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16. There is a collective groan from the crew on the ship and the Blob is absolutely horrified. A large group of guards show up at the door and begin escorting passengers to escape pods which are then ejected from the ship. ACT 1 SCENE 6 SCENE EXTERIOR – OUTSIDE OF THE MARGARET APPROACHING THE FATSHIP – NIGHT The Margaret has a large sheet of tin foil draped in front of it. It is obviously jury rigged and tied on. It approaches the Fat ship. SCENE INTERIOR – RADAR SCREEN – NIGHT The Fat ship’s radar does not show the Margaret. SCENE INTERIOR – HALL OF THE FAT SHIP – DAY Freight opens a door onto an empty ship. He accidentally drops a wrench and cringes at the noise. There is no sound. He scratches his chin. FREIGHT (WHISPERING) Hello? There is no sound. FREIGHT (LOUDER) HELLO? Still no sound comes. FREIGHT (YELLING) HELLO? ECHO OF FREIGHT oooo....ooo...oo Freight is fairly nervous. He wanders and sees nothing but empty quarters. He finds the Blob’s quarters and drops the candy bar as he has agreed to do. He gulps. FREIGHT (NERVOUSLY) Hello?

[Fairy Tale] Elowyn Wisp - Part 3

You can learn of the rules here.  I felt this story deserved a title at this point.  None of the members of the group suggested a continuance, so I moved it forward.  A second story will occur on Fridays starting this week or next.

There were three green bands with three green men on three green rocks who each juggled three green swords.  They juggled with such skill that not a one of them was cut and not a one of them broke into a sweat.  Though surely flesh and blood, these three beings might as well have been automatons.

Elowyn's father watched as this marvel went on.  He was reluctant to break their concentration, but he had not run into another in many days, and these folks seemed to hopefully know the answer.  He was quiet for a time, hoping that they would take a break, and he could answer them.  But they did not stop. 

Finally, he could stand it no more, and asked, "Excuse me, but have you seen my daughter Elowyn?"

"We have not."  They answered as one. 

Dejected, the man sighed and started to walk off.  But then he remembered what the Wren had called her.  "Wait.  She is also called by the name Elowyn Wisp."

The three men smiled and and sighed with such delight that their swords flew up and out to the four winds, landing upright in the ground around them.

"So beautiful." said the first.

"So wise." said the second.

"So kind." said the third.

"Yes, we saw her."  They pointed to the east.  "Not less than one day past."

"Wonderful!" The man said and thanked the sword jugglers and ran to the east.

For six days and six nights he walked on and saw nothing, but on the night of the sixth night, he saw six blue bands and six blue monkeys juggling six blue wands while they wore six blue hats with such skill as they put the three men juggling the three swords to shame.  They did not stop, and they did not speak, but simply smiled and juggled the wands between them on the top of the six blue bands.

Again the man waited but again his patience could not abide and he asked.  "Have you seen my daughter Elowyn?"

They simply shook their heads.

"Elowyn Wisp?"

The delight at hearing her name called all the monkeys to hoot and howl with delight and all their wands flew to the four winds, and thunder and lightning and fire and tides and wind and earthquakes shattered the land all about, but the monkeys did not care.

"So wise." said the first.

"So beautiful." said the second.

"So kind." said the third.

The other three nodded in agreement and said, "We have seen her.  She passed by here not more than day passed.  Best of luck!"

The man thanked the monkeys and ran onward.

And for nine days he continued to the east, and saw nothing.  The land was bleak and soon the woods faded, and the hills turned flat, and even the wind stopped.  There was nothing but bleakness as far as the eye could see, and just when the Man was despondent and could go no farther he saw a menagerie of nine bears, nine lions and nine tigers on nine gold bands each juggling nine cups.

"What is this?" the man asked wondering how such a group was gathered together, and asked them, "Have you seen my daughter Elowyn?"

They shook their heads.

"Elowyn Wisp?"

The cups went all akimbo and run on the ground, filling the land with food and plants and seas and rivers as plenty filled the world around them.

"So wise." said the first.

"So beautiful." said the second.

"So kind." said the third.

"She came by here but one hour passed" and they pointed to the east.

Heart heartened, the man ran as fast as he could after his little girl.

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CONTINUED: 15. FREIGHT Give it to me. BLOB hands Freight the schedule. BLOB The timing is precise. You will get only one shot. Still interested in taking the job? FREIGHT (beat) Yeah. I’ll take the job. ACT 1 SCENE 5 INT – INSIDE OF THE FAT SHIP BLOB’S QUARTERS. The Blob gazes left and right around shiftily. He wakes up in the middle of the night. He slowly gets up, trying not to make any noise and wake his room mate. He carefully takes out a lighter and raises it to the fire extinguisher. He lights the lighter. An alarm sounds through out the ship. The BLOB raises his hand and smiles with triumph. BLOB YES! SHIP’S CAPTAIN (V.O.) Attention crew, it has come to my attention that someone is trying to start a fire on the ship, probably in some misguided attempt at a distraction. BLOB suddenly appears very worried and scrambles to put the fire out. SHIP’S CAPTAIN (V.O.) Now, normally I’d be willing to take a change that this was merely a filthy lie and simply let you all asphyxiate but since most of you are ’VIP’s’ merely because you are rich, I’m obliged to follow the proper protocol in this instance. Which means that we’re going to drop your sorry asses down on the nearest planet and let the ship drift for the next ten months. Surprise!

Wisdom Lust Sloth

Naked City is a literary venue in Atlanta with five minutes and a single word theme.  Here are three of those pieces.

Check out this episode!

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CONTINUED: 14. BLOB The confederation really is everywhere, isn’t it? FREIGHT Fuck you. BLOB Seriously. Stop it. I’m planning on paying you enough money that you should be nice to me. FREIGHT Fine. You look handsome. BLOB (LAUGHS) I said be nice to me, not lie. OK, do you know what you’re dealing with here? FREIGHT I can imagine. But at the same time I’d like to hear the particulars. BLOB Right. So here is the deal. The place is a fortress. It has all kinds of sensors to detect any kind of food but I know a material that can shield your ship. FREIGHT Good. I’m still not sure though. BLOB 500000 coins. FREIGHT That’s double your last offer. BLOB Its worth it. FREIGHT Fine. Fine, I’ll do it. Do you have a departure date? BLOB I do. (CONTINUED)

[Fairy Tale] Elowyn Wisp - 2

You can learn of the rules here.  I felt this story deserved a title at this point.  None of the members of the group suggested a continuance, so I moved it forward.  A second story will occur on Fridays starting this week or next.

"Thank you!" said the Mother Wren as it sung a hymn to the sky of the purest dulcet tones, pleated with gratitude for the lives of her babies.  She sang so long and so sweetly that for a time the man forgot his cares and wept at the beauty of it all, but when she was done, the Wren asked,"What brings a fine strong human like you to these woods?"

"I am seeking my daughter." He asked hopefully.  "She is a small human girl with beautiful black hair and eyes as the sea at storm.  I have misplaced her."

The Wren larked sadly, a soulful cry, and replied,"Alas good sir, I have seen no human girl!"

"I shall never see Elowyn again..." he sighed, resuming his search though his heart was not in it.

"Elowyn?" the Wren asked hopefully.

"Yes.  That is the name of my daughter."  His cap came off his head and by his grasp lay in his hand.  "Have you seen her?"

"I have, but I saw no human by that name, only Elowyn Wisp, daughter of the Garland."  The Wren was confused.

Not being the brightest man, he did not ask questions but jumped up and askance,"She was here!" He beamed and jumped, "She was here!"

"She was, not more than half the day passed!"

"Which way?" He looked east and west, then up again at Mother Wren.

"That which way the sun flows!" She sang and pointed with her wing.

And off the Man went after Elowyn, but deep the sun set and dark the moon rose in the silver hue of the starry night and no sign nor hint of Wisp there were. But not passing to sleep, through thicket and wild bramble the man pressed on, never giving up hope. For three days and three nights he did this till at last a curious noise he heard aways forward.

In a Dead Man's Shoes

Posted here because Live Journal is becoming more and more of a pain to log in to every year, and I would rather write the poem in the wrong place than not at all.

In A Dead Man's Shoes
By Emmit Other

The Rhombus Trick
Is really more necessary than my nonchalance appears
I was done
Burned out
More than a multi month recovery
The kind that takes a decade
Maybe more
From which one might recover
But I have seen the killing of a brilliant gentle soul
I have the painting no one else wants
Or cared about
But it has an audience of one
Of a mother's love of her son
Frozen in time
Before mammon and El conspired
To crush a dream
The poet in me thrives
Because I don't give a fuck what you think of me
These words are mine
And you are welcome to them
Freely given
Freely written
But with prose there are Expectations
Of a lever great enough to change the world
Even to move the world just a little bit
Off of the rodeo traintrack of self deceiving doom.
But writing is that balance
Between delusion that you can win
And self awareness that you need to polish the turd
Until it shines
But after the GMVZ8pt2
There was no shine left in the can
The sham show was what it was
So understand folks
Rhombus is as real as he needs to be
To keep the parade party started
Because the alternative
Is a life of service to something
That couldn't care less if you live or die
And spawn that mostly go through the motions
I will not fade gray or die away
I shall sparkle on wondercuss
Half of the legitimate ones are phonies anyway.
I am in plenty good company to keep.
March on dented sqaure.
March on.