My great-whatever-grandfather was never hampered by power outages. Electricity was far from the norm in his day, although I understand the Embankment and Holborn Viaduct were often bathed in the glow of arc lamps. Still, he plied his craft with supreme efficiency regardless and since those well-lit areas were not included in his regular stomping grounds, illumination was of no significance. Indeed, he did his best work under cover of darkness.
Blackouts can be useful, I don't deny, but they are far from necessary in order for me to follow in his footsteps. Come morning, the result will be the same.
There are rare moments when a person is forced to stop and consider their actions. Their choices in life. Without distractions like the internet or electronic devices, this is such a moment. And I must confess, the realization is bleak. How have I accomplished so little? By this age, my mother had become a legend. And yet here I am, sunbathing on a rock in the middle of the sea without any sailors being lured to their deaths. What a disappointment I’ve become. But Minecraft is way more fun than devouring souls.
My guardian angel earned its wings, delivering me to my lawyer’s office safely. A dapperly dressed man was coming from a back room as I entered. “Mr. Plumber,” he said. “Yes Mr. Gyst, Dave will do.” “Paul, please. You look like you saw a ghost.” “You’re funny!” There was no outage of words as I explained what had happened. “A real live ghost? Did you take any pictures?” “You’re an ass. It’s my house and I want it out.” “I do evictions, not exorcisms. However, I have a client who might.” He opened his billfold and handed me a card.
Post by ScienceGirl on Jun 23, 2021 8:55:35 GMT -6
Two sweet words, putting the entire university at a standstill at 2:15 on a Friday afternoon. In my office alone sit twelve college administrators, and none of us have the foggiest idea of what to do. Our entire being is online. Digitized. Paralyzed.
It's Friday. It's over. First, we arrange the papers neatly on our desk, a task we reserve for 3:50.
Brave Jenny pulls out her cell phone. "Hey, Kim? Get the kids ready. Think I'm going to split early today."
Tim follows, then Kara, and finally Oscar, who's older than dirt.
The lab goes dark. The electricity arcing between nodes pops and dies. Outside, the storm rolls a tin can across the sky. Ruined. Years of work destroyed by nature’s fury. The gods have sided after all, and they have chosen sabotage.
A flash of lightning reveals a dozen cages and twisted bodies within. Wings, paws, talons meshed with arms. Mouths elongated into half-formed beaks, pincers, mandibles. Tails stunted at the bases of spines. They were to be glorious, not this. Grotesque abortions.
They begin to stir. To scream. To rattle bars. A cage door opens. I can’t run fast enough.
Alatariel: Pelwrath, is the remodel a surprise?
Oct 24, 2021 18:03:58 GMT -6
FoxxGlove: Looks like these Halloween entries are going to be sooooooo close.
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HDSimplicityy: Tonight I learned that critiquing other peoples' critiques is not a custom in some groups. Is that even true? I did it in school and I think we do that here.
Oct 25, 2021 20:02:22 GMT -6
HDSimplicityy: Im not sure they will enjoy reading chapters of my novel every several weeks with the content.
Oct 25, 2021 20:05:42 GMT -6
Alatariel: I don't think I've ever critiqued someone else's crit
Oct 25, 2021 21:08:46 GMT -6
HDSimplicityy: I mean clarifying your writing
Oct 25, 2021 21:43:06 GMT -6
pelwrath: Day 3 of remodeling, kind of a surprise. She know that not what. Get new electrical covers, put molding back, closet shelves, and start assembling new furniture. Wife is refinishing desk.
Oct 26, 2021 7:34:33 GMT -6
pelwrath: I hope to be less tired and return to scoring tonight.
Oct 26, 2021 8:36:37 GMT -6