Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Sawdust

Dad's in his workshop,
sawing holes in things,
making dust and saw dust,
wood-inspired dreams;

making a good grinding,
band-saw's filling up the air,
radial-arm project bearing,
rounded bits and squares.

I'm in my office,
not typing up a storm,
just whittling away some fabric,
my new creative norm;

making a good grinding,
Singer humming out a tune,
making "saw dust" of my own,
a'nother dream come soon.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Halker/Stacker, 5

Mature Content
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The driver was rough with the car, turning it sharply, and accelerating and decelerating hard. Felicia could feel her stomach roiling with the violence, encouraged by the darkness beneath the hood that was pulled over her head shortly after leaving the school parking lot.

She'd gone hungry enough times that she could usually keep herself from retching and wasting food that was bad enough going down the first time that she had no desire to taste it coming back up, but it was easier to do when she was sitting mostly still. Felicia managed, but barely.

Tara was shaking, helped only slightly by her sister's comforting hold, not so different than late nights spent in abandoned tenements during early spring or late autumn. She closed her eyes and pictured herself elsewhere, imagining a roller coaster to compensate for the jumping and jostling of the vehicle. She let herself sink into the false memory of... Continue reading on DreamCruder

Friday, April 17, 2015

Halker/Stacker, 4

Mature Content
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Felicia didn't recognize the car, but she didn't get much opportunity to check it for familiarity when she and Tara were pulled in roughly and the dark tinted door slammed shut behind them. She'd been in cars with tinted windows before, though most just kept people from looking in, which was handy when... Continue reading on DreamCruder

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Blocked

darkness and dripping, but no humid breaths
lungs too dry and heart pound-in(g) chest,
silence and slipping, feeling my way,
this cavern(o)us encroaching shortage of days;

blockage behind, fallen and still,
tunnel deadending despite driving will;
wall tumbled, fallen, mortared with silt,
can't scramble past so turn-around-tilt'd

false turn that never been dug?
dropped down cave-in(g) ceiling unstuck?
walls weakened mining cross-aligned holes?
scree slipped and sliding? sole boulder soul?

can't dig with hands, no tools on the way,
too much darkness--unknown nearing day;
whatever's got me locked in is suffocating-secure...
history lacking words of what I've had to endure.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Relief (Lizard, Part 5)

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He woke in darkness, cushioned by musky pads and pillows, and covered by an old blanket, he could tell from it's touch and smell alone. Lizard crept around the room on his hands and knees, searching for the door. Instead, he found a body laying warm and sleeping in one corner, curled up tightly.

Lizard reached out to gently shake Tre's shoulder, only to find it being grasped tightly.

"It's me; you brought me here, last night. Remember?"

The hand felt up his arm and cupped his face, before retracting.

"How do I get out?"

Tre grabbed the hand again, this time more gently, and together they stood, walked around the perimeter to a wall that felt the same as the others to Lizard. He reached up, and the door swung open on silent hinges. Dim light shone in and Lizard could see a strap hanging from the top of the door in Tre's hand. Together they stepped out into the hall.

"Bathroom?"

Tre shook his head, leading the way to the next room down the hall to the right, which proved to be an observation room to their padded sleeping cell. The floor and walls were once a white tile, now stained with rust and misuse. Along the shared wall were stacks of canned food, and opposite were their empty cousins in smaller supply. He picked up two, passing one to Lizard, and mimed his intentions.

"And then?"

Tre led Lizard back to the hole in the wall covered by police tape, and pointed to a side-passage they'd disdained on the way in.

"Why not just--"

Tre waggled a finger in his face before he could continue, padded his pockets for a moment, and then pulled out a little card that simply and clearly read "No."

Lizard shrugged and nodded acceptance.

Tre emphatically walked over to the hole and stood in front of it, his back to Lizard and waited.

Lizard crept back a ways and did his business, very uncomfortable peeing into the can, but shortly his aching bladder overwhelmed his frazzled nerves. When his was done, he tapped Tre's shoulder, and followed his back into the sewers.

Two turns down, and Tre poured his own can down a drainpipe, before rinsing it out with clear-flowing water coming down from above them. Lizard followed suit, and then they marched back to the hospital.

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More MindGames

An Old Home (Tre, Part 5)

dusty pillows and
musty walls,
darkened shadows with
a larkly pall.

canned donations
in the next room down,
shelter, food,
and solid ground.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Raw Negation: The Titan-Tithed Fey, pg 5

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Toffy, far behind the rest of the party, scuffed out his last spell and drew out Mysteries, re-buffing his crew, then threw his hands into the air and summoned his Psychic Magic Eight Ball. A disembodied voice belted out, "here in the stillness," vibrating the ground as it did, but not enough to cause anybody, least of all the hordes of Fey's minions, to stumble. However, some of them did start laughing enough to be momentarily distracted. Toffy rolled his eyes, picked up his staff once more, and slogged on.

Fey used its Routine skill to completely heal itself! Its grimace reverts back into a grin.

Toffy, far behind the rest of the party, scuffed out his last spell and drew out Wasted Time, re-buffing his crew.

Twosop shouted "Room! A room!," and the minion bearing down on him stopped short, confused. He took advantage and dealt a killing blow. It dissolved into one more pile of dust.

"Use Idle Oil Tycoon," bellowed Fey, and its armies mustered new strength, shifted their formation, and charged.

Toffy, far behind the rest of the party, scuffed out his last spell and drew out Squirrel Plan, re-buffing his crew. The twins finally harmonized, weaving into the Ode of Should you put coffee in your face right now?, before their voices cracked again. Their song confused the titans, momentarily disrupting the Fey's source of power.

Toffy desperately threw his hands into the air and summoned his Psychic Magic Eight Ball. A disembodied voice belted out, "when nothing's ever set in stone," vibrating the ground as it did, but not enough to cause anybody, least of all the hordes of Fey's minions, to stumble. However, some of them did start laughing enough to be momentarily distracted. Toffy rolled his eyes, picked up his staff once more, and scuffed out his last spell and drew out Opportunity, re-buffing his crew.

Fred de'Cease murmured what sounded like "Minutes, Minutes," in a thick foreign accent, and the minions around him started attacking each other instead.

Toffy desperately threw his hands into the air and summoned his Psychic Magic Eight Ball. A disembodied voice belted out, "a red sun rises," vibrating the ground as it did, but not enough to cause anybody, least of all the hordes of Fey's minions, to stumble. However, some of them did start laughing enough to be momentarily distracted. Toffy rolled his eyes, picked up his staff once more, and slogged on.

Fey used its Routine skill to completely heal itself! Its grimace reverts back into a grin.

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Halker/Stacker, 3

Mature Content
The following content is not appropriate for all audiences.
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And then their GPS went dark.

It shouldn't do that. I tried manually rebooting their phones, but nothing happened, which could mean one of two things: someone removed the batteries or put them in a Faraday cage, neither of which was a good sign.

I lowered the resolution of the Rush stream to give myself more bandwidth to work with, and pulled up Three Cups.

Three Cups was a program designed to... Continue reading on DreamCruder

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