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CP Story from High School

One of the players in the Delphi murders drama has been a young man named CP. Like so many people including yours truly,  he was briefly considered a possible suspect in the killings. I never thought  much of this theory. We quickly learned that he had a rock solid alibi for the time of the murders, as he was at Subaru at work. Along with his father, he was present at the search for the girls at 5:30 PM. He may have been part of the family group that came back at midnight and searched until 2:30 AM. Hence there is no way whatsoever that he could have been involved in this mess.

I will not go over the theory of why people thought he might be involved in the crime or any other criminal matters regarding CP. Other than a string of drunk driving offenses, there is no good hard evidence that he has ever committed a serious offense.

Some people are still suspicious of him and today I was sent a story he wrote back in high school where he turns into a murderous monster,  apparently to show that he had some homicidal fantasies or potential at least. People can investigate this P family all they wish. As far as I am concerned, they are all innocent.

Which leads us to a story that CP wrote in high school about him transforming into a murderous monster. I thought it was going to be some dark, disturbing stuff, but really it wasn’t. I really was not expecting much from this story and I was getting ready to cringe. I figured CP was a dumb redneck like the rest of  them.

Cody’s story here.

Boy was I wrong!

This is a fine little piece of writing! And my pet peeves, poor grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. are mostly absent. He needs a bit of a light edit, but not much and good writers I work with a lot need about as much of an edit as he does.

I was stunned that this is a very good story! CP can actually spin a fine little tale and his writing style shows skill and smoothness. He kept the narrative going well and didn’t flash back and forth between tenses.

CP can actually write quite well, especially for a high school kid! What do you know.  I never thought he had it in him.

I have no idea how smart he is, but if he is intelligent enough to write well and construct this nice tight little tail, he’s as smart as he needs to be, and that’s all that matters in this world.

A lot of people out there are nice writers just waiting to unleash their potential.

A tip of the hat to CP of Delphi, Indiana for a job well done.

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“Latest Updates from the Land of the Poo” by Magneto

I would like my own little bit here to Magneto’s excellent essay. I had a dream last night and this is what happened in the dream:

“DESIGNATED!” I said, laughing heartily. “A FUCKING WAGON WHEEL!” I added, pointing their flag as tears of mirth streaking down my cheeks.

“Fuck you!” Rajay scowled back. “We have a fucking space program! We’ll be a superpower by 2020!”

I howled even louder in laughter, just as an Indian might howl as his asshole was burned by the spicy curryshit he was taking while he squatted on his designated street.

“Surely you’re joking!,” I laughed. “You expect me to believe that you’ll be putting men on the moon when you don’t even know to put the poo in the loo?”

“You’ve mocked my country for the last time! We’ll show you!” Rajay screamed, walking away, his shoulders tensed, doubtless because he needed to go shit in the street for the eighth time that day.

Later, I was quietly asleep in my bed, when all of a sudden I was awoken by a sudden noise. It was a wooden-sounding rattling, one that I could have sworn that I could recognize, yet I didn’t until it was too late. My window shattered, a giant fucking wagon wheel came spinning through the scattered shards like a whirling dervish, castling flecks of accumulated poo, no doubt accumulated as it rolled down the designated shitting streets as it made its fateful way to me.

I screamed as the wagon wheel crunched into my torso, smashing my ribs and bursting my organs like the bloated corpses of dead children floating down the Ganges River. I think I soiled myself in that moment, but honestly I couldn’t tell, partly because I was in too much pain and partly because the smell was already too bad. As consciousness drifted away from me and darkness closed in, it was almost as if the scattered mounds of shit that had been flung across my room were moving – no – dancing. I could almost swear I  hear their voices of the shit piles as they jigged up and down.

“Take the poo to the loo…” They seemed to whisper. “Take the poo to the loo…”

Latest Updates from the Land of the Poo

by Magneto

It has been a while since I wrote anything, so I just wanted to mention three different incidents regarding Indians in the past few weeks that I found interesting.

The first incident is about an Indian woman named Shree Chauhan who verbally attacked Sean Spicer in public. She was calling him a fascist and her Twitter account is full of anti-White tweets saying “White supremacy is the root cause of all the problems in America”. Oh really, Shree? Well if you hate White people so much, why not just go back to India? At least White men don’t rape you, throw acid in your face, and stone you to death like Indian men do.

Here is a link to that incident:

Second incident is about an Indian airline that was flying from Delhi to Chicago. The airplane had 12 toilets, but 4 of the toilets had been disabled by the previous flight, full of Indians of course. By the time the plane was 2 or 3 hours away from Chicago, the remaining eight toilets had been completely destroyed, disabled, and made unusable by Indian’s idiotic toilet habits.

The 300 people on board had to literally hold their bladder and wait to pee until they landed in Chicago. But it’s their own stupid fault for not even knowing how to use a toilet, so I don’t feel any pity for them. How the hell can you afford to buy a plane ticket to America and yet be completely unaware of how to use a Western toilet? Indians constantly brag about how they are the richest people in America, and yet the retards can’t even use toilets?

Here is the link to that incident

The third incident is about a couple of Indian men who got shot in a bar by an ex-Navy Seal in Kansas. Witnesses reported that the Seal shouted “Go back to your country,” before shooting them both.

It is most likely that the two Indian men provoked the Seal and were engaging in the typical Indian braggart bullshit. They were probably saying “You White people are all stupid, and we Indians have all the good jobs.” So they provoked the guy, and he snapped and shot them. Maybe Indians will think twice before acting in such an arrogant fashion?

There’s even been news about how Indian parents are now refusing to send their children to college in America that blame Donald Trump for their behavior, saying that America is no longer safe for minorities now that Trump is in power.

Here is the link to that incident.

And the last thing I wanted to share is that I found a very humorous video on YouTube. It is a musical video called”Take the Poo to the Loo, and it is fully animated too.

The lyrics are especially hilarious, so I’m taking the liberty of posting them below:

First thing in the morning, what do I see?
A pile of shit staring at me.
I close my eyes, I step away.
No matter where I go, there’s no getting away.
Take your poo to the loo.
Take your poo to the loo.
Take your poo to the loo.
Take your poo to the loo.

Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, next to you.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, where is that loo?

I step out on the street. What do I smell?
Shit that’s stinky to high hell.
I hold my breath, I step away.
But everywhere I go, there’s no getting away.

Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, next to you.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, where is that loo?

Shit, not shit, this shit, that shit.p
Let’s see now. Let me check.
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.

Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, next to you.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, where is that loo?

Take The Poo To The Loo

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A Short Play: Sit and Shit or Squat and Scat?

Sit and shit or squat and scat? It’s that eternal question that vexes us all.

This is from a play I wrote called Sit and Shit or Squat and Scat? A bit of scatology for your edification and evacuation. I hope you enjoy it.

Latrine One

The latrine opens in in a resturdant called Designated Shitting Streets. Clay and his swirlfriend Baby are seated on wooden stools. The four stalls of the room around them are defecated with tasteful modern fart.

“Do you love me Baby?”

“Oh Clay. You know I will always be your Clay Baby.”

Good afternoon, sir and welcome to Designated Shitting Streets. Are you ready to ordeal?

“Not yet.”

“That’s fine. No need to hershey. Fecal free to look at the menu until you decide.”

“Ready to odor now?”

“One smear for here, please.”

“I see, one smear for here.”

“Anything to stink with that?”

“I’ll just have squatter. That’ll be fine.”

“Ok, one squatter.”

“So it’s one smear and one squatter, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Anything for dessert after you’re done?”

“What do you have?”

“Pooper and squatter.”

“Pooper will be fine.”

“Thank you sir. Your ordeal will be ready soon in that nice clean white room on the right. Don’t forget to poo in the loo when you are done. Thank you for shopping at Designated Shitting Streets, sir, and have a good day please.”

 

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Smart Kids

When I was very young, one Easter I said to my mother, “Why does the Easter Bunny leave eggs? Rabbits don’t lay eggs. They’re mammals.”

I was 3 years old. I can’t believe I knew that stuff at age 3, but I also reading by age 3. I was over at the house of one my great uncles at that age, and my Mom told the uncle, Ivan, that I could already read at such a young age. Ivan didn’t believe her and scoffed. He took a random book off the shelf (an adult book, not a children’s book), opened a page and gave it to me to read. I started reading it, moving my finger along the sentences and sounding out the words. I had no idea what the words I was sounding out meant, but I was sounding them out correctly. Ivan was shocked.

One Easter, when my brother was 3 years old, he peeked outside the curtains. Just jumped backwards. “I know who the Easter Bunny is!” He proclaimed. “It’s Dad!” He had seen my father out in the yard hiding the Easter eggs.

Some kids are pretty damn smart.

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Lull

Look lively, listless language lovers, learning lame lulls lack lasting legitimacy lessening lofty literature’s lumbering, lurching locomotion; leaving Local Lunatic Linguist listing letters, let’s lazily luxuriate, losing life’s latest little lingering laments like landlords limit lawless louts’ leases, least-leniently letting long-lost loathsome lecturers lambaste liberated leaders, lucidly laughing: Listen — lending lighthearted levity lubricates lavish labor, launching latent legato lyrics like larynx-lodged lasagna; likewise, licking lollipops; looping leashes loosely; lustily locking lips; lemon-lime lozenges; large-lidded lunch liquids; lastly, low light levels limning luscious landscapes.

LOL.

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Eek! (E-K)

English enthusiasts eagerly envision enhanced emotional elevation, exceeding even existing examples’ elicited elation, encountering each ensuing eccentric exercise, ergo everyone’s esteemed enlisted essayist (enchanted!) ensures each exquisite excerpt exhibits explosive expressive efficacy evincing either excruciating editing effort, extreme endurance, engineering excellence, etc., else elemental extemporaneous effervescence, entertaining enough except — explaining earnestly — entailing eventual emergency; essentially, endorsing ever-escalating elaborate experimentation encourages extravagant excesses, especially emphasizing expectations encompassing elusive execution extending established events — exclusively employing equal everyday emblems (E’s, e.g.) embodying each emblem ensemble’s earlier end (elsewhere enunciated easily) — evaluating endowing entirely equivalent eloquence eternally, envisaging electronic education’s emerging endeavor enjoying eight, eleven, even eighteen entries, exploits experts empirically estimate expending extra-Einstein egghead energy engendering environmentally evil, Earth-exposing exhaled exhaust emissions.

Five funny features feel fairly finished for forum fodder, foolish followers falsely fancy, for failing further focus fueling full foresight, fellow fiction fanciers frankly forget fundamental facts framing fruits from frenzied freelancing, for first fragments flowing from frantic freshman fingers frequently fall flat, forming forced, flawed fakeries feigning fluency, faded facsimiles fractionally fitting for fatuous Facebook flapdoodle, familiar formulaic fragments famously fouling friends’ feeds; fine, for furthermore, fascinatingly, first forays facing far-flung fringe frontiers, finding faith’s fortitude ferociously fighting formidable foes — fear, frustration, flaky functioning, foot fungus — forge foundations for future feats, figurative furniture for fortune’s foyer, faintly favoring fantastic fairytale fates, fervently foremost finally finishing forever.

Good grief, getting gobsmacked glimpsing great glory gushing goofy gibberish generates growing gaiety, gladdening geekery’s gracious groupie (greetings), generally greasing God’s genetically ghostwritten gearbox governing giddiness gainsaying glumness: graphically, guts, glands — generously, gantries guiding glowing glee grains granting genuine giggles, graceful gadgets guarding geniality’s green garden gate; gobbledygook, gentle guy/girl gathering: grin given glimmering gold; gasp gratuitously guzzling glittery glamor (greedily, gilded gramophones gurgling garbled Gangnam getting groovy gyrating go-go gals gamely gesturing galloping); groan giant, guttural groans given glaringly glib games, gross grammatical goulash, gloppy gumbo grouping gimmicks galore: gawky gymnasts gliding gallantly, gingerly grasping gigantic grotesque gorillas; guileless genius guaranteeing gullible gala-goers grimy garbage garnering ghastly grapevine gossip (galling grieving geriatrics gripping geraniums gentrifying grandpa’s grave); ghoulish gory galleries giving grimacing guests grisly gas, grunting gruffly: go gag gobbling grass, goddamn gibbon, get gone guilty gent, git!

Huge hits have historically harbored hidden hazards, hysterical hordes hardly heeding how habitually heaping honors hyping his Holiness, Harry Harangue-Hatcher, hollering, “Hip hip, hooray! Hail Hypertext Highway’s happening hack!” heavily heightens his hedonism, hubris, head hugeness — harsh harbingers hurling humanity’s hardiest hero hellward, hereafter helming his hapless human husk haunting Hades’s hallmark hot haze, heckling Halloween’s hideous headless horseman (hefting his hollow head), harassing Hitler’s hired Holocaust henchmen, hassling ham-handed helicopter handlers — hopefully, hypothetically, having hardcore horizontal hugs holding his horny, high-heeled hourglass honey (he handily helped hang her hemp Hawaiian hammock), heartland’s “happy” housewife humbling hotel heiress Hilton, heinously having hated her husband’s horsey hee-haw “hello,” his hundred horrible hay howls hammering her homicidal; however, have heart, huddled hint hobbyists, hearkening how hallowed hieroglyphs hurtling hence harmonize hypnotically, heaven’s harps highlighting how hyperactive hippocampus hockey heaves hilarious harvested hash — healthy herbs healing hungry humor hankerings.

It is intriguing, if I innocently introspect, inquiring into industriousness, imagining isolating its ingredients, i.e. internal impetuses instrumental in inspiring indefinite intransigence in inking inane, ignoble illustrations (illuminating immoderate idiom’s indomitable impetuosity, its irrepressible impishness, in infinite iterations), intently ignoring indolent inclinations inducing interest in idly inspecting Internet idiocy instead — insouciantly ingesting incessant immature innuendos insulting impromptu interactive images, inevitably imbibing insipid informational items interpreting important issues incorrectly; if indeed impressive inner influences inhere in intrepidly indulging improbable initiatives, I informally identify: idiosyncratic innate impulses involving inflexible ideals; incurable insomnia; iron intestinal integrity; insufficiently inebriated introversion; indubitably, intellectual imperative imitating insecure icicles in impaling indifferent inactivity.

Jumping Jehoshaphat, J’s jaunty jangle jovially jolts jaded jargon junkies, justifying judicious juggling joining jocose journal jottings; judging Job’s Judaic journey jejune, jamming jousts (jointly, jabs) jeopardizing joyful June/July junctures — just jubilate, juvenilely jacking jumbo Jamba Juice jugs joking jumbled jingles jollify jail’s jeering junior janitors.

Knucklehead knaves karate-kicking King Kong’s kidneys kneel, kindred kibitzers, keenly knowing kempt knights knead keyboards, knitting kooky keynotes — kerosene kinetically kindling kinky kittens’ kisses, kiddingly kidnapping Kim Kardashian’s kingdom keys, knotting klutzy Kanye’s knickers; knappish killjoys, kowtow: kryptonite k-key knacks keep knowledge-knockers knackered.

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Abecedarian

Behold, by being brave, but besides boldness by brainstorming before beginning, broadcasting brief blurbs becomes bizarre but basic babbling.

Continuing, casual crowd commenters can concur, collectively checking current compositional constraints controlling character choice, concerning certain crackpot creative chores, chiefly claiming common cunning’s compelled conclusion, comprising conjectured chore conquerability (circumstantially) carrying clear caveats cautioning care, considering calling colossal commitments complete cinches could convey controversial cool confidence.

Don’t dare doubt David’s diligence doing deeds demanding deft, devious design, dear discussion denizen, deeming dogged determination doesn’t darken David’s door; during diction’s driest drudgery, despite delightful daydreams delaying development, destiny’s death-defying daredevil detail deviser dodges despair, denying defeat, displaying devotion, demonstrating dreary deliberation, doubles daft drama’s devastating dynamic disposition, dovetailing directly.

Haha.

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An Anomalous Addendum

Absolutely.

Assembling an appropriate answer appears achievable, assuming an articulate author appropriately adept at alliteration.

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“Jonah, The Series,” Chapter Outline for Serial Work of Novelettes

A friend of mine is working on this work of fiction. I haven’t read much of it, but I did read the chapter outline. I wasn’t wild about his earlier work (movie reviews), but I really enjoyed this chapter outline. He has a BA degree in English from South Carolina State University. He has given the work to a professor who has published several novels and the professor liked it.

This work has “pulp” elements, but I like it anyway, though I am not much into pulp stuff. To me, this seems like it is publishable. It is at least as good as a lot of the pulp stuff out there and maybe even better.

Each novelette is 17,500 words or 70 pages.

Perhaps you are wondering what the limits are for various forms of fiction. Here they are, approximately:

  1. Short-short story – 1-8 pages (under 2,000 words)
  2. Short story – 8-30 pages (2,000-7,500 words)
  3. Novelette – 30-70 pages (7,500-17,500 words)
  4. Novella – 70-160 pages (17,500-40,000 words)
  5. Novel – 160 pages+ (40,000 words+)

Feel free to offer any comments on it.

SEASON ONE: GOLD STAR RISING (1-22)

Welcome to North Hill, South Carolina. In the day it’s a glitzy city and a cheap vacation spot. At night it’s ruled by criminals and cursed by darkness.

15-year-old Jonah Singleton is an angst-ridden petty thief, running with a group of misfits who steal for profit under their friend Bert. One night Jonah’s life is forever changed when a harrowing encounter leaves him with the superhuman abilities of an otherworldly being. Soon Jonah’s amazing powers make him a local legend amongst the lowlifes and hoods, earning him the street name ‘Gold Star’ and driving Bert away.

But Bert’s not going away quietly. He quickly resurfaces as ‘King Bloodlust,’ having gained demonic powers of his own, and conscripts nearly all the gangs in the city on a vengeful crusade against Jonah. Meanwhile, Jonah’s aura affects his closest friends, granting them unique gifts of their own. Selena (‘Daughter Nature’) Reiner gains the ability to control and become the four elements; David (‘Duck’) Morris can download information into his brain simply by tapping books and computers; and Steve (‘Seeker’) James can psychically locate any object or person he’s touched.

With war brewing and the lives of Jonah’s family and friends at stake, he must seek out allies for the coming conflict and learn what it means to be a ‘hero’ before everything he knows is lost. Along the way he’ll fall in love, and of course, eat plenty of Slim Jims.

1. EPISODE ONE: “The Lost Ones”

(1). I Am…
(2). The Lost Ones
(3). The Super Feedbag Raid
(4). The Price of Power
(5). By These Hands

EPISODE TWO: “Origins.”

(1). The Altercation
(2). Mama
(3). The Test of Wits
(4). The Test of Silence
(5). The Operation
(6). Surrounded
(7). Changes

EPISODE THREE: “On Becoming a Legend”

(1). Karen
(2). Backseat Tiger
(3). The Legend Begins
(4). Healing Hand
(5). The Legend Spreads
(6). Hot and Heavy
(7). Apprehension

EPISODE FOUR: “Rescue.”

(1). [Bert] Inauguration
(2). The Really Lost Ones
(3). Paying the Rent
(4). Ransom
(5). Pro Bono Rescue
(6). Highway to Hell
(7). Comfort Food
(8). [Bert] Succession
(9). Light and Pain

EPISODE FIVE: “Fixing the Hurt”

(1). Story of the Year
(2). [NHPD] New Assignment
(3). The Man in the Woods
(4). Control Freak
(5). Carry On Wayward Son
(6). [NHPD] New Lead
(7). The Incredibly Strange Zombies Who Became Mixed Up Creatures
(8). Who’s Your Daddy?
(9). [????] Problem Child

EPISODE SIX: “Touch.”

(1). [Duck] Nerds, Dummies and Mutants
(2). [Duck] The Accidental Scholar
(3). [Duck] David: Portrait of a Serial Book Toucher
(4). [Duck] It’s a Date
(5). [Duck] Dip into Darkness

EPISODE SEVEN – “It’s Elemental”

Chapter List
(1). [Selena] The One about the Preacher’s Daughter
(2). [Selena] A Very Reiner Thanksgiving
(3). [Selena] Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Heart
(4). [Selena] Daughter Nature Rising
(5). [Selena] Good Girls Don’t…
(6). [Selena] …But I Do.
(7). [Bloodlust] Vetoed

EPISODE EIGHT: “Seeker.” (Incomplete)(1). [Steve] Brain Synergy
(2). [Steve]
(3). [Steve]
(4). [Steve]
(5). [Steve] The Girl, the Park, and Other Things
(6). [The True Coming] Hands of an Angry God

Episode 9. “Three Shades of Red”
Episode 10. “Race.”
Episode 11. “The 1.44 MB Nuke Adventure”
Episode 12. “Beating.”
Episode 13. “Old Scars”
Episode 14. “Closer.”
Episode 15. “King Bloodlust’s Court: A Winter Rumble”
Episode 16. “Vigilante.”
Episode 17. “The Virgin Surgeon”
Episode 18. “Prelude.”
Episode 19. “The Knightfall Effect”
Episode 20. “Equalizer.”
Episode 21. “The Pure Light”
Episode 22. “Goodbye.”

SEASON TWO – LAST SACRIFICE (23-44)

Bloodlust has been beaten and the Red Deaths all subsequently exorcized. But in the aftermath, North Hill is far from safe. While Selena struggles with her near-death experience and Jonah deals with his family and personal life, Duck finishes ingesting The Book of Last Remnants, and the truth he reveals spells out even worse trouble for Team Gold. Now Jonah must face off against Master Vel, the man behind the Bloodlust Curtain—a demon whose death could mean the deaths of everyone.

Episode 23. “Cruel Summer”
Episode 24. “Words.”
Episode 25.
Episode 26.
Episode ? “Final Phase”

SEASON THREE – EQUILIBRIUM

Selena heads off to college, and with her boyfriend Jonah still in high school that can only mean one thing: an inevitable breakup. But Team Gold will need each other more than ever this time. With Master Vel out of commission and Etea slaughtered, The Order of the True Coming is, to put it bluntly, not happy with Jonah and company. For that matter, neither are the ever-watching dark gods, who have an agenda of their very own.

Open war is declared on Team Gold from two fronts; further complicating matters is that Etea has thrown the positive/negative energy spectrum off-balance, turning North Hill into a beacon for paranormal activity as it attracts the remaining Last Remnants. As the True Coming searches for a final solution to bringing down the Barrier, and poltergeists, curses, and exactly one vampire make life for North Hill a living Hell, Team Gold makes a pact in the midst of the chaos: to expel the dark gods once and for all, at the understood risk of breaking the world apart.

Episode ? “There Will Only Be One…”
Episode ? “There Went My Hero”
Episode ? “Expulsion.”
Episode ? “Purity Ring”

SEASON FOUR – DISPLACEMENT

A crucial moment of truth that could change the course of Jonah’s life forever is interrupted when he is stabbed in the back with a magic knife and snatched from his dimension by a foppish, green-skinned creep. Now under direct control of The Hopper and with no discernible way to return home, Jonah has no choice but to be bounced through a series of incredibly oddball—and often quite poignant—parallel Earths.

Jonah’s final stop lands him in a dimension overrun by the Hell Realm, where he comes face to face with Abigail Braxton, a girl whose strength and abilities rival Jonah’s own. And not a moment too soon, either, for Abigail is on a collision course with destiny, her own world’s fate hanging in the balance. Fortunately for Gold Star and the Guardian, hope appears in the form of a legendary sword with power of cosmic proportions.

Episode ? “Sister Golden Hair”
Episode ? “The Guardian and the Gold Star”
Episode ? “Heavenblade”

SEASON FIVE – CONTAMINATION

Jonah returns to his Earth for a bittersweet reunion. But following close behind him is the Heavenblade, and following close behind that is a confused Abigail…and serious complications. Before Jonah can wash his hands of a love triangle he never intended, the Multiverse is thrown into its darkest hour. An existence-destroying force known only as ‘The Corruption’ has been sprung free of its prison. Its ultimate target: the Chrysalis, a pillar that binds all that is and all that could be together. Doom approaches faster than Jonah can prepare, but with the Pure Light lost and the Heavenblade exhausted, our hero is backed into a corner as the ground literally vanishes beneath his feet.

The bells have rung and the carpet has rolled out for the final battle. This time all creation is at stake. Failure means not only the end of existence, but the possibility that existence could ever bloom again. Do the good guys always get a happy ending?

Episode ? Sharp Edges
Episode ? Transfer. (Final episode.)

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Life (Sad Song)

The years. The long years. The sadness of the years.

Those are lines from my fiction. I wrote those lines 34 years ago, in 1979, when I was 22 years old. I still like them a lot. The Buddhists say, “all of life is sadness,” and in a way they are correct. Once you are realize that, it is very liberating, and you can be very happy. Incidentally, I was a very happy person when I wrote those lines; unfortunately, a lot happier than I am now. I was very happy as a young man, less so later on.

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