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Five Sentence Fiction – Lillie McFerrin – FSF – “Travel” – 8/22/13 – Rated “PG13 – R”

Five Sentence Fiction – Travel

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week:  Travel

Read my story, then click on the pic above to go to the list of the rest!!!

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Lillie McFerrin – FSF – Five Sentence Fiction – Travel PG13-R

By Scott L Vannatter

Springham sat in front of the Joint Chiefs of Staff while he mentally prepared for his travel session into the secret vault of the high mountain Russian Hold in which four people had died in order to find the blueprints and, thus, a way for Springham, a reputed teleporter, to hold an image of the room in his mind.

He did better with actual pictures or places he had previously visited, however, with concentration, he was picturing the vault and an area where, hopefully, nothing solid would have been placed as that would spell his doom.

This demonstration of his power would both serve the purpose of showing his ability to the Joint Chiefs (who were skeptical) and find out what was contained in the Russian Vault.

“I hope he doesn’t end up in the shitter,” remarked one official.

Springham could not stop the process of his mind, so, as he began teleportation to his chosen image, a vision of his Aunt Clara’s outhouse in Topeka, Kansas appeared in his mind, and his body was found buried there some years later.

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Namaste,

Scott

A Long (but Enjoyable) Day

Today, I read and wrote a lot, at least, for me.  I began by trying to catch up on my blog posts (I had fallen almost 70 behind).  I am down now (it is 6:24PM) to 29.  I liked all of them and commented on a lot of them.  I also decided to start a book.  I like the idea and thank Robin Coyle for putting part of it into my head.  It wasn’t her idea, just reading her post made me start thinking.  Anyway, I did the short synopsis and wrote the first 1200 words.  We will see how it goes, but I like this one because I don’t know where it’s going.  It is writing itself.

Hmm, may have to change the name of my book – well, not mine, but check this one out. I don’t know anything about it, but, the picture is nice…

It’s not horror (gasp); instead, it is about a man with everything who has a stroke and it changes his life, including some type of vision/ESP thing that makes it more of a thriller with a lot of life teaching stuck in it.  A little life, but a lot of fiction is more my type of thing.  I love making stuff up.  Tentatively calling it “Heading Home”.  Anyway, it feels good and it will take about a year to get it to where I can think about publishing it, so, by then, we will see where I am in life.

My point here is that today has been a long day, enjoyable, but long.  It started early and I have been at it for nearly 8 full hours.  The double cup of caffeinated coffee really came in handy.  The worst part is that, while my head is spinning and thinking all kinds of things, the other end of me is tired and sore.  I need to get up for a bit and walk around, so I will, in a minute.

Before that, I need to say that all of the posts I read so close together today made me feel special to a lot of people – all of you whose posts I read.  There were a lot of people and a lot of different things said.  I laughed, listened, wrote, smiled, thought intently, considered a lot, felt moved, felt sad, happy, glad, tired, connected, upset, all of this a way of communicating with people I truly consider friends and loved ones.

I have decided that “when” I win the lottery or become a multi-millionaire (whichever comes first), I want to travel to visit a great lot of you – You know who you are.  That should take well over a year (and a bit of money – going to India, Australia, Canada, Europe, and all over the US).  After that, who knows?  But, it won’t matter because I will have met and talked with so many friends and will feel fulfilled.

I will also feel that I already know everyone I plan on visiting.  It’s wonderful to travel around the world every day or two and hear stories that are beginning to sound familiar.  That’s the thing that sets blogging apart from other writings:  you develop a relationship with people; you feel a “kindred spirit”.

Kindred Spirits

I love that!

Namaste,

Scott

Sounds of Hope

I am not in the above pic – sorry.

When I was a senior in high school at Shenandoah High School in Indiana, I sang in our choir and went to try and get a first at state. That particular dream did not come true; however, at one point, I was introduced to Varner Chance, who ran “Sounds of Hope”.

Here’s the story: Sounds of Hope

SOH was a choir/orchestra of about 80 people who toured Europe and sang for different places. I auditioned for Mr. Chance and was granted a place in his choir as a 1st Tenor. I had not been raised well on music, so I was made fun of by many of the others in the group because I had no idea what the “Hallelujah Chorus” was.

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I don’t know if I was actually in the choir school, but it was run by Varner Chance and was at Epworth Forest at the time.

I only got to go because, after all other possibilities had been finished, my dad said we didn’t have the money and needed about $200 for me to go. That was a lot back then and we had tried everything. He called Mr. Chance who said that, “by coincidence”, a tenor in a previous group had donated $200 to be given to a tenor who would not be allowed to go otherwise!

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This was our conductor, Mr. Vernon H. Stinebaugh. I could not find a picture of Varner Chance.

We spent about 28 days on tour about 3 weeks in Europe. I was 18, just out of H.S. and not yet in college. I was able to visit Holland, Germany, France, Belgium, Austria (beautiful), Switzerland, England, Liechtenstein, and many other wonderful countries. I still have pictures somewhere but was unable to find them for this post.

Noordwijkerhout, Holland

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This was one place (the first, I think) where we stayed.

I tried looking it up on the Internet, but I believe Mr. Chance has passed on and the SOH has closed down (at least, administration has). I believe we rode about 3000 miles in our buses.  The Choir School that meets every summer and was started by Mr. Chance, began at Epworth Forest in Northern Indiana.  I understand that it still continues each summer at Anderson University.

I would love to return to all of the places I had been and just remember. Of course, we know that memories are always different than the actual events. That month changed my life. It still affects it and I am so glad that I can recall most of it; the stroke did not take it away.
Where have you traveled that has affected you the most?

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Namaste,
Scott

We’re off to see the Wizard

Okay, so psychologist and Wizard are not exactly the same; regardless, it was an interesting event.

A lot of it because of the trip, just like in OZ. It was my first Interstate solo driving since my stroke almost 2 years ago!

Not Indy, but…

You know that great feeling you get when you have prepared for something for a long time and you just know you will do great? Well, this wasn’t like that, at all!

I was nervous. I don’t mean shaking, sweating, dry mouth nervous; I just mean that my stomach and brain kept saying, “You know, you can still cancel. It’s not too late.” I left in plenty of time (70 minutes for a 45 minute trip), went during low traffic in Indy, left during low traffic, and paid attention really well.

Still, I did manage to miss my exit while going home and added about 20 minutes and more traffic to my trip, and I did get just a bit concerned on the way about what I would do if I had a lot of trouble and didn’t want to come back. However, it went well; I didn’t have any trouble and I was able to follow things pretty well.

Wasn’t my car, but I can hope, can’t I?

That was big for me. I love driving and traffic has always been a no-brainer. The problems come from my double vision. My glasses take care of most of it, but my night meds made it rough in the beginning just getting back and forth to work.

I found this out one morning when I left for work, swerved out of my lane three times and was pulled over about 2 blocks from work after I missed my turn. For some reason, it, apparently, takes 3 squad cars to do this. Needless to say, it was a topic of conversation at work as many people saw the spectacle. As for the pulling over part, the officer saw my glasses, saw my cane, listened to my story, and said, “I think you need to get this taken care of.” I assured him I would that day. I did make changes in route, in med times and so forth, but now I understand that it was, mainly, the meds still being in my system.

I, of course, felt like one…

So, I try really hard to give it 11 hours before driving and I always drink 1 1/2 cups of coffee for breakfast. It makes me a bit jittery, but I can handle the driving.

A lot of this came about because my psychologist told me that “there will be some brick walls you just can’t knock down.” The job was one; that one I figured out on my own. The driving in Indy thing, I believe, was what she had in mind and she seemed very pleased that I had managed it. That, certainly helped.

Praise always helps!

So, now 4 counties, instead of 2, need to watch out! 🙂
Namaste,
Scott

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