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~ "The Fiction and The Fantasy" ~
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq

Fantasy[ fan-tuh-see, -zee ]
noun, plural fan·ta·sies.
"Imagination, especially when extravagant and unrestrained. The forming of mental images, especially wondrous or strange fancies; imaginative conceptualizing.
A mental image, especially when unreal or fantastic; vision: a nightmare fantasy; imagery that is more or less coherent, as in dreams and daydreams, yet unrestricted by reality, phantasia.

Fiction[ fik-shuhn ]
"The class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form.
works of this class, as novels or short stories:
detective fiction. Something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story:
We've all heard the fiction of her being in delicate health. The act of feigning, inventing, or imagining. An imaginary thing or event, postulated for the purposes of argument or explanation. Law. An allegation that a fact exists that is known not to exist, made by authority of law to bring a case within the operation of a rule of law."

~“The Horror of It All…!”~
Anger, racism, and greed are exposed among the highest order. Philadelphia Police commanders are placed under tremendous strain to control its inner city workings to quell this evil overshadowing of the town. One Black Cop and the Native American Ranger are in the battle of their very lives and careers with the confrontation of white apprehension in the capture of the killer.
''He buckled backwards and raised his head like he was going to howl at the moon, but nothing came out,'' Samuel said. ''I put two more rounds in the vital area, then three more after that. ****, I hit him with Six total."

"These medicine men or spiritual leaders were in a different class than the other men of their tribe. This special status was not dependent on their hunting and fishing. Contact with other tribes enabled thinkers to build and expand their belief frameworks, so medicine men or spiritual leaders were more prevalent in tribes that were accessible to outsiders."

~"Demon's Throat"~
By The Neck...the full story:
He was beautiful where Walter was not. He made her feel like the woman she'd dreamed of being. He ravaged her...he made love to her like no one could!
“Who’d want to roll in the hey with the likes of you? You, with the rotund bottom and jellied jowls… the juice of spit escaping from those juicy over-sized lips. Lips that spray slimy moisture upon speaking to folk. Don’t you dare lay that puffed slippery hand on me again – or I’ll have it cut off and fed to that mangy beast lying in yon corner.”

~“When There’s No More Room In Hell”~
"The fish were always jumping while anglers donned their prize gear in their pursuit. Usually it was the fish that enjoyed the last laugh.
The pedestrians and equestrians reveled in the park’s courses of pathways and trails throughout the region. Another favored entranceway into the grotto like valley was Mount Airy’s Cherokee Lane from Allens Lane near the Lincoln Drive. The wondrous beauty and mystery of Philly’s Fairmount Park was simply adored by all and who resided and those who visited. But just as much as it is alluring it was also a most deadly place as well."

~“The Pendulum of Hades”~
"The motion returned. Then just as suddenly, there was sound as well. Sound, motion, and touch tingled his very frame. Yet, a strong desire to lapse into insensibility overcame him. The shuddering terror of the existence of thought became an earnest and endeavoring comprehension of true state returned with a sickness. A full memory of his trial, the tall men in dark robes – the judges, and their adornment of sable draperies hanging about the court, he swooned. He swooned at the sentence. His sentence. Forgetfulness of that later day plagued him an endeavored curse."

~"Bowery of The Crimson Frock and Flesh"~
"There aren’t many people who haven’t, at one time or another, experienced amusement with one’s self, in retracing the steps that brought you to draw particular conclusions. I heard the Frenchman speak and I didn’t hear him. The part that I did hear and comprehend was most certainly the truth of it. I was totally astonished at the illuminating coherence between the starting point and the end of my meditation."

~‘Bowery of The Crimson Frock and Flesh’: Part Two: “The Wedding Party”~
"The wedding party was of a private nature. Mary, Liz, Kate, Marie, Mitzi, Martha, and Anne Crook, the bride, were all present. They wore their best dresses while Anne was adorned in a brand new white wedding gown of the finest chiffon, silk, and satin. No expense was sparred. She was truly a lovely bride beneath veils of fine woven material and true love.
Prince Eddie donned his majestic white uniform of royalty. The pure silver and golden sashes with breast-pinned medals gleamed and flashed of blinding brilliance. He was accompanied by his most trusted and close assistants. These particular individuals were sworn to the greatest of secrecies. They were all loyal except for one of the most important members of royal service. Sir William Gull was succeeded by Dr. Allan Farrow who personally treated, attended, and reported directly to the Queen."

~“All Hallows Night” - Short Story Irony~
"She desperately wanted to be what she could not, a wealthy Socialite. Her selfishness and vanity caused great hardship on her life and that of her poor husband. When she lost a borrowed necklace, a necklace that she believed to be very valuable; without the permission or the knowledge of the owner; reality shock caused her to feel as if her blood ran cold. That is why I had to put him and that vultures eye under the floor. It wasn’t his fault that the evil eye stared at me. It would not be able to gaze on me if it was under the floor. The money-box was hidden under the floor. He knew that I’d find it. He would not give the box to me even if I’d asked for it."

"I dizzily nodded in agreement and emptied the chalice again. The alcohol laden beverage really had a firm grip on my vision… I played with it gaily and freely. The room did appear to be moving in a dizzying circle of brilliant lights, and dulling dark grey from the floor to the ceiling and back again. The smiling man was mouthing something. I couldn’t make it out. His eyes seemed to flash a reddish hue to one of brilliance and an awe of menace. He appeared cheerfully adept at gaining and commandeering one’s confidence. His smile began to cause me worry and threatened concern. Yes, even through the thick veil of a drunken stupor that has engulfed me. His smile seemed to change from one of comfort to that of a sinister and frightful sneer and gloat. Now, correct me if my recollections are incorrect…did I mention his smile? Oh yes, I did. He made a few gestures at two men sitting in the back of the pub…I think."
“Behold, there shall be retribution!”
The Devil is a real person…a real person indeed.

~“The Foxy Grandpa, Billy the Poet”~
"Many of the men stated the bottom halves of the body felt like cold iron or balsawood. The women concurred their bottom halves felt like wet cotton or stale ginger ale. The pills were so effective that you could blindfold a man who had taken one, tell him to recite the ‘Gettysburg Address,’ kick him in the balls while he recited, and he wouldn’t miss a syllable. These pills were ethical because they didn’t interfere with a persons’ ability to reproduce, which would have been unnatural and immoral. The pills took away all the pleasure of having s*x. Thus did science and morals go, hand-in-hand."

~‘The Rails, Some Hemp, and A Hanging’~
"In France I was broke, poor, and penniless… Here in South Louisiana, I have become rich, powerful, and wholesome. The company had its share of ‘shiner’s’ on both sides of the war-torn fences. Their horses bayed and pranced in the cold damp yet dark beginning of the day’s morn. My hanging tribunal was short and to the point. My foolish guilt could not be reversed, albeit, my hatred for these ‘Blue-Coats’ and their Black supporters surpasses my pain and sorrowful agony. I do long for the fragrance and joys of home… My dear sweet ‘Abbey,’ my darling wife and young’uns; my plantation and memories of France cut at my brain."

~The Acrimonious, Gauche, and Incongruous - "Ajantala"~
"…In conflict with good and evil; the fight between man and the devil; the eternal struggle of human nature against sin... Ajantala had waited, waited, and waited for quite a long, long time under the shady tree, which his mother did not return for him. It was dark now. And then it was morning again before he started to travel and wander about. He did travel and wander all about the land until he came upon a small house that was built in the heart of the bush. A corn farm surrounded the house, and both, the house and farm belonged to three brothers. Their names were Mr. Lion, Monkey, and Goat who was the eldest. There were human beings in those days. The two species did learn to live and dwell in harmony. The three brothers resided comfortably in that small house, in the middle of the bush with comfort and tranquility.
“Why is it so-called educated people do not acquire the good sense of knowing better?”"

~“Howl Of An Angel”~
"According to the tale, the man’s name was ‘David Ellington.’ He was on a walking trip when he became lost in the moonless black of a sky heavily laden with wind and rain. His long-time exposure to the harshly cold and blistering elements brought fever to Mr. Ellington. He could see no hope of escaping the blight-filled inclemency... The unwary duo sat and referenced their notes and mental recollections in mapping out the location of the village’s Tabooed Keep. They were successful in their global positioning of the black castle. With the completed information in hand, they were able to determine, along with the aid and review of her digital photos and hand written diagrams, its exact location. They had to be certain because they would more than likely have to deal with the possibility of a nighttime sky. With the completed route in hand, they were ready to go back to that place of hidden mystery and secrecy…the ‘Castle Wulfrum."

~"An East Falls Son - On The Schuylkill"~
"You see, I am the last of my kind…the last of the two-bloods. Many folks, including my family (teachers, neighbors, cousins, aunts, uncles, and such) had it in their minds that I’d never amount to much in this life. Well maybe I haven’t…but I can tell you this – I’ve successfully raised fine and successful sons through an equally successful marriage of nearly forty years, as well as becoming a proud and loving grandfather. None of them thought that I’d make it out of high school, let alone college. I wonder what they think of my so-called status now – what criticisms they have for me?"









Posted By: Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
Monday, March 30th 2020 at 12:16AM
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