A short story..I think?

i whipped it up in about a half hour i was just bored on the computer, i didn’t even bother to spell check. I’m up for criticism. i didn’t start this knowing where it would go i was thinking up the next word as i typed it. so lemme know….

She is “beauty”, Inspiring things lately manifested deeply behind hate and fear. The type of woman you would hope dearly to glimpse on the hottest day of your month-long peril through a treacherous Sahara. Even if this is a mirage, I dare not move. Fearing the slightest disturbance of air would fright this wonder to flee. Out of breath panting i outreach..not thin air i grasp but a lush of delicate hair streams through my rough whithered hands. Soft spoken with a melodic voice that would leave any voice over actress in the dust. “Everything..everything you will ever need.” the sky loosely wrenching rolling, lawling like a overjoyed tired out old dog. mountains dancing like the waves of some high sea, in your average day to day pirate ship story. “Today, is the day you find true love.” again on this mirage, opening my mouth for words when all that spills out is choked up smoke. wishing i could say more, turning she didn’t look back. Walking away she faded into what nobody can understand. to the impossible but not beyond reach. The sky now had begun convulsing like a drunk writhing in pain to hack up his microwave late-dinner. but now with the joy of the moment faded completely the ground stood still, the light of the blazing sun was no more. It was replaced with a vivid light shone dark red. the smell of fresh plastic. To my knees i fell. No strength left to carry on. I managed every ounce of energy my body kept in reserves for future well use. i looked at this wondrous sky, and let out the scream of my life. I could not hear myself only the sharp ring as if a high powered grenade had burst just out of lethal range. louder and louder. My trembling hands and broken joints, all tearing at my own body. then out from some warp of indefinite time and infinite space appeaared something so amazing i could not make up my mind if i was terrified or overjoyed. this creature of a man with a pig-snout bulls horns framing a face so twisted and gnarled it made me more naucious then this quivering sky. the best of hair which had to reach the mid back length on this thing. so huge it looked like three bulls and an assortment of 4 to 5 wild animals massed together. eyes reminiscent of a wolf, but rather they had feline quality and shimmer. the torso of a man legs of a black jaguar but stood vertically like a would-be human. no tail that was in sight. he wore what seemed to be clothes but they seemed to hover an inch above his skin rather then touch. i could not make out what the clothes looked like they seemed to be translucent and yet solid. Black. slowly walking toward me i realized i had hesitated to examine this thing too long, scratching all the nails from fingertips i clawed to my feet and began to run. running, the hardest i believe i have ever ran before. i wished i was in a movie and able to summon unearthly spped and make it all the way back to my lonely home. where i could go back to being alone. after what seemed to be thirty seconds i dared a look back, astonished the man-beast had brought himself to all fours sprinting like a cheetah he was a mere lunge from taking me. with a growl so horrible i would have surely needed another pair of boxers come the aftermath. he lunged and caught my right leg. i felt the cold rush of blood and the shock of a fresh wound. now on the ground the beast held me there. he began licking the wound with a tongue as long as a cow but thin and rough like an aged man.screaming i tried to kick which seemed only to anger the man and he left the wound to bleed on it’s own. at my face this thing was looking me in the eye not six inches from my face. looking into me with those cat eyes, he had a stench about him the reminded me of a fresh batch of laundry mixed with the post-digested smell of mashed tacos. he said my name aloud. i dared not answer back. he began screaming. “Let go!” over and over “LET GO! LET GO!” fear as tight as a bears maw gripped me. i tried to wriggle free to no avail. “Let go!” his voice so deep and hateful. it now began to rise into harmony with another sound. something i could not identify. high pitched then soft then loud. i felt my whole body moving and bouncing. Closing my eyes hoping all of this would soon be over. i heard the noise of a shopping bag from a nice designer style clothes retail store. opening my eyes i was now awake in my room. bed spreads tossed and the mattress revealed by my apparent struggling, i was on the left edge of the bed in a cold sweat. Chloey had a hold of both my shoulders straddling me trying to bring back to reality. i struggled to grasp what had just happened. i looked around for the beast, the bag, the desert, anything to make sence of this. then i thought of the beautiful woman in the
something happened, i think it cut off the end of the story, is there a character limit for this section??
i’m going to try to find a different way to post it up here.

Patriots! Comment if you like!?

At a time when our president and other politicians tend to apologize for our country’s prior actions, here’s a refresher on how some of our former patriots handled negative comments about our country.

These are good

JFK’S Secretary of State, Dean Rusk, was in France in the early 60′s when DeGaulle decided to pull out of NATO. DeGaulle said he wanted all US military out of France as soon as possible.

Rusk responded “does that include those who are buried here?

DeGaulle did not respond.

You could have heard a pin drop

When in England , at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of empire building by George Bush.

He answered by saying, ‘Over the years, the United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return is enough to bury those who did not return.’

You could have heard a pin drop
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There was a conference in France where a number of international engineers were taking part, including French and American. During a break, one of the French engineers came back into the room saying ‘Have you heard the latest dumb stunt Bush has done? He has sent an aircraft carrier to Indonesia to help the tsunami victims. What does he intend to do? Bomb them?’

A Boeing engineer stood up and replied quietly: ‘Our carriers have three hospitals on board that can treat several hundred people; they are nuclear p owered and can supply emergency electrical power to shore facilities; they have three cafeterias with the capacity to feed 3,000 people three meals a day, they can produce several hundred thousand gallons of fresh water from sea water each day, and they carry half a dozen helicopters for use in transporting victims and injured to and from their flight deck. We have eleven such ships; how many does France have?’

You could have heard a pin drop
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A U.S. Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included Admirals from the U.S. , English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies. At a cocktail reception, he found himself standing with a large group of Officers that included personnel from most of those countries. Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks but a French admiral suddenly complained that, whereas Europeans learn many languages, Americans learn only English. He then asked, ‘Why is it that we always have to speak English in these conferences rather than speaking French?’

Without hesitating, the American Admiral replied, ‘Maybe it’s because the Brits, Canadians, Aussies and Americans arranged it so you wouldn’t have to speak German.’

You could have heard a pin drop

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AND THIS STORY FITS RIGHT IN WITH THE ABOVE…

Robert Whiting , an elderly gentleman of 83, arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on.

“You have been to France before, monsieur?” the customs officer asked sarcastically.

Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France previously.

“Then you should know enough to have your passport ready.”

The American said, ‘The last time I was here, I didn’t have to show it.”

“Impossible. Americans always have to show their passports on arrival in France !”

The American senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then he quietly explained, ”Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in 1944 to help liberate this country, I couldn’t find a single Frenchman to show a passport to.”

You could have heard a pin drop

I know I have posted this before, but I pretty much renewed it for more people to see.
You are a prejudiced liberal.
I mean really, dude, some people like this kind of stuff. If you don’t, you don’t need to comment. Only liberal’s don’t like it.

Patriots! Star if you like!?

At a time when our president and other politicians tend to apologize for our country’s prior actions, here’s a refresher on how some of our former patriots handled negative comments about our country.

These are good

JFK’S Secretary of State, Dean Rusk, was in France in the early 60′s when DeGaulle decided to pull out of NATO. DeGaulle said he wanted all US military out of France as soon as possible.

Rusk responded “does that include those who are buried here?

DeGaulle did not respond.

You could have heard a pin drop

When in England , at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of empire building by George Bush.

He answered by saying, ‘Over the years, the United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return is enough to bury those who did not return.’

You could have heard a pin drop
~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~

There was a conference in France where a number of international engineers were taking part, including French and American. During a break, one of the French engineers came back into the room saying ‘Have you heard the latest dumb stunt Bush has done? He has sent an aircraft carrier to Indonesia to help the tsunami victims. What does he intend to do? Bomb them?’

A Boeing engineer stood up and replied quietly: ‘Our carriers have three hospitals on board that can treat several hundred people; they are nuclear p owered and can supply emergency electrical power to shore facilities; they have three cafeterias with the capacity to feed 3,000 people three meals a day, they can produce several hundred thousand gallons of fresh water from sea water each day, and they carry half a dozen helicopters for use in transporting victims and injured to and from their flight deck. We have eleven such ships; how many does France have?’

You could have heard a pin drop
~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~

A U.S. Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included Admirals from the U.S. , English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies. At a cocktail reception, he found himself standing with a large group of Officers that included personnel from most of those countries. Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks but a French admiral suddenly complained that, whereas Europeans learn many languages, Americans learn only English. He then asked, ‘Why is it that we always have to speak English in these conferences rather than speaking French?’

Without hesitating, the American Admiral replied, ‘Maybe it’s because the Brits, Canadians, Aussies and Americans arranged it so you wouldn’t have to speak German.’

You could have heard a pin drop

~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~

AND THIS STORY FITS RIGHT IN WITH THE ABOVE…

Robert Whiting , an elderly gentleman of 83, arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on.

“You have been to France before, monsieur?” the customs officer asked sarcastically.

Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France previously.

“Then you should know enough to have your passport ready.”

The American said, ‘The last time I was here, I didn’t have to show it.”

“Impossible. Americans always have to show their passports on arrival in France !”

The American senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then he quietly explained, ”Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in 1944 to help liberate this country, I couldn’t find a single Frenchman to show a passport to.”

You could have heard a pin drop
I smell a prejudiced liberal who voted for socialism.
Lib Nemesis@ Oh yeah. They do. Un-american socialist *******s!!!!