Everyday Junglist
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About me. You know how everyone says to be a successful writer you should focus in one or two areas. I continue to prove them correct.
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Cold War
1986 Soviet bombers above Children under desks
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
UFO
Unidentified Flying object overhead Abducted from earth
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
Just Another Job
There was only one rule, don't open the door. Actually there were two, if you counted my partner Tim's slide rule. Why he carried the ancient measuring and calculation device was anyone's guess. He said it was "for protection" when asked. The answer seemed ludicrous. At 6'6" tall, 350lbs his appearance was monstrous, as was his attitude. The last thing he needed was protection. That was the biggest problem with human wolf hybrids, bad attitudes. That and an the occasional insatiable need to tear the arms off of any normals or hybrids that got in his way. He had been a scientist once and Dave thought he really carried the slide rule as a reminder. Currently, the normal human Dave and wolf hybrid Tim stood and pondered the door. Dave silently, lost in thought, while Tim sat down on his haunches and emitted a low growl, mind racing with thoughts of the hunt. Sheep left unguarded, his next meal. Finally Dave spoke. "Timothy, I don't give a fuck about the rules. I want that door open, and you are the man to open it." He paused, considering, then added. "Or wolf man I guess I should say. Have at it." Tim had barely heard his friend so occupied was his mind with thoughts of killing and eating. But he saw him gesture toward the door and got the general idea. Breaking things happened to be one of his many specialties and this door would be no different. He lowered his shoulder, snarled, and exploded toward it at full speed. Just seconds before impact, the door opened suddenly, and he disappeared into it carried forward by his momentum. Tim looked on in surprise then said "Here we go again." before quickly following, shutting the door behind him as he went.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
Raverstrike
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It was my master Loki who was responsible you insolent fool." the creature before him snarled as he prepared to attack the badly wounded Baj once again. "She had dared defy him and he banished her to the underworld, then reversed the river flooding and destroying her entire kingdom. Now he has ordered your death. Your fate will be worse then your Queen's I'm afraid." Baj knew the creature lied. It was actually his Goddess Elyria who had reversed the rivers flow, and the Queen had actually been banished to another plane where she lived as a lowly maidservant, her memories of her former royal life completely erased. His thoughts turned to the Goddess and he cursed her under his breath. Damn you Elyria, where in the seven hells are you. I need you.... now. Baj's mind raced as he tried desperately to find a way out out his current predicament. The creature he faced had hurt him badly. He was cut in at least ten places, one of which was a very serious deep slash wound to the calf that had nearly taken off his right foot. That wound was bleeding so much it had already caused him to slip twice, and had almost cost him his life the last time he lost his footing. He knew he was outmatched. The creature, known as a raverstrike was a favorite assassin of the Gods and possessed divine strength, speed, and stamina. His expert level hand to hand combat and weapons skills, obtained through years of torturous training at the academy, were all that had kept him alive this long. However, he knew they would not be enough to defeat the raver, only his Goddess could save him now. That thought caused his fury to rise and he screamed and cursed even as he watched his life's blood drain from him. The raverstrike looked at Baj with its large black eyes which had rolled forward in the deeply recessed sockets on each side of its vaguely horse like head. Long arms protruded from each side of its massive seven foot tall well muscled trunk. Those arms ended in a single razor sharp curved claw, both of which were soaked in Baj's blood. It dripped down slowly toward the ground from along the length of each claw and the creature's long tongue protruded outward to lap it up out of the sky as it fell. It was a grotesque sight and when it spoke the tone of it hurt Baj's ears and caused his head to ache and his heart to freeze in his chest. "Your bitch Goddess can't save you human. Loki himself has ordered your death, and I am here to see that his will is done." As it spoke it moved slowly toward Baj maneuvering to within striking distance of its claws, raising one giant arm to throw the killing blow. It was so close now that Baj could feel the heat emanating from the monsters body like a furnace.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
The Age of DisKord
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Baj knew, it was entirely the fault of his Goddess. One, of many things that particularly bothered Baj about the Gods and Goddesses, was the seeming unfairness of it all. Why had those, like Elyria, the Goddess who had tricked him into servitude and banished the Queen to another dimension for the temerity to turn down her request to join her church, been given so much power, and mortals like him, so little. It was somewhat debatable if sleeping with a Goddess of your own volition qualified as being 'tricked', but it was no doubt true that it was that act which had bound him to her as one of her many mortal servants. She had used her God-given powers to take his soul and makes it hers to control at the exact moment when he was at his weakest. The moment of completion of their union as man and woman. What Baj called the completion of their union as man and woman, most called orgasm and ejaculation, but he had been raised in the land of Cleves where the use of such crude language was simply not acceptable, and his embarrassment whenever Elyria would speak in such crass terms never failed to amuse her. She could sense his thoughts through their bond and thus always knew exactly what he felt, and exactly about what he was thinking, even as he slept. Of course, there were some gaps which Baj had learned to exploit to his advantage over the years, but they were minimal, and he had been forced to deal with the fact of another person, a woman no less, crawling around in his head at all times. Constantly judging and evaluating him, and finding him lacking in almost all respects, as she never failed to remind him. In fact however, it was quite the opposite. Elyria found the human fascinating for reasons she could never explain. She derived a secret thrill whenever she did probe his mind, a thing which she only did on very rare occasions, and only when, in her judgement, the need was great. There were ample reasons to question the wisdom of her judgement, nevertheless, this was a secret that she kept from Baj, along with her true feelings. She hid those behind a veneer of verbal humiliations, put downs, and an attitude of latent superiority which never ceased to irritate the fire out of him. Somehow he had managed to keep a few secrets locked away in his mind just out of her reach, and he knew she knew it too, and this fact drove the Goddess to the brink of fury on several occasions resulting in severe mental punishments for him. She could make him feel pain, great pain when she so desired, but also immense pleasure. And she used both to manipulate him and all her servants to great effect. But of all her manservants, Baj was her most favored, most cursed he would say, to any of the others that would listen.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
A Beloved Nursery Rhyme As Sky Ku
Rain, rain go away Come again On another day Author's postscript: Any and all resemblance to the classic nursery rhyme Rain rain go away is entirely coincidental. Or is it entirely intentional? I will leave it up to you, the reader, to decide. Incidentally, like with many nursery rhymes the origin and meaning of this one is open for debate, but the most popular theory dates it back to the reign of Elizabeth I of England. The invasion of the Spanish Armada was, in part, defeated by the stormy weather (which scattered the Armada fleet). One version of the original "lyrics" are below:
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
The Sadness of a Goddess
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. And it was I that did that mortal, never forget that, if you want to live that is." And she smiled at Baj as she said it, and he was grateful for that smile even if the words behind it were poisonous. Such was the nature of Gods and Goddesses. No matter what they said or did you could not help but be entranced by them. However, Baj had spent close to ten years as her servant, and, in that time, he had developed techniques for resisting her powers. Her words and smile still effected him, but not to nearly the extent of most and he delighted in reminding her of that fact.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
Superman
Look there, in the sky It's a bird A plane, Superman
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
They Have No Language
There was only one rule: don't open the door. That was what I was told when I first joined the project team in the high arctic. They had found a door, deep underground, at the base of an ancient city, and had excavated and explored in all directions around it, but had not yet dared open it, and by rule, none could. I asked the expedition leader about it on my second day. He went silent for a moment, bowed his head, then looked me straight in the eyes and said. "At its base our world, at least our understanding of it is restricted to what we can describe with language. The rules of grammar define what we can do with language and thus those rules define what the world is for us." He paused for a moment, and I interjected. "Okay Professor Wittgenstein, I get it. Next you are going to tell me about language games and the private language argument. What does that have to do with the door and the rule about not opening it?" He stared at me silently, no laugh nor even a smile at my remark. "The things which live behind that door have no language, they have no grammar, thus they have no world, not really, at least not a world we could understand. If they were to find their way into our world all would be lost. We inhabit a world comprised of rules, including the one about the door." I thought for a moment then asked "What about on their side? What's to stop them from opening it from their side? Do they have the same rule?" The leader's face grew even grimmer and darker as he replied "Remember what I said. They have no language. What do you think?"
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Horror
Brink of War
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. That was a thing about which the Goddess very rarely liked to talk, for it was herself who had caused the river to reverse course. She had done it out of spite, the queen had rejected her offer to join her in spreading the word of her church and philosophy, and so she had turned the river around to destroy all the lands of her kingdom, then banished her to another dimension where she lived as a lowly maidservant, all her memories of being a Queen and her former life erased. It was a harsh punishment indeed but the Goddess was capricious and sometimes cruel. She only took men as her servants but would accept women into her church if they desired it. Over the millennia very few had volunteered and those few she had invited to join had each rejected her offer, and all had met equally terrible fates. The bulk of her church was made up of captured men. Most had been forced into servitude as Baj had been so many years ago. Tricked into servitude in his case, but that was a tale for another day.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
