Onward to August

What I'm Doing: Sitting on the couch with swimmer’s ear, legs sore from a triathlon.

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Somehow, I have to chunk out three more posts in the next three or so days. July has sped by faster than Pre-June. I can’t seem to figure out where July has disappeared to. Some obscure crevice in the middle of the Atlantic, perhaps- hiding with forty-foot eels and cowering from the monstrosities of the great oceanic darkness? Or maybe July decided to take a short vacation halfway through its scheduled work week, and took the nearest rocket ship to Jupiter? Or maybe, a mad scientist somewhere on this planet (or relatively close to this planet) created a time warping device. It may have malfunctioned, causing minutes to turn into hours and hours into days.

Whatever happened to the normal mass of July will most-likely remain a mystery. It will go down in the books as an event such as Atlantis or the Bermuda Triangle.

Or maybe, I’m just having a fun time in the summer of 2010.

Clouds and Drywall

Outside.

People relax. They lie down on their plump grassy lawns and let their shoulders decompose into the earth. Sniffing the rich soil, they exhale- then direct their vision receptors toward the expanse of blue atmosphere. One by one, the people point at the large masses of whiteness. They claim them as theirs, and then define them to be prehistoric beasts, bipedal creatures, and exothermic monstrosities. Once a mass of whiteness is dictated to be a specific device by one of the population, all other members of the population would chime in. The people glorify over the ideal wonders and detail of the obtuse whiteness.

Inside.

People stress. They lie down at their beds at night or on the toilet in the afternoon. The population’s mental capacity is peaked and is strumming and humming and struggling to keep up with the pace of the required thought process to decode the average crossword puzzle. Images and words blur into foreign artifacts and symbols turn into everyday language. No shoulders slump into the gentle embrace of the brittle ground. Instead, the artificial gathers its claws and tendrils and marinates the bodies in gruesome poison. Vision receptor shields twitch and shiver- as does the skin. Sight wavers, and concentration is a struggle. The walls. The white walls are the only escape. The drywall. Its uneven curves and non-uniformity are turn-ons to the creative enclave within the cranium. People devise nostalgic shapes and genius out of it. An ex-wife, a WWII bomber, a toy… lost long ago.

Outside.

In sheltered harmony, a boy and a girl gaze at the wonders of space. The clouds fascinate them with their opportunity and brevity of solid shape. Their imagination whirs like a stirring rod in a beaker, spinning around the brain mass into a mixture of beautiful insight and intellectual fact. The mind is at ease.

Inside.

In solitary confinement, the wild man of the population wonders about the details of the walls. Usually, his mind is framed and slaughtered by the details of his past and the confusion of his present. The nurses and doctors tell him he is sick, very sick. But the walls tell him otherwise. The walls tell him stories and cure his curiosity of the world. If it wasn’t for the walls, he would be long lost. They would’ve sent him far away by now, if it wasn’t for the walls.

The Adventures of Captain Ralf (Part Two)

Age of Sam McGuffin: 9-10

All writing copied, including spelling/grammatical errors

(Part One of Captain Ralf is on the previous blog post.)

The officer opened the drawbridge. “Here you are,” he told him, “the King’s castle!”

In the throne room Ralf looked at his surrondings. There was stone walls with the same brown tint as the outside wall was. There were stone pillers and a stain glass window that look as if a rainbow won the lottery. But the center of attraction was the red carpet in the center of the room, and at the end of the carpet, were two people were sitting.

One was the king the other was the boy that saved Ralf from the monstor. “Hello, I’m the King and this is Felix.” The King was an old wize man with a white beard. Felix was a young boy with a blue tunic. Ralf said to the King, “There is something very important that I must tell you, don’t tell anyone cept your mum. Now this is what I want you to do, I need you to stop a person, his name, Dr. Reeeally Evil, and his lab assistant, Dr. Steeeal. They have just left from our town. They made 15 guards fly in the air. If they could do that they can reach their goal, which I believe is to set the Eternal Dragon free. It is up to you to save the world from the dragon. Felix will be joining you on your quest.”

**

Ralf’s house was a small two story with a hay room.

“Ralf, you’re back!” His mom shouted excitedly. “Hello Felix.”

After all the good nights, Ralf and Felix went to bed. Ralf had a very bad dream that night it was about those two people he knew and two others and they were freeing the dragon.

In the morning, Ralf had gone up to the kithcne. The kitchen was farly small, there where cupbords and conters and a stove. “It breakfast ready yet?” Ralf asked. “Yes.” His mom said. After breakfast where the goodbyes.

“Bye, see ya! Have a nice trip!” After everyone had said their goodbyes, a familiar voice shouted very loudly- “I thought I told you to leave!!!”

**

Later in the early spring morning, where the sun shined in colorful rays upon Ralf and Felix. Ralf scaned the hazy mountains that wer in a bluish gray like the ocean tide in a warm morning at a early time. Felix was gazing in the other direction where a wagon was going around a bend that was a dirt pass of which Felix never knew, threw his many experienced years, eight to be exact. Felix started to walk toward the pass. “Hey wait for me!” Ralf said, just getting up from looking at the mountins. “O.K,” said Felix.

Once Ralf caught up they dashed around the bend at the monstrous wagon. All of a sudden an evil looking thing popped from nowhere. “What on earth is that!” Ralf yelped in dismay. “We should be able to take that piece of junk!” Felix shouted. The piece of junk was a trashcan with one eyeball, and had two robotic arms. One had a rounded thing, gold was the color. “I shall dominate!”

At that, the thing flew into the area with a bluish red flash that was like a rocket lifting up. ZZAAAP! A lightning bolt struck the scene in a gold flash!

In the wagon, a boy that had a green tunic and had gold hair was observing. “Over here sir. Argh! What is this!” Above the hubbub the lightning flash was heard, a man dressed in a formal coat who was obviously the driver, had something to say. “All in favor of going back to check that strike, say aye!” Everyone  in the wagon said “I.” The sound of it was a great noise as if Thor himself came down to earth.

**

Seven people plus a streacher went to look at the blown away scene. “Wait, wait up!

It was the boy from the wagon. “You’re just a kid, Dr. Reeeally Evil might be out! He’s been roaming around this area.” Said one of the men. “I don’t care if a metior hits, I’m still comin’!” The boy shouted back.

Pages 7-14/18 of Captain Ralf

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The final portion of Captain Ralf will be posted tomorrow.

-TWO-12