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Revelation 8:1
And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour.
Why? Why was there silence in heaven? Every occupant in heaven stopped worshiping.
Max Lucado offers in Great House of God; because someone prayed.
Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation
Door number 2
The other door emptied them into a kitchen. There were dirty dishes in the sink. Pots where on the stove with food in them. There was the table with the glass top and the white iron vine pattern on the legs and the gold leaves, along with its four matching chairs. An open doorway led to a living room area. There was a glass half full on the coffee table. An electric blanket was on, draped over the couch. There was a fire crackling in the fireplace. A lava lamp bubbled in the corner. Pictures of people covered one wall.
“This place looks lived in. Are we on the same ship?”
“Yes we are.”
Geordi examined the pictures on the wall. “Data!” He exclaimed. “There are pictures of you here.”
Data never looked up. He picked up the glass, tasting its contents. It was sweet. Watered down, suggesting it had (at one point) had ice in it. He turned the fireplace, the electric blanket, and the lava lamp off. From the living room they could see a bed. It had been slept in. There were clothing scattered on the floor. Following the little hallway, there was a tiny bathroom. Towels had been thrown over the bathtub. Across from the bathroom was a small storage closet. The other door opened up into a tremendous closet.
“This is much homier than the bedroom we saw before. I would say our owner actually lives here.” Data was staring at the bed. It had a leopard print comforter on it. Adorned with a huge scrollwork iron headboard. The windows were dressed with sheer black curtains. Geordi ducked into the bathroom as Data rushed past him back into the closet. Geordi watched as he opened a jewelry armoire. He found a strange piece of jewelry with a frog on it. “What is that?”
“It is a belly button ring.” Data sighed. He placed it gently back into the armoire, closing the doors. “Next.” He was trying to be energetic and happy. It was not an easy task.
“Data, you don’t have to put up a false front around me.”
“I have too. I can’t endure this if I do not.” He stopped to look at the pictures. There was a picture of him in that ridiculous yellow Hawaiian shirt. He focused on a picture of them huddled together in front to the fireplace. He couldn’t remember that moment. “Why is a picture of Guinan here?”
“Guinan?” Geordi moved in for a closer look. He raised an eyebrow. “What is she wearing?”
Data tapped the picture. “We were summoned back to Earth, San Francisco to be exact to examine triolic waves.”
“Yes,” Geordi remembered. “They had found your severed head at a dig.”
“That was the first time I met Guinan. That is what she was wearing that day.” He thought for a moment. “I never thought from reading his stories that Mart Twain would have been so irritating.” Data smirked.
“What?”
“Remember industrious Jack London. That little boy that I ran his legs off.”
“Yes, but you paid him well. Oh, and that landlady that Picard promised her a roll in our play. That was fun.”
“I do not remember seeing Sher.” Data looked lost and bewildered.
“Let’s go exploring.” Geordi patted him on the shoulder.
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🛑 Adult content, language, drugs, abuse (multiple forms), please read with discretion. May be a trigger for some readers. Reader discretion advised.
This story has massive amounts of adult content. So much out of my wheel house, here’s to something different.
Where is god?
Jonah
Most everyone is familiar with the story of Jonah. The Old Testament profit that was swallowed by a fish. God tasked Jonah to go to Nineveh and preach. Jonah didn’t want to. He ran from God. In the opposite direction.
I’ve read teachings that state ‘well if Jonah would have just done what God would have told him in the first place’. There is something missing. Why? I have a copy of a King James Bible that has notes before each chapter. It says Jonah was a soldier. Now that makes more sense. Jonah was a soldier who had been fighting against people like the people of Nineveh probably his whole life. Now God wants him to switch gears and preach to these same people.
Yes, I understand why Jonah ran. God had a powerful lesson to teach Jonah. Sometimes we have to make a complete 180 to be where God wants us to be.
Where is god?
Since ever
Maggie woke me. I had fallen asleep in the hammock. As she sat down in her rocker she asked, “what’s wrong?”
Where to start? Finally I blurted out, “I don’t know how to use a microwave.”
She smiled, “you don’t know this. Growin’ up, we didn’t have runnin’ water. We had to draw water from a well. In the winter; it would get so cold in our house, water would freeze. I know about that part of hard livin’.” Chico jumped in her lap as she rocked away. “I’ll teach you how to do laundry and such. You can eat as many meals as you’d like with me and Chico. How was the bed?” She must have read the expression on my face. “Too hard, too soft?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Have you never slept in a bed?” She smiled a sweet smile. “I’ll make you a deal. Sleep in the bed for 5 nights. If you don’t like it, we’ll take this hammock down and put it over there.”
Our conversation was interrupted by a cop car. It was the lady cop that had kicked the bottom of my shoe. “I drove up to your house. When I saw you sitting here, I thought I’d stop. Maggie just stared at her. “Your folks ever come home?”
“No.”
“Is that normal?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me if mom didn’t run away with a trucker. Done that before. Was gone ‘bout a year.”
“And your dad?”
“Longest he’s been gone,” I thought for a minute. “6 months. Found him one time in a cave across the mountain.” She nodded. “Why are you interested this time? I never saw the law come ‘round other times they were gone?”
“Ladies at the nail salon are worried.”
“Try a new one. She’s never been inside a nail salon. Dad would have beat the shit out of her for wasting the money. Maybe the ladies” (if you could call them that) “at that skank ass gas station across town.”
“Shouldn’t you be in school?”
“Home schooled.”
“Since covid?”
“Since ever.”
The deputy smiled and tipped her hat. Once she was gone, I looked over at Maggie. “You don’t like her?”
“I don’t like cops. They’re never around when you need them and they harass you when you don’t. I do have a favor to ask. Could you reframe from cussin’? While I do agree with what you just said. I would like to suggest finding different words to express yourself.”
I sat there thinking about what she had just said. She had never cussed around me. Or lost her temper. “What would you have said?”
“I’m a huge smart-ellic. I might have said something like, that delightful gas station across town with the stellar reputation.”
I smiled at that. ‘Stellar reputation.’
Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation
Door number 1
Data and Geordi started at the tail of the ship. In what seemed a launch bay. Data used his tricorder to record a map of the ship. Geordi was looking for anything unusual. They would know for sure that each room had been searched.
“There should be a shuttle craft in here shouldn’t there?” Geordi asked.
“That is what it looks like.” This room had 3 doors, one very large door directly behind them. They assumed was the launch door. One door on the wall in front of them and one off to the left of where they stood. By the left door was a podium structure. Data walked over to it. “This is a launch bay.” He made the launch door that was now infront of them open.
“Where is the shuttle craft?”
“We may never know.” Data closed the launch window and accidentally opened a hidden door in the far wall. A shuttlecraft slid into flight position in front of them. “That answers the question about the shuttlecraft.”
“It hid itself.” Geordi seemed amazed.
“The thieves could not escape when the atmosphere changed.”
“Good point.”
“Pick a door.” Data suggested.
“Let’s see what is behind Door Number 1,” Geordi teased. He walked to the door behind the podium. It was a turbo lift.
Data walked over to the other door, “turbo lift.” He reported.
“Which one?”
“We will stay with Door Number 1.”
The turbo lift, with its strapping male voice said, “going down.”
“What happened to the female voice?” Data asked.
Geordi gave him a confused look.
“My voice never changes.” Came a reply. The turbo lift emptied them into a very classy conference room.
“This conference room puts the one on the Enterprise to shame.” Geordi marveled.
“Let us go back up to the other turbo lift door.” Data suggested.
With the same strapping male voice it said, “going up.” Geordi and Data just looked at each other.
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I can’t get the link to work like it had been. This is a chapter reading from Sunshine Valley.
Thank you 💕 for all your support. Y’all are awesome.
🛑 Adult content, language, drugs, abuse (multiple forms), please read with discretion. May be a trigger for some readers. Reader discretion advised.
This story has massive amounts of adult content. So much out of my wheel house, here’s to something different.
The story of Sarai from the Bible. Genesis 15-19 Abram and Sarai both grieved because they were old and without an heir. When I say old, 80’s and 90’s respectively. Long past child bearing age for a female. This was issue of personal distress as well as cultural shame. Sarai laughed at God because she was old. Genesis 18: 12 – 13.
Can you imagine how Sarai must have felt? She’d been crying to God in her youth for a child. When she was physically able to care for a rambunctious child. But God chooses to give her one when she’s 90?
Who was Sarah in the Bible? | GotQuestions.org
Where is god?
New home?
Violence woke me. I was being drug from the car. I heard zippers and laughin’. Hands clawed at me. I kicked with all my might. “Fight. I like it when you fight.” More laughin’. There was at least two of them. I hung onto the car for dear life.
The shadow of something came down on my hand forcing me to let go of the car. I could feel my clothes being removed. Then as from a dream, I heard a new noise. A gun being cocked.
They ran! Yes, they ran. Jumped in their loud truck and peeled the tires on their way out. In stunned silence, I stared at Maggie. She had a rifle over her shoulder. Tears streamed down my face. She watched the retreatin’ truck as I put my pants back on.
“Is there anything you need from inside?” She never stopped watching the truck.
“No,” I squeaked, cleared my throat. “No.” I said again with more confidence. We walked in silence to her house.
I stopped at the edge of her yard. She had bought a shed. With the rifle, she pointed at it. I followed her inside. It was a house! A small bed and a dresser. A stove. Small table and two chairs. Microwave. Fridge. Washer and dryer. And by the door was a coat rack. “You can stay here as long as you like. This can be your home. I’m only gonna tell you this once, I will not put up with any crap. Have you eaten?” All I could do was slowly shake my head, no. “I’ll fix us some dinner.” She left me standing there.
A noise startled me. It was the air conditionin’ kickin’ on. Air? I bet it has heat too. Stove. A little sink. Microwave. I opened it and a light came on. I can use the stove. How do you use a microwave? I’d watched Maggie use hers but I’d never used one. Washer and dryer. I don’t know how to use these either. There was a door near the bed. As if I was expecting it to explode, I opened it with great caution. A bathroom. A shower. As I sat on the corner of the tub, turned the knob to discover hot water.
Can’t cry. But I did. I cried like I’d never cried before.
I want to thank everyone for reading and sharing comments for Sunshine Vally. An e-book and a paperback are now available on Amazon.
A special thank you to Violent Lentz for write an amazing forward.
Forward
When Jolene Rice asked me to write the forward to this, her latest book; Sunshine Valley, I was immediately humbled, as outside of this work I knew so little about her as a person. However through question and answer and a thorough inspection of her previous works I was introduced to one of the most gentle, forthright individuals I have had the pleasure to come to know.
Jolene is a Kentucky girl, a true and proud Appalachian, and comes across in her writing as authentic to her characters. She tells stories of real life. Creates situations that we as readers can identify with, and very probably have experienced similar events in our own lives. The characters often speak in the vernacular of the region, and the way Jolene writes this dialect
makes it so simple to read and hear the words in the way she knows they would be spoken.
Her characters in Sunshine Valley come fully equipped with not only great strengths, but fears and flaws that we can all relate to. Where I found Jolene’s true genius was in the way she deals with conflict resolution. She does so with patience and compassion. She works within the parameters of her Christian faith, but does so in such a way that neither she nor her characters
come off as self righteous or preachy, and to me as a reader of the Non-Christian persuasion, this was truly both inviting and refreshing.
If you are looking for an author that writes with genuine flavor, and the honesty it takes to make the characters completely relatable, then I would say, in the works of Jolene Rice, you have found yourself a home.
Violet Lentz
Violetlentz.home.blog
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There was a point in my life I thought it would be fantastic writing a parody with Weird Al.
Written to the tune of “free your mind”.
🎶Free your gut and the rest will follow.
I can’t wear tight clothing. They cut me off at the pass. I have a muffin top cause I can’t pass gas.
It hurts to sit. It hurts to stand but most of all it affects my mood and makes me sad.
Do I have IBS? Could it be GIRDS? Am I clinically depressed because I have a “leaky gut”?
I can’t wear tight clothing. I can’t bend over or it might get messy.
Should I eat more Activia? Where’s them prunes? I don’t know what’s in your medicine, I just need to poo.
Free your gut and the rest will follow. I can’t believe my body is givin’ me attitude. Oh no. This really hurts. Make it go away!
Free my gut!🎶
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“Let your hates be your waiters when you set down at the table of success.”
Eric Adams
Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation
History
Data sat on the edge of his bed. The images that filled his head scared him. How was it possible for Nienoon to have betrayed him this way? The Sheno’s history made him sick. There was no way it could be true. But it was. He knew that a creature that looked much like the Sheno commander had injured her. He knew how the creature was killed. Their history cemented that memory for him. The other part, NO! It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. It was impossible. He blindly walked over to the window with that horrible image in front of him. He still couldn’t understand why she was attacked. There was nothing in the Sheno’s history to link her and the attacker. Nothing! There were more unanswered questions than before.
This knowledge also brought back the failure he had suffered by trying to make Lal. His stomach cramped at the thought of her. Memories of her was all he could think about. At that moment he understood loneliness. For the first time he realized the void he was trying to fill. He broke down into sobs, uncontrollable wailing. Did he really want to control how he felt? Should he just accept this and let it flow? He wasn’t wrong in not wanting to be alone. In his unknown desire to be a father. But this. This was an emotion that he didn’t know how to handle. 591 separate emotions he had experienced with certainty. This feeling of regret was nothing he had felt before. It cut deep in him. All the way to the bone. Worse than letting Geordi get captured. Why did this hurt so badly? Maybe if he gave into the feeling that he needed to throw up, it would relieve some of the pressure inside of him.
His door chimed. Choking back his tears, he managed “just a moment.” After cleaning up his face he called, “enter.”
It was Picard, “Captain?”
“Data, may I?”
“Yes, come in.” Data motioned him to a chair. “Is there something wrong sir?”
“I wanted to talk to you.” Picard’s voice was calm. They both sat down. “I was hoping you would give me a report on the Sheno’s history.”
“Sir, you did not request a report.”
“I know. You have a habit of filling me in anyway. I was concerned when you didn’t do it for this event.” Data sat for the longest time. Picard thought he was staring into nothingness. “I can order you to write a report.”
“You can.”
“Should I?”
“You should.”
“Data, I want a report on the Sheno’s history by the end of the week. If it will help us in anyway unravel this mystery mission we are on, I want to know about it.”
“I will write your report, sir.”
Data was still staring into space. A point on the wall. He didn’t make eye contact with Picard. “Are you alright?”
“No sir. I am not.” Data got up and walked over to the window. “I will never be alright again.”
“Was their history that violent?”
“No, it affirmed a piece of mine.”
“Data?”
Data’s hands were shaking. The look on his face was one of dismay, “I am numb. I cannot feel anything.” He stuck his shaking hands in his arm pits. “I will write your report.”
Picard walked over to Data placing his hand on Data’s shoulder. “Data?” He whispered.
*Lal
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