Story Time: The Friendship of Zack and Vivian Part 3 “Rescue Me”

Happy Thanksgiving,

Do your closest friends know you?  Do you know yourself truly is inside?  Two questions that are deep and will take much ponders when it asks, the answer is hard because most of us don’t know ourselves until something or somebody pull it out of us.  The Friendship of Zack and Vivian part 3 “Rescue Me” dips its big toe in this issue.  Vivian discovers her beauty hidden inside of her, but it was cover up in a hard shell needing something to break it free.  Zack not knowing is the hammer that releases Vivian by what he see in her and a secret fear that is expose about himself that desperately wanted to keep hidden from Vivian

I hope you enjoy reading part 3 of The Friendship of Zack and Vivian and leave a commit and you can go to my website and read the story completely and other stories I have written. http://writingstoriesforfun.webs.com/zackandvivian.htm

RESCUE ME

The Next morning Vivian is eating a bowl of sugary cereal at the kitchen table, Gloria sitting across from her sipping a cup of coffee reading the newspaper.  Vivian glances at her pondering about the mommy look, ‘does she care for me like a real daughter?’  Vivian thinking that maybe she could treat her like her real mom until she can go back home.

“Mom,” Gloria did not answerer because Vivian would accidentally call her mom but immediately correct herself, but not this time, “Mom!”

Gloria drops the paper to peek at Vivian startle, “Yes Vivian?”

“I was wondering if you can go to the mall and help me buy some makeup,” Gloria eyes widen, “You know I think it time that I should start wearing that stuff and take care of my skin, you know,” a huge smile appear on Gloria face.

“Sure Vivian I will help you, that will be my pleasure,” she rose from the table looking for her handbag finding it pulling out her keys, looking up at Vivian proudly thinking my Vivian wants to do girls things, “Ready to go?”  Vivian was very surprise at Gloria that she wanted to do it now, but she was too excited grabbing Vivian hand sprinting to the department store.

Vivian seated in a high chair Gloria next to her padding her hand beaming in the cosmetics section of the department store.  Two women, makeup artist, an older woman and her young assistant inspecting Vivian face, the older woman adjusting the light to see the true color of her skin and texture moving her head to see at difference angles saying “Hmmm.”  Speaking to the young woman, giving instruction that sounded like code, she pull out trays of miniature jars, tubes, bottles and brushes making Vivian wonder ‘what are they going to do to me?’

“You are going to look beautiful,” said Gloria squeezing Vivian hand, Vivian looking back at her with an uncomfortable smile.

Ok, we are ready,” spoke the older makeup artist, “There is a charming and alluring face that wants to come out and we will let her free.”  They started Cleansing her face showing the products and giving her instruction, the assistant handed the older woman the foundation she apply it skillfully like an artist with a canvas dabbing concealer and brushing.  The old woman let her young apprentice apply the blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara as the old makeup master observed.  Vivian can only guess what her face look like because they would not let see her image in the mirror.  Almost finish the young woman step aside as the older makeup master choose the lipstick color for Vivian lips with the gentle touch apply it afterward the woman stop.

“It is finish,” said the older woman, the assistant furnish Vivian a hand mirror she was surprises how pretty she looks.  “Before you had a little girl look now that alluring attractive young lady is free,” said the older makeup artist proudly.

Gloria more than happy to buy everything they use on Vivian face as they walk through the store, Gloria was scheduling in her mind with glee to get Vivian hairstyle and buy pretty clothes to match that sweet face.  Vivian felt awkward noticing young and old men peeking at her, she like the attention but felt wired.

“Vivian! Vivian!”  Hearing her name turning to spot Jack, one of the boys she played pickup basketball games and one of the few boys in school that taller than she is.

“Hi Jack?”

“I thought that was you, I almost didn’t recognize, you look great!”

“Thank you,” smiling confidently, “why are you here at the mall?”

“My mom drug me here shopping for a new suit,” then he heard her voice, “Oh I got to go I talk with you later.”  Leaving he kept glancing at Vivian beautiful face.  She grins and blushes as the young man left.

“Who was that, one of your boyfriends?”  Ask Gloria

“Oh no, he just one of the guys that I play pickup games with, they don’t see me like that.”

Gloria grinning at her, “Season changes Vivian.”

A silver two door Studebaker sports car rolls to a stop in front of a white and gray house, the car door open out steps a man dress in a black 3 piece suit tailor to his frame walking to the front door.  The grass along the sidewalk light gray the trees in the yard dark and pale gray, the sky above silver gray with white clouds this world is without color, wow, using the doorknocker he tap the door.  The made open the doors he step in handing her his card, “I’m Zackary Duke Stone I have an appointment to see Miss V Swanson.” (Zack voice similar to Bogey)

“Yes sirs,” she led him to the study, “Please wait here and I will inform mistress you are here.”  Zack walk into the room as the made closed the sliding double doors.  He survey the room viewing the build in book case full of books a desk neatly organize one side of the room a bar the other end a fireplace well used, in the middle of the room couches and coffee table at the far end of the room double window doors leading to the garden.

The sliding door opens walking in a balding man, Zack turn staring him.  “So you are the private dick,” said the man, Zack did not like how the said that.

“Yes, I’m Zackary Stone P.I, who are you?”

“I’m David, brother to Miss Swanson and her business manager, there been a mistake Mr. Stone we no longer need your services please leave.”

“Well I can’t do that David, because I was personally invited by Miss Swanson.”  Said Zack smirking, David march toward him pointing his finger in his face.

“I don’t care, I told you to get out of this house now or I will…”

“David, do you like that finger?”

Suddenly the double door spring open standing in the middle of the doorway with spotlight glow stands a tall slender woman with long lush black hair down to her shoulders.   She is wearing a single shoulder sparkling black evening gown, in the middle of the day, with a spilt that goes all the way to her thigh showing off a well shape legs.  Zack turn his head to watch this beautiful vixen stroll into the room.

“Mr. Zackary Stone,” said woman, in a sensual voice, “I’m Vivian Swanson…”

“He was just leavening!” sprouted David, Zack kept gazing at Miss Swanson.

“David leave us I want to talk to Zack, can I call you Zack?” Zack did not care what name she calls him, but David furious storming out the room. “Do you smoke Zack?” he nodded yes as she promenade over to the desk pulling out two cigarette lighting them as Zack moves toward her taking the cigarette smoking it, their eyes watching at each other as the smoke fills the room like vapors.  Zack begin to cough without stopping turn put it out in the ashtray he stop coughing realizing his imagination filter does not allow him to enjoy any dangerous narcotics, he clear his throat.

“Ok Miss Swanson why did you call for me?”

“Zack my life is in danger someone is trying to kill me.”

“Well how do you know,” Zack notice that she was rubbing her fingers, “Did you get a threaten phone call or letters?”

Laying down the cigarette,” Yes I have being getting strange little note at the nightclub, but I did not pay attention to them because I am a singer and get some strange note from fans all the time.  Then  someone tamper with the car because the butler had an accident the brake line was cut,” she open a box on the desk and pull out a bullet, “Then I got this in the mail with a note attach saying this is for your head.”

“Ok its look like someone is trying to scare you,” inspecting the bullet, “Miss Swanson do you have any enemy that you can think of that would want to hurt you?”

“The only person I can think of is Joyce, she the wife the owner of the nightclub…”

“Let me guest you are seeing this owner, tell me…,” In the corner of Zack eye he saw a shinning object out the double window doors.  Suddenly he realize it’s a barrow of a rifle swiftly grabbing Vivian arm pulling her to the floor as the bullet blast thought the glass crashing into the desk breaking wood fragment and paper in the air.  Miss Swanson on the floor screaming and crying in fear Zack covering her now knows that someone trying to kill her.  He pull out his gun crawling around the furniture to reach the window doors seeing the broken glass spying out to the garden, rain drop hit his gun he look up wondering how is it raining?

RUMBLE, RUMBLE BOOM

Walking home from school Zack did not notice that dark cloud was bubbling fast he heard the thunder feeling the blast of wind mix with dust and water.  Seeing a shelter ahead, he decided to hide in their until the storm blow over.  Dashing into the shed another person already had the same idea.  Striking the ground, a lighting bolt causes a loud thunderclap, shaking Zack and the other person.

“Whoaaaaa,” respond the other person looking back its Vivian, “Did you see that, Hey Zack!”  Zack is surprise that the other person in the shed is Vivian, the lighting excited her, but he was afraid.  Zack hoping that this disturbance is not a crazy lighting thunderstorm, he did not want to show fear in front of Vivian but the lighting kept flashing, gigantic thunderclaps hit, vibrating the ground and shelter.  He tries to zone into a happy place in his mind but he kept seeing continues flashing of lighting and hearing constant booming of thunder all around him. 

BOOM,

BOOM,

RUMBLE,

RUMBLE!

The enormous thunder violently shook the shelter, Zack trembling backup against the wall slid down in a crouching position.  His knees up against his face folded his arms around his legs eyes closed wishing the storms would go away hopping Vivian do not see him like this.

“Wow!  This storm is crazy,” said Vivian in her excited voice stepping back so she will not get wet from the rain.  Vivian twists her head to see Zack reaction, but saw him crouch on the ground face between his knees.  Zack cold, heart beating fast and breathing heavy realize that Vivian is looking at him cowering like a little boy.  Now he ashamed and embarrass thinking ‘she will laugh at me and I deserve it a few year from turning 18 years old and he still afraid of storms.’  Vivian advance toward him, he would not look up expecting her to kick and ridiculed him.  She squat very close to him reach over and pull his hand next to her chest holding that he can feel her heart beating fast.

“I don’t like this storm ether, its scare me too,” Zack quickly glance at her wiping his face, holding his hand firmly she lay it on her lap, “You know I saw a movie where the father was trying to calm his son during a storm.  He said when you see the lighting start counting and stop when you hear the thunder, the higher the number you go that mean the storm is going away,” a lighting flash she started to count, “one, two, three, four…” A thunderclap, Zack look up, they both saw another lighting flash, and they both started to count.

“One, two, three, four, five…”

BOOM,

BOOM,

They both kept counting until the number reach double digit, Zack would not look a Vivian direct only her hand holding his.  Zack calm as the rain stop and the sun peaking through the clouds, Vivian drops his hand leap to her feet.

“I got to go, see you later,” said Vivian as she ran out the shelter in a flash, Zack rising to his feet watching her leave.  Running a few hundred feet, she stops breathing fast heart racing talking to her self, “Why did you do that?”  Looking back with a smile, “Girl stop it, no stop it!”  She begins to run hoping to leave that emotion behind her.  Zack peek out the shelter then he heard thunder in the distant and ran home like a rabbit.

I hope you enjoy reading part 3 of The Friendship of Zack and Vivian and leave a commit and you can go to my website and read the story completely and other stories I have written.

Story Time: The Friendship of Zack and Vivian part 2 “First Contact”

Part 2 of the story is call First Contact; Zack imagination is a vivid part of the story because it is use to show how Zack wishes what he wants to be in real life.  In his mind, he is adventurous taking great risks, smart and brave.  In his stories, he plays in his head he is attractive and not afraid to talk to girls, but best of all his imagination even protect him from desires that he is not mature to experience in his young life.

First Contact in my mind as writing this story like a science fiction movie of man greeting an alien being or a western story the cowboy befriends an Indian.  The clash of two very difference cultures communicating for the first time.  The fear of the unknown and how one party will react to another jester of friendship, that Zack dilemma when he makes the timid contact to Vivian.  There are a few hurdles like he a boy and she a girl, he very shy and she project a hard mean personally.  Part 2 is going past the fear and maybe finding something wonderful pass the walls that people have to protect themselves.

I hope you like part 2 of The Friendship of Zack and Vivian  First Contact and you can read the complete story on my website: http://writingstoriesforfun.webs.com/zackandvivian.htm or wait next week for part 3.

 

FIRST CONTACT

Zack resting in his bed twirling a writing pen with his fingers, a pen makes a great tool to spark the imagination.  You can pretend with its slender design that it is a rocket ship blasting into deep space exploring; the pen can be the body of an airplane just adds the wings and cockpit flying over the skies of Germany during the big war protecting the bombers making there run.  The pen can be a large battle ship patrolling the high seas or a canoe on the river of uncharted jungle in 19^th century South America.  Missionary Zack and his guide Pak, looking for the Vivian-to-to tribe, other missionary had try to make contact but they never been heard from again.  Now Zack feel the calling to reach these people for the Lord.  He left the canoe following Pak into the jungle cutting thick branches along the way hearing distant drums.  After many miles of walking Missionary Zack spotted the village fear grip him wondering if these people will kill him or would he somehow be able to communicate that he mean no harm wanting to be friends.

He enters the grounds of the village seeing brown skin natives busy and children playing until they notice Zack each person stared.  He was disappointed because none of the women was topless because Zack imagination has a rated G filter in place, the guide spoke to an older woman she lead them to the queen hut.  The queen, a tall young woman, step from her home frowning, Zack bow out of respect to her.

“Ga Ga Ta Ta,” said the Queen.

“She has been expecting you and she know why you are here, you want her people to convert to your God,” said Pak, interpreting the Queen

“Did she say all of that with such few syllables?”  Ask Zack.

“Yes, do you want me to repeat it?”  Zack motion his head no the guide continue, “If you passed the test you will become King and I will convert, but if you fail you will be tonight dinner.”  Wondering about the test Zack is nervous.

The Queen spoke, “BA, BA, GA, GA, PHY, PHY.”

“The test is arm wrestling.”  Zack heard that, he was pleased because he paid his way through seminary training by arm wrestling and the queen will be his opponent, ‘peace a cake’ he thought.  Both of them walk to an old tree stump to compete, the test ‘start’ she is strong but Zack held then his strength started to over taken her.  The Queen pull a string on her gown dropping enough fabric exposing her shoulder, neck and maybe more, Zack viewing her skin look up she blew a kiss and wink at him.  The distractions cause him to lose concentration slamming his hand on the stump. Zack disappointed in the lost because the Queen used her womanly wilds and worst of all it worked.  Pak laughing, “Well guest what’s for dinner?”

Zack quickly scan the people with strange grins hearing knifes sharpening, he leap to his feet backing slowly, “Your highness I will leave those Bibles and you can read them at your earliest convenience, I suggest you start with St. John.”  Running out the village as four warriors gave chase shooting poison darts.  Zack running trying to make himself a hard target zigzagging, he approaches the river diving swimming under water.  He surface for air and did not see any warriors a strong current caught him leading to the waterfall Zack tumble over flailing his arms and legs.  He plunge into the water below, Zack pop up coughing, sore and exhausted.  He grabs the thicket pulling his self out of the river laid on his back looking up at the sky.

“The things I do for the Lord,” suddenly he yawned became drowsy he reach over to a tree trunk flip a light switch turning off the light as he slept in his bed.

Standing at the doors of the school suspension room, Zack stare at the doorknob nervous because he is entering uncharted territory.  Turning the knob he peak inside the room seeing a few students sitting at tables, Zack timidly enter the room finding the sign-in sheet on the teacher’s desk.  Scanning the room he viewed Vivian isolated at the far end, natural instinct say stay far away as possible from her.  However, he felt compel to yield to his spirit and proceed to sit at her table; his heart pounding beads of sweat appear on his forehead as he sat.” Hello,” greeted Zack, but Vivian reading a text book did not respond, he was relive that he made it this far. 

Later that morning Vivian reading another text book and writing feeling someone is watching her, lifting her head looking around everybody busy working so she went back to her reading again she felt that someone is intensely inspecting her.  She quickly raises her head and saw nothing she viewed Zack writing, she kept her eyes on him turning pages and scribbling on her paper.  Zack tilt his head to peak at Vivian, he saw her eyes, and quickly turns his head back to his book.  Vivian slams her pen down and lend back in her chair folding her arms.

“What!  Why are you looking at me?”  Ask Vivian with a harsh tone, Zack glance at her frightened to answer, “Say something are do you want me to finish what I started yesterday?”

“I’m sorry,” said Zack in a nervous voice, “I know that some of the girls say you had an ugly face, but I disagree, so I was looking to see if my conclusion was right.

“So tell me where those little witches right?”

“No!  You have a nice facial structure and your brown eyes are clear with a sparkle, your nose is shape a way that half the girls in this school would kill to have, your lips are full, cheeks and chin is place very nicely.  I think you could make a good model.”  She unfolded her arm chuckling.

“Look little man, those twit don’t know much but they do know what pretty or not and they right about my face it’s not pretty, so stop the nice talk.” 

Zack find it odd that Vivian thinks herself not pretty, but in his mind, he knows she is can be attractive.  Lunchtime roll around and the students in suspension cannot eat lunch with the general population, they have to eat in that room.  Zack brought a bag lunch, he pull out a prepackaged ham and cracker box, an apple and carrot sticks.  Then he notice what Vivian is eating for lunch two candy bar with peanuts, can of cola and what look like homemade cookies in a Ziploc bag.  Zack was surprise that Vivian lunch is all junk food, but he was hesitant to say something, but he found the nerve.

“Is that your lunch?”  Ask Zack in a timid voice.

She cutting her eyes at him, “If you must know, this is my lunch everyday.” 

Zack slide his apple to toward her, “Here you can have this, its good for you,” smile Zack.

“I don’t want that,” glaring at the apple chewing her candy bars, the fruit remain on the table and before lunch period was over she took the apple putting it in her pocket.  That evening Vivian studying her face in the bathroom mirror, hearing Zack voice pretty description of her face in her mind and his opinion she could be a model.  Suddenly she laughs under her breath shaking her head no turn off the lights leaving the bath grabbing the apple flopping into bed proceed to eat the very tasty fruit.

The next morning Zack double prepare his lunch he pack two prepackaged ham and cracker boxes, two apples and two bags of carrots sticks. Lunch period roll around he presented his lunch to Vivian hopping she would not throw it back at him with pierce eyes at him she accepted his gift and Zack is well please.  She did not say thank you but Zack felt encourage this could be a making of a friendship.

Friday the last day of In School Suspension lunch period Zack upset with himself because, he did not have his and Vivian lunch.  Waking up late, he was rushing to get ready for school and be on time he forgot to grab lunch only remembering at the start of lunch period.  Vivian smirking sitting across from him, “Well, where lunch?”

“I’m Sorry Vivian, I was rushing and I forgot our lunch,” said Zack disappointed, Vivian preceded pulling out of her pockets candy bars, a can of cola and homemade cookies, she slide the cookies to Zack.  He was grateful of Vivian act of kindness.  “Thank you,” said Zack she give him an acknowledging nod.  Eating the cookies, he thought it was the best cookies ever; warm, chewy and moist it had a rich flavor, “These are great, did your mother bake these?”

“No, Gloria bakes them,” answered Vivian.

“Gloria, who is she?”

“She is that woman who was with me in Mrs. Carter office last Monday.”

“I thought that was your mom.”

“No, she is my foster mom.”

“I would have thought that’s your mom because she gave you the mommy look.”

Vivian suddenly stops eating the candy bar puzzle staring at Zack, “The mommy look, what that?”

“The mommy look is a certain type of gaze that mothers give her child when she knows he is asleep or not looking at her.  I seen it with my mom when look at my sister when she was sleeping and she thought she was alone.  She gave me that look when she thought I was asleep, I seen it with mothers with newborns and that look when her child is old.  That stare I think is a combination of a prayer, a wish and thankfulness.”

“So you saw Gloria give me that look in Mrs. Carter office, so what does it mean?”

“Well this is only theory,” said Zack eating the second cookie, “Like I said it like a prayer:

Thank you for this beautiful wonderful baby,

Thank you for this gift and great reasonably for raising her,

I want to be a great mother, but I am unsure I am doing everything right,

I pray that I can love unconditional,

I want the wisdom to guide her through this life journey with peace and happiness,

I do not want to make a mistake,

Please if she hurting she can come to me for comfort,

Help me Lord to do right by her, to have wisdom when speaking, to have patience,

I do not want her to be hurt, or ever feel she all alone,

Lord protect my child,”

Zack suddenly stop, Vivian took a sip of her cola and they sat in silence.

Zack clearing his throat, “Well is just a theory…wow… this is a great cookie.”

Living in my Dreams part 2

Happy Tuesday,

My last blog on this subject I explain a dream that I had back in the spring of 2011 that I consider a word from God.  The symbols in the dreams took awhile to figure out because of my sub concise is strange.  I have not got all the answered but here what I obtain.

“Thin happy cows”-this image is my financial state is thin on money.

“The women dress in all blue, chubby and know me when I was young.” -At first trying to figure who this woman in my dream I thought the blue uniform was a military colors, but it was not.  That color belong to the US Post Office uniform so in my mind begin to turn and she is an angel, the reason postal working delivery mail and angel are messengers from God.

“I’m shirt less and a clerk given me a shirt but I’m rude about that”-I am shirtless I need help, the clerk represent the help that God ordain, but I don’t want it because of my pride, and you know pride goes before the fall.  God gave me this dream to help me received His blessing from family and friends, because in the past I am the one who rescue people from problem now it’s my turn, stay humble.  I Thank God he know me inside and out, all I can say He is a good God.

Story Time: The Friendship of Zack and Vivian part 1 “The Set Up”

Yeah!  Its story time again a short story I wrote and I hope you like it, I broken it into bit size parts because it’s a little long, but you can read the complete story on my website www.writingstoriesforfun.webs.com. 

I have a question how did you become friends with your best friend, do you remember that first moment?  Most of us have maybe one or two really closes friends that we thank God that they are in are lives, that special someone who we can let our hair down any be ourselves.  However, do you remember how you two became friends?  Some our friends had share interest like work or school, but do you think that relationship was a set up.  Powers greater than you or your friend conspire and set wheel in motion for that friendship.

I believe that because I have a couple of friends I cannot explain how we become so close and I know my recluse personality is one reason I don’t have a lot friends, but somehow I have them as friends go figure.  In this story, a guardian angel is the main cause for my two characters to interact with each other and the seed of friendship planted, the angel use a little bump and Zack and Vivian take it from there.

 

The Friendship of Zack and Vivian

THE SET UP

Two worlds exist together the spiritual and the natural, the spiritual world created the natural and its laws are superior to natural laws.  Man lives in the natural world and angels dwell in the spirit, offend the two world interact.  Originating from the air a dark evil force enter the hallways of a school the beasts running growling exposing it large sharp fangs searching for someone to devour, viewing a woman drape in white he stop panting and drooling.

“Hello Beast,” said the woman, the fang creature move around to view the smooth, calm face of the woman.

“Paula the Guardian, it’s been awhile since we last met, what are you doing here?” ask the Beast.

Her eyes focus down the hallway to an awkward boy his head down enduring harassment by bullies.  Pushing, poking, and loudly making malicious jokes, the tormenters bored at their victim seizing his backpack dumping all the content on the floor as they stroll off laughing.  “There he is my baby, Zackary.”

The beast howled with laughter, “What is that, he must be 2 points above a retard.”

“He a lovely boy, a seed waiting to be planted in the right field so he can bloom, God loves him.”

“He is the only one that does,” said the beast as he continues to laughs.

“Why are you hear at this school, Beast?” ask Paula, turning his head at the other end of the hallway stand a tall girl dress in dark gray and black sweats lending against the wall frowning.

“Their one of my recruits, Vivian do not let her sweet name fool you she mean, she will let no one get close to her and with good reason.  Abandon by her parents she has travel from foster home to foster home, she angry at the world.  She is almost ready for my wolf pack to cause mischief.” Express the Beast.  “Now I must go because I’m still searching for the weak and the unprotected to slay.” The Beast roared jumping in the air vanishing.

Paula observing Vivian sad eyes having compassion for her, “you are so unhappy and you won’t let anyone be a friend you because you are angry,” glancing at Zack, “And you don’t have a friend because you are afraid to open up.”  She grins with a sparkle in her eyes, swiftly marching to Zack as he collect everything from the floor throwing it into locker frustrated.

“3 o clock will be here soon, 3 o clock will be here soon.” recited Zack, ‘ding-ding-ding’ the school bell sounded for the start of first class.  Zack scrambling for his things shutting the door walking rapidly down the hallway Paula holding his arm moving with him.

“Zack, my baby, no matter what happen just be your loving self and siege the opportunity and you will be fine.”  Vivian passing him going the opposite way, Paula in one motion swing Zack into Vivian they bounce like two balls the entire student bodies around them gasp.

Zack not knowing who he bump into immediately look up saw Vivian very angry glaring at him, he surrender raising his hands but they were ball up in a fisted clasping small objects.  Vivian instantly thought fight; striking like a boxer socking him in the face punching the body one-two-three rapid hits daze, legs wobbling he collapse to the floor.  Swiftly campus securities grab Vivian bounding her arm down she yelled and struggle, “Get off of me!”  Running behind them, Mrs. Carter the vice principal, shouting at Vivian.

“Oh Jesus Vivian now I have to take you off the basketball team now!”  Students help Zack to his feet, his face stinging and sore he stumbles forward to tap Mrs. Carter on her shoulder.

“It was my fault, It was my fault,” Mrs. Carter turn glance at him.

“You go to the nurse boy and have her check you out.”

“She did not start it I did,” Zack, insisted, “She was defending herself from me.”

Mrs. Carter wanted to laugh at him but she did not this might be a way to keep Vivian on the team she thought in her mind, “You go to the nurse and stay there,” she raised her voice, “Vivian in my office now, I’m going to call both yours parents for a conference!”

An hour later Zack sitting in Mrs. Carter office head down afraid of what will happen with his mother, Betty sitting next to him furious as she observe bruises forming on her son face.  Across the desk sat Vivian slump over legs wide open with her head tilt as she look up at the ceiling and wall very disinterested, her foster mother, Gloria, poking at her to sit up Vivian finally comply with a bother look on her face.

“Zackary we have no incidents or problem with you before at school,” said Mrs. Carter viewing her computer, “but you said that you started this fight and Vivian was just defending herself, is that right?”

Still looking down at the floor Zack shook his head yes, “Yes Ma’am,” Betty cast her eyes on her son with disbelief

“So why did you start the fight?”  Ask Mrs. Carter.

“Earlier this morning I was getting harass by some bullies again and I was upset and I thought Vivian bump into me on purpose so I was mad and I started the fight.  I know it wrong for boys to fight girls; I’m sorry and ready for my punishment.”

Betty chimed in, “Wait a minute if my son started this why is he the only one with bruises?”

“Because I’m not that good.” Responded Zack, Vivian almost burst out laughing but she held it as she kept her eye down at the floor with a smirk on her face.

“Ok fighting on campus is very serious so I’m going to suspend both of you to 5 days in school suspension, Zack for starting the fight and Vivian well you should have waited for Zack to attempt to throw a punch before you took him out.  Miss Starr you should take your son home today so he can get some rest I will have his teachers emails his homework.”  Betty thanking Mrs. Carter and hurried her son from the office, “Vivian your suspension starts now.”

That evening Zack sitting at the dinning room table eating his microwavable dinner slowly, his sister, Alice sitting next to him excited and animated about the events that took place this morning at school.  “I wish I was there to seen what happen; everybody says that Vivian knocks you out in less than 10 seconds.  She hit you in the face you went that way, she punch you in the stomach  you went the other way then fell like a sack of potatoes, Oh wish I could have been there,”  Express Alice, “I Don’t know why you want to pick a fight with toughest girl in school?”

His mother sitting across from Zack mad and frustrated about today’s events, “I don’t believe that you did anything wrong, that young witch must have said something to you.”  Zack shaking his head no, “I just wanted to slap that smirk off her face, for hurting you, and Mrs. Carter her old tail she knew you didn’t started this, Vivian, is she a girl or what?”  Complain Betty.

“She a girl barley, she does nothing with her hair she don’t wear makeup and she dress in ugly clothes all the time.  I guest when you are ugly you can’t help to be mean.”  Said Alice chuckling and Betty smile, Zack disagree that Vivian was ugly but he did not say anything he just let the women at the table carry on.

Thank you for reading part 1 of The Friendship of Zack and Vivian "The Set Up", next week I will post part 2 I hope you are enjoy reading my stories.

Living in my Dreams

Happy Monday

The title of my blog would make you think that I am doing something great or being successful because living the dream is something good.  Well Most of the time you would hear people like artist or business people say that when they work so hard to get to a certain point in their careers they are living the dream.  However, this is difference, for me this is a dream that I had back in the spring of 2011, most of what I dream I quickly forget about them because they do not mean anything, but I do remember a select few because they are like prophesy in my life.  Now I know that when God speak (and he speak to me all the time, I do not always hear him when he does, my bad) he uses dreams.

This dream has taken me awhile to figure it out, I blame my sub concise mind because he wired, I do not know how he got that way but he may need counseling.  The dream starts I am walking to work in a neighborhood of houses with green lawns, side note these houses remind me of an area I walk to school when I was in the first grade.  I was by myself and I turn and saw these thin but happy cows running and jumping surrounding a group of children, but they wasn’t getting hurting them they were herded in a corner.  That did not seem to worry me so I look forward and I found myself on a grasses mound looking on to a road people all round sitting as if we were on break so I sat too.  A woman appear in front of me across that road and the people sitting started talking with her and she answerer talking about me, in the dream it was like she just got off the train looking for me because she said, “I knew him when he was young,”  I did not know her but she knew me.  This woman was dress in a dark blue skirt and she had a light blue top like a uniform, she was not skinny but not obese just somewhere in the middle, I thought she was black but in my dream she look white.  I found myself walking with her but we were not talking I saw her nametag and said, “You are in the army?”

She reply in a question back to be, “You think I am from the army?” in a way that I got it wrong, I was quiet again trying to figure it out when I look forward on the road we was walking.  I saw those happy thin cows running and jumping then I heard a voice like the police saying, “Stay away everything is alright we are rounding up these cows.”  I did not want to go in that direction so I started to turn back but I wanted to find the woman to see if she coming but she disappeared.  I did not worry about that I knew I have to get back to work because break was over.  I realize I was at the mall and I notice I did not have a shirt on, I do not know how I lost my shirt but I did not want walk through the whole mall shirtless.  I got an ideal to cut through a store; I though it was Sears and maybe no one would notice I did not have a shirt on.

I know in the dream I was embarrassed so I walk into the store and I found myself again been lead by a clerk in the back rooms and he gave me a shirt.  I guess I was offended because immediately I started to criticizing that it wasn’t good and I could get a better shirt at Wal-Mart, I know I wouldn’t have done that but in this dream I was very rude, and I did not want this shirt given to me so I was going to pay for it.  Therefore, I pull my Blackberry to check my bank account to see if my check came through and this Smartphone was acting dumb.  I could not pull my bank and all it wants to do is play a movie, so there I was at the counter taking the phone apart and putting it together trying to get this thing to work.  Then I saw the clock and I spend an hour their fooling with my phone and it turn in to this wired tablet with screen on the back and side all playing this movie.  I was worried because how can I explain to my boss for taken an hour break, the clerk at the counter was not paying attention to me he was talking to another clerk about something else. 

I woke up and I found myself talking to my dream I should have taken shirt and went on my way accepting the gift.  I am living that dream and I will tell you in my next blog the rest of the story that is on going as I write this.

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Story Time Part 3 A Determine Woman

Alright this the third and final installment of The Prince of Dallas: A Determine Woman, the last installment we learn that Annie and her grandson left the hospital to make the journey to attend Brother Charles revival service.  Shock and disappointed that the meeting was cancel due to charges brought against Brother Charles by the government.  The Prince knowing he has complete victory over Annie, her body rack with illness now her spirit is broken.  However, Jordan suggests they should go to Brother Charles hotel hoping to find him that will set up the final battleground with Annie, Charles and the Prince, who will win?

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The Prince of Dallas: A Determine Woman

Part 3

Arriving at the Dallas Hilton West, Jordan pulls the car to the main entrance of the building.  Her spirit is strong by singing the praise song but her body is still weak with enormous pain.  Annie held on to Jordan tightly as she took small laborious step to enter inside the hotel. 

The hotel lobby was ostentatious the ceiling reaches far above and in the middle hangs a fantastic sparkling crystal chandler hovering over a beautiful indoor garden.  In the middle of the garden a clear waterfall pool with plants and trees.  The lobby full of people going and coming, men, women and families.  There are couple walking together holding hands and some speaking on cell phones going to their destination.  Jordan and Annie taking one-step at time while people rush past them in all direction.   The Prince is celebrating and energize by the abundant natural energy of the people in the lobby, pointing to show the reporter certain people under his power.

“That man sitting alone with a beer has lost his family because of his addiction has over taken him now he tries to drown his depression in alcohol that so great!   The woman talking with her colleague has followed my plan for success for money and power her reward is a great emptiness, so wonderful!”  Then he behold a young thin woman sitting alone on a bench, she had a long blond wig and wearing a shoulderless tight black mini, her makeup thick and pronounced gazing into space with deep thought.  He sprints to her sliding on his knees observing her proudly.  “This one is special, my demon has been working on her mind for a whole season and now her resistant to me is over, now she will totally submit to her boyfriend demands.”

“What is that?”  Ask the reporter.

“Her boyfriend want to make big money so he convince her the only way they can do that is to let men pay to have their way with her body, she didn’t want to at first but the pressure of him, me and her mind condemning her has tear down the walls.  Soon after tonight I will have her depress hating her life, despising her boyfriend and loathe all men; I’m about to cry I’m so happy.”  The Prince watches Jordan and Annie pass by the bench looking for Brother Charles as the woman made eye contact with Annie.

“I don’t know if this was a good idea,” said Jordan, “there are so many people here.”

“Keep the Faith, God will, STOP,” Order Annie. “Turn around we need to go back.”

Jordan stops slowly twirl his grandma around, “Do you see him?” 

“No I need to see that half naked girl sitting on that bench,” Jordan cast his eyes on the young woman he was promptly attractive to her.

“Do you know her?” ask Jordan.

“No, but I need to go and talk with her,” she glance at Jordan, “You will learn this when you grow in the Lord to know when He talking to you, in my spirit I need to encourage that girl.”

The young woman seeing that Annie wanted to sit next to her slides over to make room.  Annie carefully sat down felt relieve because the walk from the car was very taxing, the young woman observing Annie looking weak and feeble.

“Are you alright?” She asks.

“Yes, I’m blessed,” said Annie seeing the young woman hazel eyes, “You’re pretty; you favor my oldest son’s daughter.”  Embarrasses by Annie the woman fiddle her hair and slightly touch her face, but she thanks her for the compliment.  “Oh that my grandson Jordan,” he wave his hand timidly, “My name is Annie, what yours?”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jillian.”

“This may sound strange but when I saw you I felt compel to come back to you to give a Word.”  Jillian is curious.  “The only things I can say that God love you and no matter what happen in the past or in the future God will always love you.” Jillian did not know what to say, staring at Annie confuse and speechless, Annie reach over to touch Jillian hand.  “Baby, please remember that He loves you.”  Then a tear welled in Jillian eye she spring to her feet hands clutching a tiny handbag her heart was racing then her boyfriend appear next to her an older gray hair chubby man.

“Lets go to the bar we will meet them in a few seconds.”

“Hey I thought it was just one person… I don’t know.”  Her voice quivers.

“It’s OK it only two that mean twice as much money,” said the man, “Come on we need this.”  She agrees reluctantly walking toward the bar.

Jordan watching Jillian leaves he sat next to Annie perplex, “What…why did you do that Grandma?”

“When The Lord put something on your heart to do just do it,” said Annie as she reclines on the bench shutting her eyes feeling horrible, “No matter if it looks or feel silly because He’s working on something.”  Her eyes open to scan the crowd of people walking and chattering, then she saw a dark hair man dress in a white suit with the brightest yellow shirt stepping out the hotel restaurant holding hands with his pretty white hair wife animated on the phone and his young male assistant beside him.  Annie sat up with excitement, “Brother Charles!”  Jordan almost laugh when he saw him because he look like popcorn, he lift his grandma to her feet and started toward them.

The assistant step head of Charles and his wife to inquire what Annie and Jordan wanted.  “May I help you?”

“No, I’m here to see Brother Charles,” said Annie the assistant block them from proceeding.

“I’m sorry but the Goodman’s are not receiving anybody at this time.” 

Annie angry at the young assistant, “Look mister, I’m a determine woman, and I came to see Brother Charles and I will not be denied so if you don’t get out the way I will break my foot up in you’re...”  Then a deep southern twang voice calls out to the man.

“Timothy, let them come,” said Charles, the man step aside allowing Annie and Jordan to proceed.  Annie beaming with a enormous smile beholding Brother Charles.  “How are you doing sister?”

“I’m blessed Brother, oh you seem shorter than you do on TV, Brother Charles I came from the hospital to see,” she glance at his wife smiling with sadness in her eyes.  “Oh honey it will be ok, God is with you,” she nodded yes, “I’m sorry I just keep rambling and I know you are a busy man, I came from the hospital to get heal from this sickness.  I do not know what they are saying about you is true or lies, but what I do know you are a true man of God and He has not abandon you He with you always.”

Employees of the hotel recognizing Charles from the news reports on TV stop to watch what happening then a crowd gathers because Annie voice was carrying talking to Charles.  Jillians leaving the bar with her boyfriend and his clients laughing and poking lusting for her body stops to watch Annie.  The Prince glaring at them.

“It looks like Annie will get her healing,” Spoke the reporter.

The Prince snigger, “She not healed yet, the battle is not over, not by long shot,” cracking his knuckles on both hands moving his head from side to side his eyes burning red with hate. The Prince levitated alongside Annie waiting for the right moment to make his assault.

Brother Charles spirits lifted by Annie speech his continence change, “Thank you sister I needed to hear that,” said Charles

“Will you pray for me now, Brother?”

He nodded yes padding his pockets try to find blessed oil in his pocket, “Honey do you have the oil?”  She searching her purse could not find it.

“I’m sorry I must have left all the oil in our room,” Charles beckons Timothy to retrieve the blessed oil in his room, but Annie stop him Jordan her handbag pulling out a large bottle of oil.

Charles laugh deeply, “Mother you came prepare,” pouring the oil on his hands.  The Prince made his strike on Annie mind.

“God want you to be sick to teach you,”

“You can’t be heal because you have to many sins,”

“You don’t have enough faith to get well,”

“You know this don’t work because your mother believe to be healed and die,”

“God is angry and hates you,”

The Prince bombard Annie mind with evil thoughts she began praising God aloud, she would not let the Prince words enter her heart.  The Prince seeing his darts not working on Annie he slides to Brother Charles attacking his mind.

“Don’t do it she will not be healed and you will be embarrassed,”

“God is not with you because of your sins,”

“You can’t heal in this place there are too many unbeliever around,”

Brother Charles speaking in tongues and praising God touch Annie forehead, the Prince moving between them shooting his negative word hoping one of them not trust their Faith. 

BOOM!

Fire blast erupted simultaneously from Charles and Annie spirits, the force thrust out every demon in a 30-foot radius.  Demons was cast out of furniture, electronic equipment and people, some blasted into powder other limbs torn off due to them clasping to their victim minds.  The little lifeless gray big head creatures shriek, howl, wail and scream as the fire burn them back to the pit.  The energy from the explosion lifts the Prince body in the air slamming into a glass barrier. The wall bend, flex and bowed but it did not break he just squeeeeeegeeeeeeee to the floor.

Annie felt the power originate from inside of her immediately the pain relinquish, her stale skin became vigorous, she lift her arms toward heaven shouting praises to God.  The power heal and restore every organ, tissues and blood in her entire body she twist, bend and spin with great joy because she hasn’t felt this good since.  No, she has never felt so wonder her whole life; joy, peace, understanding, happiness, tongues of fire, rushing water of life and love appearing in her mind and soul all at once.  The extravagant blessing overwhelms Annie she continue walk, leap and praising God, Jordan observe with joy

The Crowds that gather to watch the miracle had many reactions, some thought that a couple of crazy people are making a scene; other debated did God heal that woman.  A few more believe they saw God power felt compel to seek Him but fearing their friend or family opinions, but a minority believe step out for Brother Charles to pray for them too.  Jillian remembering the old feeble woman saying the kind word to her now praising full strength advance toward her.

The Prince rising soar and burse from crashing into the glass wall see Annie totally healed praising God was disgusted, his anger grew intense as he watch his young prize, Jillian moving toward her.  “STOP HER!”  Yell the Prince to the boyfriend, he grab her arm tightly.

“Come on,” said the boyfriend firmly, she jerks her arm back he held tighter.

“Let me go,” scream Jillian, made a fist strike the old man face causing bleeding he release her arm.  “I said let me go, I don’t want to go with you, you don’t love me you just want to trash me out!” Shouted Jillian, glared at his two clients snatching off her wig fling it at them.  The Prince limping slowly calling out orders to the boyfriend, “Get angry she can’t do that to you, go grab her and force her to go with you, hit her if you have to.”

“Why have the old man do that?”  Ask the reporter

“If I get the boyfriend hitting her people in this crowd will try to stop him then hotel security will detain them and break up this meeting.”  The old man became furious at Jillian for striking and embarrassing him advance after her, but his two clients stop him demanding their money back.

Jillian standing in front of Annie, Jordan observing her tap his grandmother shoulder.  She calms from a euphoric praise open her eyes to see the young woman.  “Hello darling,” said Annie smiling.

“Will you help me,” said Jillian tears flowing, “I’m not this type of person, I don’t to be this way,” holding her shoulders feeling expose to the world, with motherly compassion Annie reach out to cover her with a hug.

“God loves you,” spoken Annie, “You are ok.”

The Prince Furious seeing Annie holding Jillian hand leading her to Brother Charles, “Nooooooo,” roar the Prince.  “Get away from her, Annie, she is mine I have too much invested in her,” he struggling to move faster toward them, “I have big plan for that young wench, marriages to destroy, ministries to topple and strife among women.”

Standing in front of Brother Charles firmly holding Annie and Jordan hands, “Sir I want to be saved,” announces Jillian, he was elated because he loved saying the salvation prayer.  The Prince halted when he heard ‘saved’.

“Sa, Sa, Saved!”  Astonish he scan the area for a hiding place spotted small stonewalls at the edge of the indoor garden.  A lighting bolt striking from heaven entered into Jillian destroying her old dead spirit and creating a new holy spirit causing a humongous explosion.  The blinding force fireball roll in all direction like a title wave, demons running, screaming trying to hide from the fireball.  The explosion thrust the Prince up in the air plastering into the marble wall. The tremendous impact thunder and vibrates the entire lobby shaking the crystal chandelier, everybody looking to find what made that enormous noise and saw nothing.

After Jillian and Brother Charles finish saying the salvation prayer, she glances at Annie, “Wow that was easy,” smiling, “I didn’t feel a thing.”

“You can’t feel in your flesh, but you received a brand new spirit the same Holy Spirit that Jesus has.”  Said Charles, Jillian hug Annie, Brother Charles and gave Jordan a big hug.

The Prince burn, scorch and screech down the wall lying in a smothering heap from the Salvation fire blast. “I didn’t feel a thing,” the Prince mocking Jillian, “You need to be on this side of salvation, you feel everything.” Moaning, viewing the exit he decided to crawl out due to his experience there is always more than one salvation. He moving forward he felt the rumbling of the floor popping his head up seeing thousand and thousand of demons stampeding for there devilish lives exiting the lobby.  The scrambling demons kick, stomp, strike, hit, clip, stab and beat the Prince body.  The demon herds roll the flaying body it in the direction of the exits.  Bones breaking, hair ripping and ripping clothing as it was toss into thorny bushes in the outer court of the hotel.  Crawling out bruise, bloody and painful ‘ouch’, he creep to the hotel column ‘ouch’, leaning against the pole ‘ouch’, reach into his pocket to pull out a bend cigarette and smoke it ‘ouch’.  

The reporter focuses his attention to a no smoking sign above his head he glares at the reporter, “I don’t give a…” the Prince said a curse word.

“Sir may I ask a few follow up question?” the Prince jester yes as he blew smoke into faces of people walking past him.  “We started the day Annie was on her death bed now she totally healed, what happen?”

“As I said she is a great warrior, when she used her Faith and doubt not she almost unstoppable.”

“Jordan, after today is he a troublemaker?”

“Yes, but I have the advantage he young and inexperience, see how he was looking at Jillian I think I can exploit that.”

“What about Jillian you almost had her but tonight she became Saved and a troublemaker.”

“She is not a troublemaker, because she doesn’t know how to use what she has received tonight.  I will make sure to keep her in the dark, heaven is in her future but I will give hell right now,” Standing up flinging the cigarette, “Excuse me I need some negative energy because the night is still young,” Walking with a limp to the utter darkness of the city.

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