These posts are all rough output. I know I have continuity errors (the number of times George has been to The Rose for one) as well as other messes to clean up.
I'll fix those in time and eventually wrap it all up into a cohesive story and a single file once I'm finished.
Sometime this century hopefully. ;-)
I'll fix those in time and eventually wrap it all up into a cohesive story and a single file once I'm finished.
Sometime this century hopefully. ;-)
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( Closing the door behind him George found himself for the second time in his life in the small 5' x 5' white room completely devoid of any features except a large vertical slit in the wall in front of him for the key in his hand. Orienting the key to the lock George pushed the disc into the wall. After a brief pause a slit appeared in the wall and slowly widened until it was large enough for him to pass through.Collapse )
( Closing the door behind him George found himself for the second time in his life in the small 5' x 5' white room completely devoid of any features except a large vertical slit in the wall in front of him for the key in his hand. Orienting the key to the lock George pushed the disc into the wall. After a brief pause a slit appeared in the wall and slowly widened until it was large enough for him to pass through.Collapse )
After thinking about it a bit I've come to the conclusion that I need to put George and friends out onto the web again. They're just languishing where I've currently left them and if I don't do something I'll never get back to them.
So...I've decided to put what I've got completed up and go from there in the hopes that it'll motivate me to get moving despite my current time crunch. (And yes
ysabetwordsmith it's full of those dreaded -ing sentence starters. Sorry.)
( Chapter 4...Collapse )
So...I've decided to put what I've got completed up and go from there in the hopes that it'll motivate me to get moving despite my current time crunch. (And yes
ysabetwordsmith it's full of those dreaded -ing sentence starters. Sorry.)( Chapter 4...Collapse )
October 20, 2009 5:10 PM 10/20/09
Chapters 2 and 3 of The Unlicensed
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October 20, 2009 3:50 PM 10/20/09
Chapter 2
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George Carlson was seven years old and he was in the situation he hated the most. He was stuck in his mom's car in traffic on his way home from soccer practice. So George did the only thing he felt he could do in this situation - throw a temper tantrum.
"I want my TV! I want my computer! When are we going to get home! MOM!!!"
George's mother sighed and with more than a little frustration in her voice turned around to address her son. "George settle down dammit! Why don't you look out the window for boats or whales or something!"
However George was not going to be settled so easily, "I don't give a crap about some stupid whales! Nothing outside is ever any...good?"
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Chapters 2 and 3 of The Unlicensed
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October 20, 2009 3:50 PM 10/20/09
Chapter 2
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George Carlson was seven years old and he was in the situation he hated the most. He was stuck in his mom's car in traffic on his way home from soccer practice. So George did the only thing he felt he could do in this situation - throw a temper tantrum.
"I want my TV! I want my computer! When are we going to get home! MOM!!!"
George's mother sighed and with more than a little frustration in her voice turned around to address her son. "George settle down dammit! Why don't you look out the window for boats or whales or something!"
However George was not going to be settled so easily, "I don't give a crap about some stupid whales! Nothing outside is ever any...good?"
( Read more...Collapse )
September 9, 2009 5:07 PM 9/9/09
Note: Not sure where this is going or if I’ll even keep up on it but there’s a story lurking my brain here and I think I’m going to try and tell it. This evolved out of a quick story session that started with a post insiliconshaman’s LJ that I sadly did not follow up on more than the initial response. So here goes.
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The car was unremarkable at best. An older model sedan with fading paint and worn upholstery in the classic colors chosen for what marketing people thought families would like.
The old man in the driver's seat appeared unshaven and dirty at first glance. He sat in the front seat snoring away with greasy black strands of hair streaked here and there with gray partially covering his features.
"Wakey wakey WB!"
The man stirred and grunted a bit before straightening up and opening his eyes. Seeking something to focus on they latched onto the source of the voice that had woken him. His friend Blaze was dressed in and old silver ski jacket and knit cap as well as slacks and somehow managing to look meticulously groomed as always.
"Time to go?" he asked sleepily.
"Bet your ass it is." said Blaze grinning like someone who'd just won the lottery.
( Story continues beneath the cut...Collapse )
Note: Not sure where this is going or if I’ll even keep up on it but there’s a story lurking my brain here and I think I’m going to try and tell it. This evolved out of a quick story session that started with a post in
siliconshaman’s LJ that I sadly did not follow up on more than the initial response. So here goes.==========
The car was unremarkable at best. An older model sedan with fading paint and worn upholstery in the classic colors chosen for what marketing people thought families would like.
The old man in the driver's seat appeared unshaven and dirty at first glance. He sat in the front seat snoring away with greasy black strands of hair streaked here and there with gray partially covering his features.
"Wakey wakey WB!"
The man stirred and grunted a bit before straightening up and opening his eyes. Seeking something to focus on they latched onto the source of the voice that had woken him. His friend Blaze was dressed in and old silver ski jacket and knit cap as well as slacks and somehow managing to look meticulously groomed as always.
"Time to go?" he asked sleepily.
"Bet your ass it is." said Blaze grinning like someone who'd just won the lottery.
( Story continues beneath the cut...Collapse )
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