Into the Realm: The Chronicles of Carter Blake, Book I (C1S5)

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Subchapter 5

After an hour of role-playing, and no battles, we had managed to ambush the boss of the area, a savage gold dragon. Unlike in Dungeons and Dragons, they weren’t aligned based on their colors. Anderson called for a recharge break. Mike and Stacy went into the living room, Meghan sat next to Lucas, talking with their heads together. Anderson scowled at them. I pushed a curtain aside to watch people walking by.
The sunshine filled day was gone. In its place, a nasty thunderstorm. Rain pounded the window, streaking the light from the street lamps. Lightning sheeted across the sky, drawing my attention upwards. Grey brume warred with blackish ones. Another flash of static electricity. An image flashed over the clouds in the afterglow of the fulmination. ‘I couldn’t have just seen a castle,’ I thought. ‘That’s crazy.’
Yet the vision stayed with me: A towering black edifice with massive fortifications and intimidating crenellations. The walls seemed like razor-sharp teeth. Dragons soared in the air around the thing and a horde of monsters spewed from the tremendous drawbridge.
“Hey, Carter!” Anderson’s voice broke into my contemplation. “You gonna rejoin us, or no?”
“Sure. I’ll be right over.”
I turned, and another flash of lightning froze me in place. A tall man in buckskin fought with what could only be a demon with ebony skin, a pair of forward-growing horns above its glowing red eyes and short ones growing upward from its forehead. The two moved in a blur. They seemed to be equal in skill, but then, the human thrust a pure white sword into the chest of his opponent. The demon crumpled to the ground, and the image faded from view. I shook my head, and returned the table. I vowed to stay away from the Keebler cookies and Pepsi. ‘They’ve got me hallucinating,’ I thought as I sat.
“What’s Drago gonna do?” Anderson asked.
“Everyone else has decided to explore, or move. What is Drago going to do?”
I gave myself a mental shake and lifted the miniature. The pewter figure felt red-hot. I dropped it, and flapped my hand as pain bit into me. At the same time, I hissed in agony and cussed.
“Are you okay, Carter?” Meghan asked, touching my shoulder. “Did you cut yourself?”
“No,” I groaned. “This fucking thing is hot! Who’s the smartass?”
Hurt turned to anger. I glared around the table, but everyone appeared to be concerned. Mike poked my figurine with the tip of his finger and looked back at me.
“This is cool, Carter. You couldn’t have been burned.” He picked the little statue up. “See?”
While I stared in surprise, Meghan pulled my fingers open. She gasped and Stacy said, “Ohmigod.”
I glanced down. A nice outline of Drago’s features was seared into my flesh. I got up and hurried over to the sink. I ran cold water over the burn while the others whispered about what had happened. The stinging stopped and I held my hand up to the light. With the exception of the faint outline of Drago’s sword, the scald was gone.
“Hey, Carter! Wake up, man. What’s Drago gonna do?”
I blinked. I was seated next to Meghan and Stacy. Mike was next to his girlfriend and Lucas was on the other side of Meghan. Anderson stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowed. I stared down at the battle grid. A Minotaur miniature was before Drago’s.
“Kill him, of course.”
“Roll for it.”
As the others played, I switched my attention to trying to figure out what had happened. I gave a surreptitious peek at the palm of my hand, the outline of Drago’s sword still visible. However, it had the appearance of an old wound. ‘What the hell?’ I wondered as I refocused on the game.
I wouldn’t find out for some time.

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Into the Realm: The Chronicles of Carter Blake, Book I (C1S4)

Previous subchapter is here.


Subchapter 4


I’m sure you are now wondering about Anderson, so before I go further, I’ll brief you on him. Keith Anderson stood an inch taller than me, yet I had sixty pounds on him. He had brown eyes, short, reddish-brown hair, and favored an outfit of black t-shirt and jeans. The guy almost vibrated with energy and could be a lot of fun. Anderson’s also a huge fan of BattleHammer and Japanese culture which is why I called him only by his last name.

He sat in his favorite place, a leather recliner near the hearth, when Lucas and I entered the living room which was decorated white. The Game Creator, on the other hand, dressed head-to-toe in black. I once asked if he had Goth aspirations. His reply? “Nope. I’m lazy and with a closet full of dark clothes, I don’t have to worry about making sure anything matches.” When he didn’t look up to greet us, I decided to needle him a bit.

“Hey, Mister Edward Cullen, how are you doing?”

Without looking up, he retaliated, “If you ever call me a sparkle fairy again, I’ll eliminate every character you create from now ‘til judgment day.”

“By all the hells,” I chuckled. “That’s pretty harsh for an emo guy.”

A glare directed at me. “Fuck you, Carter.”

I laughed again. “This is Lucas Jackson. Has anyone else arrived?”

Anderson held out his hand and shook Lucas’.

“Nope. You two are the leading arrivals.”

Just then, Megan walked into the room causing Lucas to goggle. I’d had the same reaction when I first seen her, but I had gotten used to her and was focused on Daphne. Megan was a petite, 157.48 cm. cheerleader for the Johns-Hopkins Blue Jays.

She had her long brown hair in a braid that went over her right shoulder. Her dark chocolate eyes sparkled with delight when she spotted me. I was one of her “most favorite people”, as she put it, because I always teamed up with her against her brother in water battles. She was wearing her cheer outfit of short skirt, halter top and sneakers, all in the school colors of Columbia blue and black.

“Hey, Carter,” she chirruped in her tiny voice. “How are you?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Eager to play BattleHammer. Who’s the new guy?”

“This is Lucas Jackson. Lucas, put your eyes back in your head and greet the lady.”

He swallowed hard and mumbled a greeting. Megan smiled at him and went into the dining room where we’d be playing with a swirl of skirt and a quick flash of spanker pants. A few minutes later, Mike and Stacy walked in holding hands. Mike Reynolds appeared to be the identical twin of actor Jensen Ackles. He had the same brown hair, blue eyes and short, stocky stature. Because he grew tired of being confused for the guy, Mike dyed his hair black, and wore contacts to make his eyes appear blood-red. His girlfriend was a fluffy young woman of 167.64 cm. Her mane was the color of Mike’s original hair and she possessed golden brown eyes.

I made introductions all around and we headed in to the dining room to play BattleHammer. Much to Lucas’ chagrin, and my amusement, Megan was the first to offer to help him create his character. The poor guy couldn’t seem to get his tongue to work right when she was sitting next to him. The others watched for a few minutes while Megan tried to get Lucas to speak to her. At last, her brother spoke up.

“For Christ’s sake, Megan. Move away from the poor bastard. Can’t you tell he’s too attracted to you to talk?”

That flustered both of them. Lucas turned brick-red and Megan left the room. Stacy went to Lucas’ side and after several minutes of chatting with him in a low voice, got the guy to begin creating his character. I stared at Anderson for a few seconds, shook my head at his decision to be an asshole, and then went to talk with Megan. When Anderson pissed her off like this, only their mom, dad and I could get her to speaking with him again. Once, their parents decided to let the siblings work things out on their own, but after a month of Megan and Anderson communicating through intermediaries, gave in and mediated.

I found Megan standing in the kitchen with a glass of wine, leaning against the white marble counter. She had her free arm wrapped around her middle like she was trying to keep her body together.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Not really,” she said. “I am mortified. Why does Keith have to be such an asshole?”

“I have no idea, Keebles. I think it’s a regulator issue.”

She smiled at the nickname I had given her as I knew she would.

“So, he’s trying to control me?” she mused.

“By all the hells, don’t be silly. He’s attempting to regulate the relationship forming in front of his eyes.”

She peered at me.

“Yes, Keebles, even I spotted the budding attraction between the two of you.”

“Nothing like this ever happened to me before. It’s like Lucas is a big, sexy and shy teddy bear I just want to hug, squeeze and cuddle up with.”

I grinned. That was an apt description. I walked over to the pantry and pulled out a package of Megan’s favorite cookies, Keebler Elf’s. I offered them to her.

“Munch these, and ignore Keith. After the game, if Lucas hasn’t asked you out, ask him.”

She giggled. “You’re a smart man, Carter. I’m glad you’re friends with my little brother.”

“Oh, we’re not friends?”

She opened her mouth to protest and took a good look at me: I had crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her. She laughed again and tossed a cookie at me. I uncrossed them and, more by luck than skill, caught the snack with one hand. I crowed about the accomplishment and we left the kitchen laughing. Mike was deep in conversation with Anderson and Lucas was putting the finishing touches on his character. He glanced up, saw we were in the room and pushed Anderson towards us. Her brother walked over and spoke to Meghan as I sauntered over to check out the new party member.

The dining room grew dimmer as the sun sank behind the houses. Anderson closed the curtains while Megan and I lit the candles, to “establish the mood” as Anderson put it. He tended to be impatient with natural light. After he finished setting things up to his liking, he clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alrighty, folks. Gather around and let’s get this started, eh?”

We took our seats at the table with me making sure Megan sat next to Lucas. We put our miniatures on the battle grid Anderson placed before us. He put a couple of buildings up.

“Alright. Recap: Last time, you guys wiped out a bunch of the Rakshasha wizard Mordecai’s lieutenants, killed one of his generals and brought down one of his towers. Shall we run down why your band of heroes is trying to stop him for Lucas? Let’s start with the party leader. Mike?”

Mike folded his arms across the back of the chair which he’d spun backwards to the table. “I play Luwaxana. An elf ranger, she wants revenge for Mordecai using the people of her village to construct a philosopher’s stone.”

Lucas pushed his glasses up on his nose, showing his neat finger nails in the process. “So he enslaved them?”

“They were the main ingredient.”

“Damn. That’s twisted.”

“That’s not the most fucked up event,” Anderson said. “Meghan?”

She smiled at Lucas. “When you view my character, Shauna the Deft, one of the first things you’ll notice are her clockwork hands. After doing a job for Mordecai, he rewarded her by cutting them off and leaving her to die. She wants to return the favor.”

“That was cruel,” said Lucas.

“Heh. Wait ‘til you hear from Stacy,” Anderson said.

Stacy put her leg on Mike’s lap. “I am Ox Silverfist. I’m an experiment of Mordecai’s. He wanted to find out what would happen if he fused a red dragon with a troll. After he grew bored with me, Mordecai tossed me to the side. I was abandoned by the side of a road and left to starve. Luwaxana and Shauna found me on their way to the Utterdark to seek aid from the dwarves for an exploration to the Stygian Trench on a treasure hunt. We never got there because of what we found.”

“So, you always speak as your character?” Lucas said.

“Just when we play,” Stacy said, stretching.

Anderson interrupted.  “Carter, did you fill Lucas in on Drago?

“I did.”

“Excellent. Let’s set up our scene and start slinging some dice.” Anderson picked up his index cards and flipped through them. When he had them in the right order, “You’ve come to a shattered village. A few buildings burn, but most have been reduced to rubble.” He glanced at us. “Show me your positions on the map.”

We placed our miniatures on the grid that Anderson had drawn. As was usual during our adventures, Drago was in the advance position, followed by Shauna and Ox.  Luwaxana brought up the rear.”

“Why do you have them positioned like this?” Lucas asked, looking at me.

“It’s the most sound formation as far as tactics are concerned. Drago leads because he’s the tank. Shauna is the most dexterous and Ox is the sponge. Luwaxana has the sharpest senses, so she makes sure we aren’t ambushed.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense for the sponge to be in the front to soak up any damage? Let Ox take the lead.”

Meghan spoke up. “The way Carter explained this to me, when I raised the same question, is it makes more sense to have the guy that’s hard to hit in front to distract the others. Just because Ox can take a lot of hits doesn’t mean he should.”

“Good point,” Lucas said.

“May we continue now, or do you need to know about the strategy?” Anderson said.

Lucas stared at him for a time before shaking his head. Anderson rolled a few dice, consulted his cards, then turned to Mike. “What do you want to do?”

“Luwaxana is going to scan around and make sure no one is sneaking up on us,” Mike said.

“Okay. That requires a check. Beat a DC of twenty-three.”

Lucas whispered to me, “What’s a DC again?”

“The difficulty in doing something. In this case, I’m thinking Anderson’s got some bad guys trying to ambush us. Mike is about to roll and try to get his score higher than twenty-three. Watch.”

The twenty-sided die rolled over the table for a short distance. A fifteen came up. Mike smiled and traced his finger over his character sheet. “With ten points in my skills, and a plus three wisdom modifier, my total is twenty-eight.” Anderson nodded, consulted his notecards once more, wrote a note and passed it to Mike who read the message, and made his announcement, “Guys, we’re being followed. Should I circle around to behind them, or do y’all think we should ambush them?”

I adopted my infamous Irish brogue. “Nay, lass. We shall get ourselves undaircover an’ await whoaivair be followin’ us.”

“Carter, do you have to use that god awful accent?” Meghan said with a shudder.

“Is this necessary to discuss this every session, Keebles?” I said in my regular voice. “I told you, this is how they sounded in Drago’s clan.”

She sighed. “How can I persuade you not to use it anymore?”

‘Show me your boobs,’ I thought.

“Maybe you could show him your breasts, Meghan,” Lucas said.

We both turned to look at him. I raised an eyebrow and she grinned at the big guy. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. Whatever she said made him blush. Anderson opened his mouth, only for Lucas to cut him off. “Let’s focus on the game guys.”

Anderson closed his mouth and blinked, leaning back in his chair. Stacy reached out and rubbed his shoulder. “What’s wrong, Keith?” She was one of the few allowed to call him by his first name.

“Nothing, Stace. I’m wondering about the mathematical probability of Lucas saying what I was going to.”

“One in three hundred fifty-five thousand, two hundred ninety-three,” Mike answered. He was our resident math whiz. A lot of times, I envied his ease with numbers.

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Holy Shit. People Have Actually Scared Me for the First Time.

On 12/12/2013, I had my eyes opened to something horrifying. A Facebook friend liked a status update about getting raw milk. For those few of you who might not know, raw milk is unpasteurized. I freely admitted, I started things off with some inflammatory snark.


Okay. That was a pretty reasonable response. You know, asking me to be nicer. However, pay close attention to the other stuff (which I admit, I missed until now): Non-government mandated life 9i.e. food, drugs, vaccinations, ect. Holy shit.

Little did I realize, this was the beginning of the horror show. This is my response:


Wait for it: Lunaticrantings2

See more of the crazy coming out? It’s in the post script: You have more chance of getting sick and dying from vegetables in the produce department or meats in the meat department, not to mention all the pharmaceutical drugs that have been approved as “safe…”

Wow. Here’s my response (note: I still hadn’t noticed the pharmaceutical line & some of the other commenters decided to fling names my way): responsetolunacy2

If you want to follow my link: Now, I’m thinking, “Okay, I gave them science based evidence. That should persuade them.” Ha-ha-ha-ha. Yeah. Right. Lunaticrantings

To quote my RageMaster 5000, “What the actual fuckity-fuck-fuck?!” (deep breath) This is my well-reasoned, and logical response: myrepsonses to lunaticrantings

Okay. Maybe not so reasoned, or logical. Certainly not emotion free. That last post from the owner of that page scared the fuck out of me. This is the 21st century. The Information Age. With all the access to science websites, blogs, FaceBook pages, and Twitter feeds, how the Hell can that shit exist? Seriously?

Not trusting the government is one thing, especially with shit like Senators tweeting pics of their junk, and bailing out Wall Street, and stuff like that, but this is science. Real science can’t lie. It can be skewed like everything else, but someone, somewhere will reveal it to be bullshit if so. I don’t mind that these people do this stuff, as I mentioned in my first post, “Darwinism works.” No, what really bothers me about this, is that these fools most likely have children who will suffer. I hate that. So, I reported the page. This is my first time doing so.

Last thing: If you want to see the original post in all it’s glory (though I hope it’s gone now),

Into the Realm: The Chronicles of Carter Blake, Book I (C1S3)

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Subchapter 3

According to Gabriel Iglesias, there are six stages of fatness: big, healthy, husky, fluffy, “Damn!”, and “Uh-uh!” He says he is fluffy. The difference between damn and uh-uh is you are still willing to work with “damn”. If a “damn” approaches you on a crowded elevator, you will look around, and let him on. On the other hand, if an “uh-uh” approaches you on a crowded elevator, you hold up your hand, while pushing the close door button fast, and say, “Uh-uh!”

I bring this up because I watched his show last night after Daphne left. When I saw Lucas Rumpff, I couldn’t help but think, ‘Uh-uh!’ and laugh out loud. He glanced over at me, shook his head, readjusted his glasses and started into the library. Dressed in blue jeans and a green and black Hawaiian shirt, Lucas was around my height and maybe three times my girth. He had long, thick brown hair which flowed down to his shoulders. A beat up red laptop bag hung over his right shoulder. He’s in a few of my classes, but I never spoke to him. As far as I knew, he was a loner. I wondered if he preferred to be alone, or was lonely. I soon would find out, because Anderson, the Game Creator of my weekend BattleHammer game said we needed another player to “enliven it.”

I opened the large wooden door of the library and walked in. It was like going back in time. The overhead lights were actual chandeliers suspended from the high ceiling. The librarian had an antique Remington typewriter and dressed like a bobbysoxer. The wall lamps were arc sodium and cast an orange glow. The chairs in the reading room were stuffed leather and ashtrays were scattered around. I have no idea how the place got away with smoking paraphernalia after the way the media and government demonized tobacco.

I walked amongst the towering bookshelves, their aisles shadowed and sinister. I found Lucas debating between “A Stranger in a Strange Land” by Robert Heinlein and “Cobra” by Timothy Zahn. His laptop bag sat on the floor at his feet like an obedient dog. He glanced over at me. “Are you stalking me?”

I laughed. “No way, man. My name is Carter. I was wondering if you ever played BattleHammer.”

“Why?” he asked, suspicious.

“The Game Creator says to get some more people. I thought of you because you’re always reading sci-fi and fantasy books.”

“I’ve never done so.”

I was glad the suspicion was gone from his voice. I picked up interest in his tone.

“I can teach you how to play on the way over to the game. We have an all weekend thing scheduled. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

He looked back down at the books.

“I’d go for the Zahn book; I didn’t enjoy the Heinlein one. My advice: get both of them and then choose.”

“With my schedule, I will only have time for one. By the way, my name is Lucas Rumpff.”

We shook hands, and he returned Stranger. I walked with him over to the librarian’s desk and waited while she stamped the card with the due date. We walked out into the spring sunshine together to North Wolf St. A crowd of lacrosse players swaggered by. The captain of the team, who I tutored in chemistry on Tuesday evenings shouted over at us.

“Hey, Blake! Who’s your new girlfriend?”

“Aw, don’t be jealous, Stevenson!” I yelled back. “I’ll still let you fellate me!”

The jocks stopped.

“What the fuck did you say, Blake?” Stevenson said.

“Settle down,” I commanded. “Tuesday evening, seven pm., Chem 101. Don’t forget.”

The reminder deflated his anger and he waved for his teammates to follow him. Lucas and I trotted down the library steps and walked down the sidewalk.

“You shouldn’t taunt Stevenson like that, Carter. He’ll get you.”

“He doesn’t dare,” I said, feigning a confidence I didn’t really feel. I don’t understand why I said that. Broderick Stevenson could kill me. “He recognizes I’ll make sure he fails Chemistry if he does anything. A grade flop and he’s off the team. Bye-bye scholarship.”


“He trusts me to teach him the subject.”


We walked down Wolf St in silence for a block, and then I remembered I had promised to teach Lucas about the game. “So, about the game of BattleHammer; like Dungeons and Dragons, it uses a D20 system. Have you heard of the structure?”


“Right. So, to do anything that requires effort in-world, you roll a D20, add the relevant modifiers and compare that to a Difficulty Class. Beating the DC means you succeed, missing it means failure. Understand?”

“Yep. I’m with you, Carter.”

“Alright, for playing, that’s about all you need to know upfront. If anything else comes up, we’ll fill you in as needed.”


We paused to wait for the signal at North Avenue, and then crossed. We had to hurry a bit because the warning light began to flash when we were about halfway across the busy street.

“The next step is to fill you in on the world and major characters, and then I’ll fill you in about your character’s future teammates. We’ll begin with the gods. There are a whole hell of a lot of them, so I’ll tell you about those our party has had dealings with. First up is Kellün, the god of the elves and woodlands. He has many allies and enemies, but the main ones we are dealing with are Morgrid the Soul-forger and Lucien, the Demon King. Morgrid is the chief Dwarf divine being as well as being the one of the Forge. Lucien is self-explanatory. Unlike D&D, which separates fiends into two groups, BattleHammer says all pure evil beings are demons. Another deity I’m sure will pop up in the story is the father of the gods, Chokkan. Are you still with me, Lucas?”

He waited until we scampered across Federal Street before he answered.

“So far.”

“Good.” I panted. I glanced over at Lucas, who wasn’t even breathing hard. I was a bit envious. “Next are the major players of our game, otherwise known as our characters and the bad guys. My character is a dwarf warrior named Drago the Clanless. His clan was wiped out by the main bad guy who I’ll tell you about soon. Drago vowed revenge. His allies are as follows: Luwaxana, a female elven ranger, controlled by Mike Reynolds; Shauna the Deft, a human thief, controlled by Megan Anderson, the GC’s older sister; and Ox Silverfist, a half-dragon/half-troll Warpriest of Kellün, controlled by Stacy Meers.”

“Wow, a half-dragon/half-troll? That sounds like fun,” Lucas said, as we crossed East Oliver. Since the street was pretty dead, we didn’t bother checking for traffic.

“Does it? Just so you are aware – and I should have mentioned this before – in addition to the half-bloods, humans, dwarves and elves, you could also be a Leviathan, a deepling, or a Gnome,” I said, kicking an empty Pepsi can.

“Did you say a Ga-nome?”

“I did. In the world of BattleHammer, that is how they pronounce the name of their race.”

Lucas chuckled. “What are deeplings?”

We stopped at the corner of Biddle Street and looked for oncoming cars. The day grew dimmer as a cloud scudded past the sun. “They are a race of underground fairies, similar to leprechauns. They average about four feet tall and are between thirty and fifty pounds. Due to this stature, folks who haven’t encountered them before tend to mistake them for human children. They’re long lived like elves and dwarves, and reproduce about twice every seventy years. Deeplings are innate spell casters, and as such, they begin with a free level as a mage.”

“Cool. What about the Gnomes?” Lucas chuckled again at the pronunciation of the name.

By this time, we were near Patterson Park in East Baltimore. We walked up a pretty steep hill. Lucas took the tor with the same ease that he’d taken our swift hike from the library. I tell you, I still have no idea how he managed to set such a rapid pace and not breathe hard. My face was hot, skin greasy from sweat and I panted like a dog.

“They’re another race of midgets.” I gasped for air at the top of the hill. I motioned for him to stop so I could catch my breath. While he waited, cool and relaxed, I leaned over with hands on knees and tried to swallow my lungs again. After about ten minutes, I resumed. “Gnomes average about three feet in height with the women being taller and stronger. The males are smarter and more agile for the most part. They are natural pickpockets and rogues in general, and they start with a free level of thief.”

Twenty minutes later, we arrived in Anderson’s neighborhood. It was a pretty affluent section of East Baltimore, not far from Patterson Park. His folks owned a townhouse that was about twice as big as my mom’s row house. We walked up to the wide mahogany door and went in.

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Why I Could Never Commit Suicide

I’m writing this because yesterday I was feeling pretty damned depressed, and I posted a message on FaceBook which worried some of my friends. That post read: “If I could go to sleep, and not wake up, that would be great.” They interpreted that as meaning I would commit suicide. Thing is, none of them know that I can’t, and won’t, do so. The following is why.


I was twelve when it happened.  I had this really awesome friend, named Scott.  He was ten years older than me, three older than his sister, Lisa. I adored him so much, I occasionally called him, “Dad”.  He taught me how to play baseball, how to get women to notice me without making a fool of myself, how to find humor in just about any situation.  I’d have done anything he asked.  Without question.  As I said, “I idolized him.”  When I grew up, I wanted to be just like him.  There were a great many things he taught me.  Including his final lesson: Life, and love, are infinitely precious.

January 3, 1993.  I was supposed to meet Scott at his house at 1430 to go out and have a snowball fight.  We were going to ambush Lisa.  Even then, I had a crush on her.  He knew it, I’m sure, but he never made fun or even told her.  He simply said to wait until I was older and ask her to be straight with me.  Ten days later, she revealed her love of women to me. (But, that’s a story for another day.)

He’d always said if I was running late, to simply call and let him know.  This time I didn’t.  To this day, I can’t tell you why, or what I’d been doing to make me two hours late.  I used my key to go in, and called out to him as was my usual thing.  I didn’t hear any response.  I went walking through the place, trying to find him.   In the kitchen, I found a note from him.  “Rob, I’m in the bathroom, holler when you get in.  -Scott.  3 Jan 1425”

I went up to the bathroom and knocked on the door.  The door swung open a bit, and I leaned back, expecting him to jump out at me.  He’d been doing this to show me how to control my reactions and expect the unexpected.  Seconds later, there was still no Scott.  I looked in and discovered him.  He was in the tub, both wrists slashed.  They were cut so deeply, I could see the bones of his wrists.  The tub was filled with his blood.  It was so cold in there, that there was a skim of ice around the edges of the water.  For the longest time, I blamed myself.  If I’d not been late, or if I’d called, he might have still been alive.

The next thing I was aware of, was Lisa.  She took me by the hand and took me to her home.  I was completely numb.  (If you ask my folks, they’ll probably tell you that that was the most well-behaved I’d been in a long time.  If, they remember.)  For two days, Lisa talked at me.  I was simply unable to form a coherent thought, much less able to hold an intelligent conversation.  To this day, I don’t remember how she was able to successfully reach me.  All I remember was her telling me his philosophy.  But she put it forth as her own.  “Find the funny in the situation.”

She showed it to me with these words, “You know, for all his talk about his Johnson being unbearably heavy sometimes, he was awfully tiny.”  Her delivery was totally deadpan.  It was as if she’d just mentioned the weather.  It made me laugh until I cried.  It was completely unexpected.

As the days, weeks and months went by, she taught me that not only was it not my fault that he’d died, but there was a reason for it.  I simply had to learn what it was.  She never told me if I was right, or wrong with my conclusion.  Just said that it was mine.  Oddly enough, she didn’t really ever tell me what her feelings were.  Looking back, I now know that she was hurting just as much, if not more than, me.

There it is.  The reason I can’t tolerate suicide.  I don’t want to be a selfish coward.  Dying is the easy part.  The ones you leave behind are the true victims.  If you really love someone, you will live for them.  Even if you feel like your very existence is torture.  You will ask them to help you with your problems, not bottle them up until everything you touch becomes poison.

Into the Realm: The Chronicles of Carter Blake, Book I (C1,S2)

In case you missed Chapter 1- subchapter 1, you can find it here.

Subchapter 2

Daphne and I headed up to the third floor library to research her psychology assignment. She began scanning her textbook, while I searched through mom’s, for the differences between sociopath and psychopath. I requested her to sum up what the text said so I could hear it in layman’s terms. After several minutes of thought, she did, finding defining the two to be harder than she had hoped. We worked for another three hours.     Keeping my eyes on the book, I asked my second question. “Daphne, what was your first real kiss like for you?”
Her head snapped up in surprise after a four-second delay.   “Where’d that come from?” she asked.
“I’m curious,” I answered. “I haven’t had one yet.”
She smiled. “It was both sweet and awkward. Neither of us had had any experience with kissing. At my freshman homecoming dance, the guy I went with, Tyler Stanford. We were slow dancing to ‘Lady’ by Kenny Rogers. There’s a line, ‘I’m your knight in shining armor and I love you.’ Right then, Tyler moved in to kiss me. I had decided to kiss him at the same time. Result? We bonked heads. We smiled, red-faced, at each other, and tried again. On this try, our lips met instead of our skulls.” She chuckled. “Not too smooth. But, the kisses got much better after that.”
I was fascinated. I conjured a vision of Daphne giving me my first real kiss. I felt her eyes on me and glanced up from the book, face aflame. She kindly pretended not to notice and rose to her feet. She plucked the text from my slack fingers, dropping a small kiss on the top of my head.
“Goodnight, Carter,” she said, leaving my room.

I never saw Daphne again.

Continues here.

I’m Running A Contest

As you know, I recently became friends with Laci Paige. I’ve decided to run a contest with the prize being a copy of The Silken Edge. All you have to do is leave a comment below with your name and saying you liked her FaceBook  page. I’ll select a winner next week. In the meantime, to whet your appetite, an excerpt:


Kristy jumped at the sound of Steven’s bedroom door slamming shut, and she took a deep relaxing breath.
“Are you frightened?” Sherry’s green eyes were wide peeking out from her auburn bangs.
“No. That was fuckin’ hot.” She fanned herself with her hand. “I’ve never seen that side of him before. So in charge. So demanding.” Her insides clenched in need. Must be the wine.
Sherry narrowed her eyes at her long time friend, and then they popped open. “I knew it. You’re submissive!”
“Oh, cut it with that crap. I don’t want to hear any more about how you and your Dom are forever happy with your arrangement. It’s too weird for me.” She averted her gaze and focused on her wine glass, swirling the liquid around inside. “Nice collar by the way.”
She looked up just in time to see Sherry flinch at the mention and reach up and stroke the petite choker around her neck. “H-how did you know?”
“I’m not stupid. When you and Dan got serious in all this BDSM crap, I went online and read about the lifestyle. So that’s how I know it’s not for me.” She offered her friend a warm smile. “But if you’re happy, then I’m happy for the both of you.”
Sherry reached out and hugged her. “Thank you. I’m glad. Your blessing means everything to me.”
“He’s a good man for you or I wouldn’t have stood up for you at your wedding.”
Sherry tapped her fingers against her choker. “I’m sorry I forgot I was wearing it when I rushed out with you. You know this lifestyle is only for the bedroom, and the club, right? That’s our arrangement, and we’re both content with it. Aside from being his submissive during those times, I’m in charge of everyday life.”
She shook her head. “I know, but let’s stop talking about this before I get too many visuals of you in ropes, nipple clamps, and butt plugs.” She clenched her eyes tight and faked a shiver.
“Okay, moving on…So how about the gym?” Sherry asked, with a glint in her eye.
“What about it? I’ll be going every night after work to avoid Steven.” Kristy didn’t like where the conversation was heading.
“And for no other reason?” Sherry waggled her eyebrows.
“Oh come on. Jake’s a baby. I could be his mother.”


 Above all else, Laci enjoys spending time with her family. She and her husband support their children on the soccer pitch and off. Laci enjoys the outdoors, and of course reading and writing (and chocolate). Their family lives in Hampton Roads with one lazy, elderly cat.

I’m Promoting A Book For A Friend.

Laci Paige is an excellent writer who I’ve had the pleasure of meeting recently. She a fun and wonderful person to know. Her debut novel is currently available on Amazon for $0.99 as a Cyber Monday deal. Go nab it while you can.

Oh. You want to know more about it? Makes sense.

The Silken Edge, by Laci Paige

Though it says click to look inside, if you click, you’ll be taken to the puchase page. There, you can look inside.

BDSM/May-December/Erotic Romance – Heat Level 4

After her longtime boyfriend dumps her, Kristy craves a change in her life. Her best friend, Sherry, is into the BDSM scene, and on a whim and a bet, Kristy finds herself in the playroom at an exclusive club. A disguised Dom named Master Jay uses sensation play and a piece of silk to help her discover the world of kink. She finds it enjoyable and addictive, but what she doesn’t know is that Master Jay is really Jake, a much younger man to whom she’s strongly attracted.

For the past couple of years, Jake quietly watched Kristy in his gym. He doesn’t care that she’s older than him; he wants her. When the virgin BDSM sub he’s hired to train ends up being Kristy, Jake almost falls apart. During the scene they play at the club, he fantasizes about getting her into restraints in his own playroom. But Kristy is shocked when she learns that the two men she desires are one and the same. Can Kristy who’s led a vanilla sex life, and Jake, who knows nothing but kink, find a future together?


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Above all else, Laci enjoys spending time with her family. She and her husband support their children on the soccer pitch and off. Laci enjoys the outdoors, and of course reading and writing (and chocolate). Their family lives in Hampton Roads with one lazy, elderly cat.

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One last thing: Later in the week, I’m gonna have an excerpt and I’ll be running a contest where you can win a free copy of this from Me. Yup. I’m gonna buy a copy, and gift it the winner. Stay tuned.