My novel is set on a fictional planet meant to be a variantion of earth. So, studing what other have done and getting the basics of geogrophy will be important. I don't want just another Hyborian age or Middle Earth.
In building a Telepathic agency I have studied some of Jung and MK-ultra. I want to study other secret agency type stuff and blend it with deep psycho-analysis. I also will continue to study MK-ultra and Project Stargate.
I will be relying heavily on psychology books and FOIA documents.
relevant to this
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
tape it toogther.
So, for a class project I cut up my manuscript and stick it back together. By reading it disjointed I picked out quite a bit. But, I also think I got an idea for a rewrite that focuses on the parallels of reality and wrestling. That was kind of my idea from the onset but I really got refocused and I noticed that the accidents that worked were the ones where things went back and forth between Eric talking to Nikki and talking to Mac. I think I want to do a nonlinear story based on modules of Nikki conversations and Mac conversations to emphasis the parallels. I am not quite sure what else to say
Sunday, March 28, 2010
date epic fail
I hate these power fights. Two guys with some special “talents” get thrown in a cage and fight it out. No, not true: some I like. There have been some pretty good ones, but most of the major promotions pick guys with the most outlandish powers even if they don't have any deeper fighting abilities I mean the highest paid fighter today is a guy named Trask the Electric Beefcake who can grow his muscles twenty fold and shock his opponents with an electric current running through his body. Trask is impressive but the jerk can't tell the difference between a side kick and a suplex. He just bear hugs and shocks: so boring to watch. Plus, so many highly skilled and thoughtful cruserweights and featherweights have beaten him, so the bookers just put him with mindless wimps
Still, this should be a pretty solid fight, and the fact that I got Trask to come with me is really impressive. Still that means I have to sit with ol' Zappy listening to his motor mouth and his thoughts. His mouth focuses on him his head focuses on parts of me. But the more time I spend with him the better chance I have to figure out what he really knows.
Trask is planing to make “a pass” on me so I am get up and go to the restroom. And, of course he grabs me and offers to walk with me. I am soon aware that some fifteen year old kid is going to jump off the top of this building. I tell him that I have to go; he holds tighter to my wrist. I only continue the vain struggle for a wee bit before I realize that something deeper is surfacing to prompt him to stop me so I seek his mind as I feign distress.
As I pull and tug I dig and prod into his mind. I finally meet the core of his psyche and blast some professionally laid neroblockers. I sacrifice nearly all of my focus on my body to focus on the mind of Trask. I feel my bowls and bladder go as all I am aware of is this psychic wall. I finally break it. And white.
“Monster!” I cry to the true beast before my soul.
“I am the force that forms what should be,” Trask's soul responded to me, “Trask deserves so much more than what he has!”
“No! You starve for more, but you have no right to orchestrate the death of thousands of children!
“Trask shall be the last of champions! The last of the last generation!” The soul raised against me and severed my bond on his realm.
Trask and I vomited and seizured as our bodies realigned with our psyche. Trask's soul was the most disgusting cockroach I have seen. It had ten thousand heads its wings buzzed instantly His mouths devoured his own limbs and worms animated his visible stomach. And now that beast rubbed more strongly on the walls of his concous. I could sense the fluttering silhouette gnawing its way out of id land.
Still, this should be a pretty solid fight, and the fact that I got Trask to come with me is really impressive. Still that means I have to sit with ol' Zappy listening to his motor mouth and his thoughts. His mouth focuses on him his head focuses on parts of me. But the more time I spend with him the better chance I have to figure out what he really knows.
Trask is planing to make “a pass” on me so I am get up and go to the restroom. And, of course he grabs me and offers to walk with me. I am soon aware that some fifteen year old kid is going to jump off the top of this building. I tell him that I have to go; he holds tighter to my wrist. I only continue the vain struggle for a wee bit before I realize that something deeper is surfacing to prompt him to stop me so I seek his mind as I feign distress.
As I pull and tug I dig and prod into his mind. I finally meet the core of his psyche and blast some professionally laid neroblockers. I sacrifice nearly all of my focus on my body to focus on the mind of Trask. I feel my bowls and bladder go as all I am aware of is this psychic wall. I finally break it. And white.
“Monster!” I cry to the true beast before my soul.
“I am the force that forms what should be,” Trask's soul responded to me, “Trask deserves so much more than what he has!”
“No! You starve for more, but you have no right to orchestrate the death of thousands of children!
“Trask shall be the last of champions! The last of the last generation!” The soul raised against me and severed my bond on his realm.
Trask and I vomited and seizured as our bodies realigned with our psyche. Trask's soul was the most disgusting cockroach I have seen. It had ten thousand heads its wings buzzed instantly His mouths devoured his own limbs and worms animated his visible stomach. And now that beast rubbed more strongly on the walls of his concous. I could sense the fluttering silhouette gnawing its way out of id land.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
work day
It would have been a great day today, but this morning in particular, I was jealous of Jesse. She captured the fiery sword of flight when the gang went questing last night while I was working until close. So, this morning when I was heading out to the roller coaster I worked on for another open to close, I was rather upset to see her ride in on her knew toy.
“No magical items on the job,” I yelled protacal up at her.
“I don't punch in for another hour,” she yelled back.
“Fine then!” I yelled into the sky as I walked to the morning meeting location. No one was there yet, but they all had twenty-five minutes.
“You are here early,” my supervisor said to me as she walked up. And, I shrugged.
“What is the pre-sold ticket sale for today?” I asked.
“One hundred Did you see Jess's new toy?” the supervisor smiled.
“I saw it,” my eyes rolled.
“Pretty neat, huh?”
“Mmm. one hundred is pretty low,” I spoke.
“Well the weather is supposed to be pretty bad today,” my supervisor informed me.
“Oh, how bad?”
“67 degrees and torrential rain all day starting at ten.”
“Yippee,” I tried to act like I was facetious, but I was glad to have a light work load today.
“There might be some electric action this afternoon”
“Exciting,” I droned at what I hoped meant the closing of the ride.
Eventually the rest of the crew had gathered at the meeting place and we had our morning meeting. After discussing the importance of not letting people with casts on the rides and other official business we went to clean our ride and make safety check.
“I thought last night's quest was your idea,” a co-worker mentioned as we scrubbed down seats.
“It was, Heidi.”
“Then why were you not there?”
“I had to work until close.”
“That sucks!” Heidi said.
“So, last night went well?”
“There were big explosions.”
“And, I saw that Jessica got a fiery sword of flight.”
“We met that one drunk at that bar off main street.”
“Jacob?” I clarified. Jacob was my favorite informant.
“That is right, you set him up for us.”
“We go back.” I said recalling my childhood memories with the old madman.
“Well, he gave us this map that took us to this spot behind the mall.”
“And you called out 'Ferk tuk Lemtern; Mardin shawthith Marn'?” I suggested recalling the first time the six century old man gave me a copy of that map.
“Yeah. And a portal opened up to a chamber walled by red stones,” Heidi yelled at me as we were now done wiping the sets and were now checking the safety gates before the team launched the train for its test run.
“The starting room of the ZarkTernith caves?” I stuck my thumb out letting her know that I was ready for her to push the release button.
“Yeah, that sounds right,” She pressed the button and gave me her thumb. I gave a high thumb to the control both and the train launched. When it got back we started to re check the seats as one of the team got into the front for the test ride.
“Today is going to be interesting,” Heidi looked up as the sky turned emerald and a flock of Phoenix dove into the parking lot.
“No magical items on the job,” I yelled protacal up at her.
“I don't punch in for another hour,” she yelled back.
“Fine then!” I yelled into the sky as I walked to the morning meeting location. No one was there yet, but they all had twenty-five minutes.
“You are here early,” my supervisor said to me as she walked up. And, I shrugged.
“What is the pre-sold ticket sale for today?” I asked.
“One hundred Did you see Jess's new toy?” the supervisor smiled.
“I saw it,” my eyes rolled.
“Pretty neat, huh?”
“Mmm. one hundred is pretty low,” I spoke.
“Well the weather is supposed to be pretty bad today,” my supervisor informed me.
“Oh, how bad?”
“67 degrees and torrential rain all day starting at ten.”
“Yippee,” I tried to act like I was facetious, but I was glad to have a light work load today.
“There might be some electric action this afternoon”
“Exciting,” I droned at what I hoped meant the closing of the ride.
Eventually the rest of the crew had gathered at the meeting place and we had our morning meeting. After discussing the importance of not letting people with casts on the rides and other official business we went to clean our ride and make safety check.
“I thought last night's quest was your idea,” a co-worker mentioned as we scrubbed down seats.
“It was, Heidi.”
“Then why were you not there?”
“I had to work until close.”
“That sucks!” Heidi said.
“So, last night went well?”
“There were big explosions.”
“And, I saw that Jessica got a fiery sword of flight.”
“We met that one drunk at that bar off main street.”
“Jacob?” I clarified. Jacob was my favorite informant.
“That is right, you set him up for us.”
“We go back.” I said recalling my childhood memories with the old madman.
“Well, he gave us this map that took us to this spot behind the mall.”
“And you called out 'Ferk tuk Lemtern; Mardin shawthith Marn'?” I suggested recalling the first time the six century old man gave me a copy of that map.
“Yeah. And a portal opened up to a chamber walled by red stones,” Heidi yelled at me as we were now done wiping the sets and were now checking the safety gates before the team launched the train for its test run.
“The starting room of the ZarkTernith caves?” I stuck my thumb out letting her know that I was ready for her to push the release button.
“Yeah, that sounds right,” She pressed the button and gave me her thumb. I gave a high thumb to the control both and the train launched. When it got back we started to re check the seats as one of the team got into the front for the test ride.
“Today is going to be interesting,” Heidi looked up as the sky turned emerald and a flock of Phoenix dove into the parking lot.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
adventures
List of problems (significance ; impending {internal conflict})
spaceship is leaking oil (we could be stranded; it gets worse as we go{I have plan but am afraid of speaking up})
Fellow crime fighter is missing (can't stop crime alone, longer missing likely dead{I like being alone})
Matriarch is dying (loss of life and control; won't make it through the night {I am guilty about feeling sad about this})
Tuition gone up (all the other schools suck; have until next week{Do I really want to go to the difficult elite school and p[ay to work hard?})
A kitten is planing to take over house (Family doesn't want to eat cat food; he is getting powerful by the minute {What could have I doe to turn whiskers evil?})
A girl with a massive knife is walking toward me (am I going to die?; only a few yards away {She is kind of hot}
An enemy archeologist has learned the location of an evil book of magic (This power could destroy the world; he has the resources and ability to get it in the next 24 hours {would I be any better with it})
Psychic wave imprint journal August 24 2010 4:57 A.M.
I am not jaded and disillusioned enough to think that the mail man has the better job than me. After ten years of high adventuring I am still glad that I persuade my childhood dream. One day I am uncovering an intergalactic crime syndicate ad the next I save a crowned prince from contracting vampyrism. But as I load my airship I do not look forward to the next twenty-four hours. For the first time I feel that the world could still be threatened even if (or more so) I succeed.
World renowned archeology bad boy and occultist, Dr. Fenis Felterton, has reportedly discovered the location of the First Book of Power. Written long before the Necromonicon, it is said to be not only the first words (symbols formed by spiritual intellect) on this planet, but the recipe of many gods, demons, and all humanity.
My twice fold fear arises from the understanding that though Felterton may only have evil plans for the book the book is unrelentingly seductive in the hands of any man.
As I think these thought onto the disk I am placing the last of my things in the crate I will be calling home for awhile. I have loaded more magical items and anti-magic than usual. But even more important than the magic is the archeological and historical reference I ave brought along. The temple is on an island cloaked with Atlantian technology. The password is in a journal I found of the Lemurian Admiral, Veshtoen. As I page through the journal (thinking more on philosophy and the strength of human conviction verses dark magic then Veshtoen's topics of geography and war), I notice a darkness assault my soul.
I am stepping out side and I see blackness no cloud could make blot the sun. A Frecktorian Hell Lord loams above us. I know that Fenis has not the strength of evil to make this creature and that the book, aware of the chase, has sent out a scout for its new slave. I now know the wrong decision but what is the right?
spaceship is leaking oil (we could be stranded; it gets worse as we go{I have plan but am afraid of speaking up})
Fellow crime fighter is missing (can't stop crime alone, longer missing likely dead{I like being alone})
Matriarch is dying (loss of life and control; won't make it through the night {I am guilty about feeling sad about this})
Tuition gone up (all the other schools suck; have until next week{Do I really want to go to the difficult elite school and p[ay to work hard?})
A kitten is planing to take over house (Family doesn't want to eat cat food; he is getting powerful by the minute {What could have I doe to turn whiskers evil?})
A girl with a massive knife is walking toward me (am I going to die?; only a few yards away {She is kind of hot}
An enemy archeologist has learned the location of an evil book of magic (This power could destroy the world; he has the resources and ability to get it in the next 24 hours {would I be any better with it})
Psychic wave imprint journal August 24 2010 4:57 A.M.
I am not jaded and disillusioned enough to think that the mail man has the better job than me. After ten years of high adventuring I am still glad that I persuade my childhood dream. One day I am uncovering an intergalactic crime syndicate ad the next I save a crowned prince from contracting vampyrism. But as I load my airship I do not look forward to the next twenty-four hours. For the first time I feel that the world could still be threatened even if (or more so) I succeed.
World renowned archeology bad boy and occultist, Dr. Fenis Felterton, has reportedly discovered the location of the First Book of Power. Written long before the Necromonicon, it is said to be not only the first words (symbols formed by spiritual intellect) on this planet, but the recipe of many gods, demons, and all humanity.
My twice fold fear arises from the understanding that though Felterton may only have evil plans for the book the book is unrelentingly seductive in the hands of any man.
As I think these thought onto the disk I am placing the last of my things in the crate I will be calling home for awhile. I have loaded more magical items and anti-magic than usual. But even more important than the magic is the archeological and historical reference I ave brought along. The temple is on an island cloaked with Atlantian technology. The password is in a journal I found of the Lemurian Admiral, Veshtoen. As I page through the journal (thinking more on philosophy and the strength of human conviction verses dark magic then Veshtoen's topics of geography and war), I notice a darkness assault my soul.
I am stepping out side and I see blackness no cloud could make blot the sun. A Frecktorian Hell Lord loams above us. I know that Fenis has not the strength of evil to make this creature and that the book, aware of the chase, has sent out a scout for its new slave. I now know the wrong decision but what is the right?
adventures
List of problems (significance ; impending {internal conflict})
spaceship is leaking oil (we could be stranded; it gets worse as we go{I have plan but am afraid of speaking up})
Fellow crime fighter is missing (can't stop crime alone, longer missing likely dead{I like being alone})
Matriarch is dying (loss of life and control; won't make it through the night {I am guilty about feeling sad about this})
Tuition gone up (all the other schools suck; have until next week{Do I really want to go to the difficult elite school and p[ay to work hard?})
A kitten is planing to take over house (Family doesn't want to eat cat food; he is getting powerful by the minute {What could have I doe to turn whiskers evil?})
A girl with a massive knife is walking toward me (am I going to die?; only a few yards away {She is kind of hot}
An enemy archeologist has learned the location of an evil book of magic (This power could destroy the world; he has the resources and ability to get it in the next 24 hours {would I be any better with it})
Psychic wave imprint journal August 24 2010 4:57 A.M.
I am not jaded and disillusioned enough to think that the mail man has the better job than me. After ten years of high adventuring I am still glad that I persuade my childhood dream. One day I am uncovering an intergalactic crime syndicate ad the next I save a crowned prince from contracting vampyrism. But as I load my airship I do not look forward to the next twenty-four hours. For the first time I feel that the world could still be threatened even if (or more so) I succeed.
World renowned archeology bad boy and occultist, Dr. Fenis Felterton, has reportedly discovered the location of the First Book of Power. Written long before the Necromonicon, it is said to be not only the first words (symbols formed by spiritual intellect) on this planet, but the recipe of many gods, demons, and all humanity.
My twice fold fear arises from the understanding that though Felterton may only have evil plans for the book the book is unrelentingly seductive in the hands of any man.
As I think these thought onto the disk I am placing the last of my things in the crate I will be calling home for awhile. I have loaded more magical items and anti-magic than usual. But even more important than the magic is the archeological and historical reference I ave brought along. The temple is on an island cloaked with Atlantian technology. The password is in a journal I found of the Lemurian Admiral, Veshtoen. As I page through the journal (thinking more on philosophy and the strength of human conviction verses dark magic then Veshtoen's topics of geography and war), I notice a darkness assault my soul.
I am stepping out side and I see blackness no cloud could make blot the sun. A Frecktorian Hell Lord loams above us. I know that Fenis has not the strength of evil to make this creature and that the book, aware of the chase, has sent out a scout for its new slave. I now know the wrong decision but what is the right?
spaceship is leaking oil (we could be stranded; it gets worse as we go{I have plan but am afraid of speaking up})
Fellow crime fighter is missing (can't stop crime alone, longer missing likely dead{I like being alone})
Matriarch is dying (loss of life and control; won't make it through the night {I am guilty about feeling sad about this})
Tuition gone up (all the other schools suck; have until next week{Do I really want to go to the difficult elite school and p[ay to work hard?})
A kitten is planing to take over house (Family doesn't want to eat cat food; he is getting powerful by the minute {What could have I doe to turn whiskers evil?})
A girl with a massive knife is walking toward me (am I going to die?; only a few yards away {She is kind of hot}
An enemy archeologist has learned the location of an evil book of magic (This power could destroy the world; he has the resources and ability to get it in the next 24 hours {would I be any better with it})
Psychic wave imprint journal August 24 2010 4:57 A.M.
I am not jaded and disillusioned enough to think that the mail man has the better job than me. After ten years of high adventuring I am still glad that I persuade my childhood dream. One day I am uncovering an intergalactic crime syndicate ad the next I save a crowned prince from contracting vampyrism. But as I load my airship I do not look forward to the next twenty-four hours. For the first time I feel that the world could still be threatened even if (or more so) I succeed.
World renowned archeology bad boy and occultist, Dr. Fenis Felterton, has reportedly discovered the location of the First Book of Power. Written long before the Necromonicon, it is said to be not only the first words (symbols formed by spiritual intellect) on this planet, but the recipe of many gods, demons, and all humanity.
My twice fold fear arises from the understanding that though Felterton may only have evil plans for the book the book is unrelentingly seductive in the hands of any man.
As I think these thought onto the disk I am placing the last of my things in the crate I will be calling home for awhile. I have loaded more magical items and anti-magic than usual. But even more important than the magic is the archeological and historical reference I ave brought along. The temple is on an island cloaked with Atlantian technology. The password is in a journal I found of the Lemurian Admiral, Veshtoen. As I page through the journal (thinking more on philosophy and the strength of human conviction verses dark magic then Veshtoen's topics of geography and war), I notice a darkness assault my soul.
I am stepping out side and I see blackness no cloud could make blot the sun. A Frecktorian Hell Lord loams above us. I know that Fenis has not the strength of evil to make this creature and that the book, aware of the chase, has sent out a scout for its new slave. I now know the wrong decision but what is the right?
Friday, February 26, 2010
Jobs I have had:
Apple orchard store reail
store cart attendent.
Ride operatior at amusment park
Jobs of which I have 2nd hand knowledge:
Robotics and controls
Art museum security guard
McDonald's
Being the Whoop Monster (that is a 20 pager in itself).
Stuggling extra in LA.
Paraprofesional in elementry school
working at gamestop
Character:
28 year old who is convinced that the government has a secret superp0wer projec operating and using it intergalactic prize fights. He loves collecting starmaps and evolutionary trees. He is 130 pounds and is 6' 4”. He can recite every roman emperor , known senator, and general. Can name every deitiy the the modern west is aware of. Has writen a two hundered page paper on the history of paper clips just for kicks
“How long has the ride been down?” Julie asked Phil as she aimed her spray bottle at the railing.
“Twenty-five minutes and twenty-eight, -nine, thrity seconds,” Phil peeled some gum off the 'walk. He stuck it on the back of his hand so he could through it in the trash when he next got near one, “I started reading a Pierre Boulle novel.”
“Really?”
“This couple is floating through space on vacation. They find a bottle with a manuscript in it.”
“Sounds interesting.” Julie scrubbed along.
“The manuscript tells about a man who joins a space program to Betelgeuse.
“Uh-hu”
“Betelgeuse has to be one of my favorite stars.”
“And, Why is that?”
“Well, according to Wikipedia it is 640 light years away. It is huge but they think it is only a few million years old.”
“That is facinating.”
“So, Who is your favourite Roman Emporer?” Phil moved the conversation along.
“I Don't know. Who is yours?”
“I really like Otho.I read on ach tee tee pee colon double slash triple-double-you dot roman heiphen empire dot net slash emperors slash otho dot html [http://www.roman-empire.net/emperors/otho.html],that he may have even been Nero's lever..” Some childern started to climb under the entrance chain.
“The ride is closed,” Julie told the kids. And they walked away.
“What are you not runniing the ride?” a managar walked up to Julie and Phil.
“It broke,” Phil said, “we called matenince. They said to shut down. It will take at least a half hour.”
“Sounds good,” the manager walked away.
“So, who is your favorite mythological character? I like ...”
Apple orchard store reail
store cart attendent.
Ride operatior at amusment park
Jobs of which I have 2nd hand knowledge:
Robotics and controls
Art museum security guard
McDonald's
Being the Whoop Monster (that is a 20 pager in itself).
Stuggling extra in LA.
Paraprofesional in elementry school
working at gamestop
Character:
28 year old who is convinced that the government has a secret superp0wer projec operating and using it intergalactic prize fights. He loves collecting starmaps and evolutionary trees. He is 130 pounds and is 6' 4”. He can recite every roman emperor , known senator, and general. Can name every deitiy the the modern west is aware of. Has writen a two hundered page paper on the history of paper clips just for kicks
“How long has the ride been down?” Julie asked Phil as she aimed her spray bottle at the railing.
“Twenty-five minutes and twenty-eight, -nine, thrity seconds,” Phil peeled some gum off the 'walk. He stuck it on the back of his hand so he could through it in the trash when he next got near one, “I started reading a Pierre Boulle novel.”
“Really?”
“This couple is floating through space on vacation. They find a bottle with a manuscript in it.”
“Sounds interesting.” Julie scrubbed along.
“The manuscript tells about a man who joins a space program to Betelgeuse.
“Uh-hu”
“Betelgeuse has to be one of my favorite stars.”
“And, Why is that?”
“Well, according to Wikipedia it is 640 light years away. It is huge but they think it is only a few million years old.”
“That is facinating.”
“So, Who is your favourite Roman Emporer?” Phil moved the conversation along.
“I Don't know. Who is yours?”
“I really like Otho.I read on ach tee tee pee colon double slash triple-double-you dot roman heiphen empire dot net slash emperors slash otho dot html [http://www.roman-empire.net/emperors/otho.html],that he may have even been Nero's lever..” Some childern started to climb under the entrance chain.
“The ride is closed,” Julie told the kids. And they walked away.
“What are you not runniing the ride?” a managar walked up to Julie and Phil.
“It broke,” Phil said, “we called matenince. They said to shut down. It will take at least a half hour.”
“Sounds good,” the manager walked away.
“So, who is your favorite mythological character? I like ...”
Sunday, February 14, 2010
dia
The Cat stood alone on the tower roof.
“Tonight is it,” said The Cat over his com-link
“You don't have to die so soon,” came a deep throaty response.
“Do you have a proposition, RockThorn?” said The Cat to the deep throaty voice.
“I am sorry, I thought I had told you to surrender.” RockThorn returned.
“How many people have you killed tonight, RockThorn?” The Cat saw a cape rise from an alley to the roof of an apartment complex.
“It appears that you may be able to ask my clients, tomorrow, if you continue your current path,” RockThorn shot a gun at The Cat.
“Feck Na Reptin! Lock Mo!” as the bullet entered The Cat's chest his chant caused his corporeal form to dissipate leaving the bullet to fly into a brick wall.
“I have spoken wrongly, my friend,” said Rockthorn as he clenched the hilt of his sword, “I hope dearly that I may bestow death upon you tonight. “I pray the evil has not held you too strongly.”
“The pain you shall receive for taking our slaves shall be much,” came The Cat's voice. And Rockthorn arched his back and cried aloud.
“I will not service Bob,” RockThorn hopped from roof to roof in search of his bullet.
“All that is alive shall be for Bob,” The Cat's spirit pushed RockThorn down an alley in between jumps.
“My anti-Bob life shall continue,” RockThorn pushed his left arm into a brick wall to keep from falling.
“Dr. Robert Pulfman has discovered pure good; please accept his gift old friend,” spoke the spirit of The Cat.
“For twenty eight years, you have called me foe,” RockThorn scaled the wall.
“I hated your actions, not you.”
“Yet, friend I was never called,” RockThorn continued up against the stabbing laid in by the spirit of The Cat.
“Why would I continue to seek correction for one that was not my friend?”
“Nearly every bank you prevented me from stealing from was one you had invested in.”
“It is wrong to steal from banks. And I invest in many banks. You just kept trying to rob the ones I invested in.”
“I successfully stole from twenty-four banks in which you had no investment,” RockThorn vomited as he stood up on the tower roof.
“This should not make you proud,” The Cat ground his spirit against RockThorn's kidney.
“You used to say that kindness was the only prerequisite for freedom and respect.,” RockThorn reached" for the built logged in the nearby wall.
“To accept Bob's goodness is to accept the ultimate kindness,” The Cat's Spirit pulled down an antenna unto RockThorn's head.
“Bob withholds all freedom, including the freedom to be kind,” RockThorn pushed against the antenna logged in his scalp.
“He gives all the freedom to choose,”
“Tonight is it,” said The Cat over his com-link
“You don't have to die so soon,” came a deep throaty response.
“Do you have a proposition, RockThorn?” said The Cat to the deep throaty voice.
“I am sorry, I thought I had told you to surrender.” RockThorn returned.
“How many people have you killed tonight, RockThorn?” The Cat saw a cape rise from an alley to the roof of an apartment complex.
“It appears that you may be able to ask my clients, tomorrow, if you continue your current path,” RockThorn shot a gun at The Cat.
“Feck Na Reptin! Lock Mo!” as the bullet entered The Cat's chest his chant caused his corporeal form to dissipate leaving the bullet to fly into a brick wall.
“I have spoken wrongly, my friend,” said Rockthorn as he clenched the hilt of his sword, “I hope dearly that I may bestow death upon you tonight. “I pray the evil has not held you too strongly.”
“The pain you shall receive for taking our slaves shall be much,” came The Cat's voice. And Rockthorn arched his back and cried aloud.
“I will not service Bob,” RockThorn hopped from roof to roof in search of his bullet.
“All that is alive shall be for Bob,” The Cat's spirit pushed RockThorn down an alley in between jumps.
“My anti-Bob life shall continue,” RockThorn pushed his left arm into a brick wall to keep from falling.
“Dr. Robert Pulfman has discovered pure good; please accept his gift old friend,” spoke the spirit of The Cat.
“For twenty eight years, you have called me foe,” RockThorn scaled the wall.
“I hated your actions, not you.”
“Yet, friend I was never called,” RockThorn continued up against the stabbing laid in by the spirit of The Cat.
“Why would I continue to seek correction for one that was not my friend?”
“Nearly every bank you prevented me from stealing from was one you had invested in.”
“It is wrong to steal from banks. And I invest in many banks. You just kept trying to rob the ones I invested in.”
“I successfully stole from twenty-four banks in which you had no investment,” RockThorn vomited as he stood up on the tower roof.
“This should not make you proud,” The Cat ground his spirit against RockThorn's kidney.
“You used to say that kindness was the only prerequisite for freedom and respect.,” RockThorn reached" for the built logged in the nearby wall.
“To accept Bob's goodness is to accept the ultimate kindness,” The Cat's Spirit pulled down an antenna unto RockThorn's head.
“Bob withholds all freedom, including the freedom to be kind,” RockThorn pushed against the antenna logged in his scalp.
“He gives all the freedom to choose,”
Friday, February 5, 2010
Story of the Unknown
This is a story beggining idea from option two on our list. I started with an incongruity and started puch little things all over that didn't make sense.
“Why is there a space ship here?” asked the archeologist as he walked into his neighbor's garage. His neighbor was a primatologiest.
“It is also a submarine and a land rover,” the primatologiest responded
“Come Bill, how were you able to get something like this?”
“Gorilla City, Tom. Gorilla City.”
“That is a comic book location, Bill.”
“Okay fine, It was in an orangutan monistary, Tom.”
“Is it still active, Bill?”
“No, Tom, The last monk died thirteen seconds ago.”
“How, Bill, must we make use of ourselves.”
“We must do battle, Tom.”
“I do not wish to fight you, Bill.”
“Silly Tom, I meant that we must fight the Evil Lord Nashpon.”
“O great Nashpon! How may we serve thee?”
“O Glorious One, what gifts shall we bring to you?”
“Shall we slay an entire species in order bring you pleasure, O Lord?” The reptilian noble children laughed uproariously as the mocked the stable boy, Nashpon. Now, some children would be discouraged by constant mocking. Other boys would hide the bitterness in their hearts fulling great power for revenge. Still others would simply try to live successfully in order to prove the others wrong in a much more dignified vengeance Some boys would ignore the others.
“Bill, This harness is really snug.”
“We are really about to go really fast, Tom.”
“Okay, Bill. I will hang on tight.” The ship started to rumble as both the primatologiest piolite and his Archeologist passenger piolet prepared for launch .
“Why is there a space ship here?” asked the archeologist as he walked into his neighbor's garage. His neighbor was a primatologiest.
“It is also a submarine and a land rover,” the primatologiest responded
“Come Bill, how were you able to get something like this?”
“Gorilla City, Tom. Gorilla City.”
“That is a comic book location, Bill.”
“Okay fine, It was in an orangutan monistary, Tom.”
“Is it still active, Bill?”
“No, Tom, The last monk died thirteen seconds ago.”
“How, Bill, must we make use of ourselves.”
“We must do battle, Tom.”
“I do not wish to fight you, Bill.”
“Silly Tom, I meant that we must fight the Evil Lord Nashpon.”
“O great Nashpon! How may we serve thee?”
“O Glorious One, what gifts shall we bring to you?”
“Shall we slay an entire species in order bring you pleasure, O Lord?” The reptilian noble children laughed uproariously as the mocked the stable boy, Nashpon. Now, some children would be discouraged by constant mocking. Other boys would hide the bitterness in their hearts fulling great power for revenge. Still others would simply try to live successfully in order to prove the others wrong in a much more dignified vengeance Some boys would ignore the others.
“Bill, This harness is really snug.”
“We are really about to go really fast, Tom.”
“Okay, Bill. I will hang on tight.” The ship started to rumble as both the primatologiest piolite and his Archeologist passenger piolet prepared for launch .
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Things
Things I fear:
Perpetual suffering
The Unknowable
The Knowable
Failure
My self
Things for which I yearn:
Knowledge
Passion
Power
stability
Love
Hope
Success
the unknowable.
Things by which I am angered:
My Failure
My Disorganization
Cutting tongs
Sarcastic hearts
Hubris
Perpetual suffering
The Unknowable
The Knowable
Failure
My self
Things for which I yearn:
Knowledge
Passion
Power
stability
Love
Hope
Success
the unknowable.
Things by which I am angered:
My Failure
My Disorganization
Cutting tongs
Sarcastic hearts
Hubris
Sunday, January 31, 2010
A belt
Her is a little story project I did for class. I know I am just a mark but this story felt really good for me. Insiders, I would love for input for later drafts.
A belt
The clock in the Cafe read 5:57 when Mac entered and walked to Eric's Table.
“You need to be at the “Center” now,” Mac said.
“But, I thought we were supposed to meet at 6:30.”
“Now.” Mac left
“Sorry, Mac,” Eric followed. A pretty blonde waitress named Nikki brought Eric's breakfast to the table, but Eric was gone
Eric saw Mac drive off to the school as he stepped out into the cloudy morning. As he walked Eric thought of last Sunday night:
Eric jumped from the top rope, drop kicking Big Dunker! Fritz Nordok rushed, but Eric got the attacker in a fireman's carry. Eric held Fritz for the pin and one-two-three. Eric went to the locker room after his arm was held up by the referee in victory.
“We are going to be busy next week end,” spoke Mac to Eric once Eric opened his locker. “On Friday,” he continued, “I win both matches. On Saturday I take a second victory with you winning the last match of the night.”
“Just talked to the booker,” Eric slipped on some fresh underwear.
“What did he say?”
“He said the morning event got canceled, so-”
But, you are supposed to tie me on Saturday evening,” interrupted Mac.
“After the event on Friday night a surprise announcement will make the Saturday evening match a two out of three falls match.”
“Then you get Sunday's match making you champ?”
“Yep,” as Eric finished getting dressed he noticed Mac talking to Dunker and Fritz on the other side of the room.
“Thanks champ,” Fritz responded to Mac's complement about his and Dunker's jobbing that night.
As Eric approached the “Center” he saw the old style Wrestling Cards:
AFTER THANKS GIVING:
MIDNORTH WRESTLING FEDERATION PRESENTS:
MEGA FEST!
THREE DAYS! FIVE SHOWS!
FRIDAY SATURDAY SUDAY ALL DAY EACH DAY!
FRIDAY MORNING BELL TIME......................................................................10:15
MAIN EVENT:
First of a Five Match Title Series
BILL “THE HATER” ADOFSTIEN..................vs.........................MAC “OUR CHAMP” PETERSON
(Challenger) (Defender)
The poster continued to list each of the shows.
“You know, we are going to have to take these all down, Bill” A man in a ref's shirt walked up to Eric.
“Because of the Schedule shift, right. So Tommy, do we have new ones printed up yet?
“Go ask Debbie,” Tommy pointed to a truck with a short heavyset woman handing out Doughnuts to wrestlers and every one else.
“One minute, hun,” Deb held up a finger to Eric as he approached. She handed out the last doughnut in the box to a kid and turned to Eric, “What can I do for you, Sweaty?”
“Bill, reporting for duty.” Eric spoke.
“Sorry sweaty, but you are just not “The Hater” to me. Never will be. I am just going to call you Eric.”
“Anyway, I was wondering if you had new Posters to match the current schedule”
“I got about eight hundred copies in the back there,” Deb pointed to he truck. : I just do not have the time to post them all over town”
“I can do it.”
“You are a doll,” Deb opened up her trunk and took out a large card board box, “Now remember to take down every old poster in town otherwise.”
“Sure thing, ma'am,” and Eric was off.
Eric moved along from store to store and telephone pole to telephone pole taking down old posters and stapling up new ones.
“Now I have heard of 'dine and dash,' but, as the term suggest, some eating is generally involved,” recognizing the voice turned from the cafe bulletin board to see pretty blonde waitress pouting at him.
“Sorry Nikki. I was needed to help set up for the show.” Eric started fumbling for his wallet as the new poster fell off the bulletin board. He bent over to pick it up and spilt change, “So sorry, how much I owe you. And can I get a muffin to go?”
“Don't worry about paying for before, and you can have a muffin on the house,” Nikki bent over to help Eric pick up his mess and shot him a smile.”
“Thank you,” Eric got up taking back his change.
“So, if you had to go prepare for the show, why are you back?” Nikki handed Eric his change.
“I had to change all of the signs because we canceled a show.”
“Sad! Now I will only get to see you four times,” the blonde pouted.
“So you're going to the shows?”
“Just punched out, and I got the whole weekend off to see you guys,” Nikki twisted her hair in her fingers.
“I shouldn't be surprised, Mac is one of the biggest draws in the state. Wait, if you are punching out what time is it?”
“Nine-thirty. How many more of those do you have to put up?”
“That was the last one but I don't think I am going to make it back to the “Center in time.”
“Well,” the pretty girl bit her lip, “I can give you a ride if you want”
“Really? If it is not a problem, I would be very grateful How much do I owe you for gas?”
“Silly, I a going there anyway Now, let us get you that muffin so you are not starving in the ring.”
“This is a really good muffin,” Eric delighted in the morsel As Nikki drove.
“So, the belt is in your grasp. Do, you think that you are going to win?”
“That is a secret.”
“Ah, a wrestler and his prescius kayfabe. Now, here is something that I do not get: The matches are predetermined and that makes them fun to watch, but is winning a title a really big deal? “
“Of Course it is! It means that the company thinks that you can be their biggest draw. You see, as a wrestler I work with the other guy in the ring, but it is the audience that I want to submit. I wrestle with crowd psychology I read the responses of the audience and get them to respond as I want.”
“Wow, that is pretty awesome,” Nikki smiled at Eric.
“Mac is much better at it then I am.”
“Bill, you are so late,” Mac yelled at Eric, Get your gear on . Remember this match ends when you go for a clothesline and I dodge getting you in the small package for the three count,” and the hero went to go get ready
“Today is a great day,” Mac said to the audience After the The Master Brothers Exited in victory, “And it is going to be a great weekend.” The audience roared in agreement. “This chunk of metal is up for grabs this weekend, but you guys are all the affirmation I will ever need,” The crowd went insane
“That sounds like talk of defeat,” the skull-masked Bill entered the ring to the resounding sound of booing and one shrill cheer.
“Oh yeah?” Mac went up to Bill, and they put their fore head together. Mac spoke so only Eric and the ref could hear, “Get me in a fireman's carry we will start the bell with you having me in a sleeper.”
They started out that way, and then Mac broke out with out saying anything and hit Eric much harder then necessary The crowed was ecstatic In less then a minute Mac had beaten bill to the delight and surprise of the crowd save for own persistent boo. After a post bell beating that left Eric a bloody mess Mac whispered into Eric's ear, “Do not be late again.”
“I will open with a drop kick,” said Mac at the Friday night main event before going straight into a series of unnecessary punches. Bill fought back but trying to keep the match technical he was soon knocked out and pinned.
“You will take the first all. I will take the second, and you will win with the third pin.” said Mac at the start of the Saturday two out of three match, “let's star with a test of strength.” The bell rang and Mac went straight for an early pin. This was all going to be a shoot, and Eric knew it. He went straight for a reversal, but Mac kicked out went out and started beating Eric into the mat. Eric reversed their position and finally got the first pin. As soon as the second fall started Mac went for his pin and got it. On the third fall Eric knew he couldn't trust Mac to let him win so the man called Bill went straight for the sleeper and won.
About an hour before the Sunday night show started Nikki came up to Eric with something to say.
A belt
The clock in the Cafe read 5:57 when Mac entered and walked to Eric's Table.
“You need to be at the “Center” now,” Mac said.
“But, I thought we were supposed to meet at 6:30.”
“Now.” Mac left
“Sorry, Mac,” Eric followed. A pretty blonde waitress named Nikki brought Eric's breakfast to the table, but Eric was gone
Eric saw Mac drive off to the school as he stepped out into the cloudy morning. As he walked Eric thought of last Sunday night:
Eric jumped from the top rope, drop kicking Big Dunker! Fritz Nordok rushed, but Eric got the attacker in a fireman's carry. Eric held Fritz for the pin and one-two-three. Eric went to the locker room after his arm was held up by the referee in victory.
“We are going to be busy next week end,” spoke Mac to Eric once Eric opened his locker. “On Friday,” he continued, “I win both matches. On Saturday I take a second victory with you winning the last match of the night.”
“Just talked to the booker,” Eric slipped on some fresh underwear.
“What did he say?”
“He said the morning event got canceled, so-”
But, you are supposed to tie me on Saturday evening,” interrupted Mac.
“After the event on Friday night a surprise announcement will make the Saturday evening match a two out of three falls match.”
“Then you get Sunday's match making you champ?”
“Yep,” as Eric finished getting dressed he noticed Mac talking to Dunker and Fritz on the other side of the room.
“Thanks champ,” Fritz responded to Mac's complement about his and Dunker's jobbing that night.
As Eric approached the “Center” he saw the old style Wrestling Cards:
AFTER THANKS GIVING:
MIDNORTH WRESTLING FEDERATION PRESENTS:
MEGA FEST!
THREE DAYS! FIVE SHOWS!
FRIDAY SATURDAY SUDAY ALL DAY EACH DAY!
FRIDAY MORNING BELL TIME......................................................................10:15
MAIN EVENT:
First of a Five Match Title Series
BILL “THE HATER” ADOFSTIEN..................vs.........................MAC “OUR CHAMP” PETERSON
(Challenger) (Defender)
The poster continued to list each of the shows.
“You know, we are going to have to take these all down, Bill” A man in a ref's shirt walked up to Eric.
“Because of the Schedule shift, right. So Tommy, do we have new ones printed up yet?
“Go ask Debbie,” Tommy pointed to a truck with a short heavyset woman handing out Doughnuts to wrestlers and every one else.
“One minute, hun,” Deb held up a finger to Eric as he approached. She handed out the last doughnut in the box to a kid and turned to Eric, “What can I do for you, Sweaty?”
“Bill, reporting for duty.” Eric spoke.
“Sorry sweaty, but you are just not “The Hater” to me. Never will be. I am just going to call you Eric.”
“Anyway, I was wondering if you had new Posters to match the current schedule”
“I got about eight hundred copies in the back there,” Deb pointed to he truck. : I just do not have the time to post them all over town”
“I can do it.”
“You are a doll,” Deb opened up her trunk and took out a large card board box, “Now remember to take down every old poster in town otherwise.”
“Sure thing, ma'am,” and Eric was off.
Eric moved along from store to store and telephone pole to telephone pole taking down old posters and stapling up new ones.
“Now I have heard of 'dine and dash,' but, as the term suggest, some eating is generally involved,” recognizing the voice turned from the cafe bulletin board to see pretty blonde waitress pouting at him.
“Sorry Nikki. I was needed to help set up for the show.” Eric started fumbling for his wallet as the new poster fell off the bulletin board. He bent over to pick it up and spilt change, “So sorry, how much I owe you. And can I get a muffin to go?”
“Don't worry about paying for before, and you can have a muffin on the house,” Nikki bent over to help Eric pick up his mess and shot him a smile.”
“Thank you,” Eric got up taking back his change.
“So, if you had to go prepare for the show, why are you back?” Nikki handed Eric his change.
“I had to change all of the signs because we canceled a show.”
“Sad! Now I will only get to see you four times,” the blonde pouted.
“So you're going to the shows?”
“Just punched out, and I got the whole weekend off to see you guys,” Nikki twisted her hair in her fingers.
“I shouldn't be surprised, Mac is one of the biggest draws in the state. Wait, if you are punching out what time is it?”
“Nine-thirty. How many more of those do you have to put up?”
“That was the last one but I don't think I am going to make it back to the “Center in time.”
“Well,” the pretty girl bit her lip, “I can give you a ride if you want”
“Really? If it is not a problem, I would be very grateful How much do I owe you for gas?”
“Silly, I a going there anyway Now, let us get you that muffin so you are not starving in the ring.”
“This is a really good muffin,” Eric delighted in the morsel As Nikki drove.
“So, the belt is in your grasp. Do, you think that you are going to win?”
“That is a secret.”
“Ah, a wrestler and his prescius kayfabe. Now, here is something that I do not get: The matches are predetermined and that makes them fun to watch, but is winning a title a really big deal? “
“Of Course it is! It means that the company thinks that you can be their biggest draw. You see, as a wrestler I work with the other guy in the ring, but it is the audience that I want to submit. I wrestle with crowd psychology I read the responses of the audience and get them to respond as I want.”
“Wow, that is pretty awesome,” Nikki smiled at Eric.
“Mac is much better at it then I am.”
“Bill, you are so late,” Mac yelled at Eric, Get your gear on . Remember this match ends when you go for a clothesline and I dodge getting you in the small package for the three count,” and the hero went to go get ready
“Today is a great day,” Mac said to the audience After the The Master Brothers Exited in victory, “And it is going to be a great weekend.” The audience roared in agreement. “This chunk of metal is up for grabs this weekend, but you guys are all the affirmation I will ever need,” The crowd went insane
“That sounds like talk of defeat,” the skull-masked Bill entered the ring to the resounding sound of booing and one shrill cheer.
“Oh yeah?” Mac went up to Bill, and they put their fore head together. Mac spoke so only Eric and the ref could hear, “Get me in a fireman's carry we will start the bell with you having me in a sleeper.”
They started out that way, and then Mac broke out with out saying anything and hit Eric much harder then necessary The crowed was ecstatic In less then a minute Mac had beaten bill to the delight and surprise of the crowd save for own persistent boo. After a post bell beating that left Eric a bloody mess Mac whispered into Eric's ear, “Do not be late again.”
“I will open with a drop kick,” said Mac at the Friday night main event before going straight into a series of unnecessary punches. Bill fought back but trying to keep the match technical he was soon knocked out and pinned.
“You will take the first all. I will take the second, and you will win with the third pin.” said Mac at the start of the Saturday two out of three match, “let's star with a test of strength.” The bell rang and Mac went straight for an early pin. This was all going to be a shoot, and Eric knew it. He went straight for a reversal, but Mac kicked out went out and started beating Eric into the mat. Eric reversed their position and finally got the first pin. As soon as the second fall started Mac went for his pin and got it. On the third fall Eric knew he couldn't trust Mac to let him win so the man called Bill went straight for the sleeper and won.
About an hour before the Sunday night show started Nikki came up to Eric with something to say.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
one of these is real
I was GMing (Game mastering, also reffered to as Dungeon mastering) this FRPG (fantasy Role Play Game such as D&D) called DragonLance (http://www.dragonraid.net/info). The party was fighting a tall troll or giant (can't rember). and I had to role damage for the monster against one of the PC's (player characters). The Troll/Giant did 2d8-4 (two eight sided dice minus 4) damge, and I rolled 2. Being new to the GM thing I was not sure what to do with the negative two. The player suggested that I should allow him to gain health (HP- -2 = HP+2) I said that that was not possiable, but he said that the Troll's mace pulled back his loose skin which would heal him. I gave it to him for good Role playing.
I was hanging out with my girlfriend one day at Lagoon Park in Jordan MN when a guy came up to us and told us that some aliens were coming. he was about 45 years oldand looker like he hadn't showered in 46 years. He was showing us the ship schimatics when he started vomiting and passed out. whe called 9-11 right away.
I was hanging out with my girlfriend one day at Lagoon Park in Jordan MN when a guy came up to us and told us that some aliens were coming. he was about 45 years oldand looker like he hadn't showered in 46 years. He was showing us the ship schimatics when he started vomiting and passed out. whe called 9-11 right away.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Well, here is my pillaging of an opening sentence for my own story. The story may seem stupid and probably reads like a Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo episode (see http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=3085 and http://video.google.com/videosearch?hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&hs=N06&resnum=0&q=bobobobobo&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wv#hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&hs=N06&resnum=0&q=bobobobobo&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wv&view=3&qvid=bobobobobo&vid=1609967097452799185), but I actually am working towards something from here.
She rolled her eyes and screwed up her mouth and stuck her leathery thin face into his smooth bland one.—Flannery O’Connor
And this was unfortunate for young Gilbin, for it was the last thing the eight year old was to see before his eyes were gorged out by some bored guards. The name of the woman who pressed her face against the man's was Beth. And, Beth did this thing to gain magical power from the bland man when she stuck her face to his. She used her magic to escape the prison and move to a small house.
The house was on the inside of a river except for when it was not. And when it was in the river she was sad. Still, everyday she went to work at the cart store. She assembled carts there so others could buy for their grocery shopping. She also dabbled in cleaning product shopping carts and cloth shopping carts, but grocery carts where her favorite. Her job made her very glad. And, she would never want to stop working at this job.
One day the boy named Gilbin was studying pottery as he had been for the past thirty-seven and three quarters years since he lost his sight. That day he decided to rearrange his knowledge and skill in pottery into the ability to build rockets. And, when his rocket was complete he escaped the prison.
In the old cart store Beth was slaying a rat that had started to lick the cart wheels. Right before the rat died he turned into the bland man from whom Beth had taken the magic.
"That was a nice kiss," said the man, "I hope the magic helps you escape this prison. Are they going to take that boy's eyes?" The man died.
The woman named Beth was sad. It maid her feel wicked that she was wearing a pink dress on Lord Tothman's holy day. Lord Tothman was her favorite Deity and she watched his game show.
Beth did not know that Lord Tothman was Gilbin from twelve thousand years in the future. Gilbin became Lord Tothman about twelve weeks after the eighth year of his eighty second anniversary of kissing Beth's daughter.
"But kisses are nice" said Beth's daughter, wife of Tothman. And so she created them. She also created trees. Trees where her favorite creation. Her second favorite creation was her daughter Neltieriety who first thought of Beth.
When Beth died at the age of twenty-seven weeks she had finished eating her fifty second alligator in her life. She hated alligators because they were the symbol of Totha Queen of love.
Tothman means son of Totha.
And now the real challenge is going to be to create some background that will make this meaningful and symbolic instead of senseless and inane.
Sincerely
Nathaniel Ryan Winkelmann
She rolled her eyes and screwed up her mouth and stuck her leathery thin face into his smooth bland one.—Flannery O’Connor
And this was unfortunate for young Gilbin, for it was the last thing the eight year old was to see before his eyes were gorged out by some bored guards. The name of the woman who pressed her face against the man's was Beth. And, Beth did this thing to gain magical power from the bland man when she stuck her face to his. She used her magic to escape the prison and move to a small house.
The house was on the inside of a river except for when it was not. And when it was in the river she was sad. Still, everyday she went to work at the cart store. She assembled carts there so others could buy for their grocery shopping. She also dabbled in cleaning product shopping carts and cloth shopping carts, but grocery carts where her favorite. Her job made her very glad. And, she would never want to stop working at this job.
One day the boy named Gilbin was studying pottery as he had been for the past thirty-seven and three quarters years since he lost his sight. That day he decided to rearrange his knowledge and skill in pottery into the ability to build rockets. And, when his rocket was complete he escaped the prison.
In the old cart store Beth was slaying a rat that had started to lick the cart wheels. Right before the rat died he turned into the bland man from whom Beth had taken the magic.
"That was a nice kiss," said the man, "I hope the magic helps you escape this prison. Are they going to take that boy's eyes?" The man died.
The woman named Beth was sad. It maid her feel wicked that she was wearing a pink dress on Lord Tothman's holy day. Lord Tothman was her favorite Deity and she watched his game show.
Beth did not know that Lord Tothman was Gilbin from twelve thousand years in the future. Gilbin became Lord Tothman about twelve weeks after the eighth year of his eighty second anniversary of kissing Beth's daughter.
"But kisses are nice" said Beth's daughter, wife of Tothman. And so she created them. She also created trees. Trees where her favorite creation. Her second favorite creation was her daughter Neltieriety who first thought of Beth.
When Beth died at the age of twenty-seven weeks she had finished eating her fifty second alligator in her life. She hated alligators because they were the symbol of Totha Queen of love.
Tothman means son of Totha.
And now the real challenge is going to be to create some background that will make this meaningful and symbolic instead of senseless and inane.
Sincerely
Nathaniel Ryan Winkelmann
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