River front homes

17 Jan

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Day 17 « A picture says what?
We’ve got awesome riverfront condominiums located alongside the picturesque Mathare River Valley now available. Make the move now! We’re offering multiple home styles with a variety of dirt floor plans to choose from. … read more…

7600 Still River Way, Sacramento, CA 95831 | MLS# 10004310
Location Information. Cross Street Address: Still Breeze; Directions: I-5 Exit Pocket-right on W.Shore,left on Lake Front right into Stillwater gate.Left on Still River Way to property on left; Map Book: Thomas Brothers (PL,SA); Map Coordinates: 336 J-3 … Views of 7600 Still River Way, Sacramento, CA 95831. Don’t stop here! Keep scrolling to see photos & prices of similar homes that recently sold. … read more…

11428 Sabalo Way, Gold River, CA 95670 | MLS# 10004308
For sale: 4 bed, 3 bath, 2307 sq. ft. house located at 11428 Sabalo Way, Gold River, CA 95670 on sale for $354900. MLS# 10004308. Nicely kept Gold River home with 4 bedrooms and 3 full baths. One… … Property Information. Parcel #: 069- 0740-044-0000; Subdivision: Gold River Station; Uncovered Patio; Fenced (Back); Automatic Sprinkler (Front & Rear); Zoning: Rd 7 … read more…

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Open Question: I am looking for a book with a blue and white watercolor of a boat on the front?
The book is about 2 families set on a river in side by side cottages. One family of three girls
and one familey of two boys. The book starts by a the middle girl being called back to her
once home in the cottage. She meets the younger son and together they solve the murder
of her older sister. It was commited by the older lifeguard.brother. The clue is hidden in a puzzle key
chain and buried in her old cottage lawn. Then she married the younger brother. Among
the happenings in the book is her running off in the boat to fish with her young negro friends
on the river. It also has a scene under the blueberry bushes before you get to the river.

Resolved Question: How do you get real justice for crooked cop?
I thought this cop was my friend but, it’s obvious now he’s more interested in my beautiful wife who is divorcing me, won’t tell me why, talk to me, explain herself, nothing! I’ve done nothing wrong. This cop has lied to me since day one about his involvement and what he new about my stolen property (wife’s doing),.even witnessed her giving it to her relative. He changed his personal cell # after I called to question him. I had told her to leave this time (what I thought would be a few days), because I was tired of putting up with her bad attitude and behavior towards me and I always left before. A month later she threaten me with a restraining order to try to get me kicked out of my house. Then it was a separation, still hadn’t given me any chance talk. I said she could have the house if this is the way it’s going to be. I wanted the kids to be able to come back home and I didn’t want to live with memories there. Then it’s a divorce, forv whatever reason and I still get served with a R/O but it doesn’t mention anything about the house, I was still there and looking for a place. The R/O instead said in her writing I had been physically abusive for the past 6 months. A blatant lie,yet she has been with me several times. Her attorney had it dismissed the day of the hearing because I had her aunt subpeonad to testify she asked my wife if I would ever hurt her or our kids. She told her aunt the truth (this time), No. The R/O was just replaced wioth her divorce papers that saidf I would never haver contact with her ever again. 27 years of giving my life to her and this is what I get. They had to amend the papers to saqy , I could call her anytime, to talk about the kids, give her 12 hour notice and pick them up at curbside. I still haven’t seen my kids and it’s been 7 months. She calls me wanting something, she threatens me several times and never lets me talk and continues to violate the custody agreement and her own requested court orders. Her cop boyfriend personally filed charges on me for violating a court order by writing her a nice letter which I had previously written to give her after the R/O hearing. I had left it at my old (her’s now) house by accident when she said I could come over to get things, immediately starts an arguement, her mom tried to get me to hit her so they’d have something on me, I just turned away to get things, then the cops showed up. I had to leave before I got much of anything. As days went on, she refused to answer the phone or just hang up on me, so I emailed her about the kids. A few days later my son called me, she grabbed his phone and started screaming at me because he got kicked out of a Christain school because he was talking to the paster’s daughter about pornography. She said I exposed him to that and was going to report me. Another blatant lie and threat. My son was exposedf to that 2 yrs prior when we mistakingly allowed him to spend the night with a kid we thought was ok, since his mother was an elementary school.teacher. I was upset andf figured my life was over, ’cause she get away that too. I called her back, left a message, “if she didn’t stop hurting me with her lies and cruelty then I had someone who would testify that, she took her bathing suit off in front of my friend’s 8 yr.old son and another boy while partying at the river several years ago. (my wife is HOT and I didn’t care at ther time). Next morning, her cop boyfriend arrests me on a felony threat to commit a crime of great bodily injury or death!!!!!! 2 days after getting out I discover she changed all of their cell numbers when I get her bill by mistake and see the new numbers. This was in Sept. The cop broke several laws when arresting me, such as violating the color of authority, more lies,.and his personal involvment with her, entrapment, coercion, excessive use of force, failure to read me my miranda rights prior to questioning, and seversal more infractions. I didn’t call again until Thanksging when I leftt a message with her aunt I wanted to wish my kids a happy T-day, then another message with her cousin after getting no response. Later decided to use their new numbers and left messages to her and our kids.(nothing threatening) Later her 2 “big” cousins arte theatening to kick my ass, yet my attorney says I can’t. file charges on them. On my way home after several days at my parents I texted her about seeing my kids the next day. Get home late that night, get up early nexty morning to take court papers to police to show them I have the right. While leaving my office where I picked up the papers, her boyfriend had me staked out and arrested me again on a stalking charge, almost broke my wrist with an excessive control hold while walking me to his car and I was cooperating fully. Later, through me all over the back seat while cuffed by deliberating driving erractic and conveniently forgetting to buckle me up. He had also turned the stereo up full blast to pretend he
I’m not sure if the rest of my story is in here. I hope it is because that’s where the meat of it all is

Resolved Question: What do you think of this? (its my second chapter)?
Please be honest, but please remeber my writing is not that advanced, as I am 12.

I cycled furiously all the way to the forest. Then I left it by the rocks and I clambered over them. Once I was over the rocks, I battled my way through the trees, the thorns tearing at my skin. Once I was free of the trees, I took my shoes on sock off and quickly waded through the river. Then I walked slowly to my clearing and I skipped over to the small pond. I dipped my hands into the cool, refreshing water and gave a sigh of pleasure. As it was really sunny and warm, I was roasting after my long hike and cycle. I cupped my hands together and splashed water over my face. It felt so refreshing. I sighed once again. It felt so good that I ripped off my shoes and socks and let my feet hover in the pond. I was suddenly overcome by an urge to throw myself into the water and let myself sink to the bottom and stay. The urge was so strong that I almost gave into it. Almost but not quite. I ripped my feet and hands from the cool water and hastily walked over to the shade of my tree. Then I dumped my bag by and sat down. Shaken and damp, I took out my book and settled down to an afternoon of reading.
*
About an hour later, I put down my book and took out my lunch. I was now completely dry and I felt perfectly content. I unwrapped my chicken sandwich and ate it in two bites. Then I nibbled my chocolate bar, eating the chocolate coating first and then the yummy orange cream inside.
Suddenly I hear a quite hissing noise, as if someone had just spoken. I glanced up and looked around. After a few moments I looked down again and carried on eating my lunch.
There it is again! But this time it sounded like a word.
Not just any word.
It sounded like my name.
Willow. Willow Trueborn.
It jeered. The sound of that deathly voice echoed around the clearing, making it twice as scary.
I opened my mouth to speak, but only a quite, frightened, squeak came out.
“W-who, who’s t-there? How d-do you know my n-name”
There was a long piercing silence. Then a loud, hissing voice filled it.
Willow come to us, join us. Death shall follow you wherever you go…If you don’t join us…
Suddenly the clearing went dark and rain began to fall. The dark, crispy autumn leaves rose into the air, into a furious dance, swirling around me.
I span around, to look at the person that was speaking, at the person who was doing this. No one was there. I only saw the dark trees and I only felt the heavy, cold rain pounding down on me. I turned and bolted from the clearing, leaving all my stuff behind me. I didn’t stop running until I got home.
Alas, the girl runs… but she will come again…
*
I knelt on my bed, my head buried in my knees. The tears that I had held back in the clearing, swarmed down my face. My heart pace had only just begun to slow. That, that, incident in the clearing had really, really scared me. But, now if I think about it, maybe I imagined it. Maybe what I heard was just the wind. Mum always said I had an active imagination. I was probably just alarmed by the sudden rain and wind. Yes, that must be it. After all, it is the first time it’s rained in my, no, the clearing. I don’t think I will go to the clearing ever again. It’s, it’s spooky. I don’t like it at all.
*
“Hey, Willow, how was your weekend?” Sarah asked me.
I bit my lip and gazed around the playground. I looked at the girls sitting in gangs, gossiping and at the boys shouting and playing football.
Suddenly Sarah waved her hand in front of my face. I blinked quickly and turned my gaze back to her.
“Hello? Anybody home?” she laughed.
I smiled with her and took a deep breath and said, “Well, yesterday I did my homework and, well, on Saturday I went for a walk with my mum and dad.”
Sarah gave me a quizzical look and sighed, “Willow, I know when you’re lying. What happened?” Suddenly she grinned and her eyes lit up. “I know what happened!” she said, her eyes sparkling, “You got yourself a boyfriend- didn’t you!”
I felt the blood rushing to my face and I felt horrified that she had come to that conclusion.
“ No, no! It was nothing like that! All that happened was I went to this clearing, I heard voices and I ran away.”
I could see that she was disappointed.
“Oh,” she muttered sadly.
Then she did a double take. “Say again. You say that you heard voices in a clearing and ran away! You do know that’s the first sign of madness?”
I could see that she was deadly serious. I cursed myself for mentioning the voices.
I looked up and met her gaze. I looked into her greenish hazel eyes, and saw that she was worried.
I calmed myself and muttered, “It was probably just the wind I heard, you know my imagination. I probably imagined the strange feeling at the pond as well…”
I stopped speaking suddenly. Sarah hadn’t known about the pond, had she?
She withdrew from me and in her eyes I could see that she was scared. She met my eyes and muttered, “You’re a nutter Willow- a
crazy, weird nutter.”
Then she turned on her heel and ran. She ran away from me, her best friend of years. I was left alone. All alone. Because I had told her the truth.
“Willow, get a move on! The bell has gone!” Mr Brannon (my maths teacher) yelled across the playground.
I glanced at the playground. It was empty. How had it cleared so quickly?
“Willow, now!” Mr Brannon repeated angrily.
Mr Brannon has a very short temper, so I picked up my bag and scarpered.
*
For the rest of the day I stayed in a sort of quiet shock. I still couldn’t believe that I had broken friends with my best ever friend. In all our years of friendships, we had never had any major fallout. A few arguments here and there, but never anything as big as this.
When school finally finished-at quarter past three- I ran home as fast as I could. I ignored the stares from people around me, and I tried not to be aware of the thick tears streaming down my face. As soon as I arrived at my house I unlocked the
the door and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I yanked open my door and ran over to my bed. Just as I was about to throw myself onto my bed and cry my eyes out, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I slowly turned around, frozen in suspense. For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw something. Something small and floating. But then, before I could blink, I heard a small giggle and the small floating thing was gone. I gasped because where the thing had been; there was now a small piece of paper. I walked over to it and picked it up. The fragile paper had some spiky, black writing on it. I read it slowly, it said:
Look Behind you.
I turned around and I saw something on my pillow. I walked towards it and picked it up. It was my book, the one I had left in the clearing. Evil under the sun, by Agatha Christie. It was exactly the same copy. I flicked through it, and another piece of paper fell out. It was another note.
Look out your window.
I looked out my window. I gasped
because in my garden, by the swing, was my bike. My bright green bike. On the handle bar I spied another piece of paper, tied on with a piece of ribbon, tied with a bow. I ran numbly down the stairs, and into my garden. Then I cautiously picked up the note and read it. This one said:
Meet us Friday, at the clearing. Five pm. Be there Willow Trueborn, you have to come.
I felt the blood drain from my face as I read the note. How did these people know my name? Who are these people? I dropped the note onto the muddy grass and ran inside, just before it started to rain.
Once inside, I walked slowly to kitchen and put the kettle on. Then I made myself a steaming mug of hot chocolate and sat down in the lounge.
I clamed myself down slowly. Maybe the notes had been planted by Sarah; maybe she’s watching me right now, giggling. I walked to the window and peered out. No one was there.
Ok, maybe it’s not Sarah. I sat back down and bit my lip, hot chocolate forgotten. If it wasn’t Sarah,
, who is it?
My mind strayed back to the clearing, and the voices. Maybe they’re linked… Maybe they’re not. Oh, I don’t know. How did all my stuff reappear, after I left them in the clearing? Who brought them here? How did they know my name?
But most of all, should I meet the people on Friday? My brain told me no, but my instincts, well, they said another thing entirely.
Suddenly I heard a door bang, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I heard my mother’s voice grumbling, and her footsteps going into the kitchen. I cleared my throat and croaked, “Howdy mum- how was your day?”
“Hi sweetie, my day was fine. You?” Mum replied, coming into the lounge and sitting down.
I looked at my feet and muttered unconvincingly, “Ur…it was cool, yhea.”
I kicked myself- even I didn’t believe that! But surprisingly mum didn’t pick up on it, how unusual. Instead she just stared out of the window and muttered, “Good, good…” Then suddenly she seemed to focus and I held my breath. What I didn’t
Then suddenly she seemed to focus and I held my breath. What I didn’t need now was questions.
“ Willow!” Mum said sternly.
I gulped, crossing my fingers.
Mum stared at me for a whole minute and then said,
“Why is your bike outside? Can’t you see that it’s pouring down? If you’re not careful, that bike will rust!” She said, raising her voice.
I could tell that she was really mad. Mums face slowly darkened as she tried to contain her anger. I held my breath, hoping that she wouldn’t shout. Mum scares me when she gets angry. She loses it completely, and I always end up running to my room and hiding under my covers. I closed my eyes and braced myself.
“ Willow Trueborn! Don’t you have any idea how much that bike cost?” Mum yelled at the top of her voice.
I opened one eye to peek, and wished I hadn’t. A vein was standing out of her forehead and her face was an unhealthy dark red- almost purple- colour.
“Go and put your bike away properly and you can forget about your youth
club tonight!” she screamed.
I felt anger rising up in me. She has no right to stop me from going to youth club!
I stamped my foot and yelled back, “You have NO RIGHT to do that mum! I’m going to youth club, even if it’s the last thing I ever do!”
I stomped out of the room and ‘accidently’ knocked over my hot chocolate mug. Mum was still yelling at me, but I ignored her.
I ran upstairs as fast as I could, and wrenched open my bedroom door. I ran over to my bed and lay down. It took me a minute to realise I was crying. I really hate arguments, especially when they are caused by stupid, little things, like leaving a bike outside-which I didn’t do. That thought made me shake and goose bumps appeared on my arms. If I hadn’t left my bike outside, then who did?
I knelt on my bed and pressed my forehead against the cool glass. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, and when I opened them, Mum was outside. She seemed to be putting my bike away for me. I watched her open the shed and
shove my bike inside. Then I watched her walk back inside slowly, the rain pouring down her face. She was drenched through.
I couldn’t help feel a bit guiltily. Mum shouldn’t have had to go outside and put my bike away. I should have done that.
I felt very small and guilty. I buried myself under my covers and, in the end; I didn’t go to youth club. I just fell asleep to the horrible feeling of guilt.

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