If he says it once again, I’ll kill him, she thought. If he says anything else… She was slouching over the kitchen sink and doing the dishes from dinner. If I had a dishwasher, I’d be standing in the middle of the living room now shouting at him. Sometimes less is really more. Fewer conveniences, more silence.  Bitterly she gave a laugh and put another tumbler down on the dish towel. What does it matter that she doesn’t have a dishwasher, because her mother-in-law has made do with a mug all her life?

     The sound made from the continuously ringing phone, had been going on and off for close to an hour. When the middle age man finally heard the constant chirping he had been dreaming of. Simply opening his eyes was a formidable challenge. Looking around the small space with blurred vision he finally realized he was at home; and some one was calling. Before the dim remembrance of yesterday faded back, the room started spinning and the urge to expel reminisce of the night before was over powering.

A random story

The past few days have been quite eventful. Never, could I imagine ever having such an experience in my life.

The following is a working Title name. Just something I wrote out quickly today. Is rather poorly written if I do say so, but just upping it as is. Might continue this piece, may not. But here is, as said, the Pilot episode.

Spiral (Working Title)

Episode One: Pilot

Its late and there’s nothing to do but to look at the blank white screen. Blink….. Blink……Blink.

Close off all the lights in the room still the screen Blink….Blink….Blink.

How long had he been laying there the laptop on his desk was closed, still when he did the same with his eyes, Blink…. Blink……Blink

that empty white page that just poured out every thought and feeling he had to get away.

heavens tower

the ones who came before the greart war of the heavens was said to have powers absolute and they are known as an

unknown for thats what they are an unknown entity

they say that they fought within themselves and nearly destroyed their culture, the ones who were left took sanctuary

somewhere in the omega quadriant of space and created the heavens tower  where they lived for millieanias until they left this quadriants of realms for ones untouched by time and space 

To paraphrase one of our more esteemed Denizens; this was in the way of a Dash. I had a few hours to kill, and after a little thought, ran this off

I hope it makes a sort of sense.

End Game

‘DO you believe in evil,’ Martindale asked. ‘Not evil as a concept, I mean. More, good, old fashioned, physical evil? The sort that exists for its own sake?’

This is the continuing adventures of Subi-Toh and Tal-Kenn, two characters inspired by the game descriptions of member r1044.

See if you can find my nod to one of my favorite fantasy and sci-fi writers, Ursula K. Le-Guin.

A Talk Between Friends

Subi-Toh and Tal-Kenn walked quietly along the trail that lead to the coast. The pony, carrying their supplies, followed. The pair had had enough of Tori and djinns to last a lifetime. It was Tal who broke the silence.

That January night in the Mid West was bitterly cold. The powerful north wind was blowing in devastatingly hard for that time of year. The cascading rain drops swooped in at a heavy angle, they froze as they hit the ground. A long forgotten building was taking the brunt of the assault.  The old run down truck stop, motel, diner and bar, was once the place to be on Friday nights for all the county folks; but had now been closed for over ten years. The horrendous storm was taking a viscous beating on the aged structure.

    Denizens, today marks the hundredth anniversary of one of British Maritime’s most infamous disasters. On the 14th of April 1912, the largest ship of its generation, The Titanic, sank on its maiden voyage.

    ‘A cat-ass-trophy’, the world agreed. But what the hell did they expect?
 
    ‘Its unsinkable!’ everyone said.
 
    Now, if that’s not poking fate with a poo-stick, I don’t know what is.

Jimmy had all of his drawings, sketches, and diagrams labeling the parts of the model carefully arranged on the desk of Mr. Marlowe’s study.  He was ready to do his part in seeing the model of the ship to its completion.  He watched as Mr. Marlowe carefully put the finishing touches onto the beautiful scale model of the British man of war, H. M. S. Defiance.

"Wow, that is fantastic, Mr. Marlowe," he said.  "Now, you take it apart, piece by piece, and label all of the pieces, right?  Then you rebuild it in the bottle."

I walked across the endless beach a dry and barren land that stretched out before me. I was always here and the sand was always around me so far as my memory could attest. I walked and needed nothing while the sand was warm and the world unimaginative my path was bearable. I stopped when I pleased but soon found no reason to take in the vast endless ocean of sand that swirled around me yet was so perfectly calm and silent.

The red clouds shifted in the sky. The sun would soon rest behind the horizon and darkness would envelop us. We sat on top of her red 1987 Mustang, the cool metal was like a river. We drifted off to a silent world were the sunset was forever and the population was only two. Subtle music was playing in the background, the base followed the rhythm of my heart. It was pacing faster towards the crescendo. Her fingertips touched mine, the amp blew. Electricity danced in the sky. Auras of purple and blue accented the red clouds.

Reminds me of the ocean

I sat in the cold mud and wrapped my blanket close to myself. It was well below freezing and even the thundering mortar fire I heard off in the distance had ceased. There was noise before, but now only cold, wet, silence remained. My squad was hit by one of those mortar shells, and then ambushed. We couldn’t hold where we were, so our commanding officer ordered us to scatter. I got lost in the tree’s and I would wager I wasn’t the only one. Between avoiding enemies and trying to regroup I was lost in more ways than one.

Party for Big Jake

(Babysitting with Daniel)

"Tell us another story, Kennedy begged Daniel, please!" The little girl looked at him with big doe like eyes. Anthony; Kennedy’s brother, also pleaded, "Just a Quick one before you leave, Ok?” Daniel looked into the two children’s imploring eyes, then his girlfriend Gabrielle, and finally Mr. and Mrs. Henderson’s. They all smiled each nodding their heads in agreement.

From The Files

Of

Jack And The Giant

Private Investigators

Case #18: Hickory, Dickory, Doc:  Case of the missing mouse

“Hickory, Dickory, Doc. The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one the mouse ran down. Hickory, Dickory, Doc.”

“Oh, sweet flower, oh, careless darling. Don't you know I love you?”, I asked her. She didn't reply. She had become so distant nowadays. She kept to herself and everlasting dreams. She didn't even look at me anymore. Though I never stopped admiring her. Her porcelain skin was dusted with little make-up. Her natural beauty was more than enough to enthrall me. Her soft blond hair fitted her face perfectly even though some had strayed, touching her lips. I still loved the imperfection.

     Moonlight spilled into the quiet room. Dust shifted as the night breezed swirled through. It felt like a deep breath, the filling of cool oxygen into your burning lungs. Everything felt so new, so reformed. I couldn't tell if it was the absence of gravity that made my heart race or the the nostalgic presence of an old flame. It had to be the latter. She floated around curled into a ball. Her curly black spiraled around her head like a dark halo. It all felt so free to me.

The North Pole (N.P.) is one of the most important military and manufacturing zones in North America, and it is controlled by the United States; it has a permanent population of approximately 120 000 workers and is located within the Arctic Circle. This paper will explain, using the system view and the network view of human geography, why the North Pole is a terrible place to live.

From The Files

Of

Jack And The Giant

Private Investigators

Case #16: The Gingerbread House Caper

Gerard must come up with a 500 word short story in english class. The only problem... the first... and last lines are given to him already. (One, cannot Trust a structure, built on a foundation, poured by another hand...) He thought.. and thought...

(481 wrds)

Her eyes flit across our faces anxiously, then fell. Her fingers found the hem of her shirt, and she began to twist it nervously around one finger. "Nevheveveshi," she muttered, raising her gaze to see if anyone was moving. Feeling bad for her, I rose from my seat. With obvious relief, she flew to the now-empty seat,  amid whispers of, "What did she say? I couldn't hear."

I've been thinking about how, at one point in your life, you can look forward to a certain day for a whole year with such hope, anticipation, and nervous excitement... and then suddenly the clouds roll in on life and it becomes nothing but just another uneventful, depressing, monotonous, gray day; so plain that you almost forget what day it is.

In recent years, this week held a special anniversary for me, and I had planned on making it an hugely important and special anniversary for the rest of my life, but things didn't work out the way I intended.