and I

have noticed someone or some ones "tearing around" the city lately in a 1955 Chev. And a little

investigative work on our part revealed that apparently that car has two different drivers. It's owned,

and often driven by Lauren Havess, the rich young woman who's recently returned to our city after

having been away from it for a number of years.

 And Lauren has come back to our city because as an only child she now owns the factory her dad started in this city long ago and then operated here for many years. And that factory is this city's

largest employer, and most of its workers fear it many now fall victim to mismanagement under

Lauren who, if the truth be told, is known mostly for her wild lifestyle. She's a pleasure seeker one

might say, and, most likely, far from CEO material. Yet, I think it's true that few people know she's

approached me, Ralph Hawk, to help her keep the factory solvent and capable of sustaining its current

workforce without layoffs or terminations.

 Still, it looks to me as though her purchase of this car from the 1950's is only another example

of irresponsible behavior on her part. And what's worse, she's apparently allowing a man named

Kenny Asher to drive it about in our city! And believe me, whatever connection there may be

between Lauren and Kenny is unknown to me! Yet, Lauren has told me she now wishes to amend her

past tendencies and traits. And she's also said she's going to remain here now in her city of origin for

a protracted length of time; and perhaps permanently.

 Thus, I'm at a quandary to understand why Lauren Havess is allowing Kenny Asher to drive

her vehicle about in this city! Those two people are certainly opposites in regard to intellectual

awareness. And, no, I wouldn't say Lauren is fantastically interested in our nation's domestic and

foreign problems, but she's probably aware of them at least! Kenny, on the other hand, is hardly what

one might term an intellectual – not that he couldn't be one if he wished to. But he's evidently of the

opinion that any display of mental prowess is unbecoming a "macho man," which apparently is what

he considers himself to be. And of course while he uses Lauren's, I'm guessing rather expensive

"redone" old Chevrolet, he drives "the crap" out of it, as is stated in a modified version of what for

him is his everyday parlance.

 And I actually got a phone call last week from his older brother Al, who also lives here in the

city (on the south side, as does Kenny). And he told me he'd heard I was a rather influential man here

in town, and could I possibly do anything to stop his brother from driving that car, or at least from

driving it as he had been. And of course I told him (Al) to contact the police about this matter, and he

said he had, and had been told by them that there was nothing they could do concerning it. Thus, I

guess this must be just another of those quirky developments which occur in this city from time to

time. And I can't help but think that most likely there is some sort of otherworldly or other reality

intervention taking place in regard to this situation, yet, I can't say that with certainty. All I know for

sure is that those black tire marks which Kenny has "laid" on the pavement of some of this city's

streets seem strangely out of place in these days of supposed great environmental concern.
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Loglines and I, we enemies, and it's time to face my nemesis one more time.

 I am finishing the script to this Gothic, Satanic, Horror story, and I could use some help with the logline.

It is the story of a young woman, who raised by a prestigious and religious family, and fall in love with the wrong men,…

Loglines and I, we enemies, and it's time to face my nemesis one more time.

I am finishing the script to this Gothic, Satanic, Horror story, and I could use some help with the logline.

It is the story of a young woman, who raised by a prestigious and religious family, and fall in love with the wrong men, who pushed her to prostitution, drugs, and the easy money. Helped by a couple of friends, realized that he is only using her, and finds the strength to leave him. Disowned by her family, finds shelter in the church, ultimately, she becomes a nun and goes to a remote monastery, where she discovers that she has the power to manifest her fears and the fears of others. She begins questioning God, but discovers that she is destined for something bigger.
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 A DOOR OPENS

 Written By: Ralph Hawk

 Time passes, and people, situations, structures, and even landscapes change. And I suppose

that's not an extremely notable first sentence for a chapter, nevertheless, in the case of this particular

one, it may be…

 A DOOR OPENS

 Written By: Ralph Hawk

 Time passes, and people, situations, structures, and even landscapes change. And I suppose

that's not an extremely notable first sentence for a chapter, nevertheless, in the case of this particular

one, it may be outstandingly pertinent. But why? Because I fear too few earthlings realize how very

many members of mankind's family either simply don't believe time's passage alters anything

substantially, or else do begrudgingly accept the veracity of this chapter's opening sentence, but then

attempt to diminish all ramifications which the truth of that sentence may exert upon modern day life

on this planet.

 But gosh, how "alive" can life really be? The way it continues ever onward startles me!

 And I need some time now to organize or reorganize (depending upon one's point of view)

my current way of life. All these years I've been so influenced by all that's around me. Yet, all that's

around me doesn't necessarily help me live better. And I'll wager that if I can't live better personally,

I'll not be able to help make the world better collectively.

But meanwhile, a door which had long been closed, has now been opened. And I guess it's

that very door behind which certain students of the highway had been constrained. But now they've

been liberated! And now they'll need to seek both temporal and eternal answers to all the temporal

and eternal questions they'll surely encounter as they travel upon the figurative pathways of life. And

they'll need to seek those answers because the time has come for them to either leave the

classification of humanity known as students of the highway behind, and join one of the other three

(real artists, true artists, the "status-quo"), or else remain students of life's highway for their entire

mortal existences.

Yes, it's said mankind is divided into four basic genres. But truthfully, sometimes my belief in

those genres wanes. And then, at those times I find myself questioning if not the realness, then at least

the importance of divisions of humanity; and I experience such questioning then despite the fact that

I've had to appoint two of my "artistic enclave's" members as co-chairmen of one of those divisions,

i.e. The Students Of The Highway.

Yet, whatever the truth of human classifications may be, mine are all the memories accrued

from moments spent "looking back." And through remembrance I possess recollections of people

I've met, things I've done, and matters I've been involved in. And probably I'm someone who spends

too much time "living in the past" as the saying goes. But for me the past is so - so influential! Yes,

and many times in quiet reflections, fragments of bygone time frames overwhelm me!

And, from time to time when certain contemplations of all I've known and done, and not

known and not done, do dominate my mental focus – and no matter for how long – it's then I often ask

this question of myself: "Are our immortal preservers in the night, also our eternal proctors in the

light?" And I answer: "Yes they are, but they're often portrayed as shepherds guarding their sheep.

And though we may lessen the exertion those shepherds will need to expend on our behalf if we

adhere to someone's apparently "advisable" course of action and/or lifestyle, does such adherence

really please those who function at once as both our guides and mentors? And does it even, in fact,

necessarily please the greatest of all shepherds who resides where light is timeless?"

A door opens, and from out behind it steps a realization. And it's an acceptance of a

philosophical hypothesis which states that human life upon planet earth changes as certain time spans

known as eras come and go. And people who utilize common sense must surely know that eras pass.

Still, the "status-quo" attempts to deny their passage! And yet, should the changes wrought by the

passing of any recognized time span and the beginning of another become too great for even that

group of status to disavow, then that group will simply downplay any relevance those changes may

possibly effect upon society.

And people who try to visualize life as it really is certainly accept the fact that mankind's

acquisition of knowledge continues unabated during the waning of eras. But how is the acquisition of

knowledge accomplished? I believe the best answer to that question is that simply all we currently

know has been learned by us either through our annexation of knowledge from other mortals, or else

through our own personal discovery. And I realize that at this time, so early on here, I've already

enunciated certain postulations with which not all readers may agree; yet, if nothing else, hopefully

those statements of supposed facts have stimulated thoughts in the minds of the readers, because,

after all, this is to be a book about thinking and learning.

 And today, as I'm writing what will be one of this book's earliest chapters, I'm realizing how

thankful I should and must be for all I am, all I was, and all I may still become. And if that seems

either condescending or arrogant or both, I'm sorry, but I feel I need to state that fact now, early on

here, because whatever else it may be, it's true.

 And it's my constant temporal prayer, and will be my unending eternal quest, that all I now

possess, have possessed, or may yet someday possess, whether it is, was, or may be constituted of

physical materials or human capabilities, currently helps, has helped, and forever will help; and is,

was, and forever will be of righteous service to mankind. And I don't know that I particularly agree

that to effectively aid one's fellow humans one must be either exceedingly poor or abundantly

wealthy. Some say only those who've experienced poverty, or taken vows to live within it can truly

understand (and therefore appreciate) the plight of humans in need. But others believe that only the

very rich, through monetary gifts, can exercise the ability to meaningfully assist those who are

downtrodden and less fortunate.

 But I believe in the will of "common man" (a term which of course denotes both sexes).

And I believe each "common man" will make life better upon planet Earth if he or she wishes to.

Yet, today I can't allow any beliefs I may hold, whether religious, political, economic, societal, etc.

to divert my purpose from the execution into literature of such a book as is entitled "The Students Of

The Highway." And therefore I must ask the patience of those of you who'll read it. Don't give up

on it too quickly! Don't say it's just a random disclosure of a number of random occurrences which

befell myself and others who live in this city where literally anything can happen, be it humanly

believable or not.

 And this book, like Joseph Same's "The Same Tapes," is an example of the so-called

"move-novel." It speaks of many topics and "ways of life," and may tell a number of minor stories,

but is "underpinned" by one larger one. And thus it's perhaps a product of disorganization. Yet,

probably how could one have anticipated a much different result for this written work, when all that

needs to be told within it must be told by various people with various points of view?

 So, I suppose some will say "proper literary techniques" weren't used here. And of course

that's true. Yet, despite all we'll ever learn about such techniques, and regardless of all we'll ever

hold as true concerning all scholarly subjects, there are two great temporal "realities' which all of us

will have to acknowledge and confront here upon planet earth. And in my opinion they far outweigh

any "methods of proper writing," or "amounts of knowledge" one may ever hopefully utilize or

possess. And they are that first, temporal time continues onward. We can't stop it, though in certain

literary efforts some have said they have, or even that they've received temporary "dispensations"

from its passage. And the second is that we must prepare here in temporal time for the certainty that

eternal time will become a reality for us upon our earthly deaths.

 And, as you may know depending upon your prior knowledge of me, I'm one of those very

few earthly mortals who's living in suspended time. I came to this city over fifty years ago. And I

came here from a different reality of the Earth! And I'll explain earthly realities later. But since I've

come here, all those years ago, I've not physically aged here! And the reality of that fact is, of course,

unexplainable. It can only be believed via faith.

 And I don't know how to properly communicate this, but those residents of this city who

know me personally, realize my appearance will never change for as long as I'm required to stay

here. But who has sent me here? The answer to that question is the "leaders" of my reality of Earth.

And why have I been sent here? The answer to that question is that I'm supposed to change the

"character" and "personality" of this city. And I'll explain all those duties and phenomena in more

detail later, but for now, let me attempt to tell you what this book will hopefully be about.

 First, let's acknowledge that this book will no doubt be a somewhat disorganized and

basically unstructured literary effort. And it will be the second book-length prose composition offered

for mankind's perusal by the so-called "enclave of artists" who now reside along the north shore of

this city's river. And it will also be basically a collection of philosophical statements made by various

members of that so-called enclave, as well as a disclosure of various truthful occurrences which,

depending upon one's viewpoint, either through fate, chance, or predestination befell various

residents of this city where otherworldly, as well as other-reality events and "interventions" are

known to occur.

 My name is Ralph Hawk, and I've come to this "reality" of the earth from one of its

fifty-three other "parallel," or perhaps one might term them "sibling" realities. And I'm here at the

behest of the Masters of Heaven, and have already been here for a long while. And I'm living here

in a city divided geographically and economically by a river; wealthier individuals live north of that

river, while those poorer live south of it.

 And, as I've said, I'll explain parallel or "concurrent" earthly realities more elaborately later

in this chapter, although that's already been thoroughly done by Joseph Same in his book "The

Same Tapes." And I'm certain also that Rashon Leyf and F. John Surells will likewise attempt

explanations of parallel realities in some of their upcoming chapters. For now however, suffice it to

say that there are fifty-four distinct "tracts" or "channels" of existence functioning upon planet

Earth today! And most of you who'll read this written work will no doubt be residents of the

certain one of those which all humans, within all realities consider to be the foremost, or at least

most influential. It's termed "Earth One," and it's one of forty realities which contain human life.

 And, obviously the humans of my reality of origin do physically "look like" those of Earth

One. And that's also the case with the mortal inhabitants of most of such earthly realities which do

feature what we know is human life. But, in some realities the "appearance" of mortals is quite

unlike that of those who inhabit Earth One. In fact, some realities have humans who approximate

the description of earthly robots, while still others have men and women whose physiognomy is

usually depicted by residents of Earth One as that of "life forms" from outer space.

 But personally, I was born, and lived for thirty some years in the earthy reality designated

Parallel Reflections. And if the truth be told, I believe my reality of origin is basically equal to Earth

One in regard to all aspects of human mortal life. Yet, there's one substantial difference between the

two, i.e. while Parallel Reflections doesn't possess all the computers and other various devices which

help the humans of Earth One contend with all the complexities of life prevalent in a complex reality,

my reality of origin has mastered the phenomena of "time-travel" and "reality crossover." Thus, in

my mind, Parallel Reflections should really be considered technologically superior to Earth One.

 And because the humans of Parallel Reflections are capable of time travel and reality

crossover, they sometimes "intervene" in the affairs of other realities. And, for all it's accomplished

in all aspects of human existence, Earth One still has not consummated performance of either time

travel or reality crossover.

 Thus, though Earth One is a virtual "powerhouse" of money-making possibilities, numerous

philosophies concerning all matters relevant to human life, transportation methods, food production

and distribution capabilities, generally accepted guidelines of law and morality (though of course

they're often ignored or side stepped), and yes, armaments of destruction which its various nations

can use to "protect" themselves from one another; this reality in which I've now spent many years

is, in my opinion at least, in regard to my reality of origin, and I'm thinking to a number of others as

well, secondary in what is truly "substantive." And as concerns all that's also socially, and probably

one could say, "humanly" important, I think Earth One has definite strides to make. Yes, my reality

of origin surpasses it in those "fields" as well.

But yet, despite all I've just said, I like it here in Earth One! And I don't know if I'll be able to

convey the following thought to you via words as I "understand" it mentally. While vast

technological, and perhaps we might term them "societal" differences exist between Earth One and

Parallel Reflections, there's also what I'll designate a "fundamental" difference between them in their

"modes of lifestyle." And again, not being a "good" writer, I'm struggling here to describe that

"difference." But, in an attempt to portray it, let me use an analogy from Earth One's sport of

baseball. To me, it seems that humans from Earth One are at all times either "at bat," or "pitching" to

those at bat. There's never time here to just sit back in the stands, or even in the "dug-out," to simply

rest or watch, or perhaps reflect upon all that's occurring, has occurred, or may yet occur out on the

playing field of life.

 In other words, all of life in Earth One seems forever enshrouded by what's accepted, and

indeed deemed necessary. And that fact leads to continual hectic activity. And as far as I can tell,

there's no "real time" here (or at least very little) to simply enjoy the passage of such very real time.

All is seemingly in constant motion here. And all mortals here are in constant conflict with each

other. And no, I don't mean that crimes are being committed continually here, or that wars are

progressing incessantly. But there is a constant "all pervasive paranoia" present in Earth One

which, frankly, I can't remember as having known in my reality of origin.

And it's the answer I received from Joseph Same's wife Sharon, when I asked her to assess

the differences between Earth One and Parallel Reflections (her and my reality of origin) that's on my

mind just now. Sharon said she basically concurred with my assessment of those differences, and

went on to say that it seemed to her as though everyone in Earth One was living, as she termed it,

"consistently at that apex" which Joe referred to in his book when he stated that such was " the point

at which the loneliness of fear, met the alienation of uncertainty."

 And last year, during the occurrence of those virtually unbelievable events in the life of

Joseph Same (as documented in the book I referenced earlier in this chapter), I decided, with sanction

granted me by my superiors from Parallel Reflections, to undertake the establishment of what I term

an "artistic enclave" along the north bank of this city's river. And since then many "artistic types,"

some actually from other parallel realities, have relocated here. But most of those who've resettled

here, as you might surmise, have been lifelong residents of Earth One. And of those who've come

here from areas of this reality, most have been Americans, but some have also come from nations

other than the U.S.A. And of all those mortals who've thus far resettled here, a small number,

including Joseph Same and Charles Platt, or Corzer as he's called, have moved to the near north side

of this city from either other sections within this city, or areas near its boundaries. And whether right

or wrong, and perhaps unexpectedly, it's such people as they who pique my interest most of all. And

I've become quite close to some of those people, especially Orlon Braem and Jane Doer. And both of

them were born into wealthy north side families years ago, but now both have sold expensive homes

on the far north side to be able to live with us here near the river.

 Bur all those "artists" who've recently relocated here, be they from differing areas of the

U.S.A., nations other than it, or even, as in a few instances, from other earthly realities, seem to

agree with my viewpoint concerning Earth One's continual emphasis on immediate, non-ending

activity. And thus, maybe we who write this book should make that one of our priorities, i.e. let's try

to slow down this fast paced reality! Let's try to "see," or at least attempt to learn if life can actually

be enjoyed here!

 And although the just mentioned goal should probably be looked upon as the primary effect,

or hopeful alteration of human conduct which this book might instill, nonetheless it's also my hope

that all that's written here will paint a figurative "mural" of at least some of the most consequential

elements of human temporal life. And, of course, whoever may wish to accept what's said here as

true may do so freely and correctly; yet, conversely, whoever may wish to doubt the "sensibilities"

and/or disclosures found herein, won't affect the veracity of those sensibilities, nor the actuality of

occurrence of all disclosures found herein. Yes, all that's written in this book is true. I've no doubt

about that. But I'd better give you at least a small portion of background here.

In his book "The Same Tapes," Joseph Same stated that mankind is indeed divided into

four all-inclusive groups, i.e. true artists, real artists, students of the highway, and the "status-quo."

But, as I stated earlier in this chapter, I'm not completely convinced that a very rigid and iron-clad

classification system exists amongst mortals. Nonetheless, for the purpose of clarity amidst all that's

written in this book, I'd ask those of you who read it to accept those divisions of mankind as being

real, at least during such time as you're reading these pages. And my thanks in advance for that!

So, let's now "deal with" the so-called "classifications of mankind." In the event you've not

read "The Same Tapes," or had those delineations of humanity previously explained to you, here's a

basic description of them. True artists are the actual creators of art. Their contributions to mankind

show humanity what life is "really" like, and about. And, of course their art encompasses many

formats, i.e. painted art, music, performance art, literary works, and also "creations" realized through

the use of previously unaltered objects - and that refers to phenomena such as crafts, sculpture,

architecture, etc.

 Real artists are that very large segment of humankind which simply lives life correctly. Its

members are not creative per se, but are responsible to themselves and their societies. Thus, they

don't become burdens to those societies.

 Students of the highway are also a vast portion of humanity. And that grouping of humankind

from which this book takes its name is comprised of such mortals as who are still, at whatever age in

their lives they may be, seeking their proper place among the four divisions of mankind. And, some

students of the highway will remain students of life all their lives. In other words, they'll never

become artists either true or real; nor will they ever join that unfortunate fourth group of mankind, the

"status-quo."

 And the "status-quo" is that genre of mortals which is ever engaged in an effort to promote

sameness and blandness. Thus it holds the past rather than the present or future to be the most

important saga of humanity. And here's what Joseph Same said about the "status-quo" in his book:

"To them, all that ever was, is all that will ever be."

 But there's also an ancillary group of mortals whom Joseph Same has placed within the

student classification. And those who comprise that ancillary grouping of mankind carry with them

the unfortunate title "good times seekers," or "pleasure seekers of today." Yes, they're the pleasure

seekers of the present. They're living to experience "good times" while they still can. But as

Joseph Same told us in his book, sometimes "good times" are quickly ended.

 And, as is also referenced in "The Same Tapes," our planet, Earth, has what are termed

"parallel realities." They exist concurrent to one another, but remain unseen to each other. Yet, very

rarely, mortals from any one certain reality may be "called upon" by their Master in the skies to

"intervene" within the affairs of realities other than the one of their birth. And when that occurs,

those "other-reality travelers" usually attempt to solve certain problems or dilemmas which may

exist within the realities they've been dispatched to. But such intervention between realities is rare,

yet does occur from time to time at the behest of the Masters of heaven.

 And, for some reason, perhaps mostly because of its somewhat unnatural division of citizens

which I alluded to before, this particular city in which I now reside has had a disproportionate

amount of other-reality mortals living within it. In fact, both Joseph Same's current and former

wives were not from this reality; nor am I who, as I mentioned earlier, am "looked upon" as the

leader of our enclave of artists. So, though it may be difficult to accept as factual, evidently there

have been numerous other-reality visitors and/or immigrants living in this city over the years.

 But all of us here today, who now live along this city's northern river bank, have now,

regardless of from whence we've relocated here, dedicated our very lives to the furtherance of the

arts. Yet, what's probably of more importance than even that, is that all of us here believe in the

ability of mankind to be basically moral and good, as well as accepting of its various races,

nationalities, and yes, realities.

 And, as an aside, one of our people recently informed me that he'd seen a mysterious woman

driving around our city in a 1955 Chev. And he said he began to follow her, but she then led him out

to a deserted road outside the city. And he said he then decided he'd better not pursue her any further.

And if I hear any more about this, I'll inform you later.
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"INVISIBLE" by Tarak Ghosh

Crime and Passion

For 18+

This book is available only on Amazon…

"INVISIBLE" by Tarak Ghosh
Crime and Passion
For 18+

This book is available only on Amazon
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 'INVISIBLE' is a story of a mysterious killer who kills guys after having sex. CCTV surveillance system never captures her. When she appears, sexy night turns into deadly nightmares; sexual pleasure turns into pleasure of death. When she disappears, she left behind venom infected dead bodies.
She is pretty with blue eyes, long brown hair, trim waist and slight hips. She is venomous, invisible and a sex maniac. This crime fiction also focuses on the deeper meaning of life & complexities of relationships.

Insurance agent Rick was her first target. One morning he was found dead in his apartment. CCTV footage reveals that the only person who entered Rick's room before his murder was Mrs. Howard. However, physical evidences reveal the presence of another woman.
The task of solving the murder case fell to Detective Frank Davis. Meanwhile, Assistant Detective Robert Wilson was mysteriously killed. He was sexually tortured before killing. However, he managed to record a shot of that mysterious killer.
Frank found a ray of light in the dark when he met Alex, a journalist friend of his Bengali wife Lily who led him to Chang Huwan.
Chang revealed a secret that was a common thread between all the men killed and the mysterious killer.
Disclaimer: This story contains extreme language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, superstition, paranormal activities, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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 Chapter 1

 An Introduction To "The Students Of The Highway"

 Written By Rashon Leyf

 I don't want this opening chapter to become complex. Most likely there'll be plenty of complexity,…

 Chapter 1

 An Introduction To "The Students Of The Highway"

 Written By Rashon Leyf

 I don't want this opening chapter to become complex. Most likely there'll be plenty of complexity, ambiguity, and just plain disorganization in the chapters which shall follow this one. Rather, I simply want to state a little bit about how this book came about, and what it contains.

 "The Students Of The Highway" was actually the second prose composition undertaken by the "literary types" who live amongst us here in the city. Yet, it didn't become the second book to be formally published here, that distinction went to "The Clarity Zones," a rather unstructured effort which told some stories about certain characters named Jim, Marsha, and Pam. But that wasn't all "The Clarity Zones" concerned itself with, the search for "organized living" was stressed within it also.

And, of course the first book produced by our "artistic enclave" was Joseph Same's "The Same Tapes." And "The Students Of The Highway" is loosely based upon two assertions made by Joseph Same in "The Same Tapes." And those postulations are that first, planet Earth actually has fifty-four distinct "realities of existence" functioning upon it, and second, that mankind is divided into four basic classifications, with one of those, The Students Of The Highway, being the entity from which this book derives its title. But "The Students Of The Highway" classification, unlike the other three, is comprised of two separate divisions. And all of this will be clarified for you as this book progresses – I hope.

 And, this is a book primarily about journeys, realizations, and occurrences both commonplace and barely believable. And like "The Same Tapes," it has no definite "flow" to the chapters. Rather, developments are basically written about in the order they happened, but even that policy is deviated from. Also, you should know that two chapters herein appeared previously as internet postings. But, those chapters will be repeated here so as to keep the "unfolding" of this book intact as much as that may be possible. And now that these opening remarks have been made, I hope your understanding of what will surely be another disjointed literary effort has been enhanced.

 THE STUDENTS OF THE HIGHWAY

 Chapter 2

 R.F.: We Love You

 Written By Rashon Leyf

 I know that my friend and co-contributor to this book, F. John Surells, has stated that each month, he, Ralph Hawk, and myself will release one chapter of it. And now, here it is, the time to post the initial chapter, and what happens – we put out the first two! Well, as you may expect, there's a previously unplanned reason for this action.

 There is a sort of arrogant, but yet in many ways charming individual named R.F. Husnik who visits our city from time to time. He's a worldly-wise, creative type I guess you might say, and everyone here always enjoys his company when he does favor us with it. And though he seems to enjoy portraying a sort of "tough guy" persona, everyone here in the city can see right through him; and we do have such good times with him when he infrequently appears here.

 But, as fate would have it, he was spending a few days here at the very time that Ralph wished me to write the introduction to this book. And, when I completed those introductory words per Ralph's instruction ("keep it short" he said), he (Ralph) was pleased with them, but when we showed them to R.F. for his appraisal, he made some derogatory remarks about them, most of which concerned their paucity.

 And a friendly debate pursued then about Chapter One of this book. And Ralph, John (F. John Surells), and myself championed its structure as it is, but Husnik said that he found it to be simply too short, and too "contrived" also, yet he refused to tell us what he meant by that latter term. Thus, after a good-natured discussion of a few moments' duration, Ralph and R.F. agreed that we should settle this "dispute" by having me write a rather nonsensical, and previously unexpected second chapter to "The Students Of The Highway." And, as per request, I went home then and did so; and the "fruits" of that literary challenge follow here now. And I hope you'll be able to enjoy those "fruits." And also, Ralph wanted me to tell you that next month we'll definitely begin to adhere to the one chapter per month promise. But, until then, here's the rest of chapter two.

 Gosh, you're such a nice guy R.F.! But earlier today you criticized the brevity of my introductory first chapter to this book. Yet, I was told to keep it short! After all, it was supposed to be an introduction! Still, to further assuage your large ego, let's state this once more: "Gosh, you're such a nice guy R.F.!"

 And whenever you visit our city, all of us here feel like the poor man who once begged for only the crumbs from another man's table. And, oh yes, thus do we here implore you to spare us but a few of the insights generated within a mind known to, as they say, "fight the flow."

 And, you have I sense a giving heart, yet no wish to impart confusion real or supposed. And, I wonder how many dare to tread where you've already trod. And, whenever we've spoken, I've wondered how many of my fellow mortals can look into a mirror and tell themselves they're really free.

 But when we have a party here, in the city, we like to have all parties, meaning the political as well as the just usually involved, in attendance. And then, sometimes we ask them about you R.F.. And then, sometimes they tell us stories about your times. And you must have had many times, many times in the past. But I only know you through your visits to our city; although I've heard you're a well-known man now – basically.

 And I know that whenever you visit our city we always beg you to stay when it's time for you to leave. And I guess, though we'd like to have you stay here with us permanently, your fate is to remain where life "imPACK's." And that last sentence refers to the fact that you live in that famous football city. And yes, I like to watch your favorite team on T.V.
 Novella pricing tag:www.authors.com,2014-07-08:3798404:Topic:184169 2014-07-08T20:16:59.385Z Toby Whaymand http://www.authors.com/profile/TobyWhaymand
Hi Guys

Here a hard question... because people judge quality on pricing, if you go too low people will assume the book isn't great and if you go too high people will not buy it.

My novella is a decent size but it's still a novella so I'm thinking £1.30 or rather $2.23

What do you guys think?

Thanks

Toby

Hi Guys

Here a hard question... because people judge quality on pricing, if you go too low people will assume the book isn't great and if you go too high people will not buy it.

My novella is a decent size but it's still a novella so I'm thinking £1.30 or rather $2.23

What do you guys think?

Thanks

Toby


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MI6 oversight report on Lee Rigby murder: US web giants offer 'safe haven for TERRORISM'
When it's finally too late to do anything constructive people will probably wake up. By then the only thing they could do is go on strike and collapse the financial system - how likely is that do you think?
El Reg reanimates Cash'n'Carrion merchandising tentacle
Considering the price of the fsck'ing moleskin notebook I don't think I'd be able to afford it!
BIG FAT Lies: Porky Pies about obesity
Re: Selfishness
Try riding the bike over rough terrain at that speed and tell me if it's more or less scarey ? :P
'Snoopers' Charter IS DEAD', Lib Dems claim as party waves through IP address-matching
It's childs play to spoof a MAC address you know.
Re: And another thing
"And I think I can say, since I'm not a Labour MP, that Rochester White Van Man is stupid since he has just been fooled into voting for someone who regards him as a useful idiot helping him get into power"
Are you sure about your facts here?..
"He (Dan Ware) is the sort of voter Labour needs on its side if it is to stand any chance at next year's general election, but is so disaffected with politics he says he "can't even remember when I last voted" because: "No matter who you have in, it doesn't matter." He had not even been aware that a by-election was happening in Rochester and Strood before reporters started knocking on his door. "
So he wasn't fooled into voting at all.
Sony quietly POODLE-proofs Playstations
Where? Bastards, with their long tails and twitchy little noses - now I won't get ANY work done today.
Two driverless cars stuffed with passengers are ABOUT TO CRASH - who should take the hit?
I seem to recall from my hang-gliding training that there is a standard direction to swerve (to port I think) in the event of an imminent collision.
Re: Ask Asimov
"1.A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm."
The problem with this law is the 'through inaction' bit and that superceding the 'obey human orders' bit.
Remove that (or put it below the obeying a human) bit and you're golden. If someone orders a robot to do something that (through inaction) allows someone to die, then the responsibility is the humans, not the robots - exactly as it should be.
This is not even a logical question.
"Last week Fujitsu CTO Joseph Reger raised the example of two autonomously driven vehicles, both containing human passengers, en route for an "inevitable" head-on collision on a mountain road"
Unless the two AI's are in (fast) communication there is only one decision process going on here.
Each AI must make the best decision available to it for the humans it is currently responsible for. It is not in charge of the 'other' vehicles occupants therefore cannot decide.
What if the other car doesn't have an AI?
What if the other cars AI has comms problems?
What if the other AI is making a similar decision to sacrifice it's own humans based on slightly differently biased information - everyone would die!
The only thing we can program an AI with in terms of morality is the equivalent of a human.
For example, you are driving your family along a road at night. All of a sudden a similar group of people to yours has just emerged from a hidden path and is now, on foot, directly in front of you.
You only have time to
a) brake as hard as you can and plough into the pedestrians
b) take avoiding action and drive you and your family off the road, next to which is a 200 ft drop to a river meaning almost certain death.
I would choose a) in an instant. I would also choose a) after some serious thought as well since it offers the most chance to the most people. If I try and avoid them, me and my family would almost certainly die, if I hit them me and my family would almost certainly survive. For the pedestrians, they would certainly survive if I went off the cliff - but they may stand a better chance to survive being hit by a car than we would by hitting a river after a 200 ft nosedive.
In essence, most of the time you can only act to save yourself and those you are responsible for as it taps into your basic instincts for survival - anything else will take up precious moments and everyone could die.
Useless 'computer engineer' Barbie FIRED in three-way fsck row
Re: Pink crapfest
"in Thailand I saw more pink in the men than I did on the women."
Snort :D How could you tell?
I'm trying to work out how many levels this works on, probably one less than I think it does anyhow.
Re: Pink crapfest
I think it's referred to as 'research'.
After USA FREEDOM Act's failure, what's next for mass surveillance?
Re: @Sir Runcible Spoon
Thanks for the additional info - it just galls me that these politicians have the audacity to claim they are part of a democracy*.
*Unless my understanding of the word is at great odds with it's practical usage - which is highly likely considering the number of words that are 're-purposed' these days.
Can someone explain to me the logic of allowing one bill to be linked to another bill so it's possible to be voting for two diametrically opposed ideals at the same time?
What are the obstacles to setting it up that way?
Far Cry 4 REVIEW: It's a far cry from Far Cry 3
Psycho killer que est-ce que ce est?
Thanks for that, it gives me some idea of what I'll be laying out.
If I can convince wifey (or knock her out until the deed is done) I was planning on building a dedicated cockpit and build the PC into the frame - have some of the water cooling pipes pop out here and there. That, along with a paint-job might make it looks pretty snazzy even when not using the Rift :) It'll be bloody useless for anything else mind - but this setup is basically what I've been dreaming about since I first played Elite all those years ago - so I don't see why I should compromise.
I reckon £2k should just about do it :) (after scavenging some re-usable components from current stock)
I hear-tell that you need to push around 60fps to the Rift to reduce vision issues, what kind of rig would you need to do that?
Actually I'd be more interested to see how the 360 version plays, since I'm not going to bother with the next-gen consoles (saving up for a super-rig to play elite with an OR when it gets released)
Didn't you know? That's the uzi-9mm stealth option!
Blackpool hotel 'fines' couple £100 for crap TripAdvisor review
Re: Sounds like a business plan
I read on another site that the clause did, in fact, state 'per review' - and it was against the organiser - so if you organised a pensioners outing for 10 to Blackpool and two of them posted a negative review, the organiser would be charged £200.
There's no way this is legal.
Re: Sounds like a business plan
Assuming (for a second) that the penalty is enforceable, does it say 'per bad review' ? If not then you could also report them to the Police for fraud/theft/whatever :)
Cyber security: Do the experts need letters after their name?
Re: Professionalism by degrees
"A degree shows that you know how to research and study, but it doesn't necessarily mean you know your subject well"
Couldn't agree more. Having recently been asked to provide high and low level designs for new technologies (that I've never touched before) in under a month is always going to be a struggle, but having a good general knowledge and with the proper attitude you get it done.
On a subsequent call I was asked to deliver yet another set of designs for one of a choice of security systems. I was asked which one I preferred to do, to which I responded - "I don't mind, I'm equally ignorant of all of them". No-one minds that kind of answer if they know you have got what it takes to do the job anyway and it's an approach I often take at interviews as well.
"Nope - I don't know the answer to that, but I can find out fairly quickly because I understand all the underlying principles involved"
BOFH: An UNHOLY MATCH forged amid the sweet smell of bullsh*t
Re: Wow!
Ed(w)i(na)'s in the space time continuum?
Ok, how about
"next week, same echo location"?
Re: yes, yes, YES!!
'"See," Gina says, "I do this crap year in year out, and I hate it – but it pays really well'
Wow, that's my career all in one line :D
DEATH fails to end mobile contract: Widow forced to take HUBBY's ASHES into shop
Re: Shops are jsut for selling, not support.
Call them to let them know you are cancelling the account as of date dd/mm/yyyy and that you will be instructing your bank to cancel the direct debit.
Any further attempts to debit your account will incur a penalty fee of £100 to cover costs of clearing your credit rating and any time wasted trying to deal with the company in question.
Penalties must be paid within 28 days of invoice (and do send them one) and will attract late payment fees of an additional £15 if missing plus interest at 5% per month.
Put that in a letter, recorded delivery, to the finance director or company secretary - making sure to scan it first and also send it via email if you can find an account.
Don't wait for them to dick you around, go in with your steel toe-capped, hob nailed boots right from the off.
Space Commanders rebel as Elite:Dangerous kills offline mode
Re: Standard mistake to make
@Dan1980 Well said.
Online games generate stress, I play games to *reduce* stress. Back to Odyssey 3011.
Attack reveals 81 percent of Tor users but admins call for calm
Tracer Rounds and triangulation
Imagine your network traffic as bullets from a gun.
It's much easier for the enemy to locate your position if you are using tracer rounds and rapid fire (lots of traffic and identifiable cookies etc.) or even to use sound triangulation if you are not.
The individual sniper shot from a fresh location in the midst of a battle is much harder to track down.
Mastercard and Visa to ERADICATE password authentication
Re: Marta Janus
I thought he'd gone one a tour of the outer planets.
Could YOU identify these 10 cool vintage mobile phones?
I had a Nokia 9110 Communicator and with a few bolted together connectors etc. and the zed? software I managed to console onto Sun boxes, and also Cisco routers etc.
Good bit of kit at the time.
UK PM Cameron says Internet must not 'be an ungoverned space'
Re: ISPs?
What has it got to do with the ISP's? They haven't created the material, and they haven't 'propogated' it either, they have merely provided a set of wet strings along which we can communicate with one another.
The lines are probably a bit more blurred when it comes to search engines though.
Re: "extremist material" "hatred"
I hope they do ban the UKIP website, it might actually wake the sleeping masses. I find it hard to credit how dense some people can be sometimes.
You can warn people of impending doom 'til your face turns purple and they will blithely ignore it, and once said doom appears upon them they wail 'why weren't we warned?'
Would it be extremist of me to promote a form of democracy where you have to exhibit an understanding of the issues before you are allowed to vote? (or at least even an awareness of the issues)
Re: Cameron talking crap again
Take your stinking paws off my internet you damn dirty politician!
Poll trolls' GCHQ script sock puppets manipulate muppets
Don't wind me up, that puts the wind right up me.
£2k burning a hole in your pocket? Let this 'advanced' DRONE relieve you
Re: Meh! say the multirotor community
"and functional aero for taking Craner at 115mph"
Isn't that what power-slides are for? :)
Re: Meh! say the multirotor community
If you are going to buy something already built (as opposed to building it yourself) you could do a lot worse than an Arial Atom 300 :D
'Tech giants who encrypt comms are unwittingly aiding terrorists', claims ex-Home Sec Blunkett
Re: Use a VPN? Use SSL/TLS? Well, you are a terrorist
I remember when I changed my surname, it was squarely aimed to hit my father where it hurt the most - his pride.
15 years on and the only contact from him since was to wish me dead on my 40th birthday, so I reckon I hit the target bang on :)
One hard ghoulie: 1985's Ghosts 'n Goblins
Re: i would be rich today..
If only all parents took such care to bring their offspring up with realistic expectations of the world and how fucking rock-hard it can be - but can be overcome if you persevere :)
My personal favourite was Wonder Boy - 10p spent in the pub and 20 minutes later I was still on the same 10p - it wasn't until I took up pool though that I got people to buy me drinks after they lost :) another valuable lesson learned !
So long, thanks for all the ...er, FISH BRIGHTER than boffins thought
Re: I had zebra fish ...
Damn, the days of comparing my wife's memory to that of a goldfish are done.
Plasma-spaffing boffins plan spaceships driven by FRIKKIN' LASERS
Re: Saw this on Larry Niven/Jerry Pournelle's novel, Footfall
Unfortunately unless you have some way of making course corrections this method will announce your arrival in the target system quite some time before you arrive.
Brazil greenlights $200m internet cable to Europe in bid to outfox NSA
Re: IN OTHER WORDS...
"All your cable
s are belong to U.S."
UK smart meters arrive in 2020. Hackers have ALREADY found a flaw
Re: "allowing them to illegally slash their energy bills"
"They can happily set it the consumption to binary zero by remote so they can do pretty much whatever they like."
If we were talking about unpaid bills, warning letters etc. before that happening then that's one thing, what I don't like is the prospect of someone deciding to cut my power off just for kicks (I'm not just referring to the power companies here) and bucks.
If these things are hackable without physical access and are capable of turning my power off, I will do everything I can to safeguard the device from remote interference, regardless of whatever 'security' measures these things are eventually supplied with.
Re: Oh, it is going to be fun
Care to recommend some? (Locks, not locksmiths!)
Re: "allowing them to illegally slash their energy bills"
The production of power in this country is about to drop off a cliff. If they can set limits on consumption during peak periods via these meters then I would think that would be high on their 'this is why we want these in at any cost' list.
Re: Faraday cage
"why the meters can't have a communication module that can be remotely wired into the meter,"
They (currently) have no gov-given right to drill holes in your house.
Carders offer malware with the human touch to defeat fraud detection
Re: "the wife"
I encourage everyone to upvote the above comment as I believe it is the comment of the week.
Re: My golden rule since my card was cloned at a Texaco petrol station
Thanks for all the replies and corrections, can't say I disagree with any of them.
It's true I might be over-thinking it, but it has always offended me for some reason (not sure if having ADHD has any bearing on it particularly).
I have a similar (but stronger) reaction when people use the word 'baby' as if it were a name - that one really gets on my goat.
"How is baby today?"
"We mustn't allow baby to rule our lives now must we?"
Grrrr. Still discussing this is a lot better than writing the 'do-or-die' design doc that must be written today :)
Re: My golden rule since my card was cloned at a Texaco petrol station
I've often wondered why people refer to 'the wife' as if they were just one of many possessed items(as in 'owned' rather than the 'demonic' variety of possession).
eg. Just the other day I was saying to the television...
I know saying 'my wife' is fairly similar, but seems more acceptable as
1) it indicates that there is only one
2) infers a degree of familiarity rather than distance
Can anyone clarify this oddity for me? I've never quite understood it.
No nudity, please, we're GAMING: Twitch asks players to cover up
Re: Pasties
"pasties, nipple tassels
trash, rubbish
1st floor, ground floor"
Ok, I'll bite...
Where are the ground floors in US buildings then?
Inside the EYE of the TORnado: From Navy spooks to Silk Road
Guily of running a TOR node
In relation to the comment about being culpable for traffic that exits via your node - if one is guilty - surely all are guilty - including the government agencies also running exit nodes.
Feds seek potential 'second Snowden' gov doc leaker – report
Re: eak-spa ig-pa atin-la?
Can it be that they are now aware of the Streisand effect? Wonders will never cease.
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