He loves me, I know he loves me. He looks at me with those golden brown eyes and I feel like he can see into my soul. When we sit together the silence is dreamy and peaceful, not oppressive like it can be when you sit with others. I feel comforted by him. Calm.
Sometime’s he’ll lie down and lay his head on my lap. I’ll stroke his head and as he falls asleep I feel my stress ebbing away. On our daily walks I really feel like I can clear my head. Like walking with him is all the therapy I need. It seems to me that because we’ve been together for so long (going on 10 years now) that it’s time we took our relationship to the next level. I’m nervous about asking him since I know he can be a little cryptic sometimes. Having been together for so long this question is a simple one. I just have to be brave.
So after our run today, both of us breathing hard, I gather my nerve. While he’s laying on the couch I kneel before him, put my head to his and say “Burt, I think we should get married.” He pulls his head away and with that grin of his looks me right in the eyes before laying one on my cheek. I know what that means. We’re off to Vegas!
The only place that will welcome our decision freely and quickly. We drive 4 hours in the night. Burt whines when we fly. Before checking into a hotel I pull into the Love Chapel the moment we enter the city limits. It’s been 10 long years, no need to wait any further.
At the chapel Burt jumps out of the car. I’m glad to see he’s as excited as I am. When we get inside and I fill out the forms the woman, the registrar, at the desk looks at my information then at Burt and says “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” I look over at Burt who is meandering around the lobby in that cute way of his and smile saying “Oh I’m absolutely positive I want to do this.”
Inside the pastor calls our name as the next lucky couple. People in the aisle waiting to have their moment of bliss stare at us wide-eyed. Like me, they can’t believe this is happening either. When we get to the alter the pastor looks me up and down, looks over at Burt and laughs. I’m so glad this is joyous! When the time comes to kiss the bride everyone laughs and claps. This is the happiest day of my life.
I bend over and kiss Burt’s head, his fur caressing my lips. I put my hands around his face, looking into his eyes and say “I love you!” Burt looks up at me and wags his tail wildly.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Who's There?- Ch. 3
Chapter III- The Final Installment
Outside I get into my vacumobile and head to the site. Upon arriving it seems there is more life here than we realized. Tents have been erected and the low lifes of the surrounding systems seem to have created a little community for themselves. Stepping out of the vacu I could see clouds of smoke from the fires all around. I am blasted with a putrid smell that can only be described as scumbag living. Walking around with my gun and badge hidden I feel something afoot. How did these beings find this place; know to come here?
“Hey, buddy?” I poke the nearest being which happens to be a Snarken. He doesn’t move for a second so I poke him again. This time he snuffles and rolls over opening his eye slightly. “Buddy, how did you find this place?”
He looks me up and down and says in that gurgly voice of theirs “We heard about it from that guy,” pointing behind him to a huge tent structure that I hadn’t noticed before amid the smoke, debris and wall of beings. “Thanks” I mutter as he rolls back over, emitting a pretty horrible scent. I walk towards the huge structure and as I get closer I hear music playing. Music I don’t recognize though it sounds Earthly.
Right before I get to the door a Bontiki is thrown out by a very large man. “Enough!” the man shouts at the Tiki, wiping his hands. The Bontiki rolls over in the dirt laughing as I step over it to get to the door. The man, big and burly looks at me blankly then says “And?”
“Sounds like my kind of party in there.” I begin to walk forward when the guy puts his arm out stopping me. He puts his face right into mine and says “You are?”
“Full of words aren’t you, pal? I’m an old friend…of the crew,” I say. I have a theory and I’m going with it. What if Drag vicious has started his whole outfit up again; his whole gang and place of “business”? Right under our noses since we assumed the place was done for in our first sweep.
“The crew, huh? Wait here.” Right. As the hefty guy moves away into the tent I casually walk in behind him and dart to the right into the crowd. I follow the guy with my eyes he heads straight to the back of the tent, the crowd parting for him, and walks through another doorway. I begin walking in that direction, as close to the wall as possible but my progress is slow as I’m bumped constantly by the dancing beings all around me. Eventually I make it to the back of the tent just in time to see my burly buddy coming out of the door to my left. I jump into the corner crouching behind the Tetronicsound equipment. In a quick motion, still crouching I run over to the door and into it, my hand on my gun. The room is sparse with a carpet, full length mirror, wall of clothes and shoes, and a little curtain room. I hear a scuffle from behind the curtain to my right and jump behind the mirror. Out he saunters in a strapless gown and Shinny silver shoes. Son of a gun.
I pop out from behind the mirror and shoot my freezeoid gun at him simultaneously hitting the back up button on my Police radio. “Well, well, well if it isn’t my favorite douche in Drag,” I say walking around the stiff body now lying on the floor. His eyes try to follow my movements.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” I say out loud.
I’ll handle this, Josh.
Who’ll handle this? I’m in charge here. Picking up the pieces that Dave couldn’t gather for himself.
Don’t worry, Josh baby. You and Dave are in good hands.
Taking a deep breath and opening my eyes the world is almost fresh and new. Dave and Josh need me. They need a feminine touch to make the Universe right again.
Outside I get into my vacumobile and head to the site. Upon arriving it seems there is more life here than we realized. Tents have been erected and the low lifes of the surrounding systems seem to have created a little community for themselves. Stepping out of the vacu I could see clouds of smoke from the fires all around. I am blasted with a putrid smell that can only be described as scumbag living. Walking around with my gun and badge hidden I feel something afoot. How did these beings find this place; know to come here?
“Hey, buddy?” I poke the nearest being which happens to be a Snarken. He doesn’t move for a second so I poke him again. This time he snuffles and rolls over opening his eye slightly. “Buddy, how did you find this place?”
He looks me up and down and says in that gurgly voice of theirs “We heard about it from that guy,” pointing behind him to a huge tent structure that I hadn’t noticed before amid the smoke, debris and wall of beings. “Thanks” I mutter as he rolls back over, emitting a pretty horrible scent. I walk towards the huge structure and as I get closer I hear music playing. Music I don’t recognize though it sounds Earthly.
Right before I get to the door a Bontiki is thrown out by a very large man. “Enough!” the man shouts at the Tiki, wiping his hands. The Bontiki rolls over in the dirt laughing as I step over it to get to the door. The man, big and burly looks at me blankly then says “And?”
“Sounds like my kind of party in there.” I begin to walk forward when the guy puts his arm out stopping me. He puts his face right into mine and says “You are?”
“Full of words aren’t you, pal? I’m an old friend…of the crew,” I say. I have a theory and I’m going with it. What if Drag vicious has started his whole outfit up again; his whole gang and place of “business”? Right under our noses since we assumed the place was done for in our first sweep.
“The crew, huh? Wait here.” Right. As the hefty guy moves away into the tent I casually walk in behind him and dart to the right into the crowd. I follow the guy with my eyes he heads straight to the back of the tent, the crowd parting for him, and walks through another doorway. I begin walking in that direction, as close to the wall as possible but my progress is slow as I’m bumped constantly by the dancing beings all around me. Eventually I make it to the back of the tent just in time to see my burly buddy coming out of the door to my left. I jump into the corner crouching behind the Tetronicsound equipment. In a quick motion, still crouching I run over to the door and into it, my hand on my gun. The room is sparse with a carpet, full length mirror, wall of clothes and shoes, and a little curtain room. I hear a scuffle from behind the curtain to my right and jump behind the mirror. Out he saunters in a strapless gown and Shinny silver shoes. Son of a gun.
I pop out from behind the mirror and shoot my freezeoid gun at him simultaneously hitting the back up button on my Police radio. “Well, well, well if it isn’t my favorite douche in Drag,” I say walking around the stiff body now lying on the floor. His eyes try to follow my movements.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” I say out loud.
I’ll handle this, Josh.
Who’ll handle this? I’m in charge here. Picking up the pieces that Dave couldn’t gather for himself.
Don’t worry, Josh baby. You and Dave are in good hands.
Taking a deep breath and opening my eyes the world is almost fresh and new. Dave and Josh need me. They need a feminine touch to make the Universe right again.
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In talking with people who have read my blog I have gotten some very helpful feedback not only on what I've written but on the layout. When I post short stories that I split up into chapters it would have been helpful if the blogging site recognized which is chapter 1 and put it at the top. It however does not do that. Instead it archives by date. Therefore I have changed a few things.
Firstly, on the right hand side of the page the older posts will appear first under the archive section and this will hopefully alleviate the issue of which part of the story comes first as I always post the first chapter of any story first thereby making it the older posting.
Secondly, and maybe most importantly, I have included the chapter numbers in the title of the post as well as within the body of it. This will certainly clue those in on where to start if they are arriving at my site for the first time.
As stated at the top of my blog you can also click on the "Tales" section in the labels area on the right hand side of my page to sort through my stories and pick one you would like to read exclusively.
Hopefully this will help clear things up and make my blog even more enjoyable to read and easier than ever to use.
In talking with people who have read my blog I have gotten some very helpful feedback not only on what I've written but on the layout. When I post short stories that I split up into chapters it would have been helpful if the blogging site recognized which is chapter 1 and put it at the top. It however does not do that. Instead it archives by date. Therefore I have changed a few things.
Firstly, on the right hand side of the page the older posts will appear first under the archive section and this will hopefully alleviate the issue of which part of the story comes first as I always post the first chapter of any story first thereby making it the older posting.
Secondly, and maybe most importantly, I have included the chapter numbers in the title of the post as well as within the body of it. This will certainly clue those in on where to start if they are arriving at my site for the first time.
As stated at the top of my blog you can also click on the "Tales" section in the labels area on the right hand side of my page to sort through my stories and pick one you would like to read exclusively.
Hopefully this will help clear things up and make my blog even more enjoyable to read and easier than ever to use.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Who's There?- Ch. 2
Chapter II
I woke up in the Medi room, blinking frantically as my eyes slowly adjusted to the natu-light glowing around the room. A doctor came in of the Gragain species. Fortunately for me he spoke human. “So it seems you were blasted with a fragmenting lazer.” Gargains are very to the point.
“Right, at least it wasn’t a bullet,” I said rubbing my head.
“It seems the villain created a new weapon and from what we can gather your being has been split. Into how many pieces we don’t know.” I looked down at my body. Everything seemed attached and unharmed. I felt my head, no bumps or bruises. I lifted the sheet and looked between my legs to make extra sure.
“Everything seems to be in place, Doc.”
“Your being. You humans refer to it as many things like soul, personality, and so on.”
“You’re telling me that Diva dick fragmented my personality”
“That’s what I’m telling you.”
Ever since then it’s been non-stop whirring and buzzing. I feel like I’m floating by. I mean I know we float around now a day as transportation but I feel like I’m floating within myself.
Because you are, Dave.
What was that? It felt like it was in my head.
That’s right.
Who is talking? I’m not talking. There’s no one around me. What’s going on?
Oh nothing, just hanging out.
Who said that?
You did.
I didn’t say anything. Who are you?
I’m you, well, another you.
What? Where are you, buddy? The joke is over. Come out now.
Ok
Opening my eyes I feel alive and ready. Dave could only do so much. Time to fight back. Gotta look good on the journey. Man, Dave has got some shitty taste in clothes. I’ll have to change. But what to wear? His body is pretty worn down, all that drinking. Look at this gut! We should go to go to the gym. Maybe after I save the universe. Ok, jeans and a button down shirt will have to do. Cool, casual, collected.
At the office everyone greets me normally of course except for Brian. When he comes over to say hello he stops, looking me directly in the eyes bobbing his head up and down looking for something. “You all right, Dave?”
“Sure, all right.”
I take off Dave’s jacket, put it over the back of the chair and sit down in front of the Cellu-screen. Typing up Drag Vicious into the main frame I begin my investigation into revenge. The Drag’s last known address and associates are dead and gone. His hide-out on Planet Trontan was blown up in a massive raid a few years back taking most of his known associates with it. It’s somewhere to start, though.
As I stand up and put my coat on the Chief says “Wait Dave, where are you going Buddy?”
“Following a lead chief.”
I woke up in the Medi room, blinking frantically as my eyes slowly adjusted to the natu-light glowing around the room. A doctor came in of the Gragain species. Fortunately for me he spoke human. “So it seems you were blasted with a fragmenting lazer.” Gargains are very to the point.
“Right, at least it wasn’t a bullet,” I said rubbing my head.
“It seems the villain created a new weapon and from what we can gather your being has been split. Into how many pieces we don’t know.” I looked down at my body. Everything seemed attached and unharmed. I felt my head, no bumps or bruises. I lifted the sheet and looked between my legs to make extra sure.
“Everything seems to be in place, Doc.”
“Your being. You humans refer to it as many things like soul, personality, and so on.”
“You’re telling me that Diva dick fragmented my personality”
“That’s what I’m telling you.”
Ever since then it’s been non-stop whirring and buzzing. I feel like I’m floating by. I mean I know we float around now a day as transportation but I feel like I’m floating within myself.
Because you are, Dave.
What was that? It felt like it was in my head.
That’s right.
Who is talking? I’m not talking. There’s no one around me. What’s going on?
Oh nothing, just hanging out.
Who said that?
You did.
I didn’t say anything. Who are you?
I’m you, well, another you.
What? Where are you, buddy? The joke is over. Come out now.
Ok
Opening my eyes I feel alive and ready. Dave could only do so much. Time to fight back. Gotta look good on the journey. Man, Dave has got some shitty taste in clothes. I’ll have to change. But what to wear? His body is pretty worn down, all that drinking. Look at this gut! We should go to go to the gym. Maybe after I save the universe. Ok, jeans and a button down shirt will have to do. Cool, casual, collected.
At the office everyone greets me normally of course except for Brian. When he comes over to say hello he stops, looking me directly in the eyes bobbing his head up and down looking for something. “You all right, Dave?”
“Sure, all right.”
I take off Dave’s jacket, put it over the back of the chair and sit down in front of the Cellu-screen. Typing up Drag Vicious into the main frame I begin my investigation into revenge. The Drag’s last known address and associates are dead and gone. His hide-out on Planet Trontan was blown up in a massive raid a few years back taking most of his known associates with it. It’s somewhere to start, though.
As I stand up and put my coat on the Chief says “Wait Dave, where are you going Buddy?”
“Following a lead chief.”
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Who's There?- Ch. 1
Chapter I
Why won’t that damn whirring noise stop? All I hear in my head, everyday is a sound like a ceiling fan going round and round. Where did it come from? More importantly how do I make it stop?
I feel like I can’t remember anything before the whirring and whizzing shooting in my head. I can remember when it started because that was the day everything changed. I was sitting in the Sky Bar on Planet Forsan enjoying a Tri-blink blended drink. As the planet rotated around its 4th sun of the day I leaned back in my floating chair feeling at peace. My job was going well. As an inter-stellar crime negotiator I was always busy though not always culpable since other worldly crime is pretty hard to police let alone talk a being out of.
As the drink started to take effect I leaned back and let the fizzy feeling wash over me. I was starting to see the stars they advertise for on the drink bottle when I heard a commotion at the door. In walked the notorious Solar Stealer brandishing a new Ultra powered Nitro Fever gun. He had a huge grin on his face.
“Well, well, well, what a nice restaurant,” he said walking slowly through the tables, the gun pointed out like an extension of his arm. Beings scattered out of his way. I slowly put my hand on my Dual ray gun in the back of my belt. I continued sipping my drink with the other hand.
As he walked towards my table I saw recognition dawn on his face. “If it isn’t my favorite copped crusader.”
“Nice to see you again, Stealer. I see you’ve decided to take leave of your cell.”
“Wasn’t really working out for me; confinement,” he said picking up my glass and finishing my drink. “Wow, that’s a kick!” He turned around and blasted a few quick shots into the air evoking a few screams in the crowd. With his back turned I took my moment and flew at him pinning him to the ground with my knee in his back.
“Nice try Stealer but next time-“
“Next time you shouldn’t underestimate the bad guy.” I felt the cold steel of another gun on my neck. Turning my head to the right I saw a long red robe and pink stilettos. It was none other than Drag Vicious: a man so deadly he could wear women’s clothing and still be frightening. I slowly stood up, kicking the Stealer on the way, hands raised above my head.
“Why don’t we just let these nice beings go, shall we?” I said walking to the left hoping to see a clear exit strategy somewhere.
“Hmm, let me think about that.” Drag Vicious frowned, bit his lip and said “No, that’s pretty boring. I think we need to spice it up a bit.” He shot his gun at me. From there everything went hazy and then blackness.
Why won’t that damn whirring noise stop? All I hear in my head, everyday is a sound like a ceiling fan going round and round. Where did it come from? More importantly how do I make it stop?
I feel like I can’t remember anything before the whirring and whizzing shooting in my head. I can remember when it started because that was the day everything changed. I was sitting in the Sky Bar on Planet Forsan enjoying a Tri-blink blended drink. As the planet rotated around its 4th sun of the day I leaned back in my floating chair feeling at peace. My job was going well. As an inter-stellar crime negotiator I was always busy though not always culpable since other worldly crime is pretty hard to police let alone talk a being out of.
As the drink started to take effect I leaned back and let the fizzy feeling wash over me. I was starting to see the stars they advertise for on the drink bottle when I heard a commotion at the door. In walked the notorious Solar Stealer brandishing a new Ultra powered Nitro Fever gun. He had a huge grin on his face.
“Well, well, well, what a nice restaurant,” he said walking slowly through the tables, the gun pointed out like an extension of his arm. Beings scattered out of his way. I slowly put my hand on my Dual ray gun in the back of my belt. I continued sipping my drink with the other hand.
As he walked towards my table I saw recognition dawn on his face. “If it isn’t my favorite copped crusader.”
“Nice to see you again, Stealer. I see you’ve decided to take leave of your cell.”
“Wasn’t really working out for me; confinement,” he said picking up my glass and finishing my drink. “Wow, that’s a kick!” He turned around and blasted a few quick shots into the air evoking a few screams in the crowd. With his back turned I took my moment and flew at him pinning him to the ground with my knee in his back.
“Nice try Stealer but next time-“
“Next time you shouldn’t underestimate the bad guy.” I felt the cold steel of another gun on my neck. Turning my head to the right I saw a long red robe and pink stilettos. It was none other than Drag Vicious: a man so deadly he could wear women’s clothing and still be frightening. I slowly stood up, kicking the Stealer on the way, hands raised above my head.
“Why don’t we just let these nice beings go, shall we?” I said walking to the left hoping to see a clear exit strategy somewhere.
“Hmm, let me think about that.” Drag Vicious frowned, bit his lip and said “No, that’s pretty boring. I think we need to spice it up a bit.” He shot his gun at me. From there everything went hazy and then blackness.
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