I have two books I want to get done. Sleeping beauty awakened and a omnibus.
The title might be changed. I’m getting the bookcover done by the end of this month. The story is all but done. I am going to add more in the book.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
“How did you become a chief administrator?” Amber asked as she took a hold of my bent arm.
I guided her down the street toward my old apartment building that was still two blocks from true cave residence. I wondered when I would be able to take her to my real residence. I would give it a little more time I decided.
“Hmm. Interestingly enough I was hired for the position after I finished my studies abound in my late twenties. I applied for the position when I return back after getting my doctorate in medicine and criminal justice in Iron born. I was still had the position when His majesty Foxx Drakescape was around before the war. When did you first arrive here?”
Amber stared at me with wide eyes. “You’ve been to the sky kingdom? What was it like? Do the people there actually have wings?”
I smiled seeing the youthful delight and interest in her eyes and the strange notion she had of bird people. He had an idea who she got the idea from. “So you traveled here on Jameson’s floating yakt?”
Amber blinked in surprise. “You know of Lord Jameson the explorer?”
I laughed softly and nodded. “Yes. He studied with me at the top university in Iron Born though he lost interest quickly enough in our second year and took to being quite the wander of the skies.”
Amber grinned at me. “Tell me my Lord what are the Iron Born winked people like. Do they had rainbow winks as Jameson told me about? What was living in Iron Born like?”
I kept back laughter at her Senser look of interests and silly dreams in her eyes. “It was…educational and a big impact on me growing into the man I am today. But, no. The people there aren’t bird people. They use modern technology to propell themselves through great landscapes across the known seven kingdoms. They are for the most part humans. Though that will change in the course of a few more centuries. When did you arrive here my dear? Are you on vacation?”
Amber looked like she wanted to ask more about Iron Born but stopped herself. “I came here on holiday two weeks ago. I saw your add in the post. I was interested in the position and honestly I wanted to meet you.”
I raised an eye brow. “Me? Really. I wonder why?”
“You are one of the last Dracoians still in the city responsible for defeating the ancient Dracoian king.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ancient king? Foxx was only sixty-six years old when he was defeated by the allied forces of the guardsmen.”
Amber stared at me silently. “In human years he was rumored to be six hundred years old.”
I shrugged. “True enough for humans but Dracoians and half/drakes aren’t human. By Drakescape standards he wasn’t really that old at all. Have you ever been married before today?”
Amber frowned at me. “No. I haven’t and we haven’t married yet let alone had a grand wedding or registered our marriage with town records or elders here and aboard in Fair Gale.”
I shook my head. “In that you would be wrong my dear. The rules here are much more similar. So you are a virgin?” I said.
Amber’s cheeks turned a lovely pink warm glow as she glared at me. “I am Lady my lord….though I am a much old…” Amber closed her mouth looking away. I caught what she had been about to say.
Hmm. So she is much older then said she was. I kept walking. Amber said nothing but she wrapped both her arms around my forearm holding on to me tightly. “Amber. You must understand something about my people or more to the point myself. I am a very direct man and harsh when I am crossed. Once you agreed to be mean that is the end of it for me. However, if you are not inclined to stay by my side then you may leave as you please. I will not chase after you.”
“When are we to married?” She asked.
“We already are.” I told her. “Once you took hold of my arm and allowed me to lead you. To my people are to the law the deed is done. It is the drakescape way.”
Amber was frowning and looked at young paper boy and singled to him to come. He came over in a hurry. “Yes Ma’mum. What can I do for you?”
The boy bowed to me. I fished out a few crowns and gave him some for a paper. The boy handed me a paper.
Amber focused on the boy. “Boy. Is it the way here now that gentlemen marry by simple choosing a lady and walking with her?”
The boy nodded without looking at me. “Yes, Ma’mum. That is the way of. It’s a new law new drakescape made regarding men and females. It was passed quite recently indeed.” He said nodding his head and then he took off running seeing another man waving to him for a paper.
I started walking off leading her away. Amber still looked uncertain. “Do you wish to ask around more?”
“Yes. I do.” Amber said quickly. “If you don’t mind Sir. My Lord.” She said softly.
I shook my head. “I don’t mind at all dear.”
The next random meetings with my people all went the same. No one said a word otherwise to the new special license I had just crafted out of thin air. But, really what would they had said. It was the truth. Drakescape didn’t give a tuss about marriage licenses. Mating was the same as it always been sense the beginning.
We finally made it to my apartment building. I turned to Amber opening the door and holding it up for her. “Are you ready?”
Amber stared at me. “My Lord. I would like a wedding. A public wedding. This Saturday.”
I raised an eye brow. “I’m fine with that arrangement. There is no reason to be nervous. I will do what I can to make you at ease.” I said.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
I’m a realist with a desire to have the space for a book collection and the time to enjoy. The problem is I’m spending to much of my time like this….
Watching this….
It’s a real problem. I was a weird kid growing up dreaming of being an old fuck reading a whole bunch of books and listening to music in the background….
I am half way there. I just have to find the means to break away days for it. It’s hard in these digital era days. But, it’s a weird as fuck dream I have that won’t go away.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Dallas
“Are you done getting a confession?” Officer Rafe asked behind me breaking me out of vision I tried to capture of the alien in my head.
I got to my feet helpping Miss Waters to her feet and turned to face the officers. “Take Miss Waters to holding. We have a code 50b immigration issue.” I said.
The Judge looked swiftly at Miss Waters as she closed up her jacket and tried to cover herself and then back at me. “I’ll call in Sargent Drake on the swat team to head over to pick her-“
“She won’t be there or at her apartment. She’ll already be on the run.” I said as Ice showed me the park gateway the runner was headed to. “Tell Drake and the swat to head down to the place you interviewed her. I’ll meeting them there to help with the hunt.” I said.
“How the hell would you know that?” The Judge asked in annoyance.
I stared at him. “I am Authority. I have eyes everywhere.”
“Mr. Page. What will happened to me?” Miss Waters asked.
I didn’t have time for this shit. I smiled at her. “I will handle your case we’ll go through the proper channels and I will get you a proper resolution.” I said guiding her to the officers who hearded her away. The Judge stayed behind.
I reached inside my pocket for my detapad and sent a group message to Drake and King Gino Fish. “Do you have a location on her brother?” I asked The Judge as I texted Drake a short reply to what we had to deal with.
Level 5 Alien shit bag playing god on the run. Meet me at 6th Golden Road. Purple district. – Dallas
The Judge grimanced but nodded. “Yeah. He’s at the station waiting for us to bring her down with her corporate authority defense team. The boys at the station will keep him busy at the station. We should head to the nearest border she’ll be making a run for it.”
I shook my head. “There’s more then one border. She won’t be taking the usual route. I know of one in purple district.” I said and looked at my detapad as I got reply from Drake.
The hunt is on – Drake
City is on lockdown. Find and delete alien shitbag. – GinoFish
“What the hell happened to her.” The Judge asked me as he followed me out of the condo outside.
The alarms were going off to indicate the city was going into lockdown.
I turned to him.
“Miss Waters deleted Brent as he attempted to violate her under the orders of your fucking witness. Her mutation broke out and drove her insane afterward and the foreigner used the moment to craft a good bullshit story. We’ve already lost enough time. Let’s move.” I said rounding my crusier and jumping inside. Ice the Elder Dragon was in the passenger seat. I started the engine and took off down the road.
“I thought I told you I didn’t want any part in your alien political issues.”
I felt Ice’s sardonic smile. “I am Authority. I have eyes everywhere. I like that line Jr. It’s not my doing that this pretend God invaded this realm. You have to accept what you are and the lessor beings you will attract to challenge your Authority.”
“I live my own life old man. I only started getting into this shit after I finished my internship under you.”
Ice shrugged unconcerned with my words. “You took on the job Jr. You’ll have to deal with the consequences sense you became Authority.”
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
I am an artist to my core. Always have been always will be. Creating and crafting art gives me life. It adds joy and energy to me. But this isn’t the legacy entirely I want to leave behind.
I don’t fear death. I never have. I have my beliefs about it and an after life but in all honesty I really didn’t fear death even before I came to my own beliefs about it. I didn’t fully understand why that is until I started reading philosophy and really examining the weirdness of why I don’t fear dying.
Death isn’t something to fear at all. It’s like fearing the sun rising and setting and the end of this universe whinning down to nothing.
It is what it is. As the saying goes.
I fear. No. I HATE wasting time. I hate having to figure out to late I wasted a day on some bullshit I could have not done and I could have spent a day finishing writing a book, playing on my keyboard or shooting the shit with my brother or doing another shift at my day job.
I hate wasting time. I have a purpose. I know who I am and I know where I have been and I know my death is scheduled in my Callander in the mid to late century so I want to leave something behind before I go the way of my ancestors. Yes. I am an old fuck.
I like maps. I like knowing where I am going and having a reference point to go by to get where I need to be. That’s what I want my legacy to be. I want to be a map maker. A guy that gives advice, encouragement and wisdom to people that are where I was in life or help them avoid the traps I had to dig my way out of. I’m not about bring more bullshit into this fucking world.
I’m NOT an altruistic guy either. (Altruism is some bullshit too but I’ll save that for another post) I just know what it’s like having to figure my way out of shit and nobody giving a damn to teach me or knowing how to tell me where the fucking traps where ahead in life. Some people will take my advice or encouragement. Some people can tell me to go fuck myself. I’m cool either way.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
My world building started out with this muck up design of a world of mist and colorful character center piece one off stories. I didn’t intend from the jump to craft the world or knew entirely where I was going all I had was the characters and a need to just figure out where hell everything was.
I was learning as I was going forming the world by the prospectives of the charecters. The method remains so and carries on with one new addition into 2.0….
My characters old and new interactions with one another is demystifying the world. The lingo and the verbal exchanges are telling of the world they in habit. Now. It’s time to add a little noir into the mix.
Why? Well in general Noir is a element of cyberpunk fiction I have not dived into really adding to the flavor of my world only in parts. It will be a challenge and my pose will have to come up poetic and descriptive elegance but I enjoy the thought of the challenge and besides all that…it’s time to upgrade. Degradation is a modern art form I’m on a diet of currently.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Dallas
I stepped out of my cruiser slipping on my suit jack in front of the authority officer in charge and several other officers outside the private condo residential building around her. What was her name? Damn it. I glanced at her name tag on her badge. Quinn. Officer Penny Quinn. I took in the scene and looked around at the others. “Officer Quinn. Sense your the acting officer in charge I would like to see my client please.”
Officer Quinn shook her head. “I was in charge until the judge arrived. You’ll have to speak to him about seeing her.” She said nodding to an officer on a huge black motorcycle cruiser.
I froze at the sight of Bran “The Judge” Rafe who was seated on his bike staring at me with his mirrored glasses on. “Your the rookie Authority taking over for Sam?”
I nodded. “I am Authority Dallas Page. Officer Rafe. I plan to insure my client’s rights are protected from a street judgement. She asked for an authority.”
The Judge shrugged and nodded to the apartment building. “She’s holed up in her place with a blaster to her chin when officer Quinn came.. She’s spooked won’t talk to us asked for an authority defense. If you can get her out we’ll take it from there?”
I stared at him. “Meaning you’ll take her to holding alive where she will stay until the case is investigated. I will find out if her plea for a defender is valid or she’s guilty.”
The Judge stared at me.
The hair on the back of my neck was standing up and my heart hammered against my chest. I gripped the B coin in my right pocket tightly. “Do you understand me Officer Rafe? It’s the standard rule I believe.”
The Judge nodded. “You being an authority should know as well with a witness and the murder weapon in the accused hand is a clear cut case. There’s no need to extend the hour on this Case or the amount of paper work we’ll have to do. That’s my judgement, Sir.”
Damn. That was pretty clear cut with a witness and the damn weapon. Still something was off. I stared at him. “Why didn’t you execute her then? What are you not telling me?”
The Judge frowned. “The witness was at the scene of the murder when it happened and we only have one witness. The lab boys are still going over the scene of the murder. It took place less then twenty-fours ago.”
Clear cut case my ass. This lazy mother fuckah didn’t want to be bothered doing the damn paper work.
“I over rule your judgement. Nothing is clear cut. I haven’t seen the interview with the witness or any other evidence.The final judgement is still up to King Fish and the high judges for the case. Officer Rafe. When I bring out the accused I need you and your officers to bring her to the station for holding. Are you capable of doing the job or do I need to hire out corporate security forces to handle the job?”
The Judge stared at me and then his face formed a slow wolfish grin. “Orders accepted. Final judgement is on you as is the paperwork.”
I nodded stiffly. I turned away from the jackass walking toward the apartment building door entrance.
“Hey, rookie your going to need a protective shielding. She’s also an elemental. I forgot to mention that. You still up for talking to her?” The Judge said. The others snorted in laughter at me.
I stiffened up my back and felt a change take hold of me. I turned and looked at him. The laughter around us stopped. No one moved. No one breathed. The stupid grin slipped off his face.
“I am Authority. You will address me as such mortal. Just….wait for me to come out with Miss Waters and do as I ordered.” I said. I kept the “or else” out of my words. What the fuck was wrong with me? I noticed that I could see my breathes in the summer night. Damn it. Ice element.
Officer Rafe nodded. “Copy that Authority. We’ll be waiting for you to bring the girl out.” He said respectfully.
I took several chilly breaths bringing my anger under control and turned back to the door and walked into the condo that smelled of earth and some other wild elemental inside.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
All I have is the road ahead of me. The road behind is only an echo of a time that used to be the present.
I know a dirt nap is at the end of it so I know between now and then I better make the most of my life. In the very least I should play the game properly.
Yeah. Today I find myself introspective about choices that I make and the habits I want to create and old habits I want to take up again.
Old habit is creating more music and art. New habit is to slowly but surely become a weekly investor.
I don’t fear death. I never have.. I am afraid of wasting time doing things that have no meaning to me or add nothing positive to me or anyone else. There’s more then enough bullshit in life I see no point and have no desire to comsume more then my fair share or produce anything more to add to the shit hill.
Still. I find myself wasting time. A thing I hate the most. A thing I fear the most. So…I have but one way to go. I am at a point of no return. I have to push onward.
I’ll put some headphones on my head close my eyes to distractions and just keep walking listening to some self imposed affirmations….
I am an investor….in financial growth and a investor in my own art and self worth…..
The inspiration for this post…
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Fifteen years ago….
Dallas
I stared at nothing. It didn’t make sense to me. I had completed my Rite of Passage. I had made it back to where my people should be camped for my return trip.
It had been one hell of a two year journey from apprenticeship in under an Authority in the city back to the meet up spot where I had born from nothing. I had done what I needed to do and made it back with new clothes on my back, a job and a new crusier to return to nothing. No one.
I walked around the camping ground with a thought for what the fuck could have happened. No big wheel tire tracks or signs anyone had ever been here. I searched the sands and then I heard my cruiser’s on board communications decker going off. I had a job in the city.
I started running back to my cruiser only to trip over something buried in the sand. I turned back and frowned at the shiny object. I got down on my knees and dug it out. It was a black square chest. I opened it and found one Silver B coin inside. I held it in my hand. That was it. They folded and took to the four winds of the dream realm. I was alone. I got to my feet and let the coin drop from my hand to the sand.
Fuck em. They left me just one fucking B coin to start over with. The fucking losers expected me too take over. I didn’t need em or their fucking traditions or nomandic ways.. I would do alright on my own. I turned to head back to my ride. I made it only five steps before it got to me.
Damn it.
I ran back picked up the coin and hurried back to my ride. I jumped inside closing the door and hitting the starter button as I looked over at my on board screen and stared at my new client’s profile picture and the charge. Murder one?!
Shena Waters….not A bad body for a possible murder.
Hmm. Time to get back to work.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Art is truly subjective.
You like what you like.
Some people hate action movies. Some people prefer romantic comedies. The small minority of today prefer books as their go too art/entertainment.
The Rings of Power is a Television show made by modern day writers. The themes cater to a proticular audience…..
I’m not in that audience. The shit wasn’t made for me so I don’t give a fuck about it.
That audience exists and they will watch and enjoy every second of the art that I view as shit.
I don’t really hate on people that like the shit or think it’s high art. I find the shit interesting because it brings hope to my mind that rich fuckers didn’t just spend a fucking truck full of money just to blow it all on cocain fantastic visions about an audience that would love the fuck out of it.
Realistically speaking the makers of Rings of Power were shooting for the fan base of traditional fans of the Lords of the Rings. They missed from the jump of the first fucking trailer and didn’t have a flying fuck of succeeding because……
They weren’t fans to begin with and it was always about the money. But, they have their audience just not the one they were shooting for.
Disney/Marvel produced a show about She Hulk.
I am a fan of SheHulk. I saw the first trailer. I couldn’t get past how fuck ugly She-hulk looked and then the resting bitch face of the actor that plays She-hulk in normal bitch mode. I knew this shit wasn’t for me. I found who it was for and heard a dude say that fucking ugly green CGi-fuck ugly-jolly green giant was sexy….
I’m not mad at the dude for saying he’s fucking banana balls crazy. I am relieved in a weird way that the people that find this shit amazing and awesome exist….I know who this shit is for….the normal general public.
The normal general public loves this form of entertainment. I maxed out a long fucking time ago. This shit wasn’t made for me. It was made for consumers these products.
For the next decades. Marvel will bring out a ton of this shit and the normal folks will watch every last bit of the shit and enjoy it all. I got no shade for Marvel now because people are buying it. Consuming Disney SheHulk and Marvel movies are how normal people have fun…..
So what is my reaction to all this….
Bad ass bitch
Techno wizard cowboy
Alpha Bad ass barbarian in a suit.
This is how I have fun. I make art for me.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
Look at this bitch….
The words my dude, just give off the feeling of unintended comedy.
I don’t believe in a God because I’m a smart boy with nice fancy pants and a leather jacket.
Holy fucking shit.
He sees into a mirror reflecting back his own self delusional image of himself.
A man in leather jacket leaning against the side of his bathroom door. He casts a shadow of false spells with in his own mind. Inwardly he smells his own bullshit and calls it….the essence of man.
Warm regards
Guardiandogg
Days Gone Dogg 