New Titles

Gah, I lost my post.. 😦 Not happy
Anyways, I was trying to find a new title for City of Zombies.
I have settled on a couple
1. Erik Moore and the Monster Hunters
2. When God Throws Stones
SubTitle: Erik Moore and the Monster Hunters
— I really like this one ^ with/without the subtitle
3. The Vampire, the zombies and the scientist
4. The Network within us All
5. The Fall of Gabriel
6. Building a City of Dead
7: I Gotta Go Get My Daughter
— No Really I do 🙂

Thanks for listening..

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Having a Grumpy day

I’m in a terrible mood.  I have a good idea what it is but this is a writer’s blog and not a complainers blog.. so…

Terence was a big man.  Monstrous in comparison to other 8 foot giants.  What am I kidding, Terence was unique and nothing else compared to the size and girth of the man.  Hell, he was barely a man anymore.

In the Army he had his legs ripped from him.  Replacing them were steel posts shaped into muscular mechanisms.  These were not the thin blades or the leg cover ups that others got.  These were leg replacements provided by some secret mad scientist off the coast of Some-young island.  They were attached to nerves near the end of his stubs.  The legs were permanent but he could remove them easily but that’s not Terence’s only change.  A steel plate was attached to the right side of his face and an additional plate buried under a plot of hair right above it.  With all the robotics the clinic was unable to save his right arm.  It was void of muscle and dangled against his side.

It was insane to be pissed off at an arm but Terence hated his arm.  The minuscule rod hung from his shoulder and it enraged him.  The fact that he had to look at it even set him off.  Terence did have a fully functional left arm.  It was the only original limb left on his body but it was only a memory of times before he didn’t want to recall.  A time when he was just human.

Terence stepped from his apartment, ducking under the door frame and into the steel-plated world of Platonic.  Everything shimmered in the early morning light.  Everything but Terence.  Forever a grump Terence growled at the pleasantries of every day life.  “Get away from me,” he shouted as a familiar pattern tap..tapped up to him.

“Hi Terence,”  said a small voice.  “I told you to leave me alone.”  Terence insisted.

Terence passed several people and heard no reply.  He swallowed his anger and looked back.  A small girl walked behind him smiling and perky as ever.  Terence tried not to smile but it slid in behind his growl.  “Why?  Tell  me why?”

“Cause I like you?”  The little girl said.  “That’s not a reason,” Terence replied.

“Yes, it is.”

Terence grumbled and continued walking.  “Where you going?”

“I’m going to work,” Terence replied.  “I bet you get there really fast. Cause you have super legs.”

“I guess.”

“My friend has super legs.  Hi… my friend has super legs.”

“What are you doing?”  Terence turns and looks as the little girl shares her glee with other city residents.  “I’m sorry,” the little girls says with a pout.  “Listen…”  Terence turns.  He kneels and still stares down at her.

“I’m not a friendly Platonic resident.  I don’t like people.  I would rather be left alone.  Please go.”  The little girl smiled.  “Why are you smiling?”  Terence asked.

“You didn’t say to don’t like me.  I think you like me.”  Terence wanted to grumble.  He wanted to scream but he couldn’t.  This little girl was a distraction and Terence appreciated the distraction.

Terence stood and began to walk again.  “Don’t you have a family?”

The Trials of the Century

I’m so stressed out.  I need to write some things off my chest.  I’m quickly realizing how much I am like my father.  Trying to teach my daughters to be respectful but getting a face full of disrespect because I’m old fashion.  At least that my guess.  Being a little respectful, is that old fashion.  Holding off on the swearing.  Refusing to use derogatory terms.  It’s like I am on the outside screaming “Come on.”  or even on the inside trapped in a world that wants to spread hatred and disrespect everywhere.

I was going to go on but I hate doing this crap…. the belly aching.. On to a story…

The Trials of the Century ———-

Jim stepped forward hands shackled to a loop in the waist of his pants.

“Mister Crow, do you understand the charges.”

Jim Crow stood staunch and defiant.

“I don’t have to speak to you.  I have the right to be silent.”

“You also have the right to say whatever you want,” reminded the judge as he prepared for the stiff rebuttal.

“Yes, I do,” stated Jim as he growled.

“Mr. Crow, you have spent years festering within the community.  Your reign of terror spreading like a cancer.  Your actions separating the bipedal human community into haves and have-not.  I sentence you to Shut the Hell up!!”

The judge then stood, grabbed the desk that sat in front of him and tossed it into the air.  It floated slowly over the head of the court appointed attorney and eventually landed within the empty seats of the juror.  The crash of the wood shook everyone within the court room but when the eyes returned to the judges desk it had reappeared.

“Bailiff take this man away.”  A large man, dressed in black walked quickly toward Jim Crow.  His frame spread large against the smaller man and the lawyer.  The Bailiff grabbed Jim Crow and dragged him from the room.

“Next up!”  The judge stood.  Towering over the room.  He then shrank as a man dressed in a sharp suit and tie stood in the center of the room.  Christian was shackled similarly to Jim Crow and stood shoulders straight and confident.

“Do you understand the charges?”

Christian looked upon the judge and said confidently.  “I only have one judge.  You hold no power over me.”

The judge paused.  His lip grumbled slightly.  He then slapped a meaty hand upon the desk and said.  “I hold no power over you?  You are not in need of any judgement within this courtroom.  You have held my position for years.  Judge, juror and executioner.  You stand over the others in the world holding your arrogant point of view.  Judging others before your jaded views.  Your book tells you to judge none.  Treat others as you would like to be treated but you continue to hover over others.  A beacon of what is right to do.”

Christian stood silent.  Lips sealed tightly.

“Bailiff, remove this person.  I have nothing else to say to this man.”  The large man dressed in black stood and approached Christian.  He grabbed the man by the shoulder and lead him from the room.  “Next!”  Shouted the judge.

Next to the enter the court was a tall man.  His head hidden and his arms shackled near the front of a large white robe.

“What is the defendants name?”  Ordered the judge.  The words erupting from his powerful throat.  The Bailiff stood and spoke.  His voice measured.  “The defendant has declared no name, judge.”

“Interesting,” the judge says as he studies the defendant.  He inspects the robe and the darkness under the hood.  “Have you declared no face and no existence?”

The defendant shifts slightly then speaks clearly.  “I will be respected.  Even by you.”

The judge turns his head slightly.  “You feel slighted by me?  You feel I’ve no respect for you?  I’ve never met you.  I don’t know who you are?  How can you declare I have a lack of respect?”

The man stands quiet.

“Do you understand the charges?”  Asks the judge.

“I do not.”

“Ah!” The judge sat back.  “Finally, an honest answer.  Bailiff bring the other into the court room.  Within moments all three men stood in front of the judge.  Jim Crow, Christian and ‘the man that would not be named’.

“You will all be charged with arrogance, hate mongering, murder, rape and allowing the bipedal human race an opportunity to spread the insanity of your thoughts.  With this charge a sentence is returned.  You will be instructed to watch from above as your followers destroy what is left of the human race.  You will be forced to observe the failures and successes of each.”

The small lawyer steps forward.  “Judge, this is unjust.  Can the defendants do anything to avoid this sentence?”

The judge stands and the lawyer winces.  The judge walks from the desk and down to the floor of the courtroom.  “My friend,” he says to the lawyer.  “The world is full of wonderful people, religions and thoughts.  These defendants will not allow the freedom to view all that is wonderful in this world.  They are terrified that lack of judgement will make them irrelevant.  To treat everyone justly will force the hand of an imperfect human race to do what is unexpected and figure out how to do things right.  These defendants do not have the confidence to allow the voice within us all to do what’s right.  This, my friend, is why they cannot avoid this sentence.”

The judge then turned and stepped back up to the desk.  “Bailiff take them away to watch their own handy work.  Let me know if it all works out.”

Author (Freewriting) Dec 23, 2014

I’m watching the latest Paranormal Activities movie, good reason why I can’t write but still.  I just don’t have any energy to write.  I’m going to have to force myself to write.  I’m writing this post just to free write something.  Paranormal Activity 4 is a very interesting return to the original intention of the franchise.  My opinion, of course but I find the setting within the Latino community very interesting.  It adds to the mythology of these movies.  They also add a lot more supernatural events.  The characters are played very well by unknowns.  It’s back to “what the hell is going to happen?”

To other stuff… what about a story mixing monsters and supernatural horror like Paranormal Activity.

Hmmm.. a new twist.. someone took the main character..

I know this is all over the place but I need to write something.. been watching Helix.  Completed the first season.  Very good series about CDC scientist trying to fix extreme sci fi infections.. I think these days are excellent for fans of sci fi.

They are approaching a thin, white door.  The camera light fails as they walk in.  Inside the room is a fake head and some covered appliances.  They are searching for their brother in an old house.  Currently looking inside a horse stall.  Yikes.. crazy witches.. lol

They are inside the house with the witches outside staring.. looks like a goat head inside a pentagram.  They are looking at a window intensely till someone bangs on it.  Marisol is missing…

Oops.. she fell from the ceiling now Hector is running around the house screaming.  This would be intensely frightening if I was in this house.  All sorts of crazy things going on.. He’s opening the door… everything is quiet…

Till Jesse shows up and chases him.. yikes

Wow.. he broke down the door.. now Hector runs through a door and he is in the original Paranormal Activity house..

Scary zombie woman walking around.. ok.. he’s dead..

Nice..