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What happens when the son of a drug cartel kingpin is kidnapped?

Chapter 2 to Black Retina available to read. Link in profile. 
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LA CEGUA

The horse prints in the mud troubled him. 
It had been hours since Hector left the bar. He was in country on business, but spent every free minute on the drink and hooking up with scandalous women. On his last night in town, he thought a good idea to pay a local 20 bucks to let him ride his horse. It wasn't long before he was lost. 
The sun had set and the creatures of the forest began their nightly routine.

The buzz was gone now. He was confident that if he followed the trail, it would eventually lead to help, or at the very least, a road. But confidence withered fast and with every passing hour, he began to lose hope. 
The horse prints in the mud meant one or two things. Either there was another rider nearby, or he was travelling in circles.

He looks around. Upon recognizing his surroundings, he growls and curses to himself. Then he hears a voice call out to him.

He turns. His eyes widen. It was a woman, beautiful with long black hair, green eyes, curve body and strong legs. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "will you please help me? I need a ride." "I'm sure you do" he says, licking his lips. 
She smiles and he takes her hand and helps her up behind him. "thank you." She wraps her hands around his waist. "you're very sweet, but you should be home with your wife." He laughs. "and who says I'm married sweetheart?" "Monica"

His smile fades. "what? how do you..." She leans in to his ear. "because I can see her in your soul"

He turns around to face her. He yells a horrific cry. 
The horse neighs loud and rises onto its two back legs, dropping both bodies, then sprints away. 
The forest creatures scatter in fear.

Left behind is Hector, his body twitching with every tug of the woman's teeth ripping into his flesh.

He cries in pain. 
Then silence. 
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LA CEGUA The horse prints in the mud troubled him. It had been hours since Hector left the bar. He was in country on business, but spent every free minute on the drink and hooking up with scandalous women. On his last night in town, he thought a good idea to pay a local 20 bucks to let him ride his horse. It wasn't long before he was lost. The sun had set and the creatures of the forest began their nightly routine. The buzz was gone now. He was confident that if he followed the trail, it would eventually lead to help, or at the very least, a road. But confidence withered fast and with every passing hour, he began to lose hope. The horse prints in the mud meant one or two things. Either there was another rider nearby, or he was travelling in circles. He looks around. Upon recognizing his surroundings, he growls and curses to himself. Then he hears a voice call out to him. He turns. His eyes widen. It was a woman, beautiful with long black hair, green eyes, curve body and strong legs. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "will you please help me? I need a ride." "I'm sure you do" he says, licking his lips. She smiles and he takes her hand and helps her up behind him. "thank you." She wraps her hands around his waist. "you're very sweet, but you should be home with your wife." He laughs. "and who says I'm married sweetheart?" "Monica" His smile fades. "what? how do you..." She leans in to his ear. "because I can see her in your soul" He turns around to face her. He yells a horrific cry. The horse neighs loud and rises onto its two back legs, dropping both bodies, then sprints away. The forest creatures scatter in fear. Left behind is Hector, his body twitching with every tug of the woman's teeth ripping into his flesh. He cries in pain. Then silence. #story  #costarica  #legend  #author  #reading  #writersofinstagram  #writing  #horse  #lost  #forest  #fiction  #horror  #spanish  #cheating  #drunk  #cool  #instaread  #instagood  #photo  #horsebackriding 
"Acting means becoming..." Rays of Emotion short story available to read. Link in bio. 
Photo by @unsplash

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OUR SONG

You know there are times where I hear a song and I'm instantly reminded of a place or something I did in the past. I was in the Army when this song came out, or this song reminds me of when I fell from the tree. Things like that. These memories, ignited by music, are random. Sometimes the radio plays an old hit and bam, I'm back in the 90s.

But ask me what song reminds me of when we first met, and I won't have one. Not a beat, or lyric, or artist. Not one song reminds me of you. And it's funny telling you this, being that we met in a dance club. You would think I'd have a whole list of songs that reminds me of us, but no. 
Truth is, when I first met you, the band was playing, but I didn't hear music. I didn't hear anything. I just stood there, gawking at you. Trying to figure out what to say to catch your attention. My focus was on you and you only. 
There's no song that tells the story of when we first met because reality is, I don't need one. I'm reminded everyday I wake up next to you. And if the day ever comes that I lose myself and who I am, I'm comforted in the fact that this memory will never fade. 
Wifey: @abitofchic

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OUR SONG You know there are times where I hear a song and I'm instantly reminded of a place or something I did in the past. I was in the Army when this song came out, or this song reminds me of when I fell from the tree. Things like that. These memories, ignited by music, are random. Sometimes the radio plays an old hit and bam, I'm back in the 90s. But ask me what song reminds me of when we first met, and I won't have one. Not a beat, or lyric, or artist. Not one song reminds me of you. And it's funny telling you this, being that we met in a dance club. You would think I'd have a whole list of songs that reminds me of us, but no. Truth is, when I first met you, the band was playing, but I didn't hear music. I didn't hear anything. I just stood there, gawking at you. Trying to figure out what to say to catch your attention. My focus was on you and you only. There's no song that tells the story of when we first met because reality is, I don't need one. I'm reminded everyday I wake up next to you. And if the day ever comes that I lose myself and who I am, I'm comforted in the fact that this memory will never fade. Wifey: @abitofchic #marriedatfirstsight  #loveatfirstsight  #love  #marriage  #loveofmylife  #wife  #happy  #luckyguy  #hotwife  #romance  #firstmet  #whendidyoufirstmeet  #writersofinstagram  #film  #photography  #bali  #indonesia  #perfect  #instagram  #instagood  #memory  #army  #dance  #club  #boat  #sailing  #beautiful  #sexy  #gotthegirl  #donthate 
LOST

He woke up dizzy. Everything made him nauseous. The taste of whiskey in his mouth, the smell of his own vomit. 
It was cold. All he wanted to do was go home but was too embarrassed.

He was with his wife and kids. A simple shot of whiskey turned into a St Patricks Day drink fest. It wasn't long before he was staggering drunk around the house, expressing his love for his wife. It was cute at first, but then things went downhill. 
He began sharing a story from his time at war. A moment in his life he wanted to keep from his wife for fear of what she would think. He cried and shook and relived that moment. His wife told him to stop but he didn't listen. 
His girls watched confused. They saw their daddy crying. At that, he stormed out of the house and ran. Ran for what seemed like forever before passing out. 
He lay on the open field, staring up at the pink sky. His daughters would marvel at the color of the clouds right now. 
He wanted to be with them, with his wife. Wanted to say how sorry he was. Wanted this moment to fade away deep in his mind with the rest of his stories. Wanted to feel anything other than embarrassed and ashamed. 
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LOST He woke up dizzy. Everything made him nauseous. The taste of whiskey in his mouth, the smell of his own vomit. It was cold. All he wanted to do was go home but was too embarrassed. He was with his wife and kids. A simple shot of whiskey turned into a St Patricks Day drink fest. It wasn't long before he was staggering drunk around the house, expressing his love for his wife. It was cute at first, but then things went downhill. He began sharing a story from his time at war. A moment in his life he wanted to keep from his wife for fear of what she would think. He cried and shook and relived that moment. His wife told him to stop but he didn't listen. His girls watched confused. They saw their daddy crying. At that, he stormed out of the house and ran. Ran for what seemed like forever before passing out. He lay on the open field, staring up at the pink sky. His daughters would marvel at the color of the clouds right now. He wanted to be with them, with his wife. Wanted to say how sorry he was. Wanted this moment to fade away deep in his mind with the rest of his stories. Wanted to feel anything other than embarrassed and ashamed. #stories  #narrative  #shortstory  #storytime  #drama  #lost  #drinking  #stpatricksday  #drunk  #family  #author  #sky  #clouds  #tipsy  #hangover  #regrets  #war  #warstories  #wife  #kids  #writersofinstagram  #reading  #photography  #director  #actor  #producer  #help  #instagram  #memories  #scary 
THE PHONE

There's something to be said about a woman and her phone. Lose the purse, it's no biggie. Lose the phone however, and the world comes to an end.

Restaurant: @nook_bali

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THE PHONE There's something to be said about a woman and her phone. Lose the purse, it's no biggie. Lose the phone however, and the world comes to an end. Restaurant: @nook_bali #stories  #story  #storytime  #narrative  #funny  #realtalk  #phone  #purse  #restaurant  #nook  #asian  #bali  #indonesia  #food  #drinks  #menu  #nightlife  #dinner  #writersofinstagram  #writer  #reader  #vacation  #travel  #blogger  #adventure  #relax  #instagood  #mobile  #instagram  #destination 
IT'S ALL A BLUR

The last thing he remembered was the sign. Not the noise or the traffic. Not the late night drinking. Not even the fight he had with his wife hours earlier. It was the sign. Those bright pink letters calling to him. Telling him to go home. 
And if he listened, he would be at home. Apologizing to wife, making things right. If he listened, he wouldn't be in jail for manslaughter. If he listened, his life wouldn't be over. 
If only he listened.. Hotel: @favehotelsunsetseminyak

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IT'S ALL A BLUR The last thing he remembered was the sign. Not the noise or the traffic. Not the late night drinking. Not even the fight he had with his wife hours earlier. It was the sign. Those bright pink letters calling to him. Telling him to go home. And if he listened, he would be at home. Apologizing to wife, making things right. If he listened, he wouldn't be in jail for manslaughter. If he listened, his life wouldn't be over. If only he listened.. Hotel: @favehotelsunsetseminyak #stories  #story  #storytime  #narrative  #fiction  #filmdirector  #filmphotography  #film  #photography  #cinematography  #writer  #writersofinstagram  #reading  #shortstory  #bali  #indonesia  #crime  #regret  #accident  #sorry  #mistakes  #blur  #drinking  #alcohol  #latenight  #hotel  #entertainment  #producer  #actor  #instagram 
REGRETS 
Woman: This is not what it seems. Most people that walk by, they see me and think, poor lady. They don't take the time to talk. If they did, they'd know that I'm not poor. I'm retired. 
In my youth, I've done things most people don't get to do, and I've been to places you could only dream of. I've made mistakes and I've made good choices. I found love a couple times and I lost them too.

I'm not gonna bore with details, although if I did, you wouldn't be bored, trust me. Now I sit here and volunteer my time because I like it. Plus it's good on the bones to stay active. 
So don't feel sorry for me. I have no regrets.

Do you?

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REGRETS Woman: This is not what it seems. Most people that walk by, they see me and think, poor lady. They don't take the time to talk. If they did, they'd know that I'm not poor. I'm retired. In my youth, I've done things most people don't get to do, and I've been to places you could only dream of. I've made mistakes and I've made good choices. I found love a couple times and I lost them too. I'm not gonna bore with details, although if I did, you wouldn't be bored, trust me. Now I sit here and volunteer my time because I like it. Plus it's good on the bones to stay active. So don't feel sorry for me. I have no regrets. Do you? #stories  #story  #storytime  #narrative  #monologue  #actress  #beans  #cacao  #bali  #indonesia  #work  #jungle  #life  #woman  #livefree  #noregrets  #beautiful  #happy  #tourist  #travel  #blogging  #photography  #cinematography  #filmphotography  #filmdirector  #film  #writersofinstagram  #writer  #reader  #instagram 
CONVICTION

He always believed ducks were the most beautiful birds ever. The way they keep to themselves and look after each other. He saw them as a symbol for unity and believed no harm should ever come to them. 
When he'd go to restaurants and see duck on the menu, he'd feel disgusted and angry. 
Why? Why would anyone harm these beautiful creatures who could show us a thing or two about family?

He hated it. Yet as he stood there, looking at the display in front of him, he couldn't help but smile. Because what this showed was what he believed in entirely. That even in death, they were still a family. Unbroken and beautiful. 
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CONVICTION He always believed ducks were the most beautiful birds ever. The way they keep to themselves and look after each other. He saw them as a symbol for unity and believed no harm should ever come to them. When he'd go to restaurants and see duck on the menu, he'd feel disgusted and angry. Why? Why would anyone harm these beautiful creatures who could show us a thing or two about family? He hated it. Yet as he stood there, looking at the display in front of him, he couldn't help but smile. Because what this showed was what he believed in entirely. That even in death, they were still a family. Unbroken and beautiful. #stories  #story  #storytime  #narrative  #writersofinstagram  #writer  #reading  #conviction  #ducks  #restaurant  #bird  #family  #beautiful  #death  #cook  #chef  #unity  #photography  #cinematography  #filmphotography  #travel  #bali  #indonesia  #food  #quack  #instagram  #instagood  #snapshot 
GIRL'S NIGHT OUT 
Screw it she was doing it. She didn't care. Sure it may be Friday and sure she has to get up super early tomorrow to set up shop once again, to stand in the scorching sun, hustling her way through tourists just to make a buck. 
And yea maybe she didn't make enough today to afford a night on the town, but you know what? Who the heck cares?! It's not like she had kids to take care of, or a husband to go home to. She was young, single and still feeling good. 
Plus, she worked hard today. It's not like she sat on her rear-end watching foreigners walk by. She got in there and conversated. It's not her fault she didn't understand EVERY language spoken. She did her best. So a night was well deserved. 
She was gonna shower and put on her best outfit. Then she was gonna ride on the back of her brother's motorbike like the badass woman she is and there was nothing he could say. 
Because tonight... heck tonight was her night.

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GIRL'S NIGHT OUT Screw it she was doing it. She didn't care. Sure it may be Friday and sure she has to get up super early tomorrow to set up shop once again, to stand in the scorching sun, hustling her way through tourists just to make a buck. And yea maybe she didn't make enough today to afford a night on the town, but you know what? Who the heck cares?! It's not like she had kids to take care of, or a husband to go home to. She was young, single and still feeling good. Plus, she worked hard today. It's not like she sat on her rear-end watching foreigners walk by. She got in there and conversated. It's not her fault she didn't understand EVERY language spoken. She did her best. So a night was well deserved. She was gonna shower and put on her best outfit. Then she was gonna ride on the back of her brother's motorbike like the badass woman she is and there was nothing he could say. Because tonight... heck tonight was her night. #stories  #narrative  #storytime  #story  #shortstory  #ladiesnight  #girlsnightout  #girlsnight  #bali  #indonesia  #photography  #cinematography  #filmdirector  #film  #producer  #writersofinstagram  #writer  #reading  #author  #asian  #brother  #sister  #motorcycle  #dancing  #funny  #workhardplayhard  #badung  #happy  #friday  #instagram 
MOTHERHOOD

She held her granddaughter tight and stood strong and upright. Sure she was in her early sixties and struggling with arthoritis, but she refused to show signs of weakness. 
Her son was weak. He proved it when he left his daughter to be raised by her 63 year old grandmother. 
He surprised her because she always taught him the importance of family. But the pressures of fatherhood proved to be too much for him. Maybe if his wife had survived the labor, things would've been different for him. It's a lot easier to raise a child with two parents. Still, it was no excuse. I mean if he thought being a single father was tough, imagine being a sixty year old, arthritic senior raising an eight year old.

That's what concerned her. Not the responsibility of raising a child, it was the physical part. Mentally she was strong, nothing could break her. Her body on the other hand, was wearing down quickly. The last thing this child needed was to become a caregiver. 
Her knees began to tremble. She took a deep breath and looked at her granddaughter. 
Grandma: come on. Let's go inside. It's time for lunch. 
She turned and walked inside, wincing in pain with every step. This is going to be tough she thought. For a second, she doubted she could actually do it. 
Little did she know that 20 years from now, her granddaughter would grow up to be one of the most important and influential figures in history. 
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MOTHERHOOD She held her granddaughter tight and stood strong and upright. Sure she was in her early sixties and struggling with arthoritis, but she refused to show signs of weakness. Her son was weak. He proved it when he left his daughter to be raised by her 63 year old grandmother. He surprised her because she always taught him the importance of family. But the pressures of fatherhood proved to be too much for him. Maybe if his wife had survived the labor, things would've been different for him. It's a lot easier to raise a child with two parents. Still, it was no excuse. I mean if he thought being a single father was tough, imagine being a sixty year old, arthritic senior raising an eight year old. That's what concerned her. Not the responsibility of raising a child, it was the physical part. Mentally she was strong, nothing could break her. Her body on the other hand, was wearing down quickly. The last thing this child needed was to become a caregiver. Her knees began to tremble. She took a deep breath and looked at her granddaughter. Grandma: come on. Let's go inside. It's time for lunch. She turned and walked inside, wincing in pain with every step. This is going to be tough she thought. For a second, she doubted she could actually do it. Little did she know that 20 years from now, her granddaughter would grow up to be one of the most important and influential figures in history. #bali  #indonesia  #stories  #narrative  #motherhood  #child  #struggle  #fatherhood  #parenting  #kids  #grandma  #granddaughter  #singleparent  #raisingchildren  #photography  #cinematography  #dramatic  #writersofinstagram  #writer  #reading  #actress  #film  #director  #producer  #shortstory  #filmdirector  #script  #movie  #instagram  #life 
REBIRTH "And like tea dissolving in hot water, the sun dissolved in the sky… creating a velvet horizon, announcing for the stars’ night dance with the moon, the awaited joy for the wounded souls."
-Abeer Allen

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REBIRTH "And like tea dissolving in hot water, the sun dissolved in the sky… creating a velvet horizon, announcing for the stars’ night dance with the moon, the awaited joy for the wounded souls." -Abeer Allen #bali  #quotes  #abeerallen  #stories  #narrative  #shortstory  #arial  #sky  #rooftop  #indonesia  #travel  #explore  #adventure  #writersofinstagram  #reading  #simenyak  #rain  #cinematography  #photography  #morning  #beauty  #breathtaking  #instagood  #peaceful  #unknown 
INTO THE LIGHT

He took a deep breath in and opened his eyes. The curtains swayed, revealing the view in front of him. He smiled. It was just as he remembered it. The calm morning light, birds chirping in the distance, and her. His beautiful wife. A glowing Angel who's big brown eyes could see deep into his soul and touch his heart. 
Oh how he missed her so. He hadn't seen her in months, not since she passed. Losing her left a hole in his life and he couldn't bare it. And after a couple of months, his heart couldn't either. He fell into a deep sleep and woke up here. 
Only this time, he felt different. He wasn't tired or aching, he felt strong. He looked at himself and saw the wrinkles gone, the muscle alive in his body. He was young again. 
Wife: hey you. 
He looked up and saw his wife. Somehow, some way, they were brought back to their first morning together as a married couple.  He teared up with happiness. 
Wife: welcome home love. 
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INTO THE LIGHT He took a deep breath in and opened his eyes. The curtains swayed, revealing the view in front of him. He smiled. It was just as he remembered it. The calm morning light, birds chirping in the distance, and her. His beautiful wife. A glowing Angel who's big brown eyes could see deep into his soul and touch his heart. Oh how he missed her so. He hadn't seen her in months, not since she passed. Losing her left a hole in his life and he couldn't bare it. And after a couple of months, his heart couldn't either. He fell into a deep sleep and woke up here. Only this time, he felt different. He wasn't tired or aching, he felt strong. He looked at himself and saw the wrinkles gone, the muscle alive in his body. He was young again. Wife: hey you. He looked up and saw his wife. Somehow, some way, they were brought back to their first morning together as a married couple. He teared up with happiness. Wife: welcome home love. #storytelling  #stories  #storytease  #narrative  #love  #romance  #marriage  #husband  #wife  #passing  #journey  #heaven  #angels  #bali  #indonesia  #curtains  #view  #morning  #honeymoon  #vacation  #write  #read  #writersofinstagram  #director  #producer  #film  #actor  #actress  #shortstory  #instagram 
WRITER'S BLOCK

He stared at the line of chairs and went blank. There's a story there he knew it. Somewhere in his mind the narrative floated about in limbo, and he struggled to capture it. 
He typed whatever random words came to mind, hoping for the story to magically appear, but nothing came out. At least nothing that made sense. 
Then it hit him. It was vague and general, but it was there. His fingers began typing. And slowly but surely, the story began to flush out of his head.

He smiled. It was almost done... then the stuartist asked him to turn off his phone. 
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WRITER'S BLOCK He stared at the line of chairs and went blank. There's a story there he knew it. Somewhere in his mind the narrative floated about in limbo, and he struggled to capture it. He typed whatever random words came to mind, hoping for the story to magically appear, but nothing came out. At least nothing that made sense. Then it hit him. It was vague and general, but it was there. His fingers began typing. And slowly but surely, the story began to flush out of his head. He smiled. It was almost done... then the stuartist asked him to turn off his phone. #stories  #storytelling  #storytease  #narrative  #writersblock  #writer  #writersofinstagram  #reading  #humor  #funny  #almost  #toolittletoolate  #airport  #sf  #sfo  #flight  #flightattendant  #waiting  #instagram  #bored  #red  #chair  #international  #trip  #bali  #vacation  #readytorock 
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

When I was a little boy, I dreamt of being this important person. Someone people looked up-to. A father figure of sort, the kind I never had. 
As a teenager, I dreamt that one day I would be surrounded by women, that I'd have all their attention and be the luckiest guy in the world. 
And before I met my wife, I told myself that I would own a house and experience the world before settling down. 
I look back at these moments and sometimes think about how much I failed at doing any of that. But then I look at this photo and immediately laugh at myself. Because the fact of the matter is, I've accomplished everything and more. 
I live in my own house, surrounded by girls who give me all the attention I want and see me as the most important man in their lives. Since I've been married, I've travelled more than I ever have, to places I could only see in pictures, with the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the world! @abitofchic

The point I'm making here is, dreams do come true. You just need to wake up to see it. 
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WHAT DREAMS MAY COME When I was a little boy, I dreamt of being this important person. Someone people looked up-to. A father figure of sort, the kind I never had. As a teenager, I dreamt that one day I would be surrounded by women, that I'd have all their attention and be the luckiest guy in the world. And before I met my wife, I told myself that I would own a house and experience the world before settling down. I look back at these moments and sometimes think about how much I failed at doing any of that. But then I look at this photo and immediately laugh at myself. Because the fact of the matter is, I've accomplished everything and more. I live in my own house, surrounded by girls who give me all the attention I want and see me as the most important man in their lives. Since I've been married, I've travelled more than I ever have, to places I could only see in pictures, with the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the world! @abitofchic The point I'm making here is, dreams do come true. You just need to wake up to see it. #storytelling  #stories  #real  #love  #family  #biography  #mylife  #dreams  #dreamscometrue  #husband  #father  #kids  #wife  #daughters  #lovemylife  #californiadreaming  #valentinesday  #reading  #wakeup  #roses  #donuts  #heart  #travel  #housefullofgirls  #beautiful  #happylife  #happilymarried  #marriage  #romance  #instagram 
AFTER HOURS PART 1

My first chat story is out!
Download the @tapbywattpad app and enjoy the first part. Link in bio. 
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