The site is renewed for the next 2 years. Now to actually use it from time to time.
Or Did it? I just had an awful, but darkly amusing thought. What if our shadows were biological weapons? That is to say some violent alien species engineered parasites that could attach themselves to all life on Earth. They engineered these parasites to look like a common occurrence on the planet. The common shadow. These parasites can mold themselves to fit any size or any shape and blend into our actual shadows. Don’t worry, these parasites can’t actually hurt us. They are merely spies, watching your every move and reporting what they’ve seen to there leaders when you’re not looking. Don’t bother checking, these things have lightning fast reflexes. They’ll never allow themselves to get caught. When their masters finally invade, you better be ready to fight. If you try to hide, the shadows will tell their masters where you are hiding. Good Luck.
I logged into Facebook today and once again I was assaulted by a ton of political pictures (both left and right winged) that were full of ignorance, negativity, and all out bullshit. Either the picture or statement was an outright lie, or an oversimplification of a complicated issue. In addition to the political BS, there were the conspiracy nuts and the outright hateful posts directed at one group or another. I decided I have had enough and have begun the slow process of weeding out these people that I want nothing to do with. (Most of these “friends” were added because I played Mafia Wars at one time. January of last year, I quit cold-turkey. That game was driving me batshit insane and I had to stop. Zynga games are mind numbing bullshit anyway.)
The whole reason I’m up in arms about some silly posts on Facebook is because I have come to realize one thing: we are living in a new type of Dark Age. Continue reading
Free time is nonexistent.
I want to write. No time.
College is eating my soul.
Only one more quarter.
I wonder what it would be like if I tried my hand at a mini-mystery. I’ve done supernatural horror, superhero, and fantasy, I’m sure I could plot out a whodunit. Perhaps I’ll try during my off time between classes. See, I once again have a schedule that is all over the place, plenty of time in between classes. However, I haven’t had my Senior Project class yet, so depending on what is required, I may or may not have the time to do so. I figure if I can devote an hour a day to working out, I could probably devote another hour to writing depending on if I have school assignments or not. Continue reading
My short story, Alcoholic Anonymous: Inebriated Superhero, is now up. You can find it under Writings, or click HERE.
This story was entered into a contest over at Worth1000.com. I ended the contest with a 4.822. There were some voters that liked it, and those who had some just criticisms. Initially, I wasn’t a fan of the criticisms but I took a second look at the comments and realized that there were also compliments joining the criticisms. Sometimes its hard to see the positive stuff when you are given negative stuff.
Anyway, hope you enjoy it.
My most recent short story will be released on Friday, when the contest I put it in ends. Currently that contest is open for voting and I have a fairly decent score over there, which makes me happy. I don’t really enter these contests to win… well, I do…. but my main reason is that I like to receive comments and criticism outside of my usual audience, that being family and friends. I’ve received some good constructive criticism a few times from these contests. Other times, I get something vague along the lines of “you suck,” which doesn’t help me.
Back on subject, the short will be released on Friday morning. Hope you like it.
Carnage USA starts off with scenes from the small meatpacking town of Doverton, CO, and then starts the terror immediately. Cletus Kasady wastes no time terrorizing the towns residents. Word gets to the Avengers and they head out to stop the madman, but Carnage is ready for a fight.
The writing in this comic is top notch. Zeb Wells doesn’t hold back and makes Carnage as nasty as possible. Needless to say, this comic isn’t kid-friendly. Wells also did a brilliant thing by taking one page to show the quiet nature of Doverton. Doing so only amplifies the terror that the towns folk must be feeling. And that terror must be great because Carnage goes after everyone: The workers, the cops, the children, and he even abducts a baby. Wells has definitely nailed the creep factor in tight.
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So I went ahead and wrote something for a contest over at Worth1000.com (no cash prizes, just something to do.) Enjoy the preview. I’ll release the full story after the contest ends and voting is complete, which may be 2-3 weeks from now. Enjoy the preview!
The Black Lightning affected us all, I’m sure no one will forget. It vaporized most of the people it touched and destroyed half the city. I was stuck in the factory, along with a few coworkers. Some of them panicked and ran out into the storm. One by one, we watched as they turned into clouds of dust. Some were blasted at the door, others lasted much longer, some as far as 10 blocks. Only one guy made it home. The rest of us decided to wait it out.
3 days had passed when I saw her. A little girl had run into the street. She was screaming for her mommy. I don’t know what pushed me to do what I did. Maybe I felt a need for redemption, or maybe it was the right thing to do. The moment she walked out into the street, I bolted for her. I ran as fast as my legs could take me. I got to her, picked her up, and raced back to the building. The moment I put her down, the lightning struck me.
Argh. Had to lock-down my paper on Biometrics. It kept getting spam comments and I kept getting emailed about those comments needing approval. So for that particular page, spam comments have been disabled. I know how much that breaks all your hearts, sorry.
Meanwhile, I continue to study for my A+ exam. Also continuing the planning process for the short story I mentioned earlier. Winter break = free time to do stuff.
