Thursday, February 19, 2015

Conclusion of Connie and Vern time traveling

Once in the cave, they soon see a trail of footprints and follow them down the mine shaft. They are surprised to find a girl unconscious. Gently Connie shakes her awake.

"What's your name?" ask Vern. "And how did you get her?"

"My name is Martha Hopkins and I was in the 20th century just walking around in my yard at home in Washington D.C. and next thing I knew I woke up here with you two", said Martha.

"Guess it's about time we get all of us back home", says Connie.

"The time machine will have 3 passengers for this trip back, here we go" as Vern pressed his belt buckle.

The end.

Ok anyone want to take this original prompt and make something of their own? Yeah that's what I thought. HAHA! Keep tuned for better stories to come.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

High school time travel story part 3

As I'm sure you've been waiting with baited breath, here you go.

And with that the Captain disappeared. A few seconds later Vern and Connie were in a town in the wild and woolly west.

"Excuse me," said Connie to a man wandering by, "Could you tell me this town's name?"

"This is Prairie Gulch,"he said.

"Look at this wanted poster," said Vern, "Let's look around and try to find some clues to find this outlaw."

For a couple hours they searched the town for clues. After not really finding anything the two of them decided to take a walk into the desert. Soon they stumbled upon a half hidden mine.

"Let's explore it," said Connie finding torches at the cave entrance.

What about that, pretty mysterious. To be continued...

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

High school time travel story part 2

So back in the 70's kids still wrote cursive. I was pretty good at handwriting unlike now when I barely can tell what I wrote one minute ago. Here's the time travelers Connie and Vern, let's see where the machine sent them.

...to the year 1823. As they're drifting on the stream of time Connie spots something in the mist.
"There's something out there that looks like a rowboat," says Connie.
"Ahoy there mates,"said a voice.
"Who's out there," ask Vern.
"My name is Captain Billy Bang."
The rowboat came closer.
"What are you doing here?" ask Vern.
"What am I doing here? That's what I was about to ask you," said Captain Billy Bang.
"We're going to the year 1823." says Connie, "And we have to hurry."
"So do I, so guess I'll say good-bye and maybe we'll meet again," said the Captain.

Just riveting isn't it. Who is the mysterious Captain and where will the stream of time land Connie and Vern? Stay tuned for the next installment.

Friday, January 30, 2015

A little time travel

Remember getting assignments in school that would be a prompt from the teacher and then you had to write a story? I recently found one of those assignments from what is labeled E Period so must be junior or high school years. Here is part one, the mimeographed prompt.

Connie-a girl of 12 or 13
Vern-a boy inventor with a taste for adventure, perhaps 13 or 14
Capt. Billy Bang-a foxy old man who lives somewhere in the stream of time and makes a point of helping young people in trouble
Martha Hopkins-a beautiful woman with a problem

The machine looked simple enough. There were two chairs, some wires that looked like bedsprings, and a numbered dial attached to a box. The device rumbled and pulsed with an on-off-on-off glow.
"It looks sick to me," Connie said. "I think it's got indigestion."
Vern snorted, "Forget the looks. I'll admit it looks more like a jukebox than a scientific marvel, but my calculations say it will work."
"How?"
"I won't strain your brain with details. Right now all we have to do is sit down, set the dial to the year in time we want, and we're off. All set?"
"I guess so, but I hear a big inner voice yelling NO. Suppose we end up in the middle of a battle or something? Can we tell where we're going?"
"Unfortunately no. However, I can simply squeeze this buckle on my belt to bring us home again. Of course, the machine may take about 60 seconds to start to work."
"Swell! What happens meanwhile?"
"We won't know that until we get out on the stream of time and see. You twist the dial and I'll press the 'GO' button on my chair."
"I always thought I was nuts and this proves it." Connie reached for the dial and gave it a twist.

To be continued..


Sunday, January 18, 2015

college paper from 2010 continued...

Let's now pick up where we left off in the day of the life of Sky Goddess Nut. We last had our Egyptian goddess posing for the royal papyrus artist, she is not happy!

...There are ways to deal with this guy once we are finished with this nonsense. I realize I am friend and protector of the dead; well he might be joining those ranks sooner than he thinks.

Whoa, it's starting to look a little dark out there. Hey artist dude, I have things outside to swallow like the Sun for the evening. Maybe I need a break, did you ever think of that? I did after all give birth to the moon and a bunch of those other planets just this morning. I do have some responsibility tonight and really need to get done here.

Oh good, looks like things are wrapping up. I am so going to go looking for my husband/bro and give him my what for over his big idea of making my official goddess portrait!

Friday, January 16, 2015

New semester

I've got another new semester of college. Yes I'm still a college student, since 1984. Might never have a degree but that's ok. I learn stuff and it's a tax write off. My class is an online Anthropology so I can get educated about people, cultures etc. I'll keep you posted but so far so good, the book was available at the JC bookstore for used price. I'll share a paper I wrote back in 2010 for a Comparative Mythology class. It was also a great class.

Sky Goddess Nut

So how long is this traveling papyrus portrait artist going to be? I stripped naked and painted my body blue for this? Obviously he isn't aware of who I am. Guess I have my brother to thank. It was his  bright idea and being my husband as well as my bro gotta do the love and obey stuff.

Thankfully I don't have that god awful head-dress on, imagine having to hold that up while making the arced sky pose You know, shouldn't I be on a ladder? Oh wait; it's the kids who use the ladder, not me.

I hope all the women of Egypt appreciate the pain and suffering I am going through for this. And I don't just want my image on a papyrus; I want it carved into temples and other places around the countryside. I don't think that's asking for too much.

What, now he's taking a smoke break! I could just scream! I AM THE GODDESS OF THE NIGHT-TIME SKY FOR HEAVENS SAKE!

To be continued...

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Untitled last post of 2014

Here's a story I unearthed that I wrote in high school. Have done a pretty good edit I think so that it's now readable. Happy New Year!

The moon was low over the fields as she sat at the open window. Why had she volunteered for this mission? She contemplated that mass of desolate rock, with dry gullies where rivers should be, huge broad plains where grasses should be growing. How often had she sat here like this in the still, black night staring at the heavens? Right then she wished she hadn't lent her telescope to the neighbor boy so soon before she left. She would like to take one last look from below.

She glanced over at the luminous dial of her clock. In less than 48 hours she would be boarding the Lunar Home 1 as the only woman of a crew of scientist to start a base on the moon. She would never see the earth again unless something failed in the mission, and then they would all come home. Hopefully everything would go smoothly and in a year the seventeen other women who were in training now would be sent up and they could really get the colony started.

Sitting in her favorite chaise lounge on the patio she laid her head back to rest and closed her eyes. She was praying in her own way, actually talking to her inner self as she called it. Mulling over the last year of training and preparation for her upcoming journey she could feel warmth on her face as the sun started up over the hills brightening the sky to a light blue. The moon vanished as she opened her eyes.

She wandered around the house gathering the things she needed. She took a shower and changed her clothes. She still had an hour before she checked into the base for last minute instructions and to take care of details done right before takeoff.

She went to the car stopping to smell her last summer rose. She walked away but then changed her mind, turned back and picked the rose shaking off its last drops of dew. She looked at the sky, took a deep breath and drove toward the base.