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The is one of the places where I plan on creating.  It may be stories, it may be poems, it may be regular posts.  Only time will tell.

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Playing Hockey

In 2016, I was approached a couple of hockey players here in Bangkok, Thailand because I did a podcast about watching 2 hockey games here, titled Bangkok Ice Hockey League: They asked me if I wanted to be involved with a new ice hockey league they were starting called the Siam Hockey League (SHL), and be their official podcaster.  All I had to do was let people know what was going on with the SHL and do a few interviews with the Player of the Game.  Well, I ended up enjoying being at the rink so much for the hockey that I happily did so much more for them.  I also go the bug to play again, so in 2017, when I went back to the US to visit my family, I decided to pick up some gear so I could start playing again.  I actually did a podcast about this as well: Things have been going pretty good.  I've took on a bigger role with the SHL for the second season, which I enjoyed, and I was playing shinny (pickup hockey) every week that they had it.  I was invited to play in their Land of Smiles Old Timers tournament for the Flying Farangs.  What is really cool about this is that @hirondelle has been wanting me to play for the Flying Farangs since I moved to Thailand.  We did OK in the tournament, nothing big, but we didn't lose every game, and the team that won it, we did pretty good against them, so not too shabby.  I was then invited to play in another tournament for the Flying Farangs in Pattaya, which was a 4-on-4 tournament.  That was a lot of fun.  We took second place in this tournament, and we ended up playing the best team in the tournament, the Pattaya Predators, in the last two games.  We beat them the first time we played them by getting into their head and controlling the game.  In the second game, they got into our heads and won the game.  Oh well.  There is always next year. After this, I was invited to play with the Flying Farangs again, this time in a charity tournament to raise money for a player, from one of the local teams, that was injured in a motorcycle accident.  This tournament was six games spread over 2 weeks.  We won all but one game, which is a game we tied.  This was also a 4-on-4 tournament.  Their were only two bad things about this tournament.  (1) Was that it was so far out, (2) was the ice was really bad.  Very soft and very wet.  If you played in the first game, it wasn't so bad, but if you played in the second or third game, it was really wet. Around the time of the charity tournament, the Bangkok Ice Hockey League (BIHL).  I was asked to play for a team called Bunteng which means "to have fun".  The BIHL is run kind of odd.  All the teams (this year there were 10, last year there were 12) are split into 2 divisions, chosen at random.  The teams in the individual divisions play against each other.  After this, the teams are reorganized into the divisions with the better teams in the top division, and the not so good teams put into the lower division.  The teams play the the teams in their respective divisions for the remainder of the regular season.  Then the teams are split into three divisions for the playoffs.  Last year, Bunteng took third place in Division 2.  This year, thought we didn't have a stealer season, we had an OK season.  We lost every game in the first portion of the season, won two games and tied one and lost one in the second half of the season, which put us into Division 1 going into the playoffs!  Now we lost both games in the playoffs and took third place, but that is a huge improvement from last season.  My goal for this season was that Bunteng didn't place worse than they did last season, which they didn't.  Now, I'm not saying this is because of me, but they didn't do worse because of me, so that makes me happy!  @hirondelle recorded every game she was in for, and you can fine them at Dom Dumais Does Hockey.  After the last game, the captain of Bunteng asked me to play on the team next season.  I don't know if I will be asked to play for any other team, but I think, because Bunteng took a chance on me, so I think I will stick with them. Another big thing hat happened with me and hockey this past year was that the Flying Farangs decided they wanted to start traveling around the region again.  There was a tournament in Manilla, Philippines.  I was asked to play with the Flying Farangs again for this one, which I was more than happy to do!  We did OK in this tournament, but we didn't win any trophies.  We just had fun. For me, one of the be big things about the Pattaya, Thailand Tournament and the Manilla, Philippines Tournament was that the coach had me playing forward in both of these tournament.  I'm not a forward, but it was a lot of fun.  In the Pattaya Tournament, I took a few face-offs, which was aa first for me.  I even won a few.  In the Philippines Tournament, we were playing on Olympic sized ice, which is bigger than North American ice, which was also a first me. All in all, I've been having a lot of fun since I've come back to hockey, and I plan on playing for as long as I can now. Always Remember: If you feel the bug to do something old or new, give it a go.  You just may love it!

Timberwolf

Timberwolf

 

The Email

Dear Telenaz,   Do you remember that café we met in?  I remember it like it was yesterday.  Akram, Fadhil, Baravan, Zamanlabib and I went in there for a drink after our football match.  We were so excited and happy.  We had beat the club from Taji.  This was the third time we’ve played them this year and we finally beat them.  We couldn’t believe it.  Fadhil and Baravan each scored a goal for us.  We were causing such a racket because we had won.  Then you walked in with your friends, Dleen and Kayoosh.  As soon as my eyes found out, I knew you would be the woman I was going to marry.  I just needed to find out who your family was, so I could convince your father that I was the right man for you.  When you looked at me, and our eyes met, my heart just stopped.  You owned me with your eyes.  You game me such a sweet smile.    I went back to the café the next week in the hope that you would come again.  I had almost given up when you walked in.  This time you were only with Kayoosh.  You looked at me and smiled again.  I stayed and drank so much chai while I watched you and Kayoosh.  You would sneak glances at me when she wasn’t looking.  It was so exciting.  When you got up to leave, you signaled discreetly that you would be back the next week.  I hoped you would come alone so I could talk to you.    The next week, I sat with my chai and waited for you to arrive.  As soon as you walked through the door, I was so excited.  You looked so shy this time, but then I noticed that you didn’t bring any of your friends.  I asked you if you would like drink, and you asked for a sharbat.  I stood up to walk over to the counter, and I tripped on the table.  I was so embarrassed, but you didn’t laugh, you were concerned that I was OK.  Thank you for that.    Telenaz, I remember how we sat and drank our sharbat and talked about our families.  We talked about our hobbies.  I remembered how interested you were in football.  I remember how you asked so many questions, wanting to understand it.  I remember asking you about the books you read and the stories you wrote.  I remember asking you about all the characters.  They were so interesting.  You knew the entire life of all of the characters in your stories.   As we sat in that café, week after week, we started writing stories together.  You challenged me to create characters that weren’t simple.  You challenged me to create characters that were like real people.  You taught me how to be creative.  I remember teaching you how to play chess.  You never really liked it very much, but you played it with me while we talked and talked.    We talked about our future plans.  We talked about what we wanted to study at university.  What talked about what we wanted to do with our lives.  What we wanted to do with for our families.  As the weeks went by, our dreams started to include each other.  Going to university together.  We talked about what it would be like to spend our lives together.  We talked about what I would need to do to convince your father to allow me to take your hand in marriage.    I remember the day I had to tell you that I was drafted into the army.  Our chai was filled with the tears we shed.  Do you remember the promises we made?  We promised that we would wait until I finished my tour of duty.  It would only be two years.  We could wait that long.  That wouldn’t be a problem, two years is such a short time.  Then I would have saved some money and I could approach your father and ask for your hand in marriage.  We hugged each other close, wanting to kiss, but we knew we couldn’t, not just yet.   I left the next day for basic training.  In my pocket I had that picture we took together.  Through my sixteen weeks of basic training, we wrote emails to each other every week.  Our emails filled with love and promises.    As my basic training was finishing, we promised to meet at the café again.  Oh, how I looked forward to seeing you again.  Those sixteen weeks seemed an eternity, but worth it for the money I saved while in basic training. I remember as I walked down the lane to the café.  My heart filled with so much love and excitement.  Did you feel the same?  I believe you did.  My heart tells me you did.   Oh, my Telenaz.  Did you hear the rocket coming?  I heard it.  The sounds made me stop in my tracks.  I couldn’t move.  Then I saw our café explode in and outward spray of rubble and dust as the world was shattered by the explosion and I was thrown to the ground by the concussion.  I stumbled through the rubble to the whole that was our café.  Nothing but broken bits of stone, wood, and massive amounts of blood.  I was covered in blood as I worked my way through the blood looking for any sign that you might have been there, hoping you had not.  Then I found the remnants of your scarf.  That’s all I could find.  My world died that day my Telenaz.   I went back to my command when I could find nothing of you.  I needed to know what happened.  Who had attacked us.  A civil war had broken out between the Christians and Yazidism.  I was so angry with what happened to you, that I had to beg them to let me go to go to the front lines.  I needed to revenge you.   Things were very chaotic at the beginning of the war, and we lost quite a few people at the start, but we did start turning things around.  After 6 months of being in a regular solider, I volunteered for Black Division, which is our special forces division.  I had to go through 3 months of special training.   Once I finished my training, I was immediately sent out to make my first kill.  I thought this would be very hard, but I remembered what happened to you, and I found it quite easy.  Because of what they did to you, I found it very easy to kill.  I very quickly moved up the ranks.   It has now been two years since I lost you.  I found myself back in our town.  It has changed so much.  So many buildings have been destroyed.  I found myself walking down the road of where our café was.  I found the space that was once our café.  All that’s there was a couch, a brazier.  Most of the rubble had been cleared away.   I decided to have a sit and relax.  My phone vibrated so I had a look.  You can imagine my surprise when I saw that I had received an email from you.   Are you alive?

Timberwolf

Timberwolf

 

What's Been Goin On

Well, it has been awhile.  Yes, I wrote a story a few days ago and posted it
    and I've posted here and there trough out NL.  I figured I should write a blog post and let people know what's going on with me.   Back in April of 2017, I went to the States to visit my kids and my family.  Before I went back to the States, I really got the urge to play ice hockey again.  Now, just to give you an idea of how long it's been, the last time I played competitive hockey was back in 1989,.  Since that time, I had skated 1 time since then, and that was on February 16, 2016 when Tracy and I went to the little sheet of ice at one of the local malls here in Bangkok, Thailand, (see video below), and it was a lot of fun.  Then on August 20, 2016, Tracy and I went to Central Grand Rama 9 and we saw 2 games put on by the Bangkok Ice Hockey League (BIHL).  I did a vlog and a podcast about it back then.  It was a lot of fun.  Granted these players weren't superstars, but some of them were pretty good.  It was a lot of fun. From this, I was contact by a couple of members from the BIHL, they were getting ready to start their own league, which was the Siam Hockey League (SHL).  I met with the president of the SHL, John, and the treasurer, Christian.  We sat down and discussed what they would like me to do for the SHL.  What they wanted me to do at that time was to talk about what was going on with the SHL in my podcast, and come out to a few games and interview players.  I ended up doing a 10-20 minute news show about the games that happened over that week.  I also went to every game and interviewed the player of the game after the games.  I had so much fun doing this, and I got to know quite a few of the players.  By getting to know these guys, and watching them play, it really spurred my desire to play again. Then April of 2017, I went back to the States to visit my kids and family, and I decided to pick up hockey gear while I was there.  When I got back, I started playing in the Thursday night shinny hockey, which is pick up hockey for those that don't know what shinny is.  This was a lot of fun.  A lot of the guys were happy to see me put the pads back on.  My first game back was pretty rough, but I get a little bit better all the time. During the off season of the SHL, their Admin guy moved from Bangkok to Singapore, so they asked me if I would like to take off these tasks, which I jumped at.  I would continue doing my interview and news show.  I also have updated their website and kept track of their stats.  I would also be doing the score keeping for the SHL.   While things were getting ready for the SHL to kick off, I was contacted by the organizers of the Land of Smiles Tournament, a long running tournament here in Bangkok.  They have teams that come from all over the world.  They wanted me to interview the player of the games for the games that I could make it to.  And then, on the Saturday of the tournament, they asked me if I would make a some announcements, which I was happy to do. Once the SHL kicked off, I found it I was a lot busier than I expected I would be.  The second season of the SHL is winding down, and although I've been pretty busy, I have enjoyed it, and I'm looking forward to doing it again next season.  Also, during the SHL season, one of my friends in the SHL, Lance, asked me if I was interested in playing ball hockey.  I did this a few time, but I found it difficult with how much I was doing with the SHL, though I do plan on starting to play ball hockey again.   During my time playing shinny hockey, one of the guys I played with, Ob, he asked me to be on his team in the BIHL next season, so I'm really looking forward to that.  Also, the Flying Farangs have asked me to take care of their website as well, so I've been doing that.  LOL.  I just keep adding more and more things.  But, the SHL's season is winding down, so I'm finding myself with more free time again, so I can come back here, which, for me, is always a good thing.   Well, I think that's about all, though I'm sure @hirondelle will come by and remind me of a few things, which I will add edits for.  LOL. Always Remember: If there is something you think you might be interested in, you should give it try.  You never know, you just might love it.

Timberwolf

Timberwolf

 

The Punishment (NSFW)

Before you start reading this story, I do have to make somethings very clear.   This post is very very NSFW Like my other stories, this work is pure fiction The characters in this story are both willing participants This story, in no way, shows that I think men are superior to women.  I fully believe that men and women are equal in all aspects of life and should be treated as such. As this story is NSFW and adult in nature, you read at your own risk, and as such, you cannot hold the writer responsible for your reactions. Feel free to comment and discuss after you have read.   “Remove all your clothes my pet”, he said as he looked into her in the eyes.  With trembling hands, she lifted her top up over her head, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushes them down her legs, reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and paused.  She then looked down and removed her bra, and slowly pushed her panties down her legs.  “Kneel pet”, he said sternly, as he continued to look intently at her.  She slowly got down on her knees.  He took the long five strides to her slowly.  To her it seemed an eternity before he reached her.  He placed his hand on the top of her head.  Slowly he slid his hand down the side of her face and she leaned into his hand.  With the tips of his fingers, he lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “You have been too long out of your collar”, he said as his brought his other hand out from behind his back her collar in his hand..  “Present for me pet”, he said.  She moved forward onto all fours, pulled her shoulders down to expose her neck more as she kept her eyes on the ground.  As the collar went around her neck, she felt her heart race and a warmth start to rise in her lower belly.  As he slid the strap past each hole, the collar tightened around her neck, the heat between her legs rose and a mew escaped her lips. She hoped he didn't hear it for she knew he would punish her for it.  She hoped he did hear it for she knew he would punish her for it. Once he had the collar cinched into place he stood before her.  “Have you been bad my pet”, he asked her.  The tone of his voice told her that he already knew the answer. She kept her eyes lowered. “Yes Sir.  I was a bad pet”, she said with a tremor in her voice. “What did you do my pet,” he asked. She knew he knew.  She couldn't get out of this one. In a whisper she said “I took..” “What!” he said sternly, the anger rising in his voice. “I took a.....” “WHAT!  Speak up pet.” He growled at her. “I'm sorry Sir.  I took another man’s cock into my mouth and I enjoyed it”, she cried.  She heard more than saw his feet walk off to the side of the room, heard him grab something off the table.  She waited as he feet moved closer to her again, stopping right in front of her. “You will be punished for this, pet”, he walked behind her out of her site. She tried to brace for what was to come.  She waited and waited.  When nothing happened, she relaxed a bit, then before she knew it, she heard the whu and the loud crack of leather hitting flesh, then she felt the sting on her left ass cheek.  Whu again and she felt the leather bite into her right ass cheek. He paused to let her catch her breath.  He could see the quick expansion and compression of her ribs as she recovered from the smacks.  The redness already glowed on each cheek.  He slid the paddle over her cheeks as he stroked her back as he watched her breath start to slow.  With a quick flick of his wrist, the paddle again bit into her ass, he stroked her cheeks again and then snapped the paddle into her other cheek.  He could now hear her whimpers. “You more than enjoyed his cock in your mouth, didn’t you pet”, he said. She nodded, “Yes si….”  whu, crack, whu, crack.  Whimpers escaped her as she fought to catch her breath again. He stroked her back again, slid the paddle over her cheeks.  His pants were tightening around the hardness of his cock.  He slid the paddle between her legs, turning it to force her to open her legs more.  He brought the paddle back up and stroked it across the wetness of her lips.  She moaned and swayed her hips at the touch.  Whu, crack. “Why do I do this my pet?” he asked. “Because I am such a slut Sir,” she whimpered, her head down.  Whu, crack.  She jumped a little at the sting, a moan escaped her lips. “You enjoy sucking cock, don’t you pet,” he stated, more than he asked. “Yes Sir.” Whu, crack, whu, crack. Her body bucks as an orgasm rips through her body responding to the pleasure pain she has received from the spanks. He moved back around front of her, undoing his pants, pulling out his hard cock, slowly stroking it.  “Show me pet,” he commands her. She quickly moved forward and reached out to take his cock in her hand.  She stroked it, rubbed it against her face…. kissed it…. licked it….., eventually she pulled it into her mouth, working it in and out while she stroked it with her hand, keeping one hand on the ground to maintain her balance. “Mmmmmm, that’s such a good pet,” he growled at her, as his hips start to move back and forth with the actions of her mouth and hand, causing her to moan in pleasure at being told she is a good pet.  Before he lost too much control, he pulled himself from her mouth and moved around behind her.  He positioned his cock at the wet opening of her pussy, easing just the head in.  He then grabbed her hips and pulled as he thrusted deep into her. "Now beg pet." “Oh God yes Sir.  Fuck me hard!” she screamed as he drove into her again and again.  The passion of them both rising higher and higher.  “Aaahh!” she cried hoarsely as her excitement crested and her body started to orgasm, spasming around him, which caused him to thrust deep into her as his own orgasm ripped through his body.  They collapsed to the floor as their bodies shook and trembled, coming down from their orgasms, both making unintelligible sounds. As they started to come down, he stroked her side as he kept his body pressed against her.  “I hope I didn’t hurt you my pet.” “No Sir”, she said as she pressed her body against him more.  “Thank you for taking care of me as you do Sir” she said, and he kissed her neck.  

Timberwolf

Timberwolf

 

Missing - Part 1

Emily and Devin are sitting at The Citrus, one of their local restaurants that serves breakfast.  “What should we do today?” Devin asked Emily. “Well, I want to do some gardening this weekend, maybe plant some flowers along the side of the house.  We’ve been talking about it for the last three years.  I think it’s about time we finally do it,” Emily responded with a smile. Devin nodded, “That’s a great idea.  I think I’ll get some equipment at Home Pro and…” Devin moved back so the waitress could put their breakfast plates down. “Would you like more coffee?” she asked, and both agreed. “So yeah, I’ll get some equipment and some mulch, and I’ll work on those trees out back,” Devin continued. “I have no idea how you eat your eggs like that,” Emily said while she looked at Devin’s plate.  “Sunny side up is just so disgusting.” Devin laughed “Hey, I have to get them when we’re out, because you won’t let me eat them in the house.” “Don’t you even,” Emily retorted with a smile.  “Anytime you want your eggs like that, you can cook them yourself.  I’m not cooking anything that nasty.” With that, Devin picked up a slice of toast, used the corner and dipped it into his eggs, breaking the yoke causing it to ooze all over his plate while he smeared it on the end of his toast, lifted it to his mouth, as it dripped the yoke off of it, and took a big bite. “But, it’s just so delicious”, he said as he chewed it up. “That’s just horrible.  You’re such a pig,” Emily laughed.   “Ahh, now that hit the spot,” Devin said as he leaned back and stretched his arms over his head. “No going to sleep now.  We have a lot to do today,” Emily said with a laugh.  “Get the check.” The waitress came back to the table, “Do you guys need anything else?” “No thank you, just the check,” Devin replied. The waitress pulled out the checks from her apron pocket.  “Sure, not a problem,” she said as she sorted through the different checks, finding Emily and Devin’s.  “Here you go.  When you’re ready, you can pay up at the register.  Have a great day” she said as she set down their check with a smile, turned, and headed off to another table. Devin gave Emily some money, “Here’s some money, can you take care of that while I use the toilet?” he asked. “Sure, not a problem,” Emily picked up the check and the money.  “I’ll meet you outside.”   Devin finished washing his hands, exited the restroom and left The Citrus.  He looked around, but didn’t see Emily, Hmmm, she must have headed to the car he thought, and walked to the back parking lot.  He didn’t see Emily there either, but he walked to their car, but she wasn’t in it.  Odd.  I wonder if I missed her walking through the restaurant, Devin thought, heading back to the restaurant. Devin walked up to the cashier, “Excuse me.  I was just in here having breakfast with my wife.” “Yes?” the cashier said.   “Uhm, did you see where she went?” Devin asked. “She went outside, sir”, the cashier responded. “Did she say anything before..” Devin’s phone started to buzz in his pocket.  He pulled out his phone and saw he had a message from Emily’s phone. Emily:  Mr. Fredrikson Emily:  Don’t try to find your wife’s phone. Emily:  We have turned off the tracking Devin started to type into his phone. Emily:  Mr. Fredrikson Emily:  Stop typing Emily:  Just read Emily:  We have some things we need to say Emily:  Before you start asking questions Emily:  First Emily:  Don’t bother calling the police Emily:  They will just tell you to wait 48 hours Emily:  Then your wife will be dead Emily:  If you do what we say Emily:  Follow every step Emily:  Your wife will be home in 24 hours Emily:  Unharmed Emily:  Do you understand? Emily:  You may type YES or NO YES :Devin Who are you?  Why did you take my wife?  What do you want? Devin thinks as he sends his message. Emily:  Very good Mr. Fredrikson Emily:  Now go to your car Emily:  You will see a note on the seat Devin looked up to the cashier, “Thank you” and turned and walked out of The Citrus, and headed to his car.  When he got there, he saw there was a note on his seat.  He opened the car door, grabbed the note and started to open it when his phone buzzed again. Emily:  Mr. Fredrikson Devin stopped opening the note. Emily:  Before you read the note Emily:  REMEMBER Emily:  DO NOT GO TO THE POLICE Emily:  If you do Emily:  We will kill her Emily:  If you understand type YES” YES :Devin Devin typed and hit the send button. Emily:  Thank you Mr. Fredrikson Emily:  You may read the note now Devin opens the note, a polaroid fell out, so he picked it up to see a scared Emily with a knife at her throat which was held by a masked person behind her. MR. FREDRIKSON, WE HAVE TAKEN YOUR WIFE.  IN ORDER FOR YOU TO GET HER BACK YOU MUST REMAIN CALM AND DO AS YOU ARE TOLD.  AS YOU SEE FROM THE PHOTO YOUR WIFE IS FINE.  SHE WILL REMAIN SO IF YOU DO AS YOU ARE TOLD.  IN 30 MINUTES THE TELEPHONE THAT HAS BEEN INSTALLED IN YOUR HOUSE WILL RING.  IF YOU ARE NOT THERE TO ANSWER IT, IT WILL NOT BE GOOD FOR YOUR WIFE.   Devin started at the note and the Polaroid in shock.He felt his phone buzz in his hand again. Emily:  Mr. Fredrikson Emily:  Have you finished reading the note? Devin punched YES into his phone, exasperated and terrified. Emily:  Very good Mr. Fredrikson Emily:  I recommend you go home now Emily:  You will received a phone call in 30 minutes Emily:  You should be there to answer Devin numbly got into his car, started it and drove home.   Twenty-five minutes later, Devin entered his house and the first things he saw was the old fashioned rotary phone sitting in the center of the dining room table.  Devin shuffles to the table, blind to everything else in his house and collapses into the dining room chair facing the phone. At exactly thirty minutes from the last message the phone starts to ring which caused Devin to scream in shock.  Frantically he grabbed for the phone and knocked it off it’s cradle.  Devin fumbled while he tried to grab it.  When he finally caught hold of it he raised the phone to his ear. “He-hello?” “Devin?!  Oh god, I’m so glad you answered the phone,” Emily said on the other end of the phone. “Emily!  Are you …” Devin responded but was cut off by a mechanical voice on the other end of the line. “Mr. Fredrikson.  As you can hear, your wife is alive and well,” said the mechanical voice on the other end. “Who are you?” Devin said into the phone on the verge of screaming. “It doesn’t matter who we are Mr. Fredrikson.  All that matters is that you do we tell you to.  When you do that, we will release your wife.  Don’t do that, and you will never see your wife again.  Do you understand Mr. Fredrikson?” answered the mechanical voice. “No!  You tell me who you are or I won’t…..” Devin is cut off by a scream coming through the phone. “Mr. Fredrikson.  That was your wife screaming.  We just broke her ring finger.  The one that she wears that expensive wedding ring you bought her five years ago.  If you interrupt me again, I will break her hand.  Then I will break her forearm.  Then I will break her upper arm.  Then I will break her shin.  Do you get my point Mr. Fredrikson?” the mechanical voice said into the phone. “Yes! Yes! I understand.  Just don’t hurt her any more,” Devin sobbed into the phone. “Mr. Fredrikson, Your job is to hack into Maverik Corporation.  Once you have done that, you need to find a folder titled Marshal Falls.  Copy all of the contents of that folder and then delete the folder from Maverik Corporation.” Devin was told. “But I don’t hack any more.  I haven’t in ..” Devin started to say. “Don’t lie to us Mr. Fredrikson.  We know everything you do.  We know you haven’t stopped.  You may have slowed down, but you haven’t stopped.  You have twelve hours to to do this task.  In twelve hours, we will contact you again.  If you haven’t completed this task… Well, we don’t have to keep telling you what will happen.  Just get it done Mr. Fredrikson,” the mechanical voice said and then the line was abruptly dead. “FUUUUUUUUUCK!” Devin screamed as he slammed the phone down on the receiver.  He picked it up again and slammed it down again “Fuck!”  He then walked over to his desktop computer and started it up, smashing down F12, changing his boot from Windows to Linux and waited impatiently for his system to reboot. Once his system finished it’s reboot, he started his programs for pinging servers, trying to track down Maverik Corporation servers.  Once he found them, he started looking for his way in.   After eleven hours of work, he finally found the Marshal Falls folder.  It was massive.  There was seven hundred gigabytes of information in that folder.  Devin copied it and deleted it from Maverik Corporation's servers.  He was now going through the files, but there was just so many files in there.  What is all of this stuff? Devin thought to himself, suddenly he sees a folder with the title Gitega Fallout.  Devin started to scan through the folder when the phone rang causing him to jump out of his seat, nearly giving him a heart attack.  He jumps up and runs to the phone on the dining room table and answered it.  “Hello?” Devin is greeted by the mechanical voice. “Hello Mr. Fredrikson.  Did you copy the folder?” “Yes I did,” Devin responded.  “What’s it..” “Mr. Fredrikson, do I need to to give you another reminder?” the mechanical voice interrupted him. “No, no.  I’ve copied the folder over and deleted off of Maverik’s servers,” Devin responded. “Very good Mr. Fredrikson,” the mechanical voice answered.  “Now you need to hack into Sutan Enterprises and put the folder into there.” “I can’t do this…” Devin starts to retort. “Mr. Fredrikson.” the mechanical voice started. “Fine, fine.  I’ll do it.  How long do I have?” Devin asked frustrated. “You have six hours Mr. Fredrikson.  I will call you back then,” and the line went dead again.       ... Keep an eye our for Part 2

Timberwolf

Timberwolf

 

Lost - Part 1

Mindy sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window.  "Why are you going this way, Sean?" "You know why we're going this way," Sean said with a little exasperated.  "I know we were supposed to go down highway 13, but it was closed for construction back in Maplethorpe.  The signs said to follow country road 586, which is what we are on now." Mindy turned and looked at Sean.  "But, it's been ages since we've seen anything.  No other town, no building, nothing.  Are you sure you aren't lost?" "Of course, we aren't lost," Sean said with a roll of his eyes.  "And it hasn't been ages, it's only been about an hour."  Sean looked over to Mindy, "You have to pee again, don't you?" "That's beside the point," Mindy said.  "Have you seen anything for the last hour?" Sean pointed to side of the road, "There's a farm over there.  You can see the silo", he said with a bit of exasperation. "Would you like me to go up there and see if they will let you use their toilet?" Mindy shook her head, "No, I don't have to go yet." 30 minutes later... "OK, Sean.  I really need to go now," Mindy said with a bit of guilt in her voice. Sean chuckled, "OK, but it will have to be on the side of the road." "I know, I know," Mindy said, a bit exasperated.  "It's not like this is the first time.  Just pull over.  OK?" "OK, OK.", he said as he checked his rear-view mirror, then checked the left and right side of the road.  "There's nobody around, and this looks like as good a place as any." he said while he pulled to the side of the road.  "Do you need me to come out and assist you?" Mindy slapped Sean in the arm, "No, you sicko perv.  You just stay here in the car and keep the car running.  I shouldn't be long."  Mindy got out of the car, closed the door, and walked over to the rear tire, pulled her pants down as she squatted down and begins to pee.  Suddenly she heard something, and looked up into the trees off to the side of the road.  She thought she something, and finished her business quickly, pulled her pants up and quickly got back into the car. "Sean, did you see anything?" Sean looked at Mindy confused.  "Did I see anything where?" "Over there!  In the trees," she said as she pointed at the trees off to the side of the road. Sean looked off into the trees where Mindy pointed. "No, I don't see any..." suddenly, a man dressed in dirty overall and a flannel shirt and brown hair sticking up wildly all over carrying an ax came charging out of the trees towards the car.  Sean quickly put the car into gear and floored it only to have the car stall out.  He frantically reached for the keys twisting them hard as the engine chugs when the man runs into the car, as he brought the ax down biting into the trunk of the car.  Just then, the car's engine caught hold and started up, Sean crushing the accelerator to the floor.  The car kicked up stones and dirt as it's tired spun and the car lurched forward, the tires screamed as they caught the pavement and Sean and Mindy took off down the road. "Who the fuck was that Sean?" Mindy screamed at him. "Sean!  Who the fucking hell was that?" "I don't know! I don't know!  Fuck, Mindy!  Calm the fuck down!" Sean yelled back at her. Mindy started hitting Sean in the arm, "Don't yell at me!  What the hell is going on?  Did you do this?" "No, I didn't do this, " Sean responded.  "I didn't do this, and stop hitting me," he said to Mindy as he turned his head to look at her as he steered the car around a bend in the road. "Sean!  Look out!" Mindy yelled at him. Sean looked up, slammed on the brakes, bring the car to a screeching halt a few yards from five pickups parked across and road.  A man with rough looking jeans, a red and blue checked flannel shirt, a long unkempt beard and hair stood in front of the pickups.  He waved to Sean and Mindy as he yelled "Get out of your car.  I need to discuss something with you." "What's going on Sean?" Mindy said on the verge of being hysterical. "I don't know," Sean said as he shook his head no at the man and he eased the car into reverse. "Don't try to back up," the man said as four more pickups pulled in behind the car.  "I need you to listen to what I have to say first." "Sean...?!" Mindy started to cry. "Shush, Mindy.  Stay here.  Let me talk to him and see what it wants," Sean said as he tried to sound angry to hide the fear in his voice. "Don't do it, Sean.  Don't do it," Mindy cried. Sean opened the car door and got out, standing behind it.  "What do you want?" "I need you both to get out of the car and to step away from the car.  Don't try to run, just come closer to me," the man replied. Sean shook his head, "Why should I trust you?  I don't know you." "Because if you don't," the man lifted his left arm and three men in each of the nine pickups stood up and lowered rifles aimed at Sean and Mindy, "my men will kill you both." Sean looked at the men in front of him, then the men behind him and shook his head.  He stuck his head in to the car, "Get out of the car Mindy.  He wants us both out of the car and away from it to talk to us.  If we don't, he's going to kill us," Sean said, the fear plain in his voice. Mindy got out of the car and they both started to walk towards the man.  "Shit, I forgot the keys," Sean said, and he turned back towards the car. "Oh, don't do that," the man said as one of his men got in the car.  "Just keep walking towards me until I tell you to stop." Sean turned back around with fear and anger mixed in his face.  "What the hell is going on here?" he said. The man smiled, "Just stay calm, and everything will become clear shortly.  Just keep walking towards until I tell you to stop." Mindy grabbed Sean's hand and they both started to walk forward as they watched the man.  When they were ten feet away from the man, he told them to stop and he lowered his left arm and the men in the trucks lowered their rifles.  "My name is Micah," he said and gestured to the men around him, "and these are members of my flock." Sean tried to look hard at Micah, "What do you want with us, Micah?" "You know, it's very rude to not offer your name after a name has been offered to you." Micah said with a smirk on his face.  "Oh, and don't lie.  I'll know if you lie." "My name is Mindy, and this is Sean," Mindy said with a tremor in her voice. "Shut up!  We don't have to tell him anything," Sean said angrily to Mindy. 'Now don't be rude, Sean," Micah said, smiling.  "She is just being polite.  Something I think you might need to learn.  Thank you, Mindy.  That was very kind of you."  Micah waved his right arm.  "So now to your question, Sean." three bags were placed on the ground between Micah, Sean and Mindy.  "You two are going to camp here tonight.  Don't worry, in one of those bags is a tent.  It's supposed to be a one-man tent, but I suppose you two don't mind being so close.  Any way, you two are to camp here tonight.  In the morning, you are to start walking.  Three days north," Micah gestures to the north, "is the border." Micah gestures to the west, "Four days to the west is another border," Micah gestures to the east, "Four days east is another border," Micah gestures to the south, "And three days south is that last border.  You have enough food in those bags for two days for each of you.  You will also find a knife and a revolver with five rounds in it.  You just have to make it to any one of the borders.  Once there, you will find a car with all the paperwork that you need to sign to have it in your name.  It's that simple." Micah said, the smile never left his face. "That's all?" Sean asked.  He looked to Mindy, "We can do this. It will be easy!  Remember that hiking trip we did last summer?  We went hiked for two weeks." Mindy nodded to Sean.  "Yeah, we can do..." "Oh, I forgot one very important thing, you to," Micah interrupted them, his smile turned to a cruel grin.  "At noon, tomorrow, my flock and I will start hunting you.  If we find you, we get to kill you Sean, and Mindy gets to become part of my flock’s breeders." "What?!  No way!  We aren't doing this.  Bring our car back." Sean yelled at Micah. The cruel grin never left Micah's face.  "You should start setting up your tent," he said as he looked to the sky.  "It will be dark soon."  Micah turned and walked to the center pickup. "I recommend getting an early start tomorrow.  The earlier you start, the longer you will have to run.  The longer you have to run, the harder it will be for my flock to find you." "Wait!" Sean pleaded.  "How many of your flock will be following us?" Micah stopped getting into his pickup.  "Well, you saw nine pickups.  So, I guess that means there will be nine pickups looking for you tomorrow." "That's not fair.  How are we supposed to outrun a pickup?" Sean said. Micah's cruel grin turned to a kind smile.  "Well, I suppose that is a bit unfair.  Nine pickups against two people on foot.  OK.  I'm feeling generous.  I will cut you a break.  The first day, there will only be four pickups.  The second day, there will be six pickups.  The third day, there will be eight pickups.  The fourth day, there will be ten pickups.  Sleep well.  Hopefully you won't see us tomorrow," Micah said, then closed his pickup door.  All nine pickups drove away leaving Sean and Mindy standing in the middle of the road. Keep an eye out for part 2.    Thank you for reading.

Timberwolf

Timberwolf

 

Murder...

David entered the office with his briefcase in one hand and his full cup of coffee in the other, just as Adrian walked around the out of the office looking back over his shoulder into the office and crashed into David causing David to spill his coffee all over himself.  "Oh shit, Dave buddy. I'm...." David swung his briefcase, crushing into the side of Adrian's face spraying the wall with blood.  Raising his briefcase up over his head, he brings it crashing down on top of Adrian's head, raising it again, smashing down, raising it... "My..." smashing down as Adrian crashed back into the wall "name...." raising it... "is...." smashing down... "David..." raising it as Adrian slides down the wall leaving a bloody trial... "not...." smashing down... "Dave..." raising it... "you..." smashing down... "stupid..." raising it.... "son..." smashing...... "Oh shit, Dave.  I'm so sorry.  I didn't see you there.  Are you OK?" Adrian asked as he caught David's arm.  "I didn't mean to get your coffee all over you," Adrian said, looking around for something to clean the coffee off of David with. David is shocked back into the present and looked down at his jacket, eased his arm from Adrian's grasp, brushing the coffee off his jacket.  "It's OK, Adrian.  Don't worry."  At least he wore a dark jacket today.  He worked his way around Adrian. "Are you sure you're going to be OK Dave?" Adrian asked as David walked past him.  "Is there anything I can do?" "No no, Adrian.  Don't worry.  I'm fine" David said, Asshole! he thought.  He continued on through the office to his cubicle.  When he got to his desk, he sat down with a shake of his head.  "Stupid people.  Why can't he watch where they're going", he grumbled to himself.   Finally!  Done!  Weekend!  David thought as he shut down his computer and pushed his keyboard tray into his desk.  He stood up, picked up his briefcase and started to walk out of his cubical.  He stopped and let Barbara and Susan walk past, the both of them lost in their talk about what they will do this weekend, too lost to notice David.  He stepped out behind them and followed them to the door of the office.  David kept his eyes on the floor while he thought about what he might do over the weekend.  He saw the door open by the women and kept walking through, only to get caught in the head by the door, knocking his glasses off. Barbara turned and reached out to David, "Oh Davey, I'm..." David balled up his fist, shot it straight out and connected with Barbara's nose, feeling the bones of her nose crunching under his fist causing her to collapse to the floor.  He pulls his foot back and gives her a vicious kick to the head.  He pulls his foot back again, kicking her viciously in the head, picking up his foot he stomps down splatter blood across the floor, he lifts his foot again and stops down.  He lifts his foot.... "Watch..." he stomps down... "what..." he lifts his foot, blood pooling around him.... "the..." stomps down, crunching bones in her skull... "fuck..." lifts his foot.... "you..." stomps down... 'are... " lifts his foot... "doing..." stomps down... "you..." lifts his foot... "stupid...." stomps... "Oh Dave.  I'm so sorry.  Are you OK?" she said as put her hand on his arm.  "I didn't know you were behind us." David shrugged Barbara's hand off his arm in shocked manner, "It's OK.  Don't worry.  It's nothing," he said as he adjusted his glasses.  "It's fine.  Don't think about it." "Are you sure Dave,": she said as she reached out to him.  "Is there anything I can do?" "No, no.  I'm fine," he said as he walked around Barbara, "It's OK, Barbara.  I should have been paying attention.  Don't think about."  He left the building, My name is David, not Dave and pay attention to what you're doing you stupid bitch.  What an idiot! he thought to himself.   "Good evening.  How are you?" the lady at the door asked him. David looked at her, "I'm fine.  I would like a table for one." "Sure, not a problem.  Would you like a seat in our restaurant area or in our bar..."  "If I wanted to sit in the bar I would have asked for the bar.  Can I just have a table for one please?" David responded curtly. "Sure, not a problem.  Follow me please" the hostess said with a smile.  She turned and led the way in to restaurant area.  When she reached a table, she turned and looked at him with a smile, "Is this OK?" "Yes.  This will do," David said as he took a seat at the table. The hostess handed the menu to David, "Can I get you a drink?" David looked down at his menu, "Yes, I would like a gin and tonic." The hostess smiled, "OK.  I will get that for you.  Your server, Michael, will be right with you."  She came back a few minutes later and placed the gin and tonic on David's table, "Enjoy your meal." The server stepped up to the table, "Hi.  My name is Michael.  I'll be taking care of you this evening.  I see that Rachel got you your drink.  Are you ready to order, or do you need a few min...." "Yes.  I'm ready.  I would like the T-bone steak.  I'd like it rare.  I want a baked potato and the steamed mixed vegetables.  For an appetizer, I want the Caesar salad, but I don't want parmigiana cheese, and I want the dressing on the side." Michael smiled and listened to David.  "OK, so you would like the T-bone steak, rare with the baked potato and steamed vegetables, and you like to start off with the Caesar salad with the dressing on the side and no Parmesan cheese." David kept his head down, "Yes, thank you."  David listened to all the conversations that were going on around him.  These people.  They are just so ignorant. They just don't understand. he thought. A few minutes later, Michael appeared back at the table and placed the Caesar salad down and then placed the small dressing bowl down next to the salad.  "Is there anything else I can get your right now sir?" Michael asked. David picked up his fork and looked down at his salad and saw croutons in it.  He gripped his fork in his hand and looked up at Michael. "I didn't ask for croutons." "I'm sorry sir," Michael said pleasantly.  "I can get you another salad for you if you wou...." David swung the hand up that had the fork in it and embedded it in Michael's chest,  "Did I say I wanted croutons!" He yanked the fork out. "I..." drove the fork into Michael's throat "didn't..." yanked it out... "say..." drove it in again... "I..." yanked it out.. "wanted..." drove it in... "god..." yanked it out... "damn...." drove it in... "croutons..." yanked it out... "on..." drove it in... "my..." yanked it out... "stinking...." drove it in again.  David followed Michael to the flow continuing to plunge his fork into Michael as he went while he screamed at him.  People ran away shocked at the carnage created by David. After minutes of driving the fork repeatedly into Michael, David stopped and looked around wild eyed, his breath heavy in his chest.  He saw that he was surrounded by police officers with guns trained on him. "Put the weapon down sir." one officer said. David looked down at his blood covered hand, then at his blood covered body, then looked up at the officer that spoke to him, "But, it wasn't my fault.  He didn't listen to me.  None of them listen to me," he said as he dropped the fork.  "They deserved it." "What do you mean they deserved it?" the officer asked.  "Who are they?" "You're one of them, aren't you," David said as he slowly reached for the fork again, only to be tackled from behind and pinned to the ground. "You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present, you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney. Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you?" the officer said as he cuffed David. "Yes I do, but I don't understand why I'm being arrested," David said.  "If he would have listened to what I ordered, and didn't put those croutons on my salad, I wouldn't have stabbed him." "I understand sir." the officer said. "Why don't we go down to the station to talk about this."   BLAM, BLAM, BLAM. the gavel banged.  "David Rider, you have been found guilty of second degree murder of Michael Phearson and hereby sentenced to 15 years on prison," the judge said. David is taken away smiling. (....4 years later) "Mr. Rider.  Can I ask you a question?" the reporter asked from outside David's cell. David looked up at the reporter. "Yes you may," he said with a smile. "Mr. Rider.  You killed a fellow inmate.  You said it was because he didn't call you David.  Is this true?" "Yes it is.  He called me Davey.  My name isn't Davey, it's David." "Isn't that a bit of a ridiculous excuse for killing someone?" David looked at the reported.  "I've killed thousands of people.  I've killed them thousands of ways.  No reason for killing somebody is ridiculous.  People will start to learn once you start killing them." The reporter looked shocked.  "You've killed thousands of people?" An evil grin crossed David's face. "Yes.  I've killed you three times just now.  Each way different.  I have bashed your head into my prison bars until your face was nothing but a bloody pulp.  Then I pulled you in and wrapped my fingers around your through and slowly squeezed the breath out of you.  Lastly, I used my spoon here," David lifted his spoon, "and I took out your throat and watched you bleed to death while I held you up." The blood drained from the reporter's face.  "Uhm, thank you Mr. Rider.  That's all I need for now.  If I have any more questions, may I contact you again?" "If you dare" David said with a big grin on his face. I would like to thank @Squarepeg for giving me the idea for this story with the his post in Joshua Deeds  I hope to write more, expanding on this story and also other stories and poems.  Please feel free to leave comments.   

Timberwolf

Timberwolf

 

A New Start

So it really has been a long time since I've written anything of substance.  At least, I haven't written any stories or poems.  If you look at NL Archive, the last blog post I've written was on August 15, 2016, and that was about American football, titled NFL Competition. That's not to say that I haven't been busy creating things.  I've also been podcasting, which you can find at my Dom Dumais website, thought it's been ages since I've done a podcast as well.  I've also done a lot of work with a local hockey league called the Siam Hockey League, and I've recently rebuilt their website, and I've been asked to build a demo site for another possible job. My goal in restarting Rambling In The Woods, and creating a new character in @Kethlia's thread titled Pristov Eli Isles, as well as starting The Woods and being Wolf, which is always fun, but I digress.  My goal in restarting Rambling In The Woods is to sprak my creative juices and start writing poems and stories again. This first post, I'm going to keep short, because, well, I'm having so much fun posting on NL 4.0.    Always Remember: You should treat everybody better than you expect to be treated.

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