What are we here for?
To work on the endless cycle of spinning wheel?
To shake off the chains of fate and past rewinding mistakes?
What are we here for?
Maybe. What are doing with the time and space we have is a better question.
Everything is in our doing. Our meaning. Our existing. Our dreaming.
What are we doing in the space between the time of sleep and restless questions.
What are we doing that is adding to who we are becoming and what we want to maintain?
That’s questions I pounder.
I’m looking around at one dropping another free book drop. I’m have to do a quick read on it to see if it needs more work. I think low fantasy is my niche but in general I have found that the writing comes easy and feels great.
I’m enjoying the process. The editing is just as fun and entertaining as the writing flow.
Value. I find myself asking myself this question a lot lately. Mainly because of my quest to produce it at a greater supply in my life. I am poet and storyteller.
I find the greatest value in using my best elements to inspire and help people. I’m a hopeful guy. I’m also a fighter. Both are elements that I weave into my craft for the benifit of others to enjoy.
The Process of writing the James Potter series was a fun ride for my first parody. The writing wasn’t easy. This is my first parody series. A lot of lessons learned and work went just into the process of making as in the writing. Warning slight spoilers ahead.
Let me start from the position that I don’t give a fuck about this dude. He looks like any homeless person you would find on the street begging for change.
Do you see this fucking image above. I tried to generate a picture of Pedro Pascal and I get this shit. This fake ass dude looks way better looking (pause) then that begger looking old and busted dude. Look at this dude.
This fucking dude is a movie star?! Holy shit! The times have gone to the fucking doggs bro.
Here is my opinion of Pedro Pascal. He looks boring my dude. I look at his face and I listen to him *act* and I want take a nap. He looks so fucking tired of sucking dick. But, he’s so addicted to dick that he can’t stop now. How the fuck else is he going to get movie deal.
Now this is my opinion and it is the correct opinion of all time. I win awards for my opinions you know.
But, I just don’t get it. What the fuck happened to actors that looked good looking or at least not like some fucking dude waiting at a traffic stop for spare change and sob story to tell for twenty dollars.
It’s not that the west has run out of ideas. It’s the fact all the mother fuckers are producing the same old shit.
No.
Let me correct myself. The over Lords in charge of entertainment movies, comics and fantasy in general have lost the script.
What script is that? The script that tells them stop being pussies and take chances. It’s all the same fucking shit.
Look at this beta bitch in the picture above. This is the fucking art director for your next AAA video game and marvel movie. It’s his piss stained vision that is going to lead the vision your kids are going to see on the big screen.
Holy shit bro.
It’s pure fucking arrogance. These fucking losers sell out slump on a shit burger.
“It’s the message bro. You have to hear the message bro. You have to listen to me bro. Trump is a racist. The world has to know. They have to get woke up the ass.” Some weirdo asshole said.
Holy Fucking shit bro.
In other news please check out my amazing parody book series James Potter and Court of Owls.
Something nice to listen too.
Chapter 10
Logan woke up to scent of warm meat and talk. He opened his eyes to stared up at the ceiling and then he rolled out of bed. He hurried over to the breakfast that had been brought into the sleeping courtiers of the male chosen. Vince along with the twenty others young males were all laughing and eating a table set with food.
Vince of course set at the head of the table. Logan noticed their wasn’t left room enough for him to sit down at and eat. He didn’t care. He merely made room for himself by sliding on the side. He snacked up a bowl and wooden spoon he started dipping his spoon into a steaming pot of beef stew. Once his bowl was filled he snatched up bread and fruit. He started eating fast and casting occasionally glances at the doors.
“Why are you in such a rush Jones?” Vince said loud enough to gain Logan attention. The others quieted down. “We have a good amount of time before we’ll start our first training sessions with the masters.” He said frowning at him.
Logan smiled at him. “It’s a habit from back home. Always in a rush to finish breakfast and get to work. What are you going to be learning today?” He asked attempting to distract Vince. Logan already knew what they were going to be learning.
Vince grinned. “You planning on learning with us today? I thought you had planned on going your own way and all that shit. Strange thing at that. Seeing it’s your first day here and you know as much as we all know about Grim Old.” He said.
Vince’s comment caused a lot of overindulgent energetic laughter from the others at Logan’s expense. Logan continued to eat ignoring the laughter at him and open sneers from the others.
“Well?” Vince asked.
Logan looked at Vince in question. “Well?! Well, what?! Oh sorry. Did you ask me question. I wasn’t listening.” He said.
Vince stared at him as the others laughed at Logan. “We were having a conversation. You forgot that quickly?” He said.
Logan shrugged. “I was bullshitting with you Vince. I don’t give a fuck what the fuck you’re doing to do. I was just trying to make conversation with you to past the time by. Looks like breakfast is over.” He said pointing to the door as it was opened outwardly.
Sargent Jai and two other slave trainers greeted them with a bow of their heads. Jai stood aside and waved them to follow him outside.
“It is time to begin your training. Your trainers will be outside. I will train you in the basics then Trigger and Ran here will help you in practical combat. Now. It is time for our first session.” He said and turned on his heel and walked out.
Logan grimanced as he knew what was going to happen next. He got up at the same time as Vince. He waited as Vince turned and lead the others out. He followed from the back.
So far everything felt like it was going the same way it did. Logan saw the Trainer Zim standing in the fighting ring. Vince and Ed Dent were called to the ring. Logan smiled when he sensed Darla creep up from his right side as he was the last one to step out of the bunk house.
Darla was dressed the same as yesterday but she smelled like fresh flowers and morning dew scents coming from her body. Her hips swayed as she came up to stand close up to him. He slipped his arm around her waist as they walked out together.
“You smell like a good day baby. You get a good night sleep?” He said.
Darla shrugged. “It was pleasant but it would have been better with you in my bed.” She said in that thick Swedish accent.
Logan cupped her behind once and sighed. “That is the most sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He said.
“Why do you react so strangely when I speak simple answers?” She said in a purring voice and direct stare.
Logan had planned to tell her some sweet pretty line. The idea was cast aside in his own head quickly enough. It would only be a waste of time. The truth seemed more time effective.
“Honestly. I like your voice and you have a nice ass. The idea of putting a baby in you sounds fun every time look at your hips. We have no time for that sadly. I will have to settle for bending you over occasionally when we have a moment of privacy.” He said in a private voice to her openly shocked face.
Darla’s cheeks flushed with heat. She stared at him and breathed in his scent. Darla nodded her head slowly. “That is a high compliment you have given me. Thank you. I look forward to you keeping your promise.” She said and intentionally adding a husky whisper to her voice.
Logan’s lips curved into a wolfish grin but he only nodded in answer to her reply. He then turned his attention toward the fighting ring. “Only being honest baby. Let’s see what the heroes are going to learn.” He said.
Vince and Ed faced off against Trainer Zim. It was supposed to be a muck fight but used with real swords. Vince and Ed attacked Trainer Zim with the swords at the command of Jai. They went at it with him.
Trainer Zim beat them away easily at their first attack. They continued the attack on Trainer Zim. The goal was simply to smack him on the shoulder or ass.
Vince was the first to lay a hit on Trainer Zim by using magic to light up the blade of his sword and distract him. He attacked and smacked him on the arm. He didn’t ley up his guard though as Zim sliced at him with air magic.
Vince blocked the attack with his own magic using his blade. He got pushed back and landed on his back.
Ed attacked and sliced Zim’s chest. Ed cursed and held up his hand. “Sorry about that. I went to far. My apologies.” He said with a smile.
Logan had saw the move and knrw it hadn’t been accident. Logan frowned. That was new.
A wizard came up and raising her hand. He pushed magic at Zim and healed his wound.
Zim nodded to her. He turned to Ed. “Again. On guard.” He said.
Ed attacked heatedly while Zim stood still accepting the attacks. Suddenly, he paried a attack and sliced Ed’s chest across the chest twice.
Ed roared and lost his shit. He attacked for blood and then he was dead and headless. Some of the young heroes threw up. Vince stared in dispassionately. Logan frowned shook his head and glanced at Darla.
Darla stared at him. “He was a fool.” She said.
Logan nodded. “Yes. Ed forgot he was facing a trained warrior.” He said.
“Indeed. Hero Logan Jones.” Sargent Jai said.
Logan noticed then that everyone was watching him. Logan grunted. One of the young heroes tried to take a swing at him. Logan chopped him in the throat quickly and kicked him in the chest.
The young hero was coughing and staring at Logan in fear. Logan shook his head at him. “Do ever do that shit to me again. You come at me side ways I go for the win. Remember that.” He said.
Sargent Jai nodded to Logan staring at him differently. “You are correct. You are all being trained for war and survival. There is no safe place or moment to lose your thinking head.” He said and looked around at everyone. “Now. Please respect your trainers. Do not forgot they are trained warriors if you threaten their life you will suffer the same fate as Hero Ed.” Sargent Jai said.
Logan had to give him a nod. Sargent Jai was a bastard but he was smart in the lesson. It served two purposes. To train them to take their lessons seriously and to control the moral perception of what happened.
The wizard that had healed Zim. She bowed to him. “I am Clara of Dans. I am to train you how to heal at level of mastery.” She said.
Logan snorted. Darla drew closer to him. “Are you now? Do you happen to know where Smiths place is near here?” He asked.
Chapter 9
Logan couldn’t sleep and he was on edge about what was going to happen in a few hours. He waited until everyone in the sleeping courtiers had fallen asleep. When the time was right he crept out.
The guard at the door was sleep on his feet back leaning against the side of the door. He moved fast on quiet feet. He made his way by memory back the way into the castle up the flight of stairs they had come. He turned to the left and walked quickly toward the library. The castle was quiet. No one was around not that he expected servants to be up or a night watch guard. Logan knew the reason for this.
Logan finally found his way to the library. There seemed to be one man inside. The wizard sat behind a table of writing desk facing the door. A blue magical lamp illuminated his hand as he wrote in a book. Everywhere else was dark in the small library.
Logan noticed how quiet it was. Even when he walked inside he couldn’t hear his own foot steps. He felt eyes on him. Logan ignored the feeling and the possible pair of eyes watching him.
The wizard at the writing desk didn’t look up but Logan knew he noticed him. “I got a question and a favor to ask you?” He said.
The wizard shook his head. “No favors. What is your question?” He said.
“I need to become stronger. I need to read the books here so I can be ready after we leave to face the dark lord.” Logan said quietly.
The Wizard shook his head. “You have trainers. They are more then able too help you in your quest as a warrior. Besides the point the books here would be useless to you. You can’t read magic languages. I have not the months or years to teach you. Go.” He said.
“I can read magic just fine. I just need the means of time to study to improve on my technique. I just need an hour of study time here every night until I leave. That’s all I’m asking for.” Logan said.
The wizard looked up at him. “You can read magic?” He asked.
“Yes. I can.” Logan said.
“I am Weiss. You pick one book to study for tonight. You will not take any book or damage any books while you are here. Do you understand me?” He said.
“Yes Sir. I’ll follow your rules on it.” Logan said and started to move toward a bookshelf near him but Weiss held up a hand forestalling him. “What?! What is it?” He said.
“Wait. For a few moments please. I have to check something.” Weiss said but he didn’t move or rise up from his seat. He stared at Logan without blinking for several moments.
There was moment of silence. Logan felt something in that moment like a quiet magical energy pass through him and then nothing happened.
Weiss nodded his head and looked back down picking his writing pen and went back to his work. “Pick one book for tonight. An hour of reading is what you requested you will be granted nothing more. After you have finished the hour you will return back to your sleeping bed for the night.” He said not looking up and then he proceeded back into that strange silence totally ignoring Logan again.
Logan quietly proceeded to the bookshelf he had come to intentionally. He did make a show of brushing his fingers lightly over the books. He looked over the books shelved. Though he knew what book he wanted. He stopped his hand on that particular book and he pulled it out. An overhead magical lamp light turned on above his head. Logan made sure to keep the excitement from showing on his face.
”Get to your study. You must get your sleep for the busy night that is ahead of you.” Weiss said.
Logan nodded. “Yes. Sir.” He said and started to turn his body slightly away from Weiss’ vision. His heart hammered inside his chest. He looked again at the title of the book.
Introduction of magical weapon transmutation by Grand magi Edgar Hugo Styles.
Logan opened the book and a light emanated from it as Logan felt his skill activated. He flipped through the book’s pages until the end. He then turned back to first page and started reading slowly each page at a time. A smile played on his lips as he read through it for pleasure.
Weiss cleared his throat. Logan put the book back where he took it in the bookshelf. He turned back to Weiss who was up and looking at him.
“I’ll be heading back to the slave sleeping room.” He said.
Weiss held up a hand. “Did you finish reading the book?” He asked.
Logan smiled. “I need a little a couple of more nights until I can understand what I read.” He said with a sheepish grin.
Weiss nodded. “You are honest learner. Four weeks should be enough. I will send you back.” He said and waved his hand and suddenly Logan was facing his bed.
Logan took off his boots got into bed and fell sleep the moment his head fell on his pillow.
Welcome to the ride. This episode is more a storytelling one with a little news about the barn burning going on in the markets. But, I can’t say I give much of a damn. I survived the COVID mask era psys-op. You think I give a fuck about the price of eggs going up or down. Get the fuck out of here.
I am back on the grind. I’m working on the first book of a new series in the back. I set myself a goal of 60k words and two and half years to get it done. I’m slow writing on this one. It’s going to something special and new. I enjoy the process of it. It’s a mix of Starship Troopers, Power Rangers and Thundercats.
It’s all whole a mixed bag of fun but I’m enjoying flushing out the concept. Not even sure if I will publish it but I am sure it’s going to be the pretty good.
This year alone I will be working on three writing projects. I plan to finish up Experiment Logan Jones soon enough. Though it has been a fun little story. I have an idea it’s around 50k words long but you can never tell with experiments like this one.
In other news NaNoWriMo has shit the bed. 1) It’s due to some political shit. 2) The company decided to focus on doing something else beyond the core mission.
My thoughts are I don’t give a shit. I always hated the name NaNoWriMo. I’ll be writing something special for the month of November’s Kiss. I like my name much better and it’s not locked into a word count or some other bullshit.
Anyway, I got plans and dreams and a whole lot of energy and imagination still in me. I’m going to chill a bit on the cyberpunk gold and dive back into my first love. Fantasy and movies that blow shit up.
Chapter 8
The grand dinner that had prepared was like Logan had remembered. A set of long tables were set single file one at a time lined up in a straight line down. Logan sat next to Darla with his hand in her lap and his hand closed around hers. They talked little Logan was busy practicing wind magic tricks at the table and his mind making schemes.
Sargent Jai called an end to the meeting and they were waved off to separate gender courtiers. A male and female slave lead the males off to their respective areas. Logan stopped the male slave Barko a tall man with a magical purple collar around his neck.
“Barko give me a bit of time here before you take me away. I want to try something for ten minutes.” He said.
Barko frowned at him looking toward Jai first. Jai nodded stiffly. Barko then turned back to Logan. “You may do what you desire but we must go soon Hero Logan Jones.” He said in a respectful voice but it was layered with annoyance and his regard for Logan.
Logan laughed in his face. “Thank you for the kindness. I’ll be sure to return it in the future to you.” He said with a grin.
Barko frowned at him in confusion while the others stared between them silently. There was something in Logan’s tone or wording that suggested he meant something else. Logan’s words sounded friendly enough to their ears but the Marksman was a strange one they were beginning to discover.
Logan waved away the female slave named Cin that was towering muscled barbarian. She tried to take Darla along with her to the female courtiers with the others. She frowned at him almost about to ignore him and took Darla’s arm but Darla calmly smacked Cin’s hand away.
Cin snarled but Logan lifted his hand at her pushing her away knocking her off her feet. The slave girl flew back and landed on her ass. She bounded to her feet but she stared as Logan smiled.
“Easy. Darla doesn’t like to be handle by anybody weaker then her. I just need ten minutes Miss Cin and then you can take her away. So relax beautiful.” Logan said in kind voice.
Cin bowed her head to him. “As you wish.” She said in submissive voice.
Logan came to his feet holding out his hand to Darla. She took his hand and then she gasped as she floated up on the air. Logan guided her up into the air.
They started to guide up into the sky hovering over the training area. Darla was wide as Logan stared at her.
Darla’s clothing glowed jade green as they enbraced and then a glow of magical wind shield surrounded them. They became hidden in the shield.
A few seconds later strange sounds and heat emitted from the magic shield. The sound of a female’s heavy breathing followed before a shout of pleasure came from inside the shield.
The minutes ticked by slowly. Until both Darla and Logan finally appeared. Darla’s cheeks were flush and her eyes half closed as a smile was on her lips. They floated down to the ground finally until they stood back on the ground.
Darla breathed a soft sigh of displeasure as Logan moved out of her reach. He smiled at her. “That was fun. Hopefully we can do that again some other time. I’ll see you later.” He said and headed toward the male sleeping courtiers.
Vince stared at Logan in shocked surprise along with everyone else. Logan took hold of his shoulder and guided him along as well to the sleeping courtiers. “Vince. Tell me my friend what was your life back where you came from?” He asked.
