(be gentle, this was written in about an hour on the train this AM. I just learned about #flashfriday yesterday (thursday) and wanted to join in)
David sat on the couch. The television was on but he was reading the funnies from the newspaper while scratching behind Zena’s ears while she struggled to occupy as much of his lap a possible.
The noise served to distract him, as did reading the comics. His girlfriend has left him recently so he was trying to avoid thinking about anything as much as possible. She hadn’t broken up, just left. Moved to a different state.
She had come by, told him of her plans, hugged him, kissed him, said see you later and drove away. She didn’t ask him to come, and she didn’t tell him where she was going other than another state. It wasn’t that she avoided telling him, it just had somehow never come up.
As a result of his efforts everything was serving it’s purpose. The TV, AC, comics and Zena’s wiggling had kept him distracted for the better part of 10 minutes.
The piercing beep that started coming in from outside also distracted him. But it mostly distracted him from his distractions. Annoyed he grabbed the remote and punched the button to increase the volume.
In defiance the beeping increased it’s volume as well.
Grumpily David forced himself off the couch and went over to the window and closed it. The AC had been on for the noise, and he casually reached over and turn the fan up louder.
He stood there staring out the window in utter disbelief. In front of him was a truck. A big red rig with a flatbed. The truck itself wasn’t unusual, but the fact that it was in his driveway and backing up was.
He made his way down the hall to the back door trying to figure out what could possibly be happening. He quickly thought of everything he might have ordered over the last couple of months, none of which seemed to require a truck this size to be delivered. He hadn’t ordered a hot tub or swimming pool or a new anything really.
David walked out the door with his head down deep in thought and barely saw Zena dash past him and leap down the porch steps, missing them all. At the bottom of the stairs he turned left to look at the truck, raised his head and stopped dead in his tracks.
There, in the reflection of the side mirror he saw the driver. Or what should have been the driver. Instead a gold face with two black spots in the area where the eyes should be, and a black strip running down the center of the face stared back. Carefully he turned his head and, for the first time, saw the figure on the back of the flatbed standing near what appeared to be a giant gold and black rectangle.
The figure had the same black and gold face, as well as a golden body with black accents in various places. The thing that most drew his attention was the what the figure was wearing: golden bandages wrapped around his body like a mummy.
David continued turning his head and saw yet another figure. This one was practically identical to the second except he was standing in Davids vegetable garden. Or more correctly it was straddling the fence that cordoned off the garden from the rest of the yard.
“Excuse me,” said David finally, “what exactly is going on?”
“Gnuh.” replied the figure straddling the garden fence.
“What? What did you say?”
“Gnuuh!”
“Look, I can’t understand a word you are saying but could you please get out of my garden?”
“Gar. Den.”
“Yes, garden. The thing your almost standing in. What are you? You look kind of like a mummy but your not human. Robot maybe?”
“Gnuh.” replied the garden mummy as he pointed to the box on the trailer.
“Gnuh,” he said again as he pointed to the garden.
“You want to put that thing in my garden?”
The garden mummy nodded.
“No chance! Thats’ my vegetable garden!”
“FFFoooood.” replied the garden mummy.
“Food. Yes, that is food.”
Suddenly the mummy on the trailer leaped to the ground which a huge thud. David jumped and stepped back as it walked over to the garden mummy and stood in front of it. It began emitting beeps and whistles and flashed some kind of light for a few seconds then turned to David.
“We are Cybex.”
“Cybex? What is that, some kind of nationality?”
“We are Cybex. We are not from this planet.“
“Wait… what? Aliens? From another planet?”
The second mummy nodded.
“Aliens from another world that look like robot mummies? Aliens from another world that look like robot mummies standing in my vegetable garden? Aliens from another world that look like robot mummies standing in my vegetable garden trying to bury a giant box? Wait, wait wait…”
“Sarcophagus.”
“What?”
“Sarcophagus.”
“What?”
“Aliens from another world that look like robot mummies standing in your vegetable garden trying to bury a sarcophagus.”
“That’s a… your trying to bury a sarcophagus? In my garden? Why?”
“Food.”
“Food? That’s your food? Your storing your food in a sarcophagus?”
David put his hands to his head and covered his eyes and shook his head and sat down. Meeting aliens would have been bad enough on it’s own, but meeting aliens named Cybex who were trying to bury a sarcophagus in his garden was a bit much. He had just had breakfast, it was too early for complicated thoughts.
Slowly he stood, took a deep breath, wasn’t too sure he enjoyed it and let it back out rapidly through his mouth. He glanced at each of the three mummies in turnt.
Okay. First things first, how can you speak english?”
“Assimilated from listening to you speak”
“Okay. Second question, why are you trying to bury a sarcophagus in my garden filled with your food?”
“Not our food.”
“Huh? You said it was food.”
“Yes, food for the plants.”
“For the… you mean like fertilizer?”
“Fertilizer. Yes, it is fertilizer.”
“Okay, fertilizer. But why my garden?”
“It was there.”
David stared with his mouth slightly open. Shocked. Or surprised. Either worked.
“Let me get the straight. You, a bunch of aliens from another planet, want to bury a sarcophagus full of plant fertilizer in my vegetable garden, just because it’s there?”
“Yes.”
David stared again. He thought about all the possible options. One, let them. Two, don’t let them. That pretty much exhausted all the options he could think of at the moment.
He glanced between the mummies in the garden and the sarcophagus on the trailer and back again.
Then repeated it several times while rubbing his chin with his right hand.
Then repeated it several more times without rubbing his chin.
He stopped glancing and looked straight at the second mummy he had seen, the one that had done most of the talking and said:
“Okay”.
This entry was written by , posted on August 28, 2009 at 12:09 pm, filed under Science Fiction and tagged #fridayflash. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
If you’ve been visiting my Project: Magnus site recently looking for new photos and wondering if I’ve abandoned the site the answer is a resounding no. The problem is that there is a consistent error when trying to upload images. It’s apparently an ‘out of memory’ bug that I can’t seem to find and squash. I am looking into it and will hopefully have it solved soon. Ish.
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I’m starting to wonder if the ‘death’ of the Master at the end of Series 3 was planned. And by that I mean planned by the Master himself. We know his wife is returning, and we know he was on Earth 18 months before the events of the series Drums, and we know the Doctor didn’t met him before that. So what if the Master planned that if things went wrong (because they always do) he had an escape plan. He was killed. And failing anyone else to do it, his wife would step in and take the shot. Perhaps he wasn’t really dead but drugged or something.
It might be that his resurrection is a result of being brought back by the TimeLords during the Time War. There is so much we don’t know about the TimeLord ability to regenerate that it is possible that he is able to delay the regeneration and when it does occur he is better able to control it and keeps the same face but with some physical characteristics different. (blond hair).
Remember, we never see who is actually wrapped in the white cloth on the funeral pyre. We just assume it is the Master.
A stretch I know but it’s the only thing that makes sense to me and accounts for all the odd variables.
I could also be way the frick off base and it’s something totally off the wall. Remember, in Doctor Who, they have to be able to explain it, but it doesn’t have to actually make sense ;)
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Ugh. I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
So Beck mentions to me the other week that she found some of the stuff I had written here many, many years ago (okay, 10). Most of it was poetry. Now, I have no problem posting up poetry. I love poetry. Some of my favorite books are poetry. Shel Silverstein, Maurice Sendak and Dr. Suess are great examples.
No, the problem I have with the poetry I’m about to direct you to is that it is so… well, sappy. And by sappy I mean dripping, thick. I mean pour over your pancakes thick. I’m surprised I didn’t scare Beck away with it.
I will admit. I’m a sap. I’m a romantic. Chivalry lives on so long as I do. I hold doors, and say ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’. And I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told not to call someone ‘sir’ or ma’am. I even call my niece (currently 8) ma’am.
Point being, I’ve always been very flowery and sappy when it comes to certain things. But some of this is way off my own deep end.
You can read them on the Poetry page.
The other thing she found was a digital copy of a story I wrote in high school. It was submitted to the writing contests and won the school contest but lost in the regional. It’s a true story about the day I found out my father had died. I was 14 I think when it happened, on December 12th. So you have an idea when Christmas isn’t my favorite season. (Halloween is if you care to know). The story is called Final Goodbye, read it here.
All of these can always be accessed via the Scribblings page.
Anyway, enough for now. I will post more on the development of the garden shortly. Here’s a hint: I harvested some summer squash the other day! I didn’t take pictures mostly because they met their fates later that same day :)
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Darkness falls harshly around me, the edge of my world only
a few inches away. I can again see the glowing eyes of my
fears coming closer.
The monsters gather around the edge of the remaining light,
probing and poking like half remembered dreams the that haunt
us in the early morning.
I reach toward a vision of love I had, only to have a demon
rip it from my grasp, leaving my soul empty and longing.
I don’t dare remember for fear of losing what memories I have left.
As I look around, I name the beasts that stand just beyond
my reach, tanting me, daring me to challenge them. But I cannot.
Because I am once again afraid, afriad of losing myself, and my hope.
A hope that is still new in my chest, still trying to find it’s fit.
A hope given to me when my world was once lost and disguarded.
The icy grip of surrender grips me as I realize that I am
again alone in the night, facing down the same demons I have
faced a thousand time. Staring out into the nothing that is
my future and my past I can see myself doing battle over and
over again. Never giving up. Things are different now. I am
weak, tired. Tired of figthing because I have forgotten what
I am fighting for.
I call to you, and you are not there. Were you a dream? I pray
that you were not, for I do not think I would be able to fight
another fight against the creatures that plague my sould were
that so. If you were not real then the love and faith that lives
within me would not be real either. That is my salvation, my one
saving light in this world of unending darkness and pain.
Peace settles over me like a blanket, enveloping my heart with its
warm touch as I recall you standing before me.. face to face, our
hearts overflowing with love. Then I remember where you are, and
I look out beyond the growing herd of beasts to the glimmering
castle beyond. It is then that I realize that I will have to battle
my way thru to get back to you.
As I take a deep breath, I think of you, and of your smiling face.
I think if all the times I heard you say “I love you”, and of all
the times I knew, and you didn’t have to say a word. I gather my
strength from the fact that if only in my dreams, I was loved
without end.. without question.
My sword is my belief in you, the only weapon I have. As I peer
out into the black that surrounds me I know deep inside that you
are with me. I charge forward, not knowing wether I shall survive
this battle or not. But knowing that no matter what the outcome,
I am loved.
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Even in the darkest of night you bring hope and joy to my heart. You make me
smile and laugh. You make me enjoy my life again. But most important..you
make me happy to be with you.
I could search every library in the world and never find the words to
describe the way my heart jumps at the sound of your name.
———-
Time passes us all, and things change.
People pass in and out of our lives so fast we sometimes never knew they were
there.
Truths become fables, fables become myths, myths become legends.
Today passes into tomorrow, and tomorrow never really comes.
And thru it all we adapt and change to met the times.
We love and learn, hurt and hate.
But when you look beside you one thing will always remain the
same…………
I will be by your side.
———–
Even the deepest darkest fears flee when I am with you. You are my rock, my
foundation. The anchor to my soul. You have brought back feelings I thought
long forgotten.
I want to thank you but words seem to fail me…….
Except for three..
I. Love. You.
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My world long destroyed…
my heart long dead.
The dreams and hopes of a thousand lifetimes were hidden deep in my soul..
Peace an idea..
Happiness only an illusion.
Then came the angel…..
on wings of gold, and whispers of love she came to me.
With a smile of peace and joy….
she came.
She hide her own heart away…
and gave me her friendship.
She stood beside me when I needed a friend..
held me when I was in pain.
And still she tucked away her own love..
even thought my hurt was more than she could stand.
she never left my side..
never left me alone.
Then came the day….
she somehow found the courage to tell me her heart….
terrified of being hurt again she took the risk..
she told me she loved me..
and offered her heart
I was afraid.
“What could I be to someone like this”
I asked myself…
“How can she ever love me?”
The questions answered themselves…
I loved her.
My heart was reborn…
My world renewed..
My love grew.
I dream new dreams now…
Hope flows like a river..
Peace is my blanket..
Happiness my gift.
I gave her my heart..
and she took it with love.
You ask me if the angel has a name….
Yes, she does.
It is Bebe.
And I am finally home.
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The future will be forever told,
in a ball of crystal and a cup of gold.
The clouds are dark and trouble looms,
The lightning cracks and thunder booms.
Where will we be at summer’s end,
when the winter growls as it begins.
Standing beneath a shaded tree,
arm in arm, just you and me.
Forever at peace within, without,
the love we have never in doubt.
There are hopes and dreams left untold,
in a ball of crystal and a cup of gold.
Dark clouds break and the sun shines bright,
and joy is echoed even in the night.
What will we do when the winter dies,
when summer brings the world alive.
Stay together thick and thin,
and let the cycle begin again.
The future is new and the past is old,
in a ball of crystal and a cup of gold.
The clouds are gone and the skies are clear,
and you know in your heart that no storms are near.
Who will we be when the summer does wane,
when the trees change color and we walk in cold rain.
Who we were meant to be outside and in,
and the love in our heart has no end.
Passion silently unfolds,
in a ball of crystal and a cup of gold.
The clouds have gathered and the storm is here,
but in your heart you no longer fear.
The passing of time and giving of hope,
for love is eternal inside of both.
When the summer cries, and winter screams,
that is the tale, of future dreams.
Love is young and life is old
in a ball of crystal and a cup of gold.
When peace does come in the dark of night,
and the passion of life still burns bright.
Holding tight the world now seems,
to anticipate the future dreams
And in the shadow of the waning tide,
I will always be at your side.
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Moonlit stars that shine so bright, in the darkness of deep night
Carry with them hopes and dreams of the tragic in-between.
When hope and faith are washed away, and fear consumes the live long day
That is when my soul is bare, to give to you…. forever share.
In the place of longing thought, where the struggle is for naught.
Seek for me and you shall find, that the trouble’s far behind.
Conquered, beaten, victory toss; it is not a savory loss.
Left in tangles soaked in tears, forever and a thousand years.
Courage filled with endless hope, with the earth star far below.
Makes the past seem out of time, and the passion forever shine.
With sun and cloud in endless war, the pace of life goes as before.
Pricked with cupid’s poisoned darts, shaped by fate and paper hearts.
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