Twin Eidolons - Chapter 7

  "Mom, what do you mean?" I ask her dubiously. "I don't understand you and I don't understand Daryl anymore. Why is this happening to me now? With the baby due in less than a month?"

  She takes another sip of wine, looks at me with a wye smile and says, "Gold fever my dear. Your husband has it. As soon as he knew I was inheriting Jean-Claude's estate, I could see the gleam in his eyes. That kind of money changes people. You didn't notice because you love him. But you're a smart girl. I knew you would figure it out."

  "Well I didn't." I tell her angrily. "The only thing I figured out is that he is a complete asshole now! What the hell is wrong with me? I'm going to have a baby with him!"

  "Nothing is wrong with you my dear." she says chuckling a little. "Until the heart can see the future of the person you fall in love with, love will always be blind. Blind to all the possibilities of how someone can truly be inside. I loved your father many times and I hated your father many times."

  "What?" Tears start to flow freely down my face, yet I have to ask. "You hated Dad?"

  "At times." she replies indifferently. "We had our ups and downs. All couples do. But my affection for him always came through in the end. You see, love is not a straight line. A continuous fairy tale of bliss throughout your life. It's like waves on the ocean. Your love can easily survive the small or medium size swells but when a hurricane hits, that is the true test of your love and your partner's love, for each other."

  "Wow Mom. When did you become Buddha?"

  "Ha ha ha," she laughs. Then after another sip of wine she looks at me intensely and asks, "What did Daryl do to have you run away from home?"

  I wiped the tears off my cheeks and say in earnest, "Its just the way he is talking about things lately. How morbid his thoughts are and your right, it's how he thinks he deserves that money."

  With the look of a predator she asks, "Did he hurt you?"

  "No. He just upset me and the baby by being so inconsiderate to our needs."

  "Are you sure my little flower?" She asks me demonically. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you? To protect him?"

  "Mom! Now you're scaring me and the baby. You haven't used your pet name for me since I was a little girl. When you thought I was lying about something and wanted me to tell you the truth." I take a deep breath while looking at her. Then, on the verge of screaming, I say loudly, "Stop it!"

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I Was Cursed Once When I Lived In Texas

A Mambo From Louisiana Told Me I Would Be Bald Someday

I Just Laughed

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“Etranger qui marches dans ma ville/ souviens-toi que la terre que tu foules/ est terre du poète/ et la plus noble et la plus belle”
- Anthony Phelps -

"Stranger who walks in my city / remember that the land you trample / is the land of the poet / and the noblest and most beautiful"

 

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Twin Eidolons - Chapter 1

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 2

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 3

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 4

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 5

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 6

 

Continuing With Stories Starting With The Letters C & D

If you are wondering why it is taking me so long for the renovations of this blog,

 I retired from using the computer 8 hours a day to using my phone 10 hours a day.

I also like reading some of my old stories because they bring back fond memories.

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• City States
• David Star's Dilemma
• Did It Hear Me - A Flash Fiction Story
• Digital Footprint Company
• Director Major Centauri
• Dream For Me
• Driver Wanted
• Dueling Fiction

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Keeping Memories Alive Inside

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Stories Starting With The Letters A & B

These are all original stories from the mind of

Jim Hauenstein.

I hope you enjoy reading them.

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• A-L-I-V - A Short Story
• A Cabin In The Woods
• A Day In Court
• A.I.B.s - A Flash Fiction Story
• And The Child They Love - A Flash Fiction Story
• A Second Cold War
• Benched
• Blind Man 
• But It's True
  

 

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Itching To Complete More Stories For Your Reading Pleasure

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And,

 

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Why Should I Die - Chapters 1 Through 8

•  Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 8

My story about time travel

and what happens if you change a single thing.

 

This is,

Days Are Long But The Years Fly By

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
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Twin Eidolons - Chapter 6

  I didn't want to wait for Daryl to come back home and we would start arguing all over again. So after I hear the apartment door slam I immediately pack a few things, order a ride-share, and leave for my mother's house.

  When I arrive, I use my key to let myself in. I thought I would have to be very quiet when I entered the house and in the morning explain to Mom why I came over. But I find her sitting in the living room listening to her old Haitian kompa records, sipping on a glass red wine.

  "Hi dear," she happily greets me. "There is some of your favorite juice in the fridge. Pour yourself a glass and come over here and sit by me." She is saying while patting the middle cushion on the couch. "We need to talk."

  Great, I'm thinking. First my husband starts acting strange and now my mother.

  I get a glass, fill it with ice from the dispenser and open the fridge. It's packed full.

  "Mom, are you planning on having a party or something? What's with all this food?" Before she can answer I add, "Do you mind if I eat something? I'm starving."

  "Go ahead dear. I had all the food delivered this morning with the anticipation of your arrival today."

  This angered me. I storm back into the living room and ask my mother, "Did Daryl call you and tell you we were having marital problems that son-of-a-bitch?"

  I was expecting a yes answer from her so I was steaming mad. I knew deep down that my anger isn't because of Mom, even though I am taking it out on her right now, it just that Daryl had some nerve telling my mother about our marriage problems before we had a chance to talk things out between us. And worst, Mom didn't even call me to let me know what he had said.

  "Settle down dear." she calmly says. "Daryl hasn't said a word to me. If I can help it, I would never like to talk to him at all now that he has changed."

  This throws me for a loop. "What?" is all I can say while wondering what is happening.

   Mom stands up, tells me to sit down, and says she will be right back with a bowl of joumou.

   I eat a couple of spoonfuls of the soup and look to my Mom confused. "What do you mean by Daryl has changed?"

   "Let's just relax a few minutes and listen to my Tanbou Toujou Lou album while you finish your soup. We'll have plenty of time to talk after your stomach is full." She says smiling calmly. "Besides, too much excitement can't be healthy for the baby."

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Looking For A Publisher If Any one Knows One :)

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And,

“Haiti où la négritude se mit debout pour la première fois et dit qu'elle croyait à son humanité.”

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"Haiti, where blackness stood up for the first time and says it believed in its humanity."

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Kompa - Traditionally, the main music genre in Haiti

Joumou - a mildly spiced pumpkin soup

Tanbou Toujou Lou - an album of Meringue, Kompa Kreyol, Vodou Jazz & Electric Folklore music from Haiti 1960 - 1981

 

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 1 

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 2

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 3

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 4

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 5

 

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This is, 

Hoping Not To Lose Readers Of My Story

Twin Eidolons

As This Blog Gets A Facelift

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21 Stories Told To Me By The Buddha Himself

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It's getting kind of crowded around here.

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Twin Eidolons

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• I'm Going To Start A Religion All My Own, And You're Invited To Join!
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• It Takes Up All Your Precious Time!
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• One Small Step For Man, And A Giant Leap For Mankind
• One Step Further
• Only The Beginning Of Existence
• The Grey Time Travel
• The Kind Of Stuff I Think About
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Twin Eidolons - Chapter 5

  "I think we can get at least an extra twenty-five thousand dollars from all the old junk laying around that dump," my husband Daryl tells me excitedly. After we are alone in our apartment. "I'm sure your Mom won't care about anything in there since she seemed pretty spooked this morning about the house being cursed."

   "I still want my mother to have a look at everything before we do anything with it," I tell him. "She might want some old photos or paintings or, I don't know, maybe we will find a musical box she would always tell about when I was a child."

  "Fine," he says a little disappointed. It looked like he was going to stamp his foot in a childish way but thinks better of it. "Your Mom can go through all the stuff and keep whatever she wants. We'll get it all back when she dies anyways."

  "What the hell is wrong with you lately?" I scream at him. "Ever since you found out that Mom was giving us that house you been acting inconsiderate, selfish, and at times, morbid. Why didn't I seen this side of you before I married you?"

  "Oh come on babe." he tries calming me down with his baby talk. "You always believed me when I told I was going to be somebody someday. That I was going to be rich and famous and we would live happily ever after. Now I have a chance for riches to come my way first."

  "Well, I thought your dreaming was endearing to me at the time." I tell him. "That you would eventually grow out it and become a sensible provider and in that way, we would live happily ever after."

  Daryl just stands there in front of me quit and confused. Then I see the rage behind his eyes increase and hear the crescendo in his voice as he says. "Childish dreaming? Endearing? You thought of me as a little kid? Someone to take pity on?" He puts his face a centimeter away from mine and says in a tight-lipped way, "Do you have some kind of savior complex and that you were going to change me? To make me a better person under your idea of the perfect man?"

  He was really scaring me. I swung to slap his face but Daryl caught my arm before I hit him. He starts squeezing hard. "Your hurting me," I wail and he lets go of my arm.

  I run into the bedroom and slam the door crying. I then hear the apartment's front door slam shut and I know I am alone. Alone to cry.

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A Continuing Story And If You Just Started Reading It

Here Are The Links To The First Four Chapters

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Twin Eidolons - Chapter 1 

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 2

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 3

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 4

 

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“Because a ballerina resembles a tear…”
- Luis García Montero -

 

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A True Life Story Of The Internet

Hi everyone.

It feels good to be back and typing away at my computer.

I know I promised that I would be continuing with my story the

"Twin Eidolons"

this weekend but a funny thing happened to me on my way to the world wide web as it was once called. 

First a little background about me.

I have been called cheap by my wife and kids over the years by being frugal.

It has everything to do with me having grandparents living through the

Great Depression

and father being raised during that time.

My kids say that I have embarrassed them on more than one occasion when I check my receipt in the car from the store I was just in.

If I see anything I disagree with,

I go back inside and talk to the manager.

It happened to me a fortnight ago when I bought some sandwiches from the grocery store called Barons.

A great place I should add.

I get back to my car,

find that I was charged an extra dollar on my bill,

and immediately go back inside.

I mentioned in my last post that our internet service was down since Tuesday morning and that we had a scheduled appointment for Thursday afternoon to have it fixed.

On the day of our appointment,

before the technician arrived at our house,

I called customer service to get a refund for the three days we were down.

I can be very convincing when I need to be and got a $6 credit on my bill.

Here's the funny part.

My daughter uses our garage to play her

VR Games

so she has more room to jump around and wave her arms.

The problem is,

there are not enough electrical plugs for all the equipment she uses.

On Sunday she found a plug that she thought didn't go to anything important and unplugged it.

After two days the backup battery on the modem on the inside of the garage goes dead and we have no internet.

This is the device that hookups to the fiber optics from the street and not the router inside the house.

So when the technician arrives,

he checks all the equipment and finds nothing wrong.

He then follows the power cord and finds it unplugged.

To make this long story shorter and under a hour of reading time,

we have internet service in five minutes.

Since it was no fault of the providers equipment,

we get charged an $89 dollar service fee!

This is,

Good Thing I Got That $6 Credit

Jim Hauenstein

And,

“There was no downtime between calls, because there were always several hundred morons in the call queue, all of them willing to wait on hold for hours to have a tech rep hold their hand and fix their problem. Why bother looking up the solution online? Why try to figure the problem out on your own when you could have someone else do your thinking for you?”
- Ernest Cline -

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I'm not really mad and the whole family had a good laugh at my expense.

Get it?

Expense?

Wow,

tough crowd.

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I am typing this on my cellphone to let everyone know that my internet is not working. Frontier is the provider I use and I will never recommend their services. I can only judge what is happening in my area but the internet goes down at least once every two months. I will be looking into other providers soon. A technician is coming tomorrow afternoon so I should have the next part of my story by Saturday. Thank you for your patience and I will be seeing you soon!

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 4

   One spirit appears on the first landing of the staircase as the other turns around, away from the oak door and looks up.

   "You're acting strange today sister." Mirlande says to Widelene. "Why would you help a complete stranger leave the house when you spent everyday torturing your little brother and never let him go outside while he was alive?"

   "First of all," Widelene answers sardonically. "Do you feel our brother's presence in the house any longer? No you don't. Because he got to move on while we are stuck here for all eternity. Or, until the curse sends us to Hell for our father's sins. It's just not fair."

   Though the living see spirits as a grayish haze when they manifest, Mirlande sees her twin as she once was. She is seeing the anger and hatred her sister has for all living creatures build on her face.

   "Second of all," Widelene yells at her sister. "While you were following the husband around, I found out that the wife is pregnant." After a large smile slowly crosses Widelene's face, she starts laughing maniacally and says. "I will have that child for my own. I will mentally and physically torture it until the day it dies."

   "Jean-Claude did not deserve your scorn and neither will this child." Mirlande says with definition. "Our father and mother are the ones you should blame. Not every living soul. They are the ones who stole all that gourde from the people of Pétion-Ville. People who trusted them with their lives."

   "I am so sorry sister," Widelene pleads apologetically. Then, with a quick reversal of attitude, she swoops up the stairs inches from Mirlande's face and adds screaming, "Oh wait. I cannot take revenge on our parents because I do not feel their presence in the house either! They both have moved on while I wither away here with you, my sister. I can only hope that they both descended into Hell for what they have done to us!"

   Mirlande shakes her ghostly head back and forth while feeling sorry for her. "Dear sister. I already know that I can move on because I have asked for forgiveness and have released myself of hate. I am only here because I believe you can be forgiven too! All you have to do is leave the hate behind."

   Widelene's face has a look of disbelief. She floats through the wall behind her into another part of the mansion leaving her sister alone. In the farthest room from the stairs, Widelene looks out the window wishing she could feel ground under her feet. Wishing she could just go outside without fighting the evening winds from floating her away from the only place she has ever known.

   After a few minutes of silence, through the structure of the house, Mirlande hears her twin say loudly, "Go. What do I care? I have a new playmate moving in soon. To do with, whatever I want." A shrilling laugh reverberates down to the very foundation. "I believe sister, that the child and I will become good friends for the next fifty years or so."

To Be Continued.....

 

This is,

When We Are Small Children We See Ghosts!

Some Say They Are Guardian Angles,

Some Say It Is An Apparition Of A Relative,

The Rest Say,

Stop Believing Or People Will Think You Are Crazy!

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Gourde - the national currency for the Republic of Haiti 

Pétion-Ville - one of the wealthiest cities in Haiti

 

 

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 3

  "Dear, I think I'm going to sit in the car with my mom," I yell up the staircase, hoping my husband can hear me. "My feet ache and I think the baby showed his disapproval of me trying to run up the stairs by kicking extra hard just now."

  Not hearing a word from him, I turn around to leave and that cold feeling rushes through me again. The heavy oak front door creaks slightly open and I hurriedly walk outside, pulling it tightly shut. We need to do something about that cold draft before the baby is born, I was thinking before sitting in the front passenger's seat.

  It takes about an half hour before my husband gets back into the car and starts rattling off, "There is a lot of old stuff inside the mansion. I think the first thing we should do is have everything put in storage before it gets stolen by looters. We can have it all evaluated later. I'll call around as soon as we get back to the apartment for containers and movers."

  "We can't be spending a lot of money all at once," my mother warns. "It's cursed and we don't know what could happen to us."

  With mom sitting in the back seat, she can't see the flash of anger which crosses over my husband's face. Thankfully, he recovers quickly enough.

   "Don't worry Mother," my husband says eerily, while looking at her through the rear view mirror. "I'm sure I can find something I can afford since in a couple of months I won't be paying rent any longer." Smiling into the mirror now he continues. "As long as you can get the construction workers out here after the place is emptied out."

  "I have my own savings for that," she replies. "The only bit of blood I am going to use is to pay for the lawyers to set up the trust fund for my daughter."

  I know it bothers my husband when mom says the trust fund is going to be in my name only. So I look at his face for that spark of anger again. But the expression I see on his face now is even much worse. It's an intensely gleaming, almost insanely, smile. Which scares me even more.

  "You should get that done right away Mother," he says breaking the awkward silence. "God forbid it's not finished and something should happened to you."

  I begin protesting his heartlessness when my mother sheiks again. "What is it?" I ask her.

  "I saw something open the front door."

  I try calming her down by saying how it probably wasn't closed properly. I tell her what happened to me earlier, before I came out to the car.

  "No, I saw something," she states flatly.

  "Don't worry mother. I'll go close it." My husband then jumps out of the car, rushes up to the mansion's front door and slams it shut. Using the key to make sure it's lock tight this time.

  My mother says to me while we are still alone, "I'm never coming here again." Before my husband reaches the car she adds, "I don't think you should live here either."

To Be Continued.....

 

This is,

I Might Have To Turn This Into A Weekly Serial Because I Can Tell This Story Is Going To Take Longer Than A Week To Finish

Jim Hauenstein

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“Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.”
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