Day: May 10, 2025

A young woman goes on a one mile run
on the side of a country highway,
24, beautiful, a nurse tending the sick
in a small rural town, population 300.
A safe haven, hardly ever any crime.
The young women never returns home
from her run.

A search is conducted. She is not
found.

A man reports to the police that he
saw her running at a specific location
on the highway.

Days later, her body is found buried
under some leaves without her clothes.

A day later, the police have a suspect.

The man who reported seeing her on
the highway.

He’s from a respected family in the
community, has a wife and 3 kids.

At first he said he accidentally hit her
with his car and buried her out of fear.

His alibi proves false. He knocked her
out, violated her and murdered her.
And he gets put in prison for life.

Sadly in this world, that the Catholics
call the veil of tears, nowhere is
completely safe.

It’s heartbreaking and beyond tragic
that so many women and girls are
brutally taken out of this world.

An estimated 140 daily.

Bob Boyd

You decide to visit haunted houses
In the city you live in.
An exciting event in your life.
A fun night with potential thrills.
A tour for a bargain price.
Six haunted houses in all.
The first five a bust.
No ghosts. No thrills.
Number six does not disappoint.
The air chills, feels heavy.
You get the feeling something is watching you
You sense it is dangerously evil.
By now you are freaking out.
And wishing you never went on the tour.
You excuse yourself.
And get the hell out of the house.
You jump in your car and drive home,
Relieved to be safe
And out of that evil house.
At your home you undress
And change into your night clothes.
You get in bed and turn out the light.
The air in your bedroom
Gets chilled and feels heavy.
You scream louder than ever in your life
Before you pass out.

Bob Boyd

I read in the local mainstream news some werewolves have volunteered at a hospice in the city I live in.

At first, I thought it was a dark ploy to savage patients who’d be easy prey.

But as I read the article further, I saw that the werewolves had been helping out there for a month with no patients harmed.

In fact, “some of the patients miraculously got well, as if the werewolves had supernatural healing powers.”

Near the end of the article it concluded werewolves were really nice people who just happened to be murderous monsters; it also read, “Who among us is perfect anyway?”

Then I realized the werewolves were just up to a PR campaign for damage control.

And by the way the mainstream news was attempting to make them saintlike and worthy of veneration, I could see the werewolves had paid them serious money to write the BS puff piece about them, just like celebs do.

I’ve no doubt that once the werewolves’ PR stunt is over, they’ll go back to ripping people to pieces when full moons and dark nights kill off any impulse controls they might have had.

But I suspect you won’t hear a peep out of the mainstream press because it won’t fit their narrative, and they’re still beholden to the werewolves PR campaign’s largess.

This werewolf news nonsense is like the fake news puff piece they ran a week ago about reformed vampires sucking ketchup out of plastic bottles instead of draining the blood out of flesh and blood humans.

Yeah, sure. Like that’s believable.

Bob Boyd

I hear the train rumbling by my apartment.
I feel it too.
It shakes the entire apartment building a bit,
even though the train track is about 300
feat away.

Some trains just clatter down that track.
They don’t make a stir in this apartment
building, but you can always hear then
when they pass by.

Sometimes when I hear or feel them, I
wonder what it would be like to be on
one of those trains headed for whether
they go.

A spontaneous adventure to some distant
location.

Maybe to almost heaven West Virginia.
I drove through parts of WV before, and it
did look like almost heaven.

Or maybe the train would stop at Richmond,
Virginia.

I’ve been there, and when I was there it seemed
like a nice city, a great place to live, but that was
about sixty years ago, and towns and cities
have a way of changing with the years.

Sometimes for the best. Sometimes for the
absolute worst.

The train. The rumbling. And the shaking
have passed.

Everything is back to normal again, even my
thoughts of getting one on of those trains
and going nowhere planned.

But I would like to be on a train with sleeper
car someday going somewhere I’ve never been.

Bob Boyd

Worked out 3 times a week for decades,
and he wanted to work out tomorrow,
but with his 3 times a week workout
he had to wait till Sunday.

Then he got an idea. Break with your
workout tradition and work out every
other day. And maybe despite low T
you’ll see some meager muscle gains.

It seemed almost like a sacrilege to
the sacrosanct 3 days a week workout,
and he wondered if it could lead to
overtraining with attendant symptoms.

But he researched it and found every
other day was better for muscle growth,
and maybe it would jump start his
old muscles and pump up some gains
despite the low T and the sarcopenia.

Now he’s excited and can’t wait till
tomorrow to start his new every other
day workouts.

And since he loves to work out, more
will be more than welcome to him.

Bob Boyd