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"MUD LOVE TROLL"
This is an introduction to Autistic Troll ,Craig, a 60-year-old man sent from Canada, who'll do anything to watch Dixie. For awhile, he peeked into her tall windows of an historic main floor apartment, while standing on a brick slab, at night. He also sends nasty dream flashes when she dozes on the couch. He must inspire her to love him at all costs. She understands it all now. She's his prisoner.
A novel by M R Thoreson, a story of torture by an Autistic Troll , a murder, and a wonderful love story about Dixie and Hudson, she hasn't seen in five years. Yes, she's become trapped by a Troll who lives below her. The landlord hopes she'll break the lease.
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Sunday, her dream is just as bad. It shows her leaning over Deke, her high school sweetheart who gave her up. She has her arms around his neck. Then, she tells him, “I love you so much, but I hate you, too.” She realizes he’s come as an archetype to represent the Troll. Just another nuisance nightmare created by a Demon spinning sexual webs using an archetype. Craig clacks so much, that morning, she quits watching her movie on low, to vacuum. (She vacuums a long time and leaves it running a while, too.)
INTRODUCTION
THE WINTER WRATH, BLUE HEART TROLL
by M R Thoreson
The Winter Wrath introduces an Autistic Troll who is able to communicate with a woman only to torture her, in the hope she'll offer him sex in various ways, with or without her knowledge. He has abilities to use mental powers that we may never understand. This is because he's been raised, more than likely, in neglect and loneliness, unable to reach out because he's been taught to live being withdrawn and quiet, not understanding what is happening to him. Some of these children are not even able to speak. This is Autism.
This data has been incurred by human suffering, a woman living close to the vicinity where an Autistic Troll lives. She is confined, more than likely, unaware at first what she's experiencing. Landlords of these women should be informed by police or social workers to let the woman get away. She's been held a prisoner of a mentally ill narcistic man, who is unable to feel empathy. She'll finally escape after months of brainwashing and sexual visions sent by a Troll's necessary inescapable authority.
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Author shows symptoms of the Autistic Troll, how he uses his mind to control
Professional caregiver explains (with examples) how Native American women have been ruthlessly treated for generations. Living on reservations, they have even fewer rights with the local jurisdiction.
If you want to help the disabled, turn in the parents who make fun of young boys with Autism, or they neglect and abuse them. Because of the way the boy is raised, the Autistic Troll has been identified as one who wishes to torture women. And no, he doesn't need to partake in drinking, smoking, or drug habits, although one did smoke marijuana. If the boy is lucky, he'll have a computer to play with.
This is a story about anger and lack of empathy among young autistic men who turn to torture to satisfy their needs. It's important to flaunt their ability and devise dreams to filtrate into a woman's head. While the Autistic Troll would like to share sex with his victim, he's not necessarily wanting sex. He's looking to torture and plan his entrance into her mind, even if it's just to see how she reacts to his sweet love making. He's actually pulling her former lover into her head, so he can enjoy her enthusiasm as his own, by using an archetype.
BLUE HEART TROLL
"Your timing is perfect."
“Alright, I’ll see you at the house. Don’t forget to turn your lights on.”
Once there, Lester answers the door in black dress pants, a crisp blue long sleeved cotton shirt, and black calf monk strap dress shoes, (they have a double strap across the top.) Very becoming. He offers Carol a seven-up. He has a gin and tonic. They sit in the living room talking.
“Where do you want to eat, Carol?” he asks.
She answers, “Oh, I don’t know. You’re the expert. I have three kids to feed and no escort to go to restaurants, so that should explain everything.”
Lester calls later, “How did it go today? Did you get anything done?”
Carol laughs. “What a silly question. You know I couldn’t wait to get over there to start. But you weren’t in your office, so I had to pick up the work order without a hug. No, I’m kidding.” And she laughs again.
“No, you’re all good,” Lester says with emotion. “If you would’ve asked, you would’ve got a hug.”
“Well, speaking of that,” and Carol hesitates, “Guess what?”
“I can’t guess, Carol, so tell me. Hurry. Go!”
“I got my divorce decree in the mail. I’m free now!”
Lester pauses to take this in, “Interesting,” he says. “I’m not sure how to go forward now. We have had such a good working relationship.”
#3--THE WINTER WRATH
BLUE HEART TROLL
by M R THORESON
Then, Al got mad over some trivial thing and smashed her new guitar to pieces. He hid the cruel trick by picking it all up, to neatly put it into his gray Ford F-100 truck, to haul it to the dump. Later, he took the cigarette lighter Carol’s dad gave her, to smash it to bits on the sidewalk. Plus, he ran out of money the end of the month, so he hocked her portable typewriter her dad gave her. She didn’t realize it was gone for weeks. Her heart was broken.
DREAMWEAVE BOOKS
Psalms 18:6-19
King James Version
In my distress, I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears. Then, the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth. There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies. At the brightness that was before him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies. At the brightness that was before him his thick clouds passed, hail stones and coals of fire. Yea, he sent out his arrows, and scattered them; and he shot out lightnings, and discomfited them. Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O Lord, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils. He sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me. They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the Lord was my stay. He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.
You'll Know
from "Of Phillip's Ghost, Poetry"
by M R Thoreson
On and on a chord does play, a song, a melody
Lingers, and 'round my face your kisses
Come, to hold me to your fingers. But that
Was long ago, and now, I'd be so gay if you
Should just appear, to lovingly entertain.
I do so miss your shoes
A PSALM OF THANKSGIVING
2 Then Jonah prayed to the Lord his God from the belly of the fish, 2 saying, “I called to the Lord, out of my distress, and he answered me; out of the belly of Sheol I cried, and thou didst hear my voice.
3 For thou didst cast me into the deep, into the heart of the seas, and the flood was round about me; all thy waves and thy Billows passed over me. 4 Then I said, ‘I am cast out from thy presence; how shall I again look upon thy holy temple?’
5 The waters closed in over me, the deep was round about me; weeds were wrapped about my head at the roots of the mountains. I went down to the land whose bars closed upon me for ever; yet thou didst bring up my life from the Pit, O Lord my God. 7 When my soul fainted within me, I remembered the Lord; and my prayer came to thee, into thy holy temple.
8 Those who pay regard to vain idols forsake their true loyalty. 9 But I with the voice of thanksgiving will sacrifice to thee; what I have vowed I will pay. Deliverance belongs to the Lord!” 10 And the Lord spoke to the fish, and it vomited out Jonah upon the dry land.
Then, that morning, Hudson calls to blow her away. It’s going on five years, for God’s sake. Well, she had sent him a couple of cards, but he texted her one day, to tell her to stop. So she did. She thought it meant it would be the forever end. “Hey Dix,” he says. She answers, “I guess I’d know this voice anywhere.” Suddenly, she’s shy like she doesn’t have enough make-up on. But he can’t see that. “What’s going on, Hud? I’ve missed you, but I know it’s my fault, for that.” “That’s okay,” he relents. “I’m calling to see if you’re terribly busy. I mean, I was wondering if you’d like to see my place?” “What kinda place we talking about?” “A little holler type of building, a chalet. It’s a little restaurant in the woods.”
NORWEGIAN DOORS
Excerpt from "Of Phillip's Ghost, Poetry" by M R Thoreson
If oft I send a letter speaking of a distant song, one land I never see and that's most likely the Swedes on a watered keel
Once a ship I rode for pleasure but Swedish arms grew slack, but never did I remonstrate that I did not sail on back.
For Thor had many sons, see, they keep his name to date. But few to keep, the daughters are the pride of Norway's fame.
For while the Viking sailed the seas, his women barred their doors. And if one ill kept visiting fleet arrived on their good shore,
strong sons kept arms a'plenty and drinks lined sturdy tables. Sarah, heavy with coming child, up there was her gun.
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THEN, CLAINE TRIES SOMETHING _________________________________________________
The next morning, Claine cracks the ceiling at half past seven, just loud enough for her to hear it. Because she’d told him off the day before, while she dozed on the couch later, he got retribution. And she wasn’t even fully asleep. She was half awake, but not ready to open her eyes. She was careful, however, to ignore what he sent up. Prior to the dream flash, he’d been softly poking various spots on the ceiling, like it was the wind cracking it, below her. At one point, he made sure to poke the ceiling lightly right below her head.
Dream Flash: The Troll sprays a cream-colored horse lying in a pasture. But that isn’t enough. So, a few minutes later, she sees a hazy mist where there is a round deep hole. A key is being put into it slowly. It’s like the Troll is inconspicuously trying to encourage her to have ceiling sex. End. Then, about half an hour later, she hears, “You made a fool of me.”
A day later, he attacks her in a nightmare. He doesn’t try to wake her. Dream: It seems I’m in a large place like a job. I’m engaging in work chores with two men. We get along fine. But when I go to my room, it seems I’m naked on top. Then, one of the men rushes in to attack me. My arms are flailing, trying to fight him off. But he’s pushing, and I feel pain across the left side of my chest. When I fully wake, it’s with a grimace of fear and pain on my face. End.
Carol realizes the Troll really does have a demon. She could feel the pain right thru the dream. That’s very unusual. In fact, that’s what woke her. Not only that, later she’ll see an inch and a quarter long red slash on the back side of her left arm. That’s the arm she mainly held up against the attack. She has no clue where the slash came from. She really wants to move now.
Why secrets keep my words? Most likely on days of sunshine, my hours are spent to run, and little words, touching tunes, I sing to my tiny son. Born one day, I minded not that he could not know my songs.
For he must take a time to witness all that he could enchant. But closed in hours of day? 'Tis because a dream could weave such boys to make a mother wonder.
DREAMWEAVE II, ANALYZING PSYCHIC DREAMS
by M R Thoreson
Excerpt from Dreamweave
Lea's aunt comes as an Archetype for stepmom, Marla. She cares for Lea's child. This aunt is a troubling influence. Dream: At my aunt's house, there's a step down behind a bar. I see cat feces. My aunt says, "I'm too busy with the cabin to clean it." I tell my daughter to clean it, but I end up cleaning it with my daughter. End. Marla's husband bought a new house and cabin by the lake. Lea and her daughter need to speak to Marla about visitation. But Adele, the daughter, has been in Idaho with a boyfriend. Dream: I wear shorts and nylons. I look at long ponytail curls over my shoulder. My dad says, "Your mom will stay in Idaho a few days." It's Adele who has the long hair and nylons. I look through shoes. There's a big boot, and shoes without mates, green and pink. I'll miss my first class by looking at the wrong clock. End. (All Lea can do is try trusting Marla. The dad comes to discuss the daughter. The shoes show the boot for a husband who should make decisions, but there's only one boot. Marla is running the business, but mismatched shoes show it's not a path run right.
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1 Samuel 17:45-49 RSV
45 Then David said to the Philistine, “You come to me with a sword and with a spear and with a javelin; but I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. 46 This day the Lord will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you down, and cut off your head; and I will give the dead bodies of the host of the Philistines this day to the birds of the air and to the wild beasts of the earth; that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel, 47 and that all this assembly may know that the Lord saves not with sword and spear; for the battle is the Lord’s and he will give you into our hand.”
48 When the Philistine arose and came and drew near to meet David, David ran quickly toward the battle line to meet the Philistine. 49 And David put his hand in his bag and took out a stone, and slung it, and struck the Philistine on his forehead; the stone sank into his forehead, and he fell on his face to the ground.
THE ONSLAUGHT OF GYPSY
excerpt from
The Unicorn's Travel, Poetry
by M R Thoreson
She would drain the fields until they did end, best at the bottom, the potato pure stench. The apricot orange lingered long in her mouth. Moments they shared, then his smiling lips talked, telling her of ventures he'd have, like a strawberry crush. The taste of his mouth, he didn't smoke, behind them Talk, Talk, the song's look, a spirit enduring, rare knowledge, a part of his heart, cold wind it blew
His smiling lips talked, telling her to maintain, his instinct to act, spirits so forward to help from the dark, his hand clutched the arbor rack. The sweet purple rose with sharp cutting spikes, then her laugh echoed to see his pain, she with nary a kiss from her man not knowing his whereabouts, she'd waited like a gypsy to be caught, a spirit would find him with kisses on his face, escaping with a drink at midnight
LESTER MEETS CAROL AT THE CASINO ACCIDENTALLY
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She walks amidst the people gaming, to suddenly stop, to get her bearings. She looks to her right and to her surprise, she sees Lester about four rows down, looking to his left. Then, their eyes meet and Carol starts walking toward him. Apparently, he’s with one of his apartment managers who drove him down.
Lester asks, “You want to go into the lounge to have a seven-up?”
She laughs, “You remembered I don’t drink. That would be fine. Then, I’ll have to go out on the floor to play some games.”
“We could meet up later, if you like,” he says.
“Are you staying the night? Do you want to meet us in the hot tub near the pool? Or you could come to my room. It’s 344, right by the pool,” she explains.e.
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MAKING OF BREAD
Excerpt from "THE OPEN DOOR, POETRY"
by M R Thoreson
Inside the traveling car we escape, I know what you are as we run away, the dirt on the road, it catches my shoes, this is how I stay longer, longer with you. You step on hard pavement going to the store, buying apparel for the ones you care for, not cruel, just too giving wanting to share
Song of Solomon 8:11-14 RSV
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Ba′al-ha′mon;
he let out the vineyard to keepers; each one was to
bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, my very own, is for myself;
you, O Solomon, may have the thousand,
and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.
13 O you who dwell in the gardens,
my companions are listening for your voice;
let me hear it. 14 Make haste, my beloved,
and be like a Gazelle or a young stag
upon the mountains of spices.
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