[Fairy Tale] Untitled Tale #2

You can learn of the rules here.  This is the seconds of the seeds that the group created.  This tale will be updated on Fridays until done.

Once there was a terrible storm at sea, with lightning and thunder and wind most foul. The king's grand longboat had spun upon the sea like a piece of cork and finally been pulled apart.  

“Hutetu!” cried the young prince as he grabbed for a raft made of timbers, being torn hither and yon by the deep blue sea. Just as the sea was about to rip free his grip, the raft's sole inhabitant, a young ship's boy, an orphan of low class, grabbed the prince's hand to save him.

The prince pulled his hand away, refusing the filthy boy's touch, and was thrown free by the pell mell crashing of the waves. The ship's boy wanted to cling to the raft, but no one should drown, so he let go and swam out to him, but the prince would have none of it.

Finally, the ship's boy asked the Sea if she would save the prince. The Sea being as she is, and at that moment being full of fury and candor, screeched back, "Why ask me to save the prince, when I have taken your captain and the sailors and the king and the vicar?”

“Because it is something I can ask. Please save him.”

The Sea said, "What a feckless fool you are. He is braggart and unworthy of me.”

“Please,” said the ship's boy as he swam back toward the raft.

“Very well,” said the Sea in annoyance, "but he shall regret it.”

And so the Sea saved two lives that day, because she could. 

In all the world, there is an island for every kind of animal where they talk and run all the live long day as if the island were their own. And the prince she sent to the Island of Baboons, where they eat with their faces and snarl and scratch and are most uncivilized. And so, the prince became a baboon.

But the ship's boy she sent to the Island of Turtles, because turtles are kind, as was the boy.  And, anyway, the island was close, and so not much work for her to put him there. And the sun came out, and the sky cleared and the Sea calmed, content in her good deed, quickly forgetting the dead souls caught deep within her bosom.

The ship's boy washed ashore, exhausted by the long ordeal, and promptly fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke, two wide eyes looked down on him. 

[Script] Unfood - Page 18

CONTINUED: 18. FREIGHT I’m stranded. SHIP’S COMPUTER I’m Terribly Sorry about that. We’re working to fix the problem but the next supply ship will not be here for DIFFERENT FAKE VOICE Three months two days and seven hours. SHIP’S COMPUTER In the mean time, feel free to enjoy the ship’s facilities as much as you like. Per interstellar treaty, you will be billed for your time on board, but we recognize the difficult situation in which you find yourself, and will gratefully extend you a line of credit until you are able to pay us back. FREIGHT Thanks. SHIP’S COMPUTER No, thank you. Service is pleasure. FREIGHT Right. SHIP’S COMPUTER Thank you. FREIGHT Shut up. SHIP’S COMPUTER Of course. Thank you for asking me to shut up. FREIGHT SHUT UP! SHIP’S COMPUTER Gratefully shutting up now.

[Fairy Tale] Elowyn Wisp - Part 4

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.
He walked through a briar patch made of rosewood and dust, swirling around with sapphire and ruby dust motes.  As he walked the stars shimmered and rippled as if the sky were a bed sheet being changed with new stars each time someone shook the sheets.  The ground hummed and as he walked it worked up his bones and to his teeth.

Then he came to a large lake surrounded by white and gold bamboo, with all of it cut and formed into a giant artificial island in thick slabs as wide as a man's leg with a regal pathway that went to the still waters.  Soft gentle music slowly played in the background.

There was his daughter, lying despondent on the ground.  She was so sad and crying so hard that her father did not know what to do.

"Why are you crying Elowyn?"  he asked her.

At first, she did not hear and wept only.

Despondent, he tried again.  "Why are you crying daughter mine?"

At this she stopped crying and looked up, looking hopefully at her father and then she started crying a second time.

A third time he asked,"Why are you crying my beloved daughter? I will do anything I can to make it better or fix what is wrong.."

And then she smiled.

[Script] Unfood - Page 17

17. ACT 1 SCENE 7 SCENE EXTERIOR – MARGARET TETHERED TO THE FATSHIP – NIGHT The Margaret lists back and forth. The strain of the event causes the rope to chafe against the Fatship until a piece of the foil is cut and floats away. SCENE INTERIOR – RADAR OF THE FATSHIP – NIGHT The Margaret shows up on the Fatship’s Radar. SCENE INTERIOR – ALERT CLAXON ACTIVATING – DAY Freight panics. He runs back toward his ship. SCENE INTERIOR – CARGO BAY OF THE FATSHIP – DAY Bob is activated. He is sent out a hatch to the outside. SCENE INTERIOR – HALLWAY OF THE FATSHIP – DAY Freight runs towards the Margaret. He stops to catch his breath. He is obviously not in very good shape. SCENE EXTERIOR – TETHER BETWEEN THE MARGARET AND THE FATSHIP Bob cuts the tether. The Margaret begins to drift away. SCENE INTERIOR – HALL OF THE FATSHIP Freight gets to the airlock and watches the Margaret drift away. FREIGHT Not good.... END OF ACT 1 ACT 2 SCENE 1 INT – INSIDE OF THE SHIP – DAY Freight stands at the control center and talks to the computer. (CONTINUED)

Status of the Blog and Writing

My next project involves physical layout for Grenademan vs the Zombies in Scribus, which is both harder and easier to use than word...it is a new learning curve and I have learned a lot due to the an excellent online coarse by the editor of GIMP magazine.  The good news is that it doesn't think it knows better than I do so I can do anything with the pages including implementing some of Andrew's suggestions. The bad news is that 'simple' things like the page number have to be done manually until I can figure out how to quasi automate it.  Its learning but worth it.  Unfortunately, due to the 12 hours I spent fixing the sound files on the TGAW podcast archive, I was totally burnt out this weekend and unable to work on it.
Speaking of which, given the numbers on this blog at least, it sure looks like my writing on this blog and scripts are a hell of a lot more popular than the tossing grenades at windmills podcast. :D Moreover, Saved from the Circular file, the 'b side' unedited podcast about not my writing but other things was more popular too....tells me that after I finish my life goal about seven novels maybe I should stick to scripts and producing/publishing for other people and just dabble in short stories or the occasional novel...we shall see but I will give at least one good try at touring and marketing my own book (Forever West) in 2016.
Current plans in the blog include a full weekly schedule
Monday - Status/Blurbs from Rhombus, the occasional short fiction piece from the 500 or Naked City.
Tuesday - Script
Wed - Fairy Tale (also moderately popular and thus the sixth novel will likely be 8 interweaving fairy tales...)
Thur - Script
Friday - Second fairy tale
Sat - Tossing Grenades at windmill's podcast
Sunday - Saved from the circular file.
Current writing projects
-Desktop publishing for GMVZ
-Desktop publishing for Spiders in the Sugar Factory
-Proofreading for Forever West
-Cover for Forever West
-Map for Forever West
-World Notes for Forever West
-DeskTop Publishing for Forever West
-Edit Making the Demon
-Edit remaining TC Ricks Stories
-Begin writing Rhombus Ticks stories
-In November do 6th Novel, The Heliotrope Book of Modern Fairy Tales (Working title)
-Keep writing TGAW (7th novel) - need to restart
-Write three or four more poems for the League of Christmas Darkness for the TGAW Podcast
That's a lot.  Right now, I'm focused on the first.  Likely to have one or two writing and one or two editing and one or two desk top going at any given time.
Oh, forgot to add, looking at Jay's script for the Sentinel Chronicles, working with Greg on DADS (Sanford, not Ricks), and the 500 and Naked City....busy times. :D
I'll try to do one of these a month....

[Podcast] Saved from the Circular File - Episode 1

Grenademan Vs The Zombies - Chapter 10b

The battle for the town is in full swing and Grenademan is trying to rescue one of the four in the straights of the ....Caribean...which are totally not actually straights.

 

Written by TC Ricks

Sound Editing: Greyson Bergmann

Editing: Fiona Skye

Performed by Rhombus Ticks

Check out this episode!