rone: (bowler)

[livejournal.com profile] jorm asked on Facebook, "Wanted: someone to write fictional wiki articles about fictional albums made by a fictional band."  I'd had something kicking around in my head that was intended to go into my probably-never-to-be-finished novel, so i put it together as best as i could recall, and improvised the rest.

rone: (brock)

"Captain Dalmas, sir?  It's me, Corporal Weimar."

"Of course it's you, Corporal," growled the captain.  "Your stench is unmistakeable and fills me with dread, because you are soon to follow.  Why are you invading my presence this time?"

"Sir, we've captured... one of them."

"Oh, really?  And by 'we', i'm sure that you aren't actually including yourself, as i'm certain you lack the backbone for that sort of dirty work."

"Sir," Weimar whined, "that's not fair—"

"Silence," snapped Dalmas, who turned to look at the corporal for the first time.  "You are a disgrace.  It beggars belief that we are forced to admit into the army those of impure birth such as yourself.  It sickens me to know that i share a uniform with a mongrel like you." He stared down the corporal a few more seconds and said, "Take me to the prisoner."

They left the tent and Weimar led the officer towards the front line, towards a small pass in the hills to the northwest.  The dim light of dusk showed a group of soldiers circling a large creature.

"It's so big."

"First time looking at one, eh, Weimar?  Yes, they're big.  They could crush or fatally kick any one of us if we let them.  But that's why i'm here, to make sure none of us lets them.  And my tactics have succeeded here, obviously, as this group of soldiers has taken down this beast."

As they reached the group, one of the soldiers turned around and saluted.  "Sir!  We have capt—"

"Yes, yes, i'm not blind.  Excellent work, soldier.  All of you!  Hold it down.  I wish to speak to it."

The soldiers scurried around as they obeyed their orders.  Dalmas walked around to its head.  "So here we are, you and i.  You were scouting, no doubt.  What did you learn?  What were you going to tell your monstrous masters about us?"

The creature snorted and rolled its eyes, but said nothing.

"Do not defy me!" barked Dalmas.  "Tell me now!"

"You want me to tell you something?" it screamed.  "Hear this!  The dog days are over!  The dog days are done!  The horses are coming, and you'd better run!"

"Very well," snarled Dalmas, who looked up at his troop.  "Kill it."

The pack yelped and tore the horse apart.

rone: (evil)

"Beginnings are important.  Our births are the starting point for our lives, and so will this birth.  That's why tonight we will begin to take over the birthing ground for our new nation."

The crowd cheered.

"You know what i was told?  I was told that that you can't be born or raised in a place that doesn't exist.  But true inspiration is not constrained by the artificiality of borders imposed by men of narrow vision.  We must never stop believing in a better world, a world promised to us in our national anthem, a song handed down across the generations, waiting for the chosen sons and daughters to embrace its message.  You rode into this train depot, and at midnight, we will walk into the promised land, and the streetlights will be our witness!"

The cheers exploded.  The clock struck twelve.  The invasion of Windsor had begun.

rone: (invincirone)

Brigitte's ocular servos rotated until her lenses focused on the shape in front of her.  "Boris?  You have interrupted my recharge cycle."

"I did, Brigitte, but as you can see, we are in trouble."  Boris extended a ferrous arm towards Brigitte as he extended the other towards the windows at the top of the basement where they were.  Water was gushing in at a prodigious rate.

"The dam," said Brigitte.  "Our estimates were too optimistic."

"And the Creator punished us by leaving us behind while he escaped."  Boris's voice betrayed no emotion, as it was unable to convey more than a neutral conversational inflection.

"We shall cease to function once the water fills the room," said Brigitte.

Boris took her in his arms, their bodies clanking gently as they met.  "If i am to cease functioning, i wish to spend every last moment with you."

"Oh, Boris, you know how to make my gyros wobble."

—— 
For consideration: "The city's aflood / and our love turns to rust"

rone: (Default)

Brigitte's ocular servos rotated until her lenses focused on the shape in front of her.  "Boris?  You have interrupted my recharge cycle."

"I did, Brigitte, but as you can see, we are in trouble."  Boris extended a ferrous arm towards Brigitte as he extended the other towards the windows at the top of the basement where they were.  Water was gushing in at a prodigious rate.

"The dam," said Brigitte.  "Our estimates were too optimistic."

"And the Creator punished us by leaving us behind while he escaped."  Boris's voice betrayed no emotion, as it was unable to convey more than a neutral conversational inflection.

"We shall cease to function once the water fills the room," said Brigitte.

Boris took her in his arms, their bodies clanking gently as they met.  "If i am to cease functioning, i wish to spend every last moment with you."

"Oh, Boris, you know how to make my gyros wobble."

—— 
For consideration: "The city's aflood / and our love turns to rust"

rone: (ngc4449)

I found this among my saved drafts, dated 2007/08/03.  I don't recall if i was going somewhere with this, or if it was perhaps going to be a part of something else.  Hell, i'm not even sure if i wrote it or if i found it somewhere.  Anyway, i'll just post it as is.


I have a piercing below my waste.
You have a hole under your desert.

It once held a jewel that focused and collected
the moonlight which sifted through the sand.

The jewel was stolen and swallowed by the
Kodiak, who thought he'd found a well of milk.

The legend says that after five hundred years,
the jewel will find its way into the world again,
and rise into the sky, a second moon for a new world.

And we will call it Kodiak.

rone: (Default)

I found this among my saved drafts, dated 2007/08/03.  I don't recall if i was going somewhere with this, or if it was perhaps going to be a part of something else.  Hell, i'm not even sure if i wrote it or if i found it somewhere.  Anyway, i'll just post it as is.


I have a piercing below my waste.
You have a hole under your desert.

It once held a jewel that focused and collected
the moonlight which sifted through the sand.

The jewel was stolen and swallowed by the
Kodiak, who thought he'd found a well of milk.

The legend says that after five hundred years,
the jewel will find its way into the world again,
and rise into the sky, a second moon for a new world.

And we will call it Kodiak.

rone: (solar eclipse)

"When i told you that she comes like a banshee," he told my corpse, "i wasn't exaggerating."

rone: (Default)

"When i told you that she comes like a banshee," he told my corpse, "i wasn't exaggerating."

rone: (sunflower)

"Hope you don't have any twins living at home, pal," he said as he unlocked the passenger door. "This truck only travels at relativistic speeds."

I hopped in and said, "As long as you get me to Reno, i don't care how much mass i gain."

He put the truck in gear, then he said, "OK, we're here. Get out and good luck."

The casinos had been closed for twenty years, the Mormons told me.

originally posted to talk.bizarre 2005/01/22 21:23

rone: (Default)

"Hope you don't have any twins living at home, pal," he said as he unlocked the passenger door. "This truck only travels at relativistic speeds."

I hopped in and said, "As long as you get me to Reno, i don't care how much mass i gain."

He put the truck in gear, then he said, "OK, we're here. Get out and good luck."

The casinos had been closed for twenty years, the Mormons told me.

originally posted to talk.bizarre 2005/01/22 21:23

rone: (frangendo)

"For the final time, i have captured you.  And there will be no escape."

I struggled to parse the words and to get up, but my mind was fuzzy and my limbs didn't seem to make it very far.  I moved my lips and said, "Nnnnhh."  Cold water was poured into my mouth, which shocked me a bit, but i managed to swallow instead of choke.  I tried opening my eyes, but my eyelids only grudgingly rolled up halfway.  The room was poorly lit, which was probably for the best, given the circumstances.  I turned my head to look at my interlocutor and saw a woman sitting on a bench.  "Thanks, but—"  I recognized her.  "Oh, fuck."

"Yes, Hákovo.  It is i.  You did well to elude me this long."

I looked at the tattooed and scarred face, framed by ropy auburn hair.  "Fínach.  Damn it.  It was you chasing me, not some two-comet assassin that Nwūn hired."  I tried to sit up and failed again.  I inspected my limbs and found them naked and tied to the massage table on which i was lying.  My torso was also naked.  It made no sense... but then memory started coming to me.  "The girl.  Where is she?"

"Your whore is bound and gagged underneath you.  I told her to be quiet and be still, and she wasn't."  Fínach snorted.  "I am surprised that you show concern for her."

"I'm not concerned," i retorted sourly.  "I was just curious."  I frowned.  "How did i end up like this?"

"I drugged your wine pitcher while you were directing your attention elsewhere."  She stood up and her eighteen hands of height came into full view.

"I can't believe you finally caught me, of all places, in a brothel," i grumbled.

"Why?  It was an easy thing to do."  She sneered lightly at me.  "It was certain that you had to slake your lust; all i had to do was find out where."

"That's just it.  Assassins don't kill their targets in brothels.  Don't ask me why; it's some sort of honor code.  So i came here thinking i was safe and you caught me with my pants—"  I interrupted my involuntary witticism.  She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.  I shook my head and said, "Just make it quick."

rone: (Default)

"For the final time, i have captured you.  And there will be no escape."

I struggled to parse the words and to get up, but my mind was fuzzy and my limbs didn't seem to make it very far.  I moved my lips and said, "Nnnnhh."  Cold water was poured into my mouth, which shocked me a bit, but i managed to swallow instead of choke.  I tried opening my eyes, but my eyelids only grudgingly rolled up halfway.  The room was poorly lit, which was probably for the best, given the circumstances.  I turned my head to look at my interlocutor and saw a woman sitting on a bench.  "Thanks, but—"  I recognized her.  "Oh, fuck."

"Yes, Hákovo.  It is i.  You did well to elude me this long."

I looked at the tattooed and scarred face, framed by ropy auburn hair.  "Fínach.  Damn it.  It was you chasing me, not some two-comet assassin that Nwūn hired."  I tried to sit up and failed again.  I inspected my limbs and found them naked and tied to the massage table on which i was lying.  My torso was also naked.  It made no sense... but then memory started coming to me.  "The girl.  Where is she?"

"Your whore is bound and gagged underneath you.  I told her to be quiet and be still, and she wasn't."  Fínach snorted.  "I am surprised that you show concern for her."

"I'm not concerned," i retorted sourly.  "I was just curious."  I frowned.  "How did i end up like this?"

"I drugged your wine pitcher while you were directing your attention elsewhere."  She stood up and her eighteen hands of height came into full view.

"I can't believe you finally caught me, of all places, in a brothel," i grumbled.

"Why?  It was an easy thing to do."  She sneered lightly at me.  "It was certain that you had to slake your lust; all i had to do was find out where."

"That's just it.  Assassins don't kill their targets in brothels.  Don't ask me why; it's some sort of honor code.  So i came here thinking i was safe and you caught me with my pants—"  I interrupted my involuntary witticism.  She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.  I shook my head and said, "Just make it quick."

rone: (sunflower)

"Onassis!" i yelped.  The oaf stared at me, wheezed and spit up blood, and collapsed.  "Gun!  Onassis!"

"Private Onassis is dead," said the neutrally toned voice of my APAIF-3.  "He was shot by bogey number 3, who has accounted for 7 of your 26 losses, including the sergeant."

"Dammit!"  I crawled to Onassis's body and looked for ammo. I found only the two bullets left in his gun's magazine.  I loaded them into my rifle's empty chamber.  "Gun, who's left?"

"There are no friendlies remaining other than yourself.  Bogeys 3, 7, and 8 are still at large."

"Where?"

"Unknown.  They are interfering with my infrared and sonic frequencies.  Extrapolation based on the last shots fired: 3 last shot 37 seconds ago from 310 meters away, heading 299°, elevation 15 meters; 7 last shot 511 seconds ago from 287 me—"

"Skip it."  I gritted my teeth.  "I'm going to try to draw their fire.  Any luck getting through to the Lieut?"

"Negative.  Communications are still down."

"All right, you bastards," i muttered, "if my gun can't find you, and i can't call for help, you guys are probably in the same boat."  I slung the rifle over my shoulder, put Onassis over my shoulder, stood up and started running towards the closest rocks to the northeast.  As i was about to reach them, a shot rang out and i felt a bullet bury itself in Onassis's body.  I dropped to the ground, rolled away from the corpse, came up kneeling and unslung my gun.  "Where, gun?" i whispered.

"236, 28," it tersely replied.  I aimed the rifle to the southwest and up at the top of the cliff.  The scope adjusted and started scanning.  I felt around for a fist-sized rock and threw it.  I didn't get another shot in response, but the scope caught enough movement to focus on the target.  I squeezed the trigger.

"Bogey 8 has been neutralized."

"About motherfucking time."  Another shot rang out and i was rewarded with a cloud of pulverized rock in my eyes.  "Gun!" i screamed as i tried to not move the rifle, "Autoshot!"  I felt the barrel of the rifle contort slightly, and the gun fired on its own initiative.  I prayed for a split second that the gun's limited abilities to aim and shoot itself were enough to take down the peckerhead who just shot at me from what seemed to be very close to 8.  My prayer was answered by my gun.  "Bogey 7 has been neutralized.  Ammunition is exhausted."

"Fan-fucking-tastic."  Of course, the most difficult one i left for last.  I moved away from the rocks to pick Onassis up again when i felt something hit my mouth.  I heard someone speak.  I tried to talk back, but something was pushing against my mouth.  After a few seconds, some of the cobwebs cleared and i realized i was face-down on the ground.  I considered playing dead when my gun said, "Private Xerez, shall i repeat?"

I moved my mouth just enough so i could reply, "Yes."  The pain was outstanding.

"Bogey 3 shot you.  Bogey 3's rifle has malfunctioned."

I didn't bother asking it how it knew.  "Nguh."  I rolled over, sat up, and reached to pick up my gun.  "My condition."

"You were shot cleanly through the jaw.  The bone was nicked but not broken.  The bullet destroyed your right upper canine upon entry."

"Fuckin' hurts."  I hugged the gun and giggled.  "Alas, gun, my end is nigh.  Remember the good times, gun?  The impossible shots, the splattered brains, raining hot death on the unworthy?"

"My memory does not extend beyond a certain number of events.  At the moment, the extent of my recall is 117 minutes."

I chuckled wheezily.  "I asked you that before, you know."  I groaned.  "Feelin' dziz, dzizzy."

"You are losing blood and you are probably going into shock."

"So fuckn sh, cheerful."  I shook my head, then stopped because it hurt.  "Gun, record my final words.  Begin recording: I'm sorry, Mom.  Love ya oodles.  I'm sorry, Sarge. I'm sorry, Lieut.  Good luck.  End recording."

"Message cartridge ready and loaded.  Aim 150, 45 to get it as close to base as possible.  Beacon will activate upon firing."

I stood up wobblily and turned towards what i hoped was southeast.  I tilted my rifle upwards and was about to pull the trigger when i heard a noise to my left.  My arms swung me around and my finger spasmed and my mouth let out a squealing sort of yell.

"Bogey 3 has been neutralized."

"The fuck you say!"  But i saw the body sprawled in front of me, blade in hand, clearly intent on finishing the job.  There was blood on its face, and it came from its eye, where my message cartridge had entered and penetrated its brain.  Lucky shot.  I started laughing convulsively and fell to my knees.

"Killed `im, gun!  I killed him with my words!"  And the laughter kept coming, madly, hysterically.

"Cartridge beacon broadcasting.  All hostiles have been neutralized.  Shutting down."

rone: (Default)

"Onassis!" i yelped.  The oaf stared at me, wheezed and spit up blood, and collapsed.  "Gun!  Onassis!"

"Private Onassis is dead," said the neutrally toned voice of my APAIF-3.  "He was shot by bogey number 3, who has accounted for 7 of your 26 losses, including the sergeant."

"Dammit!"  I crawled to Onassis's body and looked for ammo. I found only the two bullets left in his gun's magazine.  I loaded them into my rifle's empty chamber.  "Gun, who's left?"

"There are no friendlies remaining other than yourself.  Bogeys 3, 7, and 8 are still at large."

"Where?"

"Unknown.  They are interfering with my infrared and sonic frequencies.  Extrapolation based on the last shots fired: 3 last shot 37 seconds ago from 310 meters away, heading 299°, elevation 15 meters; 7 last shot 511 seconds ago from 287 me—"

"Skip it."  I gritted my teeth.  "I'm going to try to draw their fire.  Any luck getting through to the Lieut?"

"Negative.  Communications are still down."

"All right, you bastards," i muttered, "if my gun can't find you, and i can't call for help, you guys are probably in the same boat."  I slung the rifle over my shoulder, put Onassis over my shoulder, stood up and started running towards the closest rocks to the northeast.  As i was about to reach them, a shot rang out and i felt a bullet bury itself in Onassis's body.  I dropped to the ground, rolled away from the corpse, came up kneeling and unslung my gun.  "Where, gun?" i whispered.

"236, 28," it tersely replied.  I aimed the rifle to the southwest and up at the top of the cliff.  The scope adjusted and started scanning.  I felt around for a fist-sized rock and threw it.  I didn't get another shot in response, but the scope caught enough movement to focus on the target.  I squeezed the trigger.

"Bogey 8 has been neutralized."

"About motherfucking time."  Another shot rang out and i was rewarded with a cloud of pulverized rock in my eyes.  "Gun!" i screamed as i tried to not move the rifle, "Autoshot!"  I felt the barrel of the rifle contort slightly, and the gun fired on its own initiative.  I prayed for a split second that the gun's limited abilities to aim and shoot itself were enough to take down the peckerhead who just shot at me from what seemed to be very close to 8.  My prayer was answered by my gun.  "Bogey 7 has been neutralized.  Ammunition is exhausted."

"Fan-fucking-tastic."  Of course, the most difficult one i left for last.  I moved away from the rocks to pick Onassis up again when i felt something hit my mouth.  I heard someone speak.  I tried to talk back, but something was pushing against my mouth.  After a few seconds, some of the cobwebs cleared and i realized i was face-down on the ground.  I considered playing dead when my gun said, "Private Xerez, shall i repeat?"

I moved my mouth just enough so i could reply, "Yes."  The pain was outstanding.

"Bogey 3 shot you.  Bogey 3's rifle has malfunctioned."

I didn't bother asking it how it knew.  "Nguh."  I rolled over, sat up, and reached to pick up my gun.  "My condition."

"You were shot cleanly through the jaw.  The bone was nicked but not broken.  The bullet destroyed your right upper canine upon entry."

"Fuckin' hurts."  I hugged the gun and giggled.  "Alas, gun, my end is nigh.  Remember the good times, gun?  The impossible shots, the splattered brains, raining hot death on the unworthy?"

"My memory does not extend beyond a certain number of events.  At the moment, the extent of my recall is 117 minutes."

I chuckled wheezily.  "I asked you that before, you know."  I groaned.  "Feelin' dziz, dzizzy."

"You are losing blood and you are probably going into shock."

"So fuckn sh, cheerful."  I shook my head, then stopped because it hurt.  "Gun, record my final words.  Begin recording: I'm sorry, Mom.  Love ya oodles.  I'm sorry, Sarge. I'm sorry, Lieut.  Good luck.  End recording."

"Message cartridge ready and loaded.  Aim 150, 45 to get it as close to base as possible.  Beacon will activate upon firing."

I stood up wobblily and turned towards what i hoped was southeast.  I tilted my rifle upwards and was about to pull the trigger when i heard a noise to my left.  My arms swung me around and my finger spasmed and my mouth let out a squealing sort of yell.

"Bogey 3 has been neutralized."

"The fuck you say!"  But i saw the body sprawled in front of me, blade in hand, clearly intent on finishing the job.  There was blood on its face, and it came from its eye, where my message cartridge had entered and penetrated its brain.  Lucky shot.  I started laughing convulsively and fell to my knees.

"Killed `im, gun!  I killed him with my words!"  And the laughter kept coming, madly, hysterically.

"Cartridge beacon broadcasting.  All hostiles have been neutralized.  Shutting down."

rone: (sunflower)

After asking Schwa for a doodle, i am obligated to do something similar in turn.  So,

Comment and i'll pick one of your interests and write a postcard story about it.
The last time i did this, i offered doggerel, but i think i should try to stretch a bit.

rone: (Default)

After asking Schwa for a doodle, i am obligated to do something similar in turn.  So,

Comment and i'll pick one of your interests and write a postcard story about it.
The last time i did this, i offered doggerel, but i think i should try to stretch a bit.

rone: (anime - (c) 2002 jim vandewalker)

She gasped bloodily as i held her.  "Don't... hhhh... don't let him... get away."

I lost the fight against my tears.  "Damn it.  Damn him.  Don't— don't—"

She coughed up laughter and blood.  "Don't tell me... that i stole your heart... after i stole your purse."  And she exhaled for the last time.

I put Cossu's corpse down and grabbed my axe.  I'd managed to chase Teraad off; i'd interrupted the evil bastard's spell, whatever it was that he intended to set upon me, but with my luck he'd by now found some magical device that would expel my bowels from my body and set them upon me like a nest of enchanted, bloody, rubbery snakes.  Still... i had to finish the job or die trying.  Damn adventurer contracts.  I needed to get a better agent.

I ran down the corridor.  I could hear him cursing and throwing things around in his library.  Good, i still had a chance.  I charged into the room and saw him at the other end of the long room, as he whirled around with a large fire opal in his hand.

"HA!  You pitiful mercenaries gave me a good fight, but all that's left of your company is one very bloody thug!"  He sneered at me as i still came at him (what, you thought i was going to stop and listen to his bullshit?).  "Meet your fiery end, worm!"  And he started chanting, and i started praying, and he started screaming as he suddenly exploded into flames, and i stopped running towards him and started backing away.  The fire that engulfed him kept growing.  I turned around and fled back to the giant atrium.  I started to pick up Cossu's corpse, until i saw the fire that had followed me was starting to fill the room.  I ran towards the outer wall as i apologized to her ghost, even as i could hear her memory in my mind giggling and saying, "A cremation's a PERFECTLY acceptable burial, silly!"  I started to rappel down the wall when the keep exploded and everything went dark.

I woke up in some thorn bushes and saw the keep's flaming remains.  No treasure, no companions, and our horses had run away.  I started walking back towards the King's Road as i considered a career change.

rone: (Default)

She gasped bloodily as i held her.  "Don't... hhhh... don't let him... get away."

I lost the fight against my tears.  "Damn it.  Damn him.  Don't— don't—"

She coughed up laughter and blood.  "Don't tell me... that i stole your heart... after i stole your purse."  And she exhaled for the last time.

I put Cossu's corpse down and grabbed my axe.  I'd managed to chase Teraad off; i'd interrupted the evil bastard's spell, whatever it was that he intended to set upon me, but with my luck he'd by now found some magical device that would expel my bowels from my body and set them upon me like a nest of enchanted, bloody, rubbery snakes.  Still... i had to finish the job or die trying.  Damn adventurer contracts.  I needed to get a better agent.

I ran down the corridor.  I could hear him cursing and throwing things around in his library.  Good, i still had a chance.  I charged into the room and saw him at the other end of the long room, as he whirled around with a large fire opal in his hand.

"HA!  You pitiful mercenaries gave me a good fight, but all that's left of your company is one very bloody thug!"  He sneered at me as i still came at him (what, you thought i was going to stop and listen to his bullshit?).  "Meet your fiery end, worm!"  And he started chanting, and i started praying, and he started screaming as he suddenly exploded into flames, and i stopped running towards him and started backing away.  The fire that engulfed him kept growing.  I turned around and fled back to the giant atrium.  I started to pick up Cossu's corpse, until i saw the fire that had followed me was starting to fill the room.  I ran towards the outer wall as i apologized to her ghost, even as i could hear her memory in my mind giggling and saying, "A cremation's a PERFECTLY acceptable burial, silly!"  I started to rappel down the wall when the keep exploded and everything went dark.

I woke up in some thorn bushes and saw the keep's flaming remains.  No treasure, no companions, and our horses had run away.  I started walking back towards the King's Road as i considered a career change.

rone: (anime - (c) 2002 jim vandewalker)

The latest hit film from the UK: "Slice It Like Ockham".  A young Gypsy girl in the early 15th century named Odilia wants to become a philosopher like her hero, William of Ockham, but her family frowns upon her becoming a Catholic.  She runs behind their backs and joins a convent, where she meets a talented and virtuous young woman named Joan whose passion is military strategy.  Their studies progress marvelously until they are separated when war calls Joan away.  When her best friend is burnt at the stake, Odilia vanishes mysteriously; was she translated into Heaven, or did she just run from her troubles?  The movie refuses to give any clues.  Two and a half stars.

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