1/31/11: Eating Leftovers

When Earth is destroyed 87 people must find a new home.

The IDIOT Fleet left the solar system with full tanks of gas and 87 new members of the fleet as well as a wide array of animals that had no place to call home. Three ships had been emptied out to accommodate them all. The J’RIN was assigned to the animals. Leftovers from the last outsourcing exchange had been assigned to work on the J’RIN feeding and caring for the animals. So far only three of the leftovers had been eaten. A lion, the other by a tiger and the other by a bear ate one of the leftovers. But that’s not really a problem; the families of those leftovers will be compensated greatly. They will be given the insurance money from the IDIOT fleet corporation which takes out a very large policy out on all members of the fleets. Also the families will be given lifetime passes to fly with any IDIOT Fleet that passes near their system.

Which is a great benefit to Leioo of the N system. The bear ate her husband. She warned him not to go but she could not stop him. She had always wanted to see the galaxy though and now this will allow her to do that.

1/30/11: Why did the Secretary steal the money?

Oh, if you read my mini mystery you know the answer now.

Why did the secretary steal the money?

Because she is a thief.

How long has the secretary worked for the school?

She has been a secretary for Principal Jones for less than a year. She was a last minute replacement for the secretary who retired recently.

How did she get away with it?

No one thought it strange the secretary would take the money box from the table because she was the one who was going to fill out the reports for the donation.

What did she do with it after stealing it?

She left the school grounds.

How did she do it?

She knew what time the Janitor was coming into work. She went down to the girls locker room and spray painted the wall. She heard the janitor coming and dropped the can then ran from up to the office. She awaited the call from the janitor and he told her that the principal was needed in the locker room. she called the principal, telling him that someone had graffitied the girl’s locker room. The principal went down to the locker room leaving the money box on the table. She went up to the auditorium. And waited for the two other people to become distracted then she took the box.

1/29/11: The Bake sale was a success

This is the outline of the new mini mystery I am writing for class.

Money from the schools bake sale disappears from beneath the noses of the people who were left in charge of it.

Characters:

Principal Jones: He left the money with the two coordinators of the event: Jaime Reynolds and Wendy Cramer, after a call from his secretary to come to the office. He said someone had defaced the girl’s locker room. No one saw who did it but he janitor said he heard someone or someone’s running from the locker room as he was preparing to begin cleaning up after the bake sale.

Jaime Reynolds: Jaime Reynolds is the original founder of the Bake sale. She started it when her son was diagnosed with cancer.

1/28/11: People watching

this the continuation of the post from 1/15/11. The original title of this was Kicking a Babies Butt.

The crowds would start arriving in mass to shop and eat. The shoppers would file through this little corridor to one of the department stores and he would make sure to look at every single one of them.

“But nothing ever happens in this place,” He said to himself.

He was given this post because he needed a break. The job could be stressful sometimes but he didn’t really think relocating him to people watching in the mall was necessary.

The shoppers began to show up.

The first people to walk past him were a man and his young daughter. Actually, there was a chance he was her grandfather. He had gray hair on the sides above his ears.

1/27/11: Luck in the Known World

A horror adventure series I have a few screenplays written for already. It follows a group of vampire hunters and their adventures. But nothing really makes these hunters supernatural in any way. They are just really lucky people.

There is no way to measure it. No way to gauge it. It is there and it is what keeps them alive. Hunters in the Known World are lucky people. Usually men, they know they are lucky and most don’t jinx it by talking about it. How else can someone survive fights with the Feral Spirit that possesses men and women and turns them into raging beasts? How else can a person dodge the deadly strikes of an Abomination created by evil and sent to destroy not only the Hunter and all life in an area? Sure skill is involved but luck makes it possible. The Hunters of the Known World face many dangers and their luck is what keeps them all alive.

1/26/11: Outline for Mini mystery

This is the outline for my original mini mystery. I think the character has some good potential so I am going to save him for later.

Inspector Thibodeaux is called to investigate the death of a supervisor at a restaurant in town. The victim is also the biggest philander in the parish. As the cities’ best investigator he is able to ascertain who committed the crime and why. He is a eccentric individual though and when he steps on to a crime scene he is very noticeable. He wears an all white suit and a white fedora that shades his pale face from the hot Louisiana sun. His shoes are what attract the most attention. They are alligator Madison shoes that look completely out of place at most crime scenes.

1/25/11: Jack Fargone and Otto

Jack is the protaganist for a series I would like to write. He seeks advice from a whale named Otto and here is a little bit of that.

Jack Fargone stood watching the blue water on the other side of the protective barrier. He stared deeply into the cyan abyss that existed filled the large window before him.

As he watched the light filter through the water his mind wandered to his left jean pocket. Inside his pocket he was thumbing a ring around his index finger. An engagement ring meant for someone who didn’t actually want it and now will never get it.

“Thinking about Regina, again?” The voice was slow and smooth.

“Yea, Otto,” Jack answered. He continued to stare into the aquarium.

“Can’t help but think if she were here she would have liked all this craziness even more than me.”

“I am sure she would have also,” The voice grows a little louder as a large whale swims across the window into the aquarium.

1/24/11: Jack Fargone

This is a character for my film script writing class.

As one of 87 people who survived the destruction of planet Earth, Jack Fargone has to find a place where he belongs with the help of a talking dog and a humpback whale named Otto.

Character Spines:

1. How does your character like his eggs in the morning?

Jack likes his eggs over easy. A runny yolk that makes a mess he can sop up with toast saturated in butter, not margarine but real butter. He also likes hash browns that are slightly crispy and help to absorb some of the yolk.

2. How does your character’s chronological order of his surname affect his behavior?

Jack was always somewhere at the beginning so whenever he had to answer questions or do stuff in class he had to think quickly on his feet.

3. What did your character ask for on his 18^th birthday?

Jack asked for a new bike. His last one was stolen when he turned 16 and he didn’t have enough to get a new one. He lives in Chicago and rides the bus or EL Train everywhere and his parents don’t have cars either.

4. Your character sees a turtle struggling on its back in the desert, what does he do?

Jack would turn the turtle back upright and then follow him to see where he goes. If he saw the turtle encounter any further dangers he would help the turtle out.

5. What is your characters favorite type of music?

He will listen to pretty much anything that is mainstream. He isn’t a music snob but if it is really popular he usually won’t listen to it unless it is really good.

6. Has your character had a significant other and are they still together?

Yes he had a girlfriend and no they are not together at the beginning of the story. She broke up with him because he wasn’t doing anything with his life. He accepted the assistant manager position at the video store and was planning on buy a ring to propose to her but then the world was destroyed. He thought it would show he was serious.

7. If your character saw an old lady get mugged what would he do?

Jack would run after the thief. He is all about helping those less fortunate and it tends to get him in trouble.

8. How many languages does your character speak?

Jack speaks one language, English. He took Spanish in high school but retains none of it.

1/23/11: And then it all ended

After the Golden Age of Man we were lost. Exiled to the far reaches of the Galaxy and hunted.

Then it all fell apart. The Eugenics Rebellion began and we lost control of the Empire. The lesser races we had created and helped thrive were led to rebel against us by a select few who felt they knew what was best for all. Millions of star systems rebelled and overthrew our reign. The rebellion became war and the lesser races began to win. We scrambled all our assets to combat them but desperation and a willingness to forfeit life was hard to combat. We destroyed planets but that merely fanned the flames of rebellion. Our best creations turned against us and we never believed they would fight us.

1/22/11: The Golden Age of Man

This is a part of the Scholars and Others storyline. The Golden Age was right before we lost reign over the galaxies. What followed was our downfall and eventual exile to where we are now. When I did a search online I found this wiki entry which fuels further ideas. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ages_of_Man.

The Golden age of man was a time when our race ruled the galaxy with the other Golden races. We were masters of all things in the Galaxy. We could bend space to allow instantaneous travel. We could create life and we could destroy it just as easily. We ruled over a million star systems and that was only the Humans. As a collective empire we ruled the lesser races and subjugated those unwilling to accept our rule. Many of those races saw us as benevolent rulers, but others saw us a tyrannical dictators. But we provided so much to so many. We connected the different points of the galaxy with the use of Warp Gates. We created sustenance for the starving in areas of the galaxy where there was none.

1/21/11: Murder of a Philanderer

The original victim of my mini mystery. The mini mystery will be submitted to Women's World Weekly magazine and this seemed too seedy for that.

The victim was killed because he slept with Fox’s wife. Right before the murder Fox confronted the victim in the parking lot. Later that night he confronted him again in the restaurant. Fox had removed his wedding ring and the tan line from it is still visible. The victim is widely known as a playboy and philanderer. So the murder of him by one of the men whose wives he slept with is not far fetched. The only problem with that is there are a lot and he was killed in the restaurant after hours in the back office which was locked from the inside. There are only 4 individuals with keys: John, Wendy, Danny and Fox. John and Wendy were both off and claim to have been together. Their alibi cannot be confirmed. Danny was seen arguing with the victim during the busy dinner hours and he actually had to be escorted out by two police officers who were off duty at the time. The victim told the officers that he was mad because he had been fired. Danny may have kept a copy of the key and used it to access the office.

1/20/11: Who Dunnit?

This was my original idea for a mini mystery we had to write for class. Unfortunately, the mystery is the main character in a mini mystery, not the characters and some of these characters were too much.

John, restaurant manager, had access to the office but was with Wendy. Said it was the victims turn to close on Friday since they trade Fridays between himself, the Victim and Wendy.

Wendy, restaurant assistant manager, had access to the office also but was with John. She had a feeling someone was stealing money from the restaurant when she noticed the books were being altered. She didn’t have any idea who was doing it though. It very well could have been John.

Danny discovered the money laundering but had yet to say anything to anybody. He was going to report it to John but was recently fired by the Victim. Wendy had told Danny to come by and get his final check sometime that day but he didn’t make it in until later that night. When he did arrive the victim was there and him and the victim got in an argument. He left and never returned.

Fox is the head chef of the restaurant. He killed the victim. Fox had a wedding ring mark on his finger where he recently removed his wedding ring after his wife had cheated on him with the victim. He was the evening chef and knew that the victim would be closing that night. He confronted the victim about the affair and choice words were said between the two of them.

1/19/11: Inspector Thibodeaux

Inspector Thibodeaux stood over the almost naked body of the victim, Scott Vick. A toothpick bobbed beneath the Inspectors pencil thin moustache as he examined the scene before him. The rain had been falling all night and the puddle the victim lay in grew deeper by the minute. Inspector Thibodeaux’s ivory umbrella kept the rain off his white suit but his albino alligator skin Madison shoes were almost covered by the water in the puddle.

“Seems fitting, Inspector.” Deputy Gravois stood next to the Inspector, just on the edge of the puddle.

“What? That the Parish’s most notorious philander was found in an empty alley wearing nothing but his boxers?” Thibodeaux said.

“No, that those ugly alligator shoes of yours are in the water again,” Gravois sniggered then walked back to his patrol car at the mouth of the alley.

Inspector Thibodeaux followed him as the medical examiner began moving the body out of the puddle.

“What do you think?” Thibodeaux asked as he stood approached Gravois.

“I think the he stuck his poker in the wrong fire,” Gravois spit a brown glob of saliva and tobacco. Bits of chew stuck to is teeth as he smiled at the Inspector.

1/18/11: Jack is a simple man

Jack is a simple man. He worked in a video store peddling the latest rentals out to a dying breed of people. He didn’t have a girlfriend but had a crush on the waitress at the local bar he and his three friends hung out at after work. He was on his way to the bar that evening when the IDIOTS ship picked him from the surface of the planet along with 87 other humans and an array of animals. He had intended on telling the waitress he would like to go out on a date but then the IDIOTS got in the way. So now he is one of 87 humans an alien fleet that’s soul purpose to relocate people around the galaxy.

1/17/11: The Generationals

The Generationals were an out-dated asset that the Empire of Man used only to reminisce about old times. They were immortals using technology that tied their life to the life of the planets. There were many of them on Earth and when the Scattering ultimately occurred they Empire of Man had no choice but to let them die.

The Generationals knew the day would come and when it did they accepted their fate. But the knowledge that was lost when the world was destroyed was immense. The Empirical Libraries were transferred and copied but the personal experiences and knowledge could never be replaced.

1/16/11: The Alterium

The world was under attack from extraterrestrial forces. Forces we did not understand. Forces hell-bent on destroying us all. Little did we know the weapons to fight them were in our hands, or in our souls.

They were the Kreasd. They were aliens who scoured the galaxy looking to destroy all life. Few planets survived an onslaught by them and Earth was just lucky.

Only one weapon could destroy them.

The Alterium.

The Kreasd have been laying waste to civilizations and planets for millennia. They were going to put an end to all life in the galaxy when a group of survivors devised a plan to create the ultimate weapons.

1/15/11: People watching

Riley sat in one of the large, cushiony chairs at the entrance of the department store. He watched the many people file past him to buy overpriced items. He had been watching now for two hours and was getting bored. When he was bored he would begin making up stories for the people as they walked by.

Like the older lady with the black hair and gold metallic shirt who placed her drink from one of the food court vendors on the table next to him, he figured she was a complete bitch. She didn’t even try to find a trashcan. She merely put it on the table and walked away.

“She probably thought: Ugh, this is gross. Now it’s someone else problem,” Riley said as he flipped his phone open to check the time.

“Three more hours. Nothing ever happens in these places.”

1/14/11: The Pauper's Funeral

While everyone was down stairs mourning the loss of her brother, Annie was upstairs trying to forget him.

Her brother died less than a week ago and she convinced herself the easiest way to deal with it was to try and forget him. Everyone was downstairs remembering Paul and Annie was upstairs getting rid of everything that reminded her of him.

“No, no, here.” The whispers outside the door disturbed her efforts to clear her bedroom of remnants of Paul.

“Here?” They were diminutive and squeaky. Almost like cartoon mice or impish.

“What the heck,” Annie goes to the door and throws it open. The hallway outside was empty.

1/13/11: The Planet is doomed 4

The Planet was doomed.

Not from the scourge of mankind and all our misguided decisions to consume all the fossil fuels and use up all the resources. Not from our use of chlorofluorocarbons in our hair sprays and roach sprays. Not from the explosion of our population worldwide and no way to feed every mouth. No, all those would have eventually killed us if we had the time. Instead, the world was doomed by outside forces of business and economics among alien races that had no idea mankind existed. Well, up until about twenty minutes ago they did not know we existed.

The Intergalatic Department of Industrial Outsourcing and Teleportation Services (IDIOTS) planned to use the planets in our solar system as a crude fuel for their freighters. It was a busy time for IDIOTS as they were transporting workers from one job site to another. They had to save money somewhere and scrapping nine planets in an unnamed solar system would save charging the corporate account. With new labor laws in the center of the galaxy, IDIOTS were booked for years transporting workers and jobs across the galaxy.

But on this day the newest member of this IDIOT fleet was at the data analysis terminal and decided to follow all protocols in the New Recruit handbook, Edition 450A. This new edition was supposed to ensure every recruit had a chance to become captain one day. But in reality it all it did was keep a new recruit busy with mundane tasks and requirements.

This newest member of the crew had always been an over achiever and this new assignment wasn’t going to be any different. He wanted to impress this new captain. The last captain he served under didn’t like him at all. Something about jettisoning cargo and the captain’s mother’s body being among said cargo.

As this recruit was excelling at his job a small alien stumbled onto the deck. Usually IDIOTS would not give a second thought to an insignificant race such as Humans, but it just happen that a liberal, bleeding heart conservationist blindly stumbled through the sliding doors and into the darkened bridge of the fleet command ship. The conservationist saw the results of the scan of the solar system after his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

Everyone on board the command ship thought of this protector of the weaker aliens as an insignificant annoyance who was required to be on ship for the yearly inspections.

He was a little eight-armed man whose six bulbous eyes were not accustomed to the harsh lighting in the corridors of the command ship. He had to squint his way around the ship because the ships captain was trying very hard to keep the lights at maximum illumination. It was during his blind wandering that the conservationist stumbled onto the bridge. He had actually been looking for the cafeteria to enjoy his fifth meal of the night. These IDIOT command ships always had the best midnight buffets.

“Um, Captain? What is that,” the conservationist asked, pointing to the small screen in the corner of the overhead displays.

“Official Preign, that is the scan of the local system we are entering,” the Captain said. “No need to worry yourself about it.”

“But Captain, there is life on the third planet from the sun,” Official Preign said. “While it is very primitive life it is life none the less.”

“Oh great.” The Captain’s head sunk and he forced himself to get up from his very comfortable looking chair. “Isn’t there a buffet you should be getting to?”

“In due time, Captain,” Preign said. “But first, look here. This third planet has life and it is apparently sentient life with a level 4 civilization.”

“Level four?”

“Yes, a civilization that is between agrarian and space faring.”

“Well. Let’s take a closer look,” The Captain looked at the over head.

87 people, living not dead, they didn’t have the time to raise the dead. 6 dogs, 2 birds, and 4 greater mammals. So naturally, a whale was one of the choices. No body knew at the time though that the whale was actually named Otto and could speak. But we were getting ahead of ourselves.

the main character is a young man who has to deal with this strange circumstance. Since the 87 were taken from all over the planet they all don’t speak the same language so everyone is given a translator module that is worn around their neck like a necklace. The young man befriends a girl, a pair of twins, and a small red dog. The dog is given a translator also. When the main character talks to the dog the dog usually replies or says single words to express his ideas. The Twins were just lucky. The transport device scanned for their dna and picked up the two people with the same DNA.

1/12/11: The Planet is Doomed 3

The Planet was doomed.

Not from the scourge of mankind and all our misguided decisions to consume all the fossil fuels and use up all the resources. Not from our use of chlorofluorocarbons in our hair sprays and roach sprays. Not from the explosion of our population worldwide and no way to feed every mouth. No, all those would have eventually killed us if we had the time. Instead, the world was doomed by outside forces of business and economics among alien races that had no idea mankind existed. Well, up until about twenty minutes ago they did not know we existed.

The Intergalatic Department of Industrial Outsourcing and Teleportation Services (IDIOTS) planned to use the planets in our solar system as a crude fuel for their freighters. It was a busy time for IDIOTS as they were transporting workers from one job site to another. They had to save money somewhere and scrapping nine planets in an unnamed solar system would save charging the corporate account. With new labor laws in the center of the galaxy, IDIOTS were booked for years transporting workers and jobs across the galaxy.

But on this day the newest member of this IDIOT fleet was at the data analysis terminal and decided to follow all protocols in the New Recruit handbook, Edition 450A. This new edition was supposed to ensure every recruit had a chance to become captain one day. But in reality it all it did was keep a new recruit busy with mundane tasks and requirements.

This newest member of the crew had always been an over achiever and this new assignment wasn’t going to be any different. He wanted to impress this new captain. The last captain he served under didn’t like him at all. Something about jettisoning cargo and the captain’s mother’s body being among said cargo.

As this recruit was excelling at his job a small alien stumbled onto the deck. Usually IDIOTS would not give a second thought to an insignificant race such as Humans, but it just happen that a liberal, bleeding heart conservationist blindly stumbled through the sliding doors and into the darkened bridge of the fleet command ship. The conservationist saw the results of the scan of the solar system after his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

Everyone on board the command ship thought of this protector of the weaker aliens as an insignificant annoyance who was required to be on ship for the yearly inspections.

He was a little eight-armed man whose six bulbous eyes were not accustomed to the harsh lighting in the corridors of the command ship. He had to squint his way around the ship because the ships captain was trying very hard to keep the lights at maximum illumination. It was during his blind wandering that the conservationist stumbled onto the bridge. He had actually been looking for the cafeteria to enjoy his fifth meal of the night. These IDIOT command ships always had the best midnight buffets.

“Um, Captain? What is that,” the conservationist asked, pointing to the small screen in the corner of the overhead displays.

“Official Preign, that is the scan of the local system we are entering,” the Captain said. “No need to worry yourself about it.”

“But Captain, there is life on the third planet from the sun,” Official Preign said. “While it is very primitive life it is life none the less.”

“Oh great.” The Captain’s head sunk and he forced himself to get up from his very comfortable chair. “Isn’t there a buffet you should be getting to?”

87 people, living not dead, they didn’t have the time to raise the dead. 6 dogs, 2 birds, and 4 greater mammals. So naturally, a whale was one of the choices. No body knew at the time though that the whale was actually named Otto and could speak. But we were getting ahead of ourselves.

1/11/11: The Planet is Doomed 2

The Planet was doomed.

Not from the scourge of mankind and all our misguided decisions to consume all the fossil fuels and use up all the resources. Not from our use of chlorofluorocarbons in our hair sprays and roach sprays. Not from the explosion of our population worldwide and no way to feed every mouth. No, all those would have eventually killed us. The world was doomed by outside forces of business and economics among alien races that had no idea mankind existed. Well, up until about twenty minutes ago they did not know we existed.

The Intergalatic Department of Industrial Outsourcing and Teleportation Services (IDIOTS) planned to use the nine planets in our solar system as crude fuel for their freighters. It was a busy time for them as they were transporting workers from one job site to another. The IDIOTS were booked for years transporting workers and jobs across the galaxy.

But on this particular day the newest member of the crew was at the data analysis terminal and decided to follow all protocols in the New Recruit handbook, Edition 450A. This new edition was supposed to ensure every recruit had a chance to become captain one day.

This newest member of the crew had always been an over achiever and this new assignment wasn’t going to be any different. He wanted to impress this new captain. The last captain he served under didn’t like him all that much. Something about jettisoning cargo and the captain’s mother’s body being among said cargo.

As this recruit was excelling at his job a small alien stumbled onto the deck. Usually IDIOTS would not give a second thought to an insignificant race such as Humans, but it just happen that a liberal, bleeding heart conservationist blindly stumbled through the sliding doors and into the darkened bridge of the fleet command ship and saw the results of the scan after his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

Everyone on board the command ship thought of this protector of the weak as an insignificant annoyance who was required to be on ship for the yearly inspections.

He was a little eight-armed man whose six bulbous eyes were not accustomed to the harsh lighting in the corridors of the command ship. He had to squint his way around the ship because the ships captain was trying very hard to keep the lights at maximum illumination. It was during his blind wandering that the conservationist stumbled onto the bridge. He had actually been looking for the cafeteria to enjoy his fifth meal of the night. These IDIOT command ships always had the best midnight buffets.

1/10/11: Penelope and Red

Penelope stood on the edge of the large loading dock. The shimmer of the environmental integrity field was inches from the tip of her nose. The field would vaporize her skin if she touched it but she didn’t care as she drew closer to the field. She peered out into the empty space outside the loading dock. The shimmering of the field increased the twinkling effect of the stars.

“You’re not thinking of jumping are you?” asked a voice behind Penelope.

“Nope. I think it’s neat. That’s all,” Penelope said. “You ready to go?”

She turned away from vast entrance of the transport.

“Yes. Hopefully I won’t have to ride in the carrier this trip,” the voice said.

Penelope looked down and at her feet sat a small red dog. Its fur was long and flat along the length of its slim body. Penelope reached down and rubbed the top of the dog’s head between its large ears.

1/9/11: Order of Purple Architects

They were the last of their kind. The designers of the great cathedrals and halls of the Emperor were dying. The Emperor had declared them holy saints and bestowed upon them all the rights of an Empirical Burial on Terra Prime.

These five poets of stone and steel designed some of the most spectacular buildings used by the Emperor. The way they bent stone and steel to their will was unlike anything anyone anywhere had done.

Even though they created immortal beauty the Emperor could not make these five undying. The plagues hit the populations of the Empirical Frontier hard. Every level of the populace was stricken and when Terra Prime was afflicted everyone realized the plague was not discriminating.

The empirical colleges of Terra Prime were undergoing a renovation and the five designers were taking a tour. They did not come in contact with anyone.

Upon returning to the transport they became ill and within forty hours all five were dead.

The Order of Purple ended with these five people: Three women and two men. Their visions lost forever.

1/8/11: Protestant Couch and Dog Farts

The smell was not offensive. If anything it was earthy. But it definitely smelled like dog food.

John sat on his new Protestant Couch and stared at the little mutt that lay sleeping next to him. The fart was audible but he didn’t think it actually came from the little red dog that was dozing peacefully. When he smelled the fart he realized he didn’t imagine it.

“Really? On the new couch,” John questioned the sleeping mutt.

The dogs pointed ears twitched slightly. It raised both its white-bootied paws to scratch its face. All without waking up.

John went back to watching videos online.

1/7/11: The China Limit

America had hit its China Limit, the maximum population that could be sustained within the major cities. It was bound to happen and when it did most cities were not prepared.

In 2020, the Chinese government put tighter restrictions on reproduction. With China being a totalitarian dictatorship that type of restriction was easily enforced. Unfortunately, in America, it was a little harder to enforce the new laws.

No unauthorized childbirths. Birth control was being administered to everyone. The development of male birth control was a breakthrough that allowed for greater restriction on conceptions. The religious right was furious about this enforcement but laws were passed well before they voiced their concerns that made arguing irrelevant. The greater good of all was not going to be sacrificed because of a belief that God frowned upon birth control.

Mandatory terminations of unauthorized conceptions were the greatest concern by the religious. This drove the religious establishments insane and prolife groups demonstrated. But when the water and food riots of 2025 struck almost every major city, the government gave those who argued a choice. Eat and drink and survive on what we can provide and live by our laws. Or join the fringe elements on the borders of Mexico and Canada who were living like they want and dying from starvation or dehydration.

Food was scarce. Most, if not all, industrial food production was being directed to the cities and surrounding areas. Those big name food companies you had in your freezers and in your cupboards were being directed under government agent “protection” to send all food produced not to warehouses or distribution centers. Instead it was all going straight to the cities.

The small farmer of the past was being squeezed out by regulations and restrictions.

1/6/11: Metroscape's Weirdest Hero

It was called Project Omega Lobster and it was designed to save the last of the world’s lobsters but it failed. Instead it created Metroscape’s weirdest super hero.

Well, not really the weirdest. Gatorman was the weirdest but he was killed in the great Villan war of 1983 when the temperature dropped below freezing due to Dr. Diabolical’s weather machine. So after Gatorman, yes, Omega Lobster was the weirdest.

He was a paradox. How could he help save the citizens of Metroscape if these very people contributed to the extinction of his species. Why did he have to taste so good?!

1/5/11: A whale named Otto

87 people, living not dead, they didn’t have the time to raise the dead survived the destruction of the planet Earth. 6 dogs, 2 birds, and 4 greater mammals were also spared. A humpback whale was one of the choices. No body knew at the time though that the whale was actually named Otto and could speak. Actually, everything was given the ability to speak when brought aboard the IDIOT Fleet. But who wants to hear what an Ostrich has to say.

We were getting ahead of ourselves.

The Planet was doomed.

Not from the scourge of mankind and all our misguided decisions to consume all the fossil fuels and use up all the resources. No, that would have eventually killed us all. The world was doomed by outside forces of business and economics among alien races that have no idea mankind even existed. Well, up until about twenty minutes ago they did not know we existed.

The Intergalatic Department of Industrial Outsourcing and Teleportation Services (IDIOTS) planned to use the nine planets in our solar system as crude fuel for their freighters that were transporting workers from one job site to another. But on this particular day the new recruit at the data analysis terminal decided to follow all protocols in the New Recruit handbook that had just been updated. As this recruit was excelling at his job a small alien stumbled onto the deck. Usually IDIOTS would not give a second thought to an insignificant race such as Humans, but it just happen that a liberal, bleeding heart conservationist was on the bridge of the fleet command ship and saw the results of the scan.

He was a little eight-armed man whose six bulbous eyes were not accustomed to the harsh lighting in the corridors of the command ship. He had to squint his way around the ship and the ships captain was trying very hard to keep the lights at maximum illumination. It was during his blind wandering that the conservationist stumbled into the dimly lit bridge.

1/4/11: The Doubtful Doctor

As he drove down the long stretch of road toward the military base in the distance he wondered if the clipboard had the reason he was on the base in the middle of the Nevada desert.

He had been called here by a colleague in the middle of the night and told her that he wasn’t available until the following week.

His colleague, Dr. Jane Newton, told him this project deserved clearing his schedule and getting out to the desert immediately. So he did.

“Trust me, Henry, this is worth it,” she told him.

So far it wasn’t. He arrived in Jostlin, Nevada during a freak rainstorm. The clerk at the hotel told Henry he had lived in the area his entire life and had never seen it rain so hard and so much in a single day.

When Henry settled for the night the radio and television news broadcasts were making the weather their lead stories.

1/3/11: The Grays

The Grays came to earth to warn us of the dangers that were out there beyond our solar system. But at that time we were ignorant and wanted only to exploit their technology. They prevented us from doing it though and we felt betrayed. But little did we know that they protected us from the danger.

Dr. Henry Goodal’s nerves settled immensely when he finally drove through the military checkpoint.

The young guard asked for his credentials and checked them against the clipboard. Henry wondered if the kid noticed the id card tremor in his hand as he handed it to the young guard, he had to no older than 18. The guard nodded to Henry when he handed back his id and waved him through the checkpoint as another guard at the gate raised the barrier.

1/2/11: The Edge

Pizza was the start of this idea. I don't even know if you can get that pizza anymore.

I have been to the Edge. I have seen the void between the galaxies and I have returned with a warning: We are doomed. As the galaxy expands the vastness of the void creeps in and spreads into the living parts of the galaxy. The void is alive. Its energy has vitality that envelopes and changes everything it touches into a dark and twisted mockery of order. What I saw there was nothing anyone should ever have to see. The Edge is chaos and order locked in a constant struggle to over take the other and in the end, we are doomed because chaos is constant and order is fragile. I have been to the Edge and I have seen the future. The Void and Chaos yearn to consume us in their energies. They want to give life to our darkest fears and turn us against each other. They are two creatures of destruction that will consume everyone, everything, and everywhere.

365 Writing: 1/1/11: 99 years

A short and sweet explanation.

I have never kept New Years resolutions. For some reason this one though has lasted longer than most so I think I will post it on a blog at the behest of a classmate. I will try to get all 26 writings posted. Some days I merely did revisions to an existing story, other days I wrote something new.

365 writings, a minimum of 100 words, any topic, any idea, any genre.

Here was 1/1/11, Happy New Year.

It had been 99 years since the Bel-Shavo invasion of Earth and there was mixed feelings on whether the milestone of 100 years should be celebrated or left to pass without notice.

Adam Detrone couldn’t help but think that it should just pass with little fanfare as possible. He flipped through digital copies of magazines and newspapers. Relics from those years before and after the Bel-Shavo invasion force came to earth.

Headlines detailed the new ‘stars’ that appeared in the sky. He scanned the images that told of eight new stars. But as the dates progressed the images showed the ‘stars’ growing larger. The headlines changed from awe and wonder.

‘Bright new stars mystery’ and ‘New stars unite scientific world’

To fear then horror.

‘Stars moving’ and ‘Stars on collision course with Earth.’

Adam turned the digital pages rapidly. The images were like a rudimentary stop motion movie. At first scientists held press conferences, then civilians watching the night sky, then images of the stars growing bigger. An then, finally destruction.

The images and headlines detailed vast destruction all across the globe. Seventeen different meteor strikes around the world. All in remote areas but the destruction was still vast as debris showered down around the surrounding areas.

Adam watched video footage of the chaos. No emotion showed on his face. Not because he was unable to feel emotion. He had seen it so many times it didn’t bother him anymore.

He had once brought a friend in to view the recordings. There was one scene that always brings someone to tears.

A farm near one of the impacts was caught in a firestorm. The family had sought shelter in a tornado shelter and almost didn’t survive. They were covered in ash and soot. They walked among the ruins of their home. The blast wave scorched everything and farm animals staggered around in shock.

Nearby towns burned, entire areas of wilderness were destroyed in

firestorms that erupted as the meteors slammed into the earth.