The W.R.I.T.E. Club

[Emoticonius]

Do you like to write?
Whether it's a short story, a long story, newspaper article or poem this is the write place for you.
The puns are bad, the writing is questionable and the acronym is unnecessary! Speaking of the acronym, you're probably wondering,
"What does W.R.I.T.E. even mean anyways?"
You weren't? Too bad because I'm telling you anyways! This is "The Wordsmith's Really Interesting Typographical Ensemble Club" in all its cheesiness!
So come join us! Just to write and share ideas!

MEMBER LIST

Emoticonius
Aersoldorf
Kortexia
whatermelons


The Dearly MIA

Lethoica
thepeninsular
Kozmix
New Minerve
Flemingisa

First Group Activity: Write a story or poem about a superhero of your own creation. There are no restrictions regarding length and any limitations on content exist from site rules. So go nuts!
Second Group Activity: Write a story or poem that takes place in an apocalyptic setting or is about an apocalypse. Remember the forum's rules and use common sense. ^_^

[Lethoica]

I'm not sure if joining is the w.r.i.t.e decision but I'll do it anyway.

[Emoticonius]

I'll be sure to add you to the member list w.r.i.t.e away!

[thepeninsular]

I'd like to join as well!

[Emoticonius]

Lethoica & thepeninsular

You get a membership! You get a membership! You get a membership! You get a membership!

[Deleted]

I want in please

[Emoticonius]

*opens the doors*

By all means come in!

[Emoticonius]

Totes
Part 1 - Origins

With great power comes great responsibility. Every now and then stories take place that tell of heroes and villains. Stories of valor, honor and overcoming adversity. Well this isn’t one of them. This is a story about a humble (not by choice,) timid (not by choice,) and awkward (not by choice,) young man that works as the best damn valet in history. That’s no reflection on how well he does his job. That’s his job title that his boss gave him to boost the young man’s confidence and performance on the job.

Kyle was eating breakfast like he does every morning, just after he got dressed like he does every morning and just before he brushed his teeth like he does every morning. After he finished his morning routine he began walking to school dressed in his rain suit. On his way to school he passes by the local grocery store, Meal Ticket. Today he decided to stop by and get a snack to go with his lunch since snacks are so expensive at school and Meal Ticket has some great deals. So he went to aisle four in search of a carton of malted milk balls. On his way there he passed a man in the produce section acting suspiciously. His shopping cart was very full. The edge of it was lined with large glass jars of something he couldn’t identify. Of course Kyle couldn’t concern himself with that right now because he didn’t want to be late for class. So he grabbed a large carton of malted milk balls and as he exited the aisle a flash of light blinded him and he passed out.

Kyle woke up an undetermined amount of time later, somewhat dazed, with the sound of sirens in the background. The building around him was in pieces, charred black and burning. He noticed that despite the extreme damage to the building he himself was completely unharmed. His backpack was so light that he thought everything in it had fallen out. However there was no time to focus on that. He was still very confused about what was happening. He stumbled forward a few feet before a firefighter noticed him walking out of the debris-covered area and charged towards him. “Sir! Sir!” the firefighter shouted. “Are you okay sir!” he asked as he lifted Kyle off the ground. “Don’t worry sir you’re going to be okay!” The firefighter carried Kyle to a nearby tent where some men in hazmat suits scanned him with strange devices he’d never seen before. They told him to undress and amidst all the confusion he still wasn’t aware of what was going on. Emergency crews placed his clothing in plastic bags and led him to a shower for decontamination. After a few decontamination cycles he was sent to the hospital for further examination. Several hours later he was released and picked up by his mom who’d come running into the examination room bawling her eyes out, “Oh my god my little boy is okaaaaaay!” She hugged him so tight and to be honest he was still unsure about what happened. “What happened anyways, mom?”

Kyle’s mom dried her tears and said with a look of disbelief, “You don’t know? Somebody detonated a bomb inside Meal Ticket. How close to the building were you?” Kyle was even more confused now “I was inside Meal Ticket.” His mom was pretty shocked.
“That’s not possible Kyle.”
“But it’s true. I was buying a snack to have with my lunch at school. Suddenly there was this blinding light and I passed out. When I woke up the building was gone and there was a lot of fire around me. Then emergency crews took me to a tent for decontamination and I was taken to the hospital for examination.” His mom was flabbergasted and a bit upset.
“If you won’t tell me the truth then don’t take the time to lie to me. Now come on. You’re going home, resting for a few days and that is not up for debate.” Kyle didn’t argue with his mom about it. He knew that she was very worried about him. He felt like something was missing though.
“Wait mom, I think I left my backpack.” She corrected him.
“What do you mean Kyle? You’re carrying it right now.” Now *Kyle* was flabbergasted. His backpack felt weightless even though his shoulders are usually sore from carrying so many books around. He wondered what was going on.

[thepeninsular]

Shadow in the Void
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Part 1: Why did I sign up for this?!?

Dean Wessex had always hated loud sounds. Not that he had very sensitive ears, he just liked to not be disturbed. In his childhood, whenever his older brother would turn on his favorite heavy metal remix, Dean would leave the floor and most probably go outside to play. As he grew older, he learned to just tolerate is a good as he could, but he would still often suggest his brother should glue sound-absorbing foam to his room's walls. Which never happened, so Dean was somewhat happy when he went from home to the science academy on Trident. Trident had always been a environmentally stunning, pleasant world. He missed it...

"WESSEX, YOU MAGGOT, STOP DREAMING AND GET OVER HERE!", said the voice that suddenly shattered the cloud of memories he had carefully built up around him. "SIR, YES, SIR!", he yelled back. The voice of his angry drill seargent was accompanied by the general sounds of a Terran spaceship: Computers calculating, iron-tipped boots walking over the titanium-built floors. And one sound he had hoped he would never have to hear.

"All hands on deck, I repeat, all hands on deck. Prepare for battle!", the Captain's voice blared out of one of the nearby loudspeakers. Boom. The ship rumbled as its broadside unleashed a burning hail of fury upon whatever enemy was outside. "Move it, Wessex, the bugs are attacking and you're standin' around here like a damn idiot!", he heard his drill seargent yell right into his ear. God, how he hated that. "Sir, what's going on, Sir?", he asked back. "A bug vessel dropped out of linear travel in front of us, now GET TO YOUR DAMN STATION IN AN INSTANT!" "Sir, YES, Sir!"

----- 25 minutes later, bridge of Terran battleship Light in the Void -----

The captain sat in his captain's chair, watching the disaster unfold in front of him. Of the 5 fighter squadrons not a single one had returned. "Sir, starboard gun battery 5 has been neutralized!", an ensign yelled. "Sir, engines are down!" "Sir, life support systems damaged! Another hit and we are dead in space!" The captain didn't answer. "Sir, what should we do?!?" Finally, he opened his mouth. "Evacuate as many soldiers as possible. The officers and I are going to try and get the ship out of here via linear jump." "Aye, Sir!" Suddenly another voice broke through all others: "Enemy boarding pods incoming!"

----- Unknown time later -----

Dean Wessex lifted his head. The pain that struck through his body notified him that he had been hurt. He noticed he was laying in a corridor. He attempted to scramble to his legs, but fell down directly again. Damn it, he thought, how long have I been out cold?. By the markings on the walls he determined that he was still in the ship. And not somewhere else. He almost felt lucky, until he noticed something else. Blood was dripping down in front of him. However, he soon noticed it was not his.

The soldier had probably been taken by surprise or while fleeing; they apparently had harmed none of the aliens. At least Dean could spot no ominously bug-looking corpse in the corridor amongst what had to be at least an entire squad. "Damnit", he said to himself. "Why the hell did I sign up for this?" It was in that moment that he heard a sound. Not exactly one sound, four sounds, and they made it clear to him that the aliens had not yet left. And the sounds were coming closer.

"f**k, f**k, f**k!", he cursed under his breath as he looked around the corridor. He noticed that one of the soldiers' guns had fallen to the ground just a few feet from him. Desperately scrambling in that direction, he paid close attention to the sounds coming closer, right behind him. Just as he reached the gun, a shadow fell onto him. He spun onto his back, and looked right into the face of a horrifying creature. Its 6 yellow eyes stared back. The four legs, ready to clamp down on the bug's victim, resembled lances more than anything. The scorpion-like tail was already getting ready to deliver the killing blow. Dean managed just in time to overcome his state of shock. He pulled the trigger.

The gun fired. The tail struck. A lifeless alien body crushed down onto Dean. The tail had missed by an inch, but he couldn't move. His breath began to fail. His heart slowed down. The world turned black before his eyes. The alien's blood began flowing from the gunshot wounds in its body. A minute later, nothing more could be seen than a lifeless, blue puddle.

[Deleted]

The Demon - Origin (Part 1)

There was good, and there was wrong,
And good was right and wrong was evil,
These beliefs man held quite strong,
These absolutes made him a mere cripple.

For the angels nigh said the truth was right,
But what if it were to hurt another?
What use is there in being of righteous mind,
If man brings pain to his kin, his brother?

So the Valiant God made peace,
with the profound logic of Man,
"Walk on my path, should you cease,
The demon shall be born again."

Her birth was not unexpected, it was to happen some time or the other, it was just not to be so..... odd, as one can say. One expects an orphan or a spoilt brat, maybe a spoilt orphan, weak of spirit; they are known to be the best culprits of possession, ask your local exorcist. But this was no possession, there were no two entites trapped in a war for control over the realm of bodily control. No, sh was thoroughly, as one might even say, a purebred, demon.

To be a priest's offspring is an honor of the highest in the community of the forelife, many souls will give, pay and sacrifice much to be in the esteemed position of righteous beginnings. But then again, who can will more than the Devil themself? Born on an overcast afternoon that signalled rain but never really showed it, Lydia was born quite a happy baby. There seemed nothing so particularly odd about her, atleast not for the first five minutes. And if one was to ignore the theatrical screeching of the wind and the sulfur colored sky of acid, Lydia was born a beautiful blonde baby to the pastor of the highest order. They called the father Pope Valentine, and the mother was the daughter of Archbishop Conrey, and that is a whole another tale in itself. Suffice it to say that Biblical purity was a genetic trait in this family.

The very first sign of trouble was the batism ceremony. Conducted by not one, but a congregation of priests, in full view of a large gathering, a tiny, naked girl was to be violently dipped in water and purified in some sense or another. As the procession began, the Archbishop lovingly held his granddaughter as she giggled and the crowd cheered. They dipped her into the water, and the poor element cowered in fear. The holy water refused to touch this child, and the only thing that was wet were the Archbishop's clothes, for the child had to go pee-pee. The Archbbishop laughed, and so did the crowd, and almost noone noticed that the child was not wet in the slightest, nay, the water that touched her soft baby skin had evaporated and sizzled softly, but not visibly. Almost noone.

Forces were at work in spreading the news about this underworld creature coming to life. When Jesus was born, a light shone bright in the sky, the star that led the Three Wise Men to give their presents to the Son of God. The night of her batism, three women came to the Pope, in ragged clothes and warts on their hookish noses, clad in black, asking for some food and a chance to see their daughter. They had travelled far and wide they said, and that they longed to see the face of purity. The Pope was moved, enough to be the one to ask them to leave, instead of a priest having that honor. But the women begged and pleaded. The Pope relented, and this time security escorted them away, but the women had already seen Lydia. And it was in that brief moment when the child looked in those women's eyes and smiled, that they knew "This vessel is perfect."

[Emoticonius]

thepeninsular it's very reminiscent of Starship Troopers and the cliffhanger at the end is very nice.
@kozmix it reads like a classic occult film. Very fun!

[thepeninsular]

Shadow in the Void
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Part 2: A way out?

A black void surrounded Dean Wessex. So black, as a matter of fact, that he could not see a thing. As if he was staring right into a black hole, there was no reference point. And oddly enough, he didn't feel bad. Actually, his body felt very light, and he didn't feel any of the pain he had when the alien body had crushed him. "Is this what death feels like?", he asked himself in a loud voice.

SLAP. That hurt. "Wake up.". SLAP. "Wake up, dumbass. You're not dead.". Dean opened his eyes. And stared into the face - well, not the face, rather the helmet visor - of a soldier. SLAP. "Alright, alright, I'm awake. Stop slapping me." Dean's voice was surprisingly strong considering he had just been crushed by a 600 kg xeno. A few seconds of silence passed. "What are you doing? Stand up.", the soldier said. Dean lifted his head. The corridor was still the same. Dead soldiers all over the place, the puddle of alien blood he was lying in. Just no big bug on top of him. He sat himself upright. "Wha- What happened?"

---- 5 minutes later ----

"And that's what happened.", said the soldier. Dean looked at him for a few seconds. "But why the hell isn't that bug here anymore?" "Think about it, dumbass. They ain't gonna waste organic material, so they took all their fallen back into their damned ship." "But- But if I was not dead, how did they not finish me off?" "Don't ask me, I ain't no biologist. By the way, take this." With these words he pulled the gun Dean had used to shoot the alien from the puddle. "Might come in handy later." The M41-N was still intact, which was no surprise due to it being able to survive even bigger pressure. Its exterior had been painted by the blood, and a chemical reaction between it and the gun material had given it a dark blue tan. "So who actually are you?", asked the soldier. "Private 1st Class Dean Wessex. And you?" "Private 1st Class Jake Tireno." "Nice to meet you. Do you happen to have a first aid kit? To treat my leg wound...." "What leg wound?" Dean looked down at his leg. Nothing was there. "..... Nevermind. Now, how the hell do we get out of here?"

"Doesn't look good for us. The bugs have attached their ship to the wreckage. I don't think anyone survived. And by the way, we are in linear space. No idea where we're gonna come out." "How did you even get here?" "Hid in a storage room till they killed everyone and left. Insectoid buggers." "... Alright, I have a plan. Let's go."

---- 2 hours later ----

The staircase creaked as they set foot on it, as if it could break at any second. Step by step, they snuck across. The sign at the wall confirmed that they were at their destination: Shuttle Launch Bay 4. "This is your plan?", Jake asked. They had expected the room to be abandoned like the rest of the ship. But apparently the bugs hadn't been so stupid to leave the escape routes unguarded. "damnit. How many?" "8 to 9, I reckon. But those are the assassin kind. Sneak up on ya when you least expect it. Agile motherf**kers. We'd be dead before we could reach the shuttle." Dean counted them as well. "You mean 10?" "What?" "10." "How do you come out at 10?!" "I...." Dean hesitated. "I don't know. It just... came to me." There was a silence for several seconds. "What. And how?" "I don't know. I just... knew. I have no- Look ou!" Dean pulled himself and Jake back behind the corner. "What the hell?", Jake asked, but Dean immediatley signaled him to remain silent. Clack, clack, clack, clack. A shadow fell through the door as one of the bugs crept into the light from behind a container. Dean gulped almost inaudibly. After a few seconds, the shadow went away. When Dean looked around the corner, he knew the bug had gotten back to its position. "Well... That makes it 10.", said Jake. "And how the hell did you know that was gonna happen?!?" "I don't know..." "What the-" But Dean had already assessed the situation. With a whisper of "Let's move!", he pulled Jake into the room and behind a stack of ammo crates. "How the hell did you know they weren't looking?"

"I don't know.... I guess I just knew."

[Deleted]

The Demon - Origin (Part 2)

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"Let the days of man,
Not malign Creation,
Let his works here,
Have some resolution,
There stands no logic,
No explanation or reason,
That he walks away with
his mountains of treason.

Treachery to Nature,
Humiliation's worst form,
For all You have done,
This is certainly not norm,
May this be the straw,
That determines their fate."
Said Satan unto God,
"You are a bit too late."

"This vessel is perfect", they had said, as they walked away from the crowd. And she was. As young as a few months, she had mastered object permanence and temporal resolution of the highest orders (so "Got your nose" and "peek-a-boo" didn't work anymore), and she was found fawning over the Bible far too many times for a eight month old baby. Her father could not have been happier, and her mother was all the more dapper. The world knows this as the time things were going smoothly, far too smoothly for a child that young. She hardly cried, ate her beans and was a very well behaved young lady.... who was not even a year old yet. The only tantrum she had thrown was when whilst being bathed, the nurse called her a little angel. When her parents heard her screaming and crying, they rushed into the bathroom. Lydia seemed to be calm and at peace, playing with the water. The nurse couldn't say a word, her face pasty white, her mouth sewn shut by wha she witnessed. It is rumored she never returned to the Pope's residence ever again.

When the age came for Lydia's schooling, she was sent to the best version of Catholic kindergarten in all of Rome, the Vatican School. The kids treated her like.... their own, for young children have not the cognitive ability to differentiate between the Pope's daughter and the daughter of a wealthy carpenter. Of course they were all wealthy (or in great debt), for that was the nature of schooling in the Vatican School. Lydia was always quite happy in this little palace of playthings, and she enjoyed the company of her classmates. The teachers, the ones tasked with the job of making sure of no difference in the abilities of toddlers, did quite the contrary. Lydia was treated like royalty among commoners, a swan among ducks. And of course we humans adore the baby swan in a group of ducklings. But the ducklings did not quite feel that way. Her compatriots who had initially been indifferent to her, as toddlers are to others, noticed the attention being given to this girl over them. In the realization that this was someone special, their initial reaction was to walk away quickly, because toddlers do not understand lineage. They saw their parents love this girl a bit more on play dates, and the teachers praise her more for the same achievements. Slowly, she grew to be disdained by the class. Lydia hated being in disdain of others.

The ruins of the Vatican School are a popular tourist spot today. It is said that this was the first known case of a brick and mortar structure spontaneously combusting. A roof beam had saved the lives of the 30 toddlers in the school, but no adult had lived. Their charred faces still had gaping holes for mouths, and their hollow eyes still had some hint of shock. The children all seemed in some trance from which they recovered shortly, alive and well. Lydia was the only one who seemed a bit harmed in the fire, her clothes a bit torn and burnt, but her pale skin saw not a trace of any mishap whatsoever.

Lydia's mother was quick to know that the Vatican School was no place for her baby. She requested the Pope that she take the child incognito to Rome, where she be given a Cathoic schooling and upbringing. The Pope, understanding the implications of his child eclipsing him agreed for the same. None of this was reported to the press, and late the night after the fire, Lydia, her mother and a servant who was the Pope's trusted advisor on domestic matters, left the Vatican, for the safety of the child.

[Jabberwocky]

TMS will refer its highly literate readers to your thread. And, of course, we are always looking for writers, too.

[Emoticonius]

Writing part 2 of my story now. Hoping to get it done before tomorrow has passed.

[Emoticonius]

Totes
Part 2 - Discovery

Kyle’s ride home was spent being lectured about how he should have gone straight to school. His mom continued on,
“Who said you could go to the store on your way to school anyways? Why are you wasting your allowance on junk food? I don’t give you money so you can rot your teeth ya know.”
“I’m a senior in high school now mom. Stop treating me like a kid.”
“As long as you live under my roof a kid is exactly what you are. We're home now so I want you go to straight to your room and lay down.” His mom pulled into the driveway. She was still distracted after what happened. Kyle could tell because she almost hit the garage door but she slammed the brakes at the last second. He was just as worried about her as she was about him.
“Leave the groceries to me mom. You look like you could use some time to rest.”
“You're one to talk mister. You just got out of the hospital and you need your rest.”
“At least let me take in the dog food. It's heavy.”
“Fine but you're going to bed right after it's done.” Kyle grabbed hold of the dog food and prepared to hoist on his shoulder. Expecting the 52lb bag to be difficult to heave out of the trunk he lifted the bag with all his might. To his surprise the bag was launched behind him at an extraordinary speed! He wasn't sure what to do. Kyle’s mom yelled from inside the house, “What's taking so long? Get the dog food in here so you can rest already.”
“Almost done mom!” Kyle called out with urgency. He was getting nervous. He looked around quickly. He didn't know what he was looking around for but it seemed like all he could do.
“Ummm...mom I think you forgot to buy dog food.”
“What do you mean? I clearly remember hauling it to the checkout lane. It was quite heavy.”
“But it’s not here.” Kyle’s mom came back outside to investigate.
“There’s no way I forgot to buy dog food. I never forget the dog food.” She scoured the trunk of her car but to no avail. Try as she may there was no dog food to be found.
“I don't understand. I was sure that I'd bought it.” She shrugged, “Oh well I guess I'll have to buy some tomorrow. Now go to your room and get some rest.”
“Okay mom.” So he did as he was told.

It was still just 2PM so there was no way he'd go to bed. Naturally Kyle wanted to know just what happened to him so he decided to experiment with it. He lifted some weights from his barbells but they were heavy like anyone would expect. He wasn't sure why the dog food and his backpack were so light but then he had an idea. What they both had in common was that they were both bags with something inside them. The idea was absurd but he didn't know what else could explain it. So he emptied his backpack and put the weights in it.
“Here goes...something.” Kyle said as he lifted his backpack off the ground. It was light as a feather! This didn't make any sense to him. It seemed though that he could lift anything effortlessly so long as it was in a bag.
“This is really weird. What am I supposed to do with this?” Just then he heard his mom calling,
“Kyle! It's going to rain tomorrow so I'm going back to the grocery store for the dog food. I'll be back within the next hour.”
“Okay mom. Be careful out there.”

Kyle thought this was a perfect opportunity to go out and give his newfound strength a practical try. He watched outside from the window in his room until his mom drove away then grabbed his backpack and ran a few blocks away to the nearest major street. It was a kind of a rough neighborhood sometimes so he thought he might find someone causing trouble. He waited for about half an hour but nothing went wrong. Everything was right. He was pretty hungry since he hadn't eaten anything except breakfast. Lucky for him there was an authentic Mexican restaurant across the street. He went there for a bite but when he entered another customer was yelling at a waitress.
“I don't care how big it is I refuse to pay $10.95 for a nacho!”
The waitress, in her best customer service voice, asked the furious customer, “Would you like to speak with the manager?”
The customer continued yelling at the waitress who was only doing her job,
“Yes! Maybe then I can talk to someone with a bit of competence! Now get out of my sight!”
The waitress rolled her eyes, “The manager will be here shortly.” She walked behind the counter and into the kitchen with a look of irritation. Moments later the manager came out to engage the enraged customer.
“What seems to be the problem?” The customer proceeded to verbally abuse the restaurant staff,
“Your food is too expensive! I ordered your super nacho and my bill said it costs $10.95! That's too much for a nacho regardless of its size! I won't pay it!”
The manager could hardly believe it.
“I'm afraid our prices are non-negotiable. You knew the price when you ordered off the menu. If you don't pay then I'll be forced to call the police.” The customer grew even more angry.
“You'll need the police when I'm through with you!” The customer raised his fist and just as he was about take a swing Kyle intervened.
“Hey! Don’t you dare hurt that nice man! Just pay your bill and leave.” The customer replied with an arrogant tone,
“Or else what kid? How about I punch you instead? The customer moved swiftly towards Kyle and raised his fist. Kyle was sweating nervously but he swung his backpack at the mad man hitting him in the stomach. The customer fell back a few feet crashing into the wall and collapsed on the ground gasping for air. The restaurant staff was speechless. Kyle didn’t think about how he'd explain it to anyone. He panicked and ran back home as fast as he could.
“I can't believe I did that with just my textbooks from school!” He made it back home and luckily his mom hadn't returned yet. So he went back to his room and checked his backpack only to discover that he forgot to take the weights out before he left. It worked though!
"This is just the beginning. Who knows what else I could do!"

[Jabberwocky]

Emoticonius,Lethoica,thepeninsular,@kozmix,
In days of yore, newspapers would serialize a popular writer`s work. The notion of doing that in TMS occurred to me. What do you people think of that? You`ve already given us lots of material.

[Emoticonius]

I can't speak for the others but I wouldn't object.

[thepeninsular]

Jun 9, 2018 0:51:35 GMT -5 Emoticonius said:

I can't speak for the others but I wouldn't object.

^

[Deleted]

I'm already a contributor to the TMS

[Lethoica]

Jun 8, 2018 23:13:43 GMT -5 Jabberwocky said:

Emoticonius,Lethoica,thepeninsular,@kozmix,
In days of yore, newspapers would serialize a popular writer`s work. The notion of doing that in TMS occurred to me. What do you people think of that? You`ve already given us lots of material.

I could never sell out to another paper while I am running the daily leth

[Jabberwocky]

Emoticonius , thepeninsular , should I begin with the pieces you`ve done in this thread?

@kozmix , yes, you do a journalistic reporting thing for the paper. I`m talking about something like The Demon, above.

Lethoica , trust me, you wouldn`t be selling out; TMS can`t afford to pay you.

Kortexia, New Minerve, the invitation extends to you as well. I`ve pestered Aerso enough already

[Emoticonius]

Jul 18, 2018 23:29:36 GMT -5 Jabberwocky said:

emoticonius, thepeninsular, should I begin with the pieces you`ve done in this thread?

Whichever one you want to start with is up to you.

[Jabberwocky]

Jul 19, 2018 20:53:22 GMT -5 Emoticonius said:

Jul 18, 2018 23:29:36 GMT -5 Jabberwocky said:

emoticonius, thepeninsular, should I begin with the pieces you`ve done in this thread?

Whichever one you want to start with is up to you.

Terrific! Thanks. I see the two parts of Totes serialized over two issues, with a link to this thread for those who are interested.

[thepeninsular]

Jul 18, 2018 23:29:36 GMT -5 Jabberwocky said:

Emoticonius , thepeninsular , should I begin with the pieces you`ve done in this thread?

Yeah, you can start with Totes.

[Jabberwocky]

So, I have Totes, Shadows, and Demons, two parts each....that gives me six issues with a fiction piece. Excellent!

[Emoticonius]

Man this apocalypse theme is a lot more difficult than I thought! It took a lot of brainstorming but I came up with one Hollywood hasn't done yet. Even then I still gotta figure out how it happens. Can't wait to see what you guys come up with!

[Emoticonius]

Okay! I got far too busy to keep this going but my free time has returned for now. Time to brush off the dust and sharpen the pencils. Whaddya say Aersoldorf , Flemingisa , Kortexia and thepeninsular ? Shall we resume?

[Jabberwocky]

At last! Our readers are hungry for more!

[Markanite]

Emoticonius, has requested this be restarted.

Good luck everyone! I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with and work on!

Mark