tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89186012011-07-14T14:33:28.156-07:00A fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants collaborative novel in 30 days.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14441195753459662497noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918601.post-1101835433247733322004-11-30T21:52:00.000-08:002004-12-01T20:22:59.643-08:00

Where are you? Where are you? Identify yourself? What has happened? The transmission has been terminated, but you are still connected? Explain. Identify. Identify. Give us a location. Are you in distress? You are not the kind of person--where--where--where--where---location-- ***** In a darkened room many thousands of miles away from Idlewind Park, from Reno, from Nevada--and in cosmic terms in

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It happened so suddenly, so forcefully, that to all present it was over before it had even properly begun. To the detatched observer, this is what happened, or seemed to happen: Six people in a section of Idlewood Park converged on each other. They approached each other warrily and yet with purpose; it was almost magnetic. There was a cluster of three people: the proverbial tall dark stranger

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After receiving the phone call Harold decided to search out the source of the call. If Idlewild really was a “safe-zone” as he had been told, then it made sense that the person who called him would be here in the park. He also started to think that if the park interfered with the monitoring of the agency, then it could look suspicious if he stayed in the park too long. There had to be a way to

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The fear had begun to subside, but the image of people falling dead right in front of her continued to haunt her thoughts. Chris made it a point to continually remind Sam that there was nothing she could have done to cause the deaths. Strange as it was, it was just a coincidence. The strange behavior of his arm disappearing and reappearing could not be caused by Sam. Out of Guilt, Sam had even

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David stood up and walked along the paved pathways of the park, toward the place from which the deep thoughts about the galaxy and the workings of pure intelligence were emanating. As he studied the girl's thoughts, which were getting clearer in his mind with every step he took, it was quite clear to him that his person, this female, had at least some of the answers for which he was searching.

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Deep underground, behind countless barriers, biometric scanners and surveillance equipment lies a lab that few people know about. The lab houses equipment rarely seen outside of government agencies, and even in the government it is housed only at top secret sites such as Groom Lake, Nevada. More important than the equipment itself are the minds that created the machines. Minds that work with an

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Before they had even returned to where you had left them, before they had even contemplated return, you could already sense the visitor who had appeared to them. Not only that, but you could sense the subtle shift--it was if, had you been asked to describe it, the acrid tang of fear had been sweetened; fear no longer. You are not inordinately troubled by this development; it happens all the

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"Why are we here, anyway?" asked Krystal. The Drone studied her for a moment, then responded, "We are waiting for the others." She and Tedford both looked at him quizzicly for a moment, then T-Bone asked the obvious followup question, "What others?" The Drone, a little confused by the complete disappearence of their fear of him, nonetheless explained that this place is one of several nexuses

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At the Drone's behest they got up and walked down the paved paths alongside the park's interconnecting lakes. Tedford and Krystal listened as he illuminated them to his viewpoint on the Hive's higher purpose. It all sounds very similar to Tedford's explanation, yet not quite as dark, and was delivered with an air of superiority that comes from one brainwashed into a belief system, Tedford

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As Krystal and Tedford sat on a park bench under the careful watch of the Drone standing against a nearby tree, T-Bone tried to fill her in on what was really going on here and what they were up against. Krystal was a little confused at first, but seemed to catch on quickly and was surprisingly not as fazed by it as he had thought she would be. At first Krystal had tried to shush Tedford into

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Reno's Idlewild Park is a large park, with more than a mile of jogging and bicycling paths, an extensive exercise course, various ponds and interconnecting lakes complete with ducks, geese, and swans, fountains, a rose garden with 2400 rose plants representing 560 different varieties, multiple children's playgrounds, a skate park, memorial statues and monuments, picnic and barbeque facilities,

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“Do you realize what this is?!” Steve slammed the coffee-stained stack of papers on Harold’s desk and stared at him while leaning forward with both hands on the desk. From the unconcerned stare on Harold's face it was obvious that he did not know what Steve was referring to. “It’s just something an old associate gave me.” Harold responded, obviously not grasping the gravity of the situation. “

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Date: August 19, 2004 Time: 2:17 p.m. Upon his discharge, David quickly got dressed and made ready to leave. He quickly realized that he didn't have any keys or wallet, not to mention any mode of transportation. Once outside, he grabbed a cab and headed out of the unforgiving city and into the welcoming suburbia he called home. He could only hope that once he got home, someone would be

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Days had passed and still the police made an occasional visit to the park. The cause of death remained a mystery, although the bodies had finally been identified – a couple of college kids out on a walk after leaving a café. No motive had been established and the police had found themselves under close public scrutiny and pressure to find answers. The park had been searched by dozens of officers,

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It was an unusually cold morning given the time of the year. It was early in the morning and the air crystallized in front of the various people as they breathed heavily. A few people stood outside the wall created by the yellow tape, watching not so much out of concern but rather out of morbid curiosity. Several officers stepped carefully around the sheets that covered the two bodies as they

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This tall, gentle man in the suit named Tanagua explained to David that he was an emissary sent of God to this world. There are thousands of visitors like himself that intervene in the lives of ordinary people to help right wrongs, prevent accidents, answer prayers, and carry out the work of the Lord Jesus Christ in rolling forth His gospel plan across the face of the Earth. As they talked,

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David awakes. He's in a hospital, with nurses occasionally coming in to check on his fluids and vital signs. He feels extremely exhausted, like he's been run over by a train or something, drained. What's the last thing he remembers? Let's see, there was the party at his friend's house in the suburbs, followed by 'the dare' - his buddies bet him $50 that he wouldn't walk the dangerous downtown

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From where you are sitting you can see things about Tedford and Krystal that only you can perceive. You have the entire backseat of the vehicle to yourself; and though you could certainly drive if you had wanted to--undoubtedly the skill is in your past, ready to be tapped if need required--you have elected not to. Driving involves concentration, and at this moment you need to focus your energies

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Will and Tony drove the several hours Northward to Reno, coming up Highway 395 through Bishop, Bridgeport, and Walker, California, followed by Gardnerville and Carson City, Nevada. Along the way, there wasn't much conversation to speak of. In fact, had it not been for the controversial wisdom of Rush Limbaugh and Michael Reagan, their trip might've been quite quiet, indeed. Will and Tony

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The office building was dark except for the solitary glow of a desk lamp in the corner of the building. Steve had been up most of the night working in the lab. He came to his desk to type some notes on the computer and noticed a thick stack of paper sitting next to his keyboard. A yellow note on top of the stack read, “Steve – Please spend a few minutes looking at these papers. I'll talk to you

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"Man," Tony said, thoughtfully, "T-Bone was sure funky, you know, agitated - know what I'm saying? He's never like that. Brutha's a cool cat." "Maybe he's on the run," responded Will, his greasy Raiders beanie still pulled low, partially covering his eyes and bushy eyebrows. "Yeah. You still got whatever that thing was that fell outta his pocket?" continued Tony. "Right here," said Will,

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"We need to stop." Your habit of short, punchy directives does not endear you well to your new companions. Stuck as you are in the back of this dilapidated mode of transportation, you have been mostly quiet but in the meantime you have spent time calculating the next step in the journey, and that next step must be hurried. You cannot afford the luxury of time; your unexpected detour in the

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Sam walked thoughtfully around Manzanita Lake. Small groups of ducks were scattered across the water. Geese were meandering across the lawn, digging into to grass with their black beaks looking for food. The geese would occasionally hiss at joggers and students as they went by. There were a few large, white swans drifting in the water near the fountain in the middle of the lake. The arboretum

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Time seemed to be progressing in slow motion. Krystal's mind, however, raced at a furious pace, the knowledge of why this man was familiar to her was on the 'tip of her brain', so to speak - she could almost place it, but not quite, and it was frustrating her to no end. In fact, Krystal's mind was going so fast, that for a few milliseconds, she believed that she was truly multitasking -

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Imagine, if you will for a moment, a time before you entered the Hive. Think of a time before the endless activity, the ceaseless thrum of thoughts linking to your own, a collective presence that inescapably directs your own will and actions. Can you recall? You cannot. The unbearable silence of solitude--the unblinking awareness of you all alone, undirected, unthought-through impulses; you

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Several days passed and they had been the most normal days Chris remembered in a long time. Sam and Chris spent the days doing nothing in particular. One afternoon was spent downtown in the casinos. Although the blinking lights and noise did little help them relax, it made them forget many of the problems they would be forced to face eventually. Between the two of them, they didn't have to worry

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All eyes were on the strange man now sitting in their booth. Krystal and Tedford both looked apprehensively at the figure, although for very different reasons. Tedford, a former Drone, himself, in the feared Order of the Hive, knew that the gig was up, there was nowhere to run - he'd allowed himself to be captured. This man, this thing, this unrelenting, untiring Drone, would stop at nothing

Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14441195753459662497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918601.post-1100071796051418342004-11-09T23:26:00.000-08:002004-11-15T22:30:35.340-08:00

"So, what's your best guess?" Dr. Spencer had just finished briefing the small group and baffled expressions adorned the face of most everyone in the room. "Dr., you know that this is not my area of expertise," Harold offered defensively. "I know that, but we're really out of ideas," Dr. Spencer began to plead. "Anything you can tell us - even if it's just a guess, it wou-" "I don't know what

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The salvage yard was quiet and warm. Summer evening had settled on the sea of rust and wreckage. No one worked the yard this late - too many rusty nails and sharp corners. This night was an exception. A person lay cold and unconscious in the dirt. No one was there to help - no one knew he was there. He used his hands to dig through a small pile of dirt that still covered part of the back wheel

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"May I join you?" Question or request--the intent is unclear, but you enjoy what must clearly be an expression of dismay and disbelief that crosses the face of the man Tedford you had confronted not so long ago at the convenience store. What must certainly be Tedford's breakfast sits half eaten on a plate, and the not-unpretty woman sitting across from him, has just about completed her meal and

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Krystal and Tedford leave the hospital arm in arm, and take a cab back to his apartment. As they slow down and approach a red light, Krystal glances out the window and catches a glimpse of a man on the sidewalk that looks an awful lot like the man Tanagua in her dream. As the light turns green and they speed off, Krystal looks behind her to see if the man is still there. Krystal didn't notice,

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Mind-Tech, Incorporated – Reno, NV Dr. Stephan pulled his royal blue BMW into the parking lot, parked, and walked to the entrance of the building. He reached into the pocket of his brown tweed jacket and withdrew the security card that granted him access to every wing of the two-story complex. He swiped the card into the reader and punched 9490 on the keypad. "Stephan, Harold J.," read the

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Blogger is down more than it is up, Chris thought. It was late and he wanted to post an entry, but it kept timing out. He couldn't go to bed without posting, could he? Chris jerked suddenly and sat up in his bed, sweat pouring from every pore. His surroundings were unfamiliar, but there were no machines, no doctors, no nurses. It must have been a dream. He hoped it was a dream. He kicked his

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Harold stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and climbed into bed with his wife, Nadine. "Working late again?" the brunette said, her back turned toward him. She lay on the pillow with her face buried, wearing an eye mask. "How did she perform?" "Who’s she?" Nadine snuggled into her pillow. "The monkey, who else?" By now, Harold had detected her suspicions about his affair with

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The sun was shining brightly that morning before Chris went in to work at the small corner diner. Now clouds had gathered menacingly overhead and seemed to reflect exactly how he felt. Brief flashes shot through the sky, followed by a threatening rumble several seconds later. Although thunder and lightning talked back and forth in the darkening sky, not a drop of rain fell. Noticing this, Chris

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"We did it!" Margaret said, "And they bought it!" Harold grabbed her around the waist and thrust himself toward her. His cologne was a sweet fragrance caressing the curves of her soft, round neck. Margaret accepted the gesture and allowed Harold to indulge himself. "I can’t believe it! We’re going to be rich!" Margaret leaned against the examination table, her business dress parted at the

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You do not dream. Surrounded in darkness, your flesh feels cold but in your veins you sense a fire flowing like liquid metal. It is as if you have lost the ownership of your own body even though you know you are still in it. Your mind, your thoughts are the only things that belong to you at the moment, and they are not kind to you. They excoriate you for your inability to recognize the potential

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Krystal awoke to an empty room, sunlight streaming through the window and hitting the curtain separating the beds. She thought she remembered sharing a room with someone, but she was now quite alone. Memories of the accident flooded back into her mind. She remembered walking with Tedford, talking about their families and friends. The bike appearing suddenly around the corner with no warning

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"That’s amazing, Billy, do it again!" The scientists watched. All five of them. One was a lady who looked unimpressed. She held her clipboard in a way that frightened young Billy. They stood there, beyond the large glass window, and watched Billy burn. "Touch the fire, Billy," said the voice. At first, Billy didn’t want to touch the fire. The fire hurt. But then the words, "Don’t be a Silly!"

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"Hey, can someone give me a hand over here?" It was at least the millionth time Chris had heard this comment, or at least some variation of it. When people made the joke it was usually because they were trying to show-off for friends. It was obvious that this was the case by the way he elbowed his friends in the ribs after making the joke and the way they laughed in such a self-satisfied way. "

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"Look man," Tedford mumbled under his breath, looking around anxiously, "I got out of that stuff a long time ago. Why can't you guys just leave me alone?!" "I'm just here to collect what is rightfully ours," said the stranger. "What's rightfully yours, huh?" pondered T-Bone outloud, "Okay, you win, just leave me alone." Tedford reached slowly into his pants pocket delicately with his bad hand

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Everyone was speechless as they stood solemnly around the bed. Tears were streaming down his mothers face, but Chris just stared blankly at the ceiling, as though it wasn't there. He was surprisingly calm, but he now ached more than ever to be alone in the junkyard - away from the sobbing and the hospital smell and the medication and everything else that closed in on him at that moment. His

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“The sound of the bee still haunts me.” The phrase stops you cold. This is now how it was planned, not how it was supposed to go. Before you stands the man you were looking for—the one whose name topped your list. He doesn’t seem as agitated as he was when you first walked up to him, spoke his name, showed him the picture. He stands there in the dairy corner of the supermarket, his

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As Tedford and Krystal walked down the street past the fastfood joints and sundry small businesses that lined the roadway, they laughed and flirted as they got to know each other. They were only about half a mile away from their apartment when a bike courier came flying around a corner at full speed and plowed right into them. Krystal flew back and landed against a shop wall, her head cracking

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The stars started to swirl overhead and the moon continued to grow brighter and brighter. Chris was confused as the moon grew closer and finally rested right in front of his face. He closed his eyes, which only served to draw attention to the throbbing pain in his arm. "What's going on?" he sharply asked, unaware that he was no longer alone. He only became cognizant of the others when he felt a

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12004479211406211370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918601.post-1099410243869750192004-11-02T08:32:00.000-08:002004-11-04T07:45:19.316-08:00

"Welcome home, baby. What's your name, anyway?" asked Tedford. Krystal looked around the living room of the dark, upstairs apartment for a second before answering. "Krystal. You?" "Tedford's the name my momma gave me, but my posse call me 'T-Bone'. You can call me..." "I," Krystal interrupted, "am gonna call you 'Teddy Bear' since you're so darn cute." "Oh, hail no, beyotch!" he yelled

Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14441195753459662497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918601.post-1099407536260873322004-11-02T05:55:00.000-08:002004-11-02T06:58:56.260-08:00

You are not the sort of person who should be in a place like this at this time of night. You did not expect to be here at all. In fact you should have been miles from here. Hunched over as you are, an untouched, fizzing drink with a lemon slice sitting inches from your hand, you try to imagine which stars had aligned, which cosmic cogs had whirled, which throw of the bones had brought you to this

camembertmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02902939169600217199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918601.post-1099382087527167192004-11-01T23:55:00.000-08:002005-02-13T20:23:02.193-08:00

The strangers appear, emissaries from the planet Kolob. Tanagua introduced himself as he thrust his right hand forward and I gripped it. I felt the texture of soft, almost baby-like skin, strange for a handsome man of approximately six foot five. In his grip I felt the strength of great power and intensity. His eyes were piercing, and you felt like he could see into the recesses of your

darlenenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918601.post-1099382216825942122004-11-01T23:54:00.000-08:002004-11-02T07:10:02.063-08:00

As far as he could tell, it was all trash. As Chris panned across the mess before him he quickly began thinking about why he was there in the first place. He needed the money, but there had to be a better way. “You done yet, Chris?” His boss barked at him, not realizing that Chris had just snuck in through the back gate. “Getting close, but I think I'll stay late tonight just to make sure it

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12004479211406211370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918601.post-1099382371754215552004-11-01T23:52:00.000-08:002004-11-01T23:59:31.753-08:00

With his hands pressed firmly into his coat pockets, David walked silently and somberly through colorless streets under a colorless sky. The alleys were damp, and as he walked on some buildings hissed steam from their vents while other vents just droned. The sights and smells weren’t always pleasant, but whatever they lacked in aesthetics they made up for in intrigue because, in David’s mind,

Mike Carpnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918601.post-1099321443174480902004-11-01T07:03:00.000-08:002004-11-05T16:16:38.546-08:00

"But that's against the law!" stammered Krystal. Her boyfriend Tedford, a tall half-black 27-year-old man from somewhere in Southern California, looked disappointed and shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever - forget I ever mentioned it." Such was Krystal's life, it seemed: always running with the wrong crowd. In high school, she'd hung with the "rats", the smokers, who would congregate outside

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