ok, I'll admit, I haven't been working on this novel at all. I have been drafting the plot in my head since I had the idea but just now started to put it down. I typed this at 4:19 in the morning so if It ins't my best of work, tell me and I'll get rid of it and start anew.

peace

iceman!

WHEN THE SPIRIT KEEPERS CAME TOGETHER

Prologue:

This is the story of when hell froze over....when gods turned their backs on man...when Leaha stopped dying her hair and when the country of Mexico gave Mara permanent citizenship; This is the story of Spirit Keepers. Over the years, you post, reply, and read the wonderful works of even more wonderful people. You can almost see them...hear them....and soon, they become close friends. It would be then, inevitable that the community comes together to truly see, truly hear, and truly befriend.

Chapter I

The community was in an uproar. Excitement was fever pitch. I kept wondering about the following: Will leaha bring her fish? Will Mara try to sell Makeup, will Samie greet me with a terrific I-C-E M-A-N cheer, and will Jody have the infamous GOLD hammer? all of these questions would soon be answered at the first ever Spirit Keepers Meet and Greet awards. The first obstacle was where to meet. Leaha didn’t want to be around rednecks running around with beer bellies I didn’t want to be around yanks eating lobster and Mara didn‘t want cold climate nor farm ground. Jody was thinking about having the event at her house and Leaha thought it a novel idea, for she could bring her fish and put them in Jody’s outdoor miniature pond. however, the need for big space became the concern and Mara had the answer. We, Spirit Keepers would meet in CANCUN!

The first day was for meeting only. The community would arrive on the beach and an introduction would occur. Getting there was AN EXPERIENCE, let me tell ya. I kept asking for directions and all I got in response was Spanish rambling. Finally I said, �?Do you know-o where-o senora la-MARA be-o? the name instantly Rung a bell and he pointed to a road that led to the beach. Whilst driving, I saw half naked super-models flirting with Mexicans for some small talk. I quickly and repetitively cursed my parents for not being Latino. 10 miles later, I spied a road sign MARA/Beach-first left. Once I was at the desired location, I hastily found a parking space. SOON, I realized why Mara wanted to come here. EVEN the ghost must have tans at this place! It was a scorching 110 degrees and The half-naked Super models were in fact nuns who, as I later found out, dress in more layers than MOST. I walked down the sandy slope of the white sand beach. Waves crashed onto the shore. Shells laid exposed to tourist and the tourist lay exposed to the sun. Over to my right, I spotted Leaha with a poster with the words Leaha and Fish. I walked over to her and introduced myself. “Uh-Leaha? is that you ?

“Uh-you can’t read country boy?�?I looked at the poster and replied �?I thought it was a new seafood cafe.�?“Funny, I couldn’t leave him there all alone in Maine�?With quick and sudden wit, I said �?why, would he freeze up there or just be the only one up there period?�?After the stare-down between the Polar inhabitants of the Mason Dixon planet, a pleasant yell was heard. �?Mark Dearest and Leaha DEAR!�?�?Leaha, why did you bring your GRANDMOTHER!?�?�?I didn’t.... ice, that’s samie.�?Sure enough, it was she. Not far from her was the only Mexican member of Spirit Keepers-Mara. Mara was decked out in traditional Mexican style and samie was a knock-out with her KELLY-Green cheerleading outfit. “Glad you could make it�?said Mara jubilatiously. �?We just followed the Nail polish�?With this, Leaha laughed �?Speak for yourself, I just followed vogue magazines.

To be continued

Chapter TWO:

Soon, Spirit Keeper members found their way to the paradisiacal beach. There was Usen, god’s favorite canuck, Jonathin, Spirit Keeper’s Own gifted writer, Cope, who puts the ING in captivating poetry, Jody, complete with MC hammer pants, and many others. Everyone went around guessing at who the others were. From behind, a female voice asked �?You must be iceman?�?.... �?How can you tell?�?I am burnin�?up out her�?“Well if I didn’t ....I do now with that accent and Your wearing a Dean for president T-shirt, your the only one that would care about that sort of thing.�?

“please call me mark, and the pleasure is mine...uh... �?It’s Sandra�?

“SANDRA!! I should have known by your distaste for LIBERALS�?How are you doin�? great to see ya!�?

�?likewise, it’s hard not to be anything but great in a place like this. I feel like I will wake up anytime now�?

�?and vote liberal?�?

�?no, stop talking to one�?/P>

“oh--�?/P>

After the deading of small talk, a male voiced loomed close by “GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY�?That voice sounded vaguely familiar.....the gruffly, Yankee, and military voice of....of...JC?.�?

What are you doing here, man? Thought you were done with us? “A soldier is never done, private, they are on leave!�?With that, his personality breaks and the real JC starts to come forth. �?I wanted to see everyone and I heard the nuns here were incredible.�?

“I didn’t know you were catholic.�?replied Sandra

�?I am NOW�?/P>

JC and I chuckled while Sandra stood there wondering how she could be surrounded by such pigs.

Sandra left our company to talk to leaha and Fish.

�?what kind of woman brings a fish with her, jc?�?/P>

“An un-sel-fish one?�?/P>

�?I wonder how she got though the air-port with a fish bowl�?

“probably put it in a turban�?

“Wouldn’t she look like Marge Simpson?�?/P>

“too true, too true�?/P>

He went into a rambling rage about how Unions were the backbone of America. Usually, I would be more than willing to agree with him but that day was different. All of these people were there together under the same flock of Sea-Gulls. Walking around on the hot sand, I bumped into Jody. She was sipping on a drink. Her MC hammer pants clashed her personality for, If not for her age, I would have thought she would be packin�?a 9 or moonwalkin�?on the heaps of sand.

Hey, hey, hey Jody...what’s happenin�? I was awaiting her to say something that matched her sense of style such as Yo, sup dawg, I’m chilla like Vanilla.

�?Why hello, Ice...�?

“Please, call me mark, ice isn’t a word out here.....�?/P>

The chat was wonderful and the day was about to be over. The morrow served it’s purpose. A meet and Greet day was established and it went remarkably well. I felt as if I have seen these faces before. All were words, history of post and replies, now with flesh and in Mara's case, MAKEUP! The following day would be the awards ceremony and Jody appointed me Special Host of the event. We would be staying at a tropical hotel and would use the auditorium for our great get-together. Mara thought it just a place of great room service and cheap margaritas. It was unknown, at the time, that the place had a deeper, darker aura. History had crept up and down the stairs of this magnificent hotel and Spirit Keepers would soon read the pages.....

Chapter Three:

The following day, at 9 o clock , I took the stage of the auditorium and gathered the attention. I would later wonder what gathered the attention more. Was it my constant babbling of silence or was the rarity of me being in a tux. I could hear the penguin jokes as soon as I climbed into it.

�?May I have your attention, may I have your attention.�?I wasn’t exactly asking, it was more a demand. Spirit Keepers will now Hold the first ever SK awards.�?�?before we begin, I would like bow our heads tonight and pray ....pray that after tonight, we will never have to see such HIDEOUS pants belonging to that woman over there! ( the spot light was instantly shone on Jody).

�?Our first award goes to Most compassionate member of the year�?To announce the award, I would like to welcome USEN.�?Canadian Flags were waving...the national anthem was Blaring.....well...it was actually Jc smoking a fat Maple Leaf. Usen took the spotlight and announced the winner of most compassionate member... JODY. This time, a more favorable spotlight was shown and she stood up and walked toward the stage. �?Thank you all...thank you Spirit Keepers, I would like to think that everyone here is compassionate....it’s hard not to be, we are all like brothers and sisters here. Oh, and Ice, compassionate doesn't mean FORGIVENESS ! BAHAHAHAHAHA. Usen started to sing his National Anthem and I had to forcefully take the mic away. �?Thank you usen....�?Now for Our second and Third award of the night. �?Poetry is an art....a skill that many process and many do not.�?These two awards will honor the great poets of our community .�?Announcing the Poet of year...the winner goes too ( drum roll please .....WHERE ARE MY DRUMS!!!!?) BLUEFOX!!! Congratulations are in order.�?/P>

A great smile of pride enveloped his being as he reached the stage and he started to speak...

�?Thank....thank you, thank you all

For I have had a ball

Thank you, thank you all

For picking me up

after every fall�?

“Thank you Blue Fox....uh, SECURITY, who LET HUMPTY IN HERE!?�?Now for the second award. Members works page award could be written prose or poetry, however can not be the same as the poet of the year�?I feel like this person is truly an artist with words. He or she has the ability to move mountains with such poetic ease. This poet is Simply amazing....and The award goes to ( has anyone GOTTEN THE DRUMS YET?) COPE!�?

Cope said her words of thanks and the curtain closed for a session.

TO be continued