Tree Stand

With a total of thirty one published works on this site what have I learned? Based upon the rankings of my stories a little, at least in terms of reader preferences—but maybe a little more too. As authors, we must rely upon the rank/score to tell us how well our works are received—it's just a fact of life. As the quality of my writing has improved, that is as the number of spelling and grammatical errors have declined, and my sentence structure has improved along with my plots, and characters, I expected a commensurate improvement in my scores relative to the works of other authors. That, by and large, proved to be a false thesis. I've found stories by other authors with far more serious grammatical problems continued to score higher in the same category at the same time as my own—I know, as I read those stories myself. Many of those stories seemingly without a plot—composed of a litany of graphic sex acts strung together. So, what gives? I think it comes down to the fact the

Meet Layla Shabazz, an African American Muslim woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. She's been living in the GTA for over a decade now, having moved there from her hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Six feet tall, curvy and bodacious, with dark brown skin, golden brown eyes and long dark hair stylized into a neat Afro, Layla looks much younger than her forty three years. Layla Shabazz, a Loyola University Faculty of Management alumnus and proud member of the Nation of Islam, has made her mark on the City of Toronto, Ontario. In the Canadian business sector, Layla Shabazz is a force to reckon with. The grand dame of the Black professional leagues of Toronto. When Layla Shabazz moved to the City of Toronto, Ontario, from her hometown of Chicago, Illinois, in 2011, she was blown away by the size, scope and beauty of the GTA. In many ways, the City of Toronto was for Canadians what the City of New York was for Americans. A bustling metropolis that embodied the best hopes and dre

"Dammit Scott you put my life in jeopardy here, we were making love unprotected, you could have given me anything, I trusted you. Even worse is if you gave Paul something they will want to know who he slept with, he's a minor Scott you're looking at jail time." "Yes Tom I did cheat on you while we were apart, and no I did not play safe with any of the guys I had sex with." I grabbed my phone and texted Paul telling him to go get tested as soon as possible, just in case. Darren and Billy did not say a word, Darren got up, walked over to Scott pulled him to his feet by his throat stood there his fist cocked, his other hand firmly around Scott's neck squeezing. "Go ahead Darren hit me please I deserve it, someone should hit me." Darren pushed him back down on the couch, his fist still cocked, the rage in his face and body movements showing how little respect he now had for his friend. "You stupid son of a bitch, I don't get you Scott, I

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It's a sad day for man-kind, isn't it? No, what's actually sad is that we had to put all of you into jail just to get you to act like normal, decent fucking human beings- it's sad that we have to even consider that. Ah... Are you starting to get a feel for what it's like, now, to be dehumanized? Sucks pretty bad, huh? Again, I'm ashamed we had to get to this point. But then again, that's not my problem. Don't worry about anything right now. I have your phone, and your keys, and your wallet. It's all right here with me. Your whole entire little world, it's safe with me. None of that is important right now. It's just you, in your tiny little cage, and me. I have to tell you a few things. I have a little story to tell you. Just a little info about why you're here. Didn't anyone ever tell you that your actions have consequences? That this world we live in is real? No? ... Oh, that's right. You've been gagged. In that case then,

Just a quick one for my friends. It was a beautiful early autumn morning, opening day for hunting deer with bow and arrow. Awake hours before dawn, I hauled my gear to my tree stand, climbed the twenty feet to my perch, and settled in to wait for the sun. I'd had luck in this location before. My stand was well situated. Close to multiple game trails with good line of sight in most directions. Enough branches below me that I was invisible from the ground unless you knew where to look, and painted to match the tree. I had worn my orange vest over my camouflage on the way out to the sight but removed it once I was situated in the stand. With my face darkened with paint, I was virtually invisible. I tucked some homemade jerky in my cheek to soften and enjoyed the morning. Even on the rare occasion that I never saw a deer, I truly enjoyed being out in nature, listening to the sounds, taking in the views. The hour before and after dawn are usually good for seeing the deer as they feed.