"The Box 7 - Closer To Home?" {Story 7} The Box 7 - Closer To Home" {Story 7} Written by Damond Foster Gardner (2012) In Matteson, Illinois. 60443 The Box is nearly to an end. But what is going to happen at this time in the weird universe that "The Box" controls? Let us all find out. Another question. How fucked up is my brain injured mind right now... Not that damn bad, but I will write almost any damn thing. I think about some strange ass shit. I am a nice man, but shit happens in my brain. Just relax and enjoy these words and this made up story. If you don't, someone will. "This is crazy and fucked. Why am I here anyway. I have seen and been abused in so damn much unnecessary bullshit, what the fuck is going on now, and when will I be back in Matteson, Illinois." Damond said to no one other than himself. And as the time had been going, no answer. But he spoke aloud or in silence daily, even though he normally did not have much interest in speaking to anyone. But he heard a voice responding to him. "Sir, please help me. Where are you and who are you?" the questionable voice asked him. While listening, Damond knew that all of a sudden he was not the only man there. "Who in the unknown world that we are in are you?" Damond asked the voice he has not heard for quite a while. The voice responded, "Gene. Your damn cousin." said the unseeable man. Yes it was Eugene Crusto. They have not been around each other since Georgina's funeral. The last time Damond was back in his home town of Oakland, California. How did cousin Gene get here? Damond understandable, but Gene unthinkable. He was the smartest of them, but apparently, as Damond thought they we re both dumb assholes. After about an hour they were within inches of each other. This might be changed, I am not sure yet.

"The Box 4 - This Trap Continues" {Story 4} "The Box 4 - This Trap Continues" {Story 4} Written by Damond Foster Gardner (2012) In Matteson, Illinois 60443 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As I sit inside of Great Hope Missionary Baptist Church (my church) and listen to Pastor Cook give his sermon for this first Sunday within the month of November in the year of 2012 I have a strange feeling that something wrong is about to occur. And all of a sudden out of nowhere a "Box" appears next to me, while I am sitting in my pew. Out of curiosity I touch the thing, but it feels like I have just touched nothing but the air surrounding me. But mentally I knew that I touched something sitting next to me, and even though my eye sight is not as good as it used to be I know that I was able to see myself touching this "Box" that was right next to me... More to come. I am just now coming up with part 4 of this story. Mister Damond Foster Gardner

To those who like my writing more of my stories are nearing. Please give me about 1 or 2 weeks. My mind will stretch and continue doing what it has been doing. Just stay in touch and give me something to think about that you might want to read the way I write. You can email me at damond1966@yahoo.com if you want to. I respond to that faster.

The Box 7 - Closer To Home" Written by Damond Foster Gardner In Matteson, Illinois. 60443 The Box is nearly to an end. But what is going to happen at this time in the weird universe that "The Box" controls? Let us all find out. Another question. How fucked up is my brain injured mind right now... Not that damn bad, but I will write almost any damn thing. I think about some strange ass shit. I am a nice man, but shit happens in my brain. Just relax and enjoy these words and this made up story. If you don't, someone will. "Another fucking flash! Where the hell am I about to be. And who will I see and kill this time." Damond said while wondering. Mad that he was not home with Alice, Davon and Clayton. "This is crazy and fucked. Why am I here anyway. I have seen and been abused in so damn much unnecessary bullshit, what the fuck is going on now, and when will I be back in Matteson, Illinois." Damond said to no one other than himself. And as the time had been going, no answer. But he spoke aloud or in silence daily, even though he normally did not have much interest in speaking to anyone. But he heard a voice responding to him. "Sir, please help me. Where are you and who are you?" the questionable voice asked him. While listening, Damond knew that all of a sudden he was not the only man there. "Who in the unknown world that we are in are you?" Damond asked the voice he has not heard for quite a while. The voice responded, "Gene. Your damn cousin." said the unseeable man. Yes it was Eugene Crusto. They have not been around each other since Georgina's funeral. The last time Damond was back in his home town of Oakland, California. How did cousin Gene get here? Damond understandable, but Gene unthinkable. He was the smartest of them, but apparently, as Damond thought they we re both dumb assholes. After about an hour they were within inches of each other. I need some help from those that like my stories. I need ideas. I have a blank mind right now, give me some help please.

"Cain & Abel, A Story For The Twenty First Century" "Cain and Abel, Genesis 4 - A Story For The 21st Century" Written by Damond Foster Gardner in Robbins, Illinois 60472. At Alice Sue Carrington's house, my mother in law. And I love her VERY MUCH!!!!! And always will. "Am I my brothers keeper?" was all that Cain can remember saying to the Voice that he was hearing out of nowhere and nothingness. That is why he realized he has done the worst and wrongest thing he has ever done. Just that moment, he realized that he has upset the one to fullest. Abel, even though he made me jealous I have always known that my brother was a very good man, but now I will suffer. Why did I do what I did!? Went through Abel's mind. "Why did I do that to Cain. Why? I loved my brother everyday we were together." Abel questioned himself while he cried and became hateful at himself for what he had just done. But while he was burring and hiding his brothers body 6' and some change, he cared less. He was satisfied and very pleased that Cain was no longer breathing the same air. But the voice he had heard was far from pleased and happy. Cain was always good and respectful. During that time, one of the very few like him that were on earth. "Abel you belong to me, less than ever before. Never will you or those from your blood have a good #life. You have damned your own through eternity!" is what the Voice of the unknown raged throughout the universe that it had created. "Why have I done this to my beloved brother? I am lost without you." Cain said to himself on his way to mental purgatory. Only if Abel were still living Cain would not have bad things and thoughts haunting him now and through eternity. "Evil one, I have someone for you. Take him and do what you like doing. I no longer care of Cain." the Voice said to his no longer favorite and greatest doer. "Where do you think I should take him to so I can have my fun?" said the Evil one. "Your choice. Hell is your personal kingdom with many levels. Pick the one, or ones you desire. But never touch Abel, he is mine. Any other relative of Cain's personal blood belongs to you throughout eternity." the Voice said to the Evil one. With joy and happiness in its very being, the Evil one gladly vanished. 2012. He awoke and realised it was nearly 6 in the morning. Late, as far as he was concerned since he was use to rising around 4:15 every morning. Why did my brother not awake me at 4 this morning, like he swore that he would. Crossed through his mind. A few seconds after that thought crossed through his fully awakened mind the front door was closed and he heard keys land in the key holder bowl that sits on the counter the kitchen sink was in the center of. Figures, my brother is just now getting home after doing who knows what with some unknown married woman. If she wasn't married that will be surprise. This man thought as he was getting out of his bed. Andrew was the very good one of the two brothers. Curtis was nowhere near like that. He was not the wrong one, but not as good as his brother. Strange numerous people thought. Since they were identical twins everyone expected them to be the same. But they were not. Even though they have both graduated form UC Berkeley and were the best students in their classes, and had a grade point average of 5 point 0 when graduation day arrived (4 point 5 for each quarter), they were not alike, accept with intelligence. Personally, they were far apart. They both loved each other very much but at times Andrew would get upset with Curtis over binicial things. Why is Andrew angry with me Curtis would mentally ask himself from time to time, but shortly later just blow it off and continue doing whatever he was busy doing to keep himself and mind occupied. Especially if it were something to handle his science work. After all the two brothers were biological scientist, and the best on the entire planet compared to all others. With there intelligence, alone or combined, they made Albert Einstein look like he was an idiot. And we all know that is far from true, describing Mr. Einstein. "Andrew I expected you to wake me at 4 this morning but you were not here to do so. It's a good thing that I had to use the bathroom, otherwise I would not have awoken." Curtis said to Andrew as herd him sitting in his reclining chair. "I went out last knight and had more fun than I expected to. I intended to be walking through the front door around 3 this morning, which I did, but it was not our front door. Last knight became more than I expected it to be brother. Do not be upset, we don't even have to go to the laboratory for the next 3 days. Remember we have the second Friday (which is today) of this month off and the next two days are Saturday and Sunday. Our normal off days. Andrew responded to to Curtis, not sounding upset or irritated. Curtis found himself surprised at that. Now had Andrew responded negatively to Curtis that would have not surprised him at all, but this was unusual, Curtis was not sure if this was a set up. "Andrew, are you ok? Normally you would not respond in a way such as you just have." Curtis said to his brother while wonders were going through his mind. "Curtis, calm down. All is well, nothing wrong. After all this time I am finally trying to have a more positive manner, like the brother I have always loved. Last night it finally came to me. Brother, I am so sorry it has taken me so long to become sinceful