Exploration

Imagine a place. A stretch of land. A great stretch, that was not conjested with roads and highways. That wasn't dotted with large cities only small towns and self-supportive settlements. A place where man is free to wander and explore. Where he can travel and live on his own terms. Where it is his job to defend himself and he can stand his own. Now imagine the positive effects this place would have. There would be much less pollution, more nature, and the opportunity to live a life filled with adventure and completeness. This place is my heaven, and the yearning in my heart for the open roaming adventure is my god. I just pray that someday we can have a place like this, not just a concrete slab filled with steel and cold souls.

Static

(Frantic breathing comes on over the ham radio waves)
Hello?... Hello?...
I don't know if anybody is out there, and I don't know how much I'm I have left.. but I've discovered something. Something that ha fightened me.My name is Gabe Ericson and I'm fearing for my life.

For the past few weeks I have been sleeping restlessly, tossing turning feeling as if I am being watched. Well I have been. My son, my six year old son has been watching me sleep. I have caught him multiple times. Now usually I know this would be nothing but last night... last night changed everything.

I heard the radio come on. The very same one I am using to put out this warning. I heard it kick on and static, so I slowly walked to our living room where we keep it and I saw my son. Turning the dial to frequency 97. All I heard was static, then a voice. Blended into the static but there was a voice there. It was saying names, and commands. "Mark Johnson, light the fire." "Joey Tumin, break the windows." Then, there was my sons name. The most frightening command of them all. "Little Kyle Ericson, your father knows, he is listening, know is the time my boy, commence our little game, and do my will!" Then my son turned and looked at me. With dark, black, evil eyes he looked at me. And he smiled. "I found a new story hour daddy." I replied "that's good son. Is it good?" "Yes I can realy relate to it." At this I shrunk away, back to my room. I woke my wife and told her. Told he we had to leave or something. She just brushed me away and told me to sleep. So I did.

Then came today. My son, he gave me that glare. All day he gave me that glare. The dark eyes, as if he could see into my soul. Now I am waiting, waiting for him to come play his game. How can I protect myself? I can't hurt my own son! Maybe that's why the voice chose children, they were the smartest choice.

(A door opens in the back ground, and a ball come bouncing in."
God... No...
(Small footsteps are heard, and then the sound of a blade slicing through human flesh. And a body drops along with the knife. A small boys voice is heard.)
"Oh daddy, you and your stories. Don't you know its bed time?"
(And then... the frequency dies.)

The girl behind the counter. Part 5

She said yes!

The girl behind the counter. Part 4

She knows! The new girl knows where she is! I asked her and she said she works at the coffee shop in the airport now! It makes sence. "You have too soar.." so simple haha! Her name I Althea. How beautiful. The way I feel right now. I know its now or never. I set up my laptop once more. And I buy two plane tickets. Who cares? It a shot or loss. A yes or no. A small price for the girl that controls my heart. I'm going today.

I enter the airport. 5:15. The girl at the shop says Althea gets off at six. I hope there is enough time. I make it through security with an amazingly low wait time. Maybe today the stars are alined right. There it is. The coffee shop. More importantly there she is. She is getting off early. I wait. She walks out and I yell her name. "Althea!" She sees me and walks over with a smile. "So you really did it. You found me." Before I can think it all comes out. I tell her how I feel, how she makes me feel, how the five minutes I saw her everyday kept me going. And then I told her. I have two tickets to anywhere. One for me and one for you. I know its sudden and I'm pretty much a stranger. But I love you. And.. and... will you come with me?...

The girl behind the counter. Part 3

Its been two weeks. This emptyness just keeps getting worse. Now I go to the coffee shop more because of the routinee and not the five minutes of happiness in my day. The girl isn't there, just coffee makers and strangers faces... maybe today ill stay here, drink my coffee, and update my blog. I have been slacking on that.
I set up my laptop, log in, view blog. What's that? "New comment: the girl behind the counter. Part 2" there's no name. All it says is. "She's not gone, you just have to find her again. You've done it once, you can do it again. Just let yourself soar like she makes your heart." Who is that? How do they know? Hmmm. Maybe ill ask the girl who works here now if she knows anything... maybe..

The girl behind the counter. Part 2

She's gone.. I went back today with the courage to talk to her.. she's not there. I asked they said she didn't work there anymore. Just hearing those words. How can I feel this empty. I don't know her name. But when she left. She left with my heart. And now ill probably never see her again. Welcome to life...

The girl behind the counter. Part I

There is a girl I see everyday. She works at a coffee shop, and she is a beauty, an angel, a goddess among us all. She's smiles that smile and gives me that look. Her presense makes me fall in love. I have never talked to her, other than making an order but I can tell I love her. She walks with grace and talks with such sincirity. Her voice is like that of the sirens in homers oddysey, it drives a man crazy but is so beautiful I can save him. I sound as if I am mad. Obsessing over a woman I don't even know. But she has such an impact on me, I don't even believe it. Today. Today is the day. I will talk to her. Introduce myself. Simply say hello, how are you? Who knows, maybe ill luck out and she'll feel the same.