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Jules Vernes B- Day

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A happy birthday to one of the giants of the Science Fiction world if you ever wondered about having an original thought in regards to science fiction you probably do not know his (and H.G. Well)  work well enough.

Five Weeks in a Balloon Journey to the Center of the best Earth ,Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea Around the World in Eighty DaysThe Mysterious Island, and so many more.  

Mr. Verne would have been 189 years old today, so he might be a little past putting out a new story every year.

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Tending the Stones for the Lock VI

6th part of the new weekly story.  (First Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18)

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“Dear boy just rest you had a nasty case of sea sickness.”  Emily said patting Brodie’s hand.

Brodie opened his eyes and looked up at the white ceiling but closed them again quickly.

“Brodie I am going to put a straw to you lips you are very dehydrated.”  Emily said in a comforting tone.  She carefully put the straw in his mouth and held the cup steady and she watched him sip.  She leaned down and whispered into his ear. “Ears are listening.”

“Mrs. Bartloski how is he doing?”

“Oh he will be fine Mr. Webb.”  Emily paused.  “The silly boy missed too many meals and then he was not feeling well and he got sea sick and he should have never been walking but he thought it would get better with the fresh air.”  Emily paused and then talked for the next three minutes rambling on. By this time she had seen that Brodie had opened his eyes and was looking around the room.

“Mrs. Bartloski I think it would be best if we left for Brodie to get some sleep.”  The Medic On Duty stated firmly.

Emily could tell her rambling had irritated the man sufficiently. “Okay then everyone out.”

The medic ushered Mr. Webb out of the room and then he looked to Mrs. Bartloski.

“Oh no I am staying right beside Brodie till he can get up and walk out of here on his own.  Luckily she had put her hand on his shoulder and when he went to get up she held him down.  Luckily he got the message and stayed in his bed.

The medic looked at her and just shrugged his shoulders and walked to the door and closed it softly behind him.  Emily sat down beside his bed and got comfortable.

“The book?”  Brodie said after he looked around the room to ensure it was empty.

Emily tapped the bag with her cane which was sitting between her chair and the bed.  She smiled Brodie was catching on.  He asked for another sip of water and Emily obliged him with the cup and straw.  After she had placed it back on the bed side tray Brodie spoke.  “I saw the raven again.”

“I know I saw it too.”  Emily said.

Brodie gulped audibly.

“I told you it is just a sign that the forces of magic are moving.”  She paused and sat down smoothing her skirt underneath her.  “When I was in Peru near Machu Picchu that darn raven sat on our tour bus at least four times.”

Brodie eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Nothing happened, I aligned the stones halfway down the mountain from the last UNESCO heritage site we saw and then I bought the most wonderful Peruvian caps for my grandchildren, I was actually able to get all their favorite colors, except of course for Jessica who that summer decided that her favorite color was not pink but purple.”  She looked at Brodie smiling and could see that Brodie wanted to ask a question now.  “I know what you want to ask, why can’t we go back to our room?”

Brodie nodded.

“Well when you were brought in here and they came and got me our cabin has most assuredly been searched and possibly put under a jinx or a spell, maybe it is a curse, I could never keep those straight.”

“Curses are real?”

“Well the most they could do to us, and by us I mean me is make me a little ill perhaps an upset stomach or some gas.” She could see Brodie getting upset. “You it might make a little more, some throwing up or some other gastrointestinal issues if you stay in close proximity to me.”

“Your bubble of protection that you explained to me.”

“Yes my bubble, but we have to stick together that is why I am going to have them wheel a trundle bed in here shortly and then order some food in here and we shall stay here until we dock in St. Petersburg.”  Emily eyed the room judgmentally.  “Brodie I think this room is actually bigger than ours, I know it is a converted passenger room, all these room can be converted from crew quarters to passenger quarters as they need but I do think this room is bigger than ours.

Brodie looked around and shook his head.

“You don’t think so?”  Emily said eyeing him.

“No ma’am, this room is painted white, whereas ours was painted that brownish beige color, I think it makes the room look bigger.

Emily looked around.  “I think you are right.”

The ordered food and did not talk much except inconsequential things even through Emily could tell Brodie had a lot of other questions but every time he seemed to want to question her she was able to deflect or divert him.  She directed him to stay in bed even though she could tell he was healthy enough to get up when he tried to argue with her she explained that he was their cover for staying here and not going back to their own cabin.   After the medic delivered their food and took Brodie’s pulse he left them to eat by themselves.  That is when Emily asked him about his walk on deck.

“And you were talking to Mr. Webb when the raven appeared?”

Brodie shrugged.  “I am unsure, I was talking to him and then it made a noise and he stated something about raven’s not being sea going birds.”

Emily nodded.  “No they are.”  She paused.  “Did you happen to notice if he had any scars on his hands.”

Brodie bit his lip trying to recall.  “Not that I can recall but he had a book and his hands were under the blanket as if his hands were cold.”

“Yes and when he was in here he kept his hands behind his back at all times.”

Brodie looked at her puzzled.  “And what if he did have scars?”

“Oh well some people that belong to the opposition have a curious habit of having specific scars on their hands, sometimes a symbol or a icon branded onto their hands.”

“Ouch.”  Brodie said rubbing his own hands.  “Do you think Mr. Webb is working for.”  He paused. “what did you call them ‘the opposition’?”

Emily smiled.  “I don’t like giving them any more power by naming them then they already have.  Besides I sort of believe in the adage by saying something’s name is draws it closer to you.  I tried calling them the competition but that would mean we wanted something or were vying for the same thing they wanted and that is not the case.”

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

 

 

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Moving

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The secret to keeping moving is keeping moving.   Dick Van Dyke

Richard WayneDickVan Dyke (born December 13, 1925) is an American actor, comedian, singer, dancer, writer, and producer. The older brother of Jerry Van Dyke and father of Barry Van Dyke, his entertainment career has spanned almost seven decades. After gaining recognition on radio and Broadway, Van Dyke became known for his role as Rob Petrie on the CBS television sitcom The Dick Van Dyke Show, which ran from 1961 to 1966. He also gained significant popularity for roles in the musical films Bye Bye Birdie (1963), Mary Poppins (1964), and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968). His other prominent film appearances include roles in The Comic (1969), Dick Tracy (1990), Curious George (2006), Night at the Museum (2006), and Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb (2014).

31-5-67 Dick Van Dyke here for film – The popular American comedian, Dick Van Dyke, arrived in London yesterday. He is here to film and Ian Fleming story, “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”, to be produced by Cubby Broccoli at Pinewood. Photo Shows: Dick Van Dyke goes through a dance routine, on the terrace of his hotel in London yesterday.
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Dick Van Dyke here for film – The popular American comedian, Dick Van Dyke, arrived in London yesterday. He is here to film and Ian Fleming story, “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”, to be produced by Cubby Broccoli at Pinewood. Photo Shows: Dick Van Dyke goes through a dance routine, on the terrace of his hotel in London yesterday.
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Magic

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Every time I go to a movie, it’s magic, no matter what the movie’s about.    Steven Spielberg

Steven Allan Spielberg (born December 18, 1946) is an American director, producer, and screenwriter. He is considered one of the founding pioneers of the New Hollywood era, as well as being viewed as one of the most popular directors and producers in film history. He is also one of the co-founders of DreamWorks Studios.

In a career spanning more than four decades, Spielberg’s films have spanned many themes and genres. Spielberg’s early science-fiction and adventure films, such as Jaws (1975), Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977), Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981), and E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982), were seen as archetypes of modern Hollywood escapist filmmaking.[6]In later years, his films began addressing humanistic issues such as the Holocaust, the transatlantic slave trade, civil rights, war, and terrorism in such films as The Color Purple (1985), Empire of the Sun (1987), Schindler’s List (1993), Amistad (1997), Saving Private Ryan (1998), Munich (2005), War Horse (2011), Lincoln (2012), and Bridge of Spies (2015). His other films include Jurassic Park (1993), A.I. Artificial Intelligence (2001), and War of the Worlds (2005).

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Tending the Stones for the Lock V

5th part of the new weekly story.  (First Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18)

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“Mrs. Emily why are we going to St. Petersburg.”   It was the first time they had sat down alone since he had picked her up from her room this morning.  She had orchestrated their ride from the hotel this morning and Brodie initially thought they were going to the airport.  They had even driven thru the airport departure area but never stopped and immediately headed for the ferry station and boarded the ferry with moments to spare before the ferry departed.

Mrs. Emily smiled warmly. “I have some business to attend to in Russia, don’t worry I arranged the visas yesterday.”

“Visas?”  Brodie looked at her confused.

“Yes I made some calls to the embassy yesterday, they dropped them off yesterday while you were sightseeing.”

“You said you were taking a nap.”  Brodie said shocked.

“Well I did nap for a bit, but then the nice young man from the embassy stopped by.  He was from Kansas but he went to school at Northwestern.”

Brodie just nodded as she rambled on talking about the young man from the embassy who had attended Northwestern she probably would have kept on going but she stopped suddenly and faced the door of their cabin.

Brodie turned and looked towards the door and he heard a sound too.  It sounded like someone had stopped outside the door.  He looked down at the crack underneath the door and saw a shadow cross in front of the door.  He turned and looked at Mrs. Emily who had a finger to her mouth motioning for him to be quiet.  Brodie watched as she stood up and took a step towards the door and slowly and quietly latched the interior lock on the door of their cabin.  She sat back down and Brodie was about to ask her a question and she motioned again for him to be quiet.  Reaching into her bowling ball bag she pulled a wooded wedge and  handed it to Brodie and motioned for him to place it under the door.  Brodie did as his boss directed and jammed the wedge underneath the door. Just seconds after the wedge was in place he saw the door handle begin to move. Brodie was froze but  glanced over towards Mrs. Emily who had steepled her hands and smiled.  Brodie watched the door handle stop moving then he heard a metal on metal scraping as to what he could only guess was someone picking the door lock.  The two of them sat silently and watched the lock being picked.  The final click when the latch was disengaged was the loudest thing in the room and Brodie half turned to see Mrs. Emily who was still looking calmly at the door with steepled hands and nodded when she saw Brodie was looking at her.  The next thing he knew there was a sudden push on the door but the wedge held the door closed, Brodie was immediately very grateful s he had it, but then he wondered why she had it.

“Go away we don’t want any thank you.”  Mrs. Emily said sternly.

Brodie saw the shadow stop moving at the door, then a few moments later he saw the shadow move away from the door.  Brodie looked back at the older lady he thought he knew and shook his head and placed his head in his hands.  “Mrs. Emily I am so confused what is going on?”

Mrs. Emily placed her hand on his head and rubbed his hair.  “Brodie you have been a real trooper and I know that you have done a lot without much explanation so I am going to explain some things to you.”

Brodie looked up and looked relieved. “That would be very nice.”

“Well first let me tell you about some other trips I have been on.”

 

One hour later Brodie had made his way up to the top deck of the ferry and found himself on the stern.  He kept looking over his shoulder wondering if the person who had tried to break into their cabin would come up to him.  Mrs. Emily stated the person who tried to enter their room would not approach him directly as he was unimportant to them, it was her and her wooden encased book which was very important to them.  She had stonewalled him when he tried to discover who the people were that wanted her book, answering only that the book was valuable to them.  Brodie asked if the book was worth a lot of money seeing how old it was and she simply stated it was the information that is contained that was important.

Brodie walked out of the room but only after Mrs. Emily had insisted that when was safe.  He did not leave until he heard the wedge being placed back under the door.  Brodie was scared he did not know what he had gotten himself into and just wanted to go home.  He looked down at his hand, he was carrying his library book and noted that it was now overdue by a day.  With this trip continuing he wondered how overdue his book was going to be.  He would have mailed it back to his sister but he worried that it would be lost in the international mail and he would have to pay for it.  Besides what if Mrs. Emily decided to go home and he beat it home, he would feel very silly paying the extra money that he did not have to.

Brodie stared out over the water, he was not even sure what the name of the water he was on, it seemed kind of silly but if the ship sunk he would not even know what water he was drowning in.  This bothered him for some reason so he went looking for a crew member, it did not take him long before he found a crew member walking to deck with a clipboard.

“Excuse me sir.”  Brodie said.

The man stopped and looked at him smiling.

“This may sound silly, but what is the name of the water we are traveling on?”

The man smiled and answered something in what he guessed was Finish.

Brodie let out a breath of air in a sigh.  “Thank you anyways.”

Again something in Finish and the man walked away with his clipboard.

“I am sorry but I could not help but overhear your question.”  A rich baritone with a British accent said from behind him.  Brodie turned and saw a man sitting on a deck chair with heavy wool blanket covering his lap and a thick book on top of that.

“I know it is a silly question but I would really like to know.”  Brodie said with what he thought was a slightly desperate tone.

“Nonsense young man, an inquiring mind should be encouraged.”  The man said plainly.  “This is the Baltic Sea, to be more exact you are crossing the Bay of Finland.”

Brodie nodded.  “Thank you.”

“I take it this is your first trip abroad and it is not you directing your journey.”

Brodie shook his head.  “Well I traveled to Canada once, but this is my first trip overseas and you are right my boss is directing our travels and I am just along to help her out.”

“A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.”  The older man stated.  “That is from you country man John Steinbeck.”

“I think Mr. Steinbeck would appreciate the Baltic Sea.”  Brodie said looking around at the cloudy sky.  “I’ve lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.”

The man smiled a genuine smile. “I am impressed and American that can quote something other than lines from a movie.”  He reached out his hand.  “Basil Copley Webb.”

Reaching out his hand.  “Brodie Quint.”  It was when he said his name that the noise happened. ‘Kaw’.  Brodie turned his head towards the noise and saw the large black bird settling on wire strung between parts of the ship looking directly at him.

“A raven, that is very strange they are not usually sea going birds.”  Basil said.

Brodie did the only thing he could do he fainted.

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

 

 

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Valentine

I got a Valentine’s Day card from my girl. It said, ‘Take my heart! Take my arms! Take my lips!’ Which is just like her. Keeping the best part for herself.  Robert Orben

Robert Orben (born March 4, 1927) is best known as an American professional comedy writer, though he also worked as a speechwriter for Gerald R. Ford and as a magician. He has written multiple books on comedy, mostly collections of gags and “one-liners” originally written for his newsletter, Orben’s Current Comedy, and he has also written books for magicians.