“W” Wild Game by Newt Livesay

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Maybe this should have been titled ” What the cat dragged in.” If you are stewing over how to get rid of that pesky corpse, a drive into the back country may be worth your while:

A boyhood friend of mine whom I spent many hours playing cowboys, army or camping out in the back yard with lived only a few blocks from my house. His parents were divorced and I spent many hours at his grandparents’ house where he lived. His grandfather had a small fishing bait store that sat on the highway leading to the lake. The area was semi-country with large open spaces between houses. Well one day while playing at my friend’s house, his grandfather came out and told us to find out what the dog was chewing on and go bury it. Seems the dog had been chewing and rolling on a stinky, meat morsel he had drug up from the woods. The dog would come welcome new customers when they drove up to the bait shop, and the smell from him rolling on the chunk of whatever was making people flee. My friend and I get a shovel and went to find the chew toy that Big Red had been playing with the last few days. Finding the doggy treat was surprising to say the least. At first we could not figure out what we were looking at until one of us took a stick and scraped away some of the lawn clipping and oak leaves stuff to its surface of the semi-round chunky treat. It had human teeth!  It scared the heck out of us two young pecker-woods and we went screaming across the yard like little sissy-girls looking for grandpa. A phone call brought the cops, local sheriff, and state police. It did not take long to find the body in the field across the street from the bait store. Seems the possums, coons, dogs, domestic house cats and assorted wild vermin had scattered what was left of it over a couple hundred square feet. The man’s identity was made from the half dozen upper teeth still in the meat ball. With the price of gold now, my friend and I should have spent a few minutes checking his teeth I guess, but that is hind sight and I should have also bought Coke-a-Cola and Wal-Mart stock while I am lamenting.

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I am winding up the A to Z month with some handy tips for writers. My very good friend Newt Livesay is deliberate in his research and since crime is his genre he has to figure out a way for his “bad guys” get rid of bodies. Newt did a blog called the body disposal group where these different “pieces” are taken from.

Newt is finalizing a novel set in New Orleans titled: “The Man that Tattooed Women.” This novel  is one part serial killer one part raging hurricane which sums up to a thrilling ride. If you like a book that you can’t put down and you find yourself screaming”RUN”  at the characters, then you will like this story. The novel should be in e-book form by this summer.

You can find Newt at Facebook  onTwitter he is @newtlivesay. If you or anyone you know has served in the military, it is quiet likely that they used a Livesay knife to stay alive. Newt is an excellent writer and a dear friend and I am grateful for the tips he is sharing for the letters T-W!!!

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Now for the Disclaimer – This blog does not suggest that anyone should do anything that would be considered illegal. This is a blog for writers to use for research, and as comical relief of a very serious problem. If you do not understand this fully, or you think this give you the rights to commit an illegal act, you’re one sick bastard, and you should seek competent mental counseling immediately.
 All rights reserved  (c) 2015 by Newt Livesay

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Wow it’s “W” and A to Z Challenge is wrapping up this week. More A to Z folks to meet:

 

1075.
1096.
1097.
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1106.
1107.
1113.
1120.

 

The Day Beauty Died #sundaydevotion

rusty hinge

 

I had an ominous dream

time had passed before my eyes

a dark cloud swept over our earth

filled with dark corruption and lies

 

a storm charged with hate

no control how it spun

ripping apart all that inspired

where the final gate was  hung

 

inside was  preserved

only one small tiny world

open-faced smiling flowers

and one grey mourning dove

 

a brick path had been laid so long ago

and the arbor overgrown

shielded unique flowers

from the cold biting snow

 

frozen were the tears

that lay upon my cheek

as beauty was discarded

ripped apart so to speak

 

and now what is left

I can tell you what is not

today beauty died

the remaining world now LOST

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“Time began in a garden.” and it will end there as well. I sometimes have imagined with my children what the garden of Eden must have been like. We all liked the idea of riding tigers, talking to the monkeys, and being lifted up in the trunk of an elephant. The part of the garden that was different from all gardens was the absence of SIN. That would mean the animals would have gotten along. Many claim that the lion laying down the lamb at the end of the Age. I was struck by a visual that I saw in an article written by a young Pakistan woman. She spoke of how life had been simple in her (impoverished) village but people looked after each other and they celebrated the good fortune of another. In the garden of life, people care for one another. She expressed her consternation at the change of the bigger village in just 50 years since the days when people would split their last loaf of bread with another. In this new society man throws a struggling survivor of a boat (in the sea) because their beliefs are not the same. Children are taught to wield blades bigger than themselves – their prey is man.

Truly our garden is dying.

Isaiah 12:3

“Therefore you will joyously draw water From the springs of salvation.”

Genesis 3:22-24“Then the LORD God said, “Behold, the man has become like one of Us, knowing good and evil; and now, he might stretch out his hand, and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever”– therefore the LORD God sent him out from the garden of Eden, to cultivate the ground from which he was taken. So He drove the man out; and at the east of the garden of Eden He stationed the cherubim and the flaming sword which turned every direction to guard the way to the tree of life.”
Revelation 22:1-2

 “Then he showed me a river of the water of life, clear as crystal, coming from the throne of God and of the Lamb, in the middle of its street On either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”

Isaiah 11:6

“And the wolf will dwell with the lamb, And the leopard will lie down with the young goat, And the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; And a little boy will lead them. 7Also the cow and the bear will graze, Their young will lie down together, And the lion will eat straw like the ox.…”

water and light

 

 

 

 

 

“V” is for Violet by Newt Livesay #atozchallenge

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She used to be sweet as violets now she’s jut the fat girl that you cant wait to get rid of. So the question is, “how?” You know if you shoot her there would be ‘stuff’ everywhere and after watching over three hundred hours of COPS you know all about good ‘stuff.’
You just need for her to disappear and not come back and that is when it comes to, you’ll take her fishing. She likes to fish and she wont think nothing of you coming home with a bucket of stink bait, and wanting to go-a-fish’n. You tell everyone that she left a note saying she was going to see her sister and no one will know the difference. What you need to know is how to sink her and keep her down until nature does it work.
To keep a body down depends upon a number of factors beginning with but not limited to water temperature. Is the water moving such as a river or stream? Is the water still such as would be found in a pond or lake? Is it shallow like in a slue or slow moving like a stream? Is the water warm or cold? Is the water fresh or saline? Water that is warm enough will cause a body to decompose and float.  Cold water will actually prevent decomposition and keeps the body from floating.
How to get her in the water. You hit her on the head and dump her over board. No! If you do that that there will be a big bump on her head, remember episode number —- ah —- something or other where the CSI determined that the guy was killed and thrown in the lake. Hell, she can’t swim so why not just throw her out of the boat into the water. You row off and she thrashes around like a wounded whale and then sinks once she takes in a good lung full of water. She will begin to rot away at the moment of death. The decay of the flesh will generate gases that  will cause her body to float. Seeing how a body is normally heavier than water she should get a good lung full of swamp water and sink like a rock. Even if she does sink after a few days in the warm water the decomposition will generate enough gas to float her to the top. You’ll have to come back down to the swamp and find her floating corpse and shoot her with your twenty-two rifle a few times and she might just up and explode like a bloated cow when stuck with a sharp stick and sink.
Then again, maybe when she comes to the surface the birds, some bugs, snapping turtles an alligator are some other scavengers will be’ah eat’en on her. Once them critters chew a hole in her it will cause the bloating body to lose the gases that are building up and she will fall apart and sink to the bottom.
You can see her now floating in the lagoon like a grazing Manatee, head, arms and legs all dangling down beneath her. Then it is off to the Piggin Wiggin’out Combination Convenience Store Rib Joint and Asian Fingernail Parlor, where that hot dish-water bleached blond, named Valerie, works.
Now for the Disclaimer – This blog does not suggest that anyone should do anything that would be considered illegal. This is a blog for writers to use for research, and as comical relief of a very serious problem. If you do not understand this fully, or you think this give you the rights to commit an illegal act, you’re one sick bastard, and you should seek competent mental counseling immediately.

 

All rights reserved  (c) 2015 by Newt Livesay

Only a few more days of the A to Z Challenge!!!

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 A to Z bloggers to say “Hi” to:
1024.
1040.
1059.
1069.

“U” Unique #AutismUniquelyYou #atozchallenge

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You always were so clever

so out of the box

and I was always so grateful

for the things I was taught

people are different

in so many ways

you study volcanoes

I think of sun’s rays

your mind is a wonder

as I see the gears turn

and I love to watch them

and in that way I learn

Autism’s a label

for some it seems bad

but look at the child

and all that he has

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I’ve spent much of my life with children with special needs. I have been enlightened by a precious light and love that I have been showered with. Brian is one boy that was so enthusiastic and loved life. He spoke with his feet and his smile radiated something like the sun. When he passed away as a young adult, I felt the world had lost a sunbeam.

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Many thanks to the team at A to Z Challenge (especially Arlee Bird) for hosting this challenge and for encouraging other writers like these:

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1012.
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1020.

“T” Tastes Like Chicken by Newt Livesay #atozchallenge

we ran out of body bags…

 

I am winding up the A to Z month with some handy tips for writers. My very good friend Newt Livesay is deliberate in his research and since crime is his genre he has to figure out a way for his “bad guys” get rid of bodies. Newt did a blog called the body disposal group where these different “pieces” are taken from.

Newt is finalizing a novel set in New Orleans titled: “The Man that Tattooed Women.” This novel  is one part serial killer one part raging hurricane which sums up to a thrilling ride. If you like a book that you can’t put down and you find yourself screaming”RUN”  at the characters, then you will like this story. The novel should be in e-book form by this summer.

You can find Newt at Facebook  onTwitter he is @newtlivesay. If you or anyone you know has served in the military, it is quiet likely that they used a Livesay knife to stay alive. Newt is an excellent writer and a dear friend and I am grateful for the tips he is sharing for the letters T-W!!!

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tastes like chicken

Eating one’s victims is a simple and effective means of disposing of that pesky body. A great book on this subject was written by the late Peter Hathaway Capstick, entitled “MANEATERS.” Everything I have read about human flesh is that it is: ‘sweet, almost the texture or consistency of pork’. Most cultures that at one time condoned (or still do) the eating of human flesh do so with a certain reverence. Just as animals eat vital organs first for  nourishment, cannibals have certain rites or protocols they follow. Hearts, livers, and brains are reserved for the more important members of the conclave with brains being the most prized. During WWII in the Pacific, some members of the Japanese military practiced a code of Bushido where they ate unlucky allied prisoners. Read the true accounts of this practice in James Bradley’s “Fly Boys” ( movie of the same name); it is very revealing.

Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer (May 21, 1960 – November 28, 1994) was a serial killer and sex offender. Dahmer murdered 17 men and boys and seemed to have an appetite for Africans and AsiansDahmer enjoyed both a lifestyle of necrophilia and cannibalism between 1978 and 1991. The majority of his murders occurred between 1987 and 1991 and his murders were particularly gruesome involving rape, torture and dismemberment. On November 28, 1994, he was beaten to death by an inmate at the Columbia Correctional Institution where he had been incarcerated.

Now for the Disclaimer – This blog does not suggest that anyone should do anything that would be considered illegal. This is a blog for writers to use for research, and as comical relief of a very serious problem. If you do not understand this fully, or you think this give you the rights to commit an illegal act, you’re one sick bastard, and you should seek competent mental counseling immediately.
 All rights reserved  (c) 2015 by Newt Livesay

Enjoy Some A to Z bloggers:

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Love Her #earthday #poetry

A brush, my fingers are entranced

inhaling rich loamy soil

time upon time ago what were you?

acorns found a safe harbor

limbs created wind breaker

mules with plows toiled

deer on fallen leaves pranced

I kneel beneath arbor

I hold today’s beauty

before she …

becomes rooted with her maker

 

It is Earth Day – time to care for  the ground we live on

Roots #earthday #poetry

discarded daffodil

Despondent

Dressed in tones of sunshine

my yellow bonnet waves

amidst contrast of green fields

we chorus spring today

an errant finger plucks

I cry in silent agony

breaking Printemps connection

separated from celebration

Disappointed with my fragrance

I am flung upon a pile of debris

rubbish clogs my senses

I used to breathe beauty

(now I brave man’s stench)

rising sun

“SKY and EARTH”

Gold lining my sleeve

a small face peeks from earth below

I don’t want to alarm her

deep my thundering bellow

reach and inhale her beauty

jealous of rich soil wrapped about her

I wake each day to his radiant smile

each morning warmth tingles within

I envy the birds that fly so high

near him they almost touch

I want to lay on fluffy clouds at night

to his pocket be pinned

 

longing to feel his breath on my skin

only to turn my face in a smile

Never to caress the one I love

distance that separates more than miles

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At Poets United we are celebrating Earth Day!!!!