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Ramblings On A Thursday

Hello, my name is Timothy John Edwards. I have a writing problem.

As in, I haven’t done much today.

Or… in the past few days.

Okay… so maybe I have a procrastination problem!

I have exactly nine minutes before I feed the dogs and then I’ll have some time to work on my story after that. Such is my life as of late! Having pets has been a dramatic change of pace for me, I suppose I figured a smart guy like me would find this easy and these pups would be completely trained in a few days. The reality is, I’m trained and they (while being quite well behaved for two puppies just over two months old) are toying with me. We’ve been putting their collars on to get them used to it (for future walks) but it has been much harder on my body actually than anything else. I feel older than I am, but also I have a strong allergy to dogs that my body is currently trying to build an immunity to. My chest constantly feels heavy and my eyes are beyond itchy. My energy levels have dropped and I can sleep at any point in time. Would I change it? Hell no, I love these pups.

But because of these allergies my focus has been destroyed as of late. I am the kind of person who can put their mind to just about anything and achieve it. However between work and home I have been achieving next to nothing. But my mind is working overtime on the few stories in my head. Let’s give you a creative update!

My idea for one story has now evolved into four books originating from the main story idea. The main story was to be about a trio of characters all linked by destiny to come together and fight a common enemy. Now, I have the concept of a novel for each of the three to solidify their importance and build the backstory to enrich the main story idea of the three of them anyway. A Quadrilogy? There goes my writing life for the next year easily. In the individual stories there will be some similarities and cross overs as I explore the whole threads of fate concept between them.

Jefferson has been patient and I am roughly seven thousand or so words away from hitting the one hundred thousand. It will probably run just over that as they deal with the epic aftermath and sort through the fragments of what their lives used to be. Mwa. Ha. Ha. Probably within the final five thousand if I can get the pups settled fast enough.

My mind keeps revisiting a story concept set in a post apocalyptic world where the angels guarding hell are forced to retreat back to the realm of men. Together the two races are left to fend off the demonic hordes as Heaven wants no part in the matter. The concept stems from my idea that perhaps heaven and hell aren’t as we expect them to be and perhaps Lucifer is actually still the Lord’s General and lead fighter against the demons of hell in an eternal struggle. As Lucifer takes any who are not worthy of heaven into battle, he needs the vicious and the murderous alike to keep the demons at bay. When Lucifer and his forces are beaten back to the realm of men, Gabriel strips him of his rank for failing his duty, leaving him immortal but no longer an angel. This leads Lucifer to help lead the remainder of his army and the lands of men in their battle for survival as Heaven on high watches idly by.

And not bad for ten minutes, but have to run and feed the pups and get into Jefferson before I head to work! Take care ladies and gents and hopefully you’re done your christmas shopping or are enjoying the holidays either way!

Heroisms: Destiny

(This is Episode Six, Just joining in? Find Episode One @ Heroisms: Immortality or the Previous Episode @ Heroisms: Choice)

Alex was sitting in his cell when finally a man in a crisp black suit entered the room. “Alexander Deacon McCarthy.” His voice was rich with hatred. “We have some questions as to what exactly your merry little band of misfits has been up to.” Alex stood up and marched over to the iron bars before him. “Look, we have been saving people. Nothing more, nothing less.” The man in the suit scratched his chin and looked down to a folder in his hands. He looked back to Alex without a word, just a grin. Alex grabbed the metal bars and leaned his head against them. “Look Mister… umm… what’s your name?” Clearing his throat, the man in the suit simply replied, “Wilks, Mister Wilks.” Alex felt the iron bars, they seemed more solid than ever before. Normally he could easily bend them, but these cuffs must be absorbing his power. “Mister Wilks, I can assure you. We would never make a move against the government. They have given us stability and credibility among the communities we work in.” Mister Wilks sighed rather heavily. “I wish I could believe that Mister McCarthy. But what I have in my hands is in your own words.”

Mister Wilks pulls a single sheet from the folder in his hands. Clearing his throat once again, he reads off a trio of earth shatteringly familiar lines. ” I think he needed to be taught a lesson, but not like this. I think this is a definite warning from our own government. Do as you’re told, or else.” Mister Wilks looks up to Alex who is as white as freshly fallen snow. “I’m sorry, aren’t those your words Mister McCarthy?” Alex flashed back to the night of Blaze’s funeral and how he tried to keep watch that no one was around. “How did you…” Mister Wilks holds his hand up, interrupting Alex. “Answer the question Mister McCarthy. Are those your words or not? A simple yes or no will suffice.” As Alex clutches the iron bars, he feels rage building in him. A rage so intense, it could consume him. His silence doesn’t go unnoticed. Mister Wilks shakes his head and lifts a radio from his blazer. “Do it.” A sudden scream from the next room sends Alex into a panic. “Alison! Alison!” Nothing but confusion consuming him now, Alex’s gaze jumps from the wall back to Wilks. Mister Wilks stands grinning ever so slightly. “Well?” Alex sighs and shakes his head. “Fine, it was me. Those are my words. Jason and I were conspirators against the government.”

Mister Wilks places the page in the folder and nods. “Thank you for that Mister McCarthy. You’ll be shipped to New Alcatraz in the morning.” As he sauntered smugly from the room, Alex watched him leave. Damn it, I have to get out of here. Hopefully they only got Alison. As Alex pondered his next move, he found himself trying to stay calm. Do I wait this out? It seems as if they’re going to put all of us away. He then turned to the wall from where the scream originated. As he pressed an ear to it, he could hear some muffled sobs just on the other side. “Alison, are you okay?” He stroked the wall for a lack of anything else he could do. A reply came a few sniffles later. “I’m alright. But they separated Brooke and I. I hope she’s okay… she’s just a kid!” Alex turned and sat against the wall. “She’ll be fine Alison, she’s tough.”

Suddenly a group of men rushed past the front door. Alex turned his attention to the panic outside of his cell. “I wonder what’s going on out there?” Alison didn’t reply, she was busy muffling her sobs. As Alex pondered the  events beyond his cage, suddenly Dex walked up to his cell. Alex rushed to the front and grabbed the door as if to rip it off its hinges. “You son of a-” Before he could utter the words, Dex shoved his hand through the bars and covered his mouth. Leaning in really close, Dex whispered to him. “The keys in your pocket are your ticket to freedom. I know Jason acted alone, he always has. Anyone else is just along for the ride.” He turned and checked both ways before removing his hand. “Kid, I know you and him were close, but now it’s your time to shine. You can’t save people from New Alcatraz.” He walked away as quickly as he appeared and Alex stuffed his hand awkwardly into his pocket. Sure enough, there was a key. You still owe me one for killing Jason, I’ll find you. As Alex tried the key in the door, he found that it didn’t fit. Son of a bitch gave me the wrong key. Then as he stared at it, he noticed it had his initials and date of birth on it, along with a barcode. Alex examined the key and then tried it in his cuffs. As they slid off, he felt a wave of static electricity slide off of him. As the wave fell away, his strength returned. Time to get out of here.

As Alex reached for the bars, Dex suddenly reappeared. “Quick get those back on and give me that damn key!” Alex quickly did as he was told and tossed Dex the key. Alex watched in confusion as Dex ran off, leaving him to rot in the cell. That’s it. He is so dead. When I find him- His thoughts are interrupted by a very angry Mister Wilks. “You’re free to go. The guards outside will remove your cuffs.” As he opened the cell door, Alex walked out in a daze. “Why am I free and are the others as well?” Mister Wilks stared at him with no answer. Finally the answer came from Alison tugging at his arm. “Let’s go Alex. They told me Brooke is outside waiting.” As the two of them met up with Brooke outside, they found themselves rejoicing before getting into a cab awaiting them. Mister Wilks watched as they drove away. Dex walked up beside him and shook his head. “What if they find out?” Mister Wilks watched with a stone cold glare as the lights disappeared down the road. “They won’t. Virgil is the best at what he does.”