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The first few entries come from a private journal I have kept for a few years now. also home for my entries for 
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| PROMPT November 20th In your blog tonight/today, write about a story you've been told, or use a newscast story and CREATE a conspiracy theory. Tell us why you chose this subject, and of course, provide 'evidence' that your theory could be rooted in truth. People are psychically incapable of rehanging fresh toilet paper when the tube is empty. There is some kind of telepathic block, only the truly insane can manage to rehang fresh toilet paper. A good eighty percent of the population is afflicted with this psychic block. Ocassionally the block slips and an afflicted person can wind up hanging the toilet paper. Most of the time it is done by the type of person obsessed with how it hangs, dangling ahead or behind the roll, perhaps with a triangular fold pointing out the pull from point. Some people who are required to do it for their jobs as janitors or maids can be reconditioned into to doing it. Now I believe this conditioning is all a first stage experiment to see just how susceptible to telepathic conditioning the people of our planet are. Next we will be conditioned to believe network news and in the existence of meter maids. After that will come full invasion. |
| PROMPT November 19th We've all had one or several epiphanies in our lives. Tonight, write about a moment in your life that changed the way you view the world. The day I first reached the light switch in my childhood bedroom. That was the first time I really realized I was growing taller and that growing up wasn't just some euphemism for some kind of magical transformation. Until that day I think I would just wake up one morning the size of my parents.  |
| PROMPT November 18th An easy prompt for tonight. I'm tired, don't want to think much, so an easy one. What did you do during the 'Great Shutdown For The Upgrade' of WDC today? Tell us all the 'gory' details! Raen awoke even more disoriented than when she fell asleep. She lay within an ornate tapestry tent, on piles of thick velvet pillows. Vaguely she recalled fainting in an infinitely white space. While the tent was far darker than that space had been, light filtering through the weave of the fabric let her know she probably hadn't moved. Raen crawled towards the flap that appeared to be the exit from the room-sized tent. She wasn't sure she could find her feet beneath her. Outside of the tent the infinite white space extended in all directions. A small mat lay a few feet from the tent opening and a spread of tasty smelling foods were laid out on it in ornate plates and bowls. Raen attacked the food like a starving woman. Partway through the meal, she noticed Beaoul sitting next to the tent staring out into the whiteness with an unfocused look on her face. Feeling suddenly full Raen felt the creeping effect of disorientation rolling back over her. There was something wrong with the universe. There was an emptiness where extra layers of reality should be. She stared openly at Beaoul waiting for the hellhound to respond. After some time Beaoul blinked and took notice of Raen. "Oh, welcome back to consciousness. I was starting to worry. Toni kept telling me I slept much longer the first time I arrived here." "Toni?" "We are currently sitting within a multidimensional entity that the civilizations of the old omniverse referred to as a Middle of Everywhen entity, or a MOE. She prefers Toni. A friend from the old omniverse called her that casually and she claimed it as well as the pronoun she. MOEs are neither male nor female in actuality. They are a multidimensional version of a single-celled organism," Beaoul stated. Raen held a hand to her head to steady it. Something still felt entirely wrong with the universe. "Don't you feel that?" Beaoul cocked her head to the side for a minute. "Feel what?" "Like there is a whole bunch of people that are just missing! Like we are alone here! No one is listening!" Beaoul's eyes went unfocused. "Toni says she feels it too. It could be something on a meta-universal level. She has a theory that all the omniverses exist within a larger overarching sort of pseudo existence. Like within a story someone is telling. Perhaps you two are sensing something going on on that level? It would have to be a truly cosmic event to reach this far into our reality though." "Cosmic? Multiverse? Omniverse what the heck is all of that!" A dark-rimmed door opened in the whiteness of their surroundings. Beaoul chuckled, "I think Toni wants to show you something." Hesitantly, Raen rose and walked towards the door... |
| PROMPT November 17th You have been invited to a posh dinner party hosted by one of the wealthiest people in your small town. When you arrive, your host is does not greet you, and the butler informs you they have been missing last night. A quick search by all the party goers finds him/her dead. Their body is in a small clearing in the woods bvehind the mansion. Being a modern day Nancy Drew/Joe Hardy type of person, you begin your own investigation. What do you find that leads you to the murderer. Who is the murderer? How was the host killed? Me invited to a posh dinner? Maybe as a caterers assistant, if I had a caterer in the family. I can only see this turning out like the movie version of clue with me the third one dead. I guess I'd find out who the murderer was when they killed me. |
| PROMPT November 16th This one will cover one of my favorite subjects, Food. Do you follow a certain regimen/diet when it comes to eating? Other than something you might be allergic to, are there any foods you avoid or limit yourself to? What's your favorite meal to prepare. Share your recipe if you like. (I have a 'killer' chocolate recipe!) I was going to write an elaborate scene where Raen and Beaoul share their favorite foods, an interesting scene considering one could be classed as a semi cannibal and the other as a need-based vegetarian. I apologize, I had to run a few errands. While I was out I had a massive panic attack, which almost was take me to an ER time. I am barely functioning to handle writing the assembly instructions for a pb and j sandwich. Life happens sometimes, and sometimes it kicks you hard in the head. so... without further ado. You take two slices of bread, spread a thin layer of peanut butter on one slice, a thin layer of jelly on the other slice, slam them together with the toppings to the inside. Warm a frying pan and slide a pat of butter around place the sandwich one side down and absorb the butter, remove, melt more butter in the pan and place the dry side down. Let it sizzle and check for a nice pretty golden brown, flip, brown second side. Remove to plate, serve with ice cold glass of cow's milk. There, tasty as a desert and a whole childhood spent calling it a meal. |
| PROMPT November 15th You and your two best friends are going on a month-long road trip. Where are you going? What three items must be in your luggage for this trip to be a great experience for you. My wife, her mother, and I live together, they are my closest friends. That said, we LIVE together. Thankfully the prompt is not suggesting this will be a vacation, just a month-long road trip. Well I believe the first thing I will require is an extra large size bottle of Excedrin migraine, after that a filled prescription for Xanax would be a good idea. Last I think I would need a half-gallon bottle of rum for when the Xanax ran out. And that is just for the first three days... |
| PROMPT November 14th A Mystery Genre prompt tonight. You are researching your genealogy and find that ancestors from different generations and different countries made visits to the same remote place. Tell us about this remote place. Why were your ancestors going there? There is a story in my family about a place in the north. I have the exact coordinates, after decades of begging for them from my father. The stories are that something critical to the future of our bloodline will happen at these coordinates when the stars are in a precise configuration. When they come into alignment a portal will open. When that portal opens, one of us has to go through it. Since I was old enough to remember they have told me and my siblings of this story. Time has passed, many of my family have died from the radiation sickness that kills most people these days. When I was younger the story was that we would nuke ourselves into oblivion. It isn't what happened. The background radiation of the universe has inexplicably grown exponentially over the last few years. Scientists have come to the conclusion that the universe is in the process of rapidly imploding. They don't know how or why. My father gave me the coordinates on his deathbed and told me the stars were aligning. I had four days to get to the coordinates. He didn't know if any of the other branches of the family were going to send anyone. He just said, "Seyona, you are our last chance. No one will be alive for the next alignment if there ever is one. You are the one in the story. Now go!" I am twenty-eight, I don't have much of a life savings of my own, though my family inheritance is pretty vast considering previous generations. I am going to put all I have into getting to those coordinates by the alignment. I will be there when the portal opens. I will be the one who finds out what is on the other side! sidenote ▼ |
| PROMPT November 13th A Science-Fiction type prompt tonight. In your world, all citizens are temporarily neutered at birth. When you want to become a parent, you must prove to the government that you’ll be suitable caretakers and providers before you are allowed to procreate. How do you 'prove to the government' that you'll be a good caretaker/parent. Of course, I would have a stock portfolio to show, and my selection of a financially prepared parenting partner would a point in my corner. I would offer up my extensive parenting certifications earned yearly since puberty. My house would be pre-baby proofed and up to the strictest of building and safety codes. In short, every aspect of my life would be certified from every angle to show my preparedness. |
| PROMPT November 11th A reminder I could say to myself before I’m tempted to respond to anger with anger, to fear with fear, to negativity with negativity is... Beaoul sat communing with Toni, the Middle of Everywhen entity that was as close as she could claim to having a home. She had been with Toni for what felt like years. It was hard to register the passage of time when time passed completely without change in the infinite white abyss that was the plane of Toni that Beaoul interacted with. Toni had reassured her that less than a few earth months had passed. Beaoul had left a few times to prove to herself she could and that she could find her way back. She slept when she was tired, and ate when food appeared in front of her, supplied by Toni. Toni had't provided her with an ounce of meat since she arrived. Even though, as a hellhound, Beaoul was a born carnivore if not outright cannibal she had still been entirely satisfied with what Toni provided. Why do you feel such anger? Toni's consciousness pressed on Beaoul's mind interrupting her memory cruise. "I, just don't know. It was how I was raised?" That is a question not an answer. What could you say to yourself before you're tempted to respond to anger with anger, to fear with fear, to negativity with negativity? "That it is Mira's training talking not my real self?" Beaoul, that is a good idea, but for it to work you mustn't treat the answer like a question. Beaoul clawed at the surface beneath her. Ouch! "Oh, no! I didn't mean to! Oh! Are you going to be alright? My claws! They kill!" She had a flashback to the sight of some of Mira's enemies dying from flesh wounds inflicted by her fellow hellhounds. It was horrible. Decomposition was the cause of death. She flashed back to Seyona's death. It had been rather similar. Seyona had provided Beaoul the key which had allowed Beaoul to finally escape from the Queen of darkness. Humor vibrated through Beaoul's mind, I am fine Beaoul. Your claws cannot harm me. Beaoul felt no relief, the flashbacks took her again and she was trapped within her own mind reliving some of the worst moments she had experienced. She was aware of nothing else, not the infinite whiteness of Toni, not the tears rolling down her muzzle. Why do you cry? Beaoul rubbed her muzzle against her armpits, "I didn't tell you how Seyona died." You said Mira Black killed her. "Mira sprayed her with some kind of illness it ate her alive. She rotted alive, just like victims of hellhound wounds," Beaol answered making the connection real in her own mind. She kills. That is what Seyona and I were trying to stop, if you care about Seyona as much as you seem to you could always take up that goal. "How?" Start with this disease. You were exposed and stand here unharmed. Perhaps you could start with this. What do you know about this disease? "Mira plans to unleash it on a world known as Tradehub." Then that is where you should start. Fortunately I know just where it is... |
| PROMPT November 11th You are desperate to use the bathroom. But, you share this with several others. It's down the hall (waaaay down the hall), and it's cold despite the heat being set to the 'normal' temperature. Being an older person, your legs and ability to hold it ain't what it used to be. How do you handle this dire situation? Well, Jim to be frank It is called a bucket! Some people cut a hole in a chair and place said bucket beneath it. Others just squat and aim as best they can, at the can. Some call it a commode, others a chamber pot. I know you said I was old but you didn't sound as though you were too young to be aware of this rather ancient technology. Anyway, the way it works is that you use said bucket, then free of the emergent need to use the toilet you shuffle down the hall bucket in hand and deposit the material when you get there. Now can I go back to watching MacGyver reruns? The original series, not this upstart reboot! |
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