Lack of Posts

Sorry for the lack of posts - just dealing with school and work right now... both are kind of a pain.

The good news is that the short story is done, well has been done for a long time anyway, and is just waiting on me to revise.

The question is when I'll have time to do it.

In the meantime, I highly suggest watching a movie called Hancock. Don't let the negative reviews fool you - yes, it's a short, simple kind of movie but, and this is a big one, it's a whole lot of fun. So seriously, go for it.

I'll get the finalized version of The Devil on Flight 1661 as soon as I can. Which might be a while.

Peace!

Disclaimer

Everything here is in Raw, unedited format when it comes to samples and excerpts.

What you see is a direct copy/paste from the first draft in it's original form. Because of that there are errors in almost everything. Sometimes you'll see an "if" that's supposed to be an "in", or some such thing.

So, take everything you read with a grain of salt, nothing's in "final" form by any means.

On that note, enjoy!

The Creature on the Wing

It's been a while with no updates. School's been tough this season, but I have got something to post.

This is yet *another* excerpt from "The Devil on Flight 1661". In it, Tom is thinking about when he had decided that Love was what he felt for his friend Jen. A strange voice enters his head and the 767 (changed from the original DC-10) enters a bad Thunderstorm.

The Thunderstorm shakes up the plane, and maybe a little more.

Watching the lightening dance in the sky, Tom see's something that could not be.

Read on to find out:

"... But the problem with saying that was, of course, Rhonda. How did he truly feel about his wife? He felt that he still loved her; he just wasn’t in love with her. Those first few months he meant to talk to his wife, to tell her how he felt, to make an honest attempt to get back to where they started.

But each time he tried, he couldn’t find the right words, and before Tom realized what had happened, it was simply easier to live the double life. He was a seemingly caring, loving husband in one, and completely enamored with Jen in another. He was lying to everyone, including himself and he knew it, but it didn’t matter. When he was near Jen, when they shared a hug of concern or a smile or a flirt, the only thing that existed in the whole world was her.

And that left Rhonda out in the cold didn’t it? A voice inside Tom’s head was asking.

Shut up. Tom was used to battling with himself, and his inner dialog often scared him. How many crazies out there were doing that same thing?

He couldn’t be too crazy though, after all he’d been to a shrink many times and the only they ever did was give him pills. Everyone takes pills, don’t they?

You’re a monster, Tom. You broke that girl’s heart. Maybe both of them, the voice chided.

Yeah, I know. Both voices were the same, yet somehow different. Tom could always tell them apart. He always figured the voice was what people were referring to when they talked about their conscious.

But the voice was different now. It was darker, somehow mean, almost cruel.

Do you?

But tome never finished the thought. The plane shook suddenly, for the briefest of moments Tom thought it was falling out of the sky. Startled people woke from their sleep, necks stiff and legs tingling. The baby in the back started up again.

With an audible ding the seat belt sign came back on.

“This is the Captain we’re turning on the seatbelt sign and asking that you remain in your seats, looks like we’ve ran into a thunderstorm. We’re trying to get clearance for a higher altitude out of the turbulence but until then, please stay seated. Thank you.”

The engines whined as they spun up to throttle. Flashes of light outside Tom’s window told him that they had indeed flown right into a storm. From the amount of lightening it looked like a big one too.

Tom rested his chin against his fist and watched the lightening dance outside his window. The wing blocked most of his view but he could see a good portion of sky behind it.

The lightening played from cloud to cloud; the bursts of white fire burned into Tom’s tired eyes. The lightening would strike and then disappear, but he image remained in his retinas. It was majestic, the dark clouds billowing out all around them, the lightening shooting through the air; a ballerina on a stage of soft cotton. Night turned to day in Tom’s viewport. The largest bolt Tom had ever seen blazed across the sky, its tendrils reached out like fingers to all the other clouds granting each one its electric touch. Tom thought it was beautiful; the last wild soul left of the planet.

That’s when he saw the creature on the wing. ..."

Hope you enjoyed this excerpt, more as it comes in my mind. Soon, Tom will face himself, his failures, his sins, and the demon that is his soul.

Peace.

The Devil on Flight 1661

Okay,

So I know I really should be working on the novel that a friend and I are doing, but I got the short story stuck in my head and, unfortunately for the other book, Tay will have to wait a couple more days.

Or maybe not so unfortunate, however you look at it. At least somethings getting down on paper.

So I spent from 7pm to about 10:30, minus a phone call and getting up to pee/change the laundry just writing out this "short" story. I'm right at nine pages now and I put out over 3900 words last night alone.

I think it's going very well.

So far we've met Tom, Rhonda and his mistress, or would be mistress, Jen. I say "would be" because before anything can happen, Rhonda finds out about Tom's infidelity and calls his hotel room.

Here's a snip it from that scene, it's *VERY* raw, and very first draft, so keep in mind it's not "Final" by any means.

"...

But Tom didn’t take Jen to dinner. Instead, before he finished getting ready, the phone rang. The voice on the other end was strained with emotion; sorrow, stress, fear and most obvious – anger.

But there was no mistaking who the voice belonged to.

“You have a lot of explaining to do when you get home. I found your email you son of a bitch.”

Click.

Tom just stood there, in a daze, his entire world crashing down on him. His fragile shell fractured and collapsing, blood rushing to his eyes and it seemed like everything had turned red. His heart raced and he broke out in a cold anxious sweat, the room was spinning and somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware of an acute need to vomit. ... "

So there you have it - a portrait of a man who's been making bad choices... and it's all crashing down around him.

He really has no idea how bad it is... because as the jetliner rockets towards the crumbling ruins of his home... all hell is about to break loose, literally. Then Tom will know what he's really made of.. and if he's lucky, if he's really lucky, the truth behind who he really is and what he's done to those who love him the most.

More to come...

Ideas, ideas, ideas

There are so many stuck in my head right now.

One in particular is a short story about a guy named Tom, and he's on an airplane. Tom is on an airplane because his wife found some emails talking about his romantic interests with a co-worker, whom he is with on a business trip and is planning on hooking up with physically.

Tom's wife calls, and confronts him. So he does what any guy would do - he books the next flight home. He technically hasn't done anything wrong - yet. But his sin is his emotional affair, and the intent that, if his wife hadn't called, he'd be lying next to his "crush".

His dilemma is he has to decide what he wants - his wife of ten years who has never done anything to hurt him, or this "new" girl who he can't seem to get past.

On the plane, he notices a strange man, thinking nothing of it, he goes on about his own business. However, halfway through the flight, Tom starts to receive premonitions about the fate of the aircraft and next thing he knows, the plane is crashing.

Or is it?

Tom finds himself in a face off with the strange man on board a suddenly empty DC-10, screaming towards the earth in flames.

He can choose to allow his future and his family crash with the plane... or he can fight.

Either way, sink or swim, Tom must face his demons and make the choices that matter most in life - To honor and protect the one he swore his life to all those years ago, or to forsake everything for a chancy escape into another woman's arms.

As with most things Tom will find it's the fight that matters most.

I'll post it as soon as I can get it down.