The Wishful ThinkingsDecember, 2016 was the worst and longest of the year for me at my location in western ND. To be frank, I wouldn't give 3 cents (or Pesos) for it ANY year. In the past 5 weeks, we have already received our full season's norm of snow, and I have shoveled tons of it and endured -40s F wind chills, while sleeping in this old house in layers under layers. Note one of my stamps: I HATE winter, and a wishful thinking is to be in a much warmer friendlier place during these months. At least, the ugly conditions enabled me to complete the enhancement of the story "Turning Points." It was the last story of a 10th notebook written in "lovely" longhand decades ago. Yes, I also completed another line art after Christmas too, when the wind blew 20-30+ mph for all but 12 hrs of that week! Had my vision (and more) been messed up by a hard fall on the ice Nov. 30 while delivering newspapers, no more drawing / colorizing would be done. It wasn't, but I hadThe Wishful Thinkings by Nightwalker50
Turning Points, Pt. 4 of 6. Jason and Genovese departed in separate directions. Both felt bad but knew each of them had important but different destinies to complete: one, to help others, and another, to try and help himself. It took a long time for him to arrive before the impressive dome, and he studied it carefully before proceeding onward. It had a very light-gray color up close and was very smooth. He wondered if it had shrank during his zigzagged journey through the jungle, as it appeared much smaller than earlier, when he overlooked the new environment. Large blocks were about the base of the structure and were shiny and perfect on the surface, as if having been cut by lasers. As he approached the hulking wall of it, a slight greenish glow emanated from a portion before him. "A crude reflection of the background forest?" he wondered.Turning Points, Pt. 4 of 6. by Nightwalker50
He reached ahead slowly, and a sudden high-pitched hum sou
Turning Points, Pt. 1 of 6. Jason Roberts arrived at a time in his life where a climax between the forces of good and evil were about to occur in strange, often unrecognizable ways to thus require very important decisions to be made. A moral crossroads was found practically at random, and he wondered if he had a "guardian angel" somehow, as had been stated by other believing people.Turning Points, Pt. 1 of 6. by Nightwalker50
While seated on a beach alone, he examined his physical surroundings first: a mostly clear sky, the warm air without wind, and the blanket soft to all better allow such critical thinking. He was thus in a circumstance to best contemplate the best way of life to go, given his age, and right now, he would take answers in any dream while relaxing or consciously amidst ever-approaching uncertainty.
After he had laid down and closed his eyes some time, a young woman with blond hair and an attractive shape disturbed him. &
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