Divert Your Course

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Enough Time

Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.

Life's Little Instruction Book
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Mist - Chapter 1

When dawn arises, night must die.
When the good in men awakens, the evil must subside.

There will come a time when these forces will collide.

The light crept in Peter's window a little earlier than he thought it should have. It didn't really matter that much because as soon as he was fully awake he remembered the trip they had been planning for months was finally here. Him and his family were going to spend the summer in an old house that their uncle was renting out to them. From the vivid descriptions that his uncle had given it sounded like a very exciting and intriguing place. It was on the shores of a very deep lake, surrounded with a forest of trees, and very large. It was a three-story house, built in the Victorian style. It was actually four stories if you counted the attic that, according to his uncle, was full of antiques and all sorts of other interesting things. He had tried to persuade his parents to let his best friend Tim come with them but, all they said was, "The three of us need some time together. You see him every day at school! No, we will go as a family this time." So, it was decided. He was to be alone with his parents for the whole summer.
Peter was what you would call normal in most ways but, he a knack for attracting trouble. On his first day of school he was sent to the principles office twice. The first time was because of the bully sitting behind him pulled his chair back and he hit his head on the front of his desk. The teacher didn't see the bully and thought he was just making noise to attract attention. The second time was during recess. He was up on the monkey bars and got halfway across and fell, landing on top of a girl. And so Peter's life continued in this manner. Being blamed for starting the food fight in fifth grade, accused of writing graffiti in the boys bathroom in just this year... Having just finished seventh grade, he just knew that the next year would be better. If not, it would all change once he started high school. At least he hoped so.
Once he had taken a shower and dressed he went downstairs for a quick breakfast of bland cornflakes. When he had finished his mother told him to go upstairs and pack his bags. He packed his clothes first. He had enough to last at least a week. They would have to wash after that. Then came the difficult part. Deciding what toys and games to bring. He packed at least twenty CD's, his Walkman, a couple books incase he got really bored, a pad of paper and pencils for drawing. He tried to pack his Gameboy but his mother caught him. She said, "We need to go and relax! Enjoy nature! Get away from civilization! No electronic devices allowed!"
"Not even my Walkman?" said Peter
"Well, I guess. Just no heavy rock, okay?"
"Alright."

Throwing his last bag into the trunk of the car, Peter looked back at his house. It wasn't very big; two stories, two bathrooms, etc. It was a good thing he was an only child. Having already said goodbye to Tim the day before he clambered into the back seat. His uncle had said it would be about a four hour drive from where they lived so he was prepared. He had his music and Walkman next to him along with enough snack food to last a month. He would have gotten his books out of his bag but he couldn't read in the car. He couldn't sleep either. He had to be on something stationary to do that. Once his mom and dad were in the car they set off on their summer adventure. Little did he know how much of an adventure he was in for.

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Peter Rabbit

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a rabbit named Peter. Peter the rabbit is what his friends called him. He wished he could be called something grand like the great rabbits in history. Whenever he and his friends played "knights" he was always "Sir Lancelot II". He planned to change his name when he grew up to "Sir Lancelot II"; Very grand don't you think? He thought so. When they played he would hop around the giant tree stump in the forest nearby. Sometimes he would even jump on top and leap gracefully down to, well, land on his back. "Ouch!", he would say.
When he got home his mother scolded him for staying out so late. In reply he said, "The sorrow in my heart runs deep for, I have disgraced thine household. What might I do to please thee, fair maiden?" He was still talking in the medieval way. His mother said, “You can peel those carrots over there; and you can stop talking like that!” When they finally sat down to eat there weren’t many carrots to eat seeing as Peter had eaten most of them while peeling them. Yet another scolding for Peter. Since he had come in so late it was time for bed when dinner was all cleaned up. After his mother tucked him in, he fell asleep almost immediately. He had had a long day.

--THE END

Morning Person

Morning Person

21-Apr-2005

In the misty morning I awoke,
With my eyes all baggy and my wallet broke;
My mind said, "James!" and I said "Who?",
My alarm clock was ringing: I didn't know what to do!
I pushed some buttons, then I pushed some more,
Then I slipped out of bed and fell on the floor!
I hit my elbow, then my left knee,
Then I realized: I really had to pee!
So with much pain and suffering, I got off the floor,
And with as much haste as I could muster, I made for the door;
When in the hall, my feet did slip,
And to the ground I was taking a trip;
I reached the bathroom, all battered and bruised,
Then I saw, it was already being used!

Robert's Adventure

27 September 2004

This is the story of me. When I say me I am referring to myself, Robert. I'm a spider. I live in a crack in the wood in someone's house. It’s quite roomy! I have my web spun across the back like a hammock. I guess I look like any old spider except for the maroon spot on my back. My friend's call me the "Maroon Widower". I have really big feelers on my head that I use to probe things since I can't see too well. Well that’s enough about me for now. This is about my adventure. I’m lucky to be able to recount it for you today. It’s almost claimed my life. I know you big people don’t think much of it when you squish one of our innocent comrade’s but just think of it this way: You’re just walking along minding your own business and all of a sudden this giant comes out of nowhere and start’s chasing you! It’s only apparent intent is to kill you with all due speed. You run for your life screaming to all other living creatures to head for the hills. Then, it happens. You don’t really know what happens but it does. As far as I know you get squished. All that’s left of you is a little puddle. Okay! Now on to my adventure! I was hiding from the people who live in the house. It just so happened that I was hiding in the water spout. Suddenly it got very dark. Something had closed over the end of the spout! I was trapped. I ran down the pipe and into the ground as fast as I could. It was then that I heard a deafening screech from above. As if in response I heard a low rumbling from below. It was getting louder and louder. It was getting closer too! I was helpless. I waited for whatever it was to strike. All of a sudden I was flying upward! Then I smashed my head on something hard. I was to find out later that it was the top of the water spout. When I fell down I landed in something very wet. I think it was water. Then I was flying down a long black tunnel. I couldn’t see a thing. Then I saw a light at the end of the tunnel! It was the salvation of the world for me. As I got closer and closer it got bigger and bigger. Then when I thought I was going to pass into the realm of my grandfather and uncle, I was flying through the air! Flying, flying, falling, falling and then falling some more. It seemed an eternity before I crashed back to earth with a resounding thud. The next thing I knew was my Dad leaning over me and my Mom in the background. I was in my house! I was safe and as far as I knew I wasn’t in the realm of grandpa or anyone else for that matter. I was home.

THE END. (Or is it?)

The Four Little Pigs

THE THREE FOUR LITTLE PIGS
13-Feb-2005
16-Feb-2005
I think I am correct in saying that just about everyone has heard the story of the three little pigs. At least, you've heard of it. If you haven't heard the complete story, this will be a lot easier for you to grasp. For the rest of you, just hang on tight.
Although the original writer of "The Three Little Pigs" preferred to stay anonymous, he did say this: "Everyone makes mistakes." This is very true. He made two big ones though. Not having much writing experience when he wrote the book, he completely left out the two most important characters. One, the fourth little pig, and two, the big bad wolfs mother. Without them, the whole story is very anti-climatic. You see, the reason the big bad wolf was trying to blow their houses down in the first place was this: His mother had a condition. Never mind what kind, it was just a condition. The only cure was a healthy dose of fresh pork and bacon. As for the fourth little pig, well, I must admit he doesn't do much but, he keeps the story from being so vapid. Adds flare, pizzazz, whatever you want to call it. You'll just have to see for yourself.
His second mistake was, it's too light. He completely cut out all the fighting and exciting chases. No fun at all. I however have taken the creative liberty to add some excitement to the story. Enjoy!
Now I present to you the new and revised edition of, "THE FOUR LITTLE PIGS"

It was a fine sunny day in the Mountain Valley. In a quaint little house on top of a hill there lived a mother pig with her FOUR sons...

Well this part isn't any different so, I'll skip ahead to when they're building their houses.

Pig #1 was just down the road busily building his house out of straw. Pig #2 was about another mile down the road building his house out of wood. Pig #3 was building his house out of bricks even farther down the road. And last, but not least, Pig #4 was building his house out of, well, toothpicks, cotton swabs, and hair gel. (He's a little wacko)

Here we go...

The first pig had almost finished building his house when he noticed a large shadow looming over him. He turned, he saw the big bad wolf, he squealed, then turned as white as a sheet. Have you ever seen a pig do this? It's quite entertaining. The wolf thought it was so funny he fell over on the ground laughing hysterically. Pig #1 seized his chance and ran as fast as his fat little legs could carry him down the road to his brothers house.

How do you like it so far? It's much better, in my opinion.

The second pig had almost finished his house by the time that pig #1 got there. He was so exhausted from running that he fell in a heap on the ground. Not being very nice, pig #2 just left him there to fry in the hot sun. Having finished his house, he stepped inside and helped himself to a tall glass of hard lemonade.
By the time the wolf had arrived at the second house pig #1 was a large piece of bacon laying in the middle of the road. Forgetting about his mothers condition, he swallowed it in two bites.

Well, I guess the original author had some right to say that there were only three pigs because, well, now there ARE only three!

Having finished his tasty little appetizer the big bad wolf set his sights on pig #2's house. The little pig inside knew this. Being the courageous one of the family, he went into the newly built back room and found his dart gun. Then he scampered back to the front window, pulled out his fake little crosshair, and aimed for the approaching wolf.

I feel I must make known that I have sympathy for the wolf at this point in the story. Here is an almost innocent wolf, meandering along looking for a decent lunch and then this ballistic pig starts shooting darts at him. I tell you. What is this world coming to? Anyway...

Having no knowledge of the onslaught of darts that was to come upon him, the wolf walked briskly down the garden path towards the front door. As soon as he was in range, the pig let loose a barrage of darts. Seeing as his gun was a machine dart gun, this was quite a lot. The wolf, being struck in several very uncomfortable places, howled with pain and ran back down the path, across the road, and into the woods.
I sure showed him! thought the pig.
He sure showed me, thought the wolf while pulling darts out of every place imaginable on his furry body.
The pig, feeling very bold and proud of himself decided to go down to his brothers house and recount the adventure he had just experienced. Not thinking, he set his dart gun down on the counter and set off at a brisk pace down the road. The wolf saw this. He thought about it. He thought some more. Then, he had an epiphany:
I can go down to pig #3's house and get both of them there! he thought excitedly.
Having found new courage, he ran out of the woods and down the road towards pig #3's house.
Pig #3 was busy finishing his house when his brother came waddling down the road.
"You're still not done?" said #2.
"No. I'm making my house out of bricks, remember?" replied #3.
"Ah. I got it. Hey you want to hear an exciting adventure story?"
"Sure. Let's go inside where it's cooler."
So, they went inside and pig #2 recounted his adventure with the wolf. He was so wrapped up in telling the story, and his brother so enthralled with the story, that neither of them saw the wolf creep around the house and come in the back door.
I've got them now, thought the big bad wolf.

Since there are children in the audience I think I will skip over this part. I think you can guess what's going to happen anyway. It gets pretty gory. I'll tell you some other time.

The big bad wolf was lounging around his newly captured fort, er, house. He was quite sleepy after his large meal. He was almost asleep when he remembered his mothers condition.
Now I have to get another pig? Oh man. I hate this job. I think I’ll quit the acting job after this, he thought.
After lugging his bulk out onto the road yet again, the wolf set off towards pig #4’s house. It’s made of toothpicks, cotton swabs, and hair gel remember? Since it would take awhile to build a whole house with only those materials he had decided to just make a tent for the night. This meant that he had a lot of supplies left over. When he saw the wolf lumbering down the road he quickly formulated a plan. Being the weirdo he is, he dipped himself in hair gel, rolled in the cotton swabs, and stuck two toothpicks on his head to look like antlers. He lashed a few other toothpicks together and made a spear. He looked quite frightening. When the wolf saw him, he thought it was the snow monster resurrected. When the pig started making horrible screeching noises the wolf turned and ran as fast as he could back down the road and back to his house.

--THE END

Here we go...

Hello and welome to my writing blog! This is where I will post miscellaneous short stories and chapters that I have written. I have no idea how often I will be posting so, bear with me. You can visit my other blog too. It's more centered around programming and a bunch of other stuff but, check it out. That's all for the intro!