Tuesday, 23 April 2013

One last name or more?

One last name.

"so who's the final invite to this party?"
asked Sassy looking up earnestly at Fluvia.

Fluvia stopped and squinted at the list.

"I strongly suspect there are a couple of more names under these stains!"

Goldie peered up at the list.

"Shall we just do the one we ca ... look the letters are changing as I read them!"

Lady Zen Shipper suddenly turned and there was a terrible ugly noise if she was being dragged along something rough and nasty.

Some one shouted.

"The walls are fading!"

"No no they're closing in!"

"I'm melting!"

"No it's a reality reset!"

The walls returned only now they seemed to be made of tinted glass though there was a clear area where a viewing screen had been showing a mass of roiling darkness.

Jonahexed shuddered and went into frantic explanotary mode.

"Someonewastalkingabouthisbackatheclub ... I ... I think we dropped below a critical reader threshold and have been sucked into the Dark Recycling Maelstrom!"

Readers shout out for Teckelstein!

Don't blame me I'm just the scribe.

Next time dodos and imaginary friends and other wierd stuff.

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

The Origin of Teckelstein

The origin of Teckelstein

This passage comes from chapter 2.

A young European Bronze Age hunter had discovered the mountain-side cave of one of the last descendants of the hominoid people now known as Neanderthals and then as the Wild Folk of the Forest. The Neanderthaloid had a pack of canids with puppies, who were strange shaggy dwarvish things, like the hominid they shared a den with, not exactly hounds with short legs, or terriers, but something ancestral to both types of canids. The elderly hominid beckoned in a friendly manner to the younger human and presented a squirming tail-wagging pup, holding it up to him in one large hand as a gift of friendship. The young human looked at the strange creature who seemed to be half giant with his large deepset eyes, massive projecting nose, round chinless face, and equally massive shoulders and arms, and yet dwarvish and stunted below the waist line with shorter legs beginning to become withered from the effects of osteo-arthritis and other ailments.
“ … yes … ,” whispered Sassy anxiously, remembering her history classes, “You take the pup and offer your protection to the Spirit Walker of the Old Ones and he shows you how to align your fields and settlement to the local geoforces, the ley lines, to create a Holy Earth Covering place."

 (*Teg is an ancient and honorable Indoeuropean Radical!)

Fresh material soon. I'm rereading all the posts again to make sure Sassy and Goldie's  erratic narration hasn't made the plot lines too confusing and to pick up any dangling threads that need to be more tightly woven back into the whole!

Who are my German readers?

Another traffic source of visitors to this blog is from Germany?

So if you are real people and not search bots shout say hello or comment?

Who are my russian readers?

Who are My Russian Readers ?

My stats map shows a sudden peak in readers from the former USSR?

If you're real people and not searchbots howzabout a shout out?

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Between a Cloth and a Hard Place

Between a Cloth and a Hard Place

While villianry gloated and the girls worked down their list JonaHexed was recovering from being forcibly repossessed by Fluvia from the clutches of that evil fabric Dark Caper.
He was encouched literally in Lady Zen Shippers tea lounge enjoying the sort of couch or sofa you really can seek into deeply. Dark Caper's bottle had been sealed into bubble wrap then super glued to a wooden board and the board nail gunned to a shelf of trophies and souvenirs.  Shrieks of frustration could still be heard though. The malevolent textile wanted out.

JonaHexed pulled a cushion over his head and grimaced wishing he was back in Brief Appearances safely enjoying refreshments, civilized company, and safety from predators like Dark Caper.  Once upon a time he had briefly been a star in a season of a popular scifi series. Now that series and its spin-offs were merely reruns and he ... he wept. It was painful being a character so close to fading that he could easily  be possessed by so minor an entity of Dark Caper who'd only appeared in fan fiction where at least he was a fan fiction version of a full character. The two had merged to survive.

Someone pulled the cushion off his head and passed him a tissue. It was one of the refugees from the Space Sargasso.

"Whats your name? I've forgotten mine? Can you help me find one? It's hard to remember who I used to be?"

Jonah sat down. He was written to try to be helpful and so compelled to respond. Plus the refugee was female and dressed in a retro futuristic skirt.

Dark Caper vented another muffled shriek sensing the surge of positive thought.

He smiled at the refugee asking,

"Who do you want to be?"

"I think I was in some 60s scifi comic. Something about space cadets. I was ... Vicki something ... someone British... "

"Vicki is a lovely name!" exclaimed JonaHexed suppressing an urge to go into explanatory mode.

"Ever heard of Wikipedia? Lets see if Lady Zen Shipper can access it or has an updated copy in her files?"

Goldie flumped into the room just as JonaHexed moved closer to Vicki and shrieked,

"Oh JonaHexed! Are you recovered Yet! Good back to work Dear!"

JonaHexed sighed and muttered "Duty calls ..." and followed Goldie out of the room.

A certain cloth snickered gleefully anticipating being alone with Vicki.

"I forgot someone!" snapped JonaHexed and stomped back into the room. He picked up the cushions and piled them on top on Dark Caper's shelf for extra insulation and turned and smiled at Vicki.

"why don't you come to the bridge with us and we'll access the computer from there?"

A muffled groan of disgust came from the shelf.

"Bah sentiment!"

Next time there's one last name on that list. Who could it be?

and will anyone ask who Vicki the Space Cadet is?

Hint there's a clue in the tags!

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Quantum Untanglements

Quantum UNtanglements

"He changed sex?" asked a captain who was unaware of certain events?

"No this is his wife. Given what happened the last time he was in a novel he's probably outside with the villians," answered a certain female captain grimly.

"Yes he's still angry with you. I got him to calm down but he did THAT look!" replied the spousal Q.

"THAT look?" stated another captain.

"Yes," replied the female Q, "THAT look and then he smiled and said something about telling someone with a bigger grudge than him about Cintamanis and Nodes. I thought well if he played with the timelines I could go and fix it later and the time that immortal involved him in a transtemporal crossover he did fix it himself but this mess well the other Q are very angry with him and I offered to fix it.

So I'm letting you lot out. Now here are the keys! I have to be elsewhere and when."

"Wait!" screamed the captains as she disappeared.

"Now what do we do?" some one asked as they moved down the corridor opening cells.

"I'm going to the armory!"  A group of the more macho and military captains followed him.

Elsewhere and when the spousal Q was confronting her mate.

"Q this is wrong!"

"But it is amusing," retorted her husband smiling evilly.

"Oh really next thing you'll be stroking a Persian cat or tribbles!"

"How do you think tribbles got off their home world," smirked Q.


"Answer me!"


"Darling why are you here?" asked her husband realising she had no intention of leaving.

"I tried to go to Teckelstein for a morning cup of chai latte. It's not there! It's not anywhere. You removed Teckelstein. Put it back!"

"Really let me look. Oh it came back by itself. But they oh no they're heading here!"

"Well wouldn't that be interesting?" stated his wife enjoying his flustered look.

"Remember how we ... well I promised to protect them because they helped with . . ."

You broke an bounding oath Q!"

Q turned very pale.

"Start fixing this now and I might just might help you untangle this mess!" offered his wife.