Throwback’ed!

Ohh! I get it!

That’s funny!

(The thing that’s funny.)

View Jammin’ Makeover (#2)

So… umm… layout change. Thoughts?

Turns out this is one of the few Themes where i can put things behind a cut.

You’ll notice it’s slightly different than what I had before!

Time Capsule!

I just spent the last hour or so looking at old blog posts on friends blogs.

(Clicky ———–>)

Conclusion: I have some crazy smart friends.

(Crazy as in, y’know, very. Not crazy as in, like, living in a chimney and talking to bricks.)

Axe Cop!

Hey faithful readers!

There’s a comic out there on the interwebs called “Axe Cop“. It’s good.

You should read it.

But, that’s not going to work, right? I’ll need to give you guys more info. So here’s the skinny:

Axe Cop (the comic) is a comic written by a five-year-old, but illustrated by his 29-year-old brother. So, it’s got the adorable-ness that can only come from an actual five-year-old, AND it’s well drawn.

Axe Cop (the story) tells of Axe Cop (the character), a cop who finds the perfect firemans’ axe and becomes Axe Cop. He then partners up with Flute Cop (he has a flute) and goes off to fight a dinosaur gang. They win, but at a cost; Flute Cop gets splashed by some dinosaur blood and turns into Dinosaur Soldier.

How cool is that! And that’s just Part 1!

Also, I’m working on another story. It’s gonna be called ‘Keys’ (or something) and is about an old guy. So… umm, expect to see that soon.

Flyers!

So, faithful readers, at Langara there’s a thing that I think you folks might be interested in [Below]. Umm, it ended up bigger than I’d have liked. All I know is what’s on the flyer, so I don’t think I can answer any questions. I’ll probably be there, I guess, in case that’s important.

P.S. I would have made you guys have to click Continue Reading, or whatever, but this theme seems to be unable to do that. Yet another reason for me to change it.

Fetch Quest!

Hey, faithful readers!

Well, with the Mystery of the Missing Monograph* drawing to a surprisingly quick close, the time has come, faithful readers, for another fetch quest!
When I was younger, (lets say… seven) I had a little toy PDA type thing [Picture].

Then I lost it.
Go!

Also, did y’all watch the show I was talking about? If you did, hooray! If not, I’m very, very disappointed.

Also, also, this layout isn’t really clicking with me. I’m thinking about changing it.
Thoughts?
Suggestions?

*It means ‘book’.

The Colony!

Hey, everybody!

Discovery Chanel. Five PM. Wednesday.

Watch it.

Missing!

Hey faithful readers!

I seem to have lost one of my books a while ago [Picture].

Umm, do you know where it is?

If you do somehow find my copy, read it before you tell me. It’s pretty good.

Also, my new post title scheme seems to be “[Word] !” for things that aren’t stories.

Dusty Old Ghosts

Started Saturday January 23 at 9:27am ended Saturday January 23 at 1o:49am

Dusty Old Ghosts

Somewhere in the city, where the skies always seem to be dark and the roads are empty, sits an old abandoned house. It has arches and columns and bay windows and a porch, but the paint is peeling and the windows are smashed and the garden is dead. It’s been there for as long as you can remember.

And as you’re standing at the property line, at the edge of the sidewalk in front of the house, you forget why you’re here. You forget what brought you off the beaten path, what made you take this road less traveled. Perhaps you were running away from home. Perhaps it was part of a dare. Maybe you were just feeling adventurous and wanted to investigate that big old creepy house that seemed to be always watching you. Maybe you wanted to know why it always seemed to be calling to you. Drawing you in. Whispering to you.

You step forward, closer, ever closer, always closer, to the house. Little clouds of dust puff up around your feet. The crunch of dead leaves. You take another step.

Before you know it, you’re at the door– the front door. Your heart is pounding and your breath heavy from running. Were you just running? Yes, yes you were. Behind you the trail of dust had yet to settle back on the ground. When you were standing on the trail you heard a noise– you couldn’t tell what it was, a howling of some sort perhaps. But you heard it and ran straight to the house; already too far to turn back. You ran to the house; faster than you would have liked, but a welcome shelter from the naked openness of the trail. It’s not until now that you realize the sound seemed to come from inside the house. The house whose front door now stood before you.

You look back– back at the safety of the sidewalk. So far away. Too far now. No turning back. The only way was forward.

You reach out your arms. The door opens with a long, slow creak. It opens before your hands touch the wood. It opens as if– again it’s pulling you in.

You step inside.

The room you’re standing in looks much like you’d expect. A thick layer of dust coated everything. But, you notice, no spiders. No webs, cob or otherwise, anywhere that you could see. On the floor you notice a line of scratches that seemed to lead up to, and then abruptly stop at, the door.

You follow the scratches. They lead through the rooms and up the old dusty stairs. The scratches stop at a door.

You open the door and step into a large room. A ballroom. A dinner hall, perhaps. The furniture in the room was covered in tarps. Big white tarps. The room was filled with big lumpy ghosts. Ghosts frozen in place by time and age and dust. But, at the far end of the room, an object stands uncovered. It stands uncovered but there is not a single spot of dust. It stands, watching.
Waiting.

And as you approach the standing mirror you notice something odd about it. You can’t quite tell (not at first, anyway) what exactly it is. What exactly is making your hair stand on end and the little tickle down your back.

It seemed like a normal mirror. The mirror did it’s job, like all mirrors must. The room within it’s reflection was identical to the room you were standing in, as far as you could tell. Your reflection was standing on the rug with a picture of a roaring lion, just like you were. The tickle in your back is getting stronger now.

You reach your hand back to rub it and– ah ha! There it is.

The mirror is slow.

When you moved your hand, there was a short moment before your reflection did the same. A slight delay. And a slight jerkiness to it as if it were trying to catch up. You stop moving. The mirror stops moving. You shrug your shoulders. The mirror shrugs it’s shoulders. You scrunch up your face and wrinkle your nose. The mirror scrunches up it’s face and wrinkles it’s nose.

In the mirror you think you see a flicker of movement behind you. You quickly turn around and scan the room. Looking. Searching. Your heart’s pounding again, and your breath is short. Why is that?

You turn back to the mirror. Your reflection still stood. It looks like it never moved. Never turned around. Was watching you; was always watching you. You lift your arm to test it out. Nope, it lifted it’s arm too. And at the same time, none the less! You wave your hand in front of the mirror and make several quick hand gestures. Your reflection moves at the same time. Maybe it was all in your head. A slow mirror. Ha!

You laugh again. Then again, louder. Then again and again and again. The tickle down your back is gone now. You’re still laughing. You turn and walk toward a lumpy ghost and lift the tarp. No ghost, but a couch! You laugh loudly to yourself. Your laughter echos around the room. Reverberating off the high ceilings and making it sound as if there were two of you.

You look back at the mirror. You notice very quickly that your reflection was still standing on the lion. Still standing and still laughing. With every chuckle you caught a flash of sharp teeth. With every laugh you see a glint of red in it’s eyes. And with every laugh you realize that you’re not laughing anymore.

And you run.

You run, because there’s something chasing you.

Forshadowing!

Hey faithful readers!

Hope you enjoy my latest completed latest story (below)! This morning, something came over me and I managed to finish another story in about an hour. Normally, I’d post it up as soon as I could, but then I realized that it’s the kind of story that I want my readers to read just before bed and when the skies are dark.

Expect to see it up here at around 9:oopm today.