Mad Max Here:
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.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
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.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Unadvisable- Ch. 3
Chapter III- The Final Installment
“So you’re telling me that our President is doing illegal side deals?” I asked skeptically. Tom turned to me and said “No, I’m telling you that the President is unaware that he is working closely with some highly unadvisable advisors.”
We both sat in silence as the sign for the Nevada state border came and went by our window. “How did they figure out you knew?”
“They had followed Charly that night and when they saw the ambulance pulling his dead body out on a stretcher they probably assumed he was killed passing on information. Ironically that isn’t far from the truth.”
“So where’s Paulie?”
“He’s gone. Paulie can blend in anywhere. He’s well connected being part of some organization. He’s just gone. And me, well they’ve bee following me ever since. I’ve been trying to out maneuver them but they’re getting more aggressive.”
“What if they just want to talk or offer you a hell of a lot of money to keep quiet?”
“Do you really think men that high up with that much to loose are going to chance this kind of information being kept quiet with money?”
“Hmm, I suppose not. So what’s the plan?”
“The plan is to drive,” he said pointing his arm forward. Good plan.
As if on cue a car came up behind us fast with the head lights blazing. It sped forward and banged into the back of our car. I stepped on the accelerator but in my beat up 95’ Corolla I had no hopes of outracing their 2009 Land Cruiser. As I sped forward they pulled along our right side and turned into our car. We were lifted off the ground for a second and pushed off the road onto the shoulder, steep drop off the mountainous road. Our left front wheel was rolling on air. I veered back to the right trying to get on steady ground when the Land Cruiser smashed into us again. Both our front wheels got pushed over the edge. I sharply turned the wheel to the right trying to gain back some solid ground but the Land Cruiser slammed into our right side one more time.
For a moment everything was silent. Then everything went into chaos as our car fell over the edge and we tumbled down the slope. Rolling over and over I could see the debris pass by and hear the crunching and breaking of my car. My head hit the side window a couple of times and I felt my arm get squished between the wheel and my leg. With a sickening crunch my arm succumbed to the pressure.
Finally the car stopped rolling landing upside down. Hanging there I couldn’t imagine I was still alive.
“Tom? Tom are you ok, buddy?” No response. With all the blood rushing to my battered head I could barely turn it. Moving slowly I looked over. Tom wasn’t in his seat anymore. He had been pushed through the windshield and from what I could tell his head had been outside of the window as we rolled over and over. Dazed, confused and still in shock I unbuckled my seat belt which sent me head first into the roof. After a few moments of seeing stars I rolled towards the door window which had shattered; whether from the impact or my head who knows.
I slowly crawled through the window, every movement hurting every part of me. I got almost through the window before I collapsed exhausted by my efforts, my feet dangling over the driver’s seat head rest. Lying there in the freezing desert night I could see my labored breathing in the air. As I began to regain more consciousness the words of the past few hours drifted back to me. “Advisors, Drugs, Terrorism. Doesn’t know. Killed him.” I started breathing hard again. I could hear voices in the distance. Two were running towards me, down the hill my car had just tumbled. Are they going to finish the job they had started on the road? Or maybe they are passerby’s coming to lend a helping hand.
I gotta get out of here.
“So you’re telling me that our President is doing illegal side deals?” I asked skeptically. Tom turned to me and said “No, I’m telling you that the President is unaware that he is working closely with some highly unadvisable advisors.”
We both sat in silence as the sign for the Nevada state border came and went by our window. “How did they figure out you knew?”
“They had followed Charly that night and when they saw the ambulance pulling his dead body out on a stretcher they probably assumed he was killed passing on information. Ironically that isn’t far from the truth.”
“So where’s Paulie?”
“He’s gone. Paulie can blend in anywhere. He’s well connected being part of some organization. He’s just gone. And me, well they’ve bee following me ever since. I’ve been trying to out maneuver them but they’re getting more aggressive.”
“What if they just want to talk or offer you a hell of a lot of money to keep quiet?”
“Do you really think men that high up with that much to loose are going to chance this kind of information being kept quiet with money?”
“Hmm, I suppose not. So what’s the plan?”
“The plan is to drive,” he said pointing his arm forward. Good plan.
As if on cue a car came up behind us fast with the head lights blazing. It sped forward and banged into the back of our car. I stepped on the accelerator but in my beat up 95’ Corolla I had no hopes of outracing their 2009 Land Cruiser. As I sped forward they pulled along our right side and turned into our car. We were lifted off the ground for a second and pushed off the road onto the shoulder, steep drop off the mountainous road. Our left front wheel was rolling on air. I veered back to the right trying to get on steady ground when the Land Cruiser smashed into us again. Both our front wheels got pushed over the edge. I sharply turned the wheel to the right trying to gain back some solid ground but the Land Cruiser slammed into our right side one more time.
For a moment everything was silent. Then everything went into chaos as our car fell over the edge and we tumbled down the slope. Rolling over and over I could see the debris pass by and hear the crunching and breaking of my car. My head hit the side window a couple of times and I felt my arm get squished between the wheel and my leg. With a sickening crunch my arm succumbed to the pressure.
Finally the car stopped rolling landing upside down. Hanging there I couldn’t imagine I was still alive.
“Tom? Tom are you ok, buddy?” No response. With all the blood rushing to my battered head I could barely turn it. Moving slowly I looked over. Tom wasn’t in his seat anymore. He had been pushed through the windshield and from what I could tell his head had been outside of the window as we rolled over and over. Dazed, confused and still in shock I unbuckled my seat belt which sent me head first into the roof. After a few moments of seeing stars I rolled towards the door window which had shattered; whether from the impact or my head who knows.
I slowly crawled through the window, every movement hurting every part of me. I got almost through the window before I collapsed exhausted by my efforts, my feet dangling over the driver’s seat head rest. Lying there in the freezing desert night I could see my labored breathing in the air. As I began to regain more consciousness the words of the past few hours drifted back to me. “Advisors, Drugs, Terrorism. Doesn’t know. Killed him.” I started breathing hard again. I could hear voices in the distance. Two were running towards me, down the hill my car had just tumbled. Are they going to finish the job they had started on the road? Or maybe they are passerby’s coming to lend a helping hand.
I gotta get out of here.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Unadvisable- Ch. 2
Chapter II
It had happened a few months ago, while playing poker in the back room of his night gig at the grocery store. He and his cronies were having a good time, laughing, drinking, shooting the shit when this guy slams through the double doors.
“Hey Charly, you made it,” Paulie said, Tom’s boss. Paulie pulled out a chair at the table as Charly swayed over to it and collapsed in it. The guy was clearly wasted.
“Where have you been man? I’ve been trying to reach you for the past few weeks.” Paul said loudly. The man was haggard looking with his eyes constantly darting back and forth around the room. They were bloodshot and puffy like he hadn’t slept in ages.
“I’ve been around,” Charly said picking up a nearby glass of whisky and downing it. The guys continued to play poker with Charly watching. After a while people began to teeter off and leave with what was left of their money. Before Tom knew it he, Paulie and Charly were the only ones left. Charly’s eyes were half open and his expression was blank; his mouth dangling open. Paulie slapped him on the shoulder and Charly bolted upright.
“Are you ok man?” Tom asked. Charly leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. He then pulled a bottle of pills from his breat pocket, opened them, threw the entire contents of the bottle into his mouth and swallowed them down with the Jack Daniels bottle.
“Woah, hey man!” Both Paulie and Tom jumped out of their chairs. “What the hell are you doing, guy?!” Tom shouted. Charly leaned back, lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke out in perfect little circles. “I’m taking back the control they took from me.”
“Whose they?” Paulie asked cautiously, like he was approaching a skittish cat.
“The government. I found out something they weren’t so thrilled about. They’ve been trying to get a hold of me ever since. I don’t know what they’re planning on doing but I’m not waiting to find out.” He looked at the end of his cigarette and started chuckling to himself. This guy has gone nuts, Tom thought.
“What’s going on with you, man?” Paulie asked. Charly turned his head slowly towards him and said “Turns out the President doesn’t know everything.” Charly chuckled again. Paulie and Tom looked at each other “What are you talking about?” Tom was frustrated. This guy was babbling and wasting his time. Charly jumped up and grabbed Tom by the collar putting his face centimeters away from Tom’s. He had a crazed look in his eyes.
“The President’s advisors claim they are getting paid legally to make speeches and advise other private companies about business. What they don’t tell you is that the companies they are advising aren’t always of the best moral fiber.”
“Ok,” Tom said trying to pull always from Charly’s grip.
“Drugs, war missiles for other countries we are not supposed to be dealing with, the list goes on and on.” Charly let go of Tom’s shirt, ruffled through his pockets and slammed down a piece of paper on the table. With that his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell backwards. Paulie and Tom looked at each other stunned for a second before Paulie raced over to see if Charly was ok, calling 9-1-1 at the same time. Tom picked up the piece of paper.
It had happened a few months ago, while playing poker in the back room of his night gig at the grocery store. He and his cronies were having a good time, laughing, drinking, shooting the shit when this guy slams through the double doors.
“Hey Charly, you made it,” Paulie said, Tom’s boss. Paulie pulled out a chair at the table as Charly swayed over to it and collapsed in it. The guy was clearly wasted.
“Where have you been man? I’ve been trying to reach you for the past few weeks.” Paul said loudly. The man was haggard looking with his eyes constantly darting back and forth around the room. They were bloodshot and puffy like he hadn’t slept in ages.
“I’ve been around,” Charly said picking up a nearby glass of whisky and downing it. The guys continued to play poker with Charly watching. After a while people began to teeter off and leave with what was left of their money. Before Tom knew it he, Paulie and Charly were the only ones left. Charly’s eyes were half open and his expression was blank; his mouth dangling open. Paulie slapped him on the shoulder and Charly bolted upright.
“Are you ok man?” Tom asked. Charly leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. He then pulled a bottle of pills from his breat pocket, opened them, threw the entire contents of the bottle into his mouth and swallowed them down with the Jack Daniels bottle.
“Woah, hey man!” Both Paulie and Tom jumped out of their chairs. “What the hell are you doing, guy?!” Tom shouted. Charly leaned back, lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke out in perfect little circles. “I’m taking back the control they took from me.”
“Whose they?” Paulie asked cautiously, like he was approaching a skittish cat.
“The government. I found out something they weren’t so thrilled about. They’ve been trying to get a hold of me ever since. I don’t know what they’re planning on doing but I’m not waiting to find out.” He looked at the end of his cigarette and started chuckling to himself. This guy has gone nuts, Tom thought.
“What’s going on with you, man?” Paulie asked. Charly turned his head slowly towards him and said “Turns out the President doesn’t know everything.” Charly chuckled again. Paulie and Tom looked at each other “What are you talking about?” Tom was frustrated. This guy was babbling and wasting his time. Charly jumped up and grabbed Tom by the collar putting his face centimeters away from Tom’s. He had a crazed look in his eyes.
“The President’s advisors claim they are getting paid legally to make speeches and advise other private companies about business. What they don’t tell you is that the companies they are advising aren’t always of the best moral fiber.”
“Ok,” Tom said trying to pull always from Charly’s grip.
“Drugs, war missiles for other countries we are not supposed to be dealing with, the list goes on and on.” Charly let go of Tom’s shirt, ruffled through his pockets and slammed down a piece of paper on the table. With that his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell backwards. Paulie and Tom looked at each other stunned for a second before Paulie raced over to see if Charly was ok, calling 9-1-1 at the same time. Tom picked up the piece of paper.
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