Abrupted Symphony

Tribulation - An Adventure

2009-05-27T18:42:00.007-05:00

The next time I changed the score was when I was drifting through the poor parts of Earth's colonies. I met one the most interesting persons ever, this person changed how I felt about everything, I was reminded again of how treacherous and manipulative our species is, to think that I would actually allow the saving of them was preposterous. I was questioning everything again, reevaluating my life and the lives of people who were closest to me. This line on inquiry led me to a brothel.

I arrived at the "Candy Shop", looking to meet this person I talked over the virtuanet. I did not know what he was going to be like, but I've met enough people in my quest to prepare for the worst every time. And so I enter the brothel and scan the scene, I spot some situations that could escalate into a riot, and other situations that were simply disgusting. Finally after minutes of searching I find the person I was looking for, sitting at the edge of the bar drinking what I could only guess was some really hard liquor.

As I approached him cautiously, I began to wonder why I was here, I know that I was supposed to look for an "Answer" to the "Question" but why me? What's the reason for me to suffer as such? Was there something about me that said that I would find the right "answer"? No, I believe it was because I was the worst of us, the scum scraping at the bottom of the bottom of the barrel feeders, the lowest one could get. I think who ever was in-charge of giving out this quest wanted to show that even someone as bad as that can change into something productive and change the world.

I walked up to him and we drink and talk for a few hours, than we part our seperate ways never to speak again. He was a such a pleasant person that I was intoxicated by his presence and all the worry and pain that I felt was slowly draining away. It was as if it didn't matter that I was betrayed repeatedly or that my life was not mine anymore. All of those thoughts just disappeared, and all that is left is pure jubilation.

And so surprisingly I added one more to the save column changing the score to 2-save and 1-destroy.

Lights Origin - Part Two

2009-05-26T15:50:00.004-05:00

XX Years Later!

Danger, Danger, All critical systems nearing over load, announces a woman on the PA system, with a breathy voice.

“The capacitors are overheating from extensive use and stress from the frequent stops for the past ten years.”

“Did this situation arise when we are practicing the procedures for this trip?”

“No sir, there was no way would could have calculated this type of event, because this was thought to be impossible. There seems to be a source of gravity vast enough to cause the walls of the time rift to shrink.”

“How can this be possible? I thought our machine was impervious to these types of interferences? What are the options available to us?”

“We must have miscalculated the time and place we jumped to. We have to exit the time rift to asses and repair any damage so that we may recalibrate the machine and arrive at our destination.”

“Fine, find us a safe time and place to exit.”

“The window of opportunity is going to be at the time of the beginning of the universe.”

“Perfect, that is the time we needed to exit the time rift and enter normal time to examine the birth of the universe. Activate the shield so that we do not sustain any damage from the bursts of energy that will ripple through space.”

When they exit the time rift they are sunned at the site in front of them. They could not believe that something like this would be possible, what they saw made them question everything. They saw a full and luscious universe not the black abyss of space that they were expecting.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes, admiral. That appears to be a weapon of some sort pointed at us; we are in the process of analyzing the materials of the weapon.”

“Check the coordinates and make sure we are at the right place and time. Send a message over all known frequencies to the other object.”

“We have checked and rechecked the time and place and we are right on time and in the right place. Message broadcasting,” says the navigator as she frantically tries to figure out what is going on.

The object responds with a warning, “You must leave this place immediately or face termination,” says a cold metallic voice.

“What in gods name is going on? There must me some kind of mistake we cannot be where I think we are because if that is the case than what the book says is true. And that means that these people have been foretold of our coming, which means the death of them and countless others, we cannot allow that to happen. ”

“What are you saying Admiral?”

“Bring in Professor Thomas; he can explain this better than I can.”

Professor Thomas walks in the bridge and starts to look at the data and start to analyze it. He comes to one conclusion. “We are at the birth of the universe, the birth described in the pages of, ‘The Secret of the Universe,’ and we must not interfere with the process, as the book states.”

“We cannot leave this place now because our ship is damaged, we need to repair and re-supply before we can leave,” replies the admiral after meeting with Professor Thomas.

“You must leave now or face the termination,” replies the object as before.

“What the hell are we supposed to do then? Sit hear and get blown to smithereens Professor Thomas? Not while I am in command, we will fight the people who try to harm us. Corporal get the weapon systems ready for battle. If they want to fight then let us show them what happens when you screw with Neo-Earth.”

“Please do not do this; it could cause an uncountable ripple effect that will destroy every thing in its path,” pleas Professor Thomas.

“Escort Professor Thomas out of the bridge; we cannot allow him to send us to our graves.”

“Yes Admiral.”

“All hands make ready for battle.”

“Admiral they have fired their weapon. What do we do?”

“Shields at maximum … brace for impact and lunch weapons 1, 2, 3, and 5.”

When the weapons of the two different times fired and attacked the different objects from different times, it cause a reaction that released a enormous amounts of energy, enough energy to kick start the death their universe and birth of the universe as we know it. The time traveling ship with Professor Thomas faded away, and the other object vaporized, turning into basic materials that are necessary for the birth of the universe. The time traveling machine was trapped between two time lines, on one side was the death of the time they knew and on the other side it was a future that they could not have imagined. The universe that they knew was being destroyed and replaced by one that they did not recognize or understood. The crappiest part was that they were unable to do anything but watch the events unfold which they were inevitably a part of. They felt helplessness and frustration that they brought this upon everyone and could not do anything to stop this.

“What are we going to do Admiral? We cannot do anything about what is happening because of what we did.”

“We are going to find a way out of this. Bring Professor Thomas to the bridge.”

“What do you want from me now Admiral? Have you not already done enough?”

“I want to know if there is something we can do to stop this from happening?”

“You want to know if there is a way to stop the events from taking place? I am pleased to say that, no there isn’t one. All we can do is come to terms with what we have done. All I can offer is the solace in the fact that every death leads to a birth and every birth has a death. Everything must eventually die; all manners of creatures have met their ends at our hands in our blind conquest of the universe, so must we.”

“But what does that book say about this?” yells the admiral out of frustration and anger snatching the book form Professor Thomas

He starts flipping through the pages on the book frantically in an attempt to find some answers or the least a solution out of here. Professor Thomas made bookmarks and the Admiral stops when he comes across an interesting little peace of information that the Professor forgot to mention when they were about the get in to a fight with the strange object before the big bang. The admiral almost lashes out at Professor Thomas for bringing them here and doing what he did purposely. Professor Thomas had known all along what would come to pass, he knew for a fact that they would arrive at this place and that they would be attacked what he did not know however what that they would be trapped in between two times and not be destroyed. The professor was perplexed because he has done everything that was describe as necessary for the rebirth of the universe as it has been done billions of times before no one knows exactly when or if the universe ever began.

“What do we do now Professor Thomas?” asks the Admiral sarcastically.

“I really do not know, I have done everything that was required but somehow we have not been destroyed. After you send of the bridge, I went to engine room and lowered the power of the shield exactly as the book said. And yet we were not vaporized? This cannot happen because we were suppose to be dead by now yet here we are. This quite puzzling and exciting, because it has been a long time since the field of science has come across something that we could not solve within seconds,” says Professor Thomas elated.

Lights Origin - Part one

2009-05-26T15:46:00.003-05:00

“What happens when humans decide that the universe must be explored the way the earth was explored in the early 15^th century? The same thing that happened when we conquered earth, genocide of entire species and cultures which can never be recovered. Life is fragile at the same time tenuous when it comes to ultimate survival as observation of microorganisms show, but never should we interfere with the delicate balance of the universe, a paradox that cannot be resolved. We cannot just idly sit around and die, but we cannot go destroying everything we want, a balance must be attained.” A quoted from an ancient book that no one bothers to read anymore or care for titled ‘The Secrets of the Universe,’ written and published in the 21^st century.

“That quote has been around for a long time and we treat the materials of that book as either dogmatic ranting of a mad man or at best pseudo scientific theory,” says Professor Thomas to a history class in his lecture, “The assignment is to read the book and write a compelling paper about why this book is used as paper weight. I don’t want to read the same stuff that I hear form most people, I want to see new opinions and view of this material, keep an open mind.”

“But Professor why do we have to write a paper about something that does not matter?” asks a student.

“Excellent question? Why do we study things that are completely irrelevant in our time?” asks the professor not to the student who asked the question rather to the entire class then promptly responds, “It because we must learn from our past mistakes as to not repeat the same mistakes again.”

“Our past is full of so many mistakes and errors that sometimes I wonder how we ever got as far as we did. But I digress what is of immediate concern is that you realize the world is hanging by a thread, since you are the generation that has the power to shape the future, whether improve what we have left or destroy it. Grim as these words may sound they are true of every new generation,” Professor Thomas his sentence with a heavy heart and a look of regret on his face.

The class is over and all but one student leaves, this is the student who asked the professor, “Why must we treat this book the way we do?” the student seems too old for a class of this giving nature, the professor a funny feeling about this man. The same funny feeling he encounter last time nearly killed him this coupled with the constant barrage of strange mail offering him a once in a life time opportunity.

“What do you mean? Is there anything wrong with treating this peace of shit for a fiction as refuse?”

“How can you make such claims without any evidence? I have read this book and I have to say that there are events referenced which seem to make sense, would you not agree?” says a student, who happens to be an Englishman, elegantly.

“That may be true but this is what happens when something is purely pseudo-scientific in nature. The flaw of this book is that it talks about the one thing that we do know for certain is the beginning of the universe; it states that the universe was always there and that the big bang theory is well full of hot air. In my personal opinion this book may tell the truth but I have yet to find any evidence supporting such a hypothesis. Happens-stands that most events mentioned happen to coincide with the text and no means of providing evidence that backs up those claims.”

“Well you must be brimming with luck because this is your one and only chance to acquire the evidence you seek to back your claim about the book stating fact and not just fiction about the true nature of the universe,” says the man with a charming but sadistic smile.

“I don’t believe you! This is path I have traversed before and will not get fooled again as I have many times before. I will not leave my work to chase some fantasy that will not pan out. How do I know that this is not just another sham?” asks the professor angrily unaware of the man’s true intent.

“I am here with a contract in my hands with the seal of approval from the high courts and with my Employer’s permission to present you with an enchanting proposition. My Employer will pay for all the expanses and fund your research for the next decade, if you decide take this chance to prove that the contents within the pages of this book are tangible,” the man calculatedly offers a promise with those swaying words.

“The documents look official but are they? I know people who can fake these documents, I’ll do this iff I get to assemble the team,” the professor demands.

“I can assure that these are official, would there be anything else Professor Thomas?” asks the British man.

“No that will be all for now,” answers Thomas.

“Shall we be on our way then?”

“What, Now? I cannot leave at this very minute I have things that need to be done,” says Thomas baffled.

“Is now a problem? We are on a tight schedule so if you don’t mind I would like to get moving. Do not worry about the things that need to be reported or filed away, they have already been taken care of,” assures the man.

“Okay, I will give you the names of people that I want working with me,” says Thomas, and then hands the list to the man.

“There is no need for this list for we have already recruited them and they are awaiting your arrival Professor Thomas,” says the man tugging at the bottoms of his sleeves of his suite.

“How did you know who I would pick to go on this expedition with me?” asks Thomas shocked.

“Let’s just say that my employer does not believe in wasting time. Grab what you need so that we can leave.” Thomas grabs his bag and they leave.

Tribulation - An Outcome

2009-05-14T02:32:00.005-05:00

After being betrayed I fell into a life of self destruction and self loathing. I was looking for some narcotics one day, when I met the most interesting person I've met through out this entire thing. This person left an impression on me that will never be removed, This person took from the brink and brought me back to my path. This person helped me change my core in a way that I yet to realize the significance of.

I met Walter in an allay on PGH200. I was walking out of a club drunker than usual looking for something to numb the pain in my heart and I bumped in to him. I looked at him, and waited for him to apologize to me, for bumping into me, but no such thing came. I got upset and began to yell things in a slurry of word that were incoherent beyond belief, for all he knew I was just a loud annoying noise. As I was yelling and foaming at the mouth Walter knocks me in the back of the head, I fall unconscious and wake of a few hours later in what I believe is his home.

I felt groggy and felt a bump on the back of my head, I looked around but there was no one there. I get up and get dizzy and fall back on the couch. After a moment to regain my bearing I get up, slowly this time, and search the house for clues as to where it is and why I was here. I find nothing, and I walk to the front door to leave, that is when the door knob turns and the door opens wide. It was a strange man, I did not it was Walter at the time, so I asked him, "What is your name? And what am I doing here?"

To which he replied, "I am Walter. I brought you here because you looked like you needed a hand to get on your feet. I saw you there in the ally and thought to myself that this man will end up dead if he stays out here."

"I am thankful of your kindness. Is too much to ask for assistance in getting some more alcohol?"

"I will not help you get intoxicated again, its almost noon and I suggest that you prepare to leave soon and your original logging. I just hope that you don't end up dead picking a fight that is beyond your capacity. This will be the last I see of you," were the parting words of Walter.

I left this aliens place and found my hotel, and took a shower and got ready to hit the bars again. As I was sitting there on my bed, I began to think of the events of last night to recall what happened specifically. This is when I saw the image of a person, which shook me out of this rut and back onto my quest, Jeniffer.

The root of all my misery and reason for my questing. I had a new found interest in this now.
The score stood at 1 save, 1 destroy, I was starting to see hope for humanity.

Tribulation - An Encounter

2009-05-13T03:55:00.008-05:00

I met Christine a few months ago, in the Eridanus System. We met in a local bar, the place I usually frequent to in my endless quest for the "Answer". I must have drank 10 glasses of their finest liquor, when she entered the room. There was a presence about her that captivated me and her aura was impossible to ignore. She took deliberate steps towards the bartender, next to where I sat, and leaned over the counter, pressing her chest on the filth ridden counter top, and whispered something. The bartender showed signs of surprise which is unusual for their species, after a few minutes he gave her what she had asked for, and then she turned to me and said,"Can I buy you another drink?" in a charming tone, which threw me aback even in my intoxicated state. I could see why the bartender was surprised, to which I responded, "Only if I can return the favor," but it came out as "ggg uuh esngt sadf".

She chuckled at my drunkedness, and ordered me another round of drinks. The next thing I knew I was in a strange room, my clothes are missing and there is a strange taste in my mouth. That is when she entered the room, apparently I was at her place. I could not recall what had transpired the night before, but I had the strangest feeling that something profound had happened. She looked at me with the same look of ambivalence that drew me to her the first time I saw her. All I could think was, am I a lucky son of a smith, never could I have ever imagined this in my wildest dream that someone like her would come in to my life. I felt euphoric and could not contain myself any longer, I lunges at her. I wanted to have her right now and so I did what I thought I should do, a bad mistake I came to realize. As I was in mid lunge she jumped in the air and performed a spin kick which landed square on my jaw. My head crashed on the marble floor with such force that it left a small creator there. I was on the floor for what seems like ages, when I felt a warm liquid run down the side of my face, I was laying in a pool of my own blood.

That was when I learned the lesson, and never lunged at any one for any reason. When I got up she was there waiting for me with a first-aid kit and she stitched me up and we spent the next few months together. These were the best of times I've experienced since I began my quest, I was delighted that something this nice was still out there, that even a miserable person like me could have peace, sadly this did not last forever. Soon things turned for the worst. I was reminded what it is that I was trying to accomplish, I was on a mission to find the "Answer" to the "Question", not waste time here living in a fantasy world. I awoke one night and left this place without saying goodbye, never to turn back and never to see Christine again.

Little did I know at the time that this was far from over, that this was not the last of Christine I was going to see.

This led me to add one more point in the save humanity column, the score is 5 destroy, 3 save.

Tribulation - An Arc

2009-05-04T11:29:00.003-05:00

It's taken a long time for me to finally admit this, "I am not who I claim I am."

My journey's beginning and ending starts two years in the past and the future. It all began with the "Question" of what it means to be human, I was asked this during one of my morning walks down by the retro theater district. It was the strangest things one could be asked, the "Answer" to which is quite simple but the journey of discovering said simple "Answer" is a convoluted, complicated and intertwined. I will start with at the beginning and slowly revel the events that have transpired and will transpire, as I am still not finished with my quest for the "Answer" which started 2 years ago, and I still have two years of searching ahead of me.

I will start with the my current predicament, the why and how of which are out of this world, as is my journey. I find myself in a little town in the middle of nowhere on this uninhabitable and treacherous planet of P389, Senturi Sigma. I came here looking for a wise man whom I have been told is capable of answering any burning question you have, especially if it involves your past and future. I am sitting here at the table in a dinky bar waiting for my contact and translator to arrive so I can finally get to the bottom of this. The restlessness of this place is confounding, the kind of creatures in this room seem to be the sort that you would not want to meet on the best of circumstances, and yet here I am sitting here unarmed and totally exposed.

The last time I was in a place like this was at the beginning of my journey, the first bar I walked in to on Earth almost seems like it never happened. I will tell you how this whole journey started. I was at a party with a couple of my friends and I met this woman who was intellectually and physically attractive to me. I approached her with apprehension, and worked up the courage to engage in a conversation with her.

I said, "Hey, have you noticed how there is always some guy scoffing down food at these events like they have never eaten before?" trying to be both original and funny.

To which she responded, "It would appear to be the case, I am Jeniffer, and you are?"

"Victor Stevens," I replied excitedly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Victor."

"No, the pleasure is all mine. Do you know Dave?"

"Dave? I am here with Stacy, who I assume she knows who Dave is."

'All I Wanted' by Basshunter begins to play on the stereo, and I become bolder, since this is one of my favorite songs.

"Will dance with me?" I asked her with butterflies in my stomach.

"Sure," was her short and simple response.

We danced all night long, and not just on the dance floor, after the party I took her back to my place. We had several intimate moments, and I could feel that she was special. Several months go by and I decide to ask her if she want to move in with me, after all we have been dating since we had the chance encounter. But when I went to surprise her with my proposition, and I was shocked to find that she had a surprise for me as well. To this day I am still amazed that I didn't see this coming, but this taught me a very important lesson and got me started on my journey. She had betrayed my trust, I broke on the inside, I lost myself in the crazy world of drugs and alcohol.

I had given up on the whole humanity, if you had asked me at this time what I would have done had I the power, my answer would have been the utter annihilation of the entire species. This was not the first time this thought had crossed my mind, rather it was a recurring thought, which I believe was a response to the way humans treated each other, we had no respect for our own kind, this was the only solution I could think of. I was filled with just barely stated rage, it was gnawing at me constantly, but for the past few months it was gone, I was actually happy, but then I was betrayed. And something in me snapped, I was determined to finally find an "Answer" to the "Question", since I was in the position to allow humanity to continue to exist or wipe it entirely.

The score stood at 1 destroy, 0 save. This is when I stumbled upon the next phase of my journey.

Prelude to Tribulation

2009-05-04T11:18:00.007-05:00

I will test a new method of posting my writing, for a new story I'm working on. Basically I will post each part as I finish it rather than wait till the entire story is complete.

A preview:

"What will I do now that I have finally come to the end of my quest of 4 years? I am still unsure of my answer, but I have experienced enough to make become my own person and have a say in this world, I am finally ready to accept my destiny."

Hope you enjoy this, dear reader.

Unusually Freaky

2009-03-25T11:10:00.006-05:00

A few weeks back I was walking to my class at University of Houston, when all of a sudden something flew in my nose. I was startled and tried furiously to get what ever it was out of my nose, but with no luck. So I forget about this, thinking it was my imagination, and go about my day.

As I am sitting in my last class 4 hours later, something unexpected happened, a bug fell in to my lap. I was shocked and curious as to the appearance of this bug, which seemed to me like a magic trick. And then I realized that it was the same bug that had logged itself in my nose 4 hours earlier. This one the strangest things that's ever happened to me.

The Perfect Vacation

2009-03-15T01:43:00.007-05:00

Tom and Jane arrive weary at a mom and pop hotel at dawn. It turns out that their car has unexpectedly broken down on their way to their long awaited and hard fought vacation back to Port Angeles in Washington State. The lush forests and huge mountain ranges as far as the eye can see. They had booked a beach side hotel room, the forests were about an hours drive away.

Having passed Ellensburg no more than a few minutes ago they head for Thorp as it was just around the corner. They had seen signs not far from where their car broke down about a town a mile down the road. When they arrived in Thorp and went to the hotel they asked to for the number to the repair shop. And called the wrecker to have their car picked up where it broke down and have it brought to the repair shop.

They check in to the hotel for the night, they don't like the town all that much being that its in the middle of no where and has an eerily sense of déjà vu. As they wait for the wrecker to contact them they call the local pizza place and order some pizza. A crummy meal and a crummy place to sleep, some vacation this turned into.

It's 3 a.m. when heavy rain is coming down on the windows of the old hotel. Wind causes the hotel to sway slightly and the building creaks from the stress of that rocking. A thunderous roar cuts through the dead silence that was the room of the couple. Jane awakens from a sound unfamiliar to her, frightened she wakes up Tom. Tom gets up groggily to check out what that noise might be, and find nothing. He tells her that it must be the rain and goes back to sleep.

Tom hears a noise that startles him, he quickly rises in his bed, almost falling off it. Looks around to see what or where that noise is coming from. Its his cell phone ringing, he had left the phone on vibrate the day before and had not switched it back to ring yet. He picks up the phone and on the screen there is an unknown number.

He answers the phone hesitantly, with a "Hello?"

On the other end of the phone Jim the wrecker answers, "I took your Blue Sedan to the body Shop. Its going to take at least a week to repair."

Tom angrily say, " What???? A week, we don't have a that much time."

Jim answers, "There is extensive damage to the chase and we have to order new parts for it, they should arrive within the next two days and we can get to work."

Tom gets up from the bed aggravation and causes Jane to awaken.

"What's going on?" she asks drowsily.

"The Wrecker called and said that its going to take at the least a week to repair the car," responds Tom.

"Why so long for a flat tire?" queries Jane.

"I don't know. He did not into details regarding the damage to the car and I'm headed tot eh shop right now to sort this whole thing out," with that Tom starts to dress, putting on his pants and shirt.

He leaves in a hurry, asks the front desk for the location and direction to the body shop. It takes little while to find this place, it looks deserted. He goes in and ring the bell and waits for the mechanic to answer. He waits and waits for what seems like an eternity and finally after 15 minutes he enters the actual garage where the cars are store for repair.

When goes there he nearly has a heart attack at the site that lies before him, his car was utterly destroyed, as if someone took a sledge hammer, chain saw and the jaws of life and went to town on the car. The doors are barely hanging on the hinges, windows are no where to be found, tires slashed and a big whole hole in the hood just missing the engine. And the inside was no better off, all the seats were cut, their cushions missing, the steering wheel was also no where to be found.

He could not believe how damaged the car was, and let out a scream, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

This startled the mechanic whom was replacing the oil on another car. He slides out from under the car and gets up, asking "May I help you sir?" They talk for a bit and he informs Tom that the car arrived to the body shop in this condition.

With a puzzling look Tom exclaims, "Excuse me!?"

"The car sir, it was brought to my body shop as you see it. I don't know what happened but this is going to take a long time to repair. It arrived to the shop no less than an hour ago," says the mechanic with disdain.

"What is the name of the wrecker?" asks Tom to the Mechanic.

"Trevor, he lives at the edge of town in a run down house." Replies Joseph.

"Thank you. Do you know how long it will take before the car is repaired?" queries Tom.

"About three weeks at the earliest. We need to order many of the parts since we don't keep that many foreign parts on hand." replies Joseph to Toms query.

"How deep of a hole is this going to put in?" asks Tom.

"That depends on the availability of the actual parts in a near by shop, if we can find them we'll have to order them from a specialty shop and that will cost more. Plus the labor. I wish I could give you a better estimate but thats the best I can do." responds Joseph.

"When will you be able to give a more reasonable estimate?"

"Probably tomorrow evening, I cannot guaranty it though."

"Do you have a number I can call?"

"Yes, it's 206-555-4355."

"Thank you, I will call you tomorrow morning to inquire about my car."

"We do not open shop till 10 a.m."

With this phone and the location of the wrecker, and new purpose Tom heads out on the open road into the still pouring rain and strong wind. He slowly makes his way to the home of Trevor, at the edge of town, he remember where it was from when they came into the town. When he reaches the house, he nearly collapses to his knees at the site of the sever disrepair the home is under. The lawn in the front yard needs to be cleared of weeds, destroyed couches, broken heating units, and high grass. The front gates were broken but still shut. It looks like someone has broken in.

The heavy fog arising from the back of the house, creaking of wood straining under its own weight, and the hooting of an owl await him. As he makes his way through the yard he gets this feeling of dread, like something terrible is about to happen or has already happened. He feels like he is in the wrong place, as if he belongs in another place. As he approaches the steps of the porch, he glances at his feet to realize that they are covered in grime. He looks more carefully at the walkway, and realizes that whole gravelly path is covered in this strange grime. He knocks on the door, seeing as how there was no door bell to ring, no answer. He knocks harder, still no response. He knocks yet a third time, saying "He..ll..ooo", to which on the the crickets respond. A moment later he sees a bright light flash, turns to where it was coming from and a moment later hears the roar of a thunder crack. When he turns back around to face the door, he sees that its been cracked open, from the sound of the lightning. He looks at the now cracked door and slowly pushes it open and ponders whether he should go in or return to the hotel room and call Joseph's phone. His determination to find Joseph overcomes his apprehension and doubts about the whole affair.

With his mind set on one task, he cautiously enter the house, little did he know that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. Once inside he examines the living room of the two story house. In the center of the room he sees remains of what was once a fountain, and stairs on either side of the fountain leading to the second floor. One of the stair cases has debris from collapsed roof, making them impassible. He starts to walk around the ground floor to see if the wrecker is home.

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While Tom searches the wreckers home, his wife is waiting for him to return in the hotel room. There is knock on the door. She approaches the door in uncontainable jubilation, which quickly turns in to a a frown and disgust at the site of the person standing at the door. Joseph, it appears, has decided to go their hotel room to collect his money for the towing services.

She asks him what he was doing there, and he answers, "Ma'am I'm here to collect the money you owe me for towing your car here."

To which she hesitantly responds, "Can to come back later, my husband will be back by than."

"I have a feeling he will now be coming back," answers Joseph as he forces himself into their room. This frightens and scares her, the suddenness of this intrusion into their space, she demands, "Why did you enter?"

"I wanna see if he is really not here, last time this happened, they ran off and I'd be a fool to let it happen again," answers Joseph.

"Check all you want, I told you that he isn't here," she states.

"Can you go open the curtain and let in some light?" requests Joseph.

As she goes to open the curtains, Joseph slams the door shuts the door and locks the room. Startled she reaches for the phone only to have it ripped from her hands.

She begs, "What do you want?"

He does not say anything, only grabs her and throws her on the bed. She struggles violently to get freed from his grasps, and manages to free one hand. She punches him int he face, and then kicks him. Throwing to the floor, where he hits his head on the hotel dresser, giving him a huge gash and knocks him out.

She runs out of the room distressed and confused. She goes to the front desk, no one is there. She runs outside in the hopes of finding someone who can help her, but to no avail! At last she comes across an old couple sitting at a bench drenched to the bone, and approaches them cautiously.

She asks them in a frightened and out of breath voice, "Can you help me, there is some weird guy who tried to take advantage of me."

They blankly look past her, as if she wasn't standing there, in front of them. Ignoring her cries, pleas, and screams for help. She approaches them and tries to tap one of them on the shoulder but her hand passes right through him. She tries the woman, to the same effect. She does not understand what is going, why can she not touch them, are they ghosts? Is she dead? She realizes that something is terribly wrong with this town and looks for the car body shop.

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While she looks for the car body shop, her husband finds something interesting in the house. He is in the basement of the house and stands in front of a looked door, holding a key in his hand. He inserts the key in the the lock and the sound signifying unlocking mechanism working is heard echoing through the basement floor. He opens the door gingerly as some of the other doors in the house had traps behind them, nearly killing him a few times. With the door open a ray of light shoots through the lone windows, showing that this room has not been entered in years. Dust dancing in the ray of light as if they had rhythm, musty and moldy stench of this room makes him belch nearly throwing up.

He carefully enters the room examining the floor for any signs of traps. Once he is satisfied with the floor, he looks up and almost falls over at what he sees. He sees a portrait of himself and his wife. They never had one commissioned so can there be one of them? And in such old clothes at that, how was this possible? Only question after question with no answer in sight, just then he gets this feeling of dread. Like something horrible just happened, he wonders if he has a connection to this small town in the middle of nowhere.

He frantically looks for something that can resolve his current predicament. How can he have a past in this place and not remember? What causes that to happen to someone? His search efforts bare no fruits, and he returns to the portrait and examines it a bit closer. As he is concentrated on the portrait he hears a noise from the outside of the house. Startled he rushes out the door forgetting to close it, and bumps into a man drenched in blood. Upon a closer examination he recognizes that its the wrecker.

He asks him, "What happened to you?"

To which he replies, "Your WIFE!"

Tom gets mad and demands and explanation, "What are you talking about? Tell me everything NOW???"

The Wrecker explains that he received a phone call from the hotel telling him to come there and collect his fee. And when he got there something happened and he woke up with a gash on his forehead and lying in a pool of his own blood, with no money. He cannot recall if he ever actually arrived at the hotel.

"Did you see my wife?" demands Tom.

"As I said, I don't remember going to the hotel. But somehow I was on the floor of a room lying in my blood. I did not see anyone when I left the hotel, only the dead owner in the lobby. As I was walking to my house, I saw the old couple beheaded, and there was nothing in the streets, no cars, no workers. It was as if the whole town had been deserted again. Fearing my life I rushed over to my house to gather a few things and leave this place forever. That's when you bumped in to me and started badgering me question, now if you don't mind, I need to get some supplies for the road."

"What do you mean by that? How can there be no one in town? I know the car is still being worked on by Joseph."

"No its not, there is nothing in the shop now, no car and no Joseph."

"WHAT?? How can that be I just left that place, I'm gonna go back there and check it out, and you're coming with me."

"I don't want to to there, I have no idea whats going on, I'm leaving this town for good, NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!!!" yells the wrecker.

Tom grabs the wrecker by the collar of his shirt and glares in to his eyes, demanding, "Not only are you leaving anywhere, you're coming with me to that body shop."

The wrecker complies with Tom's request begrudgingly, seeing how he has no other choice in his currently weakened state. They head out for the shop. As they arrive at the shop something is on the floor in front of the shop catches Tom's eyes, it looks like blood.

He stops to get a closer look when he hears a sound coming from within the shop, which causes him to jump, and spooks the wrecker, who flees the scene. Tom enters the shop, and sees that the entire place is nearly vacant. He sees his car repaired on one side of the shop. The lights flickering, something is in the middle of the room and it does not look like anything he has ever seen before.

Tom takes diligent steps towards the object in the center of the room, as he gets closer he begins to fill with dread. It was his wife, Jane. He began to wonder how she got there and what was going with this place. He approaches her hurriedly oblivious to all else. When he sees her there on the floor of the garage floor, he is appealed, saddened, and a bit relieved at the site of his wife. His wife, brutally murdered, yet he feels no pain for what had transpired there in the garage. He has no regrets, their relationship was not the best, they have been drifting apart for months, and this trip was to be the cure of their ails, in his wildest dreams he could never have imagined this. He was a bit overzealous at the outcome, not merely contempt. he gets in his newly repaired vehicle and drives off into the sunset, so ending his perfect vacation.

Eons of Repression

2009-03-09T12:15:00.006-05:00

For a long time have days remained mundanely names, no longer will this last.

Monday is now Manhandled Monday.
Tuesday is now Turbulent Tuesday.
Wednesday is now Way to Hot Wednesday.
Thursday is now Tear up Thursday.
Friday is now Suit Up Friday.
Saturday is now Salacious Saturday.
Sunday is now Smash Sunday.

Sorrow and Anguish

2008-11-11T23:54:00.006-06:00

Disarray has taken over me,

Food has lost its taste,
Life has lost its purpose,

What will become of my mind?
Did I bring this upon myself?

Or is someone else the culprit?

Where did I loose my way?
Will I find my path again?

Is there no end to my drifting?
What is it that bothers me?
Changing my mind in a way I am not happy with.
Will I gain my sanity again?
Is there nothing I can do to resolve my predicament?

All I can do is hope that the path,
The one that lies in front of me,

is one I should traverse.

In the end, will my existence amount to anything?

Bewilderment!

2008-09-29T11:09:00.002-05:00

Here I sit, tormented Not hearing from you Each day that passes without contact is agony. How will this misery end? These past few days, I had awakened at the same time. With the same constant waking dream. It was of you contacting me. Giving me that sense of belonging. And I was sad to find that it was but a dream. Yet I still hold out hope that One of these days this dream will become a reality. Oh how joyous it would be to awaken to that. Nothing would surpass the jubilant I feel when I hear from you, But seeing you awaken next to me. I wish I knew what this feeling was, Infatuation? Connection? Destiny? There are no words that describe what it is that I feel. When I think of you, see your face. It pains me that I am not able to feel your breath, the scent of your aroma, the contact of your skin, why must this happen to me?

A Series of Uneventful Adventures

2008-05-01T18:43:00.011-05:00

It was one of those day where you couldn't tell if was either spring or summer. John, Raymond and I were at his apartments in Ranchstone just doing what we always do playing video games. It was around evening time when we decide to go to the pool, and see if there was anything fun to do there, as we often did. So we go to the pool begin our hunt for those Harems that always manage to allude us, always just beyond our reach. As the horizon engulfs the sun, our determination deepens. We hunt furiously for hours, only to be met with despair and failure. Upon returning to the apartment and showering, we continued playing games. Until we got bored and decided to go outside and do something active.

Here is where all the problems started. We went around the apartments playing Metal Gear Solid: Tactical Espionage Action The real game. We did not have any fake guns or anything of that sort, so we pretended that we did, With holding our two fingers and thumb in the air like it were a gun. As we were playing this game, essentially hide and seek but with objectives and goals, Raymond and I happened upon an interesting scene. There was this apartment, the window had its blinds open, there was a shirt laying on the couch, and then this woman comes from the side of the house almost wearing nothing, and the this man comes up behind her. He starts to undress her and we are there just looking wondering what is going on, when John comes where we are and asks us what is it that has us so glued to the place? And then he sees what we were seeing, but with the fear of getting caught we get away from there quickly.

On our retreat to a more secluded location, we see this TV in a window, it too had an erotic scene playing on it, it seems that nothing we could do would free us from this barrage of explicit scenes. Once we gathered our selves, we decided to go on a little thing we like to call "Apartment Hopping". This is where you go from one apartment complex to another to see what you can find there and then keep going till you find that thing you were looking for.

So we go the next apartment complex next to his, and we really needed a pit stop, to dispose of unwanted bodily fluids, and so we find a dark area, two lookouts, one excreted, and rotate until the job was done. Then we move to another apartment complex. This is a little further then the previous one, we cross some streets and jump a couple of fences, not my shining moment. As Raymond and John can attest to I was a little weak in climbing the wall, I made a sound that they will never let me hear the end of for, I said, "Guy's I can't get over this wall, Help" in a squirmed high pitches voice that sounded like a little girl screaming. But eventually I got over the wall.

This apartment was the one where we almost got arrested, at least we thought we would have had we stayed any longer, there was petrol car there in the complex and it was looking for something, and there was this guy that was talking to the police officer and we were shitting bricks. We sneaked from cover to cover, until we got near the gate but as luck would have the gate was closed and no cars in site, all the while the petrol car is nearing our position. We did what anyone would in that situation, get the hell out of there in a hurry. So we rolled under the gate and then disappeared in the darkness, and slowly waked in to the Kroger near those apartment and decided that we would never do something this stupid again.

Situational Awareness

2008-04-04T15:33:00.006-05:00

It was a dark day, rain clouds looming over the horizon looking ever so ominous. As I gazed in to the dark precipices of never ending torture made me ponder on my past and what I had accomplished over the years. Did anything I do amount to anything significant? Did I have a compelling reason to wake up and continue to do the things I do? As I reflected on my past things I had forgotten on purpose began to reemerge like the cold. I could only hope that my past would stay buried and not have an impact on my future, because of the things that I did it would place a permanent dark cloud over me never letting up, constantly reminding me of the misdeeds and atrocities I committed.

I guess you must be wondering what these tragic things are, well I will tell you that in the future as I start to comprehend and come to terms with them.

Tid bits

2008-04-03T09:43:00.003-05:00

As you may have figured out by now, I love to rant every now and again.

But this is not ranting its just useful information, I just read a story on the BBC News about our sun and a tsunami. A strange thing to be talking about a tsunami and the sun in the same sentence. I am surprised and in awe at the fact that there are tsunami occurring on the sun. I mean its a ball of gas and event it has the same weather effects that we do here on earth. Kind of an eye opening experience if you ask me.

Well that will all for now, until next time.

"A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose." - Samuel McChord Crothers

Drifting in the Undertow

2008-03-26T11:57:00.005-05:00

I sit here pondering on my career thus far, I have to say that I feel as though I have never stayed still, always on the move looking for something different and interesting. Granted I have yet to graduate, I still feel that it is necessary that I convey this point. I have done many things that I can take pride in during my brief moment in the universe, but yet I still feel incomplete, I hunger for more and as time passes that hunger only deepens and I cannot began to express my concern. I wish that I had an anchor to the world that was relevant, and believe me I have searched for it for years and still am.

I believe there is an underlaying reason for this and I believe it has to do with the teaching process in this great country. I fail to understand why things cannot be simple as they seem so trivial. There is a disconnect between what people need and what is offered. Don't get me wrong I am not pointing a finger at the government, but to the whole Institution of Academics. I can only express my concern, and hope that someone listens to what I have to say.

Only recently did I come to this realization, when I decided to change my major from something that was partly interesting to me. I now realize that the institution as a whole is broken, disjointed and uninteresting. I wish it weren't so but it is what it is and you have to deal with what you get.

Yesterday I read an interesting article about, Engineering students on Wired.com and it only expressed what I have felt for a while now, how things seem to be so much more unfair and demeaning when it comes to Engineers. They don't get the respect they deserve in our society, where our only real concern is money and how to take other money and making it your.
I will have switched my major after this semester is over and pray that the next thing I do is not as unappreciated.

With that I leave you this, "I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose."

Jekee.

Torment & Regret

2008-02-09T11:57:00.000-06:00

I cannot begin to express my disinterest in studying for something that I have started to question. I am realizing that I have always had done this, no mater the topic, I loose interest quickly and Once that interest dissipates I can never again reach that same level of interest. I wish there was a way for me to focus my attention, but I lack the ability to sit there and do something I believe is pointless. I understand that I should learn this material, but do not force me to do things that are beyond the scope of learning and becomes a chore. I despise having things forced upon me as I am sure many people are. As this ramblings continue I hope that I can finally come up with something that will entice me to again continue the path I have chosen for myself. I feel a sense of unfulfilled and bewildered, Lost and confused, I wish there was something that could wake me up from this mundane life I find myself in.