I’m putting it on Wettpad and digging into filling out the lore and type of elves, Orcs and magic system I’m doing for it. It’s an Urban fantasy but I’m going to try to pull away from doing anything like traditional elves and more like my version of what an elve would be like in my story.
It’s going good and I’m digging the direction it’s going experimental wise though it is a bit tough figuring it out as I go along flushing it out..
I’m building the plot one step at a time though it is a long for sure.
I don’t trust the media and don’t trust the U.S. government as it stands so it’s always a war of translation whenever I listen to the hellmouth….
Pause.
Hellmouth
Diffintions: Noun. A person or persons apart of a news organization telling me something about reality to twist my mind to believe something in a binary fashion of good and bad without giving me a neutral or honest opinion. That you want to control me and how I think.
Example. NATO should send “defense weapons” to the Ukrainian government because Russia invaded the country. Russia has been planning this for years. Russia are the bad guys. Everyone knew this would happen. Russia is fighting Democracy.
I have questions….
Hmm. A) If everyone knew this would happen why weren’t the Ukrainian government ready for this action from Russia?
B) What is a defensive weapon? A weapon is a weapon. Why is there a need to call it defensive?
C) Why are you trying to convince me to think it is justified for other countries in NATO to get involved indirectly against Russia and not expect Russia and her allies to think this would not be a sign of war against them that would pull the fucking world into WW3?
D) What does the issues with Russia and Ukraine have to do with my country and life directly?
I have a side. I am not your slave you are not my master. We ain’t on the same side. Your (hellmouth news) trying to fuck my mind.
Anyway,
I just find this time interesting. I don’t watch hellmouth news simple for the fact if I’m inclined to learn about what’s happening I like to filter past the bullshit fast by reading or listening to commentary on it from persons who have bullshit sniffers on.
The link to the full story. Oh my God. The story is rich in sci fi and cyberpunk. Amazing. I’m getting somewhere.
Chapter 2
I walked down stairs dressed in my lavender uniform and badge on right breast pocket. My father was at the kitchen table with a virtual room headset on in a meeting. My mother and older sisters were on their devices moderatoring and watching video streaming footage of company’s workers at the office.
The house maid was already clearing away their nutrition bars and milkshake breakfast shakes. I grabbed up two bars and a bottled shake and headed for the door. Flowers opened the door for me.
I turned back to them. “I’m off.” I said.
They waved at me in unison and went back to their jobs. I headed out with Flowers following me. I walked out of the condo into the hallway and took the stairs down to the bottom floor. Flowers followed silently.
I got outside the sunlight had barely risen above the grey and brown towers of the city. On the grey Sky-ways above my head cruisers flew by like birds twisting and turning with ease on the curvy roads.
I sighed and looked away and started down the stairs out of the gate. Flowers followed silently singing that song I liked softly as we flowed in to the herd of workers that had to work outside their apartments for Empiral marks.
Fucking A. Damn I’m loving the world building. Did you hear that sound it’s the sound of a fucking level up boost.
It’s the weirdest thing. I hadn’t been on the website for years but It’s doing everything I need it to do. I’m going to invest some money into the site when I get my money right.
I just love writing on a platform that works. The app isn’t trash and the interface is wondful. I’m going to do some dig diving into the fiction on the site again but A+ totally satisfied. Again I love the options and the feeling that the company gives a damn.
I don’t know what I’ll do about Blue Jumper. It’s a great short story. But it won’t go anywhere on the site. I will have to convert it to a book or move it over to Wettpad somehow.
Here’s a link to the full story… This shit reads wonderfully well.
Chapter 1
I woke up to my alarm going off reminding me I had to get to work and after that I had training school for my lifetime service at temple. My headache hurt at the thought of all the things I wouldn’t get to experience.
I wouldn’t get to kiss a boy. I wouldn’t get pregnant. I would never hold a child of my own. I was going to be a fucking virgin forever serving a goddess that didn’t give a damn about me. I had already been stamped with the symbol of the goddess on my right hand. It was a circle with blue ink heart in the center.
My conscripted service would begin in three weeks to the temple. I sighed when I heard an alarm on my stream pad.
I got up walked over to my work station and picked up the tablet. “Open message.”
I stared and was frozen in shock. I had been sent a short message by *Bill-smokeMan. Oh. Here’s the list 1. Buy a ride 2. Do something wild in it. 3. Get a cyborg to hot wire for realm travel. 4. Get fitted for cybernetic link in index finger. 5. Get some exercise. 6. Start smoking. 7. Drive out of realm. Get on item 1 today. Remember it’s on you bro.
Bro?
What hell does bro mean on his homeworld?
Damn was this so….real. this was real. Bill was real. If he was real then. Then. There was a chance this stupid list. This weird list could be my ticket off this world and out of conscription service. This was my chance.
No. No. This was just some stupid game that-
“Alex. Alex. You will be late for your job and don’t forget your honorable service is today.” Flowers said gentle. She was my personal maid/guard for my service. She had been hired by my family two days ago.
I heard the door open. She came in bring in a sweet scent of chocolate rainbow. My favorite chocolate bar. She slipped in to my free hand.
“Hmm. That’s a interesting list is it your last ride list?” She asked and then turned to go to bathroom.
This shit is good….hands down I’m digging the Wettpad app and functions. Great app.
I’ve had a wettpad for a couple years and I decided to try it out and put a story on the fly.
I’m pretty sure now after a few minutes of trying it. I still need to work it a bit more and analyze a week of productive work for days but I think. I might stop fucking with Amazon vella entirely.
Amazon….holy shit. I can’t even pretend now that Amazon gives a damn about Vella. Wettpad is going to curb stomp them. I’ll finish what I got with Blue Jumper and then fuck Amazon.
It’s not even money. Amazon just doesn’t give a piss about the system or doing the shit half way right. I can’t stand it.. I don’t see a point of Vella now. It’s shit. Not the writers or readers. The fucking system is shit. I’m pulling out.
I’m always in my element when I am writing or doing something that is of substance and value.
I hate. I absolutely hate doing nothing. I can’t stand it. Be people used to say..no fuck it. Dumb fucks still say that video games is a waste of time.
No.
Being paid a shit ton of money to do something that isn’t valuable to your time of breathing and your personal worth is a waste of time and hard fucking work to me. You can’t pay a dime or 100k to do and to be nothing.
My mind is always busy even when the work is slow I find myself thinking of something to write about or analyzing female bullshiters lingo trying to ponder the question….
Why can’t you answer the mother fucking question with a yes or a go fuck yourself.
Real talk.
I used to think I was a lazy person. Then I started blogging seriously and recording how many projects I’m doing in a single month and day. I put in a lot of effort, energy and attention for a post to be funny enough for a “like” I’m not bragging It’s the thing I have to do. What I’m writing is always new every day or in some way it’s a different challenge I can take on. I’m always writing. That’s why it seems easy to me though I know a lot of decades has gone into mastering it. I never have enough time.
But, it’s really the day job when I came to grips with the fact…
People kept saying I was a hard worker. I frowned and wondered. The fuck?! Me? I just work. I give it my all. I go full force in no break and no cap.
So I’ve been thinking about it. I really do value my time. I really do value what I do spend it on. I don’t think it as hard work. Hard work sounds well…like hard work. I see it like in part like a game. I got to get this shit done and the time starts.
I growned and woke to the sight of Scott and Air staring down at me in concern. I felt comfortable laying in a nice bed. I felt right but I also felt her trying to track me.
I waved them away as I rolled out of bed to the side and looked around. We were in the tower. I shook my head.
“She’s still out there. Tracking me I can’t stay here. I have to-“
“We aren’t in Cyberpunk’s dream world.” Air spoke quickly. “We’re in my tower. “
I nodded. “Your tower is in Cyberpunk’s dream realm. That’s why-“
“‘-Oh no. We’re no longer in my brother’s realm. I can move my tower around. I have no realm of my own. So I move around as does my tower.”
I stared at her. “What’s the beef between you and my mother.” I asked.
Air pursed her lips tightly. “We were friends once. We came into being on a world called Mars, in a city named Gods play land. Once I learned how to travel the realms I taught her but she was comfort in her position there at the time. I left her on Mars while traveled the realms.”
I nodded. “She thinks you and the elders as she calls them are Gods. She must have enjoyed being worshipped by my kind. Is she mother though?”
Air nodded stiffly. “Bill. We’re not gods. We were all made from the same elements as mortals but we’re different and came to be differently. Mara can’t accept that fully she can die just as any mortal man or woman. My brother and his consort are doing battle with them as we speak. I do not how it will-“
“-She’ll worm her way out. She survived my home world being destroyed she’ll escape the battle in some way. How many humans have you changed?”
Air frowned shaking her head. “I didn’t change you.”
“You created me though, how?”
Air frowned again shaking her head. “Mara is limited because she does not embrace the truth of what she is and can never be. She believes a lie. I embraced that truth centuries ago. I can create and bring things into being. Mara is a creator of death. She can give birth but not life. You were her last attempt at that.”
I frowned getting a strange feeling I knew what she was dancing around saying. “Was I born still born?”
Air grimanced. “You would have been but sense I created you before your birth by breathing my element into you then you are what I created you to be. I am not the only dragon knowledgeable enough to do so.”
I shook my head. “I don’t understand why she would attempt something so stupid. For what reason?”
Air stared at me. “To raise an army of mortal slaves to worship her as their goddess mother.”
“Holy shit. The bitch is nuts.” Scott voicing my own thoughts.
Air nodded. “Yes. She is quite a sad creature. But, she also has still a few miss guided children out in the realms I have yet to reach.”
I got up and looked out the window into the endless portals to realms.
“Is there another reason beyond being a nice lady that you breath life into her dead children?’
“Bill.” Scott said. “Whst are you-“
“It’s fine.” Air interrupted. Yes there is a reason. A very big reason. Her children the ones I don’t save. Sometimes are saved or created into beings of dangerous problems that start galactic wars or burn whole planets they become annoyances for the elders. When that happens or if there are signs of it happening in those worlds a judgement is made and a world is sentenced to death.”
I nodded to turning to face Air. “Your an elder, right?”
Air shrugged. “In part. I am, the youngest and lowest in power and I rival no one in power or wisdom. I speak with the head elder over us all. I offer advice and try to make plans to rescue those I can. I try. I don’t always succeed but for you. I tried really hard this time.”
“Why?”
“I like you and in a strange twisted way. Mara likes you a lot though it may not seem that way.” Air said gentle.
“Where we headed?” I asked.
Air smiled. “To another another rescue mission.” She said.
“Can we help?” Scott spoke up for the both of us.
Air looked between the two of us. “That isn’t necessary. This is your home now or I can take you to any-“
I held up a hand. “I think you do need a little help. Unless you think it beneath you to ask for help from mortals.”
Air smiled her lips shaking. “I would be honored to have your help and sense you two are inclined to be so helpful. I want to give you both with something.”
“Two. What about Wolf.” I asked
Scott made a face. “He met a girl so he opted out of the fun.” She said.
I shrugged. “That’s alright. I understand. What’s this gift?!”
Air giggled. “Follow me.” She said whimsically dancing out of the room.
Scott laughed and quickly took my hand and led me after Air. I smiled liking the feel of her. We walked out into another large spacious room. We stopped short and stared at the purple and black beautiful crusier.
Air smiled . “What do you think? I ordered it from my little brother. He makes such nice realm flyers.”
I feel introspective at the moment about the current mind control games being run on us the people of the west. The casting of the net so to speak of the minds eye for attention on what’s going on and what I and you are supposed to think.
There are the freedom fighters rallying the battle cry for the people on their team to not trust what the other team is saying. To cry out, don’t be a simp like last time and believe the cascade of lies.
Then there’s me thinking. Damn. I got to put in more time at the job just to get through this shit with my money going to shit. I have a passing interest in the shit (Russia vs Ukraine) from a historical account of a interesting real story unfolding but it’s not my story. It’s not lane.
I think about that recently a lot lately. The power to influence your environment and the power to control how people think. Personally, I have no interest in the later. Simple to control how I think and move is enough and I hate hypnotism and systemic televised programing. The former holds my interest at present.
The power to change my environment or not be effected by the cash in my bank account but the resources I can pull from to give me more time and more freedom to write and find some place in this city for a RPG gathering.
I haven’t played D&D in four years. I miss it. My mind is busy enough inventing worlds and stories. Yet, I don’t have the time to write them all down or have a sit down game with a group imagination guided friends.
“Damn. You a quick one.” I said coming down to my feet to face her.
“You. Little demi-god trash. I can’t believe you found him again.” She said spitting at the ground at my feet as we turned to face each other.
I laughed. Letting my mask fall away. I became what I was again as I felt the thrill of battle. “Little sister. This shit is getting tiresome. Let the boy go. There is no need for this bullshit. If your looking for something spicy. I am the man for that.”
“The boy is mean. I birthed him. I keep him. All her filthy abominations will burn in my flames. Stand aside. Your nothing but a demi-god pretender. Your power is not even equal to the goddess of lightning and might. Damn you for your corrupting ways. I will destory you and free the elders from your influence.”
“Yeah. Yeah. I get it. This isn’t about the boy. It’s about me. You want a fight little sister. Game on.”
She turned and their were two. One white, one black. Both with black flame swords
I smiled. “I like. A challenge. Let’s go. Whose first.”
I heard a motorcycle riding up behind me as the mini realm Bill pictured changed and we were in a desert realm. I sensed Lightning Baby’s arrival was imminent. It would take her a time traveling between realms though….until then.
