Sho bunny sho

Marriot Blanche and Chester Adams. Gay couple stuck in the bible belt after avalanche.
Under the advise of their couples therapist. They had each tried to be in each others shoes. Marriot tried golf and schmoozing ended up with a broken leg. Chester tries to use his granddads journal to write a book of memoirs after a trip down the stairs. They are force to go on a vacation that breaks their mold. Lack of communication puts them on a coach train to the south.
After many stumbles and near disasters, they realised they are happy together. As workaholics who bulldoze anyone who gets in the way. They like wining and dining and staying in high class hotels, fighting is part of their day. No need for a pre bake relationship with the stamp of approval.
The moral is that Chester and Marriot realised, you can be happy being just you. Having a partner doesn't slow you down and there are things you do for are loves one on the day to day bases that have more value that a Tiffany cast off. Be true to yourself and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I'm not writing this. I'm really really not--even If if I just did nearly 4k of it. I'm not. This was a plot make believe for and his com. Not doing it...
Maybe a few more words wont hurt...

I looked upon a mirrow

Once upon a time
we made love grow with us.
We stood upon the mountain of time and laugh at fools sorrow.
Arrogance temper our decisions and prioritize our choices.
We made love
Found happiness beyond all dreams.
Human error showed us our faults.
Once upon a time, we fell out of the tomorrow train.
Check out brought our bags weight down my arrogance.
We stood on a pile of nothingness.
Proclaim ourselves to be kings,
a castle of dreams..no more offers from time.
Rulers of Nothing Hill.
More than one wrong choice...Human nature.
Arrogance undiluted.

JamieP.

My word, worldy

I want to know the answers into all my quests.
I want to know the truth that is the world.
I want to watch the sky and not be weight by guilt.
I live for a glimpse of your features walking away.
Feel my soul splinting and watch my image not changed. Mirror of lies.
I wish to watch the world that surrounds us, and not cry in pain.
Walk amongst peers, no ghost of passed times to be invoked.
Hunting left a mark in my soul, a jaded scar pulling and bringing more pain.
I live for the hunt, I want, I watch.

Inside, Old friend?

Old friend, the burning flare escalating my back.
We have been aquainted through time.
I made it my keep, an other spot on my leather hide.
Old friend, Hunter the huntee.
Pegasus on my feet clapping the night away.
Grains of sand make no change, ripples in time.
Mortality present, the burning flare.
Eyes watching, obfuscated by blood. Tasting my nectar, the leathery curse.
Old friends still the Temptress I recalled.
Grains of sand shifting, blood flowing.
Hunter the huntee.
No relief, after Pegasus fades.
I earn my spots, claps loose their eco.
Old friend, are you here to stay?

New stuff

Writing new stuff.
Never ventured into the fantasy land(at least not for writing)
Branz of Shelda and his adventures in the forgotten,
the forbidden.
Branz is a Sheldarin and proud to be.
Only, he feels there is more to see, more out there.
With mystery voice, millinery tales, forgotten city and forbidden forest.
Will he.
Dare to cross.
A journey of a new beginning.
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Caliel the necromancer gets tabled until notice.