John Wesley Updegrove, my great Grandfather and my namesake, was a young coal miner, in 1899. He made very little money in the Allentown mines, but that didn't bother him. He had a home, food on the table, and his Irish wife was stunningly beautiful and supportive.
Every year, on St. Patrick's Day, which was also his birthday, the German man and his wife would go to dinner after a long day mining. But this year was different.
The day prior, his wife spent four dollars on a green tie. It was very simple. The dark green silk shined in the sunlight. She couldn't wait to give it to him when he got home that night.
For John, the day w
My gas gauge is on the empty, oh,
but I feel the rhythm calling me tonight.
Tonight, the cold crisp air
is bringing me the sounds that I want to hear
I've got not a dollar to my name
I'm sick and tired of playing this game
I just want to get into that fray
or else I will make headlines in the next day
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight
I'm going to get through that door,
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight
and going to get on the dance floor
The muscle man is frowning at me, oh,
but I've got enough speed to handle
him all night
The beat is thumping, blood is pumping
through my veins, powering my legs all night
but I can see the lights
Tonight,
"Big brother?" A small voice called out amidst the leveled community. "Big brother?!"
Her strained, scared voice echoed off the monolithic pieces of concrete now dotting the landscape.
"Christy!" A older male voice called from behind her. She turned to see a man that slightly resembled her, blood slowly trickling down his face, running towards her.
"Big brother!" She called as she ran to meet him.
"Oh, Christy! Jesus, are you okay?" He asked as he looked at her lacerations and bruises, kneeling down to her level, and finally giving her a loving, comforting bear hug.
She no
One day one chance
We come to conclusions fore we even dance
But why dont we just
Cut through our memories and give us a chance anymore
Sometimes we just
Need some compassion from some other one
So why cant we just
Trust one another, and love everyone
But we pull out our rapiers and swords
Hes gone no more
And I am left here knocking on your front door
Can you forget
And try and start over with me in your head
But you pull out your rapier and sword
One day once more
I come to conclusions fore reaching your floor
Why cant I just
Go on my memories and walk through your door
But I pull out my
A Work of Fiction: Chapter 8 by jonnyneroactionhero, literature
Literature
A Work of Fiction: Chapter 8
He burst into the middle of the aisle, ripping open his shirt to reveal a homemade bomb. How the hell did that get on here?! I thought to myself, not that I really had the time. His hand began to reach for the trigger.
Dont even try it, Ill take you down before you even have the chance, I said, raising my gun to aim dead center in his forehead.
Some people dont listen. His hand continued towards it. One bang, a few screams, and a lot of jumps later, he was down, a trickle of blood forming a pool around his head. I stood there with my gun still trained on him, slowly inching my way next to him, just incase
John Wesley Updegrove, my great Grandfather and my namesake, was a young coal miner, in 1899. He made very little money in the Allentown mines, but that didn't bother him. He had a home, food on the table, and his Irish wife was stunningly beautiful and supportive.
Every year, on St. Patrick's Day, which was also his birthday, the German man and his wife would go to dinner after a long day mining. But this year was different.
The day prior, his wife spent four dollars on a green tie. It was very simple. The dark green silk shined in the sunlight. She couldn't wait to give it to him when he got home that night.
For John, the day w
My gas gauge is on the empty, oh,
but I feel the rhythm calling me tonight.
Tonight, the cold crisp air
is bringing me the sounds that I want to hear
I've got not a dollar to my name
I'm sick and tired of playing this game
I just want to get into that fray
or else I will make headlines in the next day
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight
I'm going to get through that door,
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight
and going to get on the dance floor
The muscle man is frowning at me, oh,
but I've got enough speed to handle
him all night
The beat is thumping, blood is pumping
through my veins, powering my legs all night
but I can see the lights
Tonight,
"Big brother?" A small voice called out amidst the leveled community. "Big brother?!"
Her strained, scared voice echoed off the monolithic pieces of concrete now dotting the landscape.
"Christy!" A older male voice called from behind her. She turned to see a man that slightly resembled her, blood slowly trickling down his face, running towards her.
"Big brother!" She called as she ran to meet him.
"Oh, Christy! Jesus, are you okay?" He asked as he looked at her lacerations and bruises, kneeling down to her level, and finally giving her a loving, comforting bear hug.
She no
A Work of Fiction: Chapter 8 by jonnyneroactionhero, literature
Literature
A Work of Fiction: Chapter 8
He burst into the middle of the aisle, ripping open his shirt to reveal a homemade bomb. How the hell did that get on here?! I thought to myself, not that I really had the time. His hand began to reach for the trigger.
Dont even try it, Ill take you down before you even have the chance, I said, raising my gun to aim dead center in his forehead.
Some people dont listen. His hand continued towards it. One bang, a few screams, and a lot of jumps later, he was down, a trickle of blood forming a pool around his head. I stood there with my gun still trained on him, slowly inching my way next to him, just incase
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Hello there! Why yes, I'm still alive and kicking. Anyone else still around? It's been a while. And I have lived a life in that time. Goods and bads. Ups and downs. And I find myself writing again. I got a huge fic I'm working on over here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/JonnyNero/pseuds/JonnyNero I've decided to start moving some of this stuff over there, because I was hit with the nostalgia bug and want bring the old over with the new. If you are still around and want to reconnect, please let me know! I miss the whole lot of ya looking back at some of the comments and remembering what was. So if you're still around, lets chat! If not, I hope you have also lived a life in the time I've been gone. :)
What a difference a year makes.
I'll tell you, I was tossing between that title and an IT'S OVAH 9000!!!!! joke, seeing as how my watch list, well...was
Anyway, HI GUISE!!!!! How is everyone? Good, alive...takin over the world. That's good!
So a lot of stuff has happened in the past year and a half or so. BTW, I'm not making any promises about a work of fiction. I've been thinking about it, but probably not going to get back to work on it anytime soon.
But, I moved back in with my parents. Got fired from a job. Worked for FEMA. Got let go from that. Worked for an Aston Martin Dealership. Did the old half baked joke to that one (