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Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Three – Part Five
Chapter Three Continued…
He woke up suddenly, still confused by the dream he just had. It took him a few seconds for his eyes to focus properly and then he realized that this was reality! He was in his own bed, and Karen was sound asleep next to him.
"Great." He muttered, regretting that the dream he had just had was nothing more than what it was… A dream. He sat up in bed and glanced over at the clock.
7:12AM it read.
Yep. He was home. Karen was softly snoring, and that damn clock ticked so bloody loud that it didn't need an alarm!
He sighed, disgruntled with how this was, and he wondered why he couldn't have stayed in the dream. At least in the last dream he was with someone who he desired, unlike the one he was with now.
He glanced over at her and could only wonder, Who is this woman in my bed? He regretted this life, and wondered why he even stayed.
He got up out of bed quietly, so not to wake her, and crept into the bathroom to wash his face. Yes, he more or less trudged into that bathroom. He was tired, and it was obvious why. The sequence of dreams had him at a loss as to what was going on and why. He washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror. Just as he vaguely recalled from every other time he looked in the mirror, nothing had changed, except now he was older. He looked older. He could see a few greys in his hair, which he always had a habit of plucking out. And he now had a defining small scar on his chin. He still had no idea how it got there. His obsessive behavious casued him to wash his face once again with that herbal soap and he rinsed his face with cold water, not once but three times before he looked at himself again.
"Man." He muttered. "You look terrible."
"You look fine." He heard Karen say from behind him.
He turned and looked at her. She looked the same as she always did in the mornings. Tacky creame color cotton nightie and hair looking like a birds nest. Finally this was reality!
"Morning babe." He said, smiling, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Mornin' sweety." She replied, as she kissed him back. He glanced her over, then walked out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen and poured himself a large cup of coffee, then went and sat out on the balcony and prepared to watch the day go by.
He sighed heavily, and realized that everything he had witnessed had been nothing more than a dream, and that made him depressed.
It was yet another Rostered Day Off for him, so he could afford to relax today. He had no intention of doing anything, except maybe perving on Tara, if she happened to be in the courtyeard below. How he hoped she would be there!
He leaned forward in his chair and spied down into the courtyard below, hoping that he would catch a glimpse of Tara, sunbathing by the pool. No such luck. The only person down there was the guy who cleaned the pool, and that was it. Nothing sexy about that guy at all.
He sat back in his chair and looked off to the distance. As he sat there reflecting over the series of dreams which made no sense, he bagn to wonder if this was all that there was to his life. He wanted more than what he had. He wanted to be happy, but he was far from that. He had a comfortable home, but that was not enough.
He knew that there had to be more than this.
There was a time when he had a certain happiness, but those days when he was a child, when he would spend his holidays at his parents cabin was a distant memory, and could never be regained.
He longed for those days again. He closed his eyes and could remember the cabin vividly.
His parents owned a log cabin at a small retreat in the forest, near the Glasshouse Mountains. He could remember that nearly every Summer they would make the long trip up to the cabin to spend a few weeks in "tranquility". The cabin was isolated enough from prying eyes, which made a good excuse for other vacationers to go skinny-dipping in the nearby river.
Alex could remember the feelings of that place. How the air smelt so crisp and fresh, the sounds of the tropical birds, the noise of other children as they played. All too vivid those memories were, which made him smile.
He chuckled to himself as he could now smell that same crisp pine in the air.
"Ahh. How I have missed that." He whispered. He opened his eyes and what he saw was not his balcony, but he was there, at the retreat, standing in the midst of the forest. He shook his head and looked around quickly, wondering how and why he was there.
Everything he remembered was there. That smell of morning dew was very strong, and the scent of pine was in the air, just as he had remembered. He could hear tropical birds singing their morning song from around him, as well as the sound of the nearby river, and the morning fog was beginning to settle.
"This is too wierd." He said as stared around slowly. He was shocked to be in the place from his childhood, but he wasn't afraid. More curious than anything else.
In the distance he could smell something cooking and he knew exactly what that smell was. It was the smell of pancakes. Not just any pancakes, but the pancakes his mother made.
"Mama." he said softly, as he started to walk hurriedly in the direction of his parents cabin.
He had no idea what to expect when he would see his mother, and he really didn't care. He just wanted to see his mom. As he hurried towards the cabin, he was filled with a mix of emotions. It had been many many years since she died, and although there was a part of him that was angry at her for leaving him, he was also anticipating and almost yearning to be held by her again. In his arms he felt safe.
"Alex." He heard a voice suddenly say from behind him. He stopped and turned around quickly but saw no-one. He glanced slowly around, expecting to see something out of the ordinary but didn't. He shrugged his shoulders and turned back towards the cabin.
"Don't do it kid." He heard that same voice warn sternly. He stopped and glanced around again. Nothing.
"Must be my imagination." He whispered, "And if it's my imagination I can do whatever I want."
"I know what you're intending to do kid." It said, this time it's voice was closer than before.
He froze and stared. Something was there alright. But what?
"Don't be alarmed," It said from behind him.
Alex turned to see a person standing infront of him, dressed in a black cloak, his face hidden under the hood.
He was taken aback, but he was not afraid. He just stepped back and sized up this person. "Who are you supposed to be?" He asked, "Some kind of Druid or Sith?"
The apparation ignored his comment. "I know what you're intending to do kid." He said once again, "Do you think that by revealing yourself to her that will change anything."
"Maybe." Alex said without thinking. "What would you know anyway?"
"You cannot change what is to come Alex." He said, "She has a destiny to fulfil, just as you do. Telling her events that are yet to unfold will not save her."
"She's my mother!" He retorted, as he started to walk off.
The apparation grabbed him firmly by the arm and pushed him to the ground. "Don't be an idiot Alex." It said harshly, "Think about your actions carefully. If you follow this course of action to the end it will not end well for you and those you love will have died for nothing."
Alex said nothing. He lay there on the ground and stared at the apparation for a moment. "You would do the same thing if you were me." He said as he quickly scrambled to his feet and ran off.
The apparation didn't follow. Instead he pulled the hood back to reveal his face. Alex ran and glanced back to see if he was being followed and for a split second he caught a glimpse of the apparation, and in that moment he could have sworn that the apparation was himself.
He stopped and looked back, but the apparation was gone. He stood there and tried to second guess what he saw, but it made no sense. That apparation certainly looked like him, but it couldn't have.
It made no sense. He looked back in the direction he was going, then glanced back once more before he ran off towards the cabin.
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What will happen next? Stay tuned to find out as more will follow.
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Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Three – Part Four
Chapter Three Continued…
He awoke with a gasp and in a cold sweat. He sat upright quickly and felt his chest, then his groin. He wasn't bleeding and his balls were still intact. There was a certain sigh of relief, and he glanced around the room. Yep, he was again in Tara's bedroom, and she was sound asleep next to him. He sighed heavily and went to get up, sitting on the side of the bed and rested his head in the palms of his hands. His head still ached from yesterday, although now he wasn't sure why exactly.
He glanced at the clock-radio next to the bed and it continued to flash 00:00AM.
"Great." He whispered as he stood up and walked down the hall into the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water then he stood and stared at himself in the mirror, and tried to figure out just how he ended up in Tara's bed. By now he had given up trying to figure out anything, as no matter what he did, things weren't as they seemed, and he really started to believe that he had finally gone insane.
He washed his face again, then looked back in the mirror. He gasped in fright, and turned to see Tara standing there in the doorway, leaning against the wall.
"Morning sleepyhead." She said, "You okay?"
He hesitated for a second, then answered, "Yeah. Fine. Just bad dreams."
"Again?" She said, as she moved passed him, kissed him on the cheek, then began to brush her teeth. "Ya know you may wanna talk to someone about that."
"About what?"
She rinsed her mouth then answered, "The dreams. Obviously there is something locked away in your subconscious that is trying to tell you something." She paused to wipe her face, then continued, "There are some good hypnotherapists around who deal with that sorta thing."
"Yeah, I will keep that in mind." He said, then asked, puzzled, "By the way, how did I end up here last night?"
"You don't remember loverboy?"
He shook his head "No."
"Lets just say that we had the best night, last night sweety." Was her response as she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately.
That scent again! That scent that drove him wild was dominant again, and he could feel his manhood swelling by the feeli of her body next to his.
"Not now baby." She said, gently squeezing his cock, "Later, okay."
He nodded and smiled. His eyes followed her as she walked out and went into the kitchen.
"Hey you hungry?" She called out.
He turned and looked at himself in the mirror again, and wondered if this was again a dream. He wasn't sure. Like the other nightmares, it sure seemed real.
"Eggs and toast?" She asked, popping her head in the doorway.
"Sure, that'd be nice. Thanks." He said, looking at her through the mirror.
She smiled at him and went back into the kitchen. He stood there and stared at himself in the mirror, noticing how old now looked. Strange, he hadn't noticed how the years had aged him, and although he was now in mid thirties, he seemed to look older, like in his forties. Maybe he was tired. But the bags under his eyes sure told a story. So did that small scar on his chin. He didn't remember having a scar there before, not before today anyway…
Maybe he was hallucinating…
As though he had an Obsessive Compulsive tendencies, he washed his face once again then went back into the bedroom and put his pants on before he went and joined Tara in the kitchen.
"Smells good." He said as he walked in.
"Hope you like it sweety. I'm not much of a cook, but I do try." She said, as she served his breakfast.
"It looks great." He replied, and kissed her, then sat down at the kitchen table. "So tell me," He began to say, "How exactly did I end up here last night? As the last thing I remember was being on your sofa."
"You must have hit your head hard last night when you fell out of bed." She said, smiling.
He smiled, but was not amused, more puzzled if anything.
She served up a small portion of omelette for herself then sat at the table and looked at him. He saw something in her eyes, something familiar. It was a look he had seen before from someone. But he couldn't remember who. She gently reached over and squeezed his hand and her eyes spoke a lot of unspoken words, or seemed to.
God she's beautiful. He thought to himself. That was all he could think right then. There was definitely something so familiar about this though. It was as though….
"Last night you passed out on my sofa." She began to say, "I had gone to get you a drink and when I got back you were asleep. So I didn't want to wake you and left you sleep a while."
He frowned, still confused, "That doesn't explain how I ended up in your bed, and naked."
She smiled and said, "You weren't asleep long, maybe two hours. When you woke up you checked your cell and said that you didn't want to go home. Karen had sent you afew nasty text messages last night, and going by what she said, I think it is obvious that she doesn't care about you."
"I figured that." He said, as he started to eat, "So then what?"
"We sat on in the lounge talking for a while then one thing led to another and, well, I don't have to say how wonderful you were last night." She again squeezed his hand.
Well that sure explained enough. He was satified with that, and quite frankly, he rather enjoyed being here than being back at home in the Den of Doom.
He smiled at her, and continued eating, while she sat and watched him eat. Although he was flattered that she chose to sit and watch him eat, at the same time he did find it uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. He chose to enjoy her company rather than say what he thought.
As much as he enjoyed being there and enjoyed her attention, he knew that he had to get back to reality and face the music at home. He really did not want to read the message on his phone, but he knew he had to. That would tell him what type of mood Karen was in, and going by those messages he would know whether to go home of not.
He picked up his phone went and stood and in the kitchen and looked at the display on his cell. He had 35 unread messages.
"Damn." He muttered.
"What is it?" Tara asked, coming over to him.
"35 messages." He said then thought, Just like in the dream.
Tara looked at him but didn't say a word. Her eyes spoke what she thought, and even though she may have been right, he had to read them. With a heavy sigh he flipped open the phone and opened his inbox. Just as he assumed, all messages were from Kaz, and just as it was in his nightmare, most messages were easily deletable and non relevant, with the exception of the last few.
Among the many messages of "Where are you?", "What time will you be home?", "Where are you, you prick!", and not to forget her ever favorite, "When you get home we need to talk!"
Before he had a chance to read the last three messages that could have only been more abusive than the last one of "Had enuf of UR games Alex! I kno who U R wif! U can bet she wont get away with dis! U n her can both rot n die!", a loud knock came on the front door, and they both knew who it was.
"Karen." They said at the same time.
Tara looked into his eyes, "You stay here. I'll talk to her." She said, already walking towards the door, finshing with, "Don't say a word."
He didn't say anything, rather he put his phone to silent mode and stood in the kitchen and listened to the commotion.
He heard Tara open the door, and then mumbling. He couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but by the tone in Karen's voice, he could tell that she was really pissed off! And why shouldn't she be! After all, he was in another womans' apartment, and had obviously fucked her six ways from Sunday!
He couldn't quite make out what Tara and Karen were talking about, but it was obvious that Karen had settled down a little, and after some moments, he heard the door close and then silence. He had no clue what happened, and after Tara didn't come back into the kitchen after afew moments, he walked softly into the lounge and looked towards the front door.
She wasn't there!
"Tara?" He said softly, "Tara?"
Where was she? He hoped that Kaz hadn't done something damn stupid, like dragged her into the hall to beat the crap out of her. And for a moment he imagined that she had, but he quickly dismissed that thought, thinking that Karen didn't have it in her to do something like that… But then again.. She was a woman scorned and she was liable to do anything!
He glanced around the room, then walked silently to the front door and peered therough the peephole. No, couldn't see her out in the hall, and he couldn't hear anything out there.
Not again. He thought, thinking that he was in another nightmare.
"Babe." He heard Tara from behind him suddenly.
He turned quickly and was startled to see her standing near the sofa. There was sadness in her eyes. He could see that she was upset. Where she had vanished to a few moments ago he really didn't care. Right now, she needed him.
"Are you okay?" He asked, going up to her and holding her close to him.
She nodded and wept. "I'll be okay." She said through tears, "That woman is a dead-set bitch."
He knew that, and he wasn't going to defend the woman he had lived with for the last ten years. He had spent the last decade in the sixth circle of hell, and that was enough for him.
He wanted to leave Karen. That was obvious and plain as the nose on his face, and now, he felt in a way, he could. This woman, Tara, was strangely familiar to him, and not because of the fantastical sex that he couldn't remember, but there was definitely something about her that he knew….
He held her close then kissed her softly on her lips. Her lips were warm, soft, almost sensual to the touch, and a part of him couldn't help but want to have sex with her right now, but now wasn't the time.
"Can I do anything for you?" he asked her.
She nodded and replied softly, "Yes. Wake up."
He looked at her, confused as hell, "What did you say?"
She looked into his eyes, "Wake up baby."
He looked at her with a strange look in his eyes, and didn't say anything. He was confused.
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Part Five up next…
About Bloodline of Darkness
Bloodline of Darkness is the second novel by C.A.Milson, and is the continuing saga of the life of Alex, a man chosen to stand against dark forces that seek to harvest the souls of humanity.
Bloodline is set ten years after Alex's encounter with the supernatural in Winmont, when he stopped the legions of darkness from destroying the small town.
Now, ten years on, Alex has forgotten all he was, and the supernatural forces have found a new way back into the world, lead by one of the chief Fallen One's, Tanzac.
In this entry I will give you, the reader, an insight into the background of who's who.
In an age where Mythology and sorcery ruled, the tribe of Mezulbite worshipped a mythical being, Tanzac, and he ruled the land with tyranny. No one knows exactly how Tanzac came to the Mezulbite peoples, as one day he was not, and then he was. That is all history records of this being.
It is believed that Tanzac 's origin was one of the Fallen Ones who was cast out of Paradise, and like many other Fallen Angels, he took up flesh and took for himself many slave-girls as wives. His wives spawned sons, each being born without a soul, and hideously deformed. It was quite common for the spawn of Tanzac to be stillborn, and those who survived the birth, were devoured alive so that their spirit could roam the earth. It was common for the wives of Tanzac to be brutally murdered after they had given birth to his hell-spawn, either by himself or by blood-sacrifice.
Tanzac ruled one such tribe, The people of Mezulbite, and they would appease their God by offering sacrifices of babies, young children and virgins. Only the pure blood of these sacrifices would appease the god who walked among the Mezulbites.
But everything was never as it seemed. Tanzac hated humans, and he wanted to see every mortal suffer, just as he suffered for being cast out of Paradise.
There came a time though, when Tanzac's rule came to an end, when "The Breath" came upon the land and wiped out his hell-spawn. Tanzac's fury was relentless, and he destroyed all but a small handful of the tribe of Mezul, not without a price.
After Tanzac wiped out Mezul, he was encountered by The Ones who encarcerated him, his followers and the other Fallen Ones in Tartarus. There Tanzac was to remain.
It was recorded by the Elders of The Ancient Ones, that "Just as night becomes day, arise the Dark One shall to reap on the land what had begun millenias ago."
That day came to light when a group of teenagers invoked an ancient spell, and opened the door for Tanzac to manifest into the world once again.
One of Tanzac's high generals, Lutancix, was sent to pave the way for Tanzac's return. It was also fortold by the Elders, "Come a time when the Fallen returns, a new One shall arise, born into the House Of Blood he shall be, to overcome the Oppessor."
"Behold O Fallen One, your stars shine no more when The One has come!"
These prophecys came to fulfillment when Alex destroyed the clearing, and once again Tanzac was encarcerated in the depths of his own realm, Tartarus.
The Elders went on to prophesize, "Times shall pass, and new blood is born. The One shall see the mysteries of the beginning and shall account for all that shall come. Transgressions of the people's shall be as a multitude as rivers of blood and he shall be no more until the final age." Yet in another Quatrain they spoke, "In the dark, he shall seek light, and the Fallen shall stand in the judgement seat of the lost and shall come unto his own."
Prophecies yet to come, which will be unvealed in this book.
In the era of Mezul, the Elders were the High Priests who were self-titled seers. The had the gift of being able to forsee certain times and events of history. Quite often the Elders would fortell of when the harvest would bring plenty, and when dark times would affect the tribes.
They were once held in high regard by the Mezulbites, that was until the their pride got in the way and they became haughty and proud because of their giftings. In their arrogance the Elders lost sight of what things they were meant to foretell which also played a part in the destruction of the Mezulbites.
It was recorded, "Beguiled we had become, our hearts proud. We set our sights above God, and wrath destroyed us all."
It was no secret that The Elders abilities also became their downfall. Yet, in death, they got redemption and were able to forsee the things that were yet to come.
It was a shame they didn't see all this before Tanzac wiped them out.
The Elders prophecised many things. In their mass prophecies, they did leave a final chapter, in which they say, "A new Darkness is born into the bloodline. Arise he will and shall become great in the nations of old. Run! Flee! For he is like a beast, devouring the foolish and the proud and the innocent! He gives light but he is darkness! O Dark One, your reign of destruction has come, and the One is nomore!"
Who is this "New Darkness"? Only Bloodline of Darkness will unveal the mysteries.
Journey with Alex as he seeks the truth of who he is.
Alex was born into the bloodline of the Mezulbites. He is one of the last decendants of the ancient race that was all but destroyed. After Tanzac was incarcerated, it was foretold that "One shall arise to stand again the Fallen One." Alex is that Chosen One. Destined to forfill a purpose that he doesn't know about, and when he does discover who he is, he would rather forget about it and live a normal life.
A normal life is not what is in store for him, as while he is investigating a different paranormal event in the case of the Jamiesonn Hauntings, he is thrown neck-deep into a world that is governed by illusions, betray and dark sinister beings that like nothing more to do on a sunny day than harvest the souls of the living.
Alex's journey to become The One is often met with trials and failures and trusting the wrong people. Even at times when his mouth speaks before he thinks, he gets into trouble. So it is unbelievable that this man has been chosen to save a small town from the storms of hell that are soon to be unleashed.
Alex is not alone on his journey. He is accompanied by several other paranormal hunters, including an American guy, Drake, who's an investigator solely for the fame; A power-psychic, Usher, who's Alex's unknown spiritual guide, and Wang, who's caught up in deception and sells out for his "thirty pieces of silver."
Joined with his companions, he is to journey into Winmont to face the ancient enemy, Tanzac, and put a temporal end to Tanzac's rule.
Alex's quest is never easy, as while he is faced with stopping an ancient force, he is often attacked by another supernatural being, Jamiesonn. Jamiesonn wants the exact same thing as Tanzac. To harvest the world of the souls of every human that exists.
Quite a feat for one who was also born of the bloodline. Yes, for those who have not read The Chosen, Jamiesonn was also a decendant of the Mezulbites. But Jamiesonn was never one of those who were Chosen. Yet, of Jamiesonn it does say, "The Dark One arises from the south, and with him Death camps about his house." And again, "He, the one Chosen, shall journey into the bowels of the pit to face his adversary and put an end to his linage."
To find out more about Jamiesonn, you can buy The Chosen from any retailer listed on this website.
Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Three – Part Three
Chapter Three Continued…
"Wake up sleepy-head." He heard the faint voice of a woman say. He opened his eyes, and sat upright in bed with a fright. He glanced to his left and saw Tara laying next to him, with her arm draped around his stomach. He threw her arm off and jumped out of bed, and immediately felt to see if his cock and balls were still attached.
They were!
"What's wrong sweety?" She asked
"I – How did I – "
"Oh.." She said sleepily, "You don't remember last night?"
"Last night?" He paniced, "I don't even know if this is real!"
"Oh poor baby, you had a bad dream again." She said, "Come back to bed and tell me all about it."
"No, I – I can't. I have to go."
"Go?" … "Go where?"
"Home!" he said in an almost panic as he fumbled to get his clothes on. "Karen is going to kill me!"
Tara sat up and looked at him, puzzled, "What are you talking about? Who's Karen?"
He stopped long enough to look at her, and he realized that this was another dream. He sighed heavily, and wondered what was going to happen this time.
Tara got out of bed and walked over to him and ran her fingers through his hair with one hand and the other draped over his shoulder. He looked at her and he was afraid. His fear was noticable.
"Baby." She said, then kissed his lips, "Come to bed."
He shook his head. He didn't want to. He wanted, needed, to make sense of this. He needed to know if this was real or if he had finally gone insane.
"I have to go," He said, removing her hands from him, and walked out of the bedroom, throwing on his shirt as he grabbed his keys and cell phone then walked out of her apartment.
Tara stood and watched him leave, then shrugged her shoulders and went back to bed. She was too tired to go after him.
Alex stood in the hall for a moment and glanced at his cell phone. No messages.
"Odd." He whispered. "Kaz should have sent a message, many messages." He flipped open his phone and scrolled through the messages that were on his phone. Strangely enough, there wasn't any from Karen, not even old messages from her. He checked his contact list, and her name wasn't there. He glanced back at Tara's apartment and muttered, "Bitch", thinking she had deleted Karen's messages and details from his phone.
He sighed and went to his apartment and tried to turn the doorhandle.
He tried his keys in the lock. They didn't work.
"Changed the bloody locks again." He muttered then knocked hard on the door. No answer. "Karen! Open the door! I know you're in there!"
The distinct sound of the elevator chimed from down the hall. He glanced down the hall and listened as the door grinded open, and the light from the elevator car shone dimly in the dark part of the hall. He watched, and saw no one exit. One second, five seconds, ten seconds passed. Still no one exited the elevator.
He frowned and turned and faced the hall. He watched that elevator, or more to the point, he watched the open doorway, and as though in a trance, he stared.
"What the -?" He finally muttered, and started to step towards the elevator. He stopped momentarily to glance towards Tara's door, then walked silently down the hall. With each step he took he became more afraid, and his hands began to twitch and his breathing became shallow. He hated this. He really fucking hated this!
When will these bloody games end? He questioned himself.
His answer came swiftly it seemed as he heard something creaking down the far end of the hall.
"What is that?" He questioned out loud.
Before he had a chance to second guess, he heard something like metal break, and a faint whistling. Almost immediately he felt something strike his chest and he was sent flying backwards, pinning him up on the far wall. He glanced down, and a metal rod had pierced his chest, puncturing his heart. Blood spurted out of the wound and seconds later he slumped, dead.
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Part Four of Chapter Three coming….
Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Three – Part Two
Alex awoke with a startle and gasped. He had to glance around the room and it took some seconds for him to realize that he was in Tara's bed, just as it had been in that dream. He flung back the sheet and stood up. Tara was not in the bed, but he could hear noises coming from the kitchen.
He was afraid of what was out there. He found his pants and put them on almost hurriedly, and crept out of the bedroom. There was the sound of tinkering in the kitchen, followed by the sound of something smashing and mumbling. He froze, startled, and swallowed dryly. He tried to remain as still as he could but his legs were trembling. He couldn't control his nervousness at all.
I need to get out of here. Was the only thing he could think. He had no idea what to expect. Was this yet another nightmare or vision? What was the point of all these damn things? He didn't want to know. All that he knew right now was he wanted relief, he wanted to get out of there..as fast as he could.
He took a step forward, and the floor creaked beneath him. He glanced down and gulped. He was so damn afraid that something was about to happen. He closed his eyes and began to whimper, not knowing what to do or to expect.
"Alex?" He heard Tara's voice say. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "You okay?"
He looked down at the floor for a second then back at her,
"Yeah, I – I had a bad dream, that's all." He said, with noticable nervousness in his tone.
She walked over to him and ran her fingers through his hair.
"It'll be okay now." She said, "Go rest for a bit while I finish making breakfast."
She kissed him on the cheek and turned and walked back into the kitchen. He did not even notice that she was wearing only a pink singlet top and blue lace knickers, not that it really mattered what she was wearing, or that he cared. He could just breathe a sigh of relief.
He took a look towards the kitchen then went back to bed and lay there, recounting the things he had seen in that dream. As much as he tried, he couldn't make sence of anything, and he still didn't know if he was awake or dreaming. He allowed himself to think about slapping himself in the face again, but remembering the vision from yesterday, he wasn't going to do that again. He still had a headache from banging his head against the elevator door. Strange that he had a headache, since it was only a vision…
In any case, this had to be reality. The smell of her cooking breakfast was just too mouth watering to be fictious. He got himself comfortable in the bed and waited for her to join him.
"I hope you're hungry!" She said, as she came in carrying a breakfast tray, and now wearing a black silk komono.
"I sure am." He said with a smile, "What are we having?"
"Oh, just something I chopped up." She replied, and placed the breakfast tray next to him. He looked at her, smiled and then looked at the food on the tray.
"What the hell!" He screamed as he sat upright in bed. What he expected was bacon and eggs, instead what he saw was his penis on the plate! He looked, and noticed that a big pool of blood quickly forming where his groin was. He quickly threw back the sheets to see that his manhood had been cut off!
"ENJOY!" She yelled, wielding a carving knife in her hand.
He screamed, terrorfied. This bitch was going to kill him! The last thing saw was Tara attacking him with the knife, screaming in a mad frenzy as she violently slashed his arms and then stabbed him in the face.
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Part Three Coming Up…
Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Three – Part One
Alex awoke sometime the next morning, naked and in Tara's bed. He squinted and looked around the room slowly. Tara was nowhere to be seen, at least, not anywhere he could see from the bed. From his viewpoint, he could see down the hall and a part of the loungeroom, but that was it. He couldn't hear her either, so he assumed to himself that she had gone out. He looked at the clock-radio and noticed that it was a little after eleven am. For a second he paniced as he thought he had missed work, but then remembered that it was his rostered-day-off. He breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't have to go to work and he reclined back in bed, thinking – or wondering – just how he ended up in Tara's bed. He knew that Tara would not have been able to carry him to bed, so that left him wondering just what happened the night before. All he remembered was sitting on the sofa, and after that, nothing. The next memory he had was waking up in her bed.
There was something else, Karen.
"Damn." He muttered. "If she finds out she'll kill me!"
He was strangely groggy from the night before, but he managed to drag himself up out of bed and the first thing he did after putting on his underwear was look for his cell phone. He quickly found it. Tara had placed it on the kitchen bench, along with a note. He glanced at his phone and saw that he had 35 text messages.
Damn, He thought, knowing that those messages could have only been from Karen. He dreaded flipping open his phone and reading those messages. He knew that those messages only spelled doom and trouble! He opted to read the note from Tara first before hearing the never-ending texts of threats from Kaz.
Lover, Thank you for a wonderful night. I had the best time. Feel free to help yourself to whatever you want in the fridge.See you later today.Luv,
"Nice" He thought, and held the note up to his nose. "Dior Mystique" He commented, noticing that she had sprayed a little perfume on the note, that particular perfume "Okay." He sighed heavily, knowing that he now had to face the 35 messages that he knew Karen sent. He dreaded this, but he flipped open his cell phone and started to read the messages one by one. The first dozen or so were easily deletable, with random repeatable questions like "Where are you?" and "I am worried. Call me." But the last half dozen or so he found disturbing, and normal for her, or as he would say, "Kaz being Kaz."
Apart from her normal threats of "when you get home" crap, he found her messages boring, although one message did claim "I know where you are! You are with that bitch T!! Not to worry 'loverboy', I will show you and that skank!!!!!"
"Okay, now I'm worried." He whispered, knowing that Karen was hardly someone who was rational when she got pissed off, but then again, he dismissed that notion as he figured that Karen was just mouthing off. Still, he had to go home sometime, and he knew that he had to face the music. Which was a pity that he had to go home, as he seemed to have a good time last night. Well, going by the note Tara left him he must have had a good time. It was a damn shame he just couldn't remember any of it.
He glanced towards to kitchen window. It was sunny outside. Too sunny. He walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain and looked outside. It sure was a sunny day. The sun was high in the sky and very bright. So bright he had to squint and turn his head sideways. Down on the street he could see people running, not just some, but dozens of people. Infact, everyone he saw on the street was running.
"Odd." He whispered, as he leaned in to the window to get a better look.
"Noises? What the …?"
He slid open the window to listen to what all the commotion was about.
It took him a second to figure out what the noise was about, and it wasn't the regular noises of everyday life, like traffic and people chattering. It was screams. People were screaming in terror.The sound of a warning siren was blaring on the distance and car alarms were sounding off everywhere.
"What the hell is going on here?" He stepped back and glanced around the room.
Something wasn't right here. Why were people running scared?
He frowned and scratched his head, then looked back out the window.
Suddenly the noises, the screams, the alarm bells, stopped. Just as strange as it was, there was now no one on the street. No noise, not a damn sound, and no movement. Not even rustling in the trees. It was as though the area had suddenly became deserted.
What the ….?
He shrugged his shoulders, and tried to think nothing of it. But he couldn't help himself. There was definitely something amiss here, and he looked out the window again. Still no one. Not even a damn dog taking a piss on a tree! He leaned a little further out the window and glanced down the street to see if he could see anyone, someone, even a bird. But no.
He quickly glanced around the kitchen. That noise came from behind him. He peered around slowly, as though he suspected something in the room. Nothing. He saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Earthquake? What the heck?
He stepped into the loungeroom slowly, cautiously. He remembered the events of yesterday, and he was expecting something similar to happen now, but he had no idea what. As scared as he was, he didn't want to appear scared. Infact, he smiled nervously and stood near the sofa.
Rumbling again, only this time it was right underneath him! He made a run for the door, but it was jammed shut!
"HELL!" He yelled, and ran towards the bedroom. Before he could get down the hall, the bedroom door slammed violently shut, leaving him nowhere to run. He glanced around quickly, and made a dash to the kitchen.
He looked around frantically, while that rumbling surrounded him. He had nowhere to run. All he could do was watch terrified as the walls around him became to crumble and fall apart, and the ceiling started to splinter and flakes of creamy-white paint snowed on the floor. Glasses and cups began to shatter around him and the windows etch and then shatter similtaneuosly. He paniced, not knowing what to do.
Before he had a chance to think anything else, the floor in the kitchen started to creak and tear apart, revealing a torrent of fire far below. He jumped back and glanced around what was left of the kitchen. He momentariuly glanced down into that fire, that damn fire, and he sure as hell didn't want to get burned alive! He didn't want to die! He didn't know what to do!
He glanced at the window frame, and he could see a darkness, that fucking darkness, spreading across the sky! Not again! He glanced at that fire below, and then at the apartment which was falling apart right before his eyes. Doing the only thing he could, he ran and jumped out the window, just as the apartment erupted into flames and exploded.
He fell fast towards the ground, death was imminent.
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Part Two Coming Up…
Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Two – Part Five
Chapter Two Continued….
Alex opened his eyes and gasped heavily. He was laying on the floor, drenched in sweat and terrorfied. He scurried back into the corner and glanced around nervously.
"Alive!" He whispered. "I'm alive!" He sighed heavily, relieved, but terrorfied as hell. He was hesitant to do anything but sit there just in case that whatever he did ended up to be another nightmare. He drew his knees up near his chin and grasped his legs tight. He was afraid. Really afraid.
"Oh hell no!" He whimpered as he closed his eyes. He listened fearfully as the door slowly grinded open, then silence… again
"Alex?" He heard a female's voice say. "Alex!" Her voice yelled with grave concern.
He wanted to open his eyes and look, but he was too afraid to do anything.
"Alex! Are you okay!" Her voice yelled again. He remained there, trembling, weeping, eyes closed tight.
"Alex!!" The woman shook him hard and he opened his eyes to see Tara.
He gasped with relief.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"I – I don't know." He muttered as she helped him up to his feet and began to lead him out of the elevator
"What happened to you? You look like hell."
"If only you knew." He said softly, trembling from his experience.
He was not sure if this was real or not, but if anything he was relieved that he wasn't in that damn elevator. Tara lead him down the hall and paused near his apartment and fumbled for her keys.
"You better stay at my place and lay down for a while." She said, "You can crash on my sofa."
He nodded and watched as she got out her keys and unlocked the door.
"You know," she whispered, as she opened the door and helped him inside, "I've been meaning to talk to you."
Alex went and slumped on her sofa and groaned as he sat down. Although his experience with the flames of darkness was notning but a vision, his body was oddly in pain. He couldn't figure out why, and he still had no idea if this was yet another vision. In any case, he really didn't care. He was safe here, on this white sofa, and that was good for now. The last thing on his mind was going home, or anythine else. He was exhausted, mentally and physically.
He closed his eyes and slowly the pain in his body started to subside. He could feel the aching, the pinching, the strain, starting to fade. He could breathe again normally now. Yes, he was sure that this was reality… or he hoped as much anyway.
Tara locked the door and went and joined him on the sofa. "I have to tell you Alex." She continued, "I may not have known you and Karen for long, but I have seen enough to know you're not happy."
"Oh?" he asked, opening his eyes and glancing over at her.
"Damn Alex." She said, "You really look terrible."
"I've seen better days." He smiled.
Let me get you a drink and you can tell me what happened."
He nodded and watched her get up and walk into the kitchen. "So what the hell happened to you Alex? Did someone do you over?" She called out from the kitchen
"No. Noone did me over. Just…"
She came back into the loungeroom with two glasses of rum and coke. She handed him his drink, and took a sip of hers, "So tell me what happened."
"I'm not sure." He said, and groaned as he leaned forward and took a drink. "All I know is that I parked the car, got in the elevator, then all this weird crap started to happen."
"Oh? Like what?" She asked.
He glanced over at her then looked at no particular point in between his feet. "I wish I could tell you, but I don't understand it myself. Besides, you wouldn't believe it."
"Go ahead, Alex. You can tell me." She reassured him, placing her hand on his.
He smiled at her and shook his head. "I don't know how to tell you. You may think I'm insane." He let out a mock laugh and continued, "Hell, I experienced something really messed up and I think I'm insane, so why wouldn't you think the same?"
"No. I wouldn't think that." Her hand held his firmer, and he found comfort in that. He felt he could trust her.
He sighed heavily and told her everything that had happened in the elevator. He told her about the visions, the darkness, the terror he witnessed. When he had finished recounting most things, with the exception of the vision of her, he looked at her and her expression told what he had suspected.
"What you think I'm insane, don't you." He said as he stood up, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything… I better go."
"No." she said, reaching for his hand. "Stay. Please."
He glanced at her hand and looked in her eyes. Her words were soft, soothing, comforting, and the look in her eyes. That look, was familiar to him. A look he had not seen since…
She motioned for him to sit next to her by patting the sofa, smiling at him. He was oddly comfy here. Too comfy, but what could he do? If this was another illusion there was nothing he could do. He knew that, but at least if this was another vision, it was more tolerable than the previous ones in that damn elevator.
He sat next to her and looked at her face, taking in every part of her. He noticed the light blemishes on her face and the dimples in her cheeks. She had a smile that was warm. He suspected something.
And how could he not? The last half hour or so he had been in a non stop series of visions which reminded him oddly of being in The Twilight Zone, and he wondered just when the bomb here would drop on this scene. After all, in the months she had lived across the hall, she had hardly said two words to him, and now all of a sudden she was Miss Compassionate of the Year. He hardly thought so. He didn't know what force was at work in all this, but whatever it was, he would play it's game for now.
"What do you think?" He asked.
"I don't know Alex." She said, and paused. She wanted to say something. He could see it. She probably was thinking that he was insane. If she thought that, she sure as heck wasn't saying it.
She looked at him and motioned to say something, then hesitated.
"What is it?" He asked, assuming she was uncomfortable with his presence. He looked away and nodded, understanding, "I'll go." He said.
"No. Don't." She almost insisted. "I wanted to tell you…" She paused long enough to smile at him which was reassuring.
"Don't keep me in suspense." He joked, trying hard to make light of a situation he felt that was otherwise going to explode on his face.
"As I started to say before, Alex, I haven't known you and Karen long at all, and I have seen that you are not happy in the situation you are in."
"That I can agree with." He agreed, nodding, but thought Okay where is this going?
"There is something I have wanted to tell you for some time now, in regards to Karen."
Okay here we go He thought
"I'm not sure if you know but, when you are at work she has, well, a visitor."
Alex frowned and looked at her and asked with one brow raised, "Visitor?"
She motioned and said, "Ya know… A visitor."
He looked away, "Oh." He was stunned, no shocked. Shocked was hardly the word to use, more like angered. He felt angry and betrayed, but then again he did suspect something had been going on. Especially since of late she hadn't wanted to have sex, claiming that she was too tired and wasn't interested at all in him sexually.
"I know." She said, placing her hand on his knee.
He glanced at her then looked away. He didn't know if this was a dream, but he was certain of one thing, what he was told had been in the back of his mind for some time. He took another drink, and this time finished the almost full glass with one long swig.
For the first time in ages, alcohol actually was starting to do what the legends talked about… Relaxed him, and he started to feel more relaxed and open.
"Let me get you another drink." She said, taking his glass and walking into the kitchen.
Alex reclined on the sofa and closed his eyes. Before too long, everything started to become blurry and the room started to spin.
"What the hell …" Was all he could whisper then he passed out. Only a darkness, that strange darkness, engulfed his mind.
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Next Up.. Chapter Three, Part One
Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Two – Part Four
Chapter Two Continued…
Alex opened his eyes with a startle and looked around. He was alone.
"DAMN IT!" He yelled as loud as he could, banging his fists on the wall. "What the hell is going on!"
He hated this. No, he REALLY hated this! He banged his head against the wall for good measure, just to make sure that this time he was awake.
"OW!" He screamed as he craddled his head in his hands.
Okay, this time he was sure that he was awake. A headache this bad had to be real!
He didn't have time to think anything else as afew seconds later he heard a familiar sound, which was a welcomed relief.
DING! He heard the sound of the elevator.
"About time!" he muttered, "Had enough of this for one day!" He regained his composure and stood near the door and waited for it to open. "Going to get home, eat, get smashed on vodka and listen to Metallica." He said to himself.
He was too focused on the impatience of the door opening to notice that the elevator was still almost in darkness, with the exception of the dim glow of the red light that flickered in the celing. Not that he really cared anyway. The only thing he was thinking about was getting inside the apartment.
Seconds passed, and still the elevator door had not opened.
"That's strange." He muttered. Looking at the panel then at the door. He glanced up and noticed that the light showed that he was on the ninth floor, which was the right floor. But the door had not opened.
Hmmm. He thought. He listened carefully, to see if he could hear anything. He wasn't sure what, but he could hear something beyond that elevator door. He turned his head and listened more intently, pressing his ear against the door.
"What the hell is that?" He whispered, "Crackling?" He leaned back and stared strangely at the door, and listened as the sounds become louder and closer.
Noise.. The elevator jolted and the door began to move. Alex stood back and watched as the door slowly opened. He turned his gaze from the door to what lay beyond this elevator.. Darkness. Nothing but a vast darkness, but there was heat, intense heat.
"This can't be happening!" He screamed.
He stood back against the wall and shielded his eyes with his hands. As the door opened more, that heat grew more intense, until finally the door was fully opened, exposing him to the fullness of this heat.
Instantly the elevator started to get intensly hot and the walls began to smoke and smelter. He tried to find a place to cover, but there was nowhere to run. He was trapped!
"HELP!" He screamed, as he looked out into that darkness. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!"
The heat began to singe his clothes and within a mere few seconds the walls and ceiling began to melt and the floor became incredibly hot that the soles of his shoes began to melt. The stench of burning metal and rubber filled that elevator.
He was overcome by the heat and he fell on his knees and screamed in agony as the intense fire grew hotter. His nostrils began to fill with the awful stench of his skin burning.
In seconds his face ignited from the heat. Flames began blazing from his eyes, nostrils, ears, mouth — every opening in his body, flames were roaring out. His body sizzled and crackled from the fire.
He madly thrashed and convulsed from the horrible pain. He wanted this to stop! He begged for this to stop! But it wouldn't!
"When will this pain stop?" He screamed, but it never would. He WAS in hell!
The darkness was terrifying, but from out of the darkness he felt something begin to stir. Something was there, something more terrorfying than that damn inferno!
His screams of agony was the last thing that could be heard before his skelton was all that remained for a mere second, before his skelton was also engulfed in the fire.
As quickly as the heat and fire appeared, it vanished and only darkness remained.
Silence. There was silence now. No thoughts, no pain. No imaginations. Nothing but fucking silence! Was he dead? It seemed so.
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After a brief lull, black cutworm moth activity has resumed in northeastern Missouri, and southeastern Missouri reported its first intensive cutworm capture, said University of Missouri (MU) entomologists.
"Farmers still need to get out there and look at their crops," said Wayne Bailey, MU Extension entomologist. "Burrower bugs are starting to show up in soybean fields, and it's getting late enough that we could start having other pests, like green cloverworm, fall armyworm and corn earworm."
Black cutworms have been prolific this year due to wet weather, heavier weed cover and delayed planting. Late-planted corn is most at risk in northeast Missouri, while late-planted soybeans are most at risk in southeast Missouri.
"There's still a good bit of soybean planting going on," said Kelly Tindall, MU field crop entomologist at the Delta Research Center in Portageville, MO. "In the Mississippi and New Madrid river bottoms, we were under water for six weeks in some places. So what should have been planted in April or May didn't get in until late May or early June."
Over a three-day period, 91 black cutworm moths were captured in traps by MU Extension field staff at the MU Delta Center, Tindall said. "It's not unusual for us to get them, but it's unusual to get them so late in the year."
Bailey said recent moth flights are probably late flights from the first generation of overwintering black cutworms.
"What we have left are larvae from that original generation that will cut for the next two weeks, and then their threat to corn and soybeans will diminish," he said. "The second generation rarely goes to field crops, but typically goes to other crops like vegetable crops. The third generation will do the same. It's really only the first one that goes to corn and soybeans."
The traditional economic threshold for black cutworm in soybeans is when 20% of the plants are cut, plant stand gaps are greater than 12 in., and live larvae are present.
"But with higher commodity prices right now we can't stand for much damage," Bailey said. "Farmers may want to treat their plants earlier. The treatment will be different for every stage of growth."
When scouting, bear in mind that black cutworms are nocturnal and may be hard to spot in the field. "You may just see plants cut, and then if you dig in the soil you'll see them," Tindall said.
Signs of damage often show up on field edges first. "If you can find where they moved in, you can do an isolated treatment and you may be able to save some money that way," she said.
The predicted cutting date in northeast Missouri is June 24, while cutting is predicted for June 30 in southeast Missouri.
While scouting, keep an eye out for other pests like burrower bugs, which are related to stinkbugs, Bailey said. "These pests will work on soybeans up to the tri-foliate leaf stage. Farmers just need to keep scouting."
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There are many people who believe that the saddest piece of music ever written is the Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber. That piece of music is absolutely on of my favorites, but for me the saddest music will always be the sound a solo bugle playing Taps. Nine years ago I listened to that sound at my father's funeral and I wept. It never fails to pierce my soul when I hear it. It never fails to take me back to that moment of loss. And it never fails to remind me to be grateful to all who have served in the armed forces. That is especially true listening to it on Memorial Day.
Memorial Day is an annual favorite of mine. There are so many opportunities for beautiful images — it is exceptionally easy to photograph and simultaneously poignant. This year I photographed two events: a Sunday service at Grace Baptist Church that focused on remembering those who are lost and classified as POW/MIA and a second at a little cemetery called Fairview with a color guard, honor guard, and the playing of Taps. My favorite photo from the lot is this of Andrew Bergstrom hanging flags outside the church early Sunday morning. There are many versions of this photo, some that are quiter, some that have more flags, or compositions I preferred, but of all of them, this one, where he is just stepping up to hang the flag, this one had the feel of what photographers refer to as a moment. So, we went with this picture as our main art for tomorrows paper and these were some of the secondaries…
Some years after my father's funeral I was introduced to the so-called lyrics to Taps. From what information I have gathered the lyrics are unofficial. They music was not originally written with lyrics in mind, but somewhere along the line someone wrote some and they became commonly associated with those simple notes.
Day is done
Gone the sun
From the lakes
From the hills
From the skies
All is well
Safely rest
God is nigh.
With deepest respect I send my thanks to all who have served.


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If you have been in a truck accident in Cooper City or elsewhere in Florida, you have probably noticed by now that your phone is ringing off the hook. It feels almost as if you are a celebrity and people are trying to reach out to you to hear your comments.
And just like a celebrity has to be careful about the words he/she uses when describing a certain situation, you – a victim of a truck accident – should be just as careful when giving recorded statements or simply answering questions of insurance and trucking companies.
And while it is critical that you tell your side of the story to a police officer at the scene of an accident to get a police report, it is not recommended to speak to anyone else, especially agents of trucking companies and insurance companies.
They may make it look as if they are on your side, but they are not. All they are looking out for is their best interests and ways to avoid liability or minimize the value of your recoverable damages after an accident. So keep in mind: whenever someone contacts you and wants you to give a recorded statement, do not answer their questions without consulting with a Cooper City truck accident attorney first.
Do not be naive, trucking companies are not on your side
More often than not, if the truck driver was at fault for the truck accident, you will be contacted by the at-fault driver's trucking company to provide information or sign documents regarding the accident. Never should you ever speak to them, provide any documents or sign anything unless your experienced lawyer says it is OK to do so.
Truck accidents have been around for decades, and the most common causes of truck accidents in the United States have remained the same throughout all these years: distracted driving, drunk driving, fatigued and sleep-deprived truck drivers, speeding, hauling improperly secured or way too much cargo, and others.
And trucking companies are well aware of these causes as well as ways to minimize the financial damage and avoid liability altogether. And part of that plan is to make the victim talk in a way that would compromise or invalidate their own claim.
Is NOT speaking to trucking companies counterproductive?
And while it may seem as if NOT speaking to the at-fault truck driver's trucking company would be counterproductive for the success of your personal injury claim and would delay the process of obtaining compensation, you need to understand that both trucking companies and insurance companies in Cooper City and all across Florida are looking out for their best interests.
Unless you have an experienced truck accident lawyer in Cooper City by your side, answering the questions asked by the trucking company may be tricky and risky. Their employees are trained specifically to twist your words, manipulate you into saying things that serve their own interests and use your words against you.
Trucking companies care only about their own best interests
In many cases, trucking companies choose to investigate personal injury claims filed by people who have been injured in an accident involving their truck driver. But in most cases, these "independent" investigations by trucking companies and insurance companies are biased and do not reflect what truly happened.
Last but not least, many trucking companies will attempt to shift the blame onto you by arguing that you were also in some way at fault for the accident. Have you been contacted by the trucking company, and its representatives are asking you uncomfortable or seemingly routine questions?
Get in touch with our Cooper City truck accident attorney at the Law Offices of Bradley Hartman. Speak about your case by calling our offices at 954-438-1000 or fill out this contact form to get a free consultation.


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McGuirk Beggan is delighted to present to the market this wonderful 4 bedroom semi- detached home with converted garage. No.2 was built with family in mind with its expansive layout and superb balance of living and bedroom accommodation. The property extends to 130.06sq.m. /1,400sq.ft. approx., and although in need of modernisation it offers a superb trade up in a mature location with everything a growing family could possibly wish for. This family home has all the right ingredients and offers tremendous scope to create a fine home. The wonderful rear garden has been beautifully maintained and is awash with colour throughout the growing season. The location is an unrivalled one and has always been a highly sought after and popular residential location with its variation of house styles, leafy setting and with all it has to offer in terms of local amenities all within short walking distance. There is a wide selection of well-established junior and senior schools such as Ballyroan Boys & St. Patricks, Our Ladys School, Terenure College, and St Pius X. Rathfarnham Shopping Centre with Tesco's is a short distance away and all the amenities of Rathfarnham, Terenure and Templeogue villages are very accessible. The area is well serviced by frequent and dependable bus routes and the property also enjoys the added bonus of easy access to the M50 motorway network.To the front the garden is laid in lawn and well shielded from the road, fully walled and gated with a driveway providing off street parking. A side entrance allows access through to the superb rear garden; it is laid in lawn and bordered with mature and colourful shrubbery. The accommodation briefly comprises large entrance porch, hall, living /dining room, kitchen, playroom/home office, guest W.C., 4 bedrooms, open storage and bathroom.This fantastic property is sure to attract strong interest so early viewing is highly recommended!NoticePlease note we have not tested any apparatus, fixtures, fittings, or services. Interested parties must undertake their own investigation into the working order of these items. All measurements are approximate and photographs provided for guidance only.
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Mondays at GG's Java Joint
- Posted on February 17, 2014
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- by admin
This week on GG's Java Joint, Tami (Tami Hillberry) comes pleading for a job after her acting career doesn't work out quite like she'd hoped. According to her, she booked the role of Katniss Everdeen on The Hunger Games but then was let go the first week so you can imagine why she might want to take "a little time apart from her craft"
Tami Hillberry also happens to have her own hilarious animated webseries called Roommates Not Lovers. If you're looking for a quick laugh, check it out. Each episode is literally a minute long.
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You might have noticed that on our show, George and the guests drink from red cups during interviews.
Well, they're more than just cups: we didn't pick them out because they match the chairs on set.
They're actually part of the World Food Programme's "Fill The Cup" campaign, and they're a symbol of the fight against hunger around the world, especially among school children.
According to the WFP, about 59 million primary school age children across the developing world go to school hungry.
The WFP uses the red cups (along with cups of many other colours) in their School Feeding programs to serve children porridge and other meals. They feed about 26 million children a year.
And it only costs 25 cents to fill one cup with a nutritious meal.
The cups have become a symbol of just how little food it takes to change a child's life.
An empty cup symbolizes hunger, malnutrition, and weakened communities. A full cup means health, education, hope and productive communities.
As Canada's Ambassador Against Hunger for the WFP, George is excited about the opportunity to feature the cups on the program each night.
We thought we should let you know what they're all about.
Here's a video George made with the help of some of his friends to help spread the word about the great work the WFP is doing to fight hunger around the world:
If you'd like to help the WFP Fill the Cup, you can visit their site and make a donation right here.
And for more on what the cups mean, check out this video from the WFP, featuring WFP staff, some kids who are using the Red Cups, and Brazilian soccer star Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite, AKA Kaká:
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Walls are the only separation between you and your neighbors when you live in a densely-populated area like Manhattan, and sometimes, it feels like privacy goes out the window. People hear their next-door neighbors talking, footsteps from above, or even music blaring through the walls. Sound transmission between units is one of the biggest complaints among co-op and condo dwellers. Noise can also come from ceilings, doors and windows, so living in a multifamily building can take some getting used to.
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"The biggest complaint is the footfall, and that comes from up above. The second complaint is noise from neighbors, which is lateral through the walls, and next would be entryways," says Mason Wyatt, owner of City Soundproofing. "Occasionally, an elevator can make noise that is heard through the apartment, whether it's the noise of the elevator itself or the ambient hallway noise of people waiting."
It's no secret that many of the co-ops and condos in New York City are old, and because of that, the building materials used to construct them are much less advanced than what people expect today. Even with newer buildings, effective soundproofing materials are often not used at all during construction, so noise streams from one unit into another.
"If it's a solid concrete slab, it's less of a problem, but if you get these six-story buildings with wood joists, there's not too much to prevent the sound from below to go upstairs, especially those with exposed wood elements," says Devin O'Brien, owner of Brooklyn Insulation and Soundproofing. "When we do renovations, we insist to the board that they add insulation to the ceiling and soundproofing is added to the floors before any flooring is done."
While some noise in shared living spaces is normal, if you can clearly hear your neighbors' conversations or TV through your walls or ceiling, you have a noise problem. If you're willing to make the financial investment, there are innovative noise reduction solutions that can turn an older condo unit into a sanctuary of peace and quiet.


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Senior reformer quits in Iran
Iran's President Khatami has accepted the resignation of his Culture Minister, Ataollah Mohajerani, who has been a leading figure in the country's reformist movement.
Mr Mohajerani had been fiercely criticised by conservatives who accused him of encouraging an erosion of moral standards.
In his resignation letter, Mr Mohajerani did not spell out the reasons for his move, saying only that requirements in the field of culture and the arts had made it impossible and inappropriate for him to continue in the job.
Mr Khatami has now given Mr Mohajerani the post of chairman of the Organisation for Dialogue of Civilisations - a body he set up to promote his call for international peace and understanding.
State television said he had appointed Mr Mohajerani's deputy, Ahmad Masjed-Jamei, to replace him.
Last week, in an address to students in Tehran, President Khatami confirmed that Mr Mohajerani - whom he described as a dear friend - had offered his resignation but said the situation was still under review.
Liberal press
Mr Mohajerani is widely credited by reformists for the flourishing of an outspoken liberal press, which has been largely stifled by Iran's right-wing judiciary in recent months.
The BBC's Jim Muir in Tehran says it was well known that the minister had incurred the displeasure of the country's supreme leader, Ayatollah Ali Khamenei.
Mr Khamenei gave the green light in April for a crackdown on the press, which saw more than 30 pro-reform publications banned.
Reports say Mr Mohajerani's new post will give him the opportunity to deal more with culture than politics.
He has frequently emphasised that the government should create an environment in which artists and writers can develop their creativity.
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How do you think Coco Chanel's home would look like if she lived today? She famously once said 'Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance.' A Danish design company has bravely brought fashion designer extraordinaire Coco Chanel's living room into this century.
In conjunction with Paris Fashion Week, the Danish design company & tradition was given the opportunity to redesign the living room of one of the most influential style icons of the world's Paris apartment. So in order to please the legacy of someone who once said 'Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.' the designer, Signe Hytte was in for a challenge.
The history of Coco Chanel apartment was an important source of inspiration when Ms Hytte approached the task, with a desire to add modern design furniture to only to match but enhance the impressive legacy of the apartment.
And that is exactly what they do! The dining room, which is connected to the kitchen by a secret passage, transformed the tradition into a small salon. The dark wall paneling, the marble cork and the brass details in the room supplemented Hytte with classic materials and products from the & tradition collection such as the "Mayor" sofa by Arne Jacobsen and Flemming Lassen.
Timeless, sophisticated design from Scandinavia turned out to be a extraordinary combination with the classic periode details of the beautiful home of Coco Chanel. As she would perhaps have said it herself, 'Fashion fades, only style remains the same.'
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Europe roundup: Sterling slips further to $1.24, weighed down by Brexit,european shares rise, Gold on course for third weekly gain, Oil prices inch up as demand upswing counters virus concerns-june 26th,2020
Source: FxWire Pro - Media Round Ups / 28 Jun 2020 13:29:29 America/New_York
Market Roundup
• EU Private Sector Loans (YoY) 3.0%,3.0% previous
• EU May M3 Money Supply (YoY) 8.9% , 8.6% forecast, 8.3% previous
• EU May Loans to Non Financial Corporations 7.3%,6.6% previous
• Italian Public Deficit (Q1) -10.8%,-2.4% previous
• Italian June Business Confidence 79.8, 80.0 forecast, 71.2 previous
•Italian June Consumer Confidence 100.6, 97.5 forecast, 94.3 previous
Looking Ahead – Economic data (GMT)
• 12:30 US May Personal Income (MoM) -6.0% forecast, 10.5% previous
• 12:30 US May Core PCE Price Index (YoY) 0.9% forecast, 1.0% previous
• 12:30 US May Personal Spending (MoM) 9.0% forecast,-13.6% previous
• 12:30 US May Core PCE Price Index (MoM) 0.2% forecast, -0.4% previous
• 12:30 US May PCE Price index (YoY) 0.5 previous
• 12:30 US May PCE price index (MoM) -0.5% previous
• 12:30 US May Real Personal Consumption (MoM) -13.2% previous
• 14:00 US June Michigan Consumer Sentiment 79.0 forecast, 72.3 previous
• 14:00 US June Michigan Current Conditions 87.8 forecast, 82.3 previous
• 14:00 US June Michigan 5-Year Inflation Expectations 2.60%,2.70% previous
• 14:00 US June Michigan Consumer Expectations 73.1 forecast, 65.9 previous
• 14:00 US June Michigan Inflation Expectations 3.0% forecast, 3.2% previous
• 16:00 US May Dallas Fed PCE 1.40% previous
• 17:00 U.S. Baker Hughes Total Rig Count 266 previous
Looking Ahead - Events, Other Releases (GMT)
• No significant events
EUR/USD: The euro declined on Friday as dollar held firm as caution over rapid rises in U.S. coronavirus cases cast doubt over the reopening of the economy. Also supporting the greenback was the broader rise in corporate demand towards the end of quarter. That helped the dollar stay firm despite the stubbornly upbeat risk appetite seen in global equity markets. The euro eased to $1.1212, losing steam after hitting a one-week peak of $1.1348 on Tuesday though the currency has maintained weekly gains of about 0.4%. Immediate resistance can be seen at 1.1247 (23.6% fib), an upside break can trigger rise towards 1.1261 (14 DMA).On the downside, immediate support is seen at 1.1166 (22nd June ), a break below could take the pair towards 1.1126 (38.2% fib).
GBP/USD: Sterling dipped against the dollar on Friday as sterling was weighed down by uncertainty over Brexit negotiations and worries over a second wave of COVID-19 infections as Britain eases its lockdown measures. Sterling is below its pre-referendum levels and little progress has been made in agreeing the country's future trading relationship with the bloc. The pound was below the key $1.25 level versus the dollar at $1.2388 at 1215 GMT, down 0.2% on the day. Immediate resistance can be seen at 1.2471 (100 DMA), an upside break can trigger rise towards 1.2574 (38.2% fib).On the downside, immediate support is seen at 1.2374 (Daily low), a break below could take the pair towards 1.2307 (50%fib).
USD/CHF: The dollar dipped against the Swiss franc on Friday as caution over rapid rises in U.S. coronavirus cases cast doubt over the reopening of the economy, keeping the allure of its safe-haven value. Data on Thursday showed weak demand is forcing U.S. employers to lay off workers, keeping new applications for unemployment benefits extraordinarily high, even as businesses have reopened. Initial claims for state unemployment benefits stood at a seasonally adjusted 1.48 million for the week ended June 20, down 60,000 from a week earlier but still double their peak during the 2007-2009 Great Recession. Immediate resistance can be seen at 0.9491 (Daily high), an upside break can trigger rise towards 0.9538 (50% fib).On the downside, immediate support is seen at 0.9449 (38.2% fib), a break below could take the pair towards 0.9409 (Lower BB).
USD/JPY: The dollar declined against the Japanese yen Friday as concerns about a surge in coronavirus cases continued to weigh on hopes of a swift economic recovery. Coronavirus cases continued to rise across the United States by at least 39,818 on Thursday, the largest one-day increase of the pandemic. Analysts say market participants have assumed a second coronavirus wave and renewed lockdowns will have limited impact because, if curbs resume, it could heighten the possibility of more stimulus for economies. Strong resistance can be seen at 108.07 (38.2% fib), an upside break can trigger rise towards 108.38 (200 DMA).On the downside, immediate support is seen at 106.76 (50% fib), a break below could take the pair towards 105.95 00(Lower BB).
Equities Recap
European stocks inched higher on Friday, propped up by positive company updates, although investors remained cautious about a resurgence in U.S. COVID-19 cases and its impact on the global economy.
At (GMT 12:15 ),UK's benchmark FTSE 100 was last trading up at 1.41 percent, Germany's Dax was up by 0.56 percent, France's CAC finished was up by 1.35 percent.
Commodities Recap
Gold prices edged up on Friday en route to a third straight weekly gain, as a spike in coronavirus cases dashed hopes of a quick economic recovery.
Spot gold rose 0.1% to $1,762.41 per ounce by 0953 GMT, having soared to a peak since Oct. 2012 at $1,779.06 on Wednesday, putting it on course for a 1.1% gain for the week.U.S. gold futures rose 0.2% to $1,774.70 per ounce
Oil prices inched up on Friday as the bullish impetus from signs of fuel demand recovery was kept in check by a rising number of new coronavirus cases in the United States and China and tentative expecations of U.S. output ticking up.
Brent crude futures were 40 cents higher at $41.45 at 1127 GMT. U.S. West Texas Intermediate (WTI) crude futures were up 21 cents at $38.93.
Treasuries Recap
Euro zone bond yields were broadly stable on Friday with the asset class expected to remain supported given uncertainty around coronavirus cases and geopolitical headlines into the weekend
Germany's 10-year benchmark yield was unchanged at -0.47% , close to one-month lows hit on Thursday at -0.48%.
Italy's 10-year yield was down 2 basis points at 1.35% after a sell-off that pushed it as much as 6 basis points higher a day earlier.© FxWire Pro 2020. All rights reserved. The FxWire Pro content received through this service is the intellectual property of FxWire Pro or its third party suppliers. Republication or redistribution of content provided by FxWire Pro is expressly prohibited without the prior written consent of FxWire Pro, except for personal and non-commercial use. Neither FxWire Pro nor its third party suppliers shall be liable for any errors, omissions or delays in content, or for any actions taken in reliance thereon.


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Join FCA for a special one day class offering new skills and tools for family caregivers caring for someone with Alzheimer's disease or a related dementia. At this workshop, participants will learn strategies for understanding and communicating with someone with dementia. In addition, caregivers will learn how to handle difficult behaviors, how dementia affects a person's ability to understand and communicate, and how to feel more confident in the caregiver role.
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Navigating our health care system for the first time can be a daunting experience, often leaving family caregivers confused and frustrated by an unsympathetic and bureaucratic system. This workshop will help to clarify the current realities of the health care experience for caregivers. Participants will learn to use effective communication techniques and powerful communication tools to be a better advocate for the person for whom they are caring for with health care professionals.
Stress is a normal physical response to the many challenges family caregivers face on a daily basis. Unfortunately, chronic stress can also lead to problems with your emotional and physical health. There are however ways to manage stress, by practicing techniques designed to boost resilience. At this workshop, family caregivers will learn about:
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