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Tending the Stones for the Lock XV

15th 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)

Brodie woke from his nap and felt the vibration that was constant on this plane.  He wondered which experience flying was was more common, the First Class seats he had flown in  Europe or this one as they winged their way from Russia to Mongolia. He knew the way they had taken off was far from normal.  As soon as he ran up the ramp of the plane Holly, the girl in the raggedy jump suit had hit a button and the ramp started closing and the plane started moving.

Holly had not even looked at Brodie but went forward and began to strap Mrs. Emily in and then the High Pilgrim.  Brodie stood their dumbly not knowing what to do. It was the shaking of the plane that made Brodie walk towards where Mrs. Emily was and he looked around for a chair to sit in but the only ones were for the High Pilgrim and his boss.  Hans and Dante had strapped themselves into a webbing type seats and Brodie looked around for a place he could sit as well.  The plane shook more and all of a sudden Brodie heard something striking the outside of the plane then a hole appeared in the ramp that had just retracted.  Brodie did no comprehend what was going on until later and he realized the plane had been shot a couple of times.

“Sit down you idiot.”  Holly said yelling from the cockpit.

Brodie threw himself into the old greasy cargo net  that was shaped enough like a seat to be used as such and tried to figure out how to strap himself in.

It was then that he realized how loud the plane was so in addition to the constant vibration Brodie knew that soon very soon he was going to have a headache.  After a few minutes as he felt the plane begin to level out and then Holly came into the cargo area wearing earphones and started to hand out additional ones.  When she got to Brodie she shook her head. “Sorry bud the charter said only four passengers so I only scrounged up four headsets.”  Brodie knew without a doubt he was going to have a head ache.  Holly held up a finger after a few seconds of looking down at him, she did not talk but started to feel around in her multiple pockets and at the third pocket she found what she was looking for.  Holly pulled out a pair of old slightly dirty foam ear plugs.

Brodie frowned but he held out his hand and she put the dirty things in his hand.  Holly went about her business as Brodie examined the foam plugs and tried to clean them with his hands but they did not seem to get any better so reluctantly he put the foam plugs in his ears, it helped some.

The plane shook and rattled began to bank one way then another, Holly yelled.  “Mulan what the heck are you doing up there?”

Brodie could barely hear her and he was sure that this Mulan lady in the cockpit could not hear her.

“Is everything alright?”  Brodie yelled to Holly who was standing only a few feet away.

“No we are not supposed to be going all night, we will put down to refuel.”

Brodie looked at her confused then yelled. “Retool, what are you going to retool what is wrong with the plane.”

Holly shook her head then pointed.  “No Mrs. Emily has her cane.”

Brodie shook his head and then waved her off.  Holly shrugged and went back towards the cockpit.    Brodie could feel the headache growing as his spine shook and then when he realized no one was facing him and no one could hear him he cried and then a few minutes later after he cleaned himself up with a handkerchief he always kept in his pocket he stared off into space and after what could have been ten minutes or two hours he fell asleep.

 

(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)

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 here 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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Talking

When I read about how 200 people died on a polar expedition, I wonder why they didn’t get to know the Inuit people who were around and presumably know something about surviving in the Arctic after living there for thousands of years. Talking to people is a survival mechanism.   Tim Cahill

Tim Cahill (born 1944 in Nashville, Tennessee) is a travel writer who lives in Livingston, Montana, United States. He is a founding editor of Outside magazine and currently serves as an “Editor at Large” for the magazine.


Author Tim Cahill in the South Al-Burgan Oil field, Kuwait. More than 700 wells were set ablaze by retreating Iraqi troops creating the largest man-made environmental disaster in history.
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Life

Life comes from physical survival; but the good life comes from what we care about.   Rollo May

Rollo Reese May (April 21, 1909 – October 22, 1994) was an American existential psychologist and author of the influential book Love and Will (1969). He is often associated with humanistic psychology, existentialist philosophy and, alongside Viktor Frankl, was a major proponent of existential psychotherapy. The philosopher and theologian Paul Tillich was a close friend who had a significant influence on his work.

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Tending the Stones for the Lock XIV

14th 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)

 

Webb and Bridger stood on the far side of the massive table looking across it and at the amazing vista out the window.  The snow covering the black rocks made the scene outside both harsh and intimidating.   Neither man appreciated the beauty of it but it did give them both dark thoughts of pain and intimidation.

Webb spoke first.  “You were a fool for going after the book.”

Bridger continued to stare straight ahead but spoke just loud for Webb to hear him. “Your vaulted Dragon magic was no match for the old lady.”  Then he gave a small chuckle.

“Well at least I am still a Dragon, you lost all your charms, have you found any pants that fit yet?”

With that Bridger lost his temper and pulled out the knife that all members carried and turned towards Webb who took two steps away from his colleague.

“Enough.” The booming voice came thru the double doors that had opened.  Webb could feel the magical energy proceeding the man that was coming into the room.

Webb and Bridger immediately returned to their previous positions in the room, Bridger placing the knife back into his sheath.  They immediately lowered their heads so they were staring at their shoes.

“You two have proven that you are utterly useless.”  The strong male voice stated as he entered the room.

Neither man spoke and both fought the urge to disagree as was their nature, a nature they had cultivated their entire lives.  They had both worked at being manipulative, controlling and to never back down when directly challenged at least not in things that mattered.  But here with him they forced down their desire to fight back and disagree, they had both heard stories about disagreements with him and the consequences.

“Webb.”

“My Master.”

“She is an old woman.” The voice stated.

“Yes she is Master.”

“Yes she is Master.”  The voice came back is a whiny teasing voice.  “And you, what are you about four inches taller than when you left?”

“Only three now Master.”

A fist pounded on the table.  “Only three inches taller than when you started the mission I gave you.  I other words you have lost all you charms, no magical ability that you have had for what is it five years.”

“Yes Master.”

Webb woke slowly as he looked up at the titles of the ceiling.  He looked towards his left and saw the burn spot on the wall three inches away, then Webb looked towards the table and saw Bridger’s boots that were still upright but now were empty except for a bit of blood that was running down the sides of them. It was then that the smell hit him, the very distinct odor of burnt human flesh.  Webb simply shook his head glad that it had not been him.  Webb looked up at the table and he saw it, a small statue.  Webb smiled, he was given a new assignment.

Meredith woke as the plane began its descent in St. Petersburg.  It had been three days since her mother had landed in St. Petersburg on the ferry and with any luck she would be able to find her in a hotel or sightseeing.  Meredith was a little bothered by the fact that her credit cards had not been used lately but her mother always carried a lot of cash on her so maybe she was using that to get around.

Meredith made her way down to retrieve her luggage and then stood in line to go thru customs.  She had been thru customs many times but this line was slower than any other she had been in before.  After fifteen minutes standing there after turning in her passport the customs official came back from what Meredith assumed was a coffee break as he was holding a steaming up and a pastry of some sort.  Meredith tried not to show her annoyance but she was unsure if she did a good job.  It did not matter if she showed her annoyance as the official seemed to not care one way or another.

Gathering up her passport and carry on bag she wheeled her luggage away from the customs desk and out towards the doors she saw her name on a large white board.  Meredith looked around unsure if the sign was for her.  Meredith approached the man holding the sign ‘Wallace’.   “Are you looking for me?”  She said to the man holding the sign.

“Meredith Wallace.”  The man said lowering his sign in his and reaching out his hand. “I was sent by the consulate to assist you.”

Meredith looked at him quizzically.  “But you are British?”

“Oh I am part of a task force that helps people in need, my American colleague is a little busy tonight and I am doing her a favor.”

“Oh I see.”

“Terribly sorry I forgot to introduce myself I am Basil Copley Webb.”

 

 

(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)

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?