Although this will end "Home in Alabama", the story has not ended.  It is planned to continue under the title, "Return to the West."  That is why I did not state that it is a final chapter.

It seems it sort of started innocently enough, I guess – I don’t know.

All it took was two ingredients:  Hank and that old tree in his back yard.  How the old tree entered in what happened, you could understand, considering all the weird stories that have been told through the years about it. 

 .....That helped verify the fact that a serious virus may be spreading through the area. Ruth became more worried. After all, she was a new mother and did not know what to do with a very sick baby. She mentioned that to Lolus on the way home....
 

Here Comes A Bureaucrat

by Joyce Melton

Fourteen – Like a Walk in the Park

In a few moments, Lolus looked at Ruth and said, "Child, you are about to have a baby."

"A baby?"

"Yes, dear. A baby." 

 The Tank

© 2009 Nick B

A young man wakes face down on concrete to find himself in a room with no doors or windows. Contusions and bruising on his head are painful reminders of the events that led him to where he was and as his memory returns, he realises he’s not the only one in trouble.

He has to get out and fast…

Thirteen - There’s Enough Blame for Everyone

Healing a Princess : 32

(Welcome to Blaire)

Written by Tim Knight

Healing a Princess: 31

(Deals, Steals, and Warnings)

Written by Tim Knight

Healing a Princess: 29

(Trout, Ale, and Magic)

Written by Tim Knight

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MY REPORT ON THE SIXTIES          by Ronnie D              Room 25

I chose to have some fun with just a bit of Mis-characterization. Now my spell check hates me.

A Summer Flight of Fancy

She cared not how I looked, if I needed to shave or not. Little did she care how long my hair was or if it was combed, nor what I wore. She drew a line at what type of shoes, hard soled or spiked were verboten, however trainers or deck shoes were ok. Dressing up was fine but jeans and shorts were more practical for our dates.

What’s that Joe?

I said they’ve spotted him.

Are you sure that’s the right person? Looks like a little kid.

Temporal Address withheld under restrictions of the temporal security code of 2025.

Daddy! There's a monster under my bed!

Twelve -- Let’s Dance 

Boy is it dark!
I sense a presence in front of me – or – my sense of smell senses the presence – and boy does it sense it – phew!

I posted this once but chickened out and deleted it. Here it is again. A heartwarming story about family values. Manson Family, that is...

THE END: PART 1: LIBRI DOS NON RETOURNIZ:

A brief interlude with the past/present/future time[s] of VeeCee and his long-lost companion, Von RapArd, despite both having conventional backgrounds, we get a confused pictorial-oral history[awfully semi-auto-biographical] and various predictable facets of timely dysfunction.