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Someone on one of our Friends' list...had to share this information in order for this to happen.

I do not appreciate that...whatsoever.

The site means nothing, but the trust did.

What with all the bullshit lately, I am shutting down my LJ for a while.

Thanks to those who showed their true colors.

We appreciate you all.

To the ones who shared our posts.

And to the other site owner, respectively.

Fuck Off.

Thank you.

((bat thingy-fuckin disappointed in people))

I began writing this story about 8 years ago.

I tapped away on a late 60's Remington typewriter. 

I finally completed it last year.

RedMan

It was a cold and dreary night.
The road was slick from the rain and mud, character of a late winter.

This was written for The Writer’s Duel Thread, but I finished it about 2 days late and couldn’t post it.  The Topic was ‘Beach Party’, and in the body of the story we were challenged to include the phrase “How Did Sand Get In There…?”

All Stories entered into my journal are of my own creation, and Notarized from the original date created.

Here Goes…

Into The Blue Hue

It must have been sometime past midnight.  I could tell because the moon and the street lamp always cast a certain shadow through the blinds around that time, a blue hue that purified the silence.  I looked for clues like that to guide me past the level of 'just a hunch' while I’m on the beat.  Telling time by the moon and the shadows is a certain asset known to some who have become permanent residents to the night shifts.  On this early morning Sunday, the blue hue…became especially telling.  That’s when the body came in. 

Please be sure to read Sessions One and Two before venturing into Session Three.

They sort of go well together...lol!

Session Four is in progress and right behind this one.

Thanks for coming back, and I hope each Session has been worthwhile of the

time you have all taken to read through them.

Blue Feet

End of Session Three…

Yeah...much like suffocating. 

This is not me, but it sure as hell says it all.

I appreciate those who have made it through the story thus far, thank you for your time!

Session Four will post shortly behind this one.

One of the Children...She don't look too happy.

The Hallway: That would be my 14th Ghost taking a look around.