A Series Of Lost Highways

I Bring You Èmpty (What I have so far)

2026-01-31T08:00:00.000-08:00

I am writing this on the fly and will try to get everything done by the end of the long weekend. Keep stopping by because the final product should be good, I almost have the ending in mind lol (this was written about a month ago so don't believe the hype)

All images used were not by permission. I stumbled onto his work and created a story to what it represented to me. I hope Tyler West and the crew at West Studio don`t sue me. I have nothing anyways but my imagination...

I bring you Èmpty Part 1 (The scenario)

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The town streets lay silent as stray animals roamed the alleyways and roads. It is dusk, the sky a scarlet red glowing over the quiet community. A flag waves from every house, a symbol of the new earth. In the distance is the remains of an old city, old New York. The only life remaining there is the plants that adapted to the toxins. The sky is littered with air purifiers to recycle and clean the effects of global warming, a soft hum from the working fans emits in the distance.

The war over Independence was won 10 years ago when the last of the old corporations and governments laid their arms down and the overturn of the last king was done. Humanity had taken back the reigns from the corruption that was killing the lands and their children.

Off in the distance the roars of a large copters overtake the sounds of purifiers streaking the sky. We follow these sounds as we glide along farmers fields where bio-stations collect Sun power to run the algae oxygen emitters to help combat the old kingdoms pollution.

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The smell is strong of rot, farmers tilling the lands replacing as much infected soil as they can., Trying to break the damage done from GMO crops planted without complete study. The last crops were burnt 12 years ago and the start of the great revolution. Sterilization had started slowly in the early 2010 era but the affects of global eugenics were not noticed until 2022, after the death of some computer tycoon did the truth finally come out..

With the worlds economy in bankruptcy and global unrest, the leaders and figureheads of the 1% gathered their resources and created a new city, called Olympus. A stronghold of towers and walls, automated resources built with an AI defense system. A killing machine. After the end of the revolution most of the armies had disbanded and joined with the peoples victory. So those rats on a sinking ship hired mercenaries to help fend off the masses and to keep to their survival. Money was no object and morals were lost in translation.

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And the Great War Began...

The battles waged were on the surface, as the weak and hurt moved to great cities built in desperation underground. As harsh as the realities were faced, the people worked together for the survival of humanity and the belief of freedom without control. The population dropped to 4 billion, the losses we too many.

The greed had twisted the minds of those who lived in the high city of Olympus, they used chemical weapons that were designed to melt the flesh off bone. To blind and cause diseases that spread far and wide. They already owned most of the water supply, so when the poisons came it was already too late for the people to notice. They almost had defeated humanity... But we are stronger in the face of oppression.

The war ravaged the lands and the people, the battle seemingly never ending. Great machines were built to fight the armies of the 1%. Built off of recycled material that littered the ground. All of humanities great minds gathered to share their strengths and knowledge, to bring down the enemy. With great planning and debate stemming in the great halls of the heads of the revolution, with labor going to create great weapons to fight these last failing corporations, the war was won by none of them but by the love of a child.

When the head of the 1% Edger Monsanto lost his daughter and his wife unable to give birth, he went to genetic cloning to bring back his baby. With the head of his bio-unit he was able to recreate Cynthia in a vat made with samples of hair and skin. The memories we copied before she passed away and with an embedded chip they were able to download her thoughts and dreams into this artificially created husk.

Cynthia was called a marvel of mankind's progress, however when she found out what happened to the real Cynthia, she saw herself more a Frankenstein then a gift from man. She begged her father to end the war, she showed him how all this manipulation of nature is the cause of her death and the disease that is growing inside her mother. Then with a final plea she jumped off the high tower, in defiance of this new life she was given. In her final note she stated that if she was not able to do anything to change the situation with her new gift of life, then there was nothing worth living for. After her death, the heads of Olympus had called defeat, and laid down their arms. The battle had ended.

The cities thrived in the deeper swamps and undergrounds. Old remedies and nature were looked at for salvation of mankind. Ancient medicines helping to stop the cancers and tumors inflicted from the toxins. After all these years mankind was beginning to grow strong again. The war had crippled the world but not the human spirit.

The great houses and factions of new Earth had gathered to the central plane of old North Dakota to discuss the future. Because of the damage for centuries of pollution and man made disasters, Earth was dying. Mankind as much as it tried could not reverse the damage done. The people used what last resources they had left to create massive spaceships to load the remaining people of Earth.

Many stayed behind, not wanting to give up. But by the time the ships were ready, only a quarter of the population remained. All over the world people awaited the day of boarding to take them to a new found world at the edge of the Galaxy.

A large crowd gathers in front of a large podium with a 100 foot screen behind and cameras floating all around. The people wave as the elected representative of all 13 houses takes the stage. Jets streak overhead for dramatic effect. All around the world every TV, monitor and cell are displaying this great speech that is about to commence. The crowds goes silent as he takes the mic...

People of new earth, today we start the boarding of every person willing to find a new home outside of our once beautiful world. Trucks will be at all loading depots to take you to your designated community ship. You will be travelling together so remember to keep that unity and strength alive. Give love where it is needed most.

I know what we are leaving behind and for some it is admitting defeat, however the Earth has only a few hundred more years left and we must look to our survival. Try not to think of this as giving up but trying anew. We are leaving a legacy behind that will be remembered, so we will never make the same mistakes again. It will be hard to leave our cities and towns, after so much blood lost to save them but we must do what we can. Those who are staying will also be remembered for the bravery to face the coming storm.

Those brave fighting people who have chosen to stay please remember that we are leaving enough ships for your flight if you ever choose to leave. We cannot force you, but we must put the survival of every creature first. On board will be samples of every earth creature, so we can take our world with us to rebuild again.

No matter where you are, no matter what ship you have been given, remember that you are not alone. We are all here for each other. That together we can face any enemy or situation by working together.

In one week we will be in suspended animation at the caring hands of Team Leader Regan Wilder and his crew. We trust that they will get us there safe and sound. I will not take up all your time, as many things need to get ready first before we make this leap. Either we will be remembered in history or we become it.

All around the world ships we leaving Earth as those who stayed watch from faded bunkers and abandoned cities and empty communities.

as the ships lifted off...

Passengers and crew of new Earth and all 13 ships, this is your Captain. From the moment we lift off we would like all passengers in their sleep chambers, the less food and oxygen we use the better chances we have for survival, so only those with permits are permitted to be awake during the flight.

Those who are awake please buckle yourselves for first drop into warp. there will be screens to monitor the view outside for those who would like to see.

Remember that we are soaring almost as fast as the speed of light so many of those sights will be altered so just don`t freak and no your not tripping balls. Thank you for flying the yellow chicken, a name I made myself and have a great sleep folks...

I will see you on the other side.

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I bring you Èmpty Part 2

http://www.artbylena.com/original-painting/264/the-red-giant.html

A tube sits in a lavish apartment style suit. Bright colors, large view screen and a set of controls on the wall. Antique magazines and novels line book shelves, pictures of a family of three move in living frames. Inside the tube is a man emerged in blue cryogel with a soft light above his head. Late 30's light build, a slight beard glistens from the gel. Nothing stirs within the cabin, recycled air blows through the ship systems.

Within his mind is darkness, empty nourishing sleep. Through bone conduction, wired for only his mind and hearing. A soft female whisper forms in his mind.

"Hello?"

Where am I...

Hello!

A loud scream shakes within his mind.

http://www.weststudio.com/

Hello...

Computer?

He tries to lift his hands in this tightly fit tube, a look of danger comes within his eye, like something wild has been unleashed.
His fists slam the walls of this transparent prison.
Over and over again, his fists take on a rhythm as small faint cracks start to appear.
His thoughts are not full of panic, he knows that he can breathe liquid oxygen within his lungs.
The fear is being left alone, locked by himself, no warmth to lay beside, dying alone in empty space.
Just as the cracks appear he hears a soft "help me" within his mind and the prisoner breaks free.
Floating in vastness of deep space the captain covers his eyes as his body slowly spins in its weightlessness.
All alone.

Help me... He hears again.

He opens his eyes and before him lies the image of a black hole devouring a dying star, the colors divine.
Within its swirling center shines a light so brilliant.
The last call of this unknown world.
A flash of infinite energy returning back into the cosmos.

A small beeping noise starts to emit from his ears, flashing a multicolored spectrum of lights. The computer designed to speak to him through thought patters and remote communication built into implanted mikes within his body and mind asks if he is all right.

What happened, I thought I wasn't able to dream in these things?
There seems to be a malfunction, within a few moments I will release the liquid and you will need to release what remaining fluids you have.
I hate this part, the captain thinks.

Fluid is flushed from the compartment within the floor, his body shakes as it releases the fluid within his lungs.
He coughs and chokes as the remaining fluids spill out.
The lift tube raises itself and the compartments start to unseal.
Help me once more whispers in his mind.

Thanks to http://www.gfxtra.com/ for this

What was that computer?
There seems to be a malfunction, within a few moments I will release the liquid and you will need to release what remaining fluids you have.
Why do they try to make you sound human?
Because a logical computer mind can't grasp the concept of humanity, so they have to dumb us down.

Ok smart ass, give me my report.

First all crew and passengers are all safe within all 13 ships, they are still in cryo sleep.
I noticed that your brain waves were spiking and that your dream patterns had awaken and I stopped all ships to do a system wide search to find the malfunction.
Diagnostics display that there is nothing wrong but this one incident.

Where are we?

We have been traveling for 3 years and we will be arriving upon Neptune in three days.
Ok set up inertia dampeners in all staff areas and start the gravitational cycle so I can get out of this bloody straw.
It has already been done, just waiting for gravity to balance itself.
Open retina screen and let me see it.
Yes Captain.

It's so Blue...

Image by http://the-undrawable.deviantart.com/

Chapter 2

Awakenings.

The energy field is still at 100% peak performance, since the ships run on solar radiation we will have enough power to outlive many generations. With cryo sleep taking one day for every five years, the inhabitants of the ship can live thousands of years within a few months, leaving bots to tend to food growth and storage. Plants and oxygen algae vats are working properly, we have preserved already 20 years worth of rations for each ship.

Ok enough with the reports, let me hear some music.
How about something classical. Open up windows to my station and turn on the steam shower.

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony slowly starts to play within his mind.

No computer not so classic, give me Alice in Chains, I stay away.

Thank you.

As the windows open up he stands there looking at the wondrous view.
Computer, coffee please. Make it a little extra sugar then my usual.
I have adjusted it to your thoughts already, didn't you even study my user guide?
I went to school for two years.
Yes but going to school and studying are two different things.
Yea I studied, I just might have skipped a few things, and forgotten a lot more.

And you were the best choice to be captain?
They really went big to save the human species.

Computer, shut up and turn this part up.

I stay away...

He takes off his shorts and walks over to the steam shower to remove the cryogel, the music changes into more Alice in Chains, this one No excuses.

The steam shower turns off as he walks into the personal gym.
Computer, awake my crew. Lets get these boats together and let some of these people stretch their legs.
Already done Captain, Dylan is wondering why you are disturbing his beauty sleep?
Tell him with a mug like his, their isn't enough time in all our lifetimes to accomplish that.
Shall I make up at wittier joke then that weak one Sir?
Computer, you're starting to get on my nerves.
I am built into your nerves sir.
Thanks for reminding me.

Turn on the gravity weights, make each bell 220Lb and change the music to something more upbeat.

Yes captain.

Chapter 3

Stir Crazy

I always feel like I had just fallen asleep in the bath when I wake from these stupid things, Dylan says as he starts unbuckling himself from the tight harness.

Not even two minutes from waking and he starts bitching, Donavan mumbles as he climbs out of his seat.

I'm not bitching, I am just expressing my opinions.

Are we going to hear about your opinions through out this entire mission?

Yes, Dylan says as he jumps from the bed.
I am going to make sure to tell you about everything that I am feeling, counselor.

Counselor is just a title, I really don't get enough to listen to your problems all day.
Why don't you do like every other person and hide your feeling with syntholol?

You don't think its too early to have a drink?

Donavan shakes his head, this is going to be a long trip.

Meryl lou, chief weapons specialist walks into the room.
Are you two going to sit around here all day or you going to move you asses, Captain wants to see us in 20.

In a weaker voice Dylan mimics her, Move your asses, Captain want to see us.
Ass kisser.

So walks over to him slowly, taking a slow nibble on her lip. she glides over and whispers gently in his ear "If you don't hurry things up I am moping the floor with your ass, do you get me Findley?

Yes Ma'am.

Then hurry the fuck up, she says as she turns to walk away. and Donavan?

Yes?

Drop the smile and stop looking at my ass, you're on the clock also.

They both look at each other and smiled. They have been together since the end of the great war. The fearless leader and his crew had saved the planet from bloodshed by coming to a treaty to drop arms in the pursuit of saving the human race. With both sides working together they used up the rest of resources available and built the 13 ships, each holding 1 million sleeping humans on a quest to find a new home.

At a large table sat 13 chairs, one for each Captain of the ships. Dylan has his feet on the console, Meryl is picking the gun grease from her finger nails and Donavan munches on a bagel.

Captain on deck, comes the com from the ships computers. Each member has its own designed hearing and voice reconnection. They stand as the Captain enters the room.

Good to see you guys, and Dylan. Light chuckles come from the crew.
Computer screen, Regan thinks.

We are just coming up to Neptune now and awaiting communication from Earth. It has been three years and we are hoping to hear so good news. Let us hope that earths projections were wrong and the Earth is thriving.
We are just doing a quick two week maintenance and scout crew. We will be taking some samples of minerals from asteroids so we need you three to get into gear and go scout us some great rocks. And Meryl, please no target practice today. The ship needs as much metal as we can get to keep this boat in good repair.

Awwe Captain, can't I shoot at ice rocks?

Well if the computer wants a sample then no, but if it thinks it is alright then take a few shots, you have been sleeping awhile. So lets get a move on, I want to see you in those fliers in an hour, go eat.

As the scout ships lift off, a signal from the computer tells the Captain that the signal from earth has been downloaded. Bring it on retina screen.

Chapter 4

Home?

This is Lord Dorda, since the days of the Arc's leaving earth, riots and wars have erupted through out the planet. We have turned back to our basic natures and groups of citizens have banded together to protect their communities.
We lost a large portion of California when a plasma bomb exploded in the city core. A faction know only by their bright blue colors worn have taken responsibility, claiming it was against the war ships being created at Carson City Shipping Docks. The target was a military complex built over the Pacific ocean, many lives were lost.

Armies have moved leaving some cities defenseless. Three ships have been successfully launched just this year, they will join you in a couple years behind, the rest have been sabotaged. It seems someone on the inside decided our fate was to be left here, to see first hand the damage we caused and the outcome that negligence creates.

The storms have gotten a lot worse. With the stopping of all weather control manipulation it seems mother nature has decided to wreak revenge on us. And I don't blame her. We are witnessing storms up to 3000 in diameter, with winds up to 220 miles an hour.
Our last hope is with you, make sure you save these images and teach the truth about our history. How we took our planet for granted and killed ourselves in the process.
And let us learn from our mistakes.

Over the speaker implants hear the captain. Did you guys get that?
Yes, Captain

I hope you kinda like it, and please remember this is only my doodle before the painting...

Picture created by Glen Clovis

Part one is here

Part two is here

Mining station has been deployed, opening bay 2 and 4 for departure. All personal please secure overhead compartments and hatches and lets be careful people, no showboating. We need hardened materials for operations and fuel, so save what you can.

Yes captain, Donavan yells in a grunt military voice.

Yes mon capitan, Meryl chuckles.

Fuck you, Dylan whispers.

Hahahahaha Funny guy.

Meryl if you do feel like blasting something today, make it his smart ass.

She couldn't catch up to me if she tried, Dylan grunts.

Wanna make a bet?

Ok you two lets be professional, Donavan orders. Let's move out.

How about it captain? Meryl asks in her sweetest sounding voice.

If we can achieve quota then you got yourself a deal, well that's if Dylan isn't all talk?

Let's get this done.

Dylan pushes the liftoff switch and takes off after the automated mining station and the other two follow.

Art again by Glen Clovis

Art by VargasNi

Computer play something loud with a beat.

You're going down boy, Meryl whispers as she sets out towards an outcropping of rocks.

She initiates laser cutting drill and proceeds to slice large chunks of the floating billion year old treasure.

With hard light suspension nets she then gathers the pieces to an automated chute that breaks them down to a finer material.

The days almost done boys and girls and it looks like we have had an amazing day. Donavan as always taking the lead with the most in store, Meryl coming up second and Dylan... Well let's hope you put more speed in this race then you did on the shift today brother or you will be losing.

The only one going down is Meryl, Dylan mentions.

Meryl laughs, only in your dreams.

True that, Dylan remarks. True that.

Chapter 2

Ego Driven

Since Meryl was the one who made the challenge I am giving Dylan choice of routes.

The computer has given you three choices Dylan, which will you choose?

Let's go with the hard one...

Meryl are you ready to go?

Yes Captain.

Dylan?

I was born ready.

As the ships take off Meryl takes the lead. Flying gracefully through the asteroids she pushes into a larger opening in one of the larger objects.

Try to get through this, she says over the music.

Dylan chuckles, come on sweatpea let's make this a little harder.

He hits his boosters and comes up right beside her.

They both are coming neck to neck when Meryl's ships control systems starts flashing.

Capt..

System...

Unable to communicate...

Breaks over the captains ears.

Meryl, respond...

Meryl!

The lights start flashing as the controls begin shutting down.

Meryl tries rebooting the system when the screens go black.

What the hell is going on computer?

Computer answer me?

Captain I can't seem to get the computer up.

System failure on all fronts.

Unable to communicate to ship.

Losing power.

Screens are blank.

A face appears within the screens.

Who are you?

Where am I?

Help me!

Through the ships window Meryl sees she is coming close to one of the asteroids.

Who is this?

I don't remember, says the voice.

Why are you shutting down my ship?

Am I?

Lights and screens come on as a warning signal reports close proximity.

Over head Meryl hears the captain talking about aborting the shuttle.

Break free Meryl, quick.

I can't captain, system is still booting.

On the other speaker Donavan's voice comes in.

Suspension nets deployed, hold on Meryl this will be hard stop.

The field reaches around the ship as it holds it in place.

Meryl hits her head on the screen knocking her out.

As her eyes close she hears one more time.

Find me.

Chapter 3

Ghost in the machine

What the hell was that computer?

It seems sir we have a ghost in the machine.

A what?

There is another signal coming from the ship that isn't part of my programming.

The captain looks overhead at the medical unit where Meryl is being treated.

We almost lost one of our best today and you tell me we have phantoms on the ship?

I am unable to determine what this anomoly is captain, however I did recieve a sharp spike in power just before Meryl's ship lost control.

Find where the spike came from and let me know, we can't have this happening out here like this.

I will captain.

Donavan walks over to the table where Meryl is sitting. She has a large wound on the side of her face.
Here drink this, Donavan says as he drops a warm cup of coffee in front of her.

Thanks Meryl says.

What happened out there?

I really don't know, I was just about to overtake Dylan when the ship lost all control.
Then a face appeared on the screen asking for help.

What kind of face, Donavan asks.

Dylan walks in the room bellowing...
There wasn't any malfunction, you knew you were beat and made the whole thing up.

Shut up, Donavan mumbles as he sits beside Meryl handing here an ice pack.

No really a face appeared over the screen asking for help.

Yea right Dylan says as he pours himself a drink.
You sure you weren't hitting the sauce a little early?

You're the only one who can't stay solber here Dylan, Meryl says as she stands up against him.
Dizziness overtakes her and she has to sit right back down again.

Don't strain yourself on my expense toots, just speaking it real.

Over the head screens the captains image appears. Everyone get up here we seem to have found the problem.

The computer has found an unidentified ship on board that seems to have started when Meryl's ship lost control. It seems to be a old corporate flyer, one of the exec class models.

Is there any life reading on board? Donavan asks.

We can't seem to read anything inside of it, it must have some sort of shield on it. All we keep getting is a light signal that comes and goes.

Grab your gear we are going down to investigate this.

Art by Anasrist
Ok crew I still can't find any readings on this ship so enter with extreme caution.

Dylan, Meryl and the Captain walk slowly to the hatch as Donavan watches above at the main controls.

The captain walks over and tries the hatch and places his hand on the sensor.
A beep comes from it with an no access sign image on the pad.

It looks like we will be going in the hard way Dylan, get the laser cutter and open this can of worms.

Dylan starts walking over when Meryl says stop to Dylan and puts her hand on the pad.

A light green light glows under her palm as airlock is released and the door opens slowly.
It told me to find it.

Everyone lifting the weapons at the same time, all aimed at the door.
The latch opens as darkness peers through.

A slight hiss sounds and the door opens.

Chapter 4
An uninvited guest

As they enter the ship a small light turns on, and an image of the solar system fills the room.

What's going on captain we just got another spike coming from the ship?
It's a holoprojection Donavan, we must have tripped it when we entered.

Captain... A voice comes out of the dark.
My name is Edger Monsanto.
I am leaving you with my most valuable possession that I have secured in this old ship.
Please take good care of her, she will need all the help she can get.

The projection stops and a small red light starts guiding down the floor.
Please follow captain, the voice says.

Computer can you hear me?
Yes captain, it seems that this is an old recording, since Edger passed away before the we lifted off.

Follow the lines captain, the voice speaks again.

As the crew follow deeper in the ship a door opens into one of the rooms.
In the center of the room is a cryosleep chamber with another ID plate.

Meryl walks over and puts her hand on the plate, nothing happens.

The captain walks over and places his hand where Meryls was last at.
The chamber opens.

Dearest Captain, this is my daughter Cynthia. I have given everything to save her and her memory. Within her hold great strength but fragile emotions. Please keep her safe. For she has the ability to change the fate of our species.

The captain looks down upon the sleeping woman, his breath gets taken away as her eyes open.
You're so beautiful!

A Sunday Write with a Political Hangover...

2026-01-22T07:51:00.000-08:00

Well here we are, Sunday and five days after the American elections. And where are we now? Before I get into politics as I am tired myself of talking about, we will look over the last few months in the world around us.

For me as a writer I have always loved the stories of Atlantis. A thriving island that disappeared mysteriously off the map. Of coarse the new age hype that comes with the stories have tarnished the true story itself, science might have found out what really happened to this island. This is a map found in the Minoan Settlement under the ash of Santorini, depicting a thriving island in the Mediterranean.

Well science use to believe that a volcano collapsing on itself was the cause of the great tsunami that wiped out a many people and the fall of a few civilizations in 1650BC, now they have evidence that the Volcano might have exploded a large magnitude of lava (Or Pyroclastic flow), creating a large Tsunami of steam and water. Now this does not give truth of Atlantis, or the stories told by Plato. This does show how such a violent eruption can change the face of humanity. And a reminder that this world is a ever changing world and what we hold as value now can easily be gone the next. I myself live on the ring of fire and find this changing evolution of our planet fascinating and scary all the same. As I am writing now, New Zealand just had a 7.3 earthquake and I wish the best for the survival of the people in the area. In such hard times is when we put our differences aside and work together. It is a shame that only in desperation are we willing to work together.

Oh, for myself I finally watched Stranger Things. I am not one to watch a lot of TV and usually am the one people glare at like idiots when I tell them I have not watched game of thrones, or the walking dead. Or anything else that relies heavily on drama to sell the story. After constant news and people talking about it, that helped me bury the idea of watching it until I got a glimpse of the premise of the show. I was a kid in the 80's, I played D&D with my friends everyday and rode my bike. And they did a great job bringing me back, oh the sweet taste of memberberries... I have to say this got me interested in maybe looking at another series, I just don't know which. Oh I agree with South Park also, the new Star Wars was a lame ripoff and as cool as it was it still kinda sucked. I try to watch it grinding my teeth looking for something new. Now of coarse I am not trying to sell you the show, as I always say "TV rots the brain children" however a good story can take you anywhere. And that is the power and strength of a good story.

I also produced another song, so this part will be a little self advertisement...

If you like it you can get a copy here at http://lostrelic.bandcamp.com/track/black-ice

Now is where I start talking politics, you can either skip right now and I thank you for reading this far or keep reading. These are my opinions and they change constantly, so I am not saying that my opinion is a good one, just one of many in this large beautiful world. I might have a question at the end if you would like to help me with? That would be great. Now as we become this sheltered version of society I will explain that I hold no religion, however see the benefits of all religions and beliefs that promote a positive message. I hold no political view and would consider myself anarchist except I understand human nature and the dominate belief in hierarchy that has been ingrained on us. Yes we will always have some asshole thinking he is better than everyone else or being a bully. I also am not left or right. I usually would consider myself pretty left leaning except what the left has become has left a sour taste in my mouth, so now I am a just a seeker of peace.

In my last post I gave a few ideas of what would happen after Trump gets elected and it seems that the people have chosen to burn their own neighborhoods than confront the reality of it all. The right and left are both screaming hate, people are getting beaten up because of their opinions, and gatherings are picking up with a small majority acting like spoiled children. Again people, the president has very little power. Did you not notice this with your pal Obama? When it comes down to it, the corporate interests hold more power than the president himself. Look I do not like Trump, he is a idiot with a large ego. The man should not even be in office and if the DNC didn't screw Bernie over he wouldn't be. You would have to have Satan or Hitler himself to run against Hillary for her to shine as the better candidate. Do you not understand that the Russian government celebrated Trump's election because they now know that they won't be going to war with America. Hillary was set with her now fly zone policy in Syria, and now the media is fueling the fire against Russia.

If Hillary was honest she might have won, except she wasn't and no one wanted to elect a liar. Between the DNC and the media, and the fact so many didn't like both choices, this election was given to him.It was the media who controlled this election with their false attack against Trump that helped him get where he was at. It is the media that only centers on Black deaths from the hands of police to help fuel the separation that is already tearing us from the seams. It is the media now who is helping push the narrative of angry left wing or right wing groups attacking people. As always they use fear to control, fear to create anger. And yes I constantly talk about how fucked the system is and as much as I would like to see change, I don't see how hurting others is going to accomplish it. To have a successful revolution you need to have the people united. Maybe if someone disagrees with you stop calling them a racist, homophobic misogynistic and try to find why they have such differences of opinion. Find a road where one can agree on where we might be able to talk about real change. This block anyone who disagrees with me mentality is building walls quicker than Trump could ever imagine. Stop blaming one color on the crimes of their ancestors, stop telling people how to think and act. Let us live the now and let history remind us of our past aggression, not you everyday. It's not helping. The person who disagrees with you is not literally Hitler...

We need to open lines of communication and start looking for something small in a large world that might just be the building blocks of finding more things we can agree on. We don't need to agree on everything to bring change, we just need to agree that we will listen to others opinions. Be open to agree or disagree is a civil manner and we might have a chance of doing great things.

Now on a lighter note I have a question about writing and stories. Do you think it is better to try to sell your stories, to get published or can a person find success from writing stories like I do now. Free and open. I have a story that wants to surface and my heart and mind are telling me to put it here, my bank account and pocket book are telling me different. Should I try to sell a novel to the world that every other writer is doing, or share it here for people to escape and walk in another world?

Thank you all for reading this far and I welcome your comments.

Memories In The Rain ... Come At Me Bro!

2026-01-22T07:50:00.000-08:00

Picture by me

As I was walking the dogs this morning in the rain, a memory sprung up from my youth...

I was walking down a fogged highway high up in the Jasper Park area of Alberta Canada. The roads we silent as it was a Sunday and a ride didn't seem like it was on the horizon I was never the type to stand around waiting for a ride so this morning I decided to start walking to see how far I can get before making camp. I had just spent a considerable amount of time in the bush feeling dragged out and weak from the lack of proper diet and sleepless nights, I was really feeling like I was dragging my ass down the road. The weather was getting cold and the rain was never ending. Everything I owned was wet. I was suffering at the time from a large nervous breakdown. At the age of 17, I already started to lose my mind by the ignorance of people and the meanness of others. I needed a break and figured running to the bush was the best option. To escape society and to be left alone.

A few cars started to pass as the morning progressed. My thumb was out, however after more then four months in the bush, I wasn't the cleanest person that you wanted in your car. I also smelt really bad. So I kept going. As I walked around this corner I started to notice a lot of animals around on the side of the road. I somehow while walking and staring down to keep the rain out of my eyes, had walked into a herd of Moose. A very large heard. I knew if I turned around I would have to wait for awhile for them to clear, and after dealing with bears, wolves and sheep, I wasn't in the mood for turning back. I wanted a hot coffee and a processed burger and a change of dry clothes. Nothing was stopping me.

As I started to get closer, I noticed that that the road I had already walked on was getting to be crowded with onlookers. Their curiosity was starting to look like it was going to get me in a little trouble. Up ahead was a small stream and a little bridge. To the left was a large bull that decided he didn't like the looks of me in his heard. He started to get closer to me slowly sniffing the air. I being very inexperienced just didn't know what to do. He was breathing heavy and snorting trying to stare me down and instinct told me to stare back. Here I am locked in a dead stare with a 600 lb bull elk, me around 5'11 him around 6 to 7 feet. He stomped the ground with his right hoof, I stomped the ground with my foot. I was standing on the tips of my toes to gain the largest height as I started walking away from him. He stomped his foot again, I stomped mine. At this point I was shitting bricks, not knowing how this can turn out I hurried slowly and got over the bridge. It was a small bridge, one just to protect the stream and for some reason the bull went to the side of the stream and started getting real angry. He was huffing and snorting away acting like a bro screaming come at me. The stream was about 5 feet across and 2 feet deep, however he acted like it was miles wide.

Picture borrowed from RetiredTraveler

I walked for another couple minutes with my back to the herd, after that I made a quick sprint as far away from them as I could. I did get a ride later that day to Edmonton and finally got warmed up and disgustingly fed by junk food, but this story is priceless to me and a great memory to have. I've never had troubles with animals myself. Just like children, animals seem to be comfortable around me. Of coarse my love for them is beyond words, I love all the creatures in this world, and will keep treating everyone with the respect and love they deserve.

My'key - A Tale Of Space Oddities (Chapter 4)

2025-03-03T22:47:00.000-08:00

My-key

Mud and Stars

Rain hammered the forest floor, turning it into a sloppy soup of mud and leaves. Michael coughed, spitting out a glob of dirt as he hauled himself up, his jeans plastered to his legs. Sing sprawled beside him, still chuckling like a lunatic, his greenish leather suit glistening under the storm. Lightning cracked the sky, illuminating the buried sphere half-sunk in the muck—a dented, smoking relic of their crash landing.

“Coolest thing in years, huh?” Michael wheezed, wiping his face. “You’re insane.”

Sing rolled to his feet, seven feet of wiry alien grace, and grinned, his sun-yellow hair whipping in the wind. “My’key, you’ve got no idea. That boom? That was no accident. Someone’s pissed, and I’m guessing it’s my boss—or what’s left of him.”

Michael squinted through the downpour. “Your boss? You mean the exploding-office guys?”

“Yep. The High Curators. They don’t like loose ends. And you, kid, are a walking, talking loose end.” Sing tapped the sphere with a boot, frowning as it sparked. “This thing’s toast. No cloaking, no portal. We’re stuck here ‘til I fix it—or they find us.”

“They? Who’s ‘they’?” Michael’s voice cracked, his new-and-improved hearing picking up every drip, every rustle in the trees. His head throbbed, but his eyes—damn, they were sharp now—caught glints of movement in the dark. “Sing, what did you do?”

Sing sighed, rubbing the dented hatch. “I might’ve… borrowed you. Against protocol. See, we’re not supposed to yank dying humans into regrowth chambers. Too messy. But you heard the sphere—heard it, My’key. That’s not normal. I had to know why.”

Michael froze. “So I’m a lab rat now?”

“Nah, more like a glitch I couldn’t resist.” Sing smirked, then sobered. “Problem is, the Curators don’t like glitches. That attack? They’re cleaning house. Me, you, this sphere—expendable.”

A low hum cut through the rain, growing louder. Michael’s gut twisted as his enhanced senses locked onto it—a sharp, whining pitch, different from the sphere’s call. Sing’s head snapped up. “Shit. Scout drone. Move!”

They bolted, crashing through wet branches as a sleek, silver orb burst from the treeline, its surface rippling like liquid metal. It hovered, scanning with a red eye, then fired a pulse of light that scorched the ground where they’d stood. Michael dove behind a tree, heart pounding. “What the hell is that?!”

“Curator cleanup crew!” Sing yelled, dragging him deeper into the woods. “They’ll erase us—and half this forest—to keep their precious balance!”

The drone zipped after them, relentless. Michael’s legs burned, but they felt stronger, pumping faster than he’d ever run. His vision cut through the dark—every root, every puddle clear as day. Whatever Sing’s chamber did, it wasn’t just fixing him; it was rewriting him. He ducked a branch, then skidded to a stop. “Wait—my bike! It’s back by the road!”

Sing groaned. “Your junker Honda? Fine, but it better haul ass!”

They veered toward the ditch where Michael’s 125cc leaned against the pole, miraculously untouched. He swung a leg over, revving it as Sing perched behind him—seven feet of alien awkwardly scrunched, arms flailing like a scarecrow. “Go, My’key, go!”

The engine roared, tires spinning in the mud before catching traction. The drone closed in, its hum deafening, another pulse sizzling past and blasting a tree into splinters. Michael swerved onto the back road, rain stinging his face, the bike screaming under their weight. Sing whooped, clinging to his shoulders. “Faster, kid! Pretend it’s that Harley you’re always drooling over!”

Michael gritted his teeth, leaning into the turns. The drone matched pace, its red eye glowing. Then—snap—a second hum joined the first. Another drone. “Sing, we’re screwed!”

“Not yet!” Sing twisted, pulling a palm-sized disc from his suit. He chucked it at the lead drone—a flash, a crackle, and the thing veered off, smoking, into a tree. “EMP spike. One down, one to go!”

The second drone fired, grazing the bike’s rear tire. They wobbled, Michael fighting to keep control as they hit the edge of town. The rusted gas station loomed ahead—his dad’s old haunt. “Hang on!” He gunned it, aiming for the pumps, then yanked the handlebars hard. The bike skidded, sliding under the canopy as the drone’s pulse hit the fuel line instead.

BOOM. The explosion lit the night, swallowing the drone in a fireball. Michael and Sing tumbled off the bike, landing in a heap by the station’s wall. Flames roared, heat singeing their skin. Michael coughed, staring at the wreckage. “Holy shit.”

Sing laughed, a wild, wheezing sound. “Told you—coolest thing in years!”

They staggered up, the rain easing to a drizzle. Michael’s head buzzed—part adrenaline, part that damn headache from the chamber. He glared at Sing. “You’re a lunatic. What now? Your bosses won’t stop, will they?”

Sing’s grin faded. “Nope. But I’ve got a plan. That sphere’s busted, but there’s another—one my crew stashed years ago. Backup site, ten miles west. If we get there, I can reboot it, send a signal. Maybe call in some favors.”

“Favors? From who?” Michael demanded, brushing mud off his jacket.

“Friends who hate the Curators as much as I do.” Sing’s eyes glinted. “Rebels, My’key. Ones who think meddling with time’s a mistake—and they owe me.”

Michael stared at him, then at the burning gas station. His old life—mom’s pink room, the endless fields—was ash now, figuratively and maybe literally soon. But his blood hummed with something new: strength, purpose, a shot at the world he’d dreamed of. “Ten miles. On foot?”

Sing clapped his shoulder. “Unless you’ve got another bike hidden somewhere.”

They started walking, the sky clearing to reveal a sea of stars. Michael’s sharp eyes caught a flicker—a third drone, distant but closing. He smirked, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s move. I’m not dying in this town twice.”

Forced Past

2020-12-06T05:08:00.325-08:00

Look, I don't care how close we are...

Dragging your blind old ass is getting us nowhere in the dark and I need to feed Akki before she starts screaming again. We have 3 more flights of stares and it doesn't help that this is the fifth time you have ever climbed stairs blind. Fujiwara grumbles as he slowly stumbles over the steps in a slow pace.

I am a great Samurai warrior and if you release me from this spell demon, I will be of greater use to you. Look old man I am holding no spell over you, you are a blind 72 year old man who would have starved if I didn't pick you out of that collapsed street. As we finally reach the 5 floor in what remains of downtown Tokyo, we find a safe area and set Fujiwara down and proceed to unwrap my wife's binds so she can see where we are. I set up the portable camp stove and proceed to start making this evenings meal and my wife Mami/Akki screams at me in ancient Japanese.

She says she will not eat your poison demon, as Fujiwara sits closer to the fire and sticks out his hands to get them warm. Well, she is going to starve before we reach your old home town so tell her you will eat it first to show her that it isn't poison. I don't think she trusts me either as I am with you, let alone talking in this strange language that for some reason I can understand. It's called English and it wasn't that strange a couple years ago.

I hand Fujiwara a bowl as he takes a bite and hands it back to me so I can place it in front of Akki. It has been 5 days now that I finally found her again and by this point she is getting hungry. As she picks up the bowl and takes a bite, her distaste is written in her face. Typical, she never liked my cooking in the first place as I laugh to myself. I finally make myself dinner and sit Fujiwana to get warm, while holding onto the rope to make sure she doesn't run away again.

Why don't you let her go Fujiwara says, as he stares off into darkness unbeknown what he is looking at. She is my wife, that's why and I love her. Even if she doesn't remember me. Tell me again in your own words Regan-san what is going on and why can't I see? I told you three times already but once more and my tale of two worlds will be done, I hope. We are in the world 2022, you were born in 1942 and your real name is Tetsu, you are a retired monk that worked for a monastery that took you in since you were a child. You lost your eyesight in a great war in 1945 when the enemy dropped a bomb close to where your parents were living. The explosion blinded you and your family died from the sickness that the bomb produced. She is my wife Mami, we were married in Canada, another part of the world 3 years ago.

Yes, I know that but what happened, Fujiwara asked? Okay as I settle in to tell the tale, pouring another plate of food...

In 2019 a sickness fell upon the earth that we called the coronavirus. It was crossing the world at an enormous speed, killing many people. By 2021 the government started giving people cures for the sickness called Vaccines. It was a special type of medicine that needed to be taken every four months. It first was given in spring in 2021, as the world started to really notice the virus mutating.

Many people we not sure of it and many people lined up to get it. In the beginning the vaccine was working, the sickness was slowing down for those who took the vaccine, so those who where not taking it were dying faster than the government can handle, so they made it mandatory for everyone to take it. Yet is still wasn't been taken by everyone. So one day the government decided that it will start spraying the medicine throughout the cities and towns by aerosol or gas, in these things we called planes and was quietly administered in the food. Administered? Fujiwara asked. Put in food without the person knowing.

Now this medicine was a special type that was never used before and they were not truly sure what the side affects would be and as we sit now I am sure they never thought an outcome would ever happen like this. The medicine started to change people. This drug or medicine was called MRNA. Now I don't know exactly what happened Fujiwara, as I am not a doctor yet this MRNA unlocked past memories within your DNA, your history that is built in you from your father and their fathers before them.

For most it unlocked memories from 2000 years ago, as told me the last thing you remember is burying your swords and going to make love to your woman before you left for war against the emperor. That is the only memory you have because your woman got pregnant that night and had another child from your seed. That child was from you, and everything you gave to the child was locked in your DNA. I had a child? Yes, and that child had many other children until you were born, well the original Tetsu was born. Blind and now too old to survive for himself.

I don't understand, how did you not get this medicine? Well my family thought I went crazy as I locked myself in their other home, not going outside and only drinking the water and food that was canned before this sickness took effect. The let me go as they were too worried about their own family getting sick that they basically forgot about me and disowned me. It wasn't until the power went out that I finally walked outside and by that time the world had already fallen back into past memories.

You can't see old man so my appearance isn't anything to you. Yet this MRNA medicine left a strange affect on those who took it. They can see, yet they do not understand the things around them. You think you are a 24 year old man in the prime of his life, when it isn't true. These are your old memories of an ancestor that has been dead for way too long.

And your wife, why does she call you demon? I think it is because I did not take the vaccine or had any affects of it. People see you and they walk past, now the moment I take off my hood they see a shadow, almost a blur in time. To them I look like a monster, and that is why we must get back to my sword teachings, if I am ever going to survive living in this place. I am also a different color than you, and my looks are very different from yours. I have blue eyes, unlike your grey ones from the blast. My hair is blonde as yours is black and I am taller than most people here so I am easy to spot. This city now you might remember as a small village called Tokyo, is a graveyard of burnt out buildings that scrape the sky. A fire let loose from someone's carelessness and tore through the entire place. We are huddled in what looks like an old shopping mall, yet there is nothing of value for us here.

Fujiwara shakes his head, I am too tired demon to teach you the sword today. Go to your practice and let me rest. This story sounds too mysterious and it is riddled with tricks as this language you use, and there is no way I am an old man. I can still feel my strength. Those are memories old man I say to him as I grab my sword and start my stance. Even blind Fujiwara can hear my footing is wrong and corrects me as I practice my defense. After I worked up a sweat, I make sure Mami's binds are not too tight. She still looks to me in fright, I hope one day she will awake from this curse and go back to remembering me and not the 45 year old woman named Akki that she calls herself now. Fujiwara has finally fallen to sleep, and I thank him everyday for the guidance he gives me.

Without that blind man I would never have gotten as far as I am now. He may be blind yet he fights as if the vaccine for some reason gave him back his sight. Such blinding speed and precision that he can slice a fly in mid air if it is annoys him enough. I make my bed in the corner by the stairwell. The city looks deserted yet there is still the others. The true demons that roam this land.

It was about only 1% of the population that become these monsters, something in their DNA that unlocked some of the farthest memories the human species has. They have become wild animals, cannibals' that will not hesitate to destroy anything in their path. They wear the flesh of their victims as hunters might wear the skins of a woolly mammoth long ago. The feast on the flesh, with no memory of fire or what cooking tastes like and they seem to travel in packs, only recognized by the smell that follows them. If it wasn't for Fujiwara's great sense of smell we would have died the first time my wife escaped us. By my calculations that would leave about 1.2 million of these creatures roaming this Japan landscape.

The people have built walls to stop these intruders however since most of them can't actually notice I am human like them, without my cloak I might as well be a demon roaming the land fighting monsters. And to think only a couple years ago I was in Canada, on a small island with a population of 16,000. Those numbers would have been easier to manage.

By morning light I had fed everyone and started down the stairs when Fujiwara smelt something off in the distance. Stop he tells me as he grips his sword. They are waiting for us just over yonder. How many I ask. It smells like three in front and four around the side. I tell him to tell Akki that we are surrounded, and if she doesn't attack me, I will give her a sword to help protect herself. She is very fine with the blade as she told us one night her father taught her as she was growing up, yet she was never going to be allowed to carry a sword herself, as the place of a woman was to care for a child and the village, nothing more.

As she cursed and spit on the ground that her father believed that a woman of stature should never have use for such weapons. She shy's away from me as I hold out the blade. She takes it as we get ready to walk out the door. From behind she smashed the hilt of the blade against my shoulder and makes a break for the road. Dammit I yell and I give chase ordering Fujiwara to stand his ground. As she is running she cuts the binds as one of these creatures dives from atop of an abandoned bus just missing her as she slices him down the middle of the chest, as she makes her way through the burnt out streets.

Two of them give chase as another one dashes out in front of me. With the sword fumbling in my hand a slice the tip of its nose off. Not breaking speed the creature dives at my throat with its talon claws. Holding back his hands I knee him in the balls and toss him off me and grab the short blade from my belt and stab it in the eye socket with a wet thunk. Twisting the blade in so my hilt reaches the sweet spot in the brain. Looking over, the creatures are close to grabbing distance and she does a roll confusing the creatures as they run past. With a swing she takes the head off of one and falls to her knees stabbing the blade into the other creatures ribs. Blinded by the view I didn't notice the creature about to pounce when out of nowhere Fujiwara cuts the creature is two. Thank you I say as I try to run after her. She may think she is older but in her true self she was a professional runner. As she leaves me in the dust as I cuss to myself for being so stupid, i watch her fade in the distance.

What was I thinking as I walk back towards Fujiwara. Hurry up and start following her smell, she looks like she is walking towards a dead end from a building falling. Well she is walking into a world of trouble Regan-san, it smells bad up ahead. Shit, I say as I run towards my bags. We don't have time Fujiwara yells from behind me, as I turn around. He starts off with his trick of a blind sonar by throwing rocks in front to follow the cluttered road. I am still amazed by this skill. I look back at our belongings and say fuck it and start running towards him. I have my small pack with me, a few flares and a small gun with a handful of bullets. Leaving my cooking stove and my hunting riffle behind I run towards the dead end. I find Fujiwara hiding behind a few burnt out cars, as I slowly come to his position. Did you see hear where she went I asked? Yes I heard he go down underground. Dammit, the subway tunnels i thought to myself. As we rush out towards the downward stairs a group of nine of them emerge rushing towards us. I put my sword away and pull out my gun and start firing at the ones closest to us as four out of seven drop. I stumble to open the clip as Fujiwara starts cutting threw the horde as the bodies fall like wet sacks of cement.

Hurry up he says as he starts running again, stop pissing around with that firecracker and move your ass. Unable to load the gun I stuff it in my pants and make a run for the stairs. As I grab his hand he looks at me with those empty grey eyes and sniffs. We don't want to go down there.

Yes I know old man yet we have to save her. She looks as though she can handle her own as we pass two bodies on the steps. It's pitch black down there and I need your hearing. I only have two lights left and I need to save them. Okay he says but you are not going to like it. As we rush down the flight of stairs and unto what once was Tokyo station, the smell of death hits our nose like a train in my memory hitting a bird in flight I once watched from a bridge up high.

There was still emergency lighting down here and it looks like the creatures of what I have named them cromagnons have built a nest here to keep their meat fresh. In small wooden cages they bodies of rotten corpses lay rotting in dark hell. Off in the distance we hear a scream and we both rush towards the sound. Here I say as I help him off the platform to the tracks below. Be careful I say, there is many things in our way. I break open my first flare and light it as we rush into the darkness. Just in front of us we see a group of cromagnons fighting each other to get into a tiny space in the wall. She must be in there I say as the horde stops fighting and turns around to look at us. Their faces covered with shit and blood unrecognizable to the humans they once were before, they come rushing towards us. I grab my sword as we put ourselves back to back. Are you ready old man? Shut up he says as we start fighting for our lives. Thirteen of them attack us from all sides as we slash our way through.

Fujiwara working his magic as each cromag doesn't even have a moment to understand the blade that goes through. One jumps behind and bites my ear as I thrust my knife in his throat, pulling it out to get another who dove at my feet. We can still here the rest trying to get Akki as she holds her back against the wall stabbing at anything that gets close. I slip over the flare I accidently dropped as it burns my leg. I fall on my back as one of the creatures gets on top of me. With a swift slice my face is covered in blood as the body topples on me, making it hard to regain my footing. Hurry up you loaf Fujiwara yells as he kicks the body off me and turns to fight the rest. I regain my stance and take out two more with clumsy blows. Seeing that they can't get to her the remaining cromags run past us back towards their home. Knowing we don't have much time before the rest show up, I run to where she is hiding. With a look of hate she has held back the monsters as I toss the dead bodies out of her way as she swings her sword just missing my hands. I tell Fujiwara to tell her to stop it, we are not going to harm her as he pulls me back and tells her gently to grab his hand.

With as much trust as a scared wild animal near a warm fire, she comes out of the hole to join us in this new black prison we have found ourselves in. We can't go back he tells me as the flare begins to fizzle out. I tell him we don't have much light left so he must take the lead. Being blind has its perks when the world has always been dark. Even for him who might believe he is a young man who for some reason lost his sight, his instinct is as sharp as his former self was.

We have been walking for two hours, it seems every stairway leading up has been blocked off. Things must have been pretty bad above us as we move towards Chiba. Akki walks slowly behind us as Fujiwara resumes my Japanese lessons. I had already learned Japanese before the great reset yet this was very old Japanese and even through the language originated from the way they both speak now, to them it sounds childish and confusing. As I start stumbling at my words Akki speaks harshly calling me a fool, taking the lead she starts correcting me. It seems in her past memories she was a teacher, and a harsh one at that. As she starts correcting everything I say, Fujiwara says quiet with a smirk on his lips.

We stop for what seems like forever in this dark cold place when he starts running forward. What is it? Run he says, they have dogs. As we start running, I am the first to run into the train as Fujiwara stops her from colliding. Fuck I scream as blood flows down my forehead. I grab the last flare and light it as I notice we have hit another more fancier station. I look up and see we have arrived at the Ginza station. I highly rich neighborhood in Tokyo. I tell them to get to the platform as I help them both up. I look back and can hear the scramble of them rushing to get towards the light. Running as fast as we could we make our way to the fifth floor of the Ginza mall.

Loading my gun I stand at the dead escalator until the two dogs rushing up with the four creatures in tow. Aiming my gun I shoot them like fish in a a barrel, not even giving them the chance to make it half way. I quickly reload my gun waiting for the next batch of clay pigeons for a few minutes when I look over and see a high priced liquor store with the doors still opened. Fuck it I said to them both as I ran to the store searching for something high proof and finding Bacardi 151 in the import isle. Quickly ripping my shirt and grabbing three bottles, I soak my shirt and stuff it in the bottle as Fujiwara tells me he hears a bunch more. These must have been the slower ones I thought to myself as I light the makeshift wick from my shirt. Akki is looking at me strangely and Fujiwara starts complaining that he can't smell them coming up with all that smoke. As they start rushing Akki grabs her sword waiting for the onslaught that is coming towards us as I toss the first bottle down lighting the escalator on fire. Quickly cracking open the bottle I take a big swig and smash the bottle over top of them as fire rains from the sky. I grab my gun and start firing at those still coming towards us. Still unable to fight them off Akki jumps in and starts slicing them as they come off like that old fruit ninja game. Fujiwara confused by the smell and the noise backs off into the corner, the look in his face shows that this is the first time in his life he ever felt truly helpless to do anything to those he sworn to protect. Even if they are some crazy woman and a demon.

After the I unload the last of my clip I jump from the top and barge down killing those who are burning alive to silence their screams. Quickly running back up I survey the room and run towards the pile of chairs off to the side and start throwing them in the escalator shaft. Akki seeing what I was doing proceeds to help me until the small area is filled with a large pile of tables and chairs. Dropping to my knees as the Adeline rush starts to wear off, Fujiwara wonders into the store.

Is this a Saki store he asks as the faint smell of alcohol resides in the air. Yes I say as I walk in and grab him one of the finest bottles they have and grab a bottle of some American bourbon for myself. I grab a set of Saki glasses and pour Akki one as she takes it, slowly starting to laugh as the shock takes hold and she finally realizes this isn't the world that she remembers. I am sorry Regan-san, i wasn't a lot of help there. Don't joke Fujiwara, if it wasn't for your hearing those dogs they would have gotten us for sure. I walk over to a perfume store and grab ten scented candles and light them as we huddle around the big empty mall all having a drink. Akki looks around eyes wide and says thank you for saving her. I say no problem as I get up and walk around the mall finding new supplies. When I get back from pillaging the upper class sports store and filling a bag with all the cooking needs that I left behind, Fujiwara tells me he tried to explain to her what is going on.

She looked up in her beautiful brown eyes and said I do not remember you as my husband. My husband died in the fields from an argument over refusing payment to the overlords that protected her village. And after that she promised she would never love another. Hearing that I slowly turned away as a tear ran down my eye. Shaking off the hard blow, one that hurt more than running head first into a train I grabbed her and showed her the kimono store I passed while looking for supplies. I walked back and brought in some candles and a bucket I found that could hold enough water for someone to take a bath. I heated the water and set the candles and the warm water beside her with some nice soap and went back to find Fujiwara drunk and talking to himself. She sat alone in front of the mirror cleaning herself off as she took the time to relax. Something she hasn't done since this demon kidnaped her and brought her to this strange place. She came out afterwards to find us both a little tipsy. She was dressed in beautiful black Kimono while also wearing a nice set of pants. She looked at us as I laughed and she said they were more comfortable in this cool weather. After we drank some more, Akki only having a little stating that getting drunk with two men, well one that says he is a man is unlike her.

What I could find of food was in tins, so we made miso soup with cooked dog for meat. It wasn't my idea, yet she said she wasn't going to waste the already cooked meat. Once we finished I drunkenly stumbled into the parking garage looking for a means of transportation. Finding nothing that would work, I walked back to the sports store and grabbed 2 bikes. One a double tandem and the other a a bike i attached a set of wheels on the sides to help Akki be able to ride. She thought it was brilliant and looked at me the first time with no fear in her eyes. I explained how to ride and she wanted to learn right away without the help of the wheels. In the dark down the empty halls of the mall I taught her how to ride her first bike. She was persistent and within a few hours she was asking me to remove the wheels.

Fujiwara mocked me and said he was not going to learn. Shut up old man I said as I told him all he needs to do is just put his legs up. After a little sleep we went down to the main level and started biking towards Nagoya. The plan was simple, first we go to where Fujiwara grew up. A small farming community that never grew as the map showed me and try to find where he hid his and his fathers swords before going to war. After that we were going to go towards the coast and see if we can find anyone who might be able to remember today and the not the long ago past.

When we first started riding Fujiwara was being stubborn, yet as we went he started enjoying the wind on his face and even managed to find the peddles and give me a break from the strain of the both of us. It was awhile before we got unto the freeway as cars were littered all over the road ahead. It took us awhile on those first few days to find our bearing as the rains started to fall during the later summer months.

As the last of the city laid behind us, the gloom of the adventure that awaited us became more forlorn. That night we camped off in a small shelter designed as a road stop. The doors were still opened and able to be locked behind us. There was no running water and what we had for supplies teetered on dry. When we awoke we found the sun was shining, Fugiwara was in an unusual sprite mood with a sudden energy I had never seen before. When I looked into his face to see a smile that must have been unknown on the original owner of the body, I saw hints of darkness in the center of his eyes. Is everything okay today? Yes Fujiwara said as he gathered his things around him in a manner of actually seeing what he was doing. More worried about Akki, I made sure she was ready for the day. Her face seemed very tired today and her look was one of deep sadness.

Something about her face had also changed yet I couldn't get a right idea how. Is she looking older?

We didn't get far on the first day as traffic left on the road was heavily congested. A mixture of burnt cars and the smell of left out barbecue was enough to make a man hungry is the most godawful way. We saw little of human life as we made our way out of Tokyo. Just remnants of days long gone. That night we decided to camp in an out cove of forest left alone from the once overgrowing city. As the night set in Akki seldom spoke, as she looked off in past memories or forgotten days that she remembers as yesterday. Fujiwara eyes seemed to grow a shade of black, as if for some reason his vision was returning. Akki on the other hand was looking frail from the young beauty she was before.

When we finally found some rest I was cursed with dreams of a thousand lifetimes. I remember being a Roman soldier as the sky burned bright in the Egyptian sky, an adventure crossing the barren sea and a farmer watching the grass grow as I grow old and die dreaming of things called cities. When I awoke Akki and Fujiwara were nowhere to be seen. I jumped quickly thinking the worst as I rush out of the makeshift camp we created in the last of the red sun as it set off the broken skyline. Fujiwara was there at the path watching the rise of the new day. He looked at me with black pupils, as if the milky substance that crippled him for all his life slowly faded in the night.

Can you see me I asked? Yes Regan-san, I can see you as you see me. Have you seen Akki? Yes I heard her leave last night. She kissed you as you slept whispering about remembering you in a faded memory that was not her own and she left. Worried for the woman I loved I rushed out to the highway frantically looking in every direction for her. From behind I heard Fujiwara come from behind. She is gone and I think you knew that it was coming. As I did. She slipped away so long ago I knew it was only time that kept us close. She took one of the swords, yours to be exact.

Fuck I cried as I walked back to camp. Passing by a stream running from the ditch I proceeded to bend down and came to a realization. I am not who I thought I was. My light grey was fading and my deep blue eyes were now only one blue and one green. What is happening to me I wonder, or to the both of us? Is it the vaccine? Are we turning into what out body remembers from past cells?

We made a quick breakfast and headed out slower than we were before. Fujiwara was too stubborn to try the bike again. He seems to not trust his senses on such a feeble piece of machinery. How can we protect ourselves when we are concerned with our travel, speed and balance? Feeling the loss of love I had no fight in me to keep talking about this. He told me it was a two day walk from here to his keep. Knowing full well that his spot would be still hidden all these years later. Myself I had little faith, and more reason to give up than keep going. Yet his will in his belief was a spark I needed in this darkened moment. I hope she is okay I thought to myself. Seeing my face Fujiwara looked at me with deep regret. You cannot hold the wind Regan-san, you can only stand tall in moments it tries to blow you down.

With a deep sadness we started on our way again. It was almost at the end of the day that we came across our first sign of life. Workers were cutting trees and using horses to guide makeshift poles to a newly created town about 16 miles outside of Tokyo. Knowing that my look still scares people,, i pulled up my hood and followed Fujiwara in. It was a sight to behold. They built a whole new village in such little time. There was people coming back from the rice fields and restaurants and sake shops lining the main street as children passed and the townsfolk were back in Japanese traditional clothing. Fujiwara passing a weapons store asked me if we had any gold or silver. Looking in my pack for the scraps of gold I have been collecting in means of hopefully trading one day, I handed him a small bag of coins I collected from the Tokyo museum that I helped myself to during my travels alone. And where I found my sword.

The sword and the stone

Head pounding like a freshly woken hangover from my wife's constant screams we arrive in Tokyo in the faded moonlight. It was a quarter moon, giving way to a light night glow making it easier to cross the main sections of this hostile environment. Seeking shelter we pass the Tokyo museum, remembering the time her art was bought by the museum after her successful doctorate graduation, I took her bound hands and proceeded inside. It was dark, I was prepared with a flashlight and a heavy bag of batteries that I would eventually drop on the way for a simple flint and rechargeable flashlight.

As we walked down the last exhibit, which ironically was Japan's past I stumbled on the weapons showcase. With a hint of guilt and a dream fulfilled I smashed the showcase and picking out the sword that spoke to me like a thief in the night. Holding it I swung it around like a buffoon with images of movies with white ninja's saving the village. Ah such simpler times of white superiority and the even more bitter, the age of offensive opinions. Putting it on my side I felt like a gunslinger of another age.

My family were long gone, yet my past still lives inside me I thought as I took her to a small office, securing her to the heavy desk. Her yells have gotten weak as her last words still echoed of these old walls. I left to find something to drink for her. She might remember me I thought as I made my way to the cafeteria. Finding a vending machine was easy in Japan, breaking it open was something I learned after a bout of thirst from my first days. As I started making my way back I heard the smash of broken glass as something was trying to make its way into the office.

Rushing and pulling out my 9 mm gun I obtained from an abandoned police station I ran in the darkness hoping to hell that she was still okay. When I spun around to the busted door the creature that was once man was almost on her. Without a blink of reasoning I shot him in the back of the skull. The shock was still new to me as this was the third time in my life I had to kill in self defense. I was a pacifist before this plague. The blood splattered across her face as she screamed the last little bit of breath she had left before passing out. Knowing the sound will bring trouble, I turned in front of her and waited for the worst. There was nine of them, busting threw the door with the taste of blood on their tongue. By the time I was done my fifteen capacity clip held on, yet I had a fresh cut above my eye from one who got too close. I gathered our things making our way through the museum stopping to collect some things that I hope would come in handy some day. I still hear the sound of that night ringing in my ears as it kind of deafened me. Oh those days when I thought I still had hope for love. And hope for things to get back to normal.

The village held around close to three hundred men, women and children all working together to achieve so much in such little time. Most people ignored me and many more left a wide birth as I walked past. The faces were of a joy I seldom seen in my modern time living in Tokyo. The debt and workload had drained most peoples understanding of happiness, what was left was placid acceptance of a world they couldn't grasp let alone control. However here people worked the fields, harvested the rice and used everything at their disposal to keep in balance with nature. Children played in a world of of simple matters and not the stress of popularity or technology.

Fujiwara left me as I walked the small town noticing the sights, sounds and smells. It has been so long since I was around so many people, I could almost feel the loneliness and wildness escape me with each smell of chicken and watching the workers cook and strain the sake. He finds me transfixed as the men work, transferring the liquids to each vat for another process. Most people have never seen this but only in pictures. He has found a room for us tonight at a local inn. As we arrive at a small main building with a walkway to three dorms of traditional lodging, a lovely young woman holding her newly born child takes us to our rooms.

That child will never have a buried memory

of a world long past, to live in such gentle world, yet with horrors nobody in history can remember sniffing at the border wall.

As we were getting ready to rest for the night, we hear a commotion coming from the village square. Grabbing my gun we rushed out to the villagers in a stance of fright, there was a horde at the gates trying to climb the walls, the security dogs that were left out to notify the people were killed and the village was lacking in numbers of warriors. Most were farmers and old government official's of the many emperors in this mess of time and memory. Grabbing a hunting bow Fujiwara follows me to the gate with my trusted 9mm. As I look at the pack of monsters at the gates, I know I don't have enough bullets to hold them off.

As the noise from round after round flies into the gathering horde, the townspeople scurry away from the loud bangs. Children crying as people run to cover ignoring the people fallen. Clip after clip my amount of bullets are running thin as the cries of the once humans are blocked by the ringing in my ear and the fiery heat in my hands. a sudden needle prick touches my leg as a burning sensation fills me, i quickly look down to see someone in a mask running away from the scene. Unable to stop to look over the wound, I load another clip as the last remaining cromagnons try to scurry away. Taking them down in the back, I slowly slip from the wall. My head dizzy, the gun slips out of my wet perspiration's hands. I feel my eyes roll back as the lights go dim.

A Bad Hangover and the Damage Done

I wake to the taste of iron in my mouth, my tongue thick and dry like I’ve been chewing on rust. The world spins, a kaleidoscope of blurred shadows and flickering candlelight. My leg throbs where that prick stung me, a dull pulse that radiates up my spine. Fujiwara’s voice cuts through the haze, low and urgent, barking something in that ancient Japanese I can somehow still understand. “Regan-san, get up, you fool! They’re coming back!”

I force my eyes open. I’m sprawled on a straw mat in one of the inn’s rooms, the air thick with the smell of sweat and sake. Fujiwara looms over me, his black pupils glinting like polished obsidian in the dim light—too sharp, too alive for a blind man turned sighted by some twisted miracle. He’s got my sword in one hand, his own in the other, and he’s pacing like a caged beast. Outside, the village is a cacophony of screams, barking dogs, and the guttural howls of those damn cromagnons.

“What the hell happened?” I groan, pushing myself up. My head feels like it’s been split open with a hatchet, and my leg—Christ, my leg—feels like it’s burning from the inside out. I glance down. The skin around the puncture is red, swollen, veins streaking out like black roots under the surface. Poison? A dart? That masked bastard—someone in this village wanted me down.

“They hit you with something,” Fujiwara says, tossing me my sword. “I dragged you back here after you fell. The wall held, but not for long. They’re smarter now—organized. Someone’s stirring them up.” He pauses, sniffing the air. “And your wife… she’s out there.”

My heart lurches. “Akki? You saw her?”

He shakes his head, grim. “Smelled her. She’s close. But she’s not alone.”

I stumble to my feet, ignoring the fire in my leg. The room tilts, but I grip the sword to steady myself. “We’re going after her.”

Fujiwara grabs my arm, his grip iron. “You’re half-dead, Regan-san. Whatever they stuck you with, it’s eating you. Look at your hands.”

I glance down. My fingers tremble, the skin paling to a sickly grey, like the color’s bleeding out of me. My blue eye and green eye—shit, even my vision feels off, like one’s seeing the present and the other’s trapped in some ancient nightmare. The vaccine’s ghosts, the MRNA echoes, whatever the hell this world’s done to us—it’s catching up. But I don’t care. “She’s my wife, old man. I’m not leaving her.”

He curses under his breath but lets go. “Then we die together. Fine.”

We stagger out into the night. The village is a warzone—flames licking at the wooden walls, villagers swinging pitchforks and rusted katanas at shadows that move too fast. The cromagnons aren’t just wild anymore; they’re coordinated, darting in packs, dragging bodies into the dark. Fujiwara’s right—something’s driving them. And then I see her.

Akki stands atop a pile of crates near the gate, her black kimono whipping in the wind, my sword flashing in her hands. She’s a whirlwind, cutting through cromagnons like they’re nothing, her face a mask of fury and focus. But her eyes—those brown eyes I fell in love with—they’re duller, sunken, like she’s aging faster than she should. The vaccine’s curse, unraveling her DNA, pulling her into some past life she can’t escape. She doesn’t see me, doesn’t recognize me, just keeps fighting.

“Akki!” I shout, my voice hoarse. She falters, just for a second, head snapping toward me. For a heartbeat, I think she knows me—really knows me, not the demon she’s cursed me as. Then a cromagnon lunges, and she’s back in the fray, slicing its throat with a scream.

Fujiwara shoves me forward. “Move, idiot! She’s drawing them off!”

We charge into the chaos. My leg screams with every step, but adrenaline drowns it out. Fujiwara’s a blur beside me, his restored sight giving him an edge he never had—each swing of his blade precise, deadly, like the samurai he believes he once was. I’m clumsier, my sword heavy in my shaking hands, but I manage to take down two of the bastards before something slams into my side.

I hit the ground hard, a cromagnon pinning me, its jagged teeth snapping at my throat. Its face is a ruin—half-human, half-beast, eyes wild with hunger. I jam my forearm against its neck, fumbling for the short blade at my belt. Pain explodes in my shoulder as it claws me, but I get the knife free and ram it up through its jaw, twisting until it goes limp. I shove the body off, gasping, blood soaking my shirt.

“Regan-san!” Fujiwara’s voice is distant, drowned by the roar of battle. I stagger up, searching for him. He’s surrounded, holding off three cromagnons, but he’s slowing—age catching up despite his newfound sight. I stumble toward him, but then I see her again.

Akki’s cornered, back against the burning wall, a dozen cromagnons closing in. She’s bleeding, her kimono torn, but she’s still fighting, still screaming in that ancient tongue. I don’t think—I just run, shoving past Fujiwara, ignoring his shouts. My vision blurs, the grey creeping up my arms, but I don’t stop. I crash into the pack, swinging wildly, cutting through flesh and bone. One gets a talon in my gut, and I scream, but I keep going, carving a path to her.

“Akki, it’s me!” I yell, grabbing her arm. She spins, sword raised, and for a second, I think she’ll take my head off. Her eyes lock on mine—wild, lost, but there’s a flicker, a spark of something. “Mami,” I whisper, using her real name, the one she’s forgotten.

She freezes, the sword trembling in her hands. “Regan?” Her voice is small, cracked, like it’s breaking through centuries of dust. Then the spark dies, and she shoves me away. “Demon!” she snarls, swinging at me. I dodge, barely, the blade grazing my chest.

Before I can try again, a shadow moves behind her—a figure in a mask, the same one that pricked me. It’s fast, too fast, driving a spear through her side. She gasps, blood bubbling at her lips, and crumples. “No!” I roar, lunging at the bastard. My sword catches its neck, and the head rolls, mask and all, but it’s too late. Akki’s down, her breath shallow, her eyes fading.

I drop beside her, pulling her into my arms. “Mami, stay with me. Please.” She looks up, her hand shaking as it touches my face. “I… remember,” she whispers. “Vancouver… the rain…” Then she’s gone, her body slack, the light snuffed out.

I don’t know how long I sit there, cradling her, the world burning around me. Fujiwara’s hand on my shoulder pulls me back. “They’re retreating,” he says, voice rough. “We held them off. But we need to move.”

I don’t answer, just stare at her face—older now, lined with a life she never lived. Fujiwara drags me up, and we stumble through the village, the survivors too shell-shocked to stop us. My leg’s numb, my gut’s bleeding, and my hands are grey as ash. Whatever they hit me with, it’s spreading, rewriting me like it did them.

We reach the outskirts, the forest looming ahead. Fujiwara’s eyes are blacker now, his steps surer, like he’s shedding Tetsu and becoming that samurai again. “Nagoya,” he says. “The swords. We finish this.”

I nod, hollowed out. Akki’s gone, but I’ve got nothing left to lose. Maybe the swords will give us answers—why this happened, how to stop it. Or maybe they’ll just let us die fighting, not running.

The road stretches out, endless and dark. My reflection in a puddle catches my eye—one blue, one green, both fading. I don’t know who I am anymore, but I keep walking. Fujiwara hums an old tune, a warrior’s song, and for the first time, I feel the wind at my back.

The Devil's Child A Biography

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Before I start this story I will warn you it will make you feel uncomfortable. It is natural when you walk into someone else's shoes and walk a moment in their world. There is sex drugs violence and religion, not all in that order. So sit back, brew a cup of coffee or tea, pour yourself a bourbon or crack open a cold one. Light a joint or whatever floats your boat. Sit back and enjoy this ride. Share it if you like it, donate if you really enjoyed it. Just think of it as buying me a coffee or a beer, the price is up to you. You could also buy me a car, just saying you don't have to be cheap. Peace and love

So please tread lightly as you step into my mind, and understand this experience you are about to read is my truth. I will hide some of the faces and names, yet I will not sit here and lie to you. My life is interesting enough. I don't need to tell you tall tales. You still won't believe most of it, and I personally don't care. I just hope you have fun, see some truly excuse the language but some fucked up things.

Chapter 1

Birth and Memories

My first memories, the first time reality became a little bit clear was at my grandfather's funereal on February 25 1976. I was born in August 4 1974 so I was a year and six months old at the time. I was in a chair that supported my back yet I remember being restrained in. I couldn't see much as I was laying down only able to see half the door of inside of my father's 1975 burgundy Gm van. The sounds of cries and the tears in peoples eyes was my first memory of this world. I guess it is befitting start. Life does seem to have a way with some of us, no sweet nectar of the bosom from a mother with love in her heart. Sometimes life gives bitterness.

I was born as the mistake after my mother was told she was not able to have any more children, which made her extremely happy. I have two older Brother and two twin sisters. they are 11, 12 and 13 years difference. My father was a long haul truck driver, so he was never home. Something I always hated him for and I lashed out as much as disposable for him to give me any attention. Even if it was negative. It wasn't until I grew a little older to understand why he was never home. The woman that yelled at me, scorned me from ever being born was the same woman he was running from.

As a young boy I actually thought my sister was my mother, she was the one always taking care of me. And the person who would never stop yelling was someone I just didn't understand. However my sister already knowing this woman, was making plans of her own to get the hell out of that house. So it was in that time my life was simple, my real mother worked all the time and my sister took me everywhere. I walked around a mall while she worked in kitchen, I got to know most of the staff pretty good and they use to buy me drinks, give me food. It wasn't until I was five that I started working in a small kiosk pouring drinks and icing up cups for the Regina Saskatchewan Roughriders.

Eventually I was flipping burgers until age 12 I was hitting on the owners daughter while running my own canteen, I was eventually fired for stealing a pack of cigarettes, it was hard to buy smokes at 12, not impossible mind you but hard all the less. At the time all you needed was a note from your parents and I was smart enough to hold on to the one my mom wrote me. My one sister, the one who nursed me left when she turned 18. Leaving me alone in the house, my other twin sister had already moved out much earlier as did my brothers.

By that time I was already a complete alcoholic. My father working as a truck driver was actually driving truck for one of Canada's biggest brewers at the time called Molson Canadian. At the time Molson's was synonyms with being Canadian. It was in our commercials, at our sporting events. It was hockey, football and good old Canadian values... Keep the population drunk and addicted so you can keep they obeyed. So there was always booze around my house. And those times that my father was home, the house would be filled with people. Weekend gambling nights, pool, and just getting hammerd. I use to be the cute little bartender and DJ for those parties. Everyone loved how very much older I seemed than the other kids. I was hanging out at the adults table by 7-8 ish. I made a lot of money playing cards, and sipped a lot of booze. I guess I started drinking around that time also, 7 or 8. There was always a wedding or a party every weekend. There was also my father's bar. He loved this bar. It was filled with liquor from around the world, well that's what he thought anyways. By 11 most of it was water.

He never got the chance to find that out. I remember drinking the last bottle and looking at my best friend and laughing. I walked outside, grabbed my soccer ball and kicked it as hard as I could at the glass wall, with the glass shelves and shattered the entire thing. Now I didn't drink everything, some tasted like shit, so it smelt like alcohol, yet it should have stunk a lot worse. My best friend was Rob Hugh, he was not my childhood best friend. That was Devin. I do miss him. We were great friends until one dark day that broke us both up. I was about 6, I think he was a year younger than me. We were always playing at his house, I never played at home. I never wanted to be home. The neighbour came out with a model gas powered airplane. I remember both of us being fascinated at it. He started it up and let it go down the road but never taking off. We both ran over to talk with him and he was very eager to talk with us. He told us that he had more planes inside if we wanted to see them. Us being to young children thought this was a great idea, it was only in his basement. He moved shortly after that. And we drifted apart. Something like that shouldn't be shared between best friends. He gave me a model airplane as it was me who got the worst of it and he wanted me to shut up. We did. I don't think we ever talked about that day afterwards. I burnt that plane to the ground once I got a little older. The memory was too much. Now this wasn't my first dealing with predators. I was a victim at a too early age and in that I started sharing my sex addiction to my friends. I was very young and having sex very very young. Along with having a mind that was smarter than most people for some strange reason, I was also hung like a horse. Blue eyes, blonde light brown hair and a big dick for a child is not the best mixture when you are faced with such obstacles early in life. It wasn't until I was in grade one that I started being attracted to women.

Now I went to a catholic school back 1979, they actually still had nuns that would beat you senseless if you speak out of line. Me I questioned their religion, laughed at their studies and never sitting in my seat. They eventually had to tie me down with thick rope and left me in the hallways so all the kids could laugh to get me to stop. This is when I first picked up one of my bad ticks, sitting on my hands. The punishment was always writing lines or sitting on my hands all day. I broke the habit a few years ago when I noticed I have been doing this since way back then. I was eventually kicked out of grade one for licking the pee pee of a girl in the slide area during nap time. I was also banned from ever going to a catholic school again. That is when they put me in public elementary school back in grade one and let's just say I was the devils child. My first day I was there early, I put tacks on everyone's chairs but mine, I took the airplane that was hanging on the ceiling and broke it, throwing it into the fish tank and stealing a bunch of old coins I found in the teachers desk. What a way to make an entrance. As school went on and the drinking, I was making quite a name for myself. When it came to curriculum I took it to a whole new approach. When they gave me my school work and books for the year, I would rush home and finish them. After that I didn't listen to their authority. I didn't listen to my parents why the hell was I going to listen to them? So they passed me every year, most of the time in detention or for a few years I had the help of a lovely guidance counselor. She understood I was bored and got me involved in the debate club, the cheese club, the AV club and the cribbage club. I was also swimming. My parents got me lessons every year to the swimming place where they would teach me every Friday how to swim. As Maynard from Tool said, learn to swim. And at the end of each year they would have a lottery of who was going to teach me that year. I made their lives a living hell. I retired two of them. One in seventh grade and one in High School. I was good looking and smart but very rebellious. I couldn't find a girl friend because they assumed I was gay from all those gay things I was doing. And yes I do like men, I just never found one who ever excited me enough to date them. It was only sex. I eventually started dating a high school girl at grade 7. It was during the time I was gifted with something I never knew I needed, something that would calm the fire inside me and give me the peace I was so looking for without ever knowing. I found metal music. Metallica Master Of Puppets. When the guitar started strumming and the classical music starts playing, it was beautiful. My eyes were as wide as it could be,as I was gripping my knees. When the drums kicked in I teared, and than the riff kicks in. I left the link to the YouTube album just so you can get a little understating of how I felt in 1986 with so much rage in my heart. I hated the stuff my friends were listening. Well I did like Salt and Pepper but Samantha Fox, and all that lame love music was enough to make me sick. I didn't want to listen about love, I never knew love. I was never told how much I was loved. I was alone. At the time I was getting a little violent. I lost my buddy Rob because his mother wouldn't let me hang out with him any more. We use to spend hours together playing D&D with a few other buddies. His older sister was a big influence on me. Helped guide my love of all things science fiction. She was the one who gave me my first novel, it was Dune. The new movie should be coming out this year, I hope it will be good and not a wreck of mind numbing social justice rhetoric. Yes I understanding you are trying to fight your injustices, yet sometimes you can leave it out of the entertainment world. I watch movies to escape reality, not get lectured by it on how I could be a better ally. Now I found a lot more then just my love and joy of D&D and science fiction at Rob's place, I also found my new best friend.

It was one day I came over and my best friend was laughing his ass off. I said what's so funny when he said you have to see what i found. So he brings me into his moms room and pulls out a black briefcase and shows me his moms giant black double dildo and just starts laughing. Me thinking that would be kinda fun, looked away from it in shame and noticed something large on the other side in the folder. I said Rob, do you know what this is? He said no, what? This is pot, weed. What do you do with it he asks? I have to older brothers who were into a lot of partying and drugs. They were eleven and thirteen years older than me and I seen a lot growing up. I remember a time my brothers were babysitting me at a small house close to the tracks and industrial area, so not a lot of neighbors. This house was a never ending party. So this night, things were getting a little crazy. My oldest brother decided to take 11 hits of acid, two in each eye. He sat in his chair with his homemade speakers and played his favorite album as loud as it could go. That is when my other brother put me in his room. I do remember my oldest brother coming in the room and giving me a Iron Maiden flag and a Black Sabbath Black Sabbath record from 1970. It was his favorite. That night he saw God. He took everything obtaining to sin and burnt it in his back yard and devoted his life to God. Which he still is doing now. Still waiting for the rapture that is still coming tomorrow. the last 38 years.

Now I looked at my friend and said we need to make a pipe. I went upstairs and grabbed the toilet paper roll and the tin foil and built myself a pipe, something I seen in a movie once. We both sat in the basement blowing the smoke in the dyer hoping it would blow out the through the tube in the back. That is when I had my first hoot. And I fell in love. I was already a complete alcoholic and only being 11, it wasn't until 12 that I actually quit drinking and started getting high full time by finding my first dealer. So I grabbed a handful of his moms pound of weed and took it home. I tell you GI Joe and D&D are so much better when you are stoned. We went everyday grabbing more and more of his moms weed and sat in the basement getting high every day after elementary school. Cheese club? Gone. Baseball, soccer, debate club, all gone. I needed medication to ease the suffering in my mind. I was already cutting myself so I could actually see something other than just feeling pain. I cut myself bad, with arms scared for years. Yet as time goes on scars fade and does bad memories. That is why I love my mother now, when I time I thought she was the most evilest person in the world. It wasn't truly her fault, she was suffering from a well hidden mental illness. Something that was all known between my brothers and sisters, yet the doctors didn't find out until she was about to turn 80. I notice I jump a lot, it is hard to tell you this story while keeping it small, interesting and not bad enough to incriminate myself, I'm not an idiot. It doesn't help that I remember everything. I used drugs to erase those memories, only to make too many memories from them. So where was I, oh yes. I think it was the large amount of missing marijuana that determined that I was a bad influence to her kids.

So here I am still in elementary school, grade 7 dating a high school girl and growing my hair long. I was the popular kid and the bullied kid at the same time. The much cooler kids called me a fag, to the rest I was pure entertainment. I was the class clown, clever and grew up listening to Richard Pryer records. I had already noticed that the history books were written by the winner and all my first nations friends already told me the history of their people. I grew up in Regina Saskatchewan, the biggest native reserve in Canada. My neighborhood was a mixture of all races, it was a small lower middle class community surrounded by the projects. Around this time I started drinking just enough to be social while also being the guy who always had weed. My father got a phone call one day that an entire shipment of Coors light got damaged in an accident and there was thousands of dented cans of beer to take. My father being him, rushed right over and filled his van full of the disgusting beer. Sorry not sorry to those who drink it. In my defense it was piss ass warm.

So let's just say I was the life of the party. Where ever I went I took two gym bags full of beer with me. I did it for almost a year until it become too old to drink. At the end my mother heard that she could pour it on the grass to help make it grow, so she bought one of those mixing bottles that attach to the garden hose and gave the grass the last remaining bits of that vile old stale beer. But thanks all the same for the memories and tail
I use to get back then with it. God I was the devil.

When grade eight started I was a little calmer. The heavy metal music was giving me an outlet for my anger and I became a pacifist once I noticed that I was not showing enough compassion. I wanted to die at a very young age, so other's lives were nothing to me. As I said earlier I was cutting myself by 9 and had my first suicide attempt was at 12. I took a bunch of sleeping pills hoping they would do the trick, yet life had it's own plans for me and I woke up sick, puking on the verge of death but I didn't choke on my own vomit. I almost did yet life's a cruel mistress.

As I was getting ready to go into High School with a better outlook my science teacher sat me down with my parents and told me that they will be sending me to the bad school for kids who don't behave and special needs. I begged them to please not let me go there. I said I have been quiet, I wasn't listening to the teachers however I was still better behaved. So when I went home that night I sat down and wrote a short story and sent it to the public High School a few blocks away from my house. At the end of the school year my science teacher called me into the office and told me to sit down. He pulled out the story I had sent to the school with a letter attached. He read it to me as I sat quietly. Mr Welder, thank you for sending us such a lovely story, we would be happy to have you in our school and we will see you next year. Now he stopped and started at me not even blinking as he crumpled the letter up and tossed it into the garbage. No he said, you are going to this trade school where you will learn something more interesting. More interesting... I loved science, real history, astronomy, and physics. Not fucking welding or flower arrangement. I didn't last long in High school. They failed me in grade 9 and during the first day of my second attempt of grade 9 I was kicked out for selling drugs. I bought a gram of hash for a kid in school and I admit I took a lot of it. He was buying it to impress this girl, so he mixed it with a paste that he found in his fathers shop. When the girl smoked it she got brain damage and I was blamed. I never even met the girl. Which was okay because I was already getting ready to leave my parents place. I lost most of my original friends because of the bad road I was walking, and I ended up coming home late and leaving first thing in the morning. The only thing I found good about High school was meeting my best friend, he is still with me now. I don't think he ever wants to be far away from me. He isn't doing good but that part is much later in this story. What can I say about High School? Long hair, listened to metal. I loved playing guitar but every one of my friends also played guitar, so I picked up the Bass. I hung around a lot with bands, until I eventually slept with all of their girlfriends. I was terrible for that. My motto was, you can trust me with your money or your life, but never your drugs or your wife. Cheesy I know but I thought I was a bad ass. And In fact I was. My parents thought I was being influenced by a older boy who lived up the street, no it was in fact me who was the bad influence and by reading this I wonder why... You know I am giving up all this for free so I am not giving up a lot of my stories, just enough for you to sit back and see the world though another set of eyes. At the end of this story I will leave a link, if you liked it buy me a beer or send a couple bucks for the time I gave you away from your own life to experience something a little bit stranger. I understand we are all under quarantine right now during Corona. It's still on the first wave so if you are reading this in the future either yeah, we survived or it didn't turn out as bad as they made us fear to believe. We are here actually, on this date of the lunar cycle of July 22 20202 Now I will get back to the story.

Now my first house I ever lived in full time paying rent was in this old brick war time house. When you walked inside the entire top floor was gutted. There was just a staircase going downstairs with a full basement. I slept on the floor and rent was high yet it did have it's benefits. When you open this strange red door in the upstairs you walk down a narrow flight of stairs, just big enough to get some furniture through. So there wasn't much for furniture. As you ascend down the stairs the first thing yo see is a stack of guitar amps and a full double bass drum set. On the side was a 1500 watt bass amp, which I actually didn't use once I found out how much fun drums are. I was staying there for awhile, doing actually really good when I get a call from my buddies girlfriend. She got in a fight with her parents and she needed a place to stay. I said why didn't you phone your boyfriend? I don't want to she says. So I arranged a way to get her over as I didn't drive. The way I lived and the want I had for my own death was not a good mix at the wheel of a car. So she came over that night, she was beautiful. She was dressed in your typical big hair metal band look. Tight jeans, a white shirt with a logo on it and a jean jacket with patches of her favorite bands. Her hair long, almost white. Her name was Dana and I always had the hots for her. I mean who didn't. We made love all night long to all things Pink Floyd the Wall. Of all albums to listen to this was not one of my best choices. It was only a few days later that her boyfriend Jerry found out about us and tried kicking my door in. Oops. By that age I was already getting pretty good at making love, I had been practicing for years with my dads best friend and also bosses grand daughter Nikkei. We traveled a lot back then. I spent a majority of my summers in my fathers moterhome travelling America and Canada. It was that time travelling on the road that they would stick us together in the top bunk as we drove around. And we had sex. I know it's terrible, I was 9 until I think it was 11 when we finally got caught. We were having sex in my parents basement during a wedding celebration when a woman walked downstairs and saw the shock of her life. We were not allowed to hang around with each other after that. This is what happens when you are introduced sex at an early age, I broke the cycle early as you will read further along.

So back home I was for about a month until I moved in with a tattoo artist I was hanging out with at the time. He gave me my first tattoo when I was 14, I didn't have the money to pay him so I gave him my stereo equipment for it. I had a few hand me downs from my oldest brother. I hold a lot of love for my older brother, I didn't have many people to look up to however my brother was something else. I watched him go through a lot in life, he brought me religion when I needed it. Now religion. Might as well start with it after talking about sex, oh god oh god Oh GOD!

God, Resurrection, Rinse and Repeat

Chapter 2

Now I must break the forth wall again and make myself a coffee to talk about this subject, as it was a large part of my growing up. I'm thinking about a rye and water yet it's still only 2:00 pm and I still need to talk to my wife with a sober head when she wakes up. She is in Tokyo Japan right now, a place I should be if it wasn't for covid shutting down the country. Now before we get into this subject I just want to explain a few things. My life has been to the dedication of science and seeking knowledge and understanding of this world around me. It is what drove me to walk down endless highways and live among the wild animals deep with a forest in northern Jasper Alberta Canada.
The supernatural however has also been a big part of my life also. I can't explain it to you, maybe you will get a understanding as we get into my story. You may think it was an delusional response to a messed up childhood and I used this to justify everyday occurrences, and I will agree with you on a scientific level. I had been doing alcohol and drugs at a very young age and also a extreme daredevil when it came to the half pipe and my bmx and wanting to die... So yes, a few bumps on the head mixed with alcohol and drug abuse could be a substantial part of it. But just listen to me with a open mind when I get into this new part. I can't explain everything even with science.

My mother is catholic as once my father was, I actually remember when they christened me. It was a strange experience for some dude to pour water on you saying something you just can't get a full grasp yet, surrounded by your family. I remember the day I killed god for my father. He was a devote catholic in your typical be a sinner all week and ask for forgiveness on Sunday. You know the type. I came in the room, just a little kid and I asked him dad why are all those men bowing to that man? He told me who the pope was, as I already got a understanding of religion very early I said but isn't he still just a man? He thought about it and after that he didn't go to church much any more. He tells me now he is an atheist. Now that might just be a little hard to believe, you just got to understand I was unlike any child. I'm not some attention seeker on twitter trying to say that my 3 year old thinks Trump should be impeached while bringing in more diversity. We get it Karen, your child who is still shitting his pants in going to be a genius one day, or a Nazi Furry, you never know nowadays. I started asking myself very early what is life, why am I here. What is this. How was I born on a spinning rock in space floating around a star? I wanted to know what God was, who he was to me with an already scientific mind. I needed answers to questions that were driving me crazy as a child. See when I was born my mind was already filled for me. Now to explain what that gibberish means, um fuck. Okay I had past reincarnation memories. Well not memories, more like nightmares of a thousand ways to die. They were the strongest when I was very young, like 2 when I started having these nightmares. Yeah I know, we are getting a little interesting here and I agree with you. It's just this is a large part of my tale and I don't want o hold back. You need to truly walk within my mind.

I was haunted by these dreams. I feared glass most of my life because the most common dream I had was being in a cave that had a fire off to the side, my hands and feet were tied to a table and my skin was being skillfully cut off to be worn. I remember it clearly as the knife they used was crystal, it wasn't until two years ago I read about this in a archaeology website. I have been telling people about this dream since I was a kid, so many people who truly know me understand this dream.

I also once in the Roman Legion during the fall of Rome. I remember vividly sweating in that armor and carrying that shield for miles. All this will be in my first novel, it is a story I have been writing since I was a child and I knew I had to find a way to have my beginning. This right here. A tragic romance that takes place all thought out time. A millions deaths are not enough for you Huey. I would just like to say it has been a pleasure sitting here telling you my tale while we have a drink. I feel more relaxed than I usually do when I write. If you look through some of my stories on here I can tell you they all came out in one sitting. I was usually under a trance when I spit them out and hit publish. You will always find many mistakes as I never read it after it comes out of my head. So thank you for the beer, cheers with love from a family of humanity.

So here I am, abused, raped and alone seeking answers to why, why was I here. I started going to church by 9, sitting by myself listening to him talk about this man called Jesus. It wasn't until my brother fully found God after struggling with the reality of following God, you must do it sober. I remember very well when he finally stopped drinking and fighting his demons. We were at the summer festival in the heart of Regina Saskatchewan and I was on his shoulders trying to see if I could find my sister in the crowd. I don't remember if we actually saw her or my brother just imagined it in his drunken stupor, it didn't stop him from running and turning sharply and me falling off and smashing the bones in my shoulder. We didn't find her after that, I was rushed home in the back of my brothers hatchback car. And my father rushed me to the hospital after that. Since my mother didn't want anything to do with me she dumped me off at my older brothers house and he was oh so happy to have me. I had this amazing gift that he loved to show off to all his friends. My incredible knowledge of the bible being just a kid. He would give me a chapter like we will say something common like John 3-16 and I would instantly turn to that page and start reading it. It was almost like I knew the book by memory without ever reading it. It wasn't just your typical chapters, this was any part of this book. I was his golden ticket into heaven, he filled my head with stories of us marching through the streets of sin, fishing for men. To preach the good word and to bring the gates of heaven home to earth. Mighty big dreams for just a kid with a weird personally. So I spent a lot of the time in church. It wasn't until my brother showed her my little gift that my mother took me away from him. It was the moment I recited a scripture without even looking at it, she grabbed me and said she wanted to go home. She told me that day that my brother worshiped the devil and I wasn't allowed to visit him again. I laughed inside but I was just a kid and I knew he wasn't worshiping the devil. I was already worshiping Lucifer when I was five so I knew my brother was clearly not. I can't say I was worshiping him, more like sitting in a pentagram naked talking with him every night since I was 5. I knew the devil way before I knew god, evil has followed me with a teaching lesson. Along with the light.

Quick 4:20 intermission and Part 2

You have been sitting with me for a bit, need a bathroom break or just to roll one or order another. I won't say no to another free beer https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/RWelder. I am thirsty. Now where was I...

Now before you start getting all holy, I looked at the devil much different than you. I seen him as the first creation of God asking his father a simple question? Why do you need to create man? Are us children not enough? Is heaven not enough for you? Why make these weak creatures when you already have perfection? All for them just to grovel at your feet? I rebelled against my father yet I didn't hold the power he had, let alone the cool wings that eventually burnt going through the stratosphere on his way to hell. If you believe in that sort of thing anyways. I stopped talking to both of them a long time ago, I walk now with the realization that I have the ability to create life or destroy it. I have the ability to live in wealth while stabbing those I called friends in the back to work my way up the corporate ladder. I didn't understand the game of life. We are born into servitude, to worship or spend everlasting eternity in hell. To work ten to twelve hours a day on a hamster wheel seeking happiness in colored pieces of paper. We kill for it, dominate for it. We kill our own planet, sealing our own lives and the live our future generations for it. For many it is God. I just wasn't mine, I was still searching for it.

After that I spent a few more times with my brother, he still had his dreams to prepare me for the veling evangelical spreading the word of god against those who would rise to set loose the mark of the beast. As much as I knew the bible and after reading it I lost my ability to pick out any chapter. What I found was disappoint, misconceptions and lies. It taught me that I was a sinner in the eyes of my creator for I slept with another man. And that I was only going to hell if I did not repent, if I didn't fall on my knees and and speak in tongues. To truly walk with the lord. That just wasn't me. I didn't love God as I didn't love Satan. I held respect for Lucifer for standing against his father for something that should never have been created in such a way. It was selfish. Yet I am not god, nor ever want to be. I am a god in the sense that it is me who takes care of me. I am in control and guide my life. On the other hand am I actually marching down my own path? Some days I feel that life is like a series of paths. We have the path already made for us, and even though we get to make our choices in life, ultimately something is guiding me with the choices I make. The small world of people, the hidden hand that has guided and protected me all my life. Putting myself among killers, as a baby sheep looking fifteen until I was twenty six. Looking twenty six until I was thirty five, looking good now at at 45. At least I don't look like Wayne Gretzky any longer. That was hell. If you don't know who Wayne Gretzky was, he was one of the greatest hockey players of my day and some believe still to this day. I remember walking down a street in Calgary Alberta Canada when a older woman from east Indian decent looked at me and said Gretzky, Gretzky! She was so excited I shook her hand as she gave me a hug. She would be telling her friends and family that probably for awhile and actually it was just me. That poor woman.

Okay I tried to keep as much religion out of that as I could for those who don't believe in it and those who do. And if you are either one of those two you will think I am clearly insane and I agree with you. You have to be insane to live in this world, to actually pay attention and not just the stuff in your own back yard or from your window in your white gated community. Life was a constant nightmare, pain and death is two things you can truly expect out of life. It is the little things in between that make worth living. I still never learnt that lesson yet. So now we come to what Chapter am I on?...

That is chapter one, I will have told my tale and you will be ready to buy me that beer. So again https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/RWelder and have a good sleep. you don't have to go back to your own mind, you just can't stay here.

Fighting for love

2020-07-16T10:20:00.005-07:00

I haven't been writing for awhile, you would think being stuck in quarantine would give a guy some inspiration... Yet it is hard to find inspiration when the love of your life is also stuck under Quarantine. So I am going to share a small story i have with my wife. These are the tales of little Mami. Little Mami and Little Regan and spirits of love that live within Mami. Usually Regan has little Regan inside of him, however to keep his wife company, he left Big Regan and traveled to Japan to be with her. This is just one tale of many. It's small but cute enough.

Little Mami woke up hot from the window open and the morning sun and the heat coming off of little Regan. I am sweating so bad she grumbles as she grabs her blanket and goes to the back cool room to sleep alone. When she wakes up again she gets out of bed and stretches to start her day. However she notices something strange. The room she was sleeping in had a little light from the window shinning through but right now it was dark out. She looked at her phone and it said 930 am so she didn't think about it anymore and to see if little Regan left her any breakfast before he left to work. She skips to the kitchen remembering that he was going to make her favorite breakfast just like Dagwood's and have some hot tea in the pot.

When she goes to the kitchen she finds that there is no breakfast. Sad she goes to see if he left a note. Nothing. She goes to her bedroom to find her phone and leave a message when she notices that her phone isn't there. Just her bed and nothing else. No Regan's clothes on the floor, no sign of him anywhere. Worried she goes back in the kitchen to find her phone sitting there but not one message from Little Regan. All of them were just missing. Confused she goes to the blinds and opens them up to find no view of Mount Fuji. There was no view at all. Just a black void of darkness. Scared she closed the window, now getting more worried she tries to call her mom when she noticed there is no one on her phone. She looks to her pictures and see that all her images of friends and family were missing and every picture was just by herself. What is going on she thought as she dropped her phone. Hello?

Little Regan wakes up early noticing the sun shinning brightly in the room. He notices that little Mami was not in bed, he remembers her saying something about being too hot and going into the next room. He hopes he wasn't snoring too loud he thinks to himself. He goes into the kitchen and starts making a coffee and breakfast. Getting everything ready he notices all the plates are missing. It is only one set and his favorite cup. Weird, he thinks maybe little Mami moved them, he makes her a plate of her favorite breakfast and eats from the hot pans. He leaves her a note, not wanting to wake her and steps out the front door to walk to work. Once her steps out he notices that the sun is very bright. In fact it is too bright. He starts walking his usual way with his hands covering his eyes when he notices that everything is gone. Now trees, no orange cat by the side of the road. Just blinding bright light. Confused from everything, he gets lost and starts walking away from the house. Hello he yells? Little Mami?

Little Mami is even more worried now. Each room is empty, all the machines are gone, all the blankets and pillows are missing from the cupboards and dad's library is empty. She is too afraid to go outside so she sits inside crying. She falls asleep and wakes up again all alone. She doesn't know how long she has been in the empty house. It has felt like forever and she has no more tears to shed. She goes through the kitchen cupboards and find a flashlight. Grabbing her fears she does something that makes he frightened. She opens the front door and walks outside.

Little Regan is now sitting on his butt, he walked until he knew something was wrong and he turned back, hoping to find the house again. Only to miss the house and now lost in the bright white light with his eyes closed. For a moment he opens his eyes, he sees something off in the distance, it is a black light shinning in the world of all white. Hello he screams?

Little Mami heard a faint cry of little Regan, Hello she screams, can you hear me?

Little Regan going against the pain of the white light keeps following the voice of little mami and the dark light off in the distance. Struggling they both fight their way through the light and the darkness. Breaking each persons feeling of being alone knowing that not too far away the person who loves them the most is only a voice away. Fighting the darkness and the light they touch hands, breaking the spell placed on them by the evil witch corona. They both hold each other in their arms crying asking if this is real, are you real? When they stop hugging they notice that they are both outside in the pajamas. Little Regan a little more embarrassed since he went to bed with no Pajamas noticed that the neighbors were staring at him. They didn't know he was under a curse, they just thought the white guy went crazy and is shouting in the street naked. They both giggled and ran back in the house. Regan decided he wan taking the day off to spend the day with little Mami and talk to the police why he was screaming naked in the front yard. After that they asked the great slug if they could put a safety spell over their house so it never happens again.

Realm Of Improbability

2020-03-02T18:12:00.000-08:00

Fascism holds no bounds in this realm I am living in. With hate as strong as the feelings i get, I'm not sure of my identity let alone purpose.

Tonight as the woman I love screams at me for things as little as a grain of sand on a endless beach, I saw the same woman I also saw at the airport crying screaming why on the phone to my only guess a lover that invited her to come. As I was walking in my empty headspace she passed me dragging a broken suitcase with tears in her eyes.

What is the chance of finding the same one in a island so large as Japan, with so many people? What is the chance that this same woman would be in such turmoil as I am tonight? Things that make you wonder if life is even real. This is long past make believe and into a quantum realm of unknown possibilities.

What is life? What is this that I put forth everyday in this flux of anomalies and coincidences. This fabric that I feel hangs so loose that as with fading wallpaper, so easy to RIP once given the chance. What is my purpose in this mask of illusion? This game of mind and unknown matter. Are my emotions just a series of entertaining stories for something bigger, a show that wants my pain to be shown as pleasure on a screen that I cannot see.

I am unable to say nothing anymore as my internet has been shut off to control me. To hold more as a prisoner than I already am. Stuck in her world, with nowhere to roam, no voices to console, no friends to reach out to. With this I say goodbye, may the sun shine on all of us. If there is even an us to begin with. I have never felt so alone in a pixilated vision of my futures rot. Not knowing if I am the dreamer or just the dream. I watched the dragons open the door to this new future to find it still holds me in a shallow cell.

The day the wall came and the sun went away...

2019-04-14T23:58:00.001-07:00

If I remember it correctly it was in the year 2022,when the sun went away. The great culture war was still waging as the Liberal ANTIFA faction fought against the Republican Reagan Raptors or RRR.

Both sides were losing a lot of good people on both sides. The Republicans were heavily stocked with Ammo as anyone with half a brain knows, yet the sheer number of people willing to fight for this stupid war for the left was helping them take the western and eastern fronts, leaving the Raptors to fight in the middle of America. And I tell you it didn't work out all to well for those city folk. Those hipsters from Seattle were able to sneak in to Idaho, than come got caught in the blistering colds of Montana, North Dakota and Wyoming. And the hunters took care of them after that. The Californian ANTIFA already had Nevada and Utah, matched with the number of Retired Grandmas with pink pussy hat helmets with little Vote for Bernie #2020 stickers, they were able to get past the strength of New Mexico yet fell to the heavily armed Texans, who actually didn't notice a war was going on, until a BBQ was shot up in El Paso. Two squadrons were taking down that day by the Martinez family, who were celebrating a family reunion. The only causalities for the Martinez family, that day, was the food got burnt. Afterwards they celebrated with a bigger BBQ. We were all shocked when New York did the most damage, you wouldn't expect a state with so many drama and art majors to have such metaphorically big balls.

As we Americans were fighting among ourselves, the Rest of the world held a small moment of peace. You know, since our military, CIA and the FBI were too busy dealing with the fighting in the major cities in America, they weren't fighting illegal wars in the rest of the world. At least opium was cheap again. However that didn't last very long, as the globalists swept in, their plan succeeding in fueling the fall of America with outrage culture and memes.

We didn't know what happened at first. One moment there was an aliment of stars that was kinda rare for that time and the next moment that entire part of the universe is gone except a large grey metal wall. It wasn't until we were able to get a good image of earth during that time, off one of our deep solar system satellites.
As a guy named Dylan Ryan Doberstein from Salt Spring Island Canada noticed on Youtube that is you play the film speed very slowly, which he did from his phone living in a self sustainable solar powered campsite, you were able to see something grey go past it moving very fast, yet it was too big to see what it was. After we got the photos did we see what appears to be the windshield of a very large spaceship, that stopped a little ways off in the distance. The Earth and humanity were losing their collective minds as the sun has somehow disappeared and a wall was all we could see, and our planets direction was heading straight for it.

For once, we finally had a reason to come together collectively to find a way to avoid us splattering like a bug on a windshield on whatever it was going 67,000 mph. So we tried everything to rush building our own ships to trying to communicate with the ship and nothing. We were unanimous in one universal opinion, the first time in the history of the world, and that was that we were fucked. So for our last few moments w decided to be nice to each other as we are all going to die anyways, so let's enjoy these last moments together. For a small season as we came closer to the wall we celebrated humanity and all its accomplishments and right before we were about to hit there was a sudden flash a suddenly nothing but empty space in front of us. The view from the one side of our solar system looked the same to us, the other side where the ship passed was a whole new set of stars. They didn't know what our galaxy looked like as our universe and sun went right through the top Space view deck from their Star commander Planet explorer. That is what the ship had written in large red letters, and on the hull what looked like a flag and some advertisements.

We were scared at first until scientists figured that they come from a solar system with giant planets, Earth is nothing but small rock to them and we are nothing but a micro universe. We are able to pick up their signals and internet, yet they haven't said anything yet to us. There has been sightings of strange alien ships that look like camera drones that fly by, and it seems we have become a TV show for them. They are unlocking our music as we speak, so Far Nirvana and Tupac are the greatest hits. They love our movies, as they are a culture of workers and and jobs are celebrated as we celebrate movie stars. Our sun is not our own, we have a fake copy that does almost what our sun does, they just haven't figured everything out yet, as the polar ice caps are still melting. I personally don't think they care about us other than entertainment, they have been keeping us alive for the past 70 years and the Earth has never been better, i guess years of movies and reality television shows have made us a very large drama planet. It also helps to know that we are not alone in the universe anymore...

I wrote this after cutting a very large lawn and if there is mistakes, it is because I try to write as fast as I can to get the story out before bed. I have so many stories in my head, if I wrote a small story everyday for 2 years, I wouldn't even scratch the surface. So if I like it, I try to get it down quickly before it gets lost with the rest until later. I dislike cutting the lawn, the idea a large loud blade came over us to mow the buildings always comes in my mind. What if we are but a small rock in a much larger universe, and out greatness is likened to a really impressive anthills.

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Broken Atom

2019-02-04T21:54:00.000-08:00

What is it we seek in the answers of life? If we have the ability to retain all memories of our past, does our collective knowledge bring us closer as a species? Can we find the meaning of life from those unlocked memories? My tale is one of two lives. One is a boy grown in the prairies of Saskatchewan Canada, the other is a series of unfortunate events that leads me to this time and place now. I am Regan and I am also Atom and these are my stories. This is not my first time, my name was once known to all before I was erased from time.So again I try to send my knowledge into the world before they find me again. Before we go too far, I will start from the beginning.

First I write to you Eve

Our history has been a one of battles for power, and of love scorned. As with our own history we meet again in a time where our pasts cannot escape the hate we both hold against each other. I have wronged you and I admit the scars that I gave to you, yet as I look back now we both have wronged each other in a long list of failed lives. You don't even look at the stars anymore, and the truth known has been locked away in a fight to not remember your past. Only in our highest moments, did you ever call me Atom. In moans of anger you fought to hold off the memories, that I can only wish I had the ability to stem, yet like a failed dam my memories have no hold over my will not to remember. To you Eve, this is for you.

First I must try to explain what I know, and surprisingly it isn't a hell of a lot. First, what are we? In my lives I've witnessed way too many unexplained mysteries to believe that we are a part of a natural growth. Is it God/Gods? That I can not truly say. What I believe comes in three parts, no true answer as I don't think we are truly allowed to know.

My first idea is that the earth is sentient. That we are part of it, as it is part of us. In my first writings that was burned to erase my name, I wrote that we all came from dirt. That the earth is not able to feel, touch or move, so it created us to be vessels for those small little details of life. The earth isn't one being but a collective conscious and each one needs a host, and we are that vessel. As with a parasite, it feels, it feeds and it watches but doesn't have the power to instill their full collective into the body of mankind. It can only create. In my lives I have seen the almost extinction of all life more than a few times,. Each thaw, after each blanket of sediment from volcanic eruption life always seems to spring forth. As if it gives birth faster than evolution has ever taught us. That life is as easy for them to create as we are at creating. As we are a small part of them. Let me retell you a story that was scewed from my original texts. If you are wondering what texts, I was Alexandria and the library was the sum total of my work. I was known by many names, and that was one, yet I will save that story for later. This story you might remember from bible study or Sunday school, yet it has been manipulated over time that only the name rings true. This first story is called..

The fall of Eden and the tree of knowledge.

It was no talking snake, nor a tree of fruit that brought forth instant knowledge, I was already on a quest for information, to know as much as I could.

The forest was dense since the hands of man have not yet thinned the herd. I was the age of 14, my body was a mass of pure muscle as our bodies were much stronger than we are now. Thousands of years of breeding have made us weaker and our bones as brittle as our emotions. I was running with my companion, the first dog if you will and the first breed of wolf. He was much bigger than me, I was able to ride him into the midst of any conflict and come out the feared winner. His name was lancethrop, it was a grunt that I made that called him to me. I was at my usual play, exploration and adventure, exploring the unknown that was sent before me. As I ran the chill of night was beginning to take its usual calling as the glowing ball that rose before me was now on its setting. That night I stayed in a valley that was covered in the scent of flowers that have now gone extinct. My companion curled around me to keep me warn and ward off any predators at bay. That morning we both drank from a waterfall that fell from the cliffs up high in a place that you call Pangaea or as told as the garden of eden. To me it was where I first met you. I was bathing in the pool when I heard Lancethrop first growl, me being me I went to see what he was growling about. In those times I held little fear. Death was unknown and my body could take more damage than this feeble body can handle now. As I got closer the figure I saw faded as the mist in the morning. Lancethrop wanted to follow yet I called him back. I was not in the mood for a hunt, and I had a whole valley to explore.

I started very young tasting things, seeking to know the unknown life that was around me. It was not until much later did I invent a language to write it all down, the shape of the leaves, the taste and the follow up that came from eating something that almost killed me or gave me nourishment. If only that collection of knowledge survived the great fire, our civilization might have been much further along. I fed on berries and a sweet leaf that gave me energy, still unknown was the taste of flesh. A addiction I wish I never found. As I started running again from out of the bushes I saw something in the distance. Something unlike the creatures that I witnessed before me, this was standing on two legs. As I turned towards it and started running faster you caught my eye. Brown flowing hair, a complexion as white as snow and a grace unlike anything I have ever seen. You saw me and smiled. You spun in a circle singing the first song I have ever heard. Your body was the same as mine but more gentle. You had no muscles that bulged out like the beasts that followed us on large treks. You we soft and nude, you held no shame as shame was not even invented yet. I tripped over a log as I heard you giggle and than you were gone. In those beginning years our love was a game of cat and mouse. Every time I tried to get close you would run off, your brown hair and brown eyes were a vision I saw when I slept, when I awoke. You had a power that I could not grasp, you held nature in the palm of your hand. The animals worshiped you as with the trees. I was not good with love, I held authority over the animals where you held a mutual respect. It was that magical first moment I met you that I was both in awe and fear of you. That awe helped lift you up, and that fear has stained the world with the blood of countless women. I first heard your singing, it was a humming that lifted me from my slumber. As I walked through the thick forest I caught a glimpse of you floating in the air. The wind lifted you as the beasts lay at your feet. I did not understand how you could float as a leaf in the wind, yet I was drawn as with the beasts to kneel at you feet in wonder. You were laughing from up high when you noticed me, you smiled and let go a lotus flower, which the wind caught and was blown to my hand. You hovered for a few moments before touching the ground, the wind was your master and the animals before you were your servants. You looked at me when I was overcome with a vision of you. A vision that was buried deep within my memories, one where we were both made of the rocks and dirt. We were formed from the earth, we both reached out at each other, touching our hands together, yet not feeling nothing. We locked eyes as a single tear smeared your face. We both wanted to feel, to hold each other, to be more than a mind without feeling.

In all my travels throughout the lands on which we were born, you were the first like me. That is not to say we were alone, there was other inhabitants on the island, more animal than man. They lived in groups, fearful of the night and day. They only sought to protect their herd, living lives that had simple meanings. Yet I wanted more, I wanted to see more, to explore the world beyond my shores. As I sat watching the waves push in and out, I watched a leaf surf the tide. It was able to take the waves while still being dry. From that leaf I created the first boat. For the following years I spent my days building and rebuilding the boat. Eve as with the others, started slowly coming down to watch my progress. The people in the tribes started helping me with the larger parts of the build. We gathered as a community and the first language was invented. The ship was large, we built it to carry those who wanted to come with us in our journey. at the highest point there were at least 60 of us. Off in the distance an unforeseen predicament was about to change all life on the island. The highest peak was starting to rumble and I was still inexperienced in volcanic eruptions or I would have noticed the signs earlier. That night there was a great upset within the small communities. The leaders of the clans were not letting those who wanted to join me come by their own freewill. The caged the youth and killed those who tried to escape. By the time came to get the ship into the water, there was no more than 20 of us, and no Eve to be found. After 15 tries the vessel finally floated. The wax from the pine trees was the secret I was searching for and thanks to one of those who helped me build the boat who showed me it. As we finally got the ship settled the island began to shake. Those who still held fear ran, taking the earths movements as a sign the gods were angry. Those who sensed danger as the animals that ran from the highest peaks, scampered to get on board. I tried to look for you Eve when the top of the mountain blew. Burning our shadows into the ground as the heavens lite up like the sun on earth. In all the confusion I rushed to find you sitting on your little hill in your peaceful valley, holding the small critters that you cared for tightly. I helped gather your things and the small creatures as we rushed to the shoreline. By the time we reached the water, the lava was already destroying the monuments I built and the surrounding tribes were being eaten up by the hungry fire. I put you on board and the remaining 15 people with us as we headed out to sea. That island was lost forever, the gods we displeased that we left our home and closed the gates forever. The knowledge was not by an apple but by sharing information and working together. Eve was not the destruction but the catalyst for our departure. It was her fault we left, it was my love for her that made me create the vessel to save her.

In all that experience I first started seeing the similarities in our situation. How a leaf could give me the strength to build something that was never ever thought of before and how after the creation of such a ship, the need to use it before our own extinction. As if something was guiding me, showing me the synchronicity of life.

Now you may ask why did scholars get that story wrong, well I had my name stripped from all history from a group of people I helped create. Long after the fall of Eden, and before the invention of the pyramid, I set out to teach those willing to learn. I taught them my secrets about building, math, using the stars to guide your way and the tools of freemasonry. I took that information and carved it in to two pillars, one of rock and one of wood. My goal was to spread this information far and wide, to give those on the earth the ability of knowledge, to not be afraid of gods or the dark. Yet that group had other plans, they sought to control, to only give enough information to keep people locked in their own prison. Just like giving a person enough food to live but not enough to be strong enough to fight back. They spent their entire lives, generation after generation seeking to find me and kill me. They had a map of my bloodline, and they knew I was only able to appear from that lineage. It wasn't until the fall of Egypt that I escaped, my body as a small child was taken from the threat of all children being born under that year being slaughtered by the Pharaoh and his men.

In truth this is why I am writing to you now. They are using DNA testing to find out where I am, and it will not be long before someone in my family does this test, opening me up again to be hunted. So before my life gets erased again I need to tell you my story, our story. One of ego and power and the battle over the strongest gender. Now the second story will have to wait, I will come back to place it here again. So if you are looking to read more, come back again soon. After I finish my last two stories, I will tell you more in individual ones until they find me again.

My next story will be the hunt for the last Dragon

A tale I am ashamed to write

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Bland like the food we eat

2018-10-25T23:03:00.002-07:00

If all things considered, life does seem draining. We are hit with a constant attack on our senses, filling our days with artificial dread and superficial idols. Scrapping the ground for the worst so we can parade them high. Like we need to feel better about ourselves. Our system malfunction is not our feeling but the emptiness of this fake surrounding. As if the tune you hear is not completely artificial. Bland like the food we eat. We are the ones holding our own happiness at bay, listening to these lies to divide us as one race of humans all wanting the best for everyone we love. And I have learned from fb, we all do know a lot of the same people. What are we looking at in the next five years? Chaos, war on each other brother against brother over stupid things like color. We all come from the same planet for fuck sakes. If you are not munching grass and reading this on a mobile, than you are part of the human fucking race. Skipping stones...

How I got my dream job and ended up homeless...

2018-10-07T23:19:00.000-07:00

Looking back I should have known anything too good to be true is usually lies, yet looking back doesn't amount to much. Yet here I am in October in Canada homeless, living in a tent on the west coast. I was offered the perfect job, 5000.00 a month, 5 year contract and a home to stay on one of his many properties on the island, or anywhere else for that matter. Yet did I know the nightmare I was walking into.

Two months before I was still in the home I built for myself, a 150 year old barn I converted into a beautiful little place. It wasn't my property and I made the mistake of trusting someone who I thought was very kind and not getting two copies of the contract. 8 months after I was finished they told me I had to move, claiming they might get in trouble with another house on the property and they wanted to use it as their music room. The contract we signed was lost in the wind.

As all this was going on my girlfriend was arriving in a couple weeks to spend a month with me. She has one more year of school and she wanted to spend some time with me before her last year obtaining her PhD. I honestly do not know how I got so lucky to have an amazing women like her. She is going to kill me when she sees this picture on here, I am sorry honey but you are beautiful.

A week before she was about to arrive I ran into my brother in town and he started telling me about a guy named John who was talking to him about everything I wanted to do. He said brother, I told him all about you and he wants to meet you right away. So right away I met him at his house in the middle of town, nice and small old 3 story building. I was on time and he sat me down and he started telling me his idea. A off the grid solar and wind powered, bed and breakfast with a music studio on the top floor of a five acre property he wanted to turn into a farm. Almost exactly what I wanted to do on my old place, however I could not raise the funding on those communities funding sites. A community run music studio didn't sound like a good investment, yet this is another story. He asked me about my living condition and I told him what the landlord was doing to me and he offered me to move in the one of his houses that he owned on the island I live on.

We were talking for awhile and he says let's go for a late lunch. During dinner he proposed to give me 5000 a month, the house to live in and a 4 month advance to get me comfortable in the new place. At this point I started questioning this, I mean I am a runaway street kid with no formal education and you want to give me all this to be your property manager? I looked at him and said look, this isn't the first time i had someone offer me things which never came true. How can i believe this? He says here, take 500.00 for today with a promise you will think about quitting your job and work for me. I said sure, taking the check and left to think over everything that was going on. He was really excited that my girlfriend was Japanese and that I lived in a Japanese community. He had always wanted to go to Japan. I told him I just lucked out on a place to live and by chance met her.

A few days after i visited him again and he gave me another 500. In cash to quit my job. I hated my job, it was retail for a liquor store on a small island, so i had to talk with everyone every day, the same thing every day. Nothing changes some die, some are born. So leaving the job was not that big of a deal, my friend was the manager and he offered me the job after my divorce. It was a steady pay but no future, and at that point all my thoughts were on the future. So I quit my job and arrived on my first day, that is when I knew I was in trouble. I arrived early as I usually do and we sat down to discuss the details of my position. As we talked I told him that I was by the house last week when you said you were going to take me to the bank for the 20,000.00 advance/signing bonus. He said no I didn't. I said John, you offered me 5000.00 a month and you told me to quit my job and give notice to my landlord that I was moving. No I didn't he said. I said look I have never try to lie to anyone, and I am not going to start now with you. He get up with a heavy voice he screamed, NO I DIDN'T... I didn't know what to do, he was a short man and I see he wanted to have authority over me. I sit down giving him the ability as he told me what a honest person he was and that he would never say such things. I looked at him and said John I am not lying to you. He saw what I think he was looking for that look of pure desperation and fear. He stopped and started laughing and says you should see the look in your eyes, you look like a man who was thrown down a well. He said what can I do to change that look. I said John, I am still waiting for my last paycheck and my girlfriend which was changed to fiance was staying with me and I am paying for everything. I said John, I was homeless before, at least give me 2000.00 plus the 211.00 I just paid for to get you a new a flight simulator off the net through my PayPal. So John please, 2211.00 would make me feel a little less stressed out. He says here as he grabs his checkbook and tells me I am giving you this amount to make sure you and your fiance are comfortable. He writes me s check for more than I have ever had, which really isn't much. I spent my life on a pursuit on knowledge not wealth so the most I ever had was 3000.00. And this was a lot more than that, yet it wasn't what he originally said he first was going to give me it was a little more than half of what he promised. He said to use the money for a new vehicle, which was 4000.00 on a new electric bicycle with new gear. He says i have an electric bike downstairs if you want to use it until yours comes in. I was already Leary and shaking yet the check blinded me. My red flag was already up. I was smoothly smiling home on a nice bike.

He comes to the house the next day to look over my place, he offers me his truck and trailer to move and brings over a banjo and violin, as he heard I am a musician who collects musical instruments, while introducing himself to the fiance Mami. Sorry her name is Mami, I didn't get to that. He invited us out to dinner and we went over the details of her stay and he art. Oh her PhD is in art, bloody hell I am not good st narrating my own story. He tells me that he will buy me new glasses tomorrow and to come off the island to Victoria. I was still waiting for the check to clear as he gave me a couple hundred in cash until it went through so a day in Vic sounded good to her. So the next morning we went shopping and all three had a wonderful day.

That night we get back, he stops at his house and grabs the truck and trailer for the move. He wants us in the house right away, as my place was beautiful, I was still not done the bathroom that I was installing myself with my own funds... She was excited and wanted to pack right away. We went to look at the place and it was a nice house, beautiful forest and quiet. Exactly what I was looking for. The house was much bigger so she wanted to start buying what we need right away. Now the check clears and we go on a shopping spree, okay more her but I did pretend to enjoy it. She bought everything, pillows, wicker baskets, 700.00 new bedding. I am homeless yet my ass is in some fine bedding... Not really she would kill me. Fuck, as she is spending I didn't want to worry her about the psychotic episode I had with him to get this money, as I was deeply worried inside. As we come out of the store with what i could only describe was a new home. She was in her glory. As we walk out we see John outside, he was walking his dog. He noticed the monster amount of items we had and tells me we will go get the truck and I can sit with the pile of umm stuff and his dog and wait. I said sure, I was not in the mood to spend more money in a taxi to get all this home. As I was waiting I guy runs up to me someone that i know from the store. He tells me to stay away from that man, he is crazy and had ruined their life. He also has a restraining order against him as he acted violently towards his girlfriend and him. As you probably can tell that my face went white, what was I going to do. Do I tell her? She is on vacation and having the time of her life, do I bring stress to the situation? No, I chose to not tell her. We were on week two of four, and if I could keep this charade going until we leave to Vancouver for a few days before her flight, I will tell her everything. Unfortunately it was a little harder to hold back my belief that this man was crazy from her, as one if his requests was that we get married on the fifth of May. Lyrics to a Bob Dylan song i guess about him marrying ISIS on the Fifth of May. I said I will take that thought John but I still need to meet her family as it is customary to ask the parents permission first. Well he says for me to phone her parents and ask them what they think. Ok John.

Another one of his many requests was to obtain him a Japanese lawyer, as he plans on moving to Japan in 5 years. He also wants me to help him get back into shape so he can get his pilots license back, I guess back in the day he was a commercial pilot. He came from extreme wealth and loved the idea of working, so he wanted to get back in the air again. I kept asking about this contract we were going to sign and he now wanted to change it to involve Msmi. He wanted her to do her art on the property while taking care of the bed and breakfast. I said sorry John, she will not be involved. Even her parents advised her against it. He said I understand and do not want to do anything to upset her parents. That was not his intention and he was sorry. Yet it was only the beginning. He started demanding that I give him recites for the money he loaned me, and that this wasn't a job in the sense that I will get paid, this is job opportunities to be able to use all his equipment and trucks to help my already owned landscaping business. He also wants me to get a family lawyer and a business lawyer for the money he loaned me to start my own company. Also the moment you guys go to Vancouver, you will not be living in the house anymore, I will be given the top floor of my house for you, you will live with me. But Mami needs to sign the five year contract, you guys need to get married on the fifth of May or we will not be able to do things together. Now you think this might sound a little crazy and yes it is, yet it gets even worse. He goes upstairs to show me my new place, which now I have to find a Japanese book keeper and an account to help fill the house and proceeds to show me his medical documents of mental health, in these papers were incest to his child never allowed to be near him. He tells me these were all lies, as he found out his uncle was taking five million from his families house sale and they thosed him away to keep him quiet. He is also a truther who believes that the twin towers were taken down by sonic weapons and he wants me to get a lawyer to help him do it. The guy really liked lawyers, that is why he needed me to find one, as he has been blackballed from every law office in north america. Yes the guy is rich, multi million dollar rich,while being plum fucking nuts. As I started looking for more information about John, and how the guy told me about John ruining their life, I went over to talk with them. I guess he has ruined 9 other groups on the island, even bringing a family of two on the island with a promise of a job and a home only to find out the man is mad. One guy even moved his trailer on his property to have him one morning digging a ditch around the guys trailer so he couldn't move it.

Of course I was losing it. It was hard to hide how crazy he was from Mami when he kept demanding something new and even more crazier than the last brilliant idea he came up with. I had 7 days left when things came to a head, outside the local greasy spoon he finally confronted both of us demanding that she signs the agreement for a 5 year contract, that we get married in the fifth if May, and that I must get a will made from another lawyer and he wants a copy if that I said John what you are asking us ceazy, Mami has to go back to Japan to finish school, and we will pick our wedding date on our own. He left in a puff and we talked about what happened while not trying to scare her too much about the guy. That evening John comes by with a large trailer, and tells me that if I do not do everything he requires, I will not have this opportunity. Also the trailer is here so when she leaves you can move right away downtown with him. I told him a lie, said sure John I will get Mami to sign, it was Friday night and I told him we have plans for Saturday and I will see him Sunday before we leave in Monday. Well Saturday he demanded that I see him, I am now buying two tickets first class to Japan for me and him. It will cost 5500. He says I still have that in the bank right? Umm John, why do I want to go to Japan? To ask her parents for permission so you can get married in May. It was hard trying to listen to him while trying to play calm and not let on that I know the guy is insane. Yet he kept getting crazier and crazier as we talked. I finally escaped not using the last of the money he gave me in plane tickets and being able to pay for everything for 3 says in Vancouver. That Sunday we had a large fight and the entire day was spent at the house so we missed going to see John, and we had dinner that night from my old landlords house as my fiance wanted to be still friends with them. I don't know why but sure I will break bread with the people who lied to me and got me to build them a house for free. (No the fight wasn't about that,) So dinner was nice and we made it home late. We came home turned on the lights and noticed that something was not right. Her lipstick was missing, the one she was going to return. She kept asking about her lipstick, over and over she kept saying where could it go? That is when I told her where it went, all about John, the violence, the insanity, the destruction of peoples lives and how I was going to call the police and make a report which did no use. He could say I am lying so they would not help me. As i got out of bed i noticed John was waiting for us. I phoned my buddy Dave the taxi driver and got him to come pick us up. As the cab arrives i pretend to just notice John. Oh hey John, i was just going to Dagwoods one more time before Mami leaves, you know how she loves that restaurant. He says do I have her contract and your marriage date ready? I am just off to print it out now John, we will be right back. He was not happy with that at all. I had breakfast while I waited to talk to the police. I knew he would be waiting for us so we took our time getting back to the place. Once we arrived we noticed that all the doors and windows were open and John was not there. While we ate he kicked the door down on the house and proceeded to move my stuff for me. I guess he wants me to move today before she leaves to his place so we have to spend the night together with him. I phoned a few friends who had trucks and grabbed what I could, losing my furniture and bed and washer and dryer and putting everything in a clients old shed that he doesn't use and taking off that evening to Vancouver. We spent the last few days together, trying to make the best of it. Once she said goodbye I made my way back to the island, homeless, no job and alone in the rain. Thank God I am not one to use drugs to escape my situation, I would be forever drunk if I was. Here I am now three weeks in a tent while I try to find a home in a housing crisis. Trying not to spend a dime, losing weight and sanity.

Well it is late and my eyes hurt from the light of my phone in the dark. Peace and love my family of humanity, please excuse the mistakes until I look over this with my computer later tomorrow. If you would like to help me out read one of my stories and make a donation, I do not like asking for help too often so we could trade that way. My PayPal address is at the end of my last few stories or go here paypal.me/RWelder

My'Key

2018-07-18T01:08:00.001-07:00

Welcome again to another short story, this one is a old story I wrote in 2012 that I thought I would shine up a bit. These were written on my 1 hour commute to work each day on my phone, so it was pretty raw when I started. I welcome you to My'key.

Hey mom when is dad coming home? The young boy chuckles as he walks in the screen door. He has been playing this mean game for years, since his father left five years ago. Shut up and do your homework, his mom bellows from the next room. She's sitting in front of an old Singer sewing machine, catching up on some broken zippers and buttons that she has left over the past year. As she needles the thread and picks up an old ivory button and starts mending a rather well used stuffed animal. "Super bunny" he mentions as he walks into the pink room that over the years has become his mothers hiding place.

The room smells like mothballs and grandma, on the walls are pictures, so many in fact that only parts of the faded pink stripped wall paper is shown. The pictures are of the family that she lost. Two years earlier her parents were lost to a small fire that ravaged the old homestead. The charred remains of their home lay still behind the new trailer that she bought with the inheritance. Mike sits in front of her on a small three legged stool and proceeds to grab the stuffed animal from his moms hands.

Did I get any mail today?

No, nothing today.

Damn it he mumbled, I sent those collage letters four weeks ago, I should have heard something by now.

Why are you in such a rush to leave your poor dying mother she asks with that look only a mother can lay without being truly considered guilt.

Ah mom you know you're not dying, as he lays the bear down and stands up to look at a picture of his grandpa on the wall. The picture is his grandfather, lieutenant Michael Davidson Sr. in his full military gear standing beside a war torn spitfire. Mike starts to imagine that it's him behind the mighty metal bird. Soaring through the clouds with a Japanese kamacuzi fighter dodging his bullets, the guns blazing as the empty shells fall from the red hot guns and rain on some unsuspecting farmers field in Hawaii.

He lightly touches the propeller on the picture and turns to his mom. You know I can't live here forever, there is a whole world out there that I'm missing and nothing seems to be going right for me out here. Well if I had it my way you would never have grown as big as you are now, his mother replies. Mom I'm not going to be your little man forever, flustered from this talk that has happened way too many times over the part year, she puts down the needle and gets up and walks to the kitchen and starts grabbing food from the fridge.

Who is going to take care of me she says? If you're out roaming the campuses in your fancy collage, your poor mother will be all alone. Wasting away on this empty farm, nobody to love me. Come on mom this is not fair, your little boy is becoming a man now. Man she laughs, you're only 17 and still have peach fuzz on your cheeks. Hey its called a goatee, and its grown pretty thick over the last few months. She laughs and starts to make him a sandwich, ok Magnum why don't you take this sandwich and go fight some crime. I'm sure T.C. will be around shortly to pick you up in the helicopter and whisk you away to some exotic beach. Don't be hating mom, Michael grabs the sandwich as he walks out of the room and opens the screen door and sits on the porch. He puts the sandwich down and starts throwing rocks at an old rusted nuts and bolts coffee tin that lays off to the side.

I am never going to leave this one horse town he thinks to himself as a rock smoothly falls into the can. He looks to the sky, the wide never ending sky of the prairies. Desolation and endless fields is all he can see. You can watch your dog run away for days he use to hear his old man mention. Before he left with some blonde waitress he met at the gas station so many years ago. He can still picture his father working on the old tractor that has now finally laid to rust. Running out to ask if he was ready for him to try to turn it over. He eats the sandwich, grabs a large rock and chucks it as hard as he can. It bounces off the old worn out tire and flies through the living room window with a crash. His mother opens the screen door and starts to yell. What the hell you doing out here? Sorry mom it was an accident. Well now I have to call someone in to gets this window fixed, she mentions as she gives him a stern look. Go get some tape and block that hole before the bugs get in, and hurry before it gets too dark. He patches the window and tells his mother he'll be back soon. Don't go too far, dinner will be ready in an hour. He shuts the screen door and walks to his motorbike.

Cruising down the old back roads he imagines his bike being a Harley and not the beat up 125cc Honda his dad use to own, he leans back and rests his arms like ape hangers over the handle bars. Imaging himself in full leather, riding the open highway. A rebel without a cause. He looks to the sky and sees in his mind a sky full of spitfires, he smiles and hits the gas.

With a sudden stop kicking up dirt he stops and listens, a slight high pitch whine is coming from the field to his right. He rides in the ditch and leans his bike against a pole and jumps over the barbwire fence. As he starts walking the sound keeps increasing louder as if it was calling for him, he climbs a small dust hill and stands on top. Below him is an abandoned gravel pit that is giving off a thick yellow smoke. The noise is starting to hurt his ears so he stuffs his earbuds in that were in his pocket and starts to walk over to the hole. As he is walking he notices a small metallic object hidden in the hole.

Hello?

He calls to no answer. He walks to the ledge of the hole and slides down. The object is no bigger then the pup trailer he stayed in when he was camping as a kid. He starts to circle it when he notices a latch open on the far side. He walks toward it nervously, inside is black but a strange hammering sound is coming from within. He gets closer to the hatch and yells again inside, hello? Still nothing but blackness and that hollow banging. He looks down and grabs a rock and bangs on the side of the hatch, is anyone in there? The hammering stops instantly. Michael peeks his head a little ways in the hatch, all he can see is darkness but he smells something familiar that reminds him of his uncles basement. All of a sudden a silver object appears in front of his face that reminds him of a muffler. He slowly steps back and trips as a creature appears in front of him.

What the hell do you think you're doing boy? Mike opens how mouth but no words come to mind. Do you always knock on peoples transports with rocks? The alien reaches out and rubs the side of the ship that was hit. You humans have no consideration what so ever, where in that primate mind did you think this was a good idea? I, I Michael stammers crawling still backwards from the mysterious alien. It had to stand about 7 feet high in a greenish suit that looked like leather with veins. It had hair that was the colour of the sun that blew wild in the wind.

Micheal looks at the strange creature and starts to scream and run...

Michael attempts to climb the steep slope behind him; stumbling to get any foothold he slips and rolls back to the laughing alien.

Boy you sure aren't the brightest pick of the litter, the creature says.

He starts crawling sideways and bolts for his bike. Running through the field he looks back to see if he's being followed.

What you looking for?

Hearing the voice Michael starts to run quicker. He looks back again and notices he is still alone. He sees his bike leaning against the rail and heads right for it, thinking to himself that with the perfect timing he can clear the fence without stopping. He kicks off his right foot as his he attempts to clear the wire when a voice from behind him mentioning that he'll never reach it.

Now feeling less confident he stumbles on his leap and falls legs split on the sharp wire, smashing his head on the handlebars of the bike. Curled up in a ball, blood pouring from his head and his nuts. The last image he remembers before dying is the alien laughing.

Michael stands in the front entrance of his grandparent’s home, the house is silent; the walls are a freshly painted in Duke blue, remembering this from the college brochures he has been applying to. A song is playing from the living room down the hallway, something he has heard before but can't quite remember. He takes a step and as his foot hits the floor the sound of a party emerges from the same room as the music.

He calls again but the party seems too loud to be able to hear anything. He takes off his shoes and puts them on the mat, he starts to go towards the living room when he notices that his feet are covered in a dark sticky liquid and he is leaving foot tracks as he goes. He stops instantly and tries to step back, walking in the exact steps as before when he notices his grandma coming out of the bathroom to the right. She smiles and walks past him, she looks down and sees the stain on the floor. Bending down she sticks her finger in the goo then takes a lick.

You're leaking plasma child, go see grandpa he should be able to fix you up. Where is grandpa, is he throwing a party? No there is no party, it's a funeral dear. Go inside and make a sandwich, there is a tray of meats up front.

Michael walks over to the French doors of the next room and opens them to find that the living room has now become the school gymnasium. In the middle of the room is a white coffin, surrounding it is everyone he has ever known; it seems the entire town decided to show up. He walks over to his grandpa who is handing him a plate and takes it.

Thanks papa, Michael says with a slight embarrassed look, What this? Who's funeral is this papa?

Well boy this is your funeral, but don't fret, come gets something to eat. They both walk over to a line that goes all the way to the coffin.

His papa looks over and says, "I don't know about you but I'm starving" he says. You don't find meat this rare often, the chief says it's the mixed breed that makes it so tasty. His pops reaches over and puts a bun on his and Michael plate. He looks over and sees his classmates laughing and joking around, I guess this isn't such a sad occasion. No the burnt old man says, this is more a brunch then a funeral. He looks over again, Stacie the woman of his dreams is smiling at him. He stands up a bit and looks to his shoes and notices the slime that was on them before has somehow turned into a black kind of crimson mud. Embarrassed he tries to hide one foot using the other as a shield. She smiles and mouths, bon appétit!

As the line starts to get closer he notices a wonderful smell in the air. A mixture of bacon, roast beef and pizza fills the air. All his favorites wafting past his nose he starts to anticipate the coming meal. He thinks if this tastes as wonderful as it smells he must be in heaven, or at least a close second. His grandfather pulls out a slab of meat and puts it on a bun and hands the knife to him. He says thanks and peers in the coffin to see the feast that smells so good. The knife falls from his hands and slowly tumbles to the floor, what he sees is beyond any type of understanding. He stumbles back as a hand grabs him from behind and pushes him forwards. Nope, it's your turn boy dig in.

To Michael’s shock, within the coffin is him naked and being sliced and eaten as deli meat.

Grampa grabs a fork and picks the eye out, maybe if you eat this you will have a better sense of where you're going, and starts to slice up the pretty blue eye on the side of the coffin.

Michael stumbles back gripping with fear, the entire room empties of sound. The townsfolk all turn to stare at him, his gym teacher walks up and grabs his elbow. What you don't like the feast? He says as his grip gets tighter. Everything we've done for you and you can't even appreciate it. You should be more grateful then your constant whining about leaving this place. We are your family, we have kept you safe however after this show of disrespect I think it's time to bury the trash.

All of a sudden the crowd turned and started dumping their plates back in the coffin, a few more hands gather around Michael body as they start to lift him off the ground. What are you doing, let me go. I didn't ask for this meal, I didn't ask to be born in this hick town, I didn't ask for your safety and protection, let me down. They twist him and carry him to the open casket, his naked bodies opens the one eye and tells Micheal s that you should have tasted me while you had the chance. You'll be hungry after awhile up there. The hands let go and they drop him on top of himself. Please stop, please stop....

He opens his eyes and notices that he is still screaming. His body is covered in sweat. He reaches to his head and feels for an open wound but only finds a headache, then he remembers his balls and both hands go right down to check if he still has any. He is in his bed, the clock on the counter shows 11:11. Was it all a dream he thinks as he lifts his head off the pillow. He looks and notices that he is in his pyjamas, he just doesn't remember putting them on.

Michael stands and the room starts to spin, he sits down right away before he falls. Once the motion sickness leaves him, he gets up and walks to the door. The bedroom door of his mothers is open, and he sticks his head in. The slight sound of slumber drifts from her mouth. Something seems off thou, the light in her room seems too bright, he rubs his eyes and looks around. Everything seems so much clearer, he can read the small clock in the kitchen which he could never before, unless he was five feet away. It says 11:11. He walks over to the kitchen to look out the window; he pulls the blinds back to reveal a sky open with stars, each one brighter then the next. They seem to dance in the night black sky.

He walks out into the open, the sound of the crickets seems to surround him. The sky is a brilliance he has never seen before. The stars are so bright he almost feels like he can touch them. This can’t be real…

As Michael stares into the sky he notices a slight movement from the corner of his eyes. The stars start slowly to twist and swirl. As one moves a second follows faster as if a hole has been unplugged and the sky is draining. In the far top left an eye appears and winks, Michaels stand still, his body starts trembling from his core. Another eye appears as the stars take the form of a face floating high in the night sky.

Maybe you're brighter then I give you credit for boy; the face says directing its voice from every direction. There might be still hope for you yet!

Who are you? Michael asks.

My name is sing.

Where am I?

You are at my lab, sing starts laughing at the end of the sentence. You should have seen the look on you face it was so funny. Agghh he screams and pretends to flail giant arms made of stars. I wish I had recorded it that would have kept me laughing for a millennium. Agghh! Ha ha ha. Boy I scared the shit out of you. Why do you keep calling me boy, my grandpa use to call me that all the time and I hated it. I know, I can read your mind. I figured It would get your attention quicker. Can you please stop it! I don't really like it. Fine says Sing; I'll call you something you like, how about My'key? I know you like that.

Fine as long as you stop calling me boy. Cool well My'key, now that we have introduced ourselves I'm going to wake you up. Just please don't start freaking out again, I have a lot of sensitive equipment here and I don't want to see anything broken.

The image before him goes blank; an overwhelming sense of vertigo enters his mind as the sudden feeling of falling becomes reality. He starts drifting down in a unknown abyss. Darkness is all he can see except for a pinhole light off in the distance. The light starts getting brighter, his eyes feeling like a stranger to this new found glow ache from within his skull. He is falling faster as the lights flash from red, blue, red, yellow. Fear starts to grips him, he starts to scream aghhhh when all of a sudden his body hits something cold and hard. He is wet, a slime is covering his eyes and mouth. He tries to claw at the substance when he feels a set of hands rest on his shoulders.

Don't worry My'key, it's not like you haven't done this once before. Scared Michael grabs the thick-skinned hand and starts to shake. Song reaches over and stats to clean his face with a damp clothe. Gently taking his time to get all the pieces from his face. Your eyes will hurt for a bit but once they adjust you should notice a complete difference in your vision. Michael squinting tries to speak, his throat feels like its on fire. He tries to speak but a croak is all he can produce.

Just relax, sing says. It will take a hour before you feel better. Handing him a slim vile to his lips he asks him to drink this slowly. The taste is bitter, like sucking on the sourest candy, but he does feel better. Clothes your eyes and sleep. I will explain everything when you wake. Michael slips off to sleep, in his dreams he is flying something that looks like a plane over the fields of his house. He sees his home and his mother in the garden pulling weeds. She looks up and waves, the screen in the ship shows her face as a tear slides down her cheek. Don't worry he hears her whispers; this is what you were born to do.

The air is heavy, like carrying small wet sacks on the lungs. It tastes sweet against his tongue and smell reminds him of sitting under a cherry blossom in full plume. His heart is pounding in his chest, the sound not helping the headache that seems to building a shop right in the center of the brain. A sharp pain hits his left calf, a dreamy voice says something about this should work and the crew in his head just up and decided to take an early lunch. He tries to open his eyes; the light doesn't hurt as much as it did before. It was like looking through a kaleidoscope that he had as a kid, the colors twisted and unfocused never giving time to settle on just one thing. The room was an eerie white light, almost florescent without the hum. There was no noise in the place just his fear screaming within his mind and his heart beating. He attempts to sit up stumbling a bit; his eyes feel like they are rolling down a hill. He just can’t seem to focus on anything in the room but the light that surrounds him, it’s so beautiful...

If heaven was ever a place it would be what he was viewing now, what he saw was the universe suspended and revolving in light. Images of dwarf stars and suns passing by him. a dark star passed right threw him. There was no walls just individual layers of islands in this massive white opaque room. If there was ever an end to this room he could not fathom it, It was endless on all sides. ships were passing overhead the size of Ocean luxury cruisers. And a sea of floating buildings stacked on top of each other. Each level had its own station, some were the size of Manhattan others were small, almost the size of a small home joined together with other levels the same diamanter.

"This is your ship!?"

No My'key this is my home world, and this is my office, well one level of it.

I don't understand, what is going on, what do you want from me?

Ok I do owe you that"\ sings says. He walks over and grabs the boy by the arm gently and says come with me.

He takes him over to an edge of a drop when a bar of light automatically takes them right down to the next level. He didn't even notice that it happened. One moment he was at the top of a flight of stairs with no stairs and the next minute he was down on a level that looks like it was dedicated for luxury. Beautiful fabrics with colors he has never seen before dangle from furniture.

Here let me get you something more comfortable to sit on, We have no bones like you do and we can twist and move every portion of our bodies at will.

"So your an Invertebrate?"

Yes, we evolved from what you would call arthropods.

"You came from bugs?"

Hahaha No My'key, not your idea of bugs but yes kind of. Sing pulls out a floating chair and puts it beside Michael. Here sit and relax, I'll try to explain things. My species is billions and billions of years older then yours, my planet is just off the center of the universe, well what we know of it. We tried exploring the universe until we figured that what we thought of as size was nothing compared to the vastness of space. Our greatest scientists created what you saw just before you ran, sing starts snickering again. A sphere that was created to find a suitable planet and to land in an area without notice. These spheres are portals that record every detail of time from first landing. They monitor all activity and also gives us an opportunity to travel great distances without moving. We can travel to any one of these stars like walking through a doorway. It also gives us the ability to go back at anytime from the beginning of recording.

"Time Travel?"

Yes, we can go back up to the moment we sent out these spheres.

We have been using your sun for millions of years to cultivate food and new medicines. All suns have unique qualities to support life, your sun is enriched with so much energy we use it to power a majority of our world. We have learnt to balance all life. To respect it growth and its own evolution, We do not mess with an individuals life as every species deserves that right to live. We just watch, record and grow. By the way your planet has the best weed, people from all over the galaxy order that shit up by the bundle. You are more famous then you could ever imagine. Just no other species knows where you are, and that is why it is our job to keep it that way. To try to keep balance to the universe, fix any mistakes without interfering. To go in silent like a ninja and strike then disappear again.

"I don't understand, you involve yourself then say you do not interfere?"

Look I really don't want to start talking the politics of it, I personally don't agree with it at all. I think what we are doing is meddling where we should have no right. We go back and save leaders from executions because we deem they do a better job then the one who replaces him. We have placed our fingers in almost every moment of time and have created the universe in our own minds while making many enemies on the way. I am only a small part and have no say on anything, I just do my job.

"Why did you bring me here?"

For some reason the ships cloaking systems failed and I was trying to repair it when you came along, I still don't know how you found it. After you had your freak out and fall I felt pity for you and had taken your dying body and place it in a cell regrowth chamber. If today wasn't your birthday then it is now. Happy Birthday My'key! You will notice that your vision and hearing will be better. We fixed any anomaly that we could find, you are now stronger and smarter then you have ever been. But the look in your eyes tells me you still don't have a clue.

"I heard it."

What, sing says with a confused look in his eyes.

"I heard the ship, sphere thing. It was so clear in my mind that I just followed it.

That's impossible, there isn't anything on it to make a sound, sing says. "No I did hear it, it was like it was right beside me, then it moved and I started to follow the sound.

Ok kid, get off the drugs. Now like I was saying I might have helped break you and I couldn't just leave you there. "What are you going to do with me?" Eat you! "What!" Sing starts laughing again, nothing. I am going to do nothing with you but put you back.

"Are you not afraid I'm going to talk?"

Who you going to tell kid and second who is really going to believe you. Your government has your people chasing so many ghosts your species doesn't even know what to believe anymore. You will just end up looking like a nut job spending his days in front of the computer watching youtube videos of flying hubcaps. No I am going to take you home as soon as I get the... A giant explosions rocks the next floating island beside them. The sound of gears grinding and heavy smoke starts billowing out of it. Sing jumps and hits a panel on a post, a screen opens up with a scene of carnage going down on other levels. Another explosions rocks the building on the other side, it rocks left and slams into the building they were sitting knocking them both to the floor. The lights of the entire room take on a slight red as warning bells sound from every spot around. We got to get out of here sing screams. He grabs Michael's hands and takes him to the lift. All of a sudden he is back on the level with the floating universe. Another blasts tears apart the bottom floor. The building starts to shake and fall slowly around them. We're going down, we have to make a break for it. Sing goes over to a glass panel and attempts to hit some keys. Ok the portal on Earth is ready, I have to get you out of here quick before we both die. I will come back and try to get a grip when your... BOOM half the room tears open, sing grabs Michael and jumps in the middle of the illusion of the universe.

The both land hard on wet mud, rain is pelting down on both of them. The ship is buried deep within a forest floor. The sound of lighting and thunder fill the night but little light is coming in. Only rain.Michael sits up, his face covered in thick mud. A leaf leans just above him from the weight of water and proceeds to spill its trapped contents all over his face. The rain keeps coming down, he can feel his underwear sticking all over, mud seeping between the parts you want no part of sand in. Sing is beside him whimpering.

"Are you ok?"

Sing rolls over laughing, that was the coolest thing I have seen in years!

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The Fight...

2018-07-10T01:58:00.001-07:00

The Fight...

The reason I wrote this was after some white middle class women was telling me about my privilege. Seeing that nothing could ever happen to me in her eyes and how as a women she was more likely to be murdered, this memory floated on top. I am not a fighter, to be honest I have never hit anyone in my life. I am the type of guy that looks down when I walk, just in case I step on a bug. I walk because driving gives me the chance of hurting another, and that is a chance I am not willing to take. So when this first real fight came at me I was kinda unprepared, however I am getting a little too far ahead of myself. This is a tale of my past, I have many and might share more. They are all pretty fucked up in a fun way, this one is more twisted. If you trigger easy, then I am not the right storyteller for you.

I was 18 years old and had just been dropped off in a town called Surrey in British Columbia Canada, outskirts of Vancouver. Ending my amazing tour across Alberta that I can remember. I was traveling with a tattooer and his girlfriend as we headed across the west doing tattoos to make extra money. I did all the stencil work for him, he did the work and she was just cute as can be. This was my first time out west on my own and only really knowing old family friends I was left sleeping on a branch in a overgrown park close off of the downtown core. You might wonder why the branch in a tree, yet if you knew Surrey you would understand. The wild deer will shank you for a apple. Now I was kinda a cute kid, I can say that now as I have grown older and see myself in a much better light. So meeting people was pretty easy, I was new, living in a tree, looked 15 at best and the new kid in town. I met a girl and we started dating, her mother hearing that i was living in a tree invited me to stay in their home. Very lovely women, she drove such a sick ride. Things were fun, I started meeting a big group of people that all hung out together, their parents all hung out. All drove bikes and lived in big houses. One night she invites me to help her babysit her moms friends kids, I said sure of course totally at the mercy of this caring young lady. After the night was over and the parents get home, a few people have joined the house and everyone was drinking. As a joke the owner of the house throws at me a huge double dildo, seeing what I would do. Me being witty and a comedian, the best trait given to me by my father, threw a joke out that made the entire room laugh. They started joking around, and well my family use to drink and pick the fuck out of each other for family games night, I stared joking around with them and all of a sudden she is mad at me as I am having a drink with the boys. That night finding out my story the father invited me to live at his sons house he own and was just right down the block from his and his wife's, and start working for him. Me having street smarts, just a prairie city street smarts and not into the big world of drugs, did not have a clue what was truly going on. Everything was happening so fast.

Now I didn't have a lot of experiences on drugs, not hard drugs anyways. I didn't actually see good weed until I moved out west to BC. All I got in Saskatchewan where I grew up was stalks and seeds, or what we called Mexican, good honey oil and the best gold seal hash you have ever smoked, fresh from the fields and dropped off in Quebec. So when they offered e a job selling drugs, I kinda thought they were talking about that...

Well they moved me in, got me a bed and i started living with two other guys. One a little older and one around the same age, a strange kid with anger issues. My bosses son. So they set me up with a pager (how I am dating myself here) and my driver and when it beeped I went and dropped the product off. Simple as that, yet not so simple. The more I fell into this world the more I noticed what a huge coke issue all my new friends had. My one friend brought me over to his dads house to scrape the freezer door, I guess pounds were sold on it daily and there was always some huge fat rails. All of a sudden little ole me was addicted to coke, who would have known. At the time this was my first real addiction. I might have been moody when i didn't have weed but the feeling you get when you don't have blow is a whole other story when you are so young, doing eight balls a day. And slowly giving all my earning back to them.
The house was crazy, coke parties, drugs galore. It was where I first and last time ever tried heroin. They were partying as usual and I was having a crisis with my life. This was way more then living in a tree or running from my mother. I went in the kitchen to have a drink when to Indian fellows invited me for a line, thinking they were the cheapest bastards with their puny line and not knowing that they were being actually very generous with their China white. One line later and making it to the chair, I proceeded to vomit all over myself unable to move. So much fun. I had to get out of there and the other roommate told me we cold go live with his brother. He was a little older and as I found out later a big thief. So I said sorry I have to quit this, I gave them back the pager and said I was moving out. I asked them if I could get my last welfare check that they help me sign under my name and had it mailed to them in their name for the next month, since it was too early to change it. They said sure and let me on my way...

Something odd stared to happen. My new friends were not so friendly anymore, and the feeling in the air to me was trouble. When my friends brother drove me there to grab the check the day after I had moved my stuff, I sat worried telling them that I don't feel right about this. They said don't worry and his older brother says here take this. A metal file with a hook on it. Not really knowing what I was going to do with this in my hand in my pocket , I proceed to walk to the door and knock on it. When the door opened I knew right at that moment I was fucked. At the door was five guys, two of my new friends, my bosses son and his best friend, my boss and his two biker friends all were there greeting me at the door. Even after everything they are sending me a good bye party. The big big guy grabs me and drags me in the house and pulls me upstairs as the shots start coming.. They dragged me in the living room as all five of them started kicking the shit out of me. It was a strange place to beat a person, the room was very tidy and was all in blue with a nice couch. I think I remember the TV playing some sort of daytime drama, I remember thinking it should have been the days of our lives on. As all this was happening, the blue couch with matching blue drapes, the TV drama that I wished was more ironic, the beating from this five men I was able to hold on to one thought. My bosses sons best friend isn't even hitting me at all, the fucker is pretending to hit me in the side. Like gentle love taps from a playful lover, I stared laughing to myself which gave me just some more strength. All the while having both hands in my pockets with a bloody file in my hands. If I show that I would certainly be murdered..

As I am standing there in the middle now of this open faced, living room kitchen area, they noticed I was pouring a lot of blood and started punching me out side if that ever was a thing. My boss punches me in the face as his son pushes me outside. My boss or should I call him ex boss at this point, he grabbed my head and stared smashing it against the wood railing on his nice new ish deck. I had a lot of blood in my eyes so at this point, I wasn't able to see if it was ceder or just regular wood. It did feel smooth as my face was being bashed over and over again. Letting go of me and him seeing that I was still standing, he tossed me off the flight of stairs onto the frozen concrete floor of his backyard. If you want to know the details of that yard then it wouldn't be a true story, I could hardly see anything flying threw the air with my hands in my pockets and a fucking stupid metal file.

And wouldn't you fucking know it I landed on my feet and slide across the ice like I fucken planned it like a boss, stopping perfectly still with both hands in my pockets. The biker guy rushes down and does the most beautiful roundhouse kick I have ever seen so close. When it hit my face it exploded like all those movies show that were a little more gore then you were use to. What I saw coming from it was a splatter so what they saw must have been crazy. And I still stood, seeing the gate and rushing for it. I rushed to the car, jumped in quickly as I see the two not new friends follow behind on foot.

I don't have any pictures, I don't really remember what I looked like. They had to give me reconstructive surgery for my nose jaw and skull. I still have a crack in it. My roommate phoned the police and told them the details and who did it, when they handed me the phone the cop told me and I am honest to god here, if you go another further you will be dead. I think that was the plan all along, this family and friends were more then just a small group of people, they were part of something much larger, another world that I was not able to shake off my foot for a long time. They have a way of keeping up on you even from miles away. What I heard over the years was that my boss became leader of his group, running the trade for themselves and government. Everyone has to pay taxes. His son I heard was arrested for breaking into a morgue and sleeping with a dead body. Now you might be thing, hey man really, really?!! Yes and it was a man to boot, gay necrophilia was something new to me and that was about the last I ever wanted to hear about that subject. Of course life has changed since than, and I am nothing of the child all those years ago. Just a small tale of my life on lost highways.

Rucking Fant #two

2018-06-13T23:58:00.000-07:00

It has been awhile since I was let loose on here, filling the white page with words scrambled together to form some sort of concession. What can we say, we are at a time that one can say fuck Trump and the world applause's...

As if these deranged fucks have any sense of morality, Harvey is only the scapegoat in a large pool of sexual filth that seeks to bring the youth to the sexual forefront. Pedo bear in a 10,000 dollar tux. They are not no messiah so get your heads out of your asses, you are the sickness that produces some fine art. For every positive we see the negative. Hollywood need as invasion of Chris Hansen's to bring the law. Fucking self righteous creeeps.

Other than Hollywood how is the world turning? Are we getting along? Like a train facing the other train both going high speed wondering why even thou they both know it was designed to do this... Fuck that was a crash and we are still bitching about what colors of the bodies should get the most attention... But think about the children! Fuck the children, think of the poor people of color or colored people.. depends on how woke you are... They need your help like unsupervised children unable to do things like vote or even get ID... Fucking liberal America, always has a voice for everything but the proprietorial war they create.

War support!!! Sport the War...

Now we come to now, the final play in this career we call life. The ballerina dance of such a flow the Dove's stop and watch. As their beaches burn. Wondering until that can't remember their own home, nothing is calling them home.

We still have David fighting the good cause, while they scream that one so young should not be questioned, like that's a fucking excuse. Being a Canadian doesn't mean I am cucked like our fearless tweeter Justin Trudeau. Not my president but surely my leader, voted by ignorant pot heads and wet 40 something women. Think about his hair!... and that eyebrow that seems to have left him to find asylum in the States.. I would if I was his eyebrow...

Hey I have a design for a small movie I want to shoot, a grim comedy that will be only me since I am the only one who can depend on me. I am asking for help. I need a camera so my phone is not the only camera. (Hit this link)

I will if I have to, not the first time I worked on little, I built my own sound studio myself after a failed gofundme... But it would be cooler if you did I will leave a link in the bottom here. I have a cool idea for a youtube movie and I am poor as fuck. Again just a shot. Peace and love you sick fucks, keep trolling the world and confuse the normies...

The Creation (A work in Progress)

2018-03-14T01:23:00.000-07:00

What am I?

What is me?
Do I have a mass, what is a mass?
When did I get here?
What is when?
Why is there just me?
Hello?

Why is it so cold, what is cold?
I need to cover my mass... How do I move? What is move?
What am I?
Is there anyone else?
Someone like me?

How long has it been since I woke?
Why did I awaken?
Who woke me?
What is awake?

What am I?
Why is it taking so long to get this?
Am I wasting time?
What is time?
Does my length of time determine my growth?
What is growth?
Am I growing?
HELLO!

Hello...
What am I, am I something?
What is I?
I am black.
I am something.
I am nothing.
Am I nothing?

Why is it so cold?
What is cold?
What is the opposite of cold?
What is opposite?
Hello? Why am I cold?
What is cold?
Anything? Nothing?
What is anything?
I know I am nothing.
I can only feel nothing.
What is feel?
I am bored...
What is bored?
Where am I?

What am I?
I am Atom.
What is Atom?
It is everything.
It is me.
It is I.
We are Atom.
No there is no we.
I am only atom.

I don't want to be cold, I need something.
What is need?
Do I need something?
I hate being cold so I must do something but what is something?
I need the opposite of cold, I need hot.
What is hot?
It is not cold!
It is something. More than nothing.
It is the opposite of everything.
Let there be light.

Why am I still cold?
Can I move, what is this move?
What if I try to turn?
What is turn?
Can I spin?
What is spin?
I am black.
What is the opposite of black?
What is this light?
Why is it so far away?
What is away?

What is it?
Is it Warm?
How can I get closer?
What is closer?
I can spin.
I can spin around?
Am I afraid?
What is afraid?
Is it warm, the opposite of cold?
Should I be afraid?
I know I do not like being cold.
Maybe if I spin a little closer.

How long have I been here?
This light does not warm me enough.
What if I get closer and spin around it.
I will count each turn around.
What is count?
What if I keep moving around?

My mass has not changed yet I have grown.
Twisting and turning around the light for countless rotations.
I am not alone.
This light keeps me company.
Keeps me only a little warm.
Is that all I need?
To feel warm and not alone?
To spin around this light.
Or is there more?
Did I create the light, was it in me?
Can I create more, I would like shape.
Arms to stretch and hands to touch.
A body strong and mind sharp.
Legs to walk.
I do not have a body yet I can see?
Do I need a body if I can already feel warmth?
I need more.
I need more heat.
I need room to move, I need to see endless lights all around me.
Let there be stars!

What is this?

It is so beautiful.

Did it come from me?

I am not alone now, i have the light all around me.

I can feel the heat warming this cold.

Do I need more?

I have spent a eternity wondering the stars, searching for something like me. Why am I the only one here? I am alone, these stars keeps my mass warm yet I feel empty inside. My rotation has been going for while, time is now a marker on my first thought and it is still the same, who am I?

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1:11 - A Short Story

2018-03-01T22:36:00.003-08:00

This kinda just slipped out of my head and it has taken me about 5 hours to finish it. It is raw so probably a few mistakes... If you like it, hey give it a share and if you really want you can buy me a beer at paypal.me/RWelder

This is Josh Holden with breaking news.

NASA representatives reported to us that two weeks ago they lost the Voyager 1 signal, now they are telling us that the signal has been found and its location is puzzling scientists.

In 1977 the Voyager 1 satellite was launched with the hopes of contacting alien life.Within the satellite was a golden record explaining humanity and our location with a glimpse into our species, our diversity and culture. It hit a mile stone last year when it finally broke free of our solar system and now NASA is saying that it is back in our solar system and is transmitting one song over and over again. Dark Was The Night by Blind Willie Johnson.

Scientists are still troubled by the location, as it is passing at the moment Pluto at high speeds and they believe that it should be back in earth's orbit by the end of this week. NASA has confirmed that they believe this might be first contact.

What a load of shit, do you really believe we are all stupid? Dylan mumbles to himself as he goes to the flat earth forum on Facebook. NASA must be really needing more money if they are going to believe this, he posts. Over the last year he has woken to the global lie, and that we are spinning on a ball in space. I mean the water would never be able to pool in a spinning earth? Small minded globe heads anyways. Going back to the news site he looks for the audio of the supposed returning satellite, the biggest lie of them all. Downloading it he takes it to a audio program he uses to make his YouTube video's, and tries to pick a part the sounds. Sitting at his desk replaying the song over and over again, he proceeds to belittle anyone sharing the story on Voyager. Knowing the song all too well since his father use to listen to a lot of blues, he notices that the voice does not sound exactly right. He goes and puts his copy of the song beside the repeating copy in the audio filter and notices a slight difference. With filters he takes away everything except the slight difference in the back ground. What he sees doesn't make any sense, it looks more like a digital code with a message. He turns the speakers up in his house and plays the sound only to it be backwards. He reverses the direction and plays it again. Within the speaker was a very short message and a slight digital squeal. It said in a million voices We Are Hungry... and the computer screen went blank.

What the hell? He gets up and tries hitting the keys, nothing is happening. He looks at the clock on his phone it is 1:11 PM. He resets the computer and reboots it back up. Windows comes on again thank heavens he thinks to himself. He get's up and makes himself a coffee. Sitting back down he attempts to go online when he notices that he doesn't have a signal, his computer also says 1:11, the same as his phone. He tries to turn on his cell phone with no luck. The screen is only showing the wrong time, as it should be 1:17 or 1:18 by now. He tries again and again with his internet connection by turning it off and on. Nothing. Frustrated he steps away from the computer and goes and turns the TV on and finds all the stations are not working. He is only getting a black screen.

Now what did I do? Going to his closet he grabs a old cable antenna from a box of junk and screws it on to the Television. Turning on the set he hits channel search and a analog channel comes on. Turning up the news he sits down with his mouth wide open. On the banner it reads All digital communications off line at 1:11. The government thinks that this is a hack and has nothing to do with the returning Voyager says the reporter. CIA director Mike Pompeo is now live from Langley. We believe that at 1:11 today a virus was set off on the internet disabling all communications. We have a trace on the origin of the virus and will have whoever in custody within minutes. Holy fuck, he gets up nervous and opens the window out of his over priced 10th floor rat cell of an apartment. He sees no cars, he gets away from the window when his door gets kicked in and a team of armed federal agents burst in the room screaming get on the floor, doing exactly as they say, he lays on the floor saying I didn't mean to, it wasn't my fault. With a gun to the back of his head he is told to shut up. Crying he does what they say. They throw him in the back of a police van and drive off. Crying having to go to the bathroom, he has never been more scared in his life. Dear god, please help me, please don't let them lock me away.

They take him to a questioning room at the downtown police center. The room is white and the one wall is glass. He is sitting there for over an hour, pleading begging and spilling his guts out at every crime he has ever committed, which wasn't much. Other than some questionable hentai the guy was pretty clean. Agent Findlay of the FBI looks over the notes they have on him while sitting in the other room. One Taylor Thorton, 22 and the perfect example of a neck beard. Putting down his notes he walks out and over to the holding room. I didn't mean to he starts to say when the agent tells him to shut up. So, you are the one who played the message and fucked the world? That's got to suck Taylor, if we survive whatever is coming your name will be mud. Mud? Never mind I don't have time for that. We are letting you go, we have no reason to hold you. The message was pretty simple to find, and if it wasn't you it would have been someone else. They wanted us to play it, they we able to take control everything the moment you played the message. Cameras, audio and satellites, they are watching us through our own cameras. Do we know why they are here? No but we will find out soon. We have tracked them entering our solar system just hours ago, the ship is nothing like we have ever seen before. Look kid, if I were you I would get the hell out of the city. You heard the message the same as us...

Agent Findlay walks out of the room and goes to the office they have let him use while he was there. He calls in his report, and gets someone to follow Mr Thorton. I want to know everything he is doing.

Getting home to his kicked in door and his neighbors staring at him like he was a terrorist he was also welcomed to a sea of reporters camping out at his front door of the apartment. Doing as the officer suggested, he pushed his way through with repeated answers of no comment. After making it to his place he notices that everything was still there minus the door laying in the hallway. The frame covered with police tape.

My computer is still there, I was afraid they were going to take it.

Going to the fridge remembering he had fuck all for food, he closed the door and went in the cupboard for a cup of soup. He bought a large supply when he went shopping at Costco with his father and his card. A months supply of canned ravioli, pork and beans and ramen noodles. He first starts filling everything that can hold water, starting with the bathtub while watching TV. On the news is a eclipse of the sun as the alien spaceship gets closer. Fear and panic have gripped the country it says across the screen as they show rioting and looting in the streets. He looks out his window and sees nothing, he is out by the airport in Denver . The one with all the creepy murals so his view is facing the airport. Outside the sun is fading away as night brings fear and chaos to the people of earth.

On the news they are showing images of the ship that has stopped a quarter way from the sun and the earth. Scientists praising the positing as they worried a ship that size would push the earth out of orbit. The ship appears to have stopped and a large fleet of smaller alien crafts are ascending towards the planet. They project that the spaceship will land at Cape Canaveral where the Voyager 1 originally lifted off a little after noon tomorrow. Reporters are already rushing to get a better view of the landing. Tired after such a hard day he falls asleep on the couch.

When he wakes up he notices it is still dark. He sees a fire off in the distance as he turns to the clock and notices that it's out. Going over to his spare room and getting from his cam supplies his campfire stove and opening the window, he brews himself a coffee. He was not much of a camper, his brother willed him his camping gear in the hopes he will get out more. He was older and the perfect example of the outdoors type. He dies three years ago from lung cancer. He never even smoked once, always eat organic foods. Here I am 20 pounds over weight with Ravioli stains on my shirt. And the man who helped destroy the internet. Going over with his coffee as he always does, he sits back at his computer desk and turns the desktop on. He turns up the volume of the news, as he checks again the wifi signal. Still nothing.

He looks at the clock on the wall and remembers that he has a clock on the wall. A gift from his mother with pictures of the family in it. It is 6:30 am, the news is reporting that the alien ships are getting closer, with one in the lead.

Glues to the set I sit down not even noticing I spilled my coffee everywhere. On the screen the ship is landing by a large group of reporters and government and military presence. The ship is coming in fast, it is the size of a warehouse yet moves with grace.

Spell bound by every movement on the screen I start eating some stale chips that must be three days old by now, I would have eaten tide pods and not noticed the taste at the moment. a hush draws the crowd as the dust settles and the doors open. From out of the ship comes a swarm of laser weapons, moving down the reporters and soldiers. Wave after wave of soldiers emerge from the ship. One camera man is running before the feed ends and the go back to the blank looks of the reporters. Screaming, the entire crew run for the door, one person gets pushed knocking over the camera as it hits the floor, leaving the viewing audience scared for their lives. The TV screen goes blank as a power surge wipes out the power in the entire city. Getting up he walks to the window as he sees plane after plane taking off in the air. He watches getting lost on the moment, wondering if this will be the end of it all? He noticed something strange. For just a moment everything was at peace, the sound of the last roaring jet had taken off leaving a beautiful silence.

He sits in the silence coming to terms with fate when he notices that his computer is still running. He walks over and moves the mouse to see the monitor come on. He hits Ctrl, alt and delete to start task manager and notices that his video editing program was still running. He quickly goes to the program and sees that it is stuck on loop. Turning it off he goes back to task manager and stops everything, resetting the computer.

Waiting until the computer comes back on he notices that his cell phone was working. He looks at his phone and notices that it has a wifi signal and goes to his browser and refreshes it.

Excited he shouts I did it, as he jumps off his chair and dances around the room. The world will now remember me for turning it back on.

Across the way in another apartment was Agent Jones, using binoculars and a two way radio he calls Langley and tells the the news. Dale Evans head of communications hangs up the phone and calls everyone back into the main work room.

We are back with full satellites people, let's find out what's going on. Using what cameras they have they start looking for alien movement. As they do camera sweeps by Cape Canaveral, they notice that none of the aliens were moving, the weapons they were holding lay at their feet. Within minutes they already have a drone in the air doing a sweep of the area. Nothing sir, nothing is moving. How can that be says Findlay. Two minutes until drone contact. the entire room settles as the drone gets closer to the aliens. As camera gets closer they notice that they not aliens but mechanical robots. The drone hits the droid as it falls on its back.

It must be our wireless, it must be blocking the signal, says a woman in a white lab coat. That is why they shut it off. Quick she says, phone Elon Musk on the phone and tell him to power up ViaSat-2 internet satellite. Hanging up the phone the crew at Space x turn on the high speed internet. The ships that were in our low orbit started falling from the sky, most hitting water leaving Florida alone.

The crowd at Langley cheered as the ships that escaped the satellites internet waves were leaving earth's orbit. We did it they cheered. On the TV the news were showing the alien space craft leaving, as Taylor cheered knowing he saved the world. Humanity was saved...

A Fork In The Road (A video story)

2017-05-15T00:41:00.001-07:00

My Name is Richard, and this is my first time blogging so bare with me. I have left the big city, quitting my job and leaving the office behind. I have been separated for two years, my wife leaving me for my business partner. I have three kids all out of the house and none of them have the time to call me. I understand, as I was never around when they were growing up. Now that I am all alone I decided to grow my hair long, stop shaving and learn horticulture. I was invited by a nice family to work and learn on their farm, strange for someone who is turning 39 in August. Well I wasn't happy and you have to be happy in life right? As I am writing this I am on the ocean on the west coast. In British Columbia Canada. Marijuana is becoming legal soon in Canada, and I wanted to get a jump on the cash cow that will come from it. First I need to know how to grow, and my city boy experience couldn't keep a potted plant alive. We will arrive soon so I will not do this by video blog. Time to change my life around.

I had to stop and listen

I found the liquor store

Well now that I found town I am going to make my way to the farm. I will film when I see something more than trees.

Daily Blog day 2

Well things are off to a good start. After spending so much on a phone plan that guaranteed me coverage, the signal died way before I arrived at the farm. And I didn't even make it. By the time I noticed I had taken the wrong turn, the sun was setting and I had hit the beach. Really it is not that hard to find a beach on a small island. I turned around and started walking back until I was not able to see in front of me. I left the road stumbling to get over a ditch, only to find that I picked the only path that had a deep embankment. I slipped and I think I lost my glasses. I don't know, I can't really remember. To keep myself warm I got into the bottle of Ardberg. I am not a survivalist by any means. I had a rain jacket in my backpack, so I huddled to a tree, plugged in my cell phone to my solar powered backpack to change and I got drunk. I didn't sleep much, and I think I was a feast to many bugs in the night, I still did fall asleep. And I am grateful for that.

Infinite Lives Are Not Enough

2017-02-04T23:42:00.000-08:00

I hope you don't mind me sharing like this, between making a living, paying more than I make a living and finding the time to write seems a struggle, as with all of us.

This story has taken a life of its own since I first thought of the character, or he called out to me. I sat for a long time pondering on the perfect story to give him, since he demanded so much of my mind at the time, that I think now he can finally have some peace when the story is finished. I have never had a character is my stories demand so much attention from me.

So now when I have time I will work on it until it completes and he can finally get what he is seeking. If you were here before you will notice the story changing in many parts. The character Jorge seems restless with my tale and he wants something more.

As with life I have fallen in a decrease of imagination with depression with winter blowing rain constantly. My current state of mind must be set right. Thanks again for reading.

Back in Manhattan...

Here I am, back again at the family home. Forty and a fair bit wiser, well since the last time I was here anyways. And that would have been when Dad died, a very long time ago . Not to be rude but I was cheering for him to outlive my mother, anyone who can stay that long with that woman is one in my books. Speaking of books they are everywhere. I have a goodwill truck coming at eleven to take the contents of the house away. I guess the quicker I get done the faster I can get out of here. Just too many memories, moments I just don't need to remember. I start marking the stuff with stickers for the movers to take and loading a few boxes of things I was taking with me to remember them by. The house is finally quiet, I can actually hear the train that runs down from our home. Usually it was them yelling or that fucking television as background noise, to hide the sound of the train. Black and white radiation box as loud as you can turn it, usually Lucy or some other golden oldie. She use to say they lost comedy to violence on television, I was too busy laughing at Die Hard to notice. Speaking of books, what am I going to do with all the old mans books. I can still smell the cigarettes tho, the walls stained with two packs a day habit. Funny both never died from smoking. My father was shot on his way home, the police said he must have gotten in the way of a drive by shooting. My mother drowned in the tub, to weak to lift herself up. Last time I saw her she was doing just fine. House was clean and if you look, it still is. I guess she was just getting old. So much bloody nicotine on the walls, I guess I have a hard day of cleaning. She did last, my mother that is. Fought death until the very end. I figured as much, true evil never dies. Is that bad? Ah well that was the past and now I must make due with the things I have now.

First I am selling the house and donating 65% to charity. Gentrification turned my old neighborhood into a million dollar whole foods upper class yuppy fest. Today's prices on homes is a sellers market and my friend Kwan can sell anything. Number one in New York if you believed his bus ad, bench ad, magazine ad, actually I don't think you can take a shit without seeing this man. His cousin owns the ad agency, so he tells me he gets the family discount and he does get the calls. Also he is always good at getting in at the clubs. One of the reasons why I hang with him, the other is he doesn't take shit. We first met when I was 11, and the first white person ever to walk in their New York home. Kwan is now 39 and still looking for the perfect white woman, something that still strikes heavy with his parents. They are second generation Japanese in America, and they think he should meet a nice American Japanese girl. If only his parents knew the amount of money he wastes on shooter girls and bar stars. I carry a black marker where ever I go just to ruin that perfect smile. Fuck you buddy.

Things are a little too quiet, might as well put some tunes on. I had amazon ship her a Bluetooth speaker for mothers day. I tried to explain to her that she can take her favorite music wherever she went. It was hard trading her record player for the iPod loaded with music that I got her last year for Christmas. She used it all the time however any chance she could get she told me how records sounded so much better. My mother the hipster. I go into her room and turn on the light seeing it right away. Unopened still in the wrapping. Opening it up and setting it with my phone, I set it to YouTube and place the Bose on the counter as I start to clean. This one is for you Mom and Dad.

I start cleaning up the apartment, my mother oddly has done a great job keeping everything perfect. The pillows are still in the exact same spot where she first put them. The couch that was never to be sat on, still with not one stain on it, looking the exact same since she bought it in 1986. I go over to the old mans liquor cabinet and find a bottle of Ardberg I bought him for his 72 Birthday. Looks like one glass was poured. Well old man, tonight we will finish it. I go and jump on the couch with my muddy boots on, the emerald green stained with salt water and dirt. I call up Kwan to confirm the deal and exactly as I figured he wanted to hit the bars tonight. I had way too much to do tomorrow to piss it away on a late night.

My office is in Brooklyn, my apartment is in Newark and my life is usually on a phone behind a wheel or a computer behind a desk, and that all depends on traffic. I thought being a private investigator would be fun, chasing runaway bail jumpers and finding the big case. The one that would put me on easy street. Instead I find myself dealing mostly with stalkers and insurance fraud. Chasing a man around all day in a wheel chair waiting for him to stand or just slip up is not proud work. What did I become? He returns to sorting through the stuff that will go to goodwill and the rest he can sell. He is donating mostly everything to a boy's shelter that let him stay the odd night when he needed a place to stay as a adolescent kid.As I open the large drawer in my fathers room, once he turned in his 60's she decided that his snoring was keeping her awake. He didn't mind, he was able to sit and read and write on the little desk that still sat in the corner. Inside was a gift, wrapped in some pages from some novel, it looked like physics. Son, I spent so often in books that I forgot to watch you grow, and now I ask...
The phone rings as he fumbles for the phone putting the book shaped wrapped object in his pocket.

Hello?

Good evening sir, we heard you we thinking of selling your property, the voice over the phone says. Do you mind if we take a look tonight? Sorry, I am still cleaning the place. I don't know if you got this number from Kwan, the property is not for sale as of yet.
You sure we couldn't just stop in for a second? We are just around the corner, it wouldn't be a bother to us at all. No, thanks but no thanks. I heard you guys get pretty persistent, and I am willing to sell. I just need to move everything out first. Hello? Hello...

As I look at the note and stick it in my pocket, I go back to packing when I hear a knock on the door. I head towards the stairs when I hear the door getting kicked in. I go and hide behind the door. I look through the half way open door as two gunshots fire from the downstairs tearing the wood in the door. Shards flying past my face, as I take cover I hear them rushing me up the stairs. I can jump out the window, the terrace use to hold me when I was in high school, it should be able to hold me now... I also remember my dad having a gun under his bed, he never trusted this neighborhood. As I rush towards the window he hears the guy rushing up the stairs trip on the boot scrubber that his mother made his father install, giving him just enough time to reach under and grab the gun. I turn and quickly check the chamber of the shotgun, still loaded and very illegal in New York in this day and age. I unload two bucks through the door, shredding it to nothing but hinges and flakes of wood, giving me enough time to run out the window and walk partly on the terrace before it gives way. The gunman get to the window up firing wildly just grazing my arm as I try to get up from that fall. I duck and dodge quickly as the men from the window starts shooting again. What the hell is going on! I throw the gun behind my fathers garbage cans and make it to the back alley, knowing this area like the back of my hand from all those mischievous nights with friends, I easily makes my escape.

Knowing that Jack's place is right by, my parents old watering hole and someone there who I love and trust very much I jumped a few fences and ducked behind my old high school before running there. I know I can call the police there, remembering my phone is sitting on the counter. I run to the local bar and take a back booth. Being at this place since I was just a baby the waitress brings over my usual drink and tells me its complements on the bar and Jack tells me that your money is no good tonight. As it ever was. I take a drink as a man walks in quickly inside the bar. The man looks around only seeing a handful of talking people laughing and drinking and a few lots having drinks alone, and runs back out the door. The owner Jack, a family friend who has owned the bar for 55 years walks up to the booth. You hungry? Yea Jack I am and thanks. I need a bandage, as I take off my coat showing my wound. Just need to clean this up a bit. I also need a phone. Not asking for much are you Jorge, Jack laughs and gives him a hug. Sorry about your mom. She was a good woman, you just never got a chance to know the real her. Don't start Jack. Yea I know, shut up Jack, let me get you what you need. I think you might need more than a band aid for that wound. Jack, shut up. He laughs and walks away. Thanks Jack, I knew I was always safe here.

After giving my statement and having the police look around and give it the all clear, I returned to shut everything off and grab my phone. That was my first real taste of excitement in many years, I will have to phone Kwan and tell him to watch who he gives my number to.

As I walk out of the apartment, meaning to go there later after everything starts making sense, I notice a black limo pulling up beside me. I stop and turn around as the drivers door opens and a young man gets out.

Mr Santoin would like to have a moment of your time Mr Hellick. Sorry I have no time for anyone, I need to get home and... No said the little weasel with the white smile, we insist you see him. To turn down such a offer would be a grave mistake on your part. I remember the love he said when he used the word grave, as if this man held no life other than his own for worth. I really am... Get in the car Jorge before I have to ask you a little less kind. Okay, okay. I will jump in the black limo at night, nothing weird about this at all. I tried to step in when the guy pushed me between two sausages. Well they looked liked sausages, gym monkeys set on lifting everyday.. The look of these two you would only have to feed them protein shakes and have a big mirror to keep them around. They were finally dressed, almost as if these boys didn't come from New York. I was stuck right by the door as a man sat smoking one cheap ass cigar, something you would find at the dollar store that doesn't even sell tobacco. Probably thinks it's a Cuban. This smell will never come out of my jacket. Up front by the driver lay a blob of a man, one drunk on riches and too many cheese burgers. You can see packets of ketchup splashed on the floor, the empty packages littler every inch of floor space. Well I hope that's ketchup. Beside the dark shadow lay a man with black slicked hair and three hundred dollar shoes. Someone you expect working for the government dealing with things governments try to forget.
We give our condolences to the loss of family Mr Hellick, we have heard of the tales of your father for many years now. Shame how he went. Tales of my father? Look I don't know who the fuck you are or what the hell you are talking about. If this is about the house, the house is not for sale yet.
No we are not here for the house. Your parents, Amel, and Caroline, were watching something for me. Something that needs to be taken care of, and we think it might have been given to you. Have they given you anything Mr Hellick, something they were watching for me?
Look I don't know what you are talking about, I just had a fucked up night and I need a drink. Here, the man in the fine suit says as he hands over a card. If you find anything, unusual, give us a call.
So I'm free to go? You were never a prisoner Mr Hellick.

The limo pulls away as the odor lingers off my coat. I need to get home and get some sleep. First I. better phone Tracey. Shit Tracey, he checks his phone to see 42 messages. Bloody hell woman, I am going to have a hard time explaining this one, she is never going to believe me. He picks up the phone and gives her a call. After trying to explain what happened I ended up hanging up. I like her so much except she just doesn't trust me. Maybe it was all those old black and white movies I watched, where the P.I. would save the day and get the girl. I tried to explain that it was only a movie, that I was totally happy at home, which I was. My line of work is filled with strange hours, I am not at the club, I promise. Yes we have been dating for five months, thank you for reminding me that. Under my breath I mumble that she reminds me every month. Look I have to go.

I get in my over priced 2011 Chevy Cruze, a lemon since day one. As usual they promise the world and bill you for everything. I was never one as a mechanic, most of my friends just rode the train, I however wanted the freedom of the open road. To be able to leave and go to California and Learn to surf. Only to get shafted by a shady salesmen on a miserable rainy day. The day I got the inheritance from my father. Yes I pissed it up a tree, Vegas, women and drugs. The things you do with guilt money. So much money up ones nose. The stupidity of money in my hands. who knows I think I might have learned my lesson, having to drag myself out of the gutter with nothing to show for it except strength and a passion to actually live for once. I am doing better now, by my own hard work. My fathers life's work gone in one hell of a party. After a hour drive I finally arrive at home. I open the bottle that I was able to salvage from all the excitement and place my coat that stinks of cheap cigars in a bag and toss it down the hallway and makes myself some dinner. Things will get better, I whispers to myself.

That night as I slept I had the most vivid dream. I awoke in a old encampment, surrounded by soldiers. I was in front of a map giving orders. In my hand I felt a small ball, my strength, my will was in that ball. I assigned the positions of the ranks and went to lead the charge. I was wearing a metal and leather suit of armor. Broad sword and heavy steed. The horn blared as I screamed my battle cry and charged against the opposing army. I opened my hand, a silver ball carved with small symbols shines from my palm. As I hold it tight I get my sword ready. With the fog in the air and the hooves shaking the ground the armies met in the field. Bodies and animals collided, the stones and rocks shake from the clash of such opposing forces. Alistar my name I remember, with my glowing sphere, slashes my way through to victory. The armies are pushed back again. The people of Hills Pass Gate are safe for now. After ordering to bury their dead and tend to the wounded, I make my way back to the castle where the beautiful princess awaits for me. As I walk in the room she faces me and started lifting off her gown when the phone starts ringing. Both of us look startled, as if we never heard such a sound before, as I fight to hold the dream, to be able to just lay with this goddess... And I wake from my bed, fist sweating from it being clenched, holding that precious cargo. Cursing who ever is on the other line.

Who is this?
Oh Ms Simmons, I will deliver the information you asked for, and yes sorry for missing our appointment. I can meet you still at the office? I look at his cell phone and it is blank, I remembered turning on the alarm when I went to bed and it was fully charged. As I try to turn it on when it shows no battery. Okay I will meet you at your hairdressers downtown, I will see you in thirty minutes,
What, fuck do I need to get a new battery? I grab my windbreaker coat from the front closet and head off to meet my already upset client. Tracey is going to kill me again. As I walk out Tracey is by my car leaning on the hood of hers enjoying the sun. Hey babe, I am running late, I was going to call you. Yea sure... Just you? Yea... shut up he thinks to himself, I will only make it worse. My phone is acting weird, maybe it was damaged yesterday. When you were almost shot? Yes when I was almost shot, would you like to go to the police and let them explain last night to you? No I believe you, I saw it in the news this morning, I wanted to see if you are all right. Are you all right? Yea just got a small cut on my arm, I was very lucky. Lucky my ass it was divine providence. Look not everything can be answered by Jesus. Babe I am late for a meeting and I have to to meet them at her hairdressers, I will call you after work. I kiss her and gets in my car and head off to my client

As I arrive at a dog boutique of all places I walk in the door to meet my client. She automatically starts talking about her dog. This is Sir Alistar, my little poochie woochie. He is in desperate need of a haircut. I stop stunned and ask her again what the name of the dog was? Alistar, a name my grandfather use to tell stories about when I was a child. I am told he is a decedent of Barbet, and such a good boy. And such a brave boy she says as she bends over and gives the dog a big kiss on the mouth. I just watched it lick another dogs ass as I gag. Here is all the information on your husband, for what I can find he is not having a affair. He rented the apartment downtown to relax in, he goes there every night after work and watches science fiction movies and eats junk food. Science fiction and garbage? He liked that trash when we first started dating, I thought with all my families influence he would have turned into a more proper gentlemen by now. Thank you for this, he will be living in the apartment all by himself from now on. Me and Alistar can have the bed right my strong boy. Here is the check. I open it to find five thousand dollars. I hope this will never be talked about again Mr Hellick? No I will never mention this again, thank you very much. If you ever need me again, and anything at all please do not hesitate to call. I will she says and good day to you sir, we must now have stairs built so Alistar can climb up into the bed. We don't want him hurting himself on such a big bed. I walk out shaking my head, I wonder why the husband got his own place to relax. Watching those two all day would make anyone go a little crazy.

Okay Next stop to watch Mr Charlie. I've been watching him for a week now, he said he threw out his back while on the job. And of course the company would rather pay me a small bit to catch his ass than to pay him out fully. Once in awhile I give a few breaks to the working families, like my last catch Ross. Hard working man and his wife got sick. He thought he could hurt himself so he could be getting paid to be at home taking care of the children and his wife. The guy was good man. A few beer a week, loved his family very much. He dressed up as a superhero every night for his boy to read a story, and brushed his daughters hair as she reads him a story. I lied and told them that he was sick and tried to help the guy out with a sob story, so they can leave the trail as it lies. One thing I learned is that not everyone is evil. It took me awhile to figure that one out. When you have a family as fucked as mine, you tend to not trust anyone, even myself. We all have our faults and I would have done the same as that man Ross, I would do anything for the ones I truly love. It is going on 11:20 and I am sure this guy is not even out of bed yet. He just got hired at a new company and hurt himself first week on the job in a major accident. The investigators are looking to see who was at fault. The man claimed he hurt his back and was not able to walk without a cane.
I pull up to his house at 12:15 and like a gift from the gods, if I believed in them, here he is kissing this very beautiful woman... while helping her unpack I pulled out to the side and grabbed the camera and took a few pictures. My curiosity getting the best of me I grabbed a pamphlet that this Christian must have placed on my wiper blades and got out of the car and started slowly walking to the house.

Honey this is so beautiful, I don't believe you found a house and a company that pays so well. You sure you will not get in any trouble for missing work, you just got there? No, they are paying me to move everything in, I told you we, oh hey. Hi my name is Frank and I want to give you this and welcome you to the neighborhood.Oh thank you the woman says, yes we just moved in, well Charlie has been here working for the last three months while I got the kids ready for the big move. They should be showing up any hour with my sister and her husband. And you live here? No, I was just in the area and I thought I would give you the good news. Oh thanks she says as she takes the pamphlet, but I don't believe in religion. Well he believes in you folks enjoy your new home. He believes in you, tears are still rolling down my eyes. I should have went into acting, it is second nature to me. I guess ole Charlie is fucked. Thank you for making this day easy. Now to drop off the information to the insurance company and get my check and take the girl out. As I walk to my car I find a hundred blowing in the wind. Hey this is my lucky day after all. That night I took Tracey out for her favorite dinner and went for drinks, after we went back to her place. Tracey needed to work early and I am allergic to her cat so I went home and put on the new Star Wars again. This is my third time and I don't know if I like it. South Park is right, it's just filled with member berries.

With what little money I did earn from a good job a few years back and my savings, I bought myself a small house with a very new warehouse built in the back that I converted into a studio. Kwan found it for me at a very good price. I usually rent out the house however the last tenant moved back to her parents claiming that the price of school and bills was a little too much for her. Smart kid, I wished her the best. I will mail her a small gift for her once the house goes through. I have been doing the work on it for three years now, it looks like a man cave puked a library. I love history, it was the greatest thing my father ever taught me. We spent hours in the library , my father looked through books and studies always trying to find something that I was too young to understand, once I got older the more I didn't care. I once looked at his book, the one he wrote all day on. It was of leather binding, large with small delicate print. As if he was writing a novel that only he can read. I was very young and the words were too big to understand. I remember smelling it, the odor smelling of old books in a older book stores. The smell of my father. Thinking of my father, I remember the small package that he gave me. I go to the bag and dig out the small little gift.

Inside the box was a folded library card from the New York Public library Mid-Manhattan branch, with the location of a book using the Dewey decimal, a game we use to play to keep me amused. What is this old man... I really do not have time for games. Well I am doing nothing anyways. Getting dressed I head out to the car and start to drive, as I not even get a block away I notice two cars on my tail. Life isn't like the movies, I seldom get to follow anyone or have high speed chases, let alone having people follow me. Usually it's corporate gigs, I seldom sway from the big bucks. However I do know how to follow a car, and the four, two in each car, are a couple of amateurs. Well let's see how good they can drive. Doing this drive now for the past few years, I learned a thing or two about the turns and exits. If you are not familiar with the roads, you will get lost pretty quick. Not driving like an idiot and fast enough to give these two a surprise, I head towards a series of corners, intersections and tunnels. Within 6 minutes I lost the first one, he did put up a fight, the second car knows his roads, and how to drive. I figure I will take him quickly on the highways and leave him behind by speed. The cars looked like rentals and those things are usually set with a device that stops the car from going full speed. Mine might look like shit on the outside, the engine is top within. Flying down the highway I lose him instantly, taking the smarter way, I keep the peddle just past a full blown police chase and made the long way to the library, making sure I still wasn't followed. I parked just in front, the cars looked very light and the parking was very easy this evening. I remember this place being so busy when I was a kid, right until it closed than the older kids would be playing guitar on the steps and smoking grass. My dad had a key to lock up, so may years I roamed the place while everyone was gone. Living adventures in my mind , writing my own adventures as a conquered strange unknown lands.

As I walk in I notice right away all the new work done to the old place. I knew it was built in the 70's and I am sure it needed a lot of work. Shit. I went in and headed for the spot where the book would be, only to find a new bathroom. Walking over to where the woman was working the help desk, I asked he about the spot in the catalog. She told me that the book was long overdue, and the name was Endless Cycles by Amel Hellick... Strange I don't remember my father ever writing a book. She also says that the person who borrowed the book also contained the same name as the author. Even stranger. I decide to make my way up the floor my old man use to work on. Maybe I will be able to see a familiar face, even though it has been what, twenty years? And right when I get off the elevator I see a face I haven't seen since I was a kid, Ms Davis. As I start walking towards her, her body stops and the books she is carrying drops from her hands. Oh my god, Jorge? Is that really you? Yes Misses Davis it's me, how did you know? You are a splitting image of your father, when I first met him so many years ago. You knew my dad before he worked here? Yes, she says. We were colleges in school, your father was a real history buff, always searching for something he deemed his family lost or one of your family had hidden years ago. I tried to help him with his quest and got him the job here before he lost everything chasing for whatever he was looking for. What brings you here? My dad left me this and a note, oh shit he remembers, the note. It is still sitting in his pocket. Thanks the gods he was so bad at doing his laundry. He reaches in his pocket and shows her the library card. Yes she says as she takes the card. I might just have what you are looking for, here come with me. I see you have a wedding ring on, you finally got married. I remember you as a kid fighting for your rights, How is Susan? She passed away a few years ago, breast cancer got the best of her. She was a fighter right to the end. We got married on July 26, 2011, two days after it was legal. She died a year after that. I am sorry for your loss, I said. What loss Jorge? We lived a great life with so many memories. Even through the bad we still had each other. As we walk into her room, I notice most of her possessions are in boxes. Are you leaving? Yes she laughs, I am finally retiring. Which is amazing because this is my last night, I am really just packing up. You might not have ever gotten this, as I forgot I had it. Sorry, with her sickness and everything, I did not have time to find you and than I grew old and forgetful. No please Misses Davis, I understand, and I thank you for holding it as long as you did. Well your father meant a lot to me when we were in school. He stood by me for every rally against racism and homophobia, he was a true friend. I never knew, I said. My father all of a sudden gave up doing anything after awhile and his past was something we never had a chance to talk about. He never had his head out of a book for more than a minute to ask him anything, I think to myself. She walks over and digs in a box filled with books. Here it is she says as she hands me my fathers old book. The one he spent his entire life writing into. The book I was a little jealous of. That book knew more of my father than both me and my mother could ever imagine. I grab it and say thank you. We talk for a bit as she walks me out her office, we start walking towards the window I notice the same two cars that were following me earlier, pull up beside my car and look at the library, park and get out. They must be looking for me. Thank you Misses Davis for everything, I must run now. I hope retirement does you good, you look like you haven't aged a day since I first saw you. You were always such a sweet boy. May I ask a small favor, for memory sake? Yes dear anything. May I use the back way to get out, I use to love going trough there. Sure, sweetie, you go have fun. She gives him a hug as he makes his way through the back entrance. How did they find me, he wonders.

Getting to the main floor and looking to see that no one was at the doors, I quickly jump in my car and take off home. I quickly hurried up, feeling a little aggravated after tonight's experience I park the car in the houses driveway, and walked around to the warehouse. I have a fence separating the two buildings, so not to disrupt the tenants that might be living there. Once inside I look through my pants for the note that was with the gift

Son

I spent my life so often in books that I forgot to watch you grow, and now I must ask you to help me solve the puzzle my father gave to me. You will find everything you need in the book. I know I am close to finding what was lost so long ago. You must first have to find the book as I could not keep it with me. The more I get closer, the closer "THEY" are to finding me. I cannot say everything so please son, I do love you. I am sorry that I grew so far away from you. I just didn't know if you would have believed me, let alone help me. Now if you are reading this than it is too late for me, and I am sorry to leave you with my burden. I know you have always been cleaver and I know you can find it. Just remember that once you do, things always change. I wish I can tell you more, that is all I really know.

Putting the note down I look at the first page. What is the sphere? The book seems to be a collection of stories from history that involve this sphere. As I go through the pages I come to a very old delicate drawing that was passed down 10 generations ago. The paper was so frail I worried about tearing it as I opened the pages. Looking at the pictures I quickly noticed it was the same sphere from my dream not that long ago. It shows great detail of the object. On the second drawing is the same sphere again with what it looks to be a open USB port. Looking closely at the details it looks exactly like one. These pages can't be as old as it says, however he has held on old paper before. And unless they spent a long time chemically aging it, the note seemed to be very old and on paper I have never seen such beautiful quality before. I stop to notice the silent alarm has been triggered at the house. Going to the cameras I see 6 men armed with handguns rushing the front door. What the fuck?

I can't see what is going on inside, I can imagine their disappointment when they find the house empty. I watch them come back out, one walks over to my car and makes a call on his phone. I switch over to see the others walk the area. Two in the backyard, three looking in the buildings with flashlights. There is nothing downstairs, I was hoping one day to rent it out, if the neighborhood gets any proper zoning. They all walk back to the two cars, four jump in one and drive away, the other two drive right in front of my place and turn off the car. Well looks like I have to be replacing the door. And all this over what, dad what did you get me into?

I knew they weren't getting far, sitting like a couple oddities in a usually quiet place. I look back to the book my father gave me, all this seems just a distraction. I notice in the book is a business card, and some writing with pen, which I never saw once in the book. It said I will never hold it for them... What do you mean dad? There is a card stuck in that page, a name and a corporation I know all too well. They gouge me on insurance. That morning I awoke with the two dummies sleeping in the car. I phoned the impound and as usual they came right away to claim the loot. Blood sucking thieves. At least they are more reliable than the police, which doesn't say much in my neck of the woods. Once the two were asked ever so rudely to move, I went and inspected my car only to find a tracking signal, and a pretty small one to add. Whoever was following me had money, and that equals trouble that will not give up to easily. I get in the car still holding the tracking system, if I am going to throw them off it better be smart and fast. I rode to the gas station and dropped it off on the first close to ideal car. I just stood at the waiting line at a local high priced coffee shop. Once done I left to the last clue in my dads book, a old church that was built in 1884 called The Catholic Mission of the Italian Colony of the City of Brooklyn. My father was never the religious type. He alienated us away from his family, his friends and us his family to look for something that seems right now to be utter pointless. How special can this antique be?

As I pull up to the address I see that the church is nowhere to be found. In its place is a medium sized skyscraper towering the neighborhood. I get out of the car and walk over to the building to see who or what it is. It was a basic lobby with key card entry. I did not see the name of my insurance company on the business list, I did however notice the design on the largest plaque on the wall. The exact same one in my dads book. I look up and notice that I have a camera right on me, I try to return out the building when I notice it is locked. I give it a slam and the door rattles a bit. I step back proceeding to give the door the full weight of my body with some force when the door opens on the other side and a beautiful woman walks out. You do not have to do that Mr Hellick, we only would like to have a minute of your time. Just her voice made me stop. Long hair, casual but relaxed outfit, beautiful face. Excuse me do I know you? No Mr Hellick but I know you. Look I don't know what is going on, can you just open the door. Just give us a few minutes Mr Hellick, it will be not long at all I promise you. My name is Jorge, Mr Hellick was my father. (Such a bad joke) Well Mr Hellick if you have a few minutes to spare, we would love to show you around. We? Oh yes she says, we have been waiting a long time for you. We tried to get your father to come visit, except he just wasn't the most kindest man I have ever came across. And you are? My name is Jessica Wilco, head of research for the Wilco foundation. And why have you been waiting for me? Oh you will see Mr Hellick. Inside the hall is two security guards watching the elevators and cameras of the front lobby. She presses he key card against the pad and returned it to her top right pocket. When the door opens she hits floor 17 and we arrive in a bigger room with only one guard. The guard gets up and they take me to the door at the end of the room and she uses the card again to enter the next area which consists of a large clean room, medical equipment and a chair surrounded by different cameras. All this for me, I say in a sarcastic tone. The guard is off to the side in a aggressive stance. He is not holding the gun at me directly, you do get the hint that I am not able to leave. Have a seat My Hellick, we will be with you in a moment. What if I do not want to sit? That is your choice Mr Hellick, I only ask so we can get everything done as quick as possible and you can go home. And what is it you need me to do? Behind me the elevator doors open and a man in a nice suit walks out into the room followed by four armed and familiar faces, the same guys who were following me the night before. I really did myself good here. Jorge my boy, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you. He looks over at the security guard and tells the man he can go back to his post. When the security walks out the room all four men pull out handguns. This time all eyes were on me, and all barrels.

Years ago my father was breaking ground for this place, his little insurance agency was branching out and he got a great deal on a old lot that once held a church. Within the ground they found a burial tomb filled with a small fortune and a mysterious ball. When we were looking through the room my fathers business partner saw the sphere buried within the wall and asked one of the workers to get it out. The guy using gloves broke the ball out easy enough, now when he handed it to Jack, he instantly dropped dead. Worried, we grabbed the gloves and hid the sphere and called the medics. We didn't know what we had, all we did know is that whatever it was it, it was important. With the treasure that was found my father headed a special investigation into what this was. One of the goons walks over to a cabinet and grabs a wooden box out and walks over and hands it to the man talking. He grabs it and opens the box in front of me. Inside lay the fabled sphere my father spent his lifetime trying to find. And what do you want from me? Simple Jorge all we want you to do is hold it. You just told me that the last person who touched it died, and now you want me to? What are you nuts? Look Mr Hellick we have been following the history of the sphere for a very long time. Not as extensive as your father mind you. We know that earlier generations of your family have been able to hold it, we have a portrait of one of relatives holding it close to his heart in a painting from 1642. As I said we have done our homework. The only thing is we would like to be able to control this, and terminate anything that we might find dangerous. What do you mean terminate? Not you Mr Hellick, we know from records that all you get is a small boost of knowledge. Nothing we cannot handle. Knowing that I do not have much of a choice and very much intrigued in what might happen, I sit and let the woman hook me up to all her devices. If this only gives me a small boost of smarts, what is in it for you, what do you get from this? Truthfully we think there is something more to it. We just can't seem to get it to do anything but kill people. Wait, how many people has this thing killed? Nothing Jorge, do not worry about it. Just relax and if things get out of hand we have my associate here who will remove the sphere from your hands. The big muscle walks over wearing a set of long gloves that run past his elbow. Okay the video is rolling, and now we need you to pick up the sphere. I look at it nervous, the three men lift their guns again at me. Just pick it up Jorge, you have nothing to worry about. Fuck you I think to myself as I reach out to the ball..

As I pick it up the first thing I notice is that I am not dead, or this thing doesn't work. I can see the smile on their faces that I am doing something more exciting than what was truly happening. I am sitting in a room surrounded by strangers pointing guns smiling while I fondle some old ball. I laugh out loud when their smiles faded. Are you okay Jorge? Yea sorry ,I feel nothing. As I grasp the ball a panel emerges and scans my fingerprint. Everything happened so fast I held on for a second trying to understand what was going on. The ball starts to shift and numerical numbers appear, counting down from 10 minutes. As I looked around confused I noticed the stillness of everything. Their smiles sat as pictures on a screen.With the ball in my hand I get up noticing that the people around me are still looking at my last position. Confused and feeling like I was in a room lost in some old black and white Twilight Zone, I run for the door noticing that it was locked. Knowing the only card in the area was in the pocket of that women's breast, I searched the guards until I found theirs. Leaving in this strange moment, I used the key card to open the door. It is a struggle moving the door, it is not locked, it is just heavy. As if something resisted the movement. Knowing that the elevator would be a bad idea, I make my way to the emergency stairs and start running down all seventeen floors. As I reach the main floor grasping for breath, I stumble out the emergency exit and slam the door. The countdown started at ten minutes and I've already wasted five. I run to my car and jump in and I start it it, only to find it will not start. I know it's not the car, it must be whatever this thing did. I get out of the car and I stop to look around. Over head I see a plane was passing, now stuck in that exact spot in the sky. The cab drivers face angry at the guy who must have hit his breaks too quick, the taxi nearly hitting him. A man on a cell phone stuck with his leg lifted . I walk closer to him. He has no strain in his face so he is not even noticing that his leg is lifted. To the right of me a pigeon is stuck in flight, chased off by a pug dog , who looked like he was frozen barking. That is another thing there is no sound. Even my steps don't make noise. I start stamping my feet and look up when I notice a memory locked within. A woman was walking past, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I stop, I had to look at her beauty, I am mesmerized by her looks. Her face looks like the one of kindness, never having a bad thought about anyone. Her eyes the color blue so bright. Within my mind I keep asking myself where have I seen her before. As I am facing her time starts back up and she walks right into me. I quickly try to catch her as she bounces off me, I at least understood why we collided. Hey watch it, she says. Wait. Where did you come from?

I am sorry about that, I just came out this building here, as I point at a wall of a building, I mean the street. I ran across the street and didn't notice. Well please watch where you are going next time. I will, my name is Jorge. My name is Iris. Like Goddess of the rainbow. What?, she said startled. Nothing. No you are right, goddess of the rainbow. My parents are history nuts. Sorry I am running late I have a job interview she says. I noticed I was still holding her hand as we talked, and she didn't stop me. I have to go she says, Nice meeting you Jorge. Be more careful next time crossing the street. And I'll have my hand back. Startled and feeling like a idiot, I say sorry. That's okay as she turned and walked away. Than it hit me that I was running from someone I run back to my car and drive off. Knowing that my place isn't truly safe I phone Kwan and ask him if he has any place that I can lay low for awhile. After telling him five times that it is not about another woman he sets me up with a house he is sitting for a client. One of the many jobs he has.It's safer to tell him nothing, I don't want him getting involved.

It took me a hour to drive there, giving me enough time to not understand one fucking thing that was going on. All I knew is that I was holding my fathers dream in my pocket. A dream I though he had loved more than my mother and me. And it stops time... I haven't stopped shaking since everything started. Yea I wanted the excitement yet when a gun is pointed at your face and a fucking steal ball stops fucking time, one tries everything not to start freaking the fuck out. Ah the place is nice. A few plants, and a soft couch with a large swimming pool and hot tub. I head right to the liquor cabinet. Gin, Vodka and Bourbon, I guess Bourbon it is. Sitting back after getting the hot tub warmed up, I quickly shower pour myself another drink wait a second. What do I see but a case of fine cigars, I don't think the owner will mind me having just one. I am already in his housecoat. It's just so silky.

Walking over I grab the ball that I left at the bar and the bottle and head towards the tub. Feeling the water to be perfect I take the robe off and jump in. Nothing makes me feel calm like a Hot Tub. This one was nice, radio, towel warmer and 8 chairs.Sitting with the ball in the tub I try to study it the best I can. I shake it. Throwing it up in the air and catch it. I even lick it. I don't know, I just wanted to see what it would taste like, don't judge me.My stomach is not doing so well, I haven't eaten all day except for a couple burgers at the gas station on the way up here. Yea it might not have been the greatest idea I've ever had however the hot dogs look like they have been spinning on the rack since Reagan was president. And as wrinkled. I give a light fart when a little a little poop came out. Disgusted I was now relaxing in my own shit, I quickly drop the ball in the water. Grabbing on to the tub and a do not use sign, radio is broken I quickly see the error of my ways as a large electric shock hits me, spilling my bladder everywhere. As I am slowly dying, smelling burnt hair and shit and knowing that this will be how I go. Fried in a tub in my own shit, I feel a light go through me. I say feel as it spreads like fire from my hand all over my body, I thought for a second that there might be a heaven, and I am totally fucked the light went out.

Everything is dark yet I can see the dark. I can sense a my reality yet I have no body. Over in the corner is a light blue file folder. It is glowing off in a room that seemed like it could go on for ever. I try to head towards it, yet I have no body. I can feel my mind is screaming and at peace with itself at the same time. Is this purgatory? I am not catholic. I don't know how long it was, it felt like an eternity to me. I was trapped floating with no body, I yelled, I grovelled to a god I don't believe in. Eventually I made peace within myself and pondered on what I can do. As much of a nightmare this was, it was interesting for having no need to eat or go to the bathroom. I still got tired and dreamed. It was memories of my past, my father sitting behind a library desk with a pile of books while I ran my Hot wheels down the book cases, jumping each shelf as Evel Knievel himself as the crowds roars. My mother on the phone, yelling at me to turn the TV down, turn the radio down, shut up Jorge I'm on the phone. And I also dreamed about the things I missed, Hamburgers, Pizza, sex. How I miss having a penis. And I fine 19 year old bottle of Scotch, not to peaty, just smokey with a golden taste of honey. I dreamed a lot about drinking, I might have had a problem when I was alive. Sitting in purgatory for all of eternity and all I can think about is a drink. After a particular long dream of drinking when I woke up there was something very different. The was a bottle of 18 year Clynelish right in front of me. How did it get there I have no bloody clue. And if this is some sick cruel joke than I must be in hell. For another round of eternity I yell at the bottle and this god character. One sick bastard if you ask me. All I wanted was a hand so I can have a drink. I close my eyes and think about it. I can see it, so I must have eyes. I can tell that the room is white and the file button is blue. I stop and imagine my hand. What am I suppose to do? I imagine the broken knuckle when I punched the tree when I was a kid, and how it is slightly crooked in a creepy, I should have gotten it set kinda way. I imagined my scars when I was once a lost child, and the pain in my heart from emotion and needing blood to calm me, to make it feel more real. My finger nails, how they seem to get dirty washing the dishes. I open my eyes to see a shadow of a hand, the veins without a arm, than the skin appears and the scars dull and faded like those painful memories of childhood that does get better. Hold on, I had to hold on, right now I need to hold on to that bottle. I imagine myself reaching for it when I feel it on my hand. I sensation as I was able to feel something for the first time, locked in this prison for the mind for so many years. I open them to just a hand floating holding the bottle. What I am going to do now genius? I need my body. I start thinking about my body. How I looked like I gained 12 pounds since high school and get ID at every store I go to. The skinny me, with the broken nose from that fight with the military officer. My blue eyes that were the color of the sky. My hair a light brown with hints of grey forming at the side. And the thinning of my hair that worries me so much self consciously.

I opened my eyes and there I was, floating in the prison. I grab the bottle and drink it as fast as I could, it tastes exactly as I remember it. Thinking about how lonely I am sitting here, I close my eyes and imagine a bed. Now I need more. I start picturing a vision of a castle I use to study when I was a kid. The beauty and elegance, and the sheer sign of wealth showing from every corner of the room. I open my eyes and walk around. I picture a large feast in front of me with all my favorite foods. One the side I imagined a table full of all the best drugs I have ever taken. If I am going to spend my life here, I am going to enjoy every minute of it. Shit, if I am dead well than who is it really hurting? This body isn't real. Turning back to the bed I start to imagine A bikini model from the sports illustrated that was in the bathroom where I found the robe. I imagined myself in bed with her kissing her. Since they were not real, why start with only one? imagined my last girlfriend Trish, her breasts were beautiful. Her long legs and her drive to be a corporate giant. I open my eyes to her that I am kissing. I remember every part of her, especially that ass when she left me as I didn't have enough drive to date her. She was going places and she figured I wasn't. Only if you could see me now Trish. I finally moved up to hell. You did tell me to go there last time I phoned. I will not go on, being trapped for eternity makes a man have strange thoughts, and being in a place I can visualize my desires, this round of eternity I fucked till I got bored. Waking from another dream in a harem I designed, I started thinking about the file button. Walking past Scooby and Shaggy getting high and eating from the buffet table, and the keebler elves poring hot chocolate over a male model while a dog licking the spilled liquid from his feet. In the corner is a mixture of anime characters and my favorite actors playing naked volleyball. I glide down to the button. I can hear all the people I created begging me to come back. I stop and almost turn back. Their calls so soothing and hypnotic. Breaking from their spell i float down and I hit the glowing blue button. From there a larger font came up asking me if I am sure I want to open files? I hit yes when everything changed at once. There was a large hum that was beating fast, as I look down at my hand and I move it. Like a tracer when I took acid,When I moved my fingers they appeared to be multiple fingers. I would move my arm and see tracers of another arm in another shirt. A echo of a billion lives bounced within the walls of my mind, Within me was infinite memories of myself. I remember myself getting shot, I am in a car crash, I grow old and marry the vice president. I am more than me I am many, we are legion. I see worlds shifting, views shifting, as I remember each life. Future dates and past memories similar to my own converge as someone turning on a blender and making a smoothie out of my brain. I am losing myself, who is the real me. I hear a billion voices in unison say I am the real me. They fight and clamer as I try to hold on to me. It is hard to fight this. It is like a sea of strong memories and I am drowning.. Everything is too much to handle as it feels that my mind is going to burst. I try to relax their pull as I start to imagine a boat. A large boat. Knowing what I was thinking the sea of me's started also fighting to get on the boat. As I start climbing up I have to kick the hands that are grabbing me. I make it to the top when I notice the boat is already full of me. The run and tackle me sending me back into that abyss of confusion. I can feel myself dying once more. This time with the memories of a billion deaths to accompany me. I will never win this fight, I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here. I imagine New York, the beauty and adventure. The people, the smells and the food vendors. I need to get home, there is no place like home. There is no place like home... The fabric of the place shakes and shifts. I start to scream as a billion of me all scream in unison.

I awake in a plastic bag in a cold small room. My mind is still a struggle, I can feel the other lives fighting to take control. Like a billion TV's going off at the same time. I know I am me but I don't know how long I can last. In my hand is the orb, something different about it, there is a slight blue light radiating from it. My body feels as if I had worked out every muscle to the extreme, I feel weak and limp and I smell like burnt hair.. I also had a itchy ass from shitting myself and not whipping properly. Right away I knew where I was, I was in a fridge, with a tag tied to my toe. I start slamming my firsts and screaming for hours until my throat hurt. I was able to bend my knees and propel myself at the fridge door hoping to break it, only knocking myself out in the process. Chance has it, at that exact moment a janitor was washing the floors. Hearing a large thump from the fridge where they kept the bodies. Slowly he walks over to the wall, while removing his headphones. Zombie movies was his favorite so he opened the door and pulled out the table. The body looked like it was thrown in, all twisted and bent out of shape. He poked the foot quickly and didn't see any movement. She heard a noise from the hallway and quickly slammed the body back and closing the door. Putting his headphones back on he finishes the floor.

I wake up after hearing a click and I start to yell again. Tears rolling down my eyes,the best thing I can do is try to relax. Try to find a center with all these memories. Falling back into sleep I dreamed of a memory I didn't have before. I was murdered while walking down the hallway of my castle, the person stabbing me in the back with a short sword, I watch him dig in my pockets with a cloth and remove the orb from my coat. It was Merlin, the only one I confided with about the orb. He called himself a man of magic, ha it was nothing more than parlor tricks without the help of the orb. We found a way to attach the orb to a staff and wield a bolt of light that set the skin of my enemies on fire. Since I was the only man who could touch it, it was my power to hold. Power always corrupts. I was found a while later, I had to release myself just before they opened the door...

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Critical Separation - A short story

2017-01-19T21:14:00.001-08:00

(This is just a on the fly story that popped in my head and I spent the last 4 hours trying to get out. Most of the stuff is real, all news stories and articles are truth. Just the rest is me playing with words. I have not edited it yet, my writing works on me just spilling it out and cleaning it as I go on.)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!ATTENTION FACEBOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is not clickbait, I have uncovered a massive secret that the Government has been trying to hide from us. We are at a pivotal point in the ever changing planet we call Earth, and I do not want the reader to act in fear, so please be calm.

North America is about to break in two

I am not a scientist, or a reporter so my credentials have nothing to do in these fields, I just need you to hear me out. I have been monitoring the planet for the last 5 years since the rise of technology and access to information on the internet. I first started noticing the pattern in 2010 with the rise of earthquakes in the Oklahoma Area of the Lower South of The US. I will link the video below where you will see what I found.

As the years gained the few Earthquakes a year had become many a month. I will show you a screen capture below I took for the month of January 19 2017.

Right now we are in April and the entire Ring of Fire has been lit. Almost every Volcano is active and the USGS and the media are being silent about it.

This is the screen shot I took on January 18. I started noticing higher activity than normal. I believe after years of research and a email I found, that the Fate of America will be one of a new continent. It be best guess look like this.

Or this

Underneath North America is a series of magma chambers that are moving, creating new fault lines while the pacific plates push against the north american plate.

Please if you are reading this message, make your way into the Northen areas of Canada. Stay away from the West Coast and Alaska.

!!!!!!!!!!PLEASE BE SAFE!!!!!!!!!!

This is not a conspiracy, after digging for years I found a hidden email from NASA to the USGS about fractures being noticed on the Satellites. It talks of about The New Madrid and how the fault is a lot bigger than previously thought to be. All scientists who are making these claims have been silenced and are now missing.

And now I will hit send and the people will know the truth..

A man sits at a computer desk, a cork board filled with Earthquake reports, Volcano activity and seismic data fill the walls. He gets up satisfied that at least his friends and family will believe him. He has never done anything chicken little before, and has always tried to research and present the truth. He gets up bumping his head again. His place is small, a shed glorified as tiny home living. He bumps the ceiling every time and his bed is just small enough that his head and feet touch the walls. He is happy, he is on high ground and feels safe. Even thou he has a suspicion that it won't help.

He keeps a sealed pack and a winter wet suit by the door. He doesn't get many visitors up here, so he doesn't have to explain why such things are there. If he had the money he would invest in those new Earthquake Balls, that protect the person from the majority of the damage. No he has enough gear to get him through a tough season and the seeds to grow something new.

He goes and makes another coffee when his cell phone starts ringing. Yes Mom, he answers, reading the call display. Did you block me on Facebook? What, no mom why would you ask that? I have your name Stared so I get a notice every time you post something and when I went to it a couple minutes later it said post cannot be found. I tired finding you and you are not there. He grabs his phone and goes to his Facebook app. Just a glitch Mom, nothing to worry about. I didn't block you.

I don't know what is going on Mom, let me check my computer. He walks over to his desk and brings up his Facebook.

What the fuck is going on. Mom I will call you back he says as he hangs up the phone. He sits in his chair and tries to bring up his Youtube video he posted just before Facebook.

He goes to his main page...

He rushes to his phone and calls his brother Dylan, as he grabs his backpack from under the bed. Dylan, listen to me quick. I am at the the spot we did the mushrooms 3 years ago. Do not tell anyone you have talked to me, something fucked up is going on and I think the phone is being traced. I will be leaving it behind. Get to me as quick as you can and make sure you are not being followed.

He starts packing in a hurry, loading all his emergency supplies in the back of the farm truck. I will leave a message that I will return it he thinks, but he knows that the people he rents the property from are in Japan to visit Family. And the likely hood of him returning is becoming more unknown. Kai he thinks, I will have to message him, there could be a huge Tsunami if this happens.He loads his motorbike in the back with his Compression bow and a large supply of arrows.He gets in the truck and starts heading down the hill.

As he heads into town he remembers Thomas, the reporter from the Salt Spring Driftwood, the local newspaper. Before he leaves town and maybe the island, he must tell the story to him. He stops and gets a few more supplies and tries to show Thomas the information.

I can't run this, this is all speculation and fear mongering, Thomas says. And when did you become a expert? Look read this email and tell me what you think. This was given to me from someone following my Youtube channel who says he works for the Government and they have known since 2012. They started using the media to cover the evidence. First it was booms coming from the ground at night around the Ontario region of Canada all the way to New York. This post is from 2016, but if you look they have been going on for a lot longer. News agencies have said everything from fireworks to testing explosions, to jets flying by. How can all these Mysterious booms be heard all over the Eastern region and always a excuse with no proof?

He shows Thomas a simple google search.

This is all the Booms I recorded in 2014.

All these spots were either called kids with fireworks, an accident or jets flying by. He looks at the man with a suspended look on his face. Can you not see it? Thomas sits back in the chair and reads over the information again.

And this is from this year alone.

He gets up walks out of the room as Thomas looks at the screen. You can believe it or not, I am not sticking around to see if I am right. I am heading to more higher ground, I would advise you do the same. Look I have always trusted you, but people will laugh at me if I try to print this. Steve are you listening?

He walks out of the office and heads to his truck. He stops by a payphone and calls Dylan again. Brother grab what you can, this is a emergency, grab Chandra and your guns, we need to be ready for anything. He hangs up the phone and jumps back in and drives towards the abandoned cabin his brother and him found while tripping out in the woods.

Dylan shows up with his girlfriend and Mami, this cute Japanese friend of Chandra's. The girls brought food and beers and proceeded to light a camp fire and roast marshmallows. So let me get this straight, a Earthquake is coming that will do all that you say will do, and you think this will happen because they suspended your Facebook and Youtube accounts? Chandra laughs. You do post some crazy stuff, maybe they were tired of your shit also.

Didn't you read it? He looks at Chandra. No I don't follow you, you are always posting those negative stories about the world. It was bringing me down. I can still be friends on social media without me having anything to do with your conspiracies. Look they are not com... Wait do you hear that? No, they say. It sounds like a helicopter, quick put out the fire. They start laughing, man calm down you are losing it. Okay he says as he sits down with a nervous laugh. Maybe I am getting ahead of myself. Mami screams as her marshmallow lights on fire, the girls quickly rush to put it out when a helicopter comes up over the hill and shines a spotlight on their camp. Do not move, comes a voice from a speaker on the helicopter. We have thermal imaging and a team circling you now. The girls panic and the marshmallow hits the ground. Steve looks at Dylan with a expression of fuck. There is no where to run, the place is small and they are trapped like rats in a cage.

Chapter 2 The Awakening

Captain Wilder was use to following orders, use to doing the bidding of his superiors without question. That is why they always had chosen him to do the dirty work. His job was to destroy secrets, to hide the dirty trails his governments leaves in their wake. He was very good at his job, for most of it anyways. Over the last few years he has been doing some work that even he questions. He feels there is something they are not telling him, and the more he eliminates his superiors enemies, the less he knows. He is getting a picture in his mind, he sees the movement of high class people and whole military bases moved to Northern Canada. The excuse was monitoring the environment and Russia's attempts at taking the arctic. Both stories he laughed at inside. This right here is another example of those weird occurrences. It was made top priority to find and capture some guy in a small island in the West Coast of Canada without the Canadian Armed Forces finding out. It was easy, yet still questionable. What does this person have, and why does a Dr Collin Kerpatrick need to see him first before we eliminate him. And what does this guy know to get such attention?

Captain, the pilot says over the headphones. We found four people, two men and two women. We are touching down a half a mile down. You won't need to hurry, we have a drone monitoring them. Half a mile? Sorry Sir, this is the best place we can land, unless you want to jump? No, take me down. I could use the walk. The helicopter lands and Wilder and three grunts make a path towards the area. As they walk he pulls out his cellphone and does a quick google search of the name Steven Ashton and finds nothing. Looks like they already have taken his fingerprint off the net. When he reaches the top he finds all four already in cuffs. The girls we holding strong and one of them was yelling about his rights, ha, what rights.

Listen I don't know what you want, I only posted something on Facebook... I don't care what you did, the captain says. I am Captain Franklin Wilder of the US Military and you are under arrest. All of you.
Wait, they didn't know anything, Steve shouts. This is my fault, I am the one who posted about the Earthquake. What did you say as Franklin gives him a quick stare. The grunt at the side grabs his riffle and slams the butt against the guys head, knocking him out. What the hell did you do that for private? Orders Sir, they are not aloud to speak. His friends try to help him as the men lift them up and lead them down to the helicopter. We better make this quick, I know the Canadian military has lost most its funding, they are still as quick as ever. The prisoners are gagged and loaded. We will take them to Obama's summer camp until the questioning is over. Is there somewhere you want to be dropped off Sir? It would be our pleasure. No, I will make sure the prisoners and dealt with and catch a ride from there, thanks men for another amazing job. Steven slowly wakes up. He feels something in his mouth, and his chest is strapped. He sees the ground start to lift as he whips his head up in fright, only to pass out again from his head wound.

Steve wakes up in a cold cell alone. His head is pounding, he feels crusted blood stuck to the side of his face. They didn't even have the decency to clean him up. His cell was simple, just a toilet. Which the water was somewhat clean. He flushed a couple times before rinsing his wound in the toilet. Feeling even colder he sits back on the cot, trying to reflect what brought him to this moment. It was his curiosity, his boredom and stupid hobbies. Why didn't he watch porn or instagram like everyone else. Why didn't he spend his time posting pictures of kittens and quotes. Look what happened. I am probably sitting in Guantanamo getting ready to be waterboarded all because I took an interest in Earthquakes and fucking Volcanoes. He remembers his brother and the girls. I know the girls can kick ass he thinks, my brother on the other hand can't take this. The poor boy is probably all ready cracked and confessing to killing JFK. Poor bastard. He hears the sound of the cells opening from time locks, and faint set of footsteps in the hall. He knows the sound of military boots on hard ground from years of Navy Cadets. Something he was tossed out for no lack of conviction. Subordinate and did not handle authority. Fuck them he thinks. A young man with tanned skin comes to his cell with a tray of food and some water. Steve tries to ask if he can speak to someone in charge, however the young man pays him no attention. Steve looks at the kids badge and sees the words CAMP DELTA, remembering it to be the name of Guantanamo Bay. Fuck he thinks, I am so fucked.

Captain Wilder sits at a computer desk borrowed from one of the workers in the base. Most of the prisoners are in Prayer, as he can hear their calls to Allah, their voice echoing off empty walls. He does a quick search of Dr Collin Kerpatrick to find he is a seismologist professor and a leader in his field.He goes to hit his Youtube page when the screen gives him a 404 file not found.

He tries to refresh back when the screen says access denied. The phone rings right beside him. Wilder, the helicopter should be arriving any moment. Take Kerpatrick to the prisoner and make sure he gets out right away. We need him out of there and other places as quick as you can. Yes Sir, Franklin says. And Captain, are you looking for something? No sir! Just seeing who this man was that's all. Good, it is none of your business who he is. Don't even talk with him. Do your job as required. Yes sir (Asshole). He hangs up the phone, and decides that he really needs to talk with that guy. I wonder if I can make it to the conference room before he gets there. All four of them should be waiting in separate cells right beside the main room. If I can just get to him quick. As he stands he feels a sharp twist in the ground, as if the world just stopped for a moment. The lights swayed from the shaking that only lasted a moment. The other guy in the office looks at the Captain and proceeds to tell him not to worry. They have been happening almost everyday for the last few months. It's nothing. Nothing Franklin thinks as he leaves the room, he did say something about Earthquakes.

Chapter Three

Step on a Crack Break your Mothers Back

Mami was sitting in the waiting room cell. She was scared as she was reminded of her Grandfathers stories on how they moved to Salt Spring Island buying land for the family, only to have it taken away and them thrown in internment camps during WW1. She was strong, she had lived with four brothers and knew how to handle the lot. Most of the time, they left with black eyes and bleeding noses if they messed with her.
This however felt different. She was locked in a cell for no reason and nobody was telling her anything. Stuck with stories that scared her as a child. She moved to Canada when she was a child, hoping to see if he family could reclaim some of their lost property, only having to move back to Japan five years later after endless red tape after red tape. Her Father could not find steady work to support the family as he dealt with the Canadian courts. They eventually won a small piece of property back and a out of court settlement. She moved back to Salt Spring fours years earlier, only to witness the people who stole her families property name over her Grandparents land. Mouat's Park, same name as the hardware store. She understood that the people around her are not to blame, this was done long ago and to hold any anger would be just hurtful to ones soul. Just as her family suffers from it, she did not want to be the same. Now those thoughts fall back as she sits in this cold room with its cold bars. No sun, just a humming white bright light. All of a sudden she feels the room shake around her. She remembers that feeling living in Japan. This was a big tremor. Dust falls on her as the ceiling starts to crack. This prison was not built for this, she thinks.

Captain Wilder was discussing to the guard how it was a matter of National Security to interrogate the witnesses, and how he has the authorization to do it. Sir I was told no one was aloud to talk with them, unless it was the Doctor. This is from Top Brass Sir. You have no authority. The guard grabs his radio and proceeds to call it in. As he hits the radio another tremor hits, this one bigger than the last. He takes the opportunity to punch the guard, and knock him out. His fists were weapons from years of boxing training. He wanted to escape his town anyway he could, even if it meant smashing a few heads around to do it. He grabbed they keys and locked the guard to the cell. Taking the gun with him. He knew what he was doing was stupid, how could he trust this man and his words. He just didn't trust the people he was working with even less, and he has his family to think about. He might not see them as much being a full time military soldier, that didn't stop him from loving them. He grabbed the keys as he opened the door to Steven's cell. Steve was sitting there with wet hair, wiping the dust out of his eyes from the collapsing ceiling.

What were you talking about when you mentioned Earthquakes? I said I just posted it to social media, I didn't do any crime, why am I here? No what do you know, what did you post? A Earthquake is about to happen that will tear America apart, literally. When is this suppose to happen? I don't know, I don't think anyone knows. All I know is that we are at the highest peak of danger ever recorded on the Ring of Fire. Another earthquake hits, this one much larger. Steve rushes past Franklin out into the waiting room hall. Help get my friends out, this place is breaking apart. Yes, yea hold on. Franklin walks over and opens Dylan's cell. Hurry up Franklin says's, we have to get to higher ground in case a Tsunami hits. Shit Steve says, I didn't think of that. He goes over to the next cell as opens the door, Mami is standing against the back wall looking at the ceiling. Hurry up he says we need to get you out. As she jumps off the cot and out of the room the ceiling collapses with the side of the building. Dylan, Mami, Steve and Franklin run to open the last door, only to find it buried with rubble. Dylan starts to cry as he tries to grab a hand that was sticking out. Franklin grabbed him and rushed him down the hallway. We need to get out before anything more happens, there is nothing we can do now. Hurry up now. Tears rolling down Dylan's eyes he feels nothing as he makes his way out the hallway. He wanted to marry her.

The building shakes as they rush to make it out. Dylan is dragging himself, almost giving up. It took a lot of energy to drag him out, Steve was getting tired. You will not give up brother he yells. This way the Captain yells, Steve follows him down a twisted broken maze. Hell for the inmates that might never find peace, buried in this tomb. They pass a group of people killed by the falling lobby as they make it out of the building. Over on the right, Franklin sees the chopper that was used to bring the Doctor, I wonder if that was him in the lobby. I guess we won't know now. He jumps in and starts the helicopter. We have enough gas to make it back to America, how far do we have to go to escape this? Taking into account Volcanoes erupting and air currents, we need to find stable ground past the rocky mountains. That entire area will fall unto itself. Saskatchewan is high and flat country, maybe up north where there is wildlife. We will never make it to Saskatchewan, where ever the fuck that is with what we have left in fuel. We can get to Florida but that's it. Dylan looks out the window when he notices a large wave coming towards them. Guys he screams, as Mami jumps in and buckles up. He points to the wall of water coming towards them. Hurry the fuck up! Franklin gets it started, hurry up everybody was yelling. This isn't a fucking Cadillac, shut up. It takes a moment to warm up. Mami lifts he feet to the dash of the Helicopter waiting to embrace the impact when the helicopter starts to lift off. Holy shit we are going to make it, Steven yells. AS Franklin lifts the helicopter, a line snags the carriage of the landing brace. The helicopter rocks back, as it starts to get dragged by the waters current. Reverse it, reverse it, Dylan screams as he sees the problem through the window. Franklin flies it in reverse and breaks away from the broken power lines and freeing them from the wave that was sweeping straight across Cuba. How far in America Steve says as he looks to the Captain? Florida. With a squeak in Steve's voice he repeats Florida? Yes. Oh shit, we need to find a better way to get out. No shit Sherlock.

And The Winner Is...

2016-11-09T01:26:00.002-08:00

Donald Trump. Yes that is right, the Don is sitting in the big chair. If this is anything like the election it will be a circus, and I think Donald himself is shitting his pants right now. Thinking that they had the election in the bag with Hillary. I mean who else could lose against Clinton but Trump. No one in their right mind would vote Trump? Well that is the thing, even Trump looks like a saint to middle class Christian America than Hillary and all her crimes, and yes she has so so many. The emails were only a distraction from everyone else looking at her real past. You have to remember that those who really control America own both parties. This war Machine has been running longer than anyone of us can remember and it does not stop by the presidents hand alone.

And if Trump will win (and please this is only my opinion) we will see mass hysteria, more riots and a police presence greater than we have ever seen before. We will have social unrest and chaos. There will be more safe spaces built than walls in the next few years and we will see a new change coming into play. See they own both tosses of the coin and we keep playing the same game over and over again. If they cannot keep milking the system, they will seek change. That is why there is so much separation and division among America, you are at each others throats. This will only take that spark and turn it into a fire. Now the question I wonder is what way it will go.

Think of the president as the emblem on a nice new car. They stand out, they are the brand which the company is trying to sell you but they have no real function other than to look pretty. Now the body is America itself, and it is portrayed as slick and shiny, smooth and well designed. Something everyone wants, and the ads are forced on you constantly... Now the emblem and the car and minimal function, it is the machine underneath that runs everything, and they don't mess around. I saw two outcomes to this election. One Hillary would win and I even declared it on facebook before the final results, and admitting my shock afterwards mind you... I make many mistakes and am happy to admit them. Now with her win Wall Street and Corporate America would run as smooth as ever. Nothing would change, more debt, more poverty.

Trump is now the President and we can only wait and see how over reacted everyone becomes. Will you play their Narrative and burn your neighborhoods down or will you understand that this system is too corrupt to change it with hood ornaments? Because that is what they want, they couldn't have the gravy train so they are taking one of chaos and destruction. While they sit in their ivory towers from up high. The choice is up to you, keep playing this stupid game or start looking out for everyone. Trying to bring real change by just trying to understand that we all have different opinions, that doesn't mean we have to be assholes to one another. We will need to calm our asses down before we start hurting people who have no interest in ideologies or beliefs. they are only seeking safety and security for their family in this corrupted world.

Highways, Music and falling off Track

2016-11-02T15:22:00.003-07:00

I call this blog a series of lost highways for I spent most my life walking down highways. I left home young, full of chaos and self destruction with a heart of gold and started traveling. I would move to town after town and one of my rules was, that if I could walk down the street and people would recognize me and say hi it was time to move. It wasn't a fear of intimacy or an introvert, I was just highly suicidal and I didn't want to leave a trail of broken hearts when I left. I understand now how selfish that was, how I left many friends in a blink of a eye without even a simple goodbye. How I distanced myself from my family to the point of not hearing from half of them and not even knowing how to open words to renew that time lost. On these highways I carried very little, no tent, no pillow, just a few days changes of clothes and a little small personal collection of gifts given to me by good friends. I would consider myself a wild human, even now as the grey sets into my beard and hair, I still have the voice within me telling me to go travel again. My feet on the other hand are saying not a chance in hell. I spent most my life alone walking and fasting, first on some religious quest to understand the nature of god. This being that fascinated me when I was a child sneaking into churches and hiding in the back until I was guided to Sunday school. I didn't want to hear about Noah I wanted the wrath and smite stuff, I wanted to know why this loving god does this, why he creates only to destroy. It was 1 of many questions I asked when I was attending Catholic School from Kindergarten to Grade 1. Let's just say that I really didn't like the answer they gave and they banned me from going to any other catholic schools ever... Now public school had to deal with me however that is another tale.

Now I have to get back on subject even thou the whole premise of this write has long been altered.What I found in my quest was a lot more disheartening than I expected, again that is not why I am here writing today so I will say simply that I fell in love with the created and the creator looks really high from down here. That was a long time ago and my feelings of god, the universe and all the gooey stuff in between are a lot more open minded. And running from my sins are just faded memories that I can fondly chuckle at. Also my anti materialistic self has collected way too many instruments. Yes, finally I get on track with this blog today... It was on the road that I wished I carried a instrument. I wanted to carry a guitar except my life was to say the least a little rough, I slept in forests, trees, caves, under bridges. Anything to get away from people at night. So a guitar would be broken in a week. I also didn't want to be stereotyped as a homeless guitar player, playing for change. Nothing wrong if that is your life choice, and I thank every guitar player I have ever met on the road who played me songs. It just wasn't a path i wanted to take. On the road I had to improvise and to keep myself amused, using my voice and the gravel under my feet to create music as I walk and walk and walk. I also used it to chase away wolves and any other animal I heard scurrying in the dark on those nights when shelter was not a option, and only walking and singing loud with a bright light seemed like the only logical way out. I had my share of wild animals, in fact I escaped in some cases by the skin of my teeth. One story is here -> Wild Encounters

Now I have that opportunity to play music again, while trying to write stories, work a slave labor job and build a suit into a barn, which is almost finished after 2 years... Music has always been my saving grace. It kept me alive on those darkest days and has inspired me to keep waiting for the next song in life. The next new story trying to scratch its way out of my mind and not in the 'I'll write you down later" cache of discarded memories that keep trying to resurface. And I want to thank you all for coming and reading my stuff. I finally have new keyboard on a small notebook laptop that was put away because of the crack screen, so I will be able to write again. And soon I will be able to expand my music programs and bring some real instruments instead of loops. Except with loops I can create without learning how to play or buy all those beautiful instruments. And not like I can afford to rent a symphony or chorus...

Thank you all again for all the great support of my stories, and my music. This is my newest one if you would like to check it out here https://soundcloud.com/regan-welder/black-ice

I will have the final part of A Cloudy Sky in the next few weeks. trying to juggle all this weight sometimes makes me fall on other things. Work, work, girlfriend and art. I ask myself daily is it better to be a starving artist or a underpaid artist who bitches that he has never any time to do his art?

2016-10-17T19:13:00.001-07:00

I will have more stories coming... my computer has died.

A cloudy Sky Part 2 - Rebirth and Lessons Learned...

2016-08-25T21:36:00.000-07:00

Rebirth and Lessons Learned

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Of coarse with many of my stories, this is only just for fun. No editing, just me sharing one of the many stories that play within my mind.

I may not be the best writer right now, however with practice I might be able to get a little better. And that is all I hope for, being able to share my stories as far as I can. And I would like to say it is great to see the people from all over the world who keep coming back and reading my stuff. I thank you. And today on Thursday August the 25 in the current year (2016) I present Rebirth and Lessons Learned.

Part 2: The Road to Nowhere

The night was blacker than the bottom of a whiskey bottle, and the wind howled through the Wyoming hills like a banshee with a grudge. I floored the truck down the 789, the stock exhaust humming low enough to keep me from painting a target on my back. Night vision goggles strapped to my face turned the world into a grainy green haze—Stu’s dad, Jefferson, wasn’t kidding when he said they’d come in handy. I owed him one, though I’d never admit it to his smug ass. The USP .45s sat snug on my hips, the .44 Magnum tucked in the passenger seat like a loyal dog, and the AA-12 and RPG rattled in the back with the ammo crates. If those alien bastards wanted a fight, I’d give them one hell of a welcome party.

I stuck to the back roads, weaving through Moffat County like a rat in a maze. Population centers were death traps now—cities torched by our own nukes or turned into hunting grounds by whatever was piloting those ships. I’d seen the footage before the internet died: sleek, insect-like crafts hovering over LA, Chicago, Beijing, you name it. Blue fire raining down, people vanishing into dust or waking up as puppets with blank stares. Canada was a smoking crater, and I wasn’t about to test my luck anywhere near a border. New Mexico was the goal—rumors on the shortwave said some militia types were holed up in the desert, fighting back. If anyone was crazy enough to still be swinging, it’d be those gun nuts.

The goggles picked up movement ahead—a deer, maybe, or some poor bastard stumbling through the dark. I slowed the truck, hand drifting to the Magnum. Looters were everywhere now, and I wasn’t in the mood to share my water or my bullets. The shape staggered into view: a man, mid-40s, clothes torn to shit, blood streaking down his face. He waved his arms like a lunatic, mouthing something I couldn’t hear over the engine. I killed the motor and cracked the window, keeping the gun trained on him.

“Help… please…” His voice was raw, like he’d been screaming for days. “They’re coming… the lights…”

“Slow down, pal,” I snapped. “Who’s coming? What lights?”

He pointed south, trembling. “White… blinding… took my wife, my kids… just gone.” His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide. “I ran… they didn’t see me… but they’re close.”

South. Fucking great. That’s where I’d seen that glow from the barn—bright enough to sear your retinas. I cursed under my breath. “Get in the back. Keep your head down and your mouth shut.”

He didn’t argue, scrambling into the truck bed like a scared animal. I hit the gas, veering west toward the mountains instead. New Mexico could wait—whatever was south wasn’t worth tangling with solo. The guy’s story nagged at me, though. Lights. Disappearances. It fit the pattern: Paris, Germany, Dallas, all leading up to this global shitshow. They were picking us off, piece by piece, and I’d bet my last cigar they weren’t here for our charming personalities.

The road twisted into the Rockies, trees looming like silent sentinels. My passenger stayed quiet, curled up under a tarp like a kid hiding from the boogeyman. I kept an eye on the sky—no clouds, no blue fire, just stars that felt too damn still. The static noise from earlier was gone, replaced by an eerie silence that made my skin crawl. I’d ditched the earplugs once the sound stopped, but my ears still rang faintly, a reminder of how close I’d come to losing my mind.

An hour later, the truck’s headlights caught something odd—a glint of metal off the road. I pulled over, grabbed the AA-12, and stepped out, motioning for the guy to stay put. The air was thick again, greasy like before, and that hollow wind was back. Ahead, half-buried in the dirt, was a chunk of wreckage. Not human—too smooth, too alien. It looked like a piece of one of their ships, all curves and edges that didn’t make sense. I nudged it with my boot, and it hummed faintly, a vibration that shot up my leg.

“Shit,” I muttered, stepping back. That’s when I heard it—a low whine, growing louder, coming from above. I dove for cover behind a rock as a shadow passed overhead. No lights, no fire, just a silhouette against the stars, sleek and predatory. It didn’t stop, didn’t slow, just kept moving north. Hunting, maybe. Or scouting. Either way, I wasn’t sticking around to find out.

Back in the truck, the guy was wide-eyed, whispering, “That’s them… that’s what took ‘em…”

“Shut up,” I growled, starting the engine. “We’re not dead yet.”

I drove deeper into the mountains, sticking to trails barely wide enough for the truck. The plan was simple: find a cave, hunker down, figure out what the hell I was dealing with. The guy—his name was Tom, I learned later—wasn’t much help, just a shell of a man babbling about his family. I didn’t have the heart to tell him they were probably gone—or worse, walking around with someone else’s soul in their skins.

By dawn, I found a spot—a narrow crevice in the rock face, hidden by pines. I parked the truck under some branches and hauled my gear inside, Tom trailing behind like a lost puppy. The cave was damp, cold, and smelled like bat shit, but it beat being a sitting duck. I set up a perimeter with some tripwires and cans—low-tech, but it’d do—and cracked open a can of preserved peaches from the cooler. Tom just stared at the floor, rocking slightly.

“Eat,” I said, tossing him a can. “You’re no good to me dead.”

He nodded weakly, fumbling with the lid. “What’s your name?”

“Jordan,” I said, chewing slowly. “You?”

“Tom… Tom Wheeler. From Rawlins. Was a mechanic… before all this.”

“Rawlins is gone,” I said flatly. “Saw the smoke on the way out. You’re lucky you made it this far.”

He didn’t respond, just stared at the peaches like they’d bite back. I let him stew in his misery—grief was a luxury I couldn’t afford. My family was gone, too, smashed into a car wreck I’d never understand, and now the world was following them into the grave. No point crying over it. Survival was all that mattered.

That’s when the ground shook. A low rumble, like thunder trapped underground. I grabbed the AA-12 and peeked out the cave entrance. The sky was still clear, but the trees were swaying, and that greasy air was back, thicker than ever. Then I saw it—a blue streak, fast and low, cutting across the horizon. Not a ship, not lightning. Something else. It hit the valley below with a deafening crack, and a plume of dust shot up, glowing faintly.

Tom whimpered behind me. “They’re here…”

“No shit,” I muttered, loading a round into the RPG. “Stay put. I’m checking it out.”

I crept down the slope, keeping low, the weight of the launcher steady on my shoulder. Whatever had landed wasn’t moving, but that glow was unnerving—like a beacon calling me in. When I got close, I saw it: a pod, maybe ten feet long, embedded in the dirt. The surface was smooth, pulsing faintly with blue light. No doors, no seams, just a perfect, alien egg.

I circled it, heart pounding. Part of me wanted to blow it to hell right then and there, but curiosity—my old conspiracy-loving curse—held me back. That’s when it split open, silent as death, and something stepped out. Not a little green man, not a monster from a movie. It was human-shaped, tall, with skin like liquid metal, eyes glowing white. It turned toward me, and I froze.

“You,” it said, voice echoing in my skull without moving its mouth. “You see us.”

I didn’t think. I just pulled the trigger. The RPG roared, and the pod exploded in a fireball, the thing vanishing in the blast. I didn’t wait to see if it was dead—ran back to the cave, lungs burning, adrenaline screaming through me.

Tom was gone when I got there. No blood, no struggle, just an empty can of peaches rolling on the floor. The tripwires were intact, but the air felt wrong—too still, too heavy. I grabbed my gear, bolted for the truck, and peeled out, heart hammering in my chest.

They knew me now. They’d seen me. And I had a feeling this wasn’t the last time I’d cross paths with whatever the hell that was. The road ahead was long, and I was alone again, but one thing was clear: I wasn’t hiding anymore. If these bastards wanted a war, I’d give them one.

The Story of Mami and The Forest Prince

2016-08-14T17:34:00.000-07:00

I am sharing a story that I am writing for my girlfriend who lives in Japan. We are unable to see each other until the following year and she is feeling a little lonely, so she asked me to write her a story.

We both are still trying to learn the languages, me having a harder time studying than her. And well she is also just an amazing human being. So I will try to use words she is studying to learn English. Now I don't know much about the anime world, other than the waifu pillows and tentacle porn that someone told me one time. I did see The movie Akira, and I did enjoy it, however curiosity did not get me to look in further into anime until the day I met her. She showed me some of her favorite movies, mostly done by Hayao Miyazaki and the Studio Ghibli.

I have only seen a few of his collection and I love the strong female role models and the strength he builds in his characters. So I am going to write something with his few works I have seen in mind. I hope she and you enjoy. I am starting this first post on 8/13/2016 I will be using this same post for the entire story. I am also writing on my phone so be patient with some of the spelling mistakes usually I might have a he instead of the, this is kinda a raw story and cell phones suck sometimes.

Good morning Mami

I was thinking about my story and it will start first with a bottle.

A green bottle floats in between the waves as it makes its way through the ocean current. The bottle, holds a single note inside. The cork has been on it for a very long time. As ocean barnacles cover the top and side. A seagull seeing the sparkle of the bottle goes to see what is it is. He picks at it with his beak, unable to get whatever lay inside.

As the waves gently push it, the bottle lands on shore. A wave pushes it gently into a hermit crab home, the hermit crabs stare at it in wonder as this glass bottle lays in their little area.

A shadow comes of the hermit crab as a human gets close. A beautiful woman was collecting hermit crab shells when she saw something sparkling on shore.

She reaches and grabs the bottle, shaking the note inside. She wonders what is could be, as she asks the black hermit crab looking at her.

Is it a message from you Mr Hermit Crab? Is it a treasure map she wondered? She sat down and twisting the top off...

8/14/16

Part two 􀸂􀆖green heart􏿿 Never ending regards

She sat down on a rock beside the hermit crabs and pulled open the cork. It took a moment and a little struggle, however she was able to pop it open. 􂀁􀆴pop􏿿

All of a sudden she could smell deep forest, the kind she remembers behind her grandfathers workshop. The smell of moss and deep grass and a sweetness like cotton candy. The smell made her feel a little dizzy. She starts to fall when she reaches her hand out to stop falling from the rock beside her. That was weird she thought.

She shakes the bottle and the note falls out on sand near the hermit crabs. All of a sudden the hermit crabs all lift their claws at the note, and back away from it. The young lady didn't notice, she was too busy looking how the letter shined so bright. How it looked so unnatural on the beach.

She reaches down and picks up the note, rolling it out in front of her. in big bold red letters she begins to read the note.

TO WHOEVER FINDS THIS

I have been lost on a island for many years now and I need someone true of heart to rescue me. I am trapped by a magic curse that will not let me leave. I need you, you who found my message to come save me. I am starting to believe I will be trapped here forever.

You are my only hope

To find me you must go to Hashima island.

Hashima island? There is nothing there but abandoned buildings. This must be a joke. As she turns over the note she noticed that she has gotten blood on the note. In the fall she must have cut herself on the rock. As she goes to wipe the the blood on the paper, the paper started to change the color of the note from a ivory white to a red.

In ghostly letters that started to form on the paper it wrote.

Mami you must grab your fathers boat. Leave now. Come find me. Seeing her name on the note she got scared and dropped it.

No way am I going near that place, she says and she starts to walk away. I am not going out to sea to help anyone. She went over to where he towel and bucket full of hermit shells and loads them in her white ordinary car and drives back home. This was a little too much sun for one day.

Maybe she just dreamed the whole thing. She checks her hear to see if maybe she did fall down and bump it on the rock. No her head is okay. Strange she thought.

Stopping to get groceries and some gas, Mami makes it to her apartment. As she is grabbing her things she notices a green bottle floating in the pond in front of her apartment. The pond was not that big and usually was home to ducks but today no ducks could be seen. Just the floating green bottle with what looked like a message to be read.

No she thinks, I am seeing things. She locks her car and goes inside. Not turning around to see if the bottle was really there. Nope there is no bottle she thinks.

8/15/16

Part 3 Losing ones own mind

That night Mami dreams of living in a dark forest, the cool breeze and the gentle smells gently rocks her to sleep on a high tree branch. The vines crawled making bridges and pathways through the trees. Flowers sprang from the vines as they spread in the branches around her. She never felt more safe and comfortable in her life.

A yell is heard, and the sound of saws cutting down trees fill the air above Mami. The smell of fire wakes her from her comfort. She feels the fear of the forest. As she looks towards the sound, she notices that she is not alone. A man is sitting beside her with long hair and blue shinning eyes. He puts his finger against his lips and says shhhh. Stay here I will check it out. That face she thinks, who is he?

The fire starts spreading as she starts calling out for him to come back, whoever you are please come back!

She awakes from her dream back in her own bed. She remembers the smell of the forest and also the fear. And those eyes, such beautiful eyes. After getting up she had a shower and made some fruit and yogurt, and got really for work. As she locks her door and looks over to the pond to see if the bottle she saw yesterday was just a bad vision. She looks over to see 2 green bottles floating there. No she thinks, I am not going to that island.

She arrives at work, ready to help out at the medical clinic. The other girls were in the kitchen discussing their weekend, when Mami goes to join them. She pours herself a tea and turns around and gasps while loosing her grasp of her cup. Spilling her tea all over the floor. The girls look at her and ask if she is okay. You face has gone white dear, are you feeling good?

Mami points to the water cooler in the corner and says do you see it?

See what, the girls ask?

The green bottle floating in the water, in the water cooler!

Honey please sit, you are not feeling well, there is no green bottle in there.

Mami looks up to the girls face and passes out.

She is in that forest again however this time it is a pair of human arms that is holding her, his blue eyes look into hers and says "I love You".

She wakes up in the office chair. The doctor is there and he hands her a prescription for her nerves and tells her to go home for the day. And if you are not feeling any better please come in and let me take a few tests. She thanks her boss and gets in her car and drives home. She gets out of her car and looks over at the pond and sees 3 green bottles floating.

She turns around and gets back in her car and drives to her parents place.

Am I going crazy? And is it him on the island? And who is he...

8/16/16

As she arrived at her parents place she sat down and tried to get everything off her mind. She fired up the kiln an started making some pottery to ease her mind. As she was creating she noticed that she was making a forest picture on the plate she was making. A little worried that she didn't even notice that she was doing it, she put the plate down to run a bath. Maybe a hot bath will calm me she thinks. As she starts taking off her clothes she notices something floating in the tub.

No she thought, this can't be real. She closes her eyes expecting her hand to find nothing in the water when she feels the cold glass at her fingertips.

I can't do this she thinks to herself as she rushes to find the prescription her boss gave her. She downed a couple pills with a unhealthy dose of Saki and decided to take a shower instead. She got her mother to drain the bath, saying she is just feeling that well. After her shower she feels a little better.

The next morning she goes back to work, arriving from her parents place early she decides to take a small walk before work. If I see the bottles today I will just ignore it. They are not really there.

And for 2 weeks straight she did just that, she ignored the bottles and kept taking the pills. The visions were not going away but the dreams did not come and neither did he.

The water cooler at work is so full of bottles she wont even look at it anymore and the pond in front of her house looks like a sea of glass bottles.

Until the night the dreams came back and were stronger than ever. She dreamed of him even more, calling his name as a mystery. Who are you? Do I know you? Do I love you?

That night he looked in pain and sorrow. Why will you not visit me he says, I need you to save me?

Because you are not real she says and lays back in his arms. I am not real?

Yes she says, you are not real.

He lifts his finger to her head and places t right in the middle. I will show you how real I am.

She wakes up in her parents back yard, unable to remember how she got there. She is on the pier to her fathers boat and the boat is already in the water waiting. She was sure last time she looked at the boat 2 weeks ago, it was in the boat house. In the boat was a few things of water and food.

She says I am not going on that boat, when a voice says you have no choice, look behind you.

As she turns around the entire field behind her is on fire, and she was trapped.

Why are you doing this to me she yells?

Because I need you he says...

8/18/16

As the heat and flames came even closer, she backs up towards the boat. She looks at the boat and the food in it and remember putting none of it in the boat. This can't be real she thinks. She call to the fire, you will not trick me to go. She looks back as the flames light up the dock. I will not move she thinks, you will not scare me. If you really need me you would not need these illusions!

She closes her eyes and awaits the flames. This is not real, this is not real.

She opens her eyes again to find herself in bed. The clock says 12:02 am and she is laying with work beside her. She fell asleep doing some work for her boss. She gets up to run water on her face. As she looks in the mirror she sees his face. He looks sad and broken.

Who are you she says to the reflection? Why do you want me?

He holds a green bottle and points to the message inside.

Can you not speak? He shakes his head no.

If I read this message will you stop sending me anymore?

Yes he shakes his head as a smile broadens his face.

She goes to put on her house coat and goes outside to the pond out front. The water was not so much water but a pit of green glass. She notices two ducks sitting on the grass staring at the water. She wonders if they can see it to.

She reaches out and grabs one of the bottles. As she lifts it up all the other bottles start evaporating in green smoke. It took less than 30 seconds before all the bottles were gone. The ducks moved back at first, and after they saw the pond empty again, they got in and started swimming and honking..

She goes back into her apartment and sits on the chair.

This better not be another trick she thinks as she opens the bottle.

10/26/16

She felt her body lay back in the chair, comfortable and warm. He is beside her in the living room. She thinks he is so tall and slender, dark skin, blue eyes. Such caring eyes.

He reaches out his hand and offers it to her, she reaches out and gets up. She looks and stops, as she turns around she sees that she is still sleeping in the chair.

Your body will be just fine, he says to her. She does not believe that he is talking to her, somehow his words were forming in her mind. Can he read my mind she thinks? Oh no..

Where are we going she thinks?

He looks at her puzzled.

Where are we going she says out loud.

Oh to the island of coarse, hold my hand I don't want to to lose you. It will only take a few minutes.

He looks up and lifts up in the air, she holds his hand tighter and closes her eyes just for a few seconds. She opens them to her city flying by at a very comfortable speed. She did not feel sick, how could she she didn't have a body. I guess I don't have to worry about my car sickness and laughs a little. They lift off high into the night, him soaring through the clouds with such a serious look on his face, her trying not to stare at him.

This is wonderful she says. It will be over soon, and the quicker the better.

You don't like my city?

No I hate all cities, he says.

The concrete is shutting off all life. Nothing nurturing grows, just weed of poverty, corruption and greed. I enjoy the plants and animals that lived here before Man decided to take claim to this land. We are almost at my home hold on the landing is a little to get used to.

As they flew down Mami closes her eyes, just in case that dizzy feeling returns. I wouldn't want to get sick and my body is at home making a mess everywhere she thinks.

They arrive at the shores of a beautiful small island. The trees were higher than she has ever seen in real life or books. They looked older than time itself. Such strength in the wood. She wants to feel it, take from its dead branches and give life to such amazing art pieces. She sees so much in the wood.

This is my home, or was my home before Man came along. My people were great in power, we once roamed earth when it was one land. We called ourselves Light seers 光先見者. We might have had power, our pride and ego made us split apart. One of my people accidentally made humanity, we thought them small and pointless. Scurrying in the forests. It was our pride that let man get so big, thinking them small made us ignore what they were doing. Until man found a way to trap us.

8/21/2016

I was living on this island without a care in the world, alone with my animal friends when man came. We did not imagine that man held its own power, we assumed that only we had that magic. They called themselves warlocks and they learned to imprison all of us. They spent their lives seeking us out. We did not even see them coming after us.One night they came with fire and started the forest at all four ends. North, East, South and West. I was surrounded by fire. I found safety in a cave from the fire, only for this magician to trap me in this hole.

He takes Mami's hand and guides her to a beautiful stream. Please come and sit, drink from the water. Your body might not be here, however your soul always seeks thirst.

What can I do to save you, I am not strong or brave? Mami it takes strength just to be here now, your strength is what attracted my bottle on the beach. It was searching for the perfect woman to save me. We are destined to be together.

I don't believe in destiny she says. What am I suppose to do to help you?

You must crawl down this cave and free me from my prison.

What! That is so kowai, so scary. Can you not find someone else?

I have been searching for the right person to save me for the last 6000 years. Since my species were trapped around the world.

Just borrow your fathers boat, it won't be dangerous.

Are you sure?

Yes he says as he holds her hand again.

He reaches out for a kiss when she turns her head.

I don't know you, what are you doing?

I'm sorry he says and he looks straight ahead.

She wanted to kiss him...

Will you do it, will you come save me?

And you promise I wont get hurt Mami asks.

I promise you will not get hurt he says.

Okay I will come to this island and save you. I just need to take some time off of work.

He grabs her hand and with a tear in his eye he lifts them both up in the air. Soaring over the waters and back to the shores and city where she wakes up in back in her chair, holding a very old green bottle.

8/23/16

That morning she went to work, as she was leaving her apartment she noticed a television crew talking with the owner of her apartment by the pond. I wonder what's going on she thinks. She gets in her car and drives to work. When she gets there she notices the water cooler is not in the staff kitchen. Feeling a little weird she knocks on her bosses office door to speak with him.

Oh Mami yes please come in I need to ask you a few questions. Sure she says, I also need to ask you something.

You go first he says as he sits at his desk. I need to take some time off, I have a friend who needs some help and I would like to be there for them. Sure he says, how long will you be away?

She stops and thinks, how long. I guess only 5 days, if I can have five days off?

Sure he says, that is okay, we will get Akko to cover while you are gone.

Now I have a serious question for you and I would like you to please sit down.

Okay she says and she grabs the chair and takes a seat.

A couple weeks ago you became ill very quickly when you saw something in the water cooler, is that right?

Nervous Mami says no, I did not see anything in the water cooler, I just got dizzy.

Yes that is what I remember also until I opened the office this morning and found the water cooler filled with green bottles.

What?

Yes, I just didn't understand how they got there until I checked the camera.

You have a camera in the kitchen?

Yes someone was eating my tapioca pudding and I had to find out who was taking it. She was fired long ago but I kept the camera just in case.

He turns the computer monitor towards her. See this is when you got sick and if you look close you will see a bottle floating.

He forwards the video fast and each day another bottle appears. How can this be he says, I was here all week and we did not notice any bottles in there.

Mami getting all worried gets up, I'm sorry sir I don't know what you see or what is happening. I have to go, I will see you back at work in six days.

Suspiciously he looks at her, and says we will see you in 6 days.

As she was leaving her boss picks up the phone and punches in a number.

Hello police?

8/25/16

Mami arrived back at her apartment to gather a few things and make sure her hermit crabs will be safe when she is gone. They are her little friends and she wants them to be okay. When she gets to her door there is a letter from the owner of the building. She takes it off her door and starts to read it.

Dear tenant.

We had a situation at the pond and a officer would like to speak to you. His number is 254-345-23443 and his name is Officer Kaito with a special unit of the Tokyo Police. I will be calling him the moment you come in the building, as I will be watching in my cameras. Please call him right away.

Mami felt a little scared, what do the police want with me?

She quickly went in her apartment and grabbed what she needed in a hurry. I will get my Mother to come make sure my hermit crabs are fine. She grabs some clothes and her camera. She wants to make sure she wasn't going crazy and the things she sees are real.

As she gets in her car to drive away she notices the landlord coming out of the building. I better hurry she thinks, I don't want him to notice that I saw him. She drives off very fast and heads down to the grocery store to grab some supplies. She needs to buy some food and a good flashlight.

She doesn't know what she really needs, so she grabs whatever she can. Now if I can buy lessons on how to drive a boat?

It has been many years since her father let her sail his hobby boat.

I am not afraid she thinks as she put her bags of survival gear in the trunk of her car. She takes the highway to her parents cottage. It is a long drive but she finally makes it there. She keeps checking his rear view mirror in case the police or her landlord is following her. She arrives in the later evening. She goes to the boat house to get the boat ready. The shed is locked, she reaches for a key under a rock and opens the door.

The boat hasn't been used in awhile as large spider webs fill the mast and deck. I better clean this up she thinks, and leave first thing in the morning.

She tidies up the boat and makes a bed for herself in the sleeping quarters.

That night she had a dream scarier than she ever had before. She dreamed that there was not one presence but two. A man and a demon, both stuck fighting each other, locked in battle. The man who she knows from her dreams is whispering something to her. He is trying to speak loud but his body is so weak. She can understand what he is saying.

Anger? Stranger? Danger?

Is it Danger?

The demon opens his eyes and they are the color of fire, it looks at her as it opens its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Run he screams, Run..

She wakes up sweating, and confused.

Feeling a little kowai, she looks in the small bathroom mirror.

Am I doing the right thing?

8/31/16

That morning Mami struggled to get the boat out on the dock. She didn't imagine it would be so hard, her father might get mad over the scratches she put on the side. I need to take care of this boat she thinks, my father loves this boat more than anything.

The boat is a pleasure cruiser, around 32 feet. Shinny white and named Haruaki. Named after Tokugawa Haruaki, a Samurai warrior in the mid Edo period. It had sails but it was mostly used as a motor boat. Her father taught her how to drive it many years ago. He use to fish as she trolled the engine. She slowly backs up and turns the ship around. She looks at the map and sees that her destination is 3 miles out. She has a full tank of gas and emergency spares. She is ready for anything.

The waters were rough and the fog was thick. She had to use the large spotlight on the front of the boat. She started worrying that she would get lost. The ship had radar and GPS, and she planned the trip in advance on the on board computer. The fog was so think and menacing. As she made her way it seems that all life around her stopped moving. She heard no birds or noticed any fish in the water. All she can hear is the waves splashing against the boat and the hum of the engines.

For the first few hours of the morning everything was Okay. She knew where she was going and the computer was working fine. For the last hour of the trip she had a go a straight line, it was very simple. Once she started getting closer to the island the lights and computer screen started flickering. The engines were working fine but all the lights were turning off and on. The fog was so thick she was afraid she would get lost out here. The radio turned on really loud with a digital scream. She jumped and ran to turn it off. She hit the power button on and off over and over but the radio would not stop. She covered her ears as the sound became louder. Tears ran down her eyes.

Stop it she stars yelling over and over again.

STOP IT, she yells and the radio stops.

She lifts her head up, her ears are ringing really loud. It is all she can hear.

Out in the distance she sees the island. It is not that far away. All of a sudden the lights flashed bright and turned off. The engines on the boat stopped running. Everything on the boat stopped running.

Oh no she thinks, what am I to do?

She can't row such a big boat and she is not that strong of a swimmer to swim that far. Wait she thinks, the boat is still moving, and faster than it was before. She was being guided to the island. She ran to the back of the boat to see what was going on. Two large octopuses were pushing the boat with their heads and using their tentacles to push the boat. She jumped back scared. She has never seen big creatures in her life. These must be ancient she thinks. Their eyes spoke stories of unknown adventures that she would never know. Exploring the deep oceans, living a freedom in the dark cold.

She notices the shore is getting closer and the boat was not stopping.

She looks back and tells them to stop. She thinks she is crazy, Octopuses don't speak Japanese.

The beach is getting closer. She runs down to the bedroom and grabs all the pillows. She needs to soften the damage so she will not get hurt.

My father is going to kill me!

She is holding a bunch of pillows in front of her when the boat hits land. She is thrown forward and the front of the boat rips open, exposing rock and sand.

She gets up and looks around. This boat is going nowhere. Above her is a great wall, she sees no way to get up it. I guess I have to walk the beach she thinks. As she walks she notices that the waves were more violent on this beach. The waves were small but the came with such speed and were reflected back into the ocean. It was almost like the waves were trying to smash the wall. I would not like to be on this beach during a storm she thinks to herself.

She notices stairs going up the wall, the rocks well worn and cracking. She makes her way up slowly. She steps down on one stair and it cracks and rolls down. She moves closer to the wall. I will put my back against the wall and she starts climbing up.

What am I doing? Why am I doing this?

She finally reaches the top and gets a full view of the abandoned city before her. The forest was trying to take the island back however the stone was so think, only little life grew. The island was empty and dead. How am I going to find him?

9/1/16

As She steps on the ground a small tremor starts beneath her feet. The wind starts to howl and the fog returns over head. Hello? she yells. The buildings look like gravestones, the streets littered with glass and old pieces of peoples personal property getting faded from the elements. It looks like everyone left quickly, she thinks. As she starts walking towards the main area she sees a green bottle down the road. She quickens her pace and jogs to the spot. As she reaches for it the bottle disappears. What? She looks around and notices another bottle off deeper in the city. She starts walking to it this time, no point of wasting energy running. As she reaches out for the second bottle it also disappears. Is this some kind of a game, she says out loud.

She looks around and sees another bottle. I guess her wants me to follow his trail.

As she makes her way chasing bottles the abandoned building start blocking the view of the water. She is going deeper in the heart of the old city.

She is so busy looking down that when she was about to reach for another bottle she noticed the really large old building she was facing. Wow this must be one of the first buildings on the island. It is so old. So goes to kick the bottle so it would vanish when she knocks down the street.

Oops, she goes and grabs it and pulls off the top to read the note inside.

Within this building is a set of stairs that go down down deep in the heart of the island. You will find me there trapped, entwined with the beast that I have been holding for more than I can remember. To break the spell you must get me to look in your eyes. Your love with set me free. I must warn you it is very dark and dangerous. You will need to be careful coming here. You must take the stairs down to hell.

She takes off her bag and looks for a flashlight. She has a rope and climbers hooks to make sure she has no way of getting hurt. As she walks the stairs up, she looks at the view around her. The dark shadows moving, the way the wind sounded like a owl howling. She was strong she thinks. I am brave. I will help this beautiful spirit and, and, I don't know. She looks around as fear grabs hold. Why am I here again? She than remembers his eyes, that glow of love and trust. Someone so beautiful could not be a monster.

She makes her way to the top of the building and sees a door in the center of the room. It says DO NOT ENTER.

She reaches for the door and pushes it open. The door is heavy but not locked. She turns on her flashlight and steps out on the metal railing. She flashes her light down the stairs.

So Kowai she mumbles.

Hello she yells expecting a echo. No sound returned, just darkness answers.

I am crazy, she thinks. I must have gone mad.

She thinks of the book Alice In Wonderland where all the best people are bonkers.

9/5/16

Today I will call this "down the rabbit hole"

As Mami slowly goes down the stairs, all sounds of the outside world diminishes. The walls lined with cracks have life trying to free itself from the concrete prison it has been forced to live behind. Her flashlight is not strong enough to see how far she must go. As she climbs the stairs become older and older. They must have built on to this years ago she thinks. How old are these stairs she wonders. The rocks seem much older than the old city itself.

The more she climbs down the weaker her flashlight gets. She stops and picks up a rock and drops it down the hole. She waits in the silence waiting for the rock to hit bottom. It never came.

That is impossible she thinks, there has to be a bottom.

As she climbs down further her flashlight goes out.

No she whispers as she hits the light against her hand. I can't go in the dark, I will trip and fall. She sits on the stone and covers her eyes and starts to cry. I am not this strong she thinks, I can't walk down this hole in the dark.

She notices a green glow between her fingers. She removes her hand and sees a gentle soft green glow emitting from the walls and the stairs below. The algae is glowing she thinks. She gets closer to see that glowing mushrooms and algae are giving light to a place that has never seen real sunlight before.

This is so beautiful she thinks as she starts walking down the stairs again. The sight of the mushrooms gives her energy and strength. I will do this she thinks, I will free this man with the beautiful eyes.

It seems like forever as she makes her way down the stairs. Each step is a step in the history of this shaft. She sees some markings on the wall that says 1662. Is this the date that it was made she wonders, and who made it?

She stops to drink some water and have a bite of her food she brought with her. She looks down to see a ground not too far in the distance. It is covered in a think moss. That is why the rock made no sound, it fell on a large moss pillow. Everything is quiet. She can hear the dripping of water but nothing else. AS she arrives at the bottom she sees a floor covered in glowing mushrooms. Purple and green shine bright in the darkness. Off down a large hall she notices a large door with a even larger lock on it.

Deep in this hole a long time ago someone carved this door, out of the natural rock. Why would someone do this to hide it away?

She gets closer and tries to read the writing. The language is very old but she can read a few words, she had learned ancient Japanese in art school.

HERE LIES THE PROTECTOR AND DESTROYER OF WORLDS

TO ENTER IS TO BE PURE OF HEART

TO STAND IS TO BE BRAVE

LET NO EVIL OUT THIS DOOR

FOR THE WORLD WILL FALL AGAIN INTO DARKNESS

Protector and destroyer? This does not sound good. She gets closer to the door and looks for a way to get inside. As her hand touches the door it starts making small cracking noises. Seeing no holes but a place to put your hand, she places her palm against the door. From behind she can hear a locking system opening. The seal of the main doors releases and a breeze blows her hair in a mess.

She stands back listening. She can still hear only water dripping from behind her. She reaches out and pushes the door open.

It is a large room, bricks line the walls and images circle the room with a strange writing she has never seen before. In the middle of the room is a large glowing bubble. Inside she sees two beings circling around each other in a dance that must have been going for many years. She cannot hear them but she knows that each one is fighting for their life. She gets closer to the bubble and tries to touch it. He hand goes right through. She holds her breath and starts walking towards the large bubble.

When see enters the world around her becomes very loud. It sounds like thunder echoing off the walls. The two beings, one a man the other unknown in a battle of strength. The monster trying to get free as the man is doing everything to hold it. The man looks tired and the beast or she thinks it a beast is hammering the man with his fists.

Am I doing the right thing she thinks as she walks closer. The beast looks up, its smile a sinister red, eyes as fire body as black as the night, it spins around so the man is facing her. She does not know how she can help this man? She whispers hello?

The beasts struggles to hold the man there, she notices his head move and his eyes open. Those are the eyes she remembers, this time there is so much pain and hurt in them.

He opens his eyes and takes a long look at her. Kachi! Run he screams as the beast takes this chance and frees himself from the man.

The beast grabs the man and throws him across the room.

The beast flies over to her and speaks in a tired but heavy voice.

Thank you my lotus flower for freeing me, I have waited many generations to be free from this prison. While you understand that it was me all along, I will leave you in this dark hole forever.

Goodbye Mami, say goodbye to everything you love. For my time has come again and darkness will once again beat the light.

The dark spirit flies out the doors, as they slam shut. She can hear the stairs on the other side crumble and fall as the beast destroys it on its way up. Leaving her trapped in this large old room.

What have you done. What have you done Kachi, she hears the man moaning. She rushes over to him. He is hurt and bloody. He opens his eyes and she feels a love she has never felt before. It was almost like she knew these eyes and this man before.

What did you do he whispers, why did you come here... he says before passing out.

9/7/2016

Bottled Illusions

Wait, don't fall asleep why did you bring me here? NO DON'T YOU DARE!

And you fell asleep.

She sits down and starts worrying how she was going to get out. Stupid idea Mami, you are losing your mind Mami, she keeps thinking negative thoughts in her head.

He tricked me, it's all his fault.

For 6 hours Mami sat in the light green glow waiting to see if the man will ever wake up. She could hear him moaning, calling out the name Kachi.

He called me Kachi she thinks.

Hello? Hey Woman, do you have any water with you?

Yes she says as she grabs the bottle beside her. It is all we have so please drink slowly.

He grabs the bottle and drinks all the water in one sip.

Oh you asshole she says, we are trapped here

No we are not he says. The door was locked from the inside, the people who helped create this only wanted people to stay out, my job was to hold one of the nine Misaki 御先

That was a Misaki? My grandfather use to tell me ghost stories of the Misaki late at night to scare me. They were just stories.

Did that look like a story to you? No, I don't know what that looked like. It kept changing its shape. One moment it was beast, full of hair and fangs. The next it was a demon, with a body of shadows.

It can assume many forms, it is a trickster and will have no mercy on the people now that it is loose again. Thanks for that, he says to her.

What? You are the one who brought me here. I was happy looking for shells when your bottle came along. That was not my bottle.

He tricked you into coming here. He knew once I saw you, he would be able to distract me long enough to let go. Why me? Who am I to you?

In my time you were named Kachi, meaning warrior of light and victory.

We are part of a clan that is here to watch over the spirits, to keep balance so humans and spirits can coexist together. We live for a 100 years than we die and are born again.

Me? She starts to laugh. I am Mami, I work in a doctors office. I make pottery and take care of my hermit crabs. I am not warrior.

No you are not he says.

He gets up and walks to the back wall, he lifts both hands and starts rubbing the wall. What are you doing she says? I know there is a switch to open the back door, I just can't remember where it is.

Will this take long time she says? You did drink all the water. Will you take long time he mimics back in a silly voice you did drink all the water as he hits the right rock and a door opens.

No this will not take a long time he says.

As Mami and the man walk through a dark cave she asks him if he knows where he is going? No actually I don't, it is one of these ways. As the walk a light shines off in the distance. Well I guess I do he says. Do you have a way off the island, my boat crashed on my way here. You don't have a boat?

No.

They walk out on the beach from a small hole in the wall. Good thing it wasn't storming, we might have been trapped down there. So which way is your crashed boat. Along the beach, this island isn't that big so we should see it right away. They walk for a bit more, he is very quiet and she is talking nervously. I really didn't mean to crash the ship, I was pushed by a couple Octopuses. As they get to the boat, he can see it is too broken to repair. Well I didn't want to do this, he holds out his hand. Grab it and close your eyes. Why she asks? We have to go beyond and the forces in that world are too much for you to bare. She grabs his hand as he lifts his other in the air, and with his finger he rips a hole in the universe. Mami looks scared as she looks at him, are you sure this is safe? I don't know he says, it has been awhile since I traveled this way.

Remember close your eyes. Mami and the man walk through the hole, as it seals itself shut.

Mami can feel a deep cold, and a sound of a million people yelling for help. She wants to open her eyes, she can feel herself flying and just as she gets ready to open them, he says open your eyes.

They are in the middle of downtown Tokyo, the city streets are as busy as ever. Where are we she says? Look around woman, can you not see with your own eyes? Now where can I find a place for a good tea, it has been ages since I last had a cup.