Stories of What They Couldn’T or Wouldn’T Tell

By Lloyd E. McIlveen

This is about what they thought and felt.
Some people like to talk about their memories and experiences. Others will be very reserved in sharing those memories because of being immature, private, embarrassed, exasperated, frightened or just plain annoyed.
These are stories of twenty four separate people of various ages who havent or couldnt express feelings about their stories.
Your author knows them well enough to simulate their actions, reactions, thoughts and feelings of their untold experiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Aug 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781490740751

Lloyd E. McIlveen

Your author, Lloyd E. McIlveen, unveils a chronological list of many and various book subjects presenting controversial, educational, uplifting, futuristic, self helping, philosophical, psychological, entertaining and other stimulating concepts of which are and will be displayed with brief descriptions of each book followed by more issues in line as they become published to the public. The list is growing and will continue to grow.

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Copyright 2014 Lloyd E. McIlveen.

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isbn: 978-1-4907-4076-8 (sc)

isbn: 978-1-4907-4075-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014911857

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Contents

Chapter 1:   Newly born baby Robert

Chapter 2:   Newly born baby Lucia

Chapter 3:   Four year old Edward

Chapter 4:   Eight year old Jesse

Chapter 5:   Nine year old Mary

Chapter 6:   Twelve year old Susan

Chapter 7:   Fourteen to seventeen year old Randy

Chapter 8:   Sixteen to twenty year old Andrew

Chapter 9:   Seventeen year old Veronica

Chapter 10:   Eighteen year old Marie

Chapter 11:   Twenty-six to seventy year old Ben

Chapter 12:   Thirty-four year old Ellen

Chapter 13:   Twenty-five year old Marvin

Chapter 14:   Thirty-seven year old Gloria

Chapter 15:   Thirty-nine year old Michael

Chapter 16:   Forty year old George

Chapter 17:   Forty-nine year old Marge

Chapter 18:   Fifty-five year old Sandy

Chapter 19:   Sixty-three year old Janet

Chapte 20:   Sixty-five year old Martin

Chapter 21:   Sixty-nine year old Theodore

Chapter 22:   Seventy-four year old Ken

Chapter 23:   Eighty-three year old Roland

Chapter 24:   One hundred year old Delores

Preface By Your Author

One day I was attempting to imagine how I would feel if many of my awkwardly embarrassing experiences of which I would never tell anyone would suddenly be exposed to the world of my relatives, friends, business associates, neighbors, book readers and my many ballroom dance affiliates. It made my brain fizzle a little; enough to realize I’m kind of private in my ways and others must be too.

So that fizzling sensation inspired me to write, not about my experiences, but about many other people of all ages who have had nonsharable experiences and how they felt about fearful, embarrassing moments or experiences of which they would never tell anyone. I also reserve the right never to tell their names.

Those times of frustrating, fearful and/or moments of stressful anxiety they wouldn’t or couldn’t tell anyone are the essence of what the people in the following of ages from birth to one hundred are about.

The actual names of these people are changed and certain circumstances are altered for obvious reasons of preventing the true identity of those individuals. After all, this isn’t a tabloid at the news counter where it seems anything goes.

They are simulations of what each person thought and felt. Variations in the real nature of their stories are strictly interpretations and must not be construed as precisely narrated from the real characters to the interpreter (me). These stories are based on my exposures to them and what I have picked up and applied from their experiences of being private, hesitant, and/or fearful. Many of them have shared details with me.

The purpose for which I have written about these people’s frustrations, which will never be forgotten by these people, is to be instrumental in presenting some insight into understanding a little more of how and why they have very privately reserved talking about or expressing anything to anyone concerning the nature of the circumstances.

Evaluating the principles of how or why these people reacted to or with others or made decisions on their own is not the intended purpose of these stories such as judging their actions for right and wrong; not at all. The purpose is to stimulate our perspective for realizing maybe we didn’t get ourselves involved or stuck in those annoying situations where we haven’t had to reserve our expressions to others. The stories in the book can then become entertainingly interesting.

Another view in intended purpose is where one may get some ideas of how to prevent annoying or embarrassing encounters through the process of empathizing what others may be thinking or feeling who are reserved in what they would really like to say and this means the babies too in the first two stories.

The last intended view is where many of us identify in those stories with so many incidences where we have reacted negatively or emotionally painful because of an insufficient ability in relating to and with others.

Other identities in the book prompt us to realize our gross errors of judgment where we have either quietly or blurtingly created an incommunicable course of some nature which later caused reproachable guilt and other situations one would never care to tell anyone.

These scripts are also written for allowing mostly the adult mind to regress a little and read how one may have thought and felt at a younger or vulnerable time in life when one may have said and did things one wouldn’t repeat to others.

Some of the subject characters in the following stories have passed away at different times, so some circumstances and fears etc. will be difficult to trace. However, the reader may reminisce or identify with the frustrations of the characters.

The stories will unfold, chronologically, by the ages of the subject characters which range from the youngest ones forward to the older folks.

I will also be describing some of the verbal incidences in present tense and some in past tense due to my simulating some of the script characters in the now and some of them referring to their past.

The literal abilities of each character are somewhat author enhanced for better understanding of what the individual is attempting to tell the reader and must not be considered to represent those individuals verbatim; especially the children.

Once again, I have devised and narrated the following stories mostly from individual experiences I have personally known well enough to write about. They would consider the stories to be private and untold in common conversation about them with their real names. The stories are strictly written with that respect.

Sometimes, when we read or hear about stories similar in nature to these stories we have a tendency to dismiss them as deceiving and a misrepresentation of what may be real. I can assure you these stories are not fish stories devised from my imagination. They are derived from actual happenings and people, as I mentioned whether they were existing in reality or illusion.

There is nothing in these scripts that may legally incriminate, cause embarrassing or indignant exposure or alter their social status and there are no contracts of agreement between myself and the actual characters in the book; all simply because I have only chosen to utilize the general nature of their experiences with some dramatization for the purpose of inspiring the reader’s lust to drift along with what others have thought and felt. Stirring that interest is what personal literature is all about.

I am gratifyingly open for feedback, improvements and relating on these subjects of personal encounters. L.E.M.

Chapter 1

Newly born baby Robert

He can’t talk, of course, with the sounds of language like we understand, so the following expressions of this baby are translated into our language. This is baby Robert who is nicknamed Poops:

"Here I am just born lying on a cold mat with my red legs and stringy black hair kicking my feet back and forth after a rough birth while shouting through the rooftop to get someone’s attention of the fact I’ve just been through a magnanimously trying task of entering into a world of which I have no consciousness of except I am hurting, hungry and have a dire need for something to make me feel secure.

I didn’t choose to be here. What’s going on? It seems everyone is only getting their way and I’m not getting anything my way. They’ve been pulling and pulling on me, spanking me, sticking instruments on and in me and making me freeze in this cold room.

Everyone is going goochi-goo like they want me to carry on with some kind of dialog or play hand clapping.

Come on! Let’s get with the milk if you think that’s all I have brains for. I don’t care where it comes from. Oh boy, what a racket being a new born kid.

It’s about time you guys put me in my mother’s arms. She’s the only one doing what comes natural even though she does have an uninspiring and unaffectionate mannerism about her.

I can’t really talk yet, but I can pretend. Hi mom! Whatever you say or do with me makes me feel secure. Where’s dad? He’s already given me a bad impression not being here. He had his pleasures in forming me, but now he’s