Generation Reese Episode 33- The silver lining…


 Mom and dad moved out in the middle of the night. They found a nice house just up the road. Morgan still lives in our childhood house. He refuses to leave. No worries because the house is completely paid for and our parents still pay the bills. He is so spoiled, I swear. Lindsey was extremely upset after Tarik left. She tried her hardest to reconcile to no avail. Eventually little Ivy will meet her father. Until, that day it is his loss. Mikaela moved back in with us a day or so before my birthday. She and Merle were having marital problems. It was so bad that Little Clary began to stress eat.  I’m no sure what was going on with Merle. Either way it was good to have everyone together again.


Lindsey threw me an amazing birthday party. It was a big surprise. I didn’t want to really celebrate especially after what happened with Tarik and Lindsey. However, she refused to let the day pass without putting something together. She has a knack for it.


Now that I am older, I can see my mother more and more in my face. Dad’s genes are ever-present, but Mom’s genes are stronger. Even Morgan looks like her which is awesome. All of the grandchildren resemble her as well. Lindsey said, ” You know what’s crazy, Wed. Even our descendants look like mom down to her dark hair and skin.” Mom is getting older now and I know that she is not going to live forever.


My nieces Clary and Mandy finally met. They seemed to hit it off instantly. I believe that all of the grandchildren are going to be as close as my sibs and I are. Family is so important to mom especially after her parents died. She decided to raise all of us first generation Reese’s to love one another. We rarely fight unless its over food. Even then it is not that’s serious.

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Just seeing us all together is wonderful. Now that we are all older and for the most part successful. We are the first generation of the Reese family from Sunset Valley. The second generation is growing rapidly. I wonder that they will accomplish.


Merle drank a little too much juice and staggered over to the jelly bean plant by the door. I guess the jelly beans look so good that he had to try them. Mom warned us to stay away from this plant but, I guess that slipped his mind.


He caught on fire a few minutes later. All that was left was a pile of ash on the ground.


Sadly Clary witnessed the entire thing. She stood crying her eyes out in the living room.


Dad started to cry as well when he saw Clary crying.


Morgan sobbed as well.


Death appeared which made everyone cry even more.

Merle did not look upset or scared when he faced death.

He just followed him with a smile on his face.

That was Merle for you.


We stood in silence in complete shock.


There was nothing that dad could say to us so he did not say anything. We all just hugged one another and the party ended.


Ivy learned how to walk that night. Lindsey held her close and cried. Sadly, Merle was not present.

He would have started dancing then walked into the room and tickled little Ivy.

Little Ivy will never know her awesome Uncle Merle.


I decided that I needed a change. So….this is what I came up with. It’s the best way for me to cope.


I miss Merle so much. He made sure to come see me even though we barely saw one another.


I put on my cap and gown choking back tears.


We all rode in my car to city hall for the graduation ceremony.


I’m glad that it was a dreary day and not sunny.


It was easier for all of us to cope.

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We took the time to take a family picture. Two generations together is truly a blessing.

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Lindsey made Clary her favorite Vegetarian Dim Sum when we came home.

She wanted to cheer her up.

It worked.


Meanwhile, Mikaela played with Ivy who was having a good time.

They both bonded together now that Mikaela is unemployed.


Clary glanced outside and saw a lady walking towards our door carrying a basket.


She rang the doorbell requesting to speak to Mikaela. Little did we know that Mikaela had gone to the adoption agency. She wanted to extend her family further, but every pregnancy test that she took revealed a negative result. Merle was against adoption even though he was adopted into our family.


Mikaela crouched down to pick up the boy. It was little boy. So, she named him Jase.


Jase fell right into the family so quickly once he came inside. He bonded with Ivy instantly.


Ivy saw Mikaela and abandoned her blocks to go to see. These two are seriously inseparable.


This is a close up of little Jase. He is such a sweetie pie and a charmer.


The best part is that Clary has fallen in love with her baby brother.


Mikaela worried about her reaction to Jase since she had been an only child for so long.

Yet, she hugged him immediately.


I think that they are going to be so close just like Mikaela was with Randi, Mike and Merle.


I am doing a lot better so I will keep you posted.




Hello everyone,


 Abby Rose from A Rose Is Still A Rose.

A new blog that I am working on.

As soon as it is up, I will post a link.

A big thank you to all of my readers.

I apologize for not updating sooner.

Here is a bit of an update:

I plan on creating a new blog for the next season of Generation Reese which I created in May of this year. There are three grandchildren who seem to be growing up fast. Once Wednesday heads off to college then I will decide which kid to narrate the story which will lead into the third generation. So far it is a toss up between Clary, Serena and Mandy. I will keep you posted.

Until then, check out…. The Nimmons Legacy which is nearing its second generation now that Olivia has found a boyfriend. I have my fingers crossed.

I want to free up this blog for more insightful posts and TV reviews.

Thank you again for checking out my blog.

Have a happy holiday and a pleasant day…


Bloody Romance: short story excerpt

This is an excerpt of a short story called Bloody Romance.

I have been working on this for nearly two years.

Feedback is welcome and encouraged.

Bloody Romance

Samuel Jones sits at his kitchen table reading the front page of the New York Times. An article on the economy catches his eye. It is something about the stock market. For the moment it has his attention one hundred percent. The sun is almost invisible outside on his left side above stainless sink fixtures that were installed a week prior. They go perfectly with marble countertop. The cellular phone hidden in his pocket vibrates nearly seven times before it went to voice mail. This is the second cell phone that he brought in the past year. The last one cracked in his fist after the accident.

His bronze skin shimmers under the fluorescent light in the ceiling. The waves in his brown hair hung down to his shoulders. It was a good time to cut his hair. Yet, he had not had the time. A hunger built inside of him. The words on the page grew blurry. Normally, he raids the refrigerator but, it was more than that. He desired something else but, was unsure of what. Up out of the chair, he rose abandoning the paper on the table.
Through the living room, he travels across the soft fabric of the rug with his bare feet trailing. It was the one his mom helped him pick out. It was the only thing that did not clash with his beige walls and sand colored furniture. Up a flight of steps, he turns to the right and made his way up a hallway towards a lone door. The smell of lavender and honeysuckle enters his nose. He grips the door knob with his right hand and slowly opening the door not making a sound.

A young woman is bent over with her back to him tucking the end of a cranberry comforter into a mattress. The sound of her heartbeat begins to mesmerize him. He watches her smoothing out the spread. Dark ebony hair hangs to the nape of her neck. A crimson glow kisses the cinnamon hue on her bare arms and legs. She wears an emerald sun dress and silver sandals on her feet. Upon realizing that someone is looking at her, she pauses turning around. A look of concern washes over her face as she sees who it was.

“Is anything wrong,” she asked. Sam shakes his head with a sigh He folds his muscular arms over his chest. He is wearing a dark-colored tank top and black jeans that hangs low on his hips. The woman starts to ask him another question but, before she can finish her sentence his hands are around her forearms. The initial shock sets in as she stares into his blue-green eyes. A single tear falls from her eyes as she swallows.
Her heart pounds as he leans in placing his cheek against hers. The feeling makes her uncomfortable. Something is not right; she feels it in her gut. A first instinct is to try to break away from him and run. However, there is no telling how he would react. So, she stays still as Sam rubs his cheek against hers.

“It will be alright,” Sam said attempting to calm her. He runs his hands up to her shoulders and caresses her soft skin. Gently, he wipes away all of her tears. “Don’t cry, Laurie,” he says. A faint scent wafts through her pores along with the sweat that gathered at the small of her back. His eyes follow a glistening trail of sweat as it slid down her chest in-between her breasts and disappeared down lower. What he would give to follow it further down.

All of a sudden he winces as a pair of fangs tore through his gums. The feeling is excruciating as the teeth lowered filling his mouth with the bitter taste of his own blood. It is something that he will eventually become use to or so he told himself. He then swallows down the blood and it absorbs into his system. His pale pink lips part which reveals his sharp teeth as he lets out a sigh. Laurie stares in horror unable to understand what she sees. Her fear makes the blood within her veins pound. The sound was like the rhythm to a song. It is almost like an ominous melody that leads to a climax or a character’s early death. He shuts his eyes and listened to it allowing himself to slip into a trance. As he sways slightly, Laurie stares at him. There is no telling what he is going to do to her.

His eyes open slowly as Sam starts taking shallow breaths. A glazed over look is present. The hunger within takes control forcing his hand as he turns Laurie’s face to the right. Her jugular vein pulsates under her skin. Slowly, he traces his lips with his tongue as saliva builds in his mouth. One quick strike and he will be satisfied. For her, the pain will be excruciating and a small wound left on her throat.
Sam is fully aware that by doing so he will lose a very valuable person. She came to work for him a year ago. She agreed to work for him until her father’s debt was expunged. In exchange, he would shelter her. It is not her fault that he has been bitten. Nor was it her fault that he happens to be a shut in. The sunlight became his kryptonite that he avoids at all costs. His time of feeding is always late. Usually, his victims are women but, sometimes men. He makes it a point not to discriminate. Blood is blood. Each taste is different some bitter most sweet. Yet, Laurie’s blood is what would calm him.

“This won’t hurt a bit,” he replied, “I promise.”