9109 Chapter 109 of: “Twinergy and the boys of Clear Lake!”


Cody: “Haha, no, no I don’t. No sweat Nika, maybe we’ll just havta put it on the back burner and wait for another night. Besides, when it does happen, I want it to be in your bedroom, or mine, with complete privacy. Not on a couch or a dusty guest room.”

Nika: “Hey, come to think of it, Sasha’s room may be free?”

Cody: “Noooo Wayyyy!”

Nika: “Hahaha, yah, that would be a little weird, doin it in my little brothers bed.”

Cody: “Yah think? I’m surprised you even mentioned it.”

Nika: “Just wanted to see your reaction Cody, and I got exactly what I was looking for…hahahaha!”

Cody: “Commer Nika, you dork, give me a kiss.”

I did just that, fell into my lovers arms, and kissed him softly on the lips as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth as he simultaneously reached his hand up my shirt and began caressing my back. It was sweet, loving, and much needed. Almost neglected, if I can go that far. It was a solid reminder that we were both consumed with something so urgent, so needed, yet so very interrupted…..time and time again. I couldn’t help but think at that very moment, we were both thinking and feeling the same thing. A single thought that preserved both of our sanity. And that is that time is on our side, and it is only a matter of time before the planets align correctly for us, and we have the space and time to finally make the love that we both so richly deserve.

Boo-boo and a couple of the others came in to get the remainder of what was left on the grand table. And we could hear them giggling and snickering in the background at us, so we each smiled and laughed at one another and broke off our kiss. I asked Cody, “So what now Twinner?”

Cody: “I don’t know about you Nika, but I’m gonna go out to the Cinema/Theater Room, and watch a movie with the others.”

Nika: “What about tonight though Cody? I mean, so we don’t make love, and we wait till the times right…agreed. But we both need to crash somewhere tonight after the movie, whether it be a sofa or a guestroom or Sasha’s room, so can’t it be together?”

Cody smiled and replied, “Yah, of course it can be Nika….and will be.”

Nika: “Lots of cuddling, snuggling, and spooning Twinner?”

Cody: “Oh yah, among a few other things too…..maybe, Nika?”

Nika: “Awesome, just the way I wanna fall asleep tonight Cody.”

Cody: “Where are you going now Nika?”

Nika: “Out to the back yard. I wanna little alone time to defragment my brain and thoughts. I’ve had a lot to take in over the last couple days…….so I’ll do as Sequoia taught me to do.”

Cody: “I understand, I’ll see you later when you come back in then.”

I nodded and grabbed a wind-breaker and walked out to the back yard again. It was cool and still dripping water droplets from the rainfall earlier. You could also tell the rain was not done, and the sky was still cloudy, and those clouds were dark. You could also tell from the semi-full moon that was out, and by the clouds that were blowing past it back and forth. The clouds appeared dark and thick. And only seldom did you see the moonlight peek through when a break in those clouds appeared, every so often.

I was feeling spiritual again, and dabbling with this and that and what the meaning to these particular feelings were?

Were the clouds and the storm significant for any one thing in particular, or maybe a much larger brushstroke of who and what we were all about. It would be too easy to just look at “a storm” as a way to describe Travis and Wesley’s fight earlier, and the shit-blizzard it has now opened up. But, just as it can be described as a storm, and it was in a large way just that, so can a lot of the other incidents and revelations that we have all been through in the past week or two.

Cody first, and then my coming out, Tanner too, to a lesser degree for that matter, and the Fight. No, not that one, but the one at the beach. Too many things in particular for the way I was feeling about “the Storm” right then and there.

No, as I looked at the wind blowing hard, the chill in the air, and the water being sprayed around off the tree’s by that intense wind….aka: Storm, I felt that what this was telling me, and how it related to us, was, as I said before, a broad brush stroke. Referring to all of us and the posse as a whole, and maybe changes that were occurring, about to occur, or that needed to be prevented from occurring?

I wasn’t sure as to which applied at the moment, but I knew I felt a little queasy, an uneasiness if you will, and I knew Sequoia was feeling the same thing at that particular moment.

We had all been through a lot recently, and from tonight’s drama, it showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. I reached inside my pocket and flipped on my i-pod and began shuffling through my play-list. I found the song I was searching for, another one of mom and dad’s as it was, and began to listen.

With the chill in the air, the cold, wet wind, and the darkness that was only broken by occasional moonlight, I knew I had indeed found the right song for the moment. And that it was no accident that it would aid me in my spiritual journey this evening, to help dissect what has taken place recently, and what dangers lie ahead of all of us?

The song was one that was both haunting and sad. About a shipwreck that took place like forty or so years ago. I believe dad said it was a true story, and I couldn’t help but feel that maybe with all the random, strange occurrences that seemed to keep happening to us recently, maybe we were “all” the shipwreck, waiting to occur?

It was also one of me and Sash’s favorites, but truth be told, we only heard it maybe once a year or so when mom and dad were feeling nostalgic of their past and put it on, or it randomly came on an oldies station.

I recently thought of it out of the blue, while downloading music to my laptop, and added it to my play-list. Is it an accident that I just so happen to be playing it now, under these conditions? You can decide that for yourself, but I know Sequoia wouldn’t think so. Then the song began, and I listened intently.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?

Maybe this referred to how we all felt when things got hairy, and the shit went down. Like in the dining hall this evening when Travis and Wesley were doing their best to cause bodily harm to one another? Cause I for one know, all to well, that when things start to go south, and it gets scary, time slows down, and the danger seems to last much, much longer than it probably actually does.

The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her.

Maybe in this passage, it refers to the fact that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure? Meaning that if we use patience and understanding, and pay more attention in resolving things as they happen, instead of putting them off. Then just maybe we can avoid some of the disasters we have been through?

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water

There again I thought, does this refer to all of us, the posse as a whole? Are we going to split-up over what just happened tonight, or from some of the other predicaments that we are facing? Or are we to break deep and take water….aka: succumb to the pressure of surviving as a group, together? Is this a warning of what is to come, or what may become of us all, unless we continue to love one another wholeheartedly, and unconditionally. Will we? And we do have things to fear that lie ahead of us, just as we have faced and conquered what we have already come up against, together. Then I am somewhat hopeful, and maybe even a little proud, of all of us for how we have conducted ourselves.

I mean, with Wesley’s outing tonight, and even in the face of the viciousness of their fight, not one person jumped-ship (no pun intended), or abandoned Trav, or hated on Wes for who he really is. No one seemed to mind or care that he too was outed, and that he was also faced with the burden of living an alternative lifestyle. Maybe we are indeed all growing-up? And as I had told Tanner back at the ranch, and meant it, that with each person that comes out, it will make it that much easier on him when his time comes.

And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

This particular passage doesn’t bode well for analyzation, but none the less I see what it refers to. Regardless of how or where we wind up, the meaning of life is that you make the most of it and put up your best fight…..pass or fail. We may continue to survive as a group, and even strive at times. We may fail, and our collective grouping may soon, or even someday dissolve, and we too will be relegated to the ash-heap of history.

But each day that we are here, together, and do strive to love, protect, and care for one another, is another day that goes into the victory column.

And as long as we look at that big picture, taking one day at a time, and always putting each other before ourselves, then that’s another day we have survived, flourished, and lived our lives together, the way that we were all meant to. And if it comes to pass that we someday do falter or fail, then who and what we were cannot be taken away from us completely. Because we have made a difference for one another, and we have left our mark upon this earth, so that others may pick up the baton and follow….thus, just like someday, our wives, and our sons, and our daughters will follow in our footsteps, and do the same. Making us proud of not only who we were, together, but of who we will become, what we have accomplished, and who and how we chose to love!!!



The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.


With a load of iron ore – 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early


The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.


Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they’d been feeling.


The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T’was the witch of November come stealing.


The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind


When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it’s too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it’s been good to know ya.


The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.


Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her.


They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.


Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.


And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.


In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors’ Cathedral
The church bell chimed, ’til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.


The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early


~Gordon Lightfoot


Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgI8bta-7aw


Please, it’s worth the watch! A true story…..haunting!


31 Responses to “9109 Chapter 109 of: “Twinergy and the boys of Clear Lake!””

  1. Rob Says:

    As usual cody, you have begun to make sense of where you are going with things with this chapter. :p there are a few spelling and grammar errors but i’m not a proof reader ;p I watched the video, it was a bit hard to understand the words as he sang so the lyrics were very helpful. Great work, this is a very deep story that continues to throw my mind and emotions into turmoil and constant thought. Its nice to see that cody and nika are trying to make time for one another, I know how it feels to put someone you love on the back burner. and I don’t mean like your mom, she don’t count ;p I mean a lover, or a best friend. It hurts, but sometimes in order to keep peace and stability in your life and relationship you have to do what is necessary. As always, thanks and best wishes!


    • codyboarder Says:

      thank you rob,

      and best wishes to you as well. input is always appreciated. as far as grammar, i have someone who has started editing for me, and has 6 or 8 chpts already done, but as of yet i have not incorporated the changes. i’ve been feeling creative lately and decided to churn out some new chpt’s instead. but its just a matter of time. i have a great direction the story is headed in several areas, with multiple story-lines happening simultaneously. so keep an eye open for updated chpts. thx again and ttys.


  2. Steve Says:

    Wow Cody, deep. This chapter made me think of the handful of circle of friends, made me feel very nostalgic. Keep it up, looking forward to more (though I feel as if you’re moving towards an end for the story?).


    • codyboarder Says:

      thanks steve,

      and more is what you will get! end??? not even close! this chpt may end book 1 (as CT suggested) when and if twinergy is published, but the series will continue on and one till the boys alll graduate HS!

      peAce, ~cody!

  3. georget67 Says:

    This is a great chapter Cody and I hope it is not the end yet. Matbe a couple more, or so, to let us know how things turned out for everyone. There is a lot of hurt that needs healing here before the end of the story.

    Your Friend Always With Love: georget67

  4. Dawngreeter Says:

    Cody, you hit a nerve this time… I grew up in the area. Ernest McSworly was a friend of my Dad. I saw Big Fitz many times. Superior is beautiful and frightning at the same time.

  5. bigct Says:

    Wow dude, I haven’t heard that track in like… forever. I think I was probably 13 the last time. Funny thing was, I was with my dad driving in the middle of the night through a pretty decent storm when it came on too… freaked the shit out of me! Still a really good track though… sad, but good.

    As far as the story goes, this last chapter would be almost the perfect end, leaving just enough for a sequel if you felt the need. BUT! I really don’t think so… in fact, I think this is just the calm before another and very real storm comes crashing of the posse’s very own railing.

    You’re doing good dude… keep writing.

    Courage and honour!


    • codyboarder Says:

      thx CT,

      that was kinda my thinking when i wrote this chpt. that if/when twinergy is published, this would be the end of the first book, and chpt 110 would begin the next in the series. i was thinking along the lines of a series that follows us through the seasons of the year and our growth as we move from one grade/age to the next. and as always, thanks again for your much appreciated input!


  6. Stef Says:

    WOW Cody it’s been a long time since I heard that song – until you put up the lyrics I never had a full understanding of the song.
    When I first started to read this chapter an old Dr Hook song came to mind called What about you – mainly the end of a verse that said ” clouds drift away, sunshine peeps through” though it was more about getting over a lost love, but that line could quite easily fit part of this chapter.
    I’m stoked just got to read 3 wonderful chapters in a row – when you fire up Cody your a machine – if you make love like you write you would never be able to wipe the smile of Nika’s face.
    Regards Stef.

    • codyboarder Says:

      hi stef,

      and nice to hear from you again. never heard the song, but im gonna youtube it when im done returning comments. and yes, im feeling creative, and had a break in the school action, so look for more chpts comming in clumps! be well and ttys.


  7. Richard Says:

    Wow i never heard that song before but i liked it. It is kind of spooky too. I really like this story and I can’t wait for the next one to come out. I think Wesley likes Tanner to. Sasha would be ok to but i don’t think he wants to, but i think he does with Tanner so maybe all 3 them be good together. Thanks for letting me comment Cody. Richard

  8. jeff Says:

    “But each day that we are here, together, and do strive to love, protect, and care for one another, is another day that goes into the victory column.”

    Well said, Cody. This passage sums up an awesome chapter very well. I hope that in the end, this is my approach to living life.

    peace and love-


  9. Steve Says:

    Oh Cody, It’s been a year since I commented about your story, but your followers often express my same feelings, so I sit back and just smile that theres so many that feel as I do. It’s quite refreshing to be honest. But I have heard this song hundreds of times, and just needed to say that you have brought new meaning to its lyrics for me, and brought back memories long forgotten. I often thought the lyrics were great, but didn’t like the melody so much. Now for some reason, it all fits. It wouldn’t be acceptable any other way. And it’s the perfect song for your story. Thanks so much for possibly the best chapter yet. The strength you’ve expressed for a young man to reflect on and analyze the potential breaking up of his precious “posse” was amazing. I would never have been able to comprehend such feelings at their age. I truly am in awe. I hope, as some fear, that the end to this story is NOT near, as I see potential for a much longer saga. I said it before, and I mean it, it’s the best story I have ever read to date. Bless you and your writing talents Cody. Thanks for the enlightenment and joy your words bring to us all.
    Steve W

  10. PTB Says:

    Thought you all might enjoy this. There’s another song about a different kind of loss at sea that uses the same tune. It was written by a man named Bobby Sands. Depending on your point of view Bobby was either a freedom fighter or a terrorist but what can’t be denied is he was a first rate poet and journalist. He was arrested and held in Long Kesh prison without having been convicted. While he was there he wrote the song Back Home in Derry about the forced deportation of Irish rebels to Australia (Vandiemen’s Land) during the 1800s.

    in 1981 a hunger strike started with Sands refusing food on March 1st. Sands decided that other prisoners should join the strike at staggered intervals in order to maximize publicity with prisoners steadily deteriorating successively over several months.

    The hunger strike centered around five demands:

    1. the right not to wear a prison uniform;
    2. the right not to do prison work;
    3. the right of free association with other prisoners, and to organise educational and recreational pursuits;
    4. the right to one visit, one letter and one parcel per week;
    5. full restoration of remission lost through the protest.[25]

    The significance of the hunger strike was the prisoners’ aim of being declared as political prisoners (or prisoners of war) and not to be classed as criminals. The Washington Post however, reported that the primary aim of the hunger strike was to generate international publicity.

    Sands died in the prison hospital after 66 days of hunger-striking, aged 27.

    In his book “One Voice: My life in Song” Christy writes that he first came across the song when “I was staying in a house in Derry after an H-block concert and a young lad recently released sang this song…”

    That this eloquent and poignant song of resistance and rebellion in Irish history was in fact created by a man involved with the struggle in the here-and-now adds a further level of meaning and a very unsettling edge to the ballad. It also made the song highly controversial & got it banned, but Christy goes on to note that “despite it being banned it has entered the national repertoire and has been recorded by a thousand ballad bands and will long outlive its detractors and severest critics.”

    In 1803, we sailed out to sea
    Out of the sweet town of Derry
    For Australia bound, if we didn’t all drown
    The marks of out fetters we carried
    In our rusty iron chains, we cried for our wains (i.e. wee ‘uns = children)
    Our good women we left in sorrow
    As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
    At the English and thoughts of tomorrow

    Oh….oh, I wish I was back home in Derry.
    Oh….oh, I wish I was back home in Derry.

    At the mouth of the Foyle bid farwell to the soil
    As down below decks we were lying.
    O’Docherty’ screamed, woken out of a dream
    By a vision of bold Robert dying.
    The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
    Dan O’Connor was down with a fever
    Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay.
    How many would reach their receiver?

    We cursed them to Hell,
    As our bow fought the swell
    Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight.
    Wild horses rode high as the devil passed by
    Taking souls into Hades by twilight
    Five weeks out to sea we were now 43
    We buried our comrades each morning
    In our own slime, lost in a time,
    Endless nights without dawning

    Van Diemens Land is a hell for a man
    To live out his whole life in slavery
    Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
    Neither wind nor rain care for bravery
    Twenty years have gone by and I’ve ended my bond
    My comrades’ ghosts walk behind me
    A rebel I came; I’m still the same
    On a cold winter’s night you will find me. (or on the cold winds of night…)

    Sorry bout the length of this and hope I didn’t offend anyone I just thought the tune has an interesting history. Here’s Christy’s version (and as relevant to the story in some ways as TWoEF)

  11. Doug Says:

    what is all this talk about ending?,eh? I thought it was just getting !

    • codyboarder Says:

      hi doug?

      Twinergy is alive & well, the message has a long ways to go. so no end has been foreshadowed, and no conclusion is inevitable. the story is fluid, but the message will continue to carry on….change is possible, and love will prevail! thx 4 making me make that clear…..and commenting. be well & tty all soon.

      peAce~0ut, cody!

  12. vic Says:

    i am enjoying this story a great deal. i have other stories downloaded so, sometimes, it takes me a while to get back to this story. i did a lot of power reading of the last few chapters, though. another reader commented on the spelling and punctuation and sentence structure. my thoughts would be that the children were born in russia and austria with their parents probably speaking in a strong accent. that influence would explain how they phrase certain comments (especially, when they are excited). that is my opinion, anyway. keep up the good work and i look forward to the next chapter.


    • codyboarder Says:

      hi vic,

      and thanks for your thoughts. i’ll be trying to really start churning out chapters like i did during last years thanksgiving & Christmas seasons. be well.


  13. Nik Says:

    Really liking the story so far, but I do have one small criticism (sorry!) Just think it would be better to have –
    Nika says,
    Travis says,
    Cody says,
    etc, rather than the –
    in the middle of a conversation. the method you’re using makes me think I’ve gone from reading a story to reading the script for a play.

    Other than that, lol, I’m enjoying it.

  14. Eric Says:

    Wow. Cody, wow. Lol. I discovered this story a while ago on another site, and like a dunce, I never followed the link to the blog. I have been on a week-long reading marathon catching up from chapter 60 on up, and I am totally hooked. I’ve fallen in love with various stories on the net over the past few years, but Twinergy is hands down the best I have ever read. I’m glad that the saga is far from done, I feel as though the characters in this story have become part of my life. You have done an incredible job Cody, I’m looking forward to more chapters in this beautiful story. Thanks.

    • codyboarder Says:

      hello eric,

      and welcome to our twinergy family. i feel as if all the readers who have commented, and begun replying to each other even at times, are sort of a “family” in a way. welcome to our group, thanks for your input and praise, and please keep enjoying future chapters that are comming….this week in fact!

      ttys, ~cody!

  15. Cam Says:

    Hi, i just read up to this point the last 2 days and i must say. Thankyou for writing this story. I very much have enjoyed it so far, and it hits home for myself. Thanks again, im gonna get back to reading now :p

  16. Nicholas Evans Says:

    Very good so far. Within the next month, not Aug but Sept I want to have my story started. Once again your story is what gave me the power to write mine. May the spirits grant you blessing in many ways. Thanks Cody.

    • codyboarder Says:

      you’re very welcome Nicholas,

      and shot me a link to your story when you pen it so i can check it out.


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