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Spirt

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There are only two forces in the world, the sword and the spirit. In the long run the sword will always be conquered by the spirit.          Napoleon Bonaparte

Napoleon Bonaparte (15 August 1769 – 5 May 1821) was a French military and political leader who rose to prominence during the French Revolution and led several successful campaigns during the French Revolutionary Wars. As Napoleon I, he was Emperor of the French from 1804 until 1814, and again in 1815. Napoleon dominated European and global affairs for more than a decade while leading France against a series of coalitions in the Napoleonic Wars. He won most of these wars and the vast majority of his battles, building a large empire that ruled over continental Europe before its final collapse in 1815. One of the greatest commanders in history, his wars and campaigns are studied at military schools worldwide. Napoleon’s political and cultural legacy has ensured his status as one of the most celebrated and controversial leaders in human history.

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He also appeared with that Oscar nominated Rabbit, Bugs Bunny, snorting snuff.

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Tending the Stones for the Lock X

10th part of the new weekly story.  (1st 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) (Part 19)

 

 

Meredith Wallace put down the phone, this was the third time in an hour she had tried her mother and it went right to voice mail every time.  Meredith sighed, mom was so aggravating sometimes, she would refuse to answer her phone for hours and sometimes never even listened to her voice mail messages.  It was not that her Mom was afraid of technology, heck the lady had a Mac Book Air with its on Internet connection.  She was one of the first persons she knew to get involved in EBay and had no fear of ordering clothes and gifts on line.  No Meredith thought her mother was just obstinate and did not like to be controlled by what she called the electronic leash.  Thankfully she did not get angry or upset if you did not call or respond to an voice mail so at least she was not a hypocrite.

Meredith looked at her phone, he mother had sent her an email today, it was light an breezy saying how she would be staying with her friend Helen a few more days.  Typical mother.

A few hours later Ms. Meredith decided it was time to treat herself to an afternoon at the bookstore, her kids were busy with their afterschool activities and friends and her husband was on a business trip to San Diego so what better time to peruse the local book store and relax with a cup of coffee.

One hour later she was sitting in the coffee shop adjacent to book store leafing thru her magazine she was wondering if she should get a refill of her tea or maybe indulge her sweet tooth with a pastry.

“Meredith is that you?”

Meredith looked up and saw it was Helen.

“It is you Meredith how have you been and where is you mother, I tried calling her to tell her I was coming to town for a few days but that naughty girl has not responded to any of my calls or texts.”

Meredith was in shock but Helen did not let her speak.  “You know she is such a feisty gal your mother, I suppose she is still of on her little adventure.  Why Finland this time of year I have no idea, Finland is best in the fall, of course your mother is into strange trips, I consider it roughing it if the hotel does not have a twenty-four hour a day masseuse on call.”  Helen took a breath and motioned for her ever constant companion, a driver/assistant to come close. “Mary could you get me a tea, green and two pastries, one chocolate one caramel,”  She looked at Meredith then started digging through her purse. “I just can’t decide between caramel or chocolate lately, so we can share the pastries.”  She retrieved from her purse her compact and started checking herself out in the small mirror.

“You said my mother was were Helen?”

Helen never looked up. “Finland, or maybe it was Sweden, I know it was one of those Scandinavian countries, is Denmark considered part of Scandinavia, I know it is in the general area but I am not sure.”

“She was supposed to be visiting you Helen, didn’t she come up to see you last week, on Tuesday.”

Helen put her compact down after she completed her checks and started looking thru her purse for her wallet.  “Last Tuesday, no I have not seen your mother in about two months.”  Meredith thought. “I know it was not Norway because when someone mentions Norway I always think of my third husband, he was of Norwegian descent, so tall, so blonde but he had this terrible desire for fish all the time. I know they say fish is brain food and Wilmer was incredibly smart, at least when it came to money but you can only eat fish maybe once or twice a week then you become tired of it, of course he did not consider lobster fish, I tell you I think I could a lobster dish four times a week.”  Helen stopped when Mary came and placed the pastries and tea on the table. Helen looked over to where Meredith was, and noticed that Meredith was no longer there and caught a glimpse of her going the out the front door or the coffee shop.

Helen paused her talking and reviewed the conversation then looked at Mary.  “I don’t think I was supposed to tell her about the trip to Finland, yes it was definitely Finland that Emily went to.”

Mary simply nodded.

Helen smiled at her assistant. “Well sit dear, I simply cannot eat both of these pastries myself.”

 

Meredith let herself into her mother’s house deactivating the alarm as she entered before she took another step she looked closely at the control panel, it had not been deactivated since the date her mother had called telling her the lie about going to Helen’s.    She saw that her mother had at least called to have the mail stopped so this trip to Finland was not a truly spontaneous decision.

Slamming down her keys on the kitchen table grabbed her mother’s address book and found the number she was looking for she sat at her mother’s desk and dialed the house phone.  “Hi this is Meredith Wallace.”

“Yes my mother is Ms. Emily and you are Brodie’s sister?”

“Well I was wondering if you had heard from Brodie in the last couple of days?”  Meredith got a pencil from the jar and got her pen ready.

“You got an e-mail three days ago?  He was enjoying Finland and wondered if you could keep his cat a few more days because they were taking a ferry to St. Petersburg.”

Upon hearing St. Petersburg Meredith snapped the pencil in her hand.

“Yes my mother is generous but I am sure Brodie is earning his pay on the trip.  Is there any chance I can get Brodie’s e-mail address, just in case of an emergency of course.”  Meredith stated trying not to sound anxious, writing down the address she repeated it back to be sure she got it down correctly then stated she would remind Brodie about his library book being overdue.

Meredith was about to start drafting an e-mail but then thought of something else and reached up and  found the sealed envelop that was kept under a stack of books.  She normally would have hesitated before opening it but her mother had given her no choice.  She unfolded the white papers inside and looked over her mother’s passwords to both her bank accounts and her credit cards.

Logging into the computer she opened the internet browser.  “Mother where are you and what are you thinking?”

 

(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) (Part 19)

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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College

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I quit college so fast I didn’t even clean out my locker.    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.

While still a student, he was offered a small unpaid intern job at Universal Studios with the editing department. He was later given the opportunity to make a short film for theatrical release, the 26-minute, 35mm, Amblin’, which he wrote and directed. Studio vice president Sidney Sheinberg was impressed by the film, which had won a number of awards, and offered Spielberg a seven-year directing contract. It made him the youngest director ever to be signed for a long-term deal with a major Hollywood studio. He subsequently dropped out of college to begin professionally directing TV productions with Universal. Spielberg later returned to Cal State Long Beach and completed his BA degree in Film and Electronic Arts in 2002.

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Flame

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The human relationship to combustion is as mysterious as it is fraught with madness. From the candle flame to the nuclear blast, it has lit up the human imagination with fear and fascination.    Michael Leunig

Michael Leunig (born 2 June 1945), typically referred to as Leunig (his signature on his cartoons), is an Australian cartoonist, poet and cultural commentator. His best known works include The Adventures of Vasco Pyjama and the Curly Flats series. He was declared an Australian Living Treasure by the National Trust of Australia in 1999.

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Tending the Stones for the Lock IX

9th 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)

 

 

“Why what is going on?”  Brodie stated but Mrs. Emily did not answer.  Then she stood still and dropped her cane.  I went to pick it up but she growled.  “Did you just growl?”  Brodie stepped back away then he felt it, the air was humming, or maybe it was vibrating.  The air was charged like it was electrified.  He realized he had stepped back further from Mrs. Emily and if she fell he would not be able to assist her.  That is when he saw a blue glow.  The air around Mr. Webb was glowing as if he had a neon light strapped to his back.  Brodie shook his head then rubbed his eyes.  Then Mrs. Emily took a single step forward and he saw a similar glow from Mrs. Emily but whereas Mr. Webb’s was blue Mrs. Emily’s was green.

Brodie fell over a stone.  He realized he had been walking backwards this entire time and was a good distance away from Mrs. Emily now.  He watched as the older lady continued to take steps towards the road.  He looked for the High Pilgrim for help and did not see the older man.  Hans and Dante were standing in front of the RV with two long wooden staffs.  Where they had gotten them Brodie was unsure but they held the two figures in dark clothing back from approaching the RV.  Every once in while one of the dark figures would move as if to go around the RV but the two monks would stop them with a swing of the long wooden weapon.

Brodie turned back towards Mrs. Emily who had stopped advancing and the green glow around her had grown while the blue light around Mr. Webb and darkened and was almost a purple color.   Then all of a sudden the lights ceased and Mr. Webb fell down to both knees.  Brodie could see Mrs. Emily was wavering and he ran to her picking up her cane that she had left ten feet behind her as she advanced across the field.

“Are you okay?” Brodie asked.

“Yes.”  Brodie could tell she was lying as she was sweating and he saw that she was visibly shaking.  Then Mrs. Emily said quietly don’t let me fall till after Webb has left.”

Brodie looked up and the two figures, men he now saw, dressed in traditional mid-eastern robes were helping Mr. Webb into the car.  He watched as Mr. Webb was loaded into the back of the black car, none too carefully he noted and the car drove off without even fastening the older man into a seat belt.

Mrs. Emily followed the car with Brodie then when they were lost going down into a nearby valley she collapsed.  Luckily Brodie caught her and began to carry her back to the RV.

The High Pilgrim was coming down the step and Brodie brushed past the man without a word but glared at him when he saw he was about to talk. He laid Mrs. Emily in the rearmost bed of the RV and immediately felt for her pulse.  It was strong, a little rapid but he noticed it slowing down.  He then got out the blood pressure cuff and took her pressure.  The pressure was a little high but he took it again and noted it had dropped a few points.

“Are you okay?”  Brodie said as he saw her looking up at him as took the cuff off her.

“I am fine, I am so sorry for growling at you in the field but I was concentrating very hard and could not think of what to say that would get your attention.”

“That is okay Mrs. Emily can I get you a drink of water or something?”

She reached out and grabbed his hand firmly.  “No I am fine, but I think I would like to take a nap now.  Please have some dark chocolate ready for me when I wake up, I have a feeling I am going to need the calories.”

“Okay if you think that is best, I will be back in to check on you in a little while.”

“Good boy.”  Mrs. Emily said and gave his hand a squeeze and then turned over on her side to sleep.

Brodie made sure her cane was close by then checked the schedule on phone to see if she was due for any medicine and saw it would be hour before anything was called for.  He backed out of the the small bedroom and closed the door behind him.  He was met by the High Pilgrim and his two monks.  He glared at the High Pilgrim.  “Where were you and when she was doing,” he searched for his a word “whatever it was she was doing out in that field?”  He realized he was using a very angry tone and immediately got a very upset stomach which he did every time he got into a heated confrontation with someone.

The High Pilgrim looked at him curiously.  “What did you see?”

This brought up Brodie short and he stopped and took a step back his acidic stomach forgotten for a second. “I saw some weird lights, from Mrs. Emily a green glow and from Mr. Webb the glow started out blue then kinda changed to purple.”

The High Pilgrim nodded thoughtfully.

“What happened out there?”  Brodie said sinking into a chair.

“Well there are some very old names for it, but basically you just witnessed as far as your beliefs allowed a magical duel between two powerfully trained people.”

Brodie shook  his head then he started to shake.  “Its all real, magic, demons its all real.”  He quickly put his head down below his legs.  The High Pilgrim stood over him and patted his back. “It will be alright Brodie you are with the good guys.”

Brodie took a deep breath and nodded, then he threw up all over the High Pilgrims high top black canvas Converse sneakers.

“You are taking it very well.”  The High Pilgrim stated calmly.

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)

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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Interested

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I’m an actor… I do a job and I go home. Why are you interested in me? You don’t ask a truck driver about his job.   James Gandolfini

James Joseph Gandolfini Jr. (September 18, 1961 – June 19, 2013) was an American actor and producer. He was best known for his role as Tony Soprano, an Italian-Americancrime boss, in the HBO crime drama The Sopranos. He garnered enormous praise for his performance, winning three Emmy Awards, three Screen Actors Guild Awards, and one Golden Globe Award.

 

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