Lorraine B.

Different Sides of the Fence

Different Sides of the Fence
By Lorraine B.

Copyright 2006
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Chapter 1:

The day was overcast, gloomy and raining off and on, this was not a good day for me as I walked into the off campus apartment I shared with Daniel Carson. I was caught in a cloudburst and drenched to the skin, the only good thing was that today was Friday and the next two days were mine. My mind was reeling from past events during and after my last class. I was not a happy camper to say the least as I slammed the door to our apartment shut and threw my knapsack full of books down near the couch.

When It Hits The Fan

When It Hits The Fan!

By: Lorraine B.

Ó 2003

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Signal Three-Three-Five

Reposted in its final, completed form.

By Lorraine B.

The red and black paint of the all the apparatus shone, the chrome twinkled in the dimly lighted firehouse. The lights and sirens were silent on the emergency trucks. The ready deck was quiet as most of the fire companies' personnel were in bed, with the exception for a few watching television or playing cards. It was their turn to unwind from the day of fighting the red, white and orange flames of the fires they had fought during their shift of twenty-four hours. Suddenly the lights went from dim to bright. A siren went off over the speakers.

Anxieties

Anxieties

By Lorraine B.

Ó 2006

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Pioneers

Pioneers
By: Lorraine B.
© 2006 Lorraine Bank

The sky was gray with the air filled with a fine watery mist. Not a sound was heard from the furry inhabitants in the wooded area. There was no rustle of leaves from the numerous plants due to there not being any wind to stir them, just the constant drip of water droplets. The grasses were long and the trees green with droplets of water refracting the available light. This was open country surrounded by gently rolling hills, forests, pasture land, and small lakes with a smattering of towns and villages thrown into the foray of civilization. This was the year 1890 AD in the state known as Wisconsin, the middle part of it in North America.

The Alien Within or Holy Crap, There's An Alien In My Bed! - Part 3

Part Three
The Alien Within or Holy Crap, There's An Alien In My Bed!

© 2002 By Lorraine B.
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Chapter Thirty-nine:

I awoke several hours later in my bed. The nap I took seemed to have
relieved the vomiting and the upset stomach I had prior to lying down.
I felt like my old self and I felt energetic. I stripped out of the
ship's uniform I had on, placing the articles of clothing into the self
cleaner adjacent to my closet. At least I thought to myself, I wouldn't
have to do any laundry as I did back on Earth, which didn't bother me
in the least to do.

The Alien Within or Holy Crap, There's An Alien In My Bed! - part 2

The Alien Within or Holy Crap,
There's An Alien In My Bed!

© 2002 By Lorraine B.

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Chapter twenty-four:

We as a family withdrew from the waters, all
was well or at least I had hoped so. Gordon placed an arm around me as I held
our baby walking. The arboretum was almost empty when we arrived to the shore.
We looked into each other's eyes there was the sign of contentment there in
Gordon's. I knew that my eyes had the same signs. I was happy with life at this
point. I had changed in so many ways whereby I had set a path to
self-destruction now my life was stable. I had the universe at my disposal!

Salvation At Last


Salvation At Last
By: Lorraine B.
Copyright 2006
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Chapter 1

The sun was going down it was fall, yet winter was quickly approaching, the wind was picking up and the temperature was dropping. The current of the river was running fast below the old railroad swing trestle bridge called Suicide Bridge, the bridge was named by the locals due to all the people that took their own lives from it. I for one almost became a statistic when I first came here. It took forever to climb the bridge due to the ice storm that hit as I walked along the old railroad tracks, as the elevations were higher here in this area to some degree. The county cops normally heavily patrolled this area from sundown to sunup but during any lousy weather the cops all hid. I had scored really big this time dumpster diving carrying ten large sacks, two with food and the rest with clothes and a set of luggage. I had made several trips to hide my loot near the bridge of course we all know those in need are the invisible to most that see us. Looking down at the rushing water seeing that the current was swift and strong I made it to the old bridge tenders shack after climbing out on the rusted girders and ladder. I found the hand holds and climbed them to the top of the bridge to open the old trapdoor in the floor of the old shack that hadn't been used since they automated the bridge. I was happy the day I found this place several months ago because I was cold, wet and homeless and this was shelter for me from the elements. The old shack had a bathroom and shower with running water and electricity, since I turned it on, an old wood burning potbelly stove that warmed the place and it was home to me, at least for the time being.

The Alien Within or Holy Crap, There's An Alien In My Bed!


The Alien Within or Holy Crap, There's An Alien In My Bed!

© 2002 By Lorraine B.
All Rights Reserved

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Chapter One
I moved in my semi-sleep state, I thought I had heard a baby cry. Perhaps
what I heard was a dream. Wait a moment I never had children, if I had they
would be adults now, gone from the safety and security of the nest. I was alone
in this immense house having had no wife in many years. I couldn't remember if I
had brought anyone home from that bar I went to last night. There was always the
possibility I did. Lord, I drank too much! My head throbbed! My muscles hurt!
Are the ravages of old age setting in?