Meanwhile, there are a few other survivors to get to know as they are about to be a part of Bob’s and Sue’s stories. Right now they are a few days away from meeting. Lets see what they are upto, shall we?
Dear Diary, I turn 21 tomorrow and I’m traveling with a couple of mean guys who found me hiding. I heard them and smelled them almost as fast. They keep me as their slave. I don’t need to keep repeating stuff I already wrote. Anyway here I am sprawled out on an old mattress inside some abandoned house. I’m hungry. We haven’t been eating good (well?), as they are fond of moaning about almost constantly. Before they found me I wasn’t much better off. But at least I could do what I wanted and when I wanted to do it. You don’t want to know what I’ve been eating. They at least don’t have energy to rape me as much anymore.
Dear Diary, I spoke too soon. They took turns raping me again. John always goes first. He’s the leader.
I’m the only one who keeps a diary.
Dear Diary, we ate today. Rummaged through a grocery store again. This time we loaded the vehicles to overflowing. The remote vehicles needed a little more finesse w/the extra weight.
Dear Diary, well I think I’m going to try and escape today. I’ll grab one of the cars in the parking lot we are in. I just hope they are unlocked and ready to go. All gassed up and whatever else. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself. They keep telling me I’m better off w/them. I don’t think so.
Earlier today I started a new notebook. My diary as I call it. But I guess its childish to address it each time. I’ll enter the date at the top...maybe from now on.
Like so,
3/15/34, now what?
3/22/34, well I am bored so I guess I’ll read another book as we’re in the Library of Congress. Millions of books and much more here. Maybe I’ll be able to skitter away while they’re busy looking around.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
The Fires of Time: Stranded
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Jan. 5, 2014 @6:47am,
I’m not exactly 100% where I’m going with this story. Their son that they just conceived will invent time travel.
Or their son will grow up and tell his story along with theirs and then later he’ll meet a woman (older/ younger?) Much later. He’ll be in his 30s, 40s,...50s? Haven’t got to it yet. Somebody is going to invent time travel and fix the world, there by undoing the whole story and creating a different time line.
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Bob’s Story
1/10/30 (5:15pm) It’s 5:15pm. My name is Robert Baker and I am starting my journal right now. Why? Because I want to keep a record of my life and adventures. I hope I have lots of adventures in my life. Today I am sixteen and I just got my driver’s licence. I was born sixteen years ago, January 10, 2014. At 12:15am. I got this notebook for the start of school in September. That’s all for now. Mom wants me to go to the store and run errands...here we go. I am free!
Sue’s Story
1/10/30 - Dear Diary, I just got home from school. I have a lot of homework to get to. I wanted to say something in here while I was in one of my classes but I didn’t have my diary in my backpack. I forgot to throw it in before getting on the school bus this morning. Now I forgot what I was going to write. Mom’s calling me downstairs for something.
I’m back. Mom is going to have another baby. That makes six of us in this house as a family. I’m the second born. I already said all this before. Lets see I have one brother older than me, John Jr. (15). One brother younger, James Robert (Jimmy, Jimbo, Jimbob, Jimcabob). He’s about two years old now (Dec. 25, 2018) that was some Christmas present. My younger sister, Sarah is ten. I am eleven (12 on July 4, 2018). I was an Independence Day gift to my parents as they say all the time. Back upstairs to my bedroom. I share with Sarah. I already wrote that before. I got to stop repeating things I already wrote. It takes up space in this little diary (pink covered...there I go again). I guess I could get another diary or write in notebooks. They seem less childish. Or use an online blog. Yeah, I’ll do both. Or transcribe from the diary to my blog (save the writing on a computer and back that up on flashdrives/ thumbdrives/ CDs are becoming obsolete and who knows how long the internet will last...forever I guess unless the world ends). Blah Blah Blah. DO MY HOMEWORK! BYE! LATER:)
Bob’s Story
1/11/30 (12:22pm) I’m in the school cafeteria. Just finished eating lunch. Writing some of my day. Want to be out driving. I have gym next @12:45pm. I heard that we have to square dance today in gym class. I’ll probably pick Ashley Adams. I like her and she is on the girls side. I spot her from time to time. She doesn’t know I exist. I have her pic on my phone. She let me take it. But I think she just likes having her picture (pic, for short) taken. She friended me on facebook etc./ &tc. so I am confused. Does she like me? Does she know I exist or what? Or does she just friend everybody. I think I’ll bring it up in gym. See what’s up. Later.
Sue’s Story
1/11/30 It is 12:22pm in my lunch period. Had gym before lunch. I’d rather have it after. What’re you going to do? Got my period during. How embarrassing! Wearing shorts at the time. White shorts. Called mom and told her. She can’t come. She doesn’t need to. I’m not a baby anymore, hence the period to prove it. Blah! Headache here. Mom’s pregnant and now I am impregnable (spell-check here). Finish eating and then sit in the gym and watch them square dance between classes.
Saw an older boy at 12:40pm. Don’t know his name. Never saw him before. He’d be in the H.S. part of the building. We share the gym & cafeteria with K-12. He’s talking to Ashley Adams. She’s an 11th grader. So maybe he is too. He is cute...handsome. There’s something I like about him already. He’s tall and strong looking. My hormones are working overtime here. Calm down girl-woman. Settle down and breath. Try to get his attention. Put this away and do something. Later...bye.
Bob’s Story
1/11/30 (7:15pm). My homework was easy today and we (me & mom) had pizza & soda delivered. I wanted to go and get it but she didn’t want me to drive in the snow and ice. Whatever. I’ll have my whole life to drive. Who knows how much time I’ll have with her. She is like 50 years old (9/11/80) correction she is 49 until September 11th of this year (2030). I wonder what the future holds for me and her (us). She didn’t meet my father until she was 32 and I came along about 2 years later. My father was an old man of 40 (5/21/72) when he met mom. He was killed by a
[to be continued]
...sorry I had to ask mom whether I should write how dad died. He was on a top secret mission for the government. That’s all I am allowed to say.
Sue’s Story
1/11/30 (7:15pm). Today @ school I got the attention of Robert Baker, that’s the name of the guy I like, and everyone else's attention in the vicinity by tripping on my feet just as he was asking Ashley out on a date. He didn’t laugh. He helped me up. I’m in love. Everybody else laughed and he gave them a look that said ‘how dare you laugh at this pretty girl’. He asked if ‘I was alright’ and didn’t let go of my arm until I said that I was and thanks in reply. I’m pretty sure I was blushing. He smelled great and his blue eyes pierced my heart. He will be mine someday. I know it as sure as I am writing this down. I want his babies. NOTE to anyone who reads this, I hope long after I shuffle off this mortal coil. Shakespeare quote, I think. I blame my hormones as they are raging.
Bob’s Story
1/12/30 (5pm). Today @ school I asked Ashley out on a date in the gym. but this girl fell and I didn’t get my answer until later. Before school let out. She has a BF. I guess that I'll have to wait for her to come to her senses. Anyway I have a whole lot more to talk about
[to be continued]
but it'll have to wait. There's something going on outside. I hear sirens of all kinds. Sounds like the end of the world
?-?-2030 (?pm) Since last entry the world has changed. I picked a good time to start a journal. Too much happened since last entry here. 1-almost everybody in the world got killed somehow in just a matter of seconds. I still have no clue as to what has happened. I haven't seen hide nor hair of anyone until today. I don't even know what time it is. Or what month and day. I haven't got a watch or anything with a clock or calendar. I think it is spring time. I live in a deserted mall somewhere in New York City. On Manhattan. Time Square is still there. It is dark. Just the population was desimated. Why not me? Did anybody else survive? My mother is one of the lost people. I am not going to call them the 'D' word. Not as long as I live. I consider everybody as lost or taken...someplace somewhere. Will they return as quickly as they left? Wet notebook. How did it get wet? Too dark to see what I'm doing anyway. Save on batteries. Got a whole box of them in the mall here right where I can use them in my new flashlights, lanterns, radios, all kinds of battery powered items here. Taking pics & video taping to document what I do and what and where I go. Here comes Sue. She's carrying her notebook and a lantern. She had to pee. in the mall bathroom alone. I stopped coming with her because she said she's not a baby. Whatever. Now I got to go pee too. I'll be back.
Sue’s Story
Unknown date. Unknown time. Here in this big dark mall with Bob. I am seriously glad I have him with me. I feel very safe with him. I’m growing on him a little more everyday. We are having fun given the circumstances. Have to or I’d be very depressed here. A person could go crazy thinking about lost family and friends. Why are we the only survivors we’ve seen so far. How long has it been since what happened happened? We’ll never know. Have to mark off the days.
Day 10+||||||??? we got here about 2 days ago in Bob’s car. He’s going to find a nice big van or RV to travel in. Search for other survivors. There has to be others. Why wouldn’t there be? It would be crazy if we’re the only 2 alive on earth...Adam & Eve kind of a thing. I want his babies but to be responsible for bringing back humanity from extinction is crazy talk. Here comes Bob with something in his hands. Looks like a gun.
Bob’s Story
Got a rifle. Just in case the fit hits the shan. She didn’t get the joke at first. Had to explain. We had canned breakfast lunch and now supper/dinner. Day 10+|||||? Marking off the days in notebook now. 2 weeks? Or more. Give or take a day or two. I don’t know. Those first few days I slept all day and night it seems like. The day I found Sue I realized I had to get it together for her. She was bad off there for awhile. I remember her face when she saw me. It was heartbreaking to see. She was so lonely and vulnerable and pitiful to look at. She is my reason for not being constantly down and miserable all the time. I try to cheer her up. I think I do. She seems much happier and better adjusted now. I’m going to sleep now. Nice big bed in that bed and furniture store here. Sue crawls in with me after I fall asleep. I have been waking up to her drooling on my chest or arm. She is so cute to watch sleep. Her little noises. I recorded her sleeping and showed it to her. She liked it. Her giggle is infectious. Contagious. Makes me laugh just thinking about it. Nighty night. Sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.
Sue’s Story
Day 15+. It was a rifle. He said just in case something hits a something...shit hitting a fan. Why would shit hit a fan? LOL. He was still asleep this morning when I got up. Spring outside. Snow melting like crazy out there. Empty parking lot is still eery to look at. I went exploring today. Bob did to and we met up in the book store. A lot of free time to read now. Now tv or radio or computers. I remember saying the internet might not last forever. Well it lasted 40 or 50 years. Not a good run. Not for such a cool invention. The greatest invention in the history of history.
Bob’s Story
Day 15+. Got a shit load of books and magazines to read. Last ones to ever be written and published. The last newspapers all there is to read of them in the racks still. Old ones will be in the libraries all over the world. Library books &tc.
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Bob’s Story (cont.)
1/30/30 (12:00pm) I decided to make the official date today to be January 30, 2030. We’re in a fully loaded RV eating lunch parked in another mall shopping center plaza deal close to Hershey, PA. I got the RV, a very nice one. It was brand spanking new off an RV dealership in here in Pennsylvania. We’re going to go explore this whole area together. First we have to find more non perishable food like canned goods and such like that plus soda and bottled water and chips and cookies. Snacks, bitch. I needs me my snacks. Oh, and we have a gas powered electric generator. Now we’re able to use electronic devices for DVDs, Blue-Rays, on the tv and video games. Music on this and that, ipads mostly connected to the speakers of a sick sound system. This is being typed on a laptop computer. Sue has a few of her own working on different projects. We have a lot of pics & video to archive. Documentaries for future generations to watch and we want them to look professional. Almost full on lunch. Sue’s got cold messing on a camera pointed at me while I am writing this. Check it out later...maybe...if we settle someplace nice. I’m done writing for now. Later...
Sue’s Story
1/30/30 (12:30pm). We’re going to go explore a new mall. A big place in PA (not sure how to spell the state so I’m not even going to try...find a paper map in there maybe). We’re in an RV Bob got off this huge selection of campers and RVs and such stuff. This looked like the best model there. Bye. Whoops, got to turn of the cameras (multi-angle deal to edit together later in some cool way) and the computers. He said we’re not going to keep the generator running 24/7. ‘Why not?’ I asked. He said, ‘cause. I said ‘cause why. He said ‘just because that’s why. He reminded me of mom and dad and my sister Sarah and my two brothers Johnny and Jimmy. Poor little Jimmy. He was just a baby. Mom’s unborn baby too. I got to catch up with Bob now. He’s already in the mall. The doors must’ve been unlocked. He got in quickly.
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Bob’s Story
1/30/30 (9PM). Just in RV for the last load of our haul. Going to get a trailer to attach to the back of the RV to haul more stuff. Stock pile for the apocalypse. Next, find a lair. A home to live. A nice big place. Doesn’t need to be a house. A skyscraper would hold all our future crap...maybe. Got my snacks and a cooler of sodas and bottled water near me in my little nook of the RV. Sue’s nook is across the way of the aisle. That way I can see what she’s upto. We can check each other’s projects. She’s typing in her diary blog...clog (computer log) as I am in mine. She & I confer w/ our notebooks and video recordings as to what we did and where and why and when. With no other who’s to write about yet. I got a haul of cool stuff. Stuff I’ve been wanting to get for a long time. You name it. I got it. I’m/we’re becoming regular hoarders (I remember watching that tv show). Opening up packages of this & that. Opening boxes of that & this. All w/a smile on my face. It’s like Christmas everyday in this post apocalyptic world...earth. My headphones on and music playing: old classic playlist from a pre-installed file on a new gadget that has all...ALL of recorded music in history. It has ALL books on file....& more. I’ll still read books, books. And CDs & DVDs. Sue’s going to bed. She was dozing off there for awhile. She almost fell into the aisle. Told her that her project will be there when she wakes up. That’s another thing. We sleep when we want. When we get tired. We both have a bedroom in this RV. I get the master bedroom of course. We’ll have a home too soon. We’ll be able to spread out and have our own floors or wings or skyscrapers across from or next door to each other. Or we could have our own street or streets or cities or continents or countries. Well I guess I’ll go to bed now. Bye for now.
Sue’s Story
1/31/30 (11:27am). Bob’s still asleep in his room. I’m going to read before breakfast/ brunch. Working on the ‘Harry Potter’ books (app on computer). But I’ll read the actual book w/ pages. Paper pages. Real bookmarks. First book in the series. After them. I’ll read J.K. Rowling’s other work.
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(12:34pm) here comes Bob. Straight into the bathroom. Caught on camera. Played video back just now. He looks good when he wakes up. I look like a zombie. Among the walking dead. Too soon? To make light of what happened.
Bob’s Story
1/31/30 (12:00pm). Brunch. Go looking for a place to settle down. I’m thinking a warehouse should do the trick. Mot too big like a skyscraper and not too small like a house. A 4 floor or 6 floors at least or there about.
(5:22pm). Found it. Explored it. At least a little bit of it. Enough to known that this is our new home. Spend I don’t know how long settling in and setting up shop. We’ll each get our own big spacious areas to do in what we want. We’ll never have to see each other again. We could get lost in here.
Sue’s Story
(7:45pm). I dozed off at my desk in front of my computers. I was looking at the video I shot of this place as we were exploring it and I realized something. I had a dream about this place way before the end of the world as I knew it. And something els also. I dreamt of and about Bob even before I met him...a deja vue kind of a feeling. A psychic experience I think. Am I psychic? I don’t remember any other experiences like that. I wouldn’t have remembered the one I had if I didn’t watch the video playback. Weird feeling. Anyway, I am going to keep an open mind about it and wait and see if I experience another one.
Back to my project. Editing a pretty cool movie here. As good as those ones they use to make in Hollywood. No special effects and explosions however.
(10:15pm). Going to bed. Sleep like there’s no tomorrow. Becaus you just never know. There might not be. Later!
Bob’s Story
(12:15am-2/1/30). I’m on the roof of the ware house as Sue sleeps peacefully in her big cozy new bed for the first time. We got a bunch of furniture that was already in here. Along with a lot of stuff. You name it. From A to Z. Stock piles of stuff. Boxes filled to the top on endless rows of shelfs in room after room and floor after floor. Just in this warehouse alone. There are others in the neighborhood. Right on the same street as this one.
I think I’m going to watch a scary movie before bed. It’ll be extra scary in this big dark building alone at night. Power down the generator after I watch the movie.
(2:00am-2/1/30). Time for bed. I am dead tired. Try out my new bed. Take a bottle of water with me. It’ll be dry in here for sleeping. Later.
Sue’s Story
2/1/30 (10am). I slept good. Ate a pretty filling breakfast. Took my very first shower since the RV in this place for the first time. A big open public shower in a gym here on the first floor. My pick of shower heads and lockers and this is just the woman’s gym. Female names and abandoned clothes in the 100s of lockers. Rows and rows of lockers. Lined w/ long wooden benches. Man this is a cool place. I can get use to this.
(12pm). I haven’t seen Bob yet today. I wonder what he’s upto. I’m in the huge kitchen opening a can of tomato soup. Add water to it as the milk expired and spoiled when the power went out when nobody was around to man the power stations all over the world. We’ll have to get a cow and chickens and pigs. And what else? I guess whatever we wan in the way of dairy and poultry. How do you churn butter and make cheese. Go to a library and find books on those and more subject as we or I want to learn something. No more internet to google things you want to know more about.
(12:25pm). Had crackers w/my tomato soup. Mmm good! Watch a movie next. I’ll watch the “Harry Potter” movies as I get through the books. ‘The Sorcerer's Stone’ is done. Reading the second. Started before bed right after (back to back) the first book. They are good. I like the way the plot and story moves smoothly from here to there.
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Bob’s Story
2/2/30 (10am). I was up @ 8am. Had breakfast (peanut butter & jelly on toasted bread - homemade from kitchen ingredients & cookbooks). Had filled generator w/gas. Then I took a motorcycle out for a ride to get fresh air and explore this city, Manhattan, New York City. Saw a lot and did a lot while away. Where to begin? Well, [a],[b] I video recorded every moment as it happened. Cameras attached to the bike and to me. One on the top of the headlight. One on the front of my helmet and one on the back of my helmet. And one on each side of said helmet. Small cameras called GoCams. I had heard about them years ago and always wanted to take a good long trip w/ a bunch of them capturing all 4 directions as I went. Creating a 360º panoramic of my journey (a vlog...video Journal so to speak). Now I can do just that. Stopped recording this just after sitting down at my computer to watch what I captured. I had to fast forward through most all of it or else I’d waste my life watching what I did instead of recording more or living my life and -[making]- experiencing reality.
Now I’m going to play a video game and get Sue to join me. I need someone to beat.
Played from about 11am to 2pm on Feb. 2, 2030. What if life were/was a video game and we are just avatars. The other’s avatars are off-line for some reason. [c]
Sue’s Story
12pm, 2/2/30. He won...again. He’s played that video game before. I haven’t. We have to play sticks & stones. Then maybe I can beat him. Lunch time. Lets eat. I’m hungry. That game really works your body as well as your mind. WHEW!
Bob’s Story
12 o’clock and all’s well that ends well. 2/2/30 is the “date” and I is hungry as all get out. FOOD...I need sustenance. My stomach is talking loudly to me and I am going to answer w/ food...FOOD!
(1pm). Belly full of starchy PB&J sandwiches w/o milk...HMMmmmphf! What, huh? Could you repeat that? Peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth and when you talk it makes it hard to speak clearly...Dah! But, I didn’t want to be rude. After all how would that look? She’d think I was choking or having a seizure bobbing my head trying to unstick my tongue w/o milk.
(2pm) me & Sue swam in the roof top pool. It is enclosed in glass all around. Has an incredible skyline view. Has to be seen to be believed. I did some reading while the cameras rolled. Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series on my reading list and so is Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson series; Susan Collins’ The Hunger Games Trilogy. Also Stephanie Meyers’ Twilight books and her ‘Host’ book and movie with the same name. All the accociated movies.
Sue’s Story
2/3/30 (5pm). We’re watching “Braking Dawn” on DVD collection. We’re getting movie making pointers from the commentaries on the discs.
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Bob’s Story
1/10/34 (12:15am). Well, I just turned 20 years old. Sue’s sleeping over on the couch as I am here at the computer writing this entry. Now what?
Outside it is very bad in the weather situation. A raging blizzard. Snow up to the top of the door. Good thing doors open in. A lot of good that does when you are trapped by several feet of pact snow. We’ll just have to wait it out. We didn’t have nowhere we needed to go anyway. We have everything we need right here. We have several tanks and barrels and cans and jugs and jars and bottles and cups of gas for the generator. Keeping it stored in a safe place near the generator but not too close. A well ventilated area. Plenty of food stock piled here and there. We haven’t been able to go out in this weather to hunt for meat to eat. We’ll just have to go w/o meat until the storm passes. The freezer box is getting low. It is totally covered by a snow drift up passed the second floor window out on the fire escape. I still say that was a brilliant idea of mine, if I do say so myself. Doesn’t do any good in the summer where we have to keep the generator going 24/7. From about November to March give or take a month here and/or there. On the front end and or the back end of one season or the other.
Sue’s Story
1/10/34 (1:11am). Bob’s 20th birthday today and I dozed off. I might’ve got to kiss him...finally. He carried me to bed and tucked me in like a kid sister. He still thinks of me as a kid. I catch him staring at me sometimes. Especially when I wear sexy things. Today I’m going to wear a freaking parka up in here. It is damn cold. There’s a blizzard outside. Back to sleep.
[d]
(9:45am-1/10/34). Breakfast and writing this while Bob is off doing who knows what. He leaves me here all alone a lot. He’s got several projects all over this big cold dark place. Seems like we’ve lived here forever. But its only been 4 long years.
12pm. Lunch. Eating, reading and writing in my bedroom on my desk. [e] I am thinking. I make a decision to get up off my ass and do something drastic involving Bob. I am going to have sex with him today. Right now as a matter of fact. We need to have babies. That’s it end of story. And I want his kids very badly. Here goes nothing. I’ll walk right in his room naked and jump his bones as they use to say in the olden days.
(12:15pm). I chickened out. I’m going to wait for him. But not forever. I’ll read a romance novel.
Bob’s Story
2/22/34 (2:22pm). In my office farting around when I get a knock at my door and Sue comes in totally naked. My eyes and penis get big. She runs into my arms and I lift her and carried her to my bed and we had sex. Made love. I love her. I think I have for a long time I don’t think I ever not loved her in some capacity. As I write this she’s asleep in my bed snuggled in my blankets to keep warm until I come back to bed and keep her warm with my body heat. She is sexy. Her long blonde hair spills out everywhere. Maybe I should cut it for her. I’ll bring it up later. For 16 years old she is built. Meaning she is proportioned very well. I’ve noticed her filling out her clothes for a few years now. I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m glad she made the first move. I wouldn’t have. Maybe not until she turned eighteen. I.m getting back in bed with her now. Maybe we’ll have another few goes at it. Practice makes perfect.
Sue’s Story
3/15/34. I’m pregnant. Told Bob and we are beyond happy.
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Jan. 5, 2014 @6:47am,
I’m not exactly 100% where I’m going with this story. Their son that they just conceived will invent time travel.
Or their son will grow up and tell his story along with theirs and then later he’ll meet a woman (older/ younger?) Much later. He’ll be in his 30s, 40s,...50s? Haven’t got to it yet. Somebody is going to invent time travel and fix the world, there by undoing the whole story and creating a different time line.
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Bob’s Story
1/10/30 (5:15pm) It’s 5:15pm. My name is Robert Baker and I am starting my journal right now. Why? Because I want to keep a record of my life and adventures. I hope I have lots of adventures in my life. Today I am sixteen and I just got my driver’s licence. I was born sixteen years ago, January 10, 2014. At 12:15am. I got this notebook for the start of school in September. That’s all for now. Mom wants me to go to the store and run errands...here we go. I am free!
Sue’s Story
1/10/30 - Dear Diary, I just got home from school. I have a lot of homework to get to. I wanted to say something in here while I was in one of my classes but I didn’t have my diary in my backpack. I forgot to throw it in before getting on the school bus this morning. Now I forgot what I was going to write. Mom’s calling me downstairs for something.
I’m back. Mom is going to have another baby. That makes six of us in this house as a family. I’m the second born. I already said all this before. Lets see I have one brother older than me, John Jr. (15). One brother younger, James Robert (Jimmy, Jimbo, Jimbob, Jimcabob). He’s about two years old now (Dec. 25, 2018) that was some Christmas present. My younger sister, Sarah is ten. I am eleven (12 on July 4, 2018). I was an Independence Day gift to my parents as they say all the time. Back upstairs to my bedroom. I share with Sarah. I already wrote that before. I got to stop repeating things I already wrote. It takes up space in this little diary (pink covered...there I go again). I guess I could get another diary or write in notebooks. They seem less childish. Or use an online blog. Yeah, I’ll do both. Or transcribe from the diary to my blog (save the writing on a computer and back that up on flashdrives/ thumbdrives/ CDs are becoming obsolete and who knows how long the internet will last...forever I guess unless the world ends). Blah Blah Blah. DO MY HOMEWORK! BYE! LATER:)
Bob’s Story
1/11/30 (12:22pm) I’m in the school cafeteria. Just finished eating lunch. Writing some of my day. Want to be out driving. I have gym next @12:45pm. I heard that we have to square dance today in gym class. I’ll probably pick Ashley Adams. I like her and she is on the girls side. I spot her from time to time. She doesn’t know I exist. I have her pic on my phone. She let me take it. But I think she just likes having her picture (pic, for short) taken. She friended me on facebook etc./ &tc. so I am confused. Does she like me? Does she know I exist or what? Or does she just friend everybody. I think I’ll bring it up in gym. See what’s up. Later.
Sue’s Story
1/11/30 It is 12:22pm in my lunch period. Had gym before lunch. I’d rather have it after. What’re you going to do? Got my period during. How embarrassing! Wearing shorts at the time. White shorts. Called mom and told her. She can’t come. She doesn’t need to. I’m not a baby anymore, hence the period to prove it. Blah! Headache here. Mom’s pregnant and now I am impregnable (spell-check here). Finish eating and then sit in the gym and watch them square dance between classes.
Saw an older boy at 12:40pm. Don’t know his name. Never saw him before. He’d be in the H.S. part of the building. We share the gym & cafeteria with K-12. He’s talking to Ashley Adams. She’s an 11th grader. So maybe he is too. He is cute...handsome. There’s something I like about him already. He’s tall and strong looking. My hormones are working overtime here. Calm down girl-woman. Settle down and breath. Try to get his attention. Put this away and do something. Later...bye.
Bob’s Story
1/11/30 (7:15pm). My homework was easy today and we (me & mom) had pizza & soda delivered. I wanted to go and get it but she didn’t want me to drive in the snow and ice. Whatever. I’ll have my whole life to drive. Who knows how much time I’ll have with her. She is like 50 years old (9/11/80) correction she is 49 until September 11th of this year (2030). I wonder what the future holds for me and her (us). She didn’t meet my father until she was 32 and I came along about 2 years later. My father was an old man of 40 (5/21/72) when he met mom. He was killed by a
[to be continued]
...sorry I had to ask mom whether I should write how dad died. He was on a top secret mission for the government. That’s all I am allowed to say.
Sue’s Story
1/11/30 (7:15pm). Today @ school I got the attention of Robert Baker, that’s the name of the guy I like, and everyone else's attention in the vicinity by tripping on my feet just as he was asking Ashley out on a date. He didn’t laugh. He helped me up. I’m in love. Everybody else laughed and he gave them a look that said ‘how dare you laugh at this pretty girl’. He asked if ‘I was alright’ and didn’t let go of my arm until I said that I was and thanks in reply. I’m pretty sure I was blushing. He smelled great and his blue eyes pierced my heart. He will be mine someday. I know it as sure as I am writing this down. I want his babies. NOTE to anyone who reads this, I hope long after I shuffle off this mortal coil. Shakespeare quote, I think. I blame my hormones as they are raging.
Bob’s Story
1/12/30 (5pm). Today @ school I asked Ashley out on a date in the gym. but this girl fell and I didn’t get my answer until later. Before school let out. She has a BF. I guess that I'll have to wait for her to come to her senses. Anyway I have a whole lot more to talk about
[to be continued]
but it'll have to wait. There's something going on outside. I hear sirens of all kinds. Sounds like the end of the world
?-?-2030 (?pm) Since last entry the world has changed. I picked a good time to start a journal. Too much happened since last entry here. 1-almost everybody in the world got killed somehow in just a matter of seconds. I still have no clue as to what has happened. I haven't seen hide nor hair of anyone until today. I don't even know what time it is. Or what month and day. I haven't got a watch or anything with a clock or calendar. I think it is spring time. I live in a deserted mall somewhere in New York City. On Manhattan. Time Square is still there. It is dark. Just the population was desimated. Why not me? Did anybody else survive? My mother is one of the lost people. I am not going to call them the 'D' word. Not as long as I live. I consider everybody as lost or taken...someplace somewhere. Will they return as quickly as they left? Wet notebook. How did it get wet? Too dark to see what I'm doing anyway. Save on batteries. Got a whole box of them in the mall here right where I can use them in my new flashlights, lanterns, radios, all kinds of battery powered items here. Taking pics & video taping to document what I do and what and where I go. Here comes Sue. She's carrying her notebook and a lantern. She had to pee. in the mall bathroom alone. I stopped coming with her because she said she's not a baby. Whatever. Now I got to go pee too. I'll be back.
Sue’s Story
Unknown date. Unknown time. Here in this big dark mall with Bob. I am seriously glad I have him with me. I feel very safe with him. I’m growing on him a little more everyday. We are having fun given the circumstances. Have to or I’d be very depressed here. A person could go crazy thinking about lost family and friends. Why are we the only survivors we’ve seen so far. How long has it been since what happened happened? We’ll never know. Have to mark off the days.
Day 10+||||||??? we got here about 2 days ago in Bob’s car. He’s going to find a nice big van or RV to travel in. Search for other survivors. There has to be others. Why wouldn’t there be? It would be crazy if we’re the only 2 alive on earth...Adam & Eve kind of a thing. I want his babies but to be responsible for bringing back humanity from extinction is crazy talk. Here comes Bob with something in his hands. Looks like a gun.
Bob’s Story
Got a rifle. Just in case the fit hits the shan. She didn’t get the joke at first. Had to explain. We had canned breakfast lunch and now supper/dinner. Day 10+|||||? Marking off the days in notebook now. 2 weeks? Or more. Give or take a day or two. I don’t know. Those first few days I slept all day and night it seems like. The day I found Sue I realized I had to get it together for her. She was bad off there for awhile. I remember her face when she saw me. It was heartbreaking to see. She was so lonely and vulnerable and pitiful to look at. She is my reason for not being constantly down and miserable all the time. I try to cheer her up. I think I do. She seems much happier and better adjusted now. I’m going to sleep now. Nice big bed in that bed and furniture store here. Sue crawls in with me after I fall asleep. I have been waking up to her drooling on my chest or arm. She is so cute to watch sleep. Her little noises. I recorded her sleeping and showed it to her. She liked it. Her giggle is infectious. Contagious. Makes me laugh just thinking about it. Nighty night. Sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.
Sue’s Story
Day 15+. It was a rifle. He said just in case something hits a something...shit hitting a fan. Why would shit hit a fan? LOL. He was still asleep this morning when I got up. Spring outside. Snow melting like crazy out there. Empty parking lot is still eery to look at. I went exploring today. Bob did to and we met up in the book store. A lot of free time to read now. Now tv or radio or computers. I remember saying the internet might not last forever. Well it lasted 40 or 50 years. Not a good run. Not for such a cool invention. The greatest invention in the history of history.
Bob’s Story
Day 15+. Got a shit load of books and magazines to read. Last ones to ever be written and published. The last newspapers all there is to read of them in the racks still. Old ones will be in the libraries all over the world. Library books &tc.
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Bob’s Story (cont.)
1/30/30 (12:00pm) I decided to make the official date today to be January 30, 2030. We’re in a fully loaded RV eating lunch parked in another mall shopping center plaza deal close to Hershey, PA. I got the RV, a very nice one. It was brand spanking new off an RV dealership in here in Pennsylvania. We’re going to go explore this whole area together. First we have to find more non perishable food like canned goods and such like that plus soda and bottled water and chips and cookies. Snacks, bitch. I needs me my snacks. Oh, and we have a gas powered electric generator. Now we’re able to use electronic devices for DVDs, Blue-Rays, on the tv and video games. Music on this and that, ipads mostly connected to the speakers of a sick sound system. This is being typed on a laptop computer. Sue has a few of her own working on different projects. We have a lot of pics & video to archive. Documentaries for future generations to watch and we want them to look professional. Almost full on lunch. Sue’s got cold messing on a camera pointed at me while I am writing this. Check it out later...maybe...if we settle someplace nice. I’m done writing for now. Later...
Sue’s Story
1/30/30 (12:30pm). We’re going to go explore a new mall. A big place in PA (not sure how to spell the state so I’m not even going to try...find a paper map in there maybe). We’re in an RV Bob got off this huge selection of campers and RVs and such stuff. This looked like the best model there. Bye. Whoops, got to turn of the cameras (multi-angle deal to edit together later in some cool way) and the computers. He said we’re not going to keep the generator running 24/7. ‘Why not?’ I asked. He said, ‘cause. I said ‘cause why. He said ‘just because that’s why. He reminded me of mom and dad and my sister Sarah and my two brothers Johnny and Jimmy. Poor little Jimmy. He was just a baby. Mom’s unborn baby too. I got to catch up with Bob now. He’s already in the mall. The doors must’ve been unlocked. He got in quickly.
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Bob’s Story
1/30/30 (9PM). Just in RV for the last load of our haul. Going to get a trailer to attach to the back of the RV to haul more stuff. Stock pile for the apocalypse. Next, find a lair. A home to live. A nice big place. Doesn’t need to be a house. A skyscraper would hold all our future crap...maybe. Got my snacks and a cooler of sodas and bottled water near me in my little nook of the RV. Sue’s nook is across the way of the aisle. That way I can see what she’s upto. We can check each other’s projects. She’s typing in her diary blog...clog (computer log) as I am in mine. She & I confer w/ our notebooks and video recordings as to what we did and where and why and when. With no other who’s to write about yet. I got a haul of cool stuff. Stuff I’ve been wanting to get for a long time. You name it. I got it. I’m/we’re becoming regular hoarders (I remember watching that tv show). Opening up packages of this & that. Opening boxes of that & this. All w/a smile on my face. It’s like Christmas everyday in this post apocalyptic world...earth. My headphones on and music playing: old classic playlist from a pre-installed file on a new gadget that has all...ALL of recorded music in history. It has ALL books on file....& more. I’ll still read books, books. And CDs & DVDs. Sue’s going to bed. She was dozing off there for awhile. She almost fell into the aisle. Told her that her project will be there when she wakes up. That’s another thing. We sleep when we want. When we get tired. We both have a bedroom in this RV. I get the master bedroom of course. We’ll have a home too soon. We’ll be able to spread out and have our own floors or wings or skyscrapers across from or next door to each other. Or we could have our own street or streets or cities or continents or countries. Well I guess I’ll go to bed now. Bye for now.
Sue’s Story
1/31/30 (11:27am). Bob’s still asleep in his room. I’m going to read before breakfast/ brunch. Working on the ‘Harry Potter’ books (app on computer). But I’ll read the actual book w/ pages. Paper pages. Real bookmarks. First book in the series. After them. I’ll read J.K. Rowling’s other work.
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(12:34pm) here comes Bob. Straight into the bathroom. Caught on camera. Played video back just now. He looks good when he wakes up. I look like a zombie. Among the walking dead. Too soon? To make light of what happened.
Bob’s Story
1/31/30 (12:00pm). Brunch. Go looking for a place to settle down. I’m thinking a warehouse should do the trick. Mot too big like a skyscraper and not too small like a house. A 4 floor or 6 floors at least or there about.
(5:22pm). Found it. Explored it. At least a little bit of it. Enough to known that this is our new home. Spend I don’t know how long settling in and setting up shop. We’ll each get our own big spacious areas to do in what we want. We’ll never have to see each other again. We could get lost in here.
Sue’s Story
(7:45pm). I dozed off at my desk in front of my computers. I was looking at the video I shot of this place as we were exploring it and I realized something. I had a dream about this place way before the end of the world as I knew it. And something els also. I dreamt of and about Bob even before I met him...a deja vue kind of a feeling. A psychic experience I think. Am I psychic? I don’t remember any other experiences like that. I wouldn’t have remembered the one I had if I didn’t watch the video playback. Weird feeling. Anyway, I am going to keep an open mind about it and wait and see if I experience another one.
Back to my project. Editing a pretty cool movie here. As good as those ones they use to make in Hollywood. No special effects and explosions however.
(10:15pm). Going to bed. Sleep like there’s no tomorrow. Becaus you just never know. There might not be. Later!
Bob’s Story
(12:15am-2/1/30). I’m on the roof of the ware house as Sue sleeps peacefully in her big cozy new bed for the first time. We got a bunch of furniture that was already in here. Along with a lot of stuff. You name it. From A to Z. Stock piles of stuff. Boxes filled to the top on endless rows of shelfs in room after room and floor after floor. Just in this warehouse alone. There are others in the neighborhood. Right on the same street as this one.
I think I’m going to watch a scary movie before bed. It’ll be extra scary in this big dark building alone at night. Power down the generator after I watch the movie.
(2:00am-2/1/30). Time for bed. I am dead tired. Try out my new bed. Take a bottle of water with me. It’ll be dry in here for sleeping. Later.
Sue’s Story
2/1/30 (10am). I slept good. Ate a pretty filling breakfast. Took my very first shower since the RV in this place for the first time. A big open public shower in a gym here on the first floor. My pick of shower heads and lockers and this is just the woman’s gym. Female names and abandoned clothes in the 100s of lockers. Rows and rows of lockers. Lined w/ long wooden benches. Man this is a cool place. I can get use to this.
(12pm). I haven’t seen Bob yet today. I wonder what he’s upto. I’m in the huge kitchen opening a can of tomato soup. Add water to it as the milk expired and spoiled when the power went out when nobody was around to man the power stations all over the world. We’ll have to get a cow and chickens and pigs. And what else? I guess whatever we wan in the way of dairy and poultry. How do you churn butter and make cheese. Go to a library and find books on those and more subject as we or I want to learn something. No more internet to google things you want to know more about.
(12:25pm). Had crackers w/my tomato soup. Mmm good! Watch a movie next. I’ll watch the “Harry Potter” movies as I get through the books. ‘The Sorcerer's Stone’ is done. Reading the second. Started before bed right after (back to back) the first book. They are good. I like the way the plot and story moves smoothly from here to there.
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Bob’s Story
2/2/30 (10am). I was up @ 8am. Had breakfast (peanut butter & jelly on toasted bread - homemade from kitchen ingredients & cookbooks). Had filled generator w/gas. Then I took a motorcycle out for a ride to get fresh air and explore this city, Manhattan, New York City. Saw a lot and did a lot while away. Where to begin? Well, [a],[b] I video recorded every moment as it happened. Cameras attached to the bike and to me. One on the top of the headlight. One on the front of my helmet and one on the back of my helmet. And one on each side of said helmet. Small cameras called GoCams. I had heard about them years ago and always wanted to take a good long trip w/ a bunch of them capturing all 4 directions as I went. Creating a 360º panoramic of my journey (a vlog...video Journal so to speak). Now I can do just that. Stopped recording this just after sitting down at my computer to watch what I captured. I had to fast forward through most all of it or else I’d waste my life watching what I did instead of recording more or living my life and -[making]- experiencing reality.
Now I’m going to play a video game and get Sue to join me. I need someone to beat.
Played from about 11am to 2pm on Feb. 2, 2030. What if life were/was a video game and we are just avatars. The other’s avatars are off-line for some reason. [c]
Sue’s Story
12pm, 2/2/30. He won...again. He’s played that video game before. I haven’t. We have to play sticks & stones. Then maybe I can beat him. Lunch time. Lets eat. I’m hungry. That game really works your body as well as your mind. WHEW!
Bob’s Story
12 o’clock and all’s well that ends well. 2/2/30 is the “date” and I is hungry as all get out. FOOD...I need sustenance. My stomach is talking loudly to me and I am going to answer w/ food...FOOD!
(1pm). Belly full of starchy PB&J sandwiches w/o milk...HMMmmmphf! What, huh? Could you repeat that? Peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth and when you talk it makes it hard to speak clearly...Dah! But, I didn’t want to be rude. After all how would that look? She’d think I was choking or having a seizure bobbing my head trying to unstick my tongue w/o milk.
(2pm) me & Sue swam in the roof top pool. It is enclosed in glass all around. Has an incredible skyline view. Has to be seen to be believed. I did some reading while the cameras rolled. Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series on my reading list and so is Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson series; Susan Collins’ The Hunger Games Trilogy. Also Stephanie Meyers’ Twilight books and her ‘Host’ book and movie with the same name. All the accociated movies.
Sue’s Story
2/3/30 (5pm). We’re watching “Braking Dawn” on DVD collection. We’re getting movie making pointers from the commentaries on the discs.
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Bob’s Story
1/10/34 (12:15am). Well, I just turned 20 years old. Sue’s sleeping over on the couch as I am here at the computer writing this entry. Now what?
Outside it is very bad in the weather situation. A raging blizzard. Snow up to the top of the door. Good thing doors open in. A lot of good that does when you are trapped by several feet of pact snow. We’ll just have to wait it out. We didn’t have nowhere we needed to go anyway. We have everything we need right here. We have several tanks and barrels and cans and jugs and jars and bottles and cups of gas for the generator. Keeping it stored in a safe place near the generator but not too close. A well ventilated area. Plenty of food stock piled here and there. We haven’t been able to go out in this weather to hunt for meat to eat. We’ll just have to go w/o meat until the storm passes. The freezer box is getting low. It is totally covered by a snow drift up passed the second floor window out on the fire escape. I still say that was a brilliant idea of mine, if I do say so myself. Doesn’t do any good in the summer where we have to keep the generator going 24/7. From about November to March give or take a month here and/or there. On the front end and or the back end of one season or the other.
Sue’s Story
1/10/34 (1:11am). Bob’s 20th birthday today and I dozed off. I might’ve got to kiss him...finally. He carried me to bed and tucked me in like a kid sister. He still thinks of me as a kid. I catch him staring at me sometimes. Especially when I wear sexy things. Today I’m going to wear a freaking parka up in here. It is damn cold. There’s a blizzard outside. Back to sleep.
[d]
(9:45am-1/10/34). Breakfast and writing this while Bob is off doing who knows what. He leaves me here all alone a lot. He’s got several projects all over this big cold dark place. Seems like we’ve lived here forever. But its only been 4 long years.
12pm. Lunch. Eating, reading and writing in my bedroom on my desk. [e] I am thinking. I make a decision to get up off my ass and do something drastic involving Bob. I am going to have sex with him today. Right now as a matter of fact. We need to have babies. That’s it end of story. And I want his kids very badly. Here goes nothing. I’ll walk right in his room naked and jump his bones as they use to say in the olden days.
(12:15pm). I chickened out. I’m going to wait for him. But not forever. I’ll read a romance novel.
Bob’s Story
2/22/34 (2:22pm). In my office farting around when I get a knock at my door and Sue comes in totally naked. My eyes and penis get big. She runs into my arms and I lift her and carried her to my bed and we had sex. Made love. I love her. I think I have for a long time I don’t think I ever not loved her in some capacity. As I write this she’s asleep in my bed snuggled in my blankets to keep warm until I come back to bed and keep her warm with my body heat. She is sexy. Her long blonde hair spills out everywhere. Maybe I should cut it for her. I’ll bring it up later. For 16 years old she is built. Meaning she is proportioned very well. I’ve noticed her filling out her clothes for a few years now. I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m glad she made the first move. I wouldn’t have. Maybe not until she turned eighteen. I.m getting back in bed with her now. Maybe we’ll have another few goes at it. Practice makes perfect.
Sue’s Story
3/15/34. I’m pregnant. Told Bob and we are beyond happy.
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Bob’s Story
1/10/34 (12:15am). Well, I just turned 20 years old. Sue’s sleeping over on the couch as I am here at the computer writing this entry. Now what?
Outside it is very bad in the weather situation. A raging blizzard. Snow up to the top of the door. Good thing doors open in. A lot of good that does when you are trapped by several feet of pact snow. We’ll just have to wait it out. We didn’t have nowhere we needed to go anyway. We have everything we need right here. We have several tanks and barrels and cans and jugs and jars and bottles and cups of gas for the generator. Keeping it stored in a safe place near the generator but not too close. A well ventilated area. Plenty of food stock piled here and there. We haven’t been able to go out in this weather to hunt for meat to eat. We’ll just have to go w/o meat until the storm passes. The freezer box is getting low. It is totally covered by a snow drift up passed the second floor window out on the fire escape. I still say that was a brilliant idea of mine, if I do say so myself. Doesn’t do any good in the summer where we have to keep the generator going 24/7. From about November to March give or take a month here and/or there. On the front end and or the back end of one season or the other.
Sue’s Story
1/10/34 (1:11am). Bob’s 20th birthday today and I dozed off. I might’ve got to kiss him...finally. He carried me to bed and tucked me in like a kid sister. He still thinks of me as a kid. I catch him staring at me sometimes. Especially when I wear sexy things. Today I’m going to wear a freaking parka up in here. It is damn cold. There’s a blizzard outside. Back to sleep.
[d]
(9:45am-1/10/34). Breakfast and writing this while Bob is off doing who knows what. He leaves me here all alone a lot. He’s got several projects all over this big cold dark place. Seems like we’ve lived here forever. But its only been 4 long years.
12pm. Lunch. Eating, reading and writing in my bedroom on my desk. [e] I am thinking. I make a decision to get up off my ass and do something drastic involving Bob. I am going to have sex with him today. Right now as a matter of fact. We need to have babies. That’s it end of story. And I want his kids very badly. Here goes nothing. I’ll walk right in his room naked and jump his bones as they use to say in the olden days.
(12:15pm). I chickened out. I’m going to wait for him. But not forever. I’ll read a romance novel.
Bob’s Story
2/22/34 (2:22pm). In my office farting around when I get a knock at my door and Sue comes in totally naked. My eyes and penis get big. She runs into my arms and I lift her and carried her to my bed and we had sex. Made love. I love her. I think I have for a long time I don’t think I ever not loved her in some capacity. As I write this she’s asleep in my bed snuggled in my blankets to keep warm until I come back to bed and keep her warm with my body heat. She is sexy. Her long blonde hair spills out everywhere. Maybe I should cut it for her. I’ll bring it up later. For 16 years old she is built. Meaning she is proportioned very well. I’ve noticed her filling out her clothes for a few years now. I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m glad she made the first move. I wouldn’t have. Maybe not until she turned eighteen. I.m getting back in bed with her now. Maybe we’ll have another few goes at it. Practice makes perfect.
Sue’s Story
3/15/34. I’m pregnant. Told Bob and we are beyond happy.
Bob’s Story
1/10/34 (12:15am). Well, I just turned 20 years old. Sue’s sleeping over on the couch as I am here at the computer writing this entry. Now what?
Outside it is very bad in the weather situation. A raging blizzard. Snow up to the top of the door. Good thing doors open in. A lot of good that does when you are trapped by several feet of pact snow. We’ll just have to wait it out. We didn’t have nowhere we needed to go anyway. We have everything we need right here. We have several tanks and barrels and cans and jugs and jars and bottles and cups of gas for the generator. Keeping it stored in a safe place near the generator but not too close. A well ventilated area. Plenty of food stock piled here and there. We haven’t been able to go out in this weather to hunt for meat to eat. We’ll just have to go w/o meat until the storm passes. The freezer box is getting low. It is totally covered by a snow drift up passed the second floor window out on the fire escape. I still say that was a brilliant idea of mine, if I do say so myself. Doesn’t do any good in the summer where we have to keep the generator going 24/7. From about November to March give or take a month here and/or there. On the front end and or the back end of one season or the other.
Sue’s Story
1/10/34 (1:11am). Bob’s 20th birthday today and I dozed off. I might’ve got to kiss him...finally. He carried me to bed and tucked me in like a kid sister. He still thinks of me as a kid. I catch him staring at me sometimes. Especially when I wear sexy things. Today I’m going to wear a freaking parka up in here. It is damn cold. There’s a blizzard outside. Back to sleep.
[d]
(9:45am-1/10/34). Breakfast and writing this while Bob is off doing who knows what. He leaves me here all alone a lot. He’s got several projects all over this big cold dark place. Seems like we’ve lived here forever. But its only been 4 long years.
12pm. Lunch. Eating, reading and writing in my bedroom on my desk. [e] I am thinking. I make a decision to get up off my ass and do something drastic involving Bob. I am going to have sex with him today. Right now as a matter of fact. We need to have babies. That’s it end of story. And I want his kids very badly. Here goes nothing. I’ll walk right in his room naked and jump his bones as they use to say in the olden days.
(12:15pm). I chickened out. I’m going to wait for him. But not forever. I’ll read a romance novel.
Bob’s Story
2/22/34 (2:22pm). In my office farting around when I get a knock at my door and Sue comes in totally naked. My eyes and penis get big. She runs into my arms and I lift her and carried her to my bed and we had sex. Made love. I love her. I think I have for a long time I don’t think I ever not loved her in some capacity. As I write this she’s asleep in my bed snuggled in my blankets to keep warm until I come back to bed and keep her warm with my body heat. She is sexy. Her long blonde hair spills out everywhere. Maybe I should cut it for her. I’ll bring it up later. For 16 years old she is built. Meaning she is proportioned very well. I’ve noticed her filling out her clothes for a few years now. I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m glad she made the first move. I wouldn’t have. Maybe not until she turned eighteen. I.m getting back in bed with her now. Maybe we’ll have another few goes at it. Practice makes perfect.
Sue’s Story
3/15/34. I’m pregnant. Told Bob and we are beyond happy.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
The Fires of Time: Stranded
Bob’s Story
2/2/30 (10am). I was up @ 8am. Had breakfast (peanut butter & jelly on toasted bread - homemade from kitchen ingredients & cookbooks). Had filled generator w/gas. Then I took a motorcycle out for a ride to get fresh air and explore this city, Manhattan, New York City. Saw a lot and did a lot while away. Where to begin? Well, I video recorded every moment as it happened. Cameras attached to the bike and to me. One on the top of the headlight. One on the front of my helmet and one on the back of my helmet. And one on each side of said helmet. Small cameras called GoCams. I had heard about them years ago and always wanted to take a good long trip w/ a bunch of them capturing all 4 directions as I went. Creating a 360º panoramic of my journey (a vlog...video Journal so to speak). Now I can do just that. Stopped recording this just after sitting down at my computer to watch what I captured. I had to fast forward through most all of it or else I’d waste my life watching what I did instead of recording more or living my life and -[making]- experiencing reality.
Now I’m going to play a video game and get Sue to join me. I need someone to beat.
Played from about 11am to 2pm on Feb. 2, 2030. What if life were/was a video game and we are just avatars. The other’s avatars are off-line for some reason.
Sue’s Story
12pm, 2/2/30. He won...again. He’s played that video game before. I haven’t. We have to play sticks & stones. Then maybe I can beat him. Lunch time. Lets eat. I’m hungry. That game really works your body as well as your mind. WHEW!
Bob’s Story
12 o’clock and all’s well that ends well. 2/2/30 is the “date” and I is hungry as all get out. FOOD...I need sustenance. My stomach is talking loudly to me and I am going to answer w/ food...FOOD!
(1pm). Belly full of starchy PB&J sandwiches w/o milk...HMMmmmphf! What, huh? Could you repeat that? Peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth and when you talk it makes it hard to speak clearly...Dah! But, I didn’t want to be rude. After all how would that look? She’d think I was choking or having a seizure bobbing my head trying to unstick my tongue w/o milk.
(2pm) me & Sue swam in the roof top pool. It is enclosed in glass all around. Has an incredible skyline view. Has to be seen to be believed. I did some reading while the cameras rolled. Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series on my reading list and so is +Rick Riordan Books +Percy Jackson series; +Susan Collins +The Hunger Games Trilogy. Also Stephnie Meyers' Twilight books and her ‘Host’ book and movie with the same name. All the associated movies.
Sue’s Story
2/3/30 (5pm). We’re watching “Braking Dawn” on DVD collection. We’re getting movie making pointers from the commentaries on the discs.
2/2/30 (10am). I was up @ 8am. Had breakfast (peanut butter & jelly on toasted bread - homemade from kitchen ingredients & cookbooks). Had filled generator w/gas. Then I took a motorcycle out for a ride to get fresh air and explore this city, Manhattan, New York City. Saw a lot and did a lot while away. Where to begin? Well, I video recorded every moment as it happened. Cameras attached to the bike and to me. One on the top of the headlight. One on the front of my helmet and one on the back of my helmet. And one on each side of said helmet. Small cameras called GoCams. I had heard about them years ago and always wanted to take a good long trip w/ a bunch of them capturing all 4 directions as I went. Creating a 360º panoramic of my journey (a vlog...video Journal so to speak). Now I can do just that. Stopped recording this just after sitting down at my computer to watch what I captured. I had to fast forward through most all of it or else I’d waste my life watching what I did instead of recording more or living my life and -[making]- experiencing reality.
Now I’m going to play a video game and get Sue to join me. I need someone to beat.
Played from about 11am to 2pm on Feb. 2, 2030. What if life were/was a video game and we are just avatars. The other’s avatars are off-line for some reason.
Sue’s Story
12pm, 2/2/30. He won...again. He’s played that video game before. I haven’t. We have to play sticks & stones. Then maybe I can beat him. Lunch time. Lets eat. I’m hungry. That game really works your body as well as your mind. WHEW!
Bob’s Story
12 o’clock and all’s well that ends well. 2/2/30 is the “date” and I is hungry as all get out. FOOD...I need sustenance. My stomach is talking loudly to me and I am going to answer w/ food...FOOD!
(1pm). Belly full of starchy PB&J sandwiches w/o milk...HMMmmmphf! What, huh? Could you repeat that? Peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth and when you talk it makes it hard to speak clearly...Dah! But, I didn’t want to be rude. After all how would that look? She’d think I was choking or having a seizure bobbing my head trying to unstick my tongue w/o milk.
(2pm) me & Sue swam in the roof top pool. It is enclosed in glass all around. Has an incredible skyline view. Has to be seen to be believed. I did some reading while the cameras rolled. Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series on my reading list and so is +Rick Riordan Books +Percy Jackson series; +Susan Collins +The Hunger Games Trilogy. Also Stephnie Meyers' Twilight books and her ‘Host’ book and movie with the same name. All the associated movies.
Sue’s Story
2/3/30 (5pm). We’re watching “Braking Dawn” on DVD collection. We’re getting movie making pointers from the commentaries on the discs.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
The Fires of Time: Stranded
(12:34pm) here comes Bob. Straight into the bathroom. Caught on camera. Played video back just now. He looks good when he wakes up. I look like a zombie. Among the walking dead. Too soon? To make light of what happened.
Bob’s Story
1/31/30 (12:00pm). Brunch. Go looking for a place to settle down. I’m thinking a warehouse should do the trick. Mot too big like a skyscraper and not too small like a house. A 4 floor or 6 floors at least or there about.
(5:22pm). Found it. Explored it. At least a little bit of it. Enough to known that this is our new home. Spend I don’t know how long settling in and setting up shop. We’ll each get our own big spacious areas to do in what we want. We’ll never have to see each other again. We could get lost in here.
Sue’s Story
(7:45pm). I dozed off at my desk in front of my computers. I was looking at the video I shot of this place as we were exploring it and I realized something. I had a dream about this place way before the end of the world as I knew it. And something els also. I dreamt of and about Bob even before I met him...a deja vue kind of a feeling. A psychic experience I think. Am I psychic? I don’t remember any other experiences like that. I wouldn’t have remembered the one I had if I didn’t watch the video playback. Weird feeling. Anyway, I am going to keep an open mind about it and wait and see if I experience another one.
Back to my project. Editing a pretty cool movie here. As good as those ones they use to make in Hollywood. No special effects and explosions however.
(10:15pm). Going to bed. Sleep like there’s no tomorrow. Becaus you just never know. There might not be. Later!
Bob’s Story
(12:15am-2/1/30). I’m on the roof of the ware house as Sue sleeps peacefully in her big cozy new bed for the first time. We got a bunch of furniture that was already in here. Along with a lot of stuff. You name it. From A to Z. Stock piles of stuff. Boxes filled to the top on endless rows of shelves in room after room and floor after floor. Just in this warehouse alone. There are others in the neighborhood. Right on the same street as this one.
I think I’m going to watch a scary movie before bed. It’ll be extra scary in this big dark building alone at night. Power down the generator after I watch the movie.
(2:00am-2/1/30). Time for bed. I am dead tired. Try out my new bed. Take a bottle of water with me. It’ll be dry in here for sleeping. Later.
Sue’s Story
2/1/30 (10am). I slept good. Ate a pretty filling breakfast. Took my very first shower since the RV in this place for the first time. A big open public shower in a gym here on the first floor. My pick of shower heads and lockers and this is just the woman’s gym. Female names and abandoned clothes in the 100s of lockers. Rows and rows of lockers. Lined w/ long wooden benches. Man this is a cool place. I can get use to this.
(12pm). I haven’t seen Bob yet today. I wonder what he’s up to. I’m in the huge kitchen opening a can of tomato soup. Add water to it as the milk expired and spoiled when the power went out when nobody was around to man the power stations all over the world. We’ll have to get a cow and chickens and pigs. And what else? I guess whatever we wan in the way of dairy and poultry. How do you churn butter and make cheese. Go to a library and find books on those and more subject as we or I want to learn something. No more internet to Google things you want to know more about.
(12:25pm). Had crackers w/my tomato soup. Mmm good! Watch a movie next. I’ll watch the "Harry Potter” movies as I get through the books. ‘The Sorcerer's Stone’ is done. +Harry Potter Lexicon +Harry Potter - Fanclub - We love that wizard!!! +Harry Potter Reading the second. Started before bed right after (back to back) the first book. They are good. I like the way the plot and story moves smoothly from here to there.
Bob’s Story
1/31/30 (12:00pm). Brunch. Go looking for a place to settle down. I’m thinking a warehouse should do the trick. Mot too big like a skyscraper and not too small like a house. A 4 floor or 6 floors at least or there about.
(5:22pm). Found it. Explored it. At least a little bit of it. Enough to known that this is our new home. Spend I don’t know how long settling in and setting up shop. We’ll each get our own big spacious areas to do in what we want. We’ll never have to see each other again. We could get lost in here.
Sue’s Story
(7:45pm). I dozed off at my desk in front of my computers. I was looking at the video I shot of this place as we were exploring it and I realized something. I had a dream about this place way before the end of the world as I knew it. And something els also. I dreamt of and about Bob even before I met him...a deja vue kind of a feeling. A psychic experience I think. Am I psychic? I don’t remember any other experiences like that. I wouldn’t have remembered the one I had if I didn’t watch the video playback. Weird feeling. Anyway, I am going to keep an open mind about it and wait and see if I experience another one.
Back to my project. Editing a pretty cool movie here. As good as those ones they use to make in Hollywood. No special effects and explosions however.
(10:15pm). Going to bed. Sleep like there’s no tomorrow. Becaus you just never know. There might not be. Later!
Bob’s Story
(12:15am-2/1/30). I’m on the roof of the ware house as Sue sleeps peacefully in her big cozy new bed for the first time. We got a bunch of furniture that was already in here. Along with a lot of stuff. You name it. From A to Z. Stock piles of stuff. Boxes filled to the top on endless rows of shelves in room after room and floor after floor. Just in this warehouse alone. There are others in the neighborhood. Right on the same street as this one.
I think I’m going to watch a scary movie before bed. It’ll be extra scary in this big dark building alone at night. Power down the generator after I watch the movie.
(2:00am-2/1/30). Time for bed. I am dead tired. Try out my new bed. Take a bottle of water with me. It’ll be dry in here for sleeping. Later.
Sue’s Story
2/1/30 (10am). I slept good. Ate a pretty filling breakfast. Took my very first shower since the RV in this place for the first time. A big open public shower in a gym here on the first floor. My pick of shower heads and lockers and this is just the woman’s gym. Female names and abandoned clothes in the 100s of lockers. Rows and rows of lockers. Lined w/ long wooden benches. Man this is a cool place. I can get use to this.
(12pm). I haven’t seen Bob yet today. I wonder what he’s up to. I’m in the huge kitchen opening a can of tomato soup. Add water to it as the milk expired and spoiled when the power went out when nobody was around to man the power stations all over the world. We’ll have to get a cow and chickens and pigs. And what else? I guess whatever we wan in the way of dairy and poultry. How do you churn butter and make cheese. Go to a library and find books on those and more subject as we or I want to learn something. No more internet to Google things you want to know more about.
(12:25pm). Had crackers w/my tomato soup. Mmm good! Watch a movie next. I’ll watch the "Harry Potter” movies as I get through the books. ‘The Sorcerer's Stone’ is done. +Harry Potter Lexicon +Harry Potter - Fanclub - We love that wizard!!! +Harry Potter Reading the second. Started before bed right after (back to back) the first book. They are good. I like the way the plot and story moves smoothly from here to there.
WEATHERMAN | DEAD SARA | VIDEO
Awesome...Incredible...must be heard to be believed. Saw them on a late night talk show w/ Jack White on drums...superb!
Next I'll watch Dead Sara's cover of Nirvana's Sliver
LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AOtXES5dmw
Friday, December 27, 2013
Richard Willis Embury (1894 - 1951) - Find A Grave Memorial
Richard Willis Embury (1894 - 1951) - Find A Grave Memorial
Richard Wilson Embury (7/7/1894 - 7/13/1951) married
Laura (Erbelding) Embury (7/10/1907 - 2/16/1995)
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they had/ produced 4 daughters:
1-Eleanor (Embury) Sheffield
married Donald Sheffield (father: Wilbur Sheffield)
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2-Shirly (Embury) Sheffield (deceased)
married Lee Sheffield (father: Wilbur Sheffield)
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3-Annabelle Mary (Embury) Graves (10/31/1938) "my mother"
married Norman Paul Graves, Sr.
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4-Lillian (Embury) Bouchard (3/17/45 - 11/24/2013)
married Ronald Bouchard
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-1-1-David Sheffield
-1-2-Judy Sheffield
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-2-1-Richard Sheffield
-2-2-Steven Sheffield (deceased)
-2-3-Gary Sheffield
-2-4-Sally Sheffield (twin)
-2-5-Sherry Sheffield (twin)
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-3-1-Norman Paul Graves, Jr. (6/21/1959)
-3-2-Laurie Anne (Graves) Orbaker (11/1/1960)
Randy Orbaker
-3-3-Robert Alan Graves (5/21/1962) "this is me"
-3-4-Lisa Marie Graves (5/15/1972)
Ronald Gates (unmarried)
-3-5-Dawn Joy (Graves) Ashbaugh (5/9/1974)
married Troy Ashbaugh
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-4-1-Michelle (Bouchard) ???
married Donald ???
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-3-2-1-Kristy Orbaker (8/20/1978)
married Frank Bianchi, Jr.
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-3-4-1-Matthew Gates
fathered by Ronald Gates
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-3-5-1-Andrew Ashbaugh
-3-5-2-Kayla Ashbaugh
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-3-2-1-1-Brandon Bianchi
-3-2-1-2-Dylan Bianchi
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Can fill in all the rest on request. I'd have to talk to family members. Some of whom I don't have contact info, but other's in family do.
Richard Wilson Embury (7/7/1894 - 7/13/1951) married
Laura (Erbelding) Embury (7/10/1907 - 2/16/1995)
------------------------------------------------------------
they had/ produced 4 daughters:
1-Eleanor (Embury) Sheffield
married Donald Sheffield (father: Wilbur Sheffield)
------------------------------------------------------------
2-Shirly (Embury) Sheffield (deceased)
married Lee Sheffield (father: Wilbur Sheffield)
------------------------------------------------------------
3-Annabelle Mary (Embury) Graves (10/31/1938) "my mother"
married Norman Paul Graves, Sr.
------------------------------------------------------------
4-Lillian (Embury) Bouchard (3/17/45 - 11/24/2013)
married Ronald Bouchard
------------------------------------------------------------
-1-1-David Sheffield
-1-2-Judy Sheffield
------------------------------------------------------------
-2-1-Richard Sheffield
-2-2-Steven Sheffield (deceased)
-2-3-Gary Sheffield
-2-4-Sally Sheffield (twin)
-2-5-Sherry Sheffield (twin)
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-3-1-Norman Paul Graves, Jr. (6/21/1959)
-3-2-Laurie Anne (Graves) Orbaker (11/1/1960)
Randy Orbaker
-3-3-Robert Alan Graves (5/21/1962) "this is me"
-3-4-Lisa Marie Graves (5/15/1972)
Ronald Gates (unmarried)
-3-5-Dawn Joy (Graves) Ashbaugh (5/9/1974)
married Troy Ashbaugh
------------------------------------------------------------
-4-1-Michelle (Bouchard) ???
married Donald ???
------------------------------------------------------------
-3-2-1-Kristy Orbaker (8/20/1978)
married Frank Bianchi, Jr.
------------------------------------------------------------
-3-4-1-Matthew Gates
fathered by Ronald Gates
------------------------------------------------------------
-3-5-1-Andrew Ashbaugh
-3-5-2-Kayla Ashbaugh
------------------------------------------------------------
-3-2-1-1-Brandon Bianchi
-3-2-1-2-Dylan Bianchi
------------------------------------------------------------
Can fill in all the rest on request. I'd have to talk to family members. Some of whom I don't have contact info, but other's in family do.
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