Trick or treating skies in Warsaw Indiana
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Johnny was the bad boy. He was a bully to his sister when he was young. He took her toys a way from her. He jumped out and scared her. He liked anything that would make her get scared or cry.
Ava and Don were his parents. They saw what he was doing many times but they would always come back with the same remark; boys will be boys. He will grow out of it.
When Johnny went to middle school and upper grades, he was always being called into the office for skipping days. The principal hated his smart-alec attitude. He would try talking to him, threatening him, calling the parents; but nothing worked. The principal felt guilt for thinking he couldn’t wait to get that kid out of his school, but he did think it and often.
Johnny did end up quitting school in the tenth grade. School seemed to get better and calmer after the bad kid left, but out on the streets it became eerie. His parents told him he was old enough to get a job,” so get to it”.
Johnny had several jobs as cooks, dishwasher, waiters but after a few weeks he just didn’t go back. There was something definitely wrong with this kid.
It was October 31st, 1967. Johnny and his hood friends were out. Their goal was to destroy as many properties as possible with eggs, toilet paper etc. They had all been drinking and probably would have been better off sitting in jail.
They came upon an addition where the houses looked neat and complete with tidy yards. At least two vehicles sat in each driveway. This was going to be their major drop for their dirty treating for the night.
They hid under a big, old elm tree. They got all their supplies out and divided them with in the group. One of the boys raised his hand to throw the first tomato.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge, dark, wispy shadow. It was coming towards them. Although it was dark, the shadow seemed darker and scary looking. He dropped the tomato and looking at the other guys, each just shrugged their shoulders as if saying, “get over it fraidy cat.”
The shadow came closer and closer. Soon it was hovering over the group of boys. Without a blink of an eye, it sucked them up like the end of a hose on a professional sweeper. In a poof, they were gone.
What do you think happened to those boys readers? Can you fill in the end of this story?
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
The heart has a mind of its own
The soul knows familiarity
The feelings ignore the warnings
It’s often a scrambled mess.
We’ve been through painful alley
We swear will not enter those doors again
But the days spent not within the realms
Leaves a solitude and a void.
Questions can become targets
Answers can’t be found
The lips become unmoving
We don’t know the reasons why.
A voice comes over the phone
Excitement raises once again
There is no rhyme or reason
We just know it feels so good.
Written by my feelings,
Terry Shepherd
Who said love is for the moment
On a whim, we fall in love
I have felt a love like no other
The day God sent you from above.
I was placed here on this earth
With reasons he only knew
I had many life long lessons
As my mind and body grew
Schools taught me reading and writing
And respect for other’s views
How to add and multiply
And obey the golden rules
Life taught me I’m not perfect
And consequences follow
Mistakes that I have made
Have made my heart not shallow
I learned when I fell in love
It was exciting as could be
And I knew it was forever
When you asked, Will you marry me.
The blessings from a marriage
Were counted one by one
When each of you were born
A daughter and two sons.
I watched you all grow up
And have families of your own
The heart has so much room
As our family has been shown.
I have learned of pain and suffering
As my parents and brother died
It didn’t matter; my tears or questions
Or asking over, why and why.
Now the time has come
Where illness has come my way
I want you to always remember
I’ve loved you always and every day.
So keep in your memories
Not the bad but happy days
And when I’m no longer here
Don’t cry, I’m not far away.
Dedicated to the ones I love,
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
October, 2017
When I walk through darkness
I see a light
It guides me back where I started
Says, don’t give up the fight.
When I feel all alone
And I begin to cry
God sends me an angel
To wipe my eyes.
When I can’t feel my faith
When I lay instead of walk
You sense my need for comfort
You sit with me, and we talk.
We never are truly alone
No matter what you think or say
Because God is always watching
And will send help for you each day.
Written by my feelings,
Terry Shepherd