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That sounded like Grandma. She never did let me off the hook. She was always more of a mother to me that my real mother. She was the only one that really ever gave a shit about me. It then dawned on me that, she had been the one that sent John. Since he was really to fucked up to be of any help he found Steve. He knew that his death had added to the burn and how else could I understand any of it. "Its time for you to go back to the land of the living." Steve said "Remember death is only unfair to those who miss us. We're not suffering up here. You can try and cheat fate all you want, but youre stuck where you are." Cheat fate? He was talkin

I pulled away. The poachers dissappeared into the jungle. I didn't want to think about what they were going to do to those cubs. " I died for this mate." Steve whispered behind me "I left me kids behind along with Terri. For you to give up is a bigger insult than anything that old goat, Greer could put out." "I'm not strong like you. I can do so little." I said. "Sweetheart, I'm not asking you to set up a zoo or move the entire planet. Just your small part of it." Steve said. I looked up at him, his face was so worn. He looked tired, like a soldier that had fought too many battles. Van Gogh would've captured his face on canvas. Surrounded

Amost as soon as he smiled, I felt the ground dissolve beneath me. Steve's wings stretched out to their full length. Suddenly, I felt hazy, almost like being high. He firmed his grip on my hand and pulled me closer to him, just in time to catch me before I passed out. I woke up in his arms, that were now cold from death. He no longer smelled clean, he reaked of blood and sea water. I didn't want to open my eyes. My chest felt heavy with despair again. I had noticed, but when John and I crossed over, it had completely lifted. There is no despair here I hadn't put the two together. I was too excited about seeing Steve. He put his cold hand to

" I don't know." I said, sniffing and trying to stop my tears "I have to know, but I don't want to, but I need to." "Why?" Steve interrupted. "I don't know!" I said, the tears wouldn't stop. He put his hands on my face so I could look up at him.They were cool yet soothing. His thumbs wiped each tear from my cheek. I felt a stillness within when I stared up at his smile, his reassuring eyes. "Come with me." he said as he let go "I want to show you something." "I'm not in the mood for lizards right now." I moaned. " Thats fine, because thats not what I want to show you." he said. He put out his hand. I didn't know if I should hold it. I

I cupped my hands over my mouth and closed my eyes. I had only seen the hole in his shirt and I was trying desprately to shake from my head. It wasn't fair. Steve you weren't supposed to die like this. I always pictured you dying in a soft warm bed with Terri. Both of you so old you couldn't stand it. All your battles had been fought and the empire of the wicked had fallen. You'd hold her had and the two of you would smile at each other, before collectivly taking your last breath. Legends die young, lovers die tragically.   Damn it Steve, why did you have to be both? He let the lizard go and stood in front of me, doing what he always did,

I motioned toward the lizard, it's head bobing up and down to taste the air, before scuttling up the tree. Steve smiled and climbed up after it. He looked like a cat without claws and was tearing the hell out of the trunk with his feet.  There's no falling here  Yeah but laws of any logic of any sort, didn't apply to Steve. His smile grew wider, the whites of his eyes more apparent. I wanted to laugh out loud and hold this picture inside me forever. This was definetly the hero I fell for many years ago. His shows were always like bright mornings after a midnight storm. He'd take you into a world where trees grew like ancient warriors, desert

John gave him a hollow stare. I pictured him giving the other Beatles the same stare in during one of their fights at Abbey Road.It quickly faded and John smiled. "I'd better leave you two alone." he said " Harrison is trying to get me involved in some sort of happening with Hendrix. I'll be back soon. Remember love, you're just visiting." He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away. Hendrix and two dead Beatles. That would be something, but I didn't care at the moment. All I could think about was Irwin. I was struck by his presence. You could've set me on fire and I wouldn't have cared. Steve was here and thats all that mattered.

"He's so daft." John went on : But I bloody love him! He puts himself out for all to see, shows them the scars and smiles about it. He has no politics and no title.He lives by his own rules and annoys the hell out of the straights.He doesn't give a damn. He's bloody brilliant." The more John raved on the more it sounded like Steve. Steve wasn't someone you could fit under one name. He didn't live in tiny borders, he was too big for that. As far as he was concerned, the world was too vast to exist in a small part of it. It was something that annoyed the so-called intellectuals and thinkers.They all hated him. Steve wasn't someone you could un

Is there a heaven for legends? By Erica L "blue" Rodriguez      I adjusted my clothes as I stared into my reflection in the pea green duck pond, opaque with muck and fermenting filth. Eight pounds gone, going on nine. Why not reach ten, even twenty? I was getting fat anyway. "You're so pale. What's wrong?" my mother asked me, earlier that day. You never understood before, why should I tell you? When I told you Steve died you wanted me to sell all my Croc Hunter things online. You said they'd be worth a fortune now that he's kicked it. You put your words in such lazy slang. A voice so soft, but with jagged edges. You hated him because I

You threw me down And I fell You kicked me And I bled You shouted at me And I broke You shattered me And I let you You threw me down again And I got up You kicked me And I moved away You shouted at me And I never heard you You try to shatter me And I wouldn't let you I stood up I stood strong I didn't obey you I feel I know I believe I move I stand before you brave and tall You cannot hurt me You cannot breat me I won't let you I won't hear you You try again And I push back You can't control me Any more than the flea can Control the mountain I rose above it High above it Because I grew Because I'm strong