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"To me, action is both motion and stillness; whichever I chose is action. I take unto myself that which serves me on my quest, thus enabling me to experience life in its fullness. Keeping always in mind that fear creates doubt and water doesn't always put out fires. With this knowledge, I forge ahead blindly with no expectations, except to be governed with understanding, by the universal law of attraction. I am happy to say that as a human being, my thoughts are always evolving; therefore I do not have a mind set." - Amias..............................


















A Taste Of Honey


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“A taste of honey” he softly whispered. She could barely hear him. “Give me a taste of honey!” the voice got a little demanding, and eventually grew silent. She looked at his still body, and signed deeply.Unlike a baby, it had taken her twelve years to learn to walk on her own. Once she made that first step, just like a baby, there was no turning back.For weeks, when he went to work, she had practiced. The first time she made a mistake, it had cost her a broken toe; the second time a broken nose. After the pains of those mistakes subsided, she made no more.She had laid out the foundation of her triumph very carefully. He was a stickler for routines. Where most folks went to church on Sundays, he went to work. He’d come home a little toasted, but manageable.  She would give him his honey, until he was tired. But this particular t evening, along with the regular honey, she gave him a little something to help him fall asleep early.Then she slipped out of the bed, put on a bath robe, picked up a glass jar, and slowly walked out the back door onto the beach. For a few moments she stood in a state of mindlessness, watching neighborhood kids getting those last few moments of summer enjoyment. The evening was a perfect sixty-eight degrees. The sunset was so beautiful, tears rolled down her cheeks.By the time he discovers her secret, it would be too late. When the kids left the beach, she took off her robe and buried it, stained red, in a shallow hole. Then she walked into the water, her eyes fixed on that beautiful sunset, until her head was submerged.She had given far too much honey to a man who kept her from becoming a woman. He had forced her to crawl like a baby, putting diapers on her mind, locking her away in her own shit. Over time he had beaten a couple of babies out of her, each time refusing medical care. Instead, he left her alone to heal in the dark.She waited until he had been arrested, and put away for life, before she re-emerged. Didn’t matter what she looked like, no one would recognized her anyway. She had been something he picked up off the streets, in another state. He had cleaned her up and introduced her as his wife. But she had no social life. She had been his slave. Now, using the name she went by before they met, she laid claim to his wife, her sister’s substantial insurance policy. She had paid on the policy behind his back, for over twelve years, from the coins she had stolen from his pockets. Then she purchased the little beach house they had shared, and lived peacefully alone, with her beautiful sunsets.-------Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.





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Losing One's Place


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He circled the world like the wind, carrying out his task. He had no thoughts past this action. He had no emotions. His task had become tedious. He was unable to recall why, or who chose him for such a task; nor when it had begun. There was only one rule he had to follow; collect and go, and never look back.In his travels the wind carried horror stories of others before him looking back, and losing their place. Not understanding what that meant, he gave it no time.One day after he passed through a vortex, to break up the monotony, he lingered. It was amazing. He saw himself as a frail old man, sleeping in a bed of white. Until that thought appeared, he didn’t know how tired he was. Unable to take his eyes off himself, too late he realized, the only rule that governed his existence, had been broken.World War II had been hard on America. The country fell into a dark depression. So many folks were without food and shelter. President Roosevelt was trying to make it right. But James refused to put his hopes in what he called crooked politicians. He became a cruel crime lord. He took so many innocent lives, he was held accountable by a higher court. He became the Grim Reaper. His flesh melted from his bones; human emotions dissipated. His soul was locked away; but his spirit collected the dead. He had only one rule to follow; collect and go, and never look back.Now each time he travels through a vortex to collect, he dies right along with his prey. Each time the tiredness overwhelms him, and his cries for mercy are not heard. Too late, he understood that the horrors of losing his place, was to remember that he was in hell.-------Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.





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Oops! You’re On Candid Camera


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Mark and Carolyn had been married a year, and they celebrated their first anniversary with their small family. Mark went overboard on his gift to her. He gave her a two carats diamond ring. She in term gave him an expensive Camcorder, and a very erotic video she had made of herself, especially for him.Carolyn could hardly wait for the party to be over. She wanted to rush home so that Mark could see the other half of his gift.  But for some reason he had kept them out much later than she anticipated. So by the time they got home, he was tired. Instead of the romantic night she had envisioned, they both went to bed like two old folks.  She was very disappointed, so when Mark went to work the next day, she took the movie out of the Camcorder and put it away for safe keeping.Their life changed after their anniversary. Mark seemed very preoccupied. Taking the advice of her closest girlfriend, she tried everything in the book to get his attention to no avail. After three months she gave up.Then one day Mark came home to a ransacked house. There was a trail of blood from the front door to his den. He was so shocked he almost pissed on himself. He shouted out her name, but no one answered. He ran to the den, and when he opened the door, there was Carolyn, sprawled out on the floor covered with blood.Carefully he pulled out his cell phone, but he punched it too many times to be dialing 911.  “Jane”, Carolyn heard him say. “It’s all over. I will call the police now. I love you!”Just after those words came spilling out of his mouth, a few of their friends burst out of the closet, holding the Camcorder, shouting, “April Fool!”-------Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.





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