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Time for another short story by Jives! In response to the thread on Horror, I have written my very first Horror / Sci fi short story!

I wrote it in the heat of imagination during a straight 4.5 hour stint this morning. ( that's how I write. I get the idea, then I just sit down and it kind of "flows' onto the paper.) Enjoy everybody!

Oh...Comments are nice, compliments are great, criticism is also welcome, but try not to hurt my little feelings.

Drifting the Dark

By

Jonathan St. Ives

(copyright January 25th, 2006

All rights reserved)



Time. The word stretched across my brain like a red-hot wire. I had it now, all of it. Infinity, or at least as much time as the Universe had. I squinted hard to my right. With my finely tuned senses, I could barely make out Radcliff. He was probably a hundred miles from me now. I tried to do the math, how long until I couldn’t see him at all? In the 300 years I’d been drifting, he’d moved only about 20 more miles away from me, so I still had at least another 1000 years until he was invisible and I lost even the companionship of his vision.

For long time I had thought that I would eventually get captured by a sun, and drawn to a quick, flaming death. That would have ended my pain, as not much else would have. But I eventually realized, after the first hundred years or so, that the chances of that happening were remote indeed. Space is unimaginably large, and the distances vast enough to blast the very soul. Unfortunately, much as I might wish it, insanity was not an option. Creatures such as myself are damned to eternal sanity.

A chance encounter with an asteroid or rogue planet was my only hope, and a slim one that was. How many times had I dreamed of a planet with life? Even the firmness of a barren rock would provide a little solace. But as I looked at the blackness of interstellar space, and thought of my velocity, I knew that millennia after millennia would pass before I ever came close enough to anything to hope for a rescue from my torture. No…fate had caught up to me with a vengeance, and I had nothing left to me but time to contemplate the vagaries and whims of chance. My intellect and my memories were my sole possessions now, and like a miser in a vault, I toyed with them endlessly…

As usual, I found myself traveling back to that bright day I the past when my world was full of light and life. I was 30 then, newly married, and with a life that was well under way and a future that I, in my naivety, thought was assured. How smug I was about life in those days! I was a village blacksmith; it was The Year of Our lord 115. Rome had spread North to Gaul and then to Britannia, under the armies of the Emperor Trajan, and I had spread with it. I was living and working in Londinium, the largest village in Britannia. I had a small shop with a little thatched-roof house next to it. I had a good supply of customers and was well known and well liked in the community.

It was a cold night in November when all that changed. I was sleeping soundly in my bedroom, when suddenly I awoke. Something had warned me. What was it? I heard a small scratching noise coming from the window. Instantly, I was wide-awake. My heart was hammering in my chest as I slowly turned my head to look at the window. The sight I saw there froze me solid. My body went completely rigid. I couldn’t move a muscle. As I lay there, every hair on my body standing on end, screaming silently in my mind, the creature unfolded itself through the window.

The oppression of the weight on me, the terrible smell of the breath, the ecstasy of every nerve jangling with the electricity of death; All these things I remember very clearly. Then the creature was gone and my life was changed forever.

In the early days, I truly thought I would lose my mind. I didn’t know yet that it was an impossibility. I reeled from the intense hunger, the nightly ballet of death, and the assault on my mind from my newly acquired senses. I was no longer human, of that I was certain. I could see vast distances. I could smell every living thing within miles of myself. I could climb vertical walls, and throw boulders a dozen times my weight. At a thought, I could vaporize to a mist and travel through cracks of masonry too small for a normal man to see. And of course I could read the thoughts and control the minds of those who were unfortunate enough to come within my gaze. Of course I couldn’t stay with my little family, I knew only too well what their fate would be with me around. So, within a week, I took to the open road.



In those days, it was very, very easy to find an army and even easier to join it. The battles gave me more than enough blood to slake my thirst, as I feasted on the bodies of the wounded at night. I traveled across Aquitania and Narbonensis. I fought the Visigoths and the Ostrogoths at Dacia. As the decades passed, I found myself strengthening, I could travel in the day now, my marble-hard skin disguised by robes and armors.

I found I couldn’t stay in any one army for too long. The sight of the carnage I wrecked on the battlefield froze even the most hardened soldier’s blood in his veins. After a while, my own comrades would turn on me after too many nights of screams from the wounded on the battlefield.

In 632 AD. Islam began to spread across the world, foretelling that never-ending struggle that continued into the 21st century. I was among the warriors that saved the sole survivor of the Omayyads and carried him off to the Franco Empire after Abdul al-Abbas as-Saffah overthrew that family in 749 AD. I visited the city he built, Baghdad, once… but I recall it as a dusty mud-hole, not really the stuff of legends.

During the 11th century, I fought and rode with Temujin. I was there when he proclaimed himself the Supreme Ruler of the Mongols in 1206 and assumed the title of Genghis Khan. I returned with his hordes to China, this time as an invader, and helped to capture Peking. For the next two hundred years, the Khan’s empire reached from the Pacific to the Volga River.

In the fifteenth century, the Mongol rule in Asia collapsed and the overland trade that they had encouraged fell off sharply. As a result, I found myself drawn to the Portuguese prince, Henry the Navigator. Those were golden days for me. I loved the sea, although it did present problems for one such as I. Luckily, slavery was well in fashion, and the poor wretches died with considerable consistency, so that the occasional slave that I “helped” to a quick death was unnoticed by the crew.

I watched in fascination as Christopher Columbus proposed his journey to the West Indies, and I sailed with John Cabot in 1497, when he discovered the North American continent. I was tired of civilization by then. So, I left Cabot’s ship behind and haunted the primordial forests of America for many, many years. I preyed upon the innocent natives there, and worked my way into their legends and songs.

Of course I wasn’t alone for too long. Civilization followed me and caught me. I fought with Washington, and wintered at Valley Forge. I watched with interest as the French Revolution careened out of control. I lived in relative peace for much of that century, in a great mansion in Hardin County, Kentucky, neighbors to a very nice family named Lincoln who had a small 8-year old named Abraham. They moved away in 1809, and I missed my talks with him terribly. I was finally forced out of my sedentary lifestyle by the Civil War in 1863 and forced to return to my militant ways again.

Time seemed to me to begin to accelerate then. The Civil War was followed by the Boer War, then The War To end All Wars. I became almost a legend then, as I stalked through the gas-clouded trenches, dealing death viciously to some, and mercifully to others. World War II came next, and I was fascinated at the time by the increasing perfection of aviation, so I enlisted and became a pilot. I was assigned to P-47’s in North Africa, and flew at the Battle of Brenner pass in Italy.

One memory sticks in my mind of that time, I flew down on a Nazi troop train to destroy it, only to find that the Germans had made all the women with babies sit on the roof of the train car and hold their babies skyward to any attacking plane. I don’t know why, after so many centuries of brutality I had witnessed, I should have been so surprised at mankind’s inhumanity to man, but I was shocked that day. Nevertheless, the Germans hadn’t counted on a being that was totally ruthless at the stick of their enemy’s aircraft, and they, along with all those innocent women, paid the price that day.

Vietnam, the Falklands, Iraq, Afghanistan, Liberia, Antarctica, the Dark side of the Moon, I fought everywhere. I traveled as mankind advanced. Like the bacteria in their systems, I dogged them relentlessly. I was as inescapable and untouchable as a nightmare.

Once, at the first Martian colony I was almost caught. Alerted by their machines, the men of the colony were hunting me down. I was forced to take the most drastic of measures. I overrode the controls to their pressure dome and slaughtered the entire population of the colony. I needn’t tell you of the long decades of cold hunger I suffered through until the arrival of new colonists.

I was at Deneb during the Machine Wars, and rode in an AI Cruiser in The Battle That Shook Worlds. I saw the burning of Adriak’s Fleet above the galactic plane of the ecliptic. That event brought me finally to rest on the world of Harker’s Field.

Harker’s Field was a good home to me for many centuries. The calm slow progression of civilization there soothed my troubled mind. Many long decades I spent wandering it’s virgin forests, and climbing it’s towering volcanoes.

But as I drifted along peacefully, mankind began their most terrible war ever. The Reckoning. Whole worlds were burned, with weapons beyond imagination. Merciless as ever, mankind nearly wiped themselves from existence in that war. The few worlds left were falling one by one to the massive cold and robotic killing machines of the Silver Horde.

The day came when Harker’s field had to be evacuated too. I knew what this meant, leave or spend eternity on a radioactive cinder. As usual, however, my luck saved me. Before the gigantic Sleeper ships could launch, a Wormhole fusion-fission-fusion torpedo surprised them and blasted three quarters of the planet to ash in a millisecond. Only one ship was left untouched, and on it one small family made it to safety. One small family…and me.

I was stowed away in cargo hold that was not pressurized, so my chances of being found were small. Still... the situation was pretty desperate for me. I knew from my time on Mars that I could go for long periods without feeding, but the Sleeper ship would cruise for centuries before reaching a destination far from the carnage behind her. I couldn’t feed on any of the small family without risking giving away my presence, so I had nothing, absolutely nothing to do but sit in the cold until we arrived. If I had only known what was in store for me, though, I think I would have stayed on the planet and ridden out the atomic blasts.

The first indication of trouble came when the computer I had plugged into warned me through the chips implanted in my head that an intruder alert was in progress. I was confused. How had the computer found me? I hadn’t moved from the spot in which I sat for ten years, literally. I had been sitting so motionless that even the best motion detectors couldn’t have found me. I gave off no heat, so that wasn’t the answer. Then it occurred to me, maybe I wasn’t the intruder.

Quickly, I accessed the computer. No need for secrecy now, the alarm was already given. I found instantly that one of the hibernation capsules had been broken into, 400 decks above me. Faster than any human being could run, I sprinted through the ship to the hibernation compartments. I didn’t have much time. The shipboard AI was already in the process of waking the family.

One look was all I needed to understand the situation. The young girl’s hiber-coffin was shattered and there were two marks of blood on her neck. Unmistakable. Another of my kind was aboard!

Using senses that humans couldn’t understand, I reached out with my mind to touch the other. I found him in the ship’s shuttle bay. Radcliff! I knew Radcliff well. I had crossed paths with him for centuries now. He was much younger than I, having only come into existence in the 20th century and he was much, much more rash.

I flashed into mist at that second, since the Father was beginning to awaken. Smoothly I flowed to the shuttle bay, knowing full well that the search for the killer of the daughter would soon take place and that on a ship in deep space, even one as big as this one, I had no chance of not being found. They would search the ship with matter detectors, I knew. That was something that not even I could avoid, for even in mist form, I was still material. No my only hope in salvation was to give the humans another answer to their question.

Radcliff was waiting for me in the hold. He was holding a long and sharp piece of construction material. He looked at me with narrowed eyes, flashing with the same desperation that I was feeling. “Victor! I might have known. Only you would have found me so quickly.” He said, slowly circling to his left.

I crouched and circled too. "‘Radcliff, you insufferable idiot! You’ve awoken the humans and their computers. They’ll find us soon now and we’re cut off. None of the shuttles has the range to make it to a planet from here. There’s no escape! If I didn’t know it was impossible, I’d say you’ve lost your mind!” I glared at him, watching every movement. I knew that he was as superhumanly fast and intelligent as I, but I couldn’t understand his plan.

“Right as usual, Victor. Only a culprit will satisfy them now, lucky for me I have one, eh?" He grinned evilly, then rushed at me faster than a human eye could follow. I dodged left at the last second, narrowly avoiding being separated from my head. Looking around desperately, I picked up a one-ton steel girder lying in the bay and took a swipe at him.

“Radcliff, I’m older and stronger than you. You haven’t got a chance. Give yourself up to the humans and let them deal with you. You may receive mercy from them, but you will get none from me.” Throwing the beam at his head, I raced across the shuttle bay and grabbed a fire axe from a cabinet. The battle was on. In the blink of an eye we grappled, swung, cursed, and thrust at each other. No human has every seen the likes of that battle. The fight was a blur of motion as both of us, moving with superhuman reflexes, fought to the death.

Exhausted, we both broke apart and circled each other.

“You’re not thinking Radcliff! This little family can’t possibly supply even one of us for long. We have to wait until they reach their destination!”

“The Devil take you, Victor! I’m hungry! I’ve been starving for months now. I can’t go as long as you can! When I sensed your presence, I knew I didn’t have to wait any longer and I’m not going to! You’ll be the reason, Victor! You’ll be my excuse, my decoy!” At that statement, he rushed towards me. I parried the blade with my axe. Blow after blow rained down from him and I replied in kind. He was desperate, but so was I. Both of us were beginning to tire, but that wasn’t what worried me. From my implant I knew that the humans were now awake and were rushing to the shuttle bay with particle-beamers. We were running out of time!

As Radcliff paused to size me up for another high-speed rush, I looked over his shoulder to see a red blinking light. A desperate strategy occurred to me. As I thought of the plan, cold terror crept over me, death was nothing to me. I had avoided it for millennia, and dealt it to uncounted millions, and I knew that even creatures such as Radcliff and I could be destroyed. No death held no fear for me... but what I was contemplating could have much, much worse consequences!

Oh! How many times since that day have I deliberated, questioned my actions, and rethought my motives? How many myriad of times have I gone over what happened next in my mind’s eye, trying desperately to see any other alternative I might have missed?

I circled to the left, hoping that Radcliff was too absorbed with me to notice that I was slowly working my way to that red button. Then, he was ready. He flashed into a mist and shot at me across the bay. In a second, I spun around and slammed down on the emergency shuttle bay airlock switch. The bay doors blew out, the air in the bay became an instant hurricane. I saw the cloud that was Radcliff caught by the force of the winds and swept towards the open doors.

I grabbed the metal bulkhead next to me as the wind increased to a howling pitch. I gripped the metal so hard it began to warp and twist. I looked over my shoulder to see Radcliff flash back into human form and make a grab for the edge of the door as he shot past it. A forlorn scream was ripped from his chest as he narrowly missed it and spun away into deep space.

I grinned evilly and turned to hit the close button. I had only seconds to get under cover before the humans got here. What would I do to avoid them? If I killed them all, could I control the ship myself? I had no idea, but right now all I cared about was that Radcliff that was out there and I was in here.

That’s when it happened. Fate? Chance? Divine intervention? Most likely, I’ll never know. As I turned to hit the close switch, the girder I had been crushing with my grip buckled and fractured. The piece I was holding came off in my hand. Instantly I was flung out the same door that Radcliff had so recently exited.

I stared stupidly at the receding ship. I could still see wisps of oxygen coming out of the open door. I reached frantically towards the ship but it was a lost hope. The hard vacuum sucked the air out of my lungs, the bitter cold of near absolute zero stung my skin…but I didn’t die.

That was 300 years ago. At first, I communicated with Radcliff by hand signals and sign language. But eventually we drifted too far apart to make them out. Soon now I will be all alone, just myself and my memories. My memories of thousands of years of war. My memories of death, destruction, and evil. Sometimes, and more and more often now, I begin to wonder if perhaps some greater power arranged this horrible predicament for me. Perhaps a protector of the Universe decided that it was time to balance the scales, and so arranged for that girder to break just at the right time to leave me here with my memories…drifting the dark forever.







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Erm...........WOW!!!!

*More, more*

Wooo as they say ...!! Excellent Jives...!!

That was awesome. So when you become a famous author we gardner's get free autographed books right??

You've got a really awesome talent Jives

I enjoyed reading that, my only criticism I have is. I want more..more...

Poor Victor, what a lonely life he led, and a pitiful end.

Well written Jives, love reading your stories. :-4

Thanks gang! My little fingers are pretty shot right now, and my imagaintion is completely fried, so it'll be a while before I can write again.

BTW...Did you notice that I never said the word "vampire" once in the entire story?!!:D

That was one of the fun things I did with this story!

Sheryl wrote: That was awesome. So when you become a famous author we gardner's get free autographed books right??

You've got a really awesome talent Jives


Thanks Sheryl! You always say the nicest things! and yes, it's a big affirmative. If and when I get famous, you are first on the list for autographs and free books!

Oh...and a free ticket to the movie version, starring Far Rider as "Victor" and Accountable as "Radcliff"!:wah:

Oh...ahem...may I call attention to the fact that this is the first time I have ever actually "researched" a piece. I had a history website open when I was writing this so that I could put in actual historical details.

All of the historical references are correct in the story and in sequence. Including the reference to Abraham's original address.

Also, the details of the story of the P-47 pilot come from my father and are true.

AAAAaaahhhh! Don't even mention that movie in my presence! !@#!@$#$#!@#$*@# stupid gay adulterous cowboy movie!



Seriously though, if any of my ideas EVER get picked up and made into a movie, I will buy out Gramman's chinese theater and fly every single member of Forumgarden to a private show...free popcorn, cokes, and candy included!:D

Oh, and thanks for the buddy list, I'm putting you on mine too, Clipper!

bumping for anyone just coming online this evening! It's my new story!

(Hmmm...still needs a little work , I think but serviceable!)

I think it is great, Jives! You are a wonderful story teller, you must keep you students glued to their seats for renditions like this!

Thanks Chonsi! You and I both know that being a teacher requies at least a smidge of the entertainer in your blood!

It certainly does spice up my Reading class a bit! I'm heading over to 365tomorrows.com to see if I can get it published online!:D

Good luck Jives!

You should compile lots of stories like this, and put it into print publication too.

This is very well written. It drew me in from the first word. A powerful visual energy gave the imagination free rein. I even found my thoughts following after concepts as they occurred in the story. The use of historical fact gave credence to the 'historical' account in our future.

"...galactic plane of the ecliptic." That has got to be a fertile and articulate imagination on full steam. I thoroughly enjoyed the story from beginning to end.

A damned good effort, my fellow. Surely worthy of publication.

:-6

Good lord man you had me riveted to my screen. That was spectacular. And your history pointing out an interesting parallel between the 2 evils of man and beast was very thought provoking. I really liked it a lot. Do keep writing for us. And hey find a magazine to publish your works in Jives, they are very worthy of publication.

Bravo!!

Thanks Minks and Openmind. I've just been rereading it and I found a few technical problems (words missing here and there...that's funny, they were in my mind, I guess my poor little fingers just couldn't keep up!)

I've always wanted to write a "sweeping" story. One that has a large span of time and history to it, so I am absolutely thrilled you guys had as much fun reading this as I had writing it!

You probably noticed I stayed completely away from any kind of "satanic" or "mystical" type of plotline. I also skipped any morality judgements about the character or mankind. (No politics here!) I just wanted to write a story about what it would be like to live for millenia. And of course a sci fi short story needs a twist at the end!

And you may not believe this, Minks, but I had absolutely no idea I was setting up a parallel between the evil of the (anti)hero and the evil of mankind. But when you said that, I looked back and viola! There is was! How about that?

Truthfully, to write this story, the only idea I started with was the question "What would happen to a vampire in outer space?" Everything else just kind of fell into place!

Oh Jives the Great :yh_worshp :yh_worshp

Jives wrote: Thanks Minks and Openmind. I've just been rereading it and I found a few technical problems (words missing here and there...that's funny, they were in my mind, I guess my poor little fingers just couldn't keep up!)

I've always wanted to write a "sweeping" story. One that has a large span of time and history to it, so I am absolutely thrilled you guys had as much fun reading this as I had writing it!

You probably noticed I stayed completely away from any kind of "satanic" or "mystical" type of plotline. I also skipped any morality judgements about the character or mankind. (No politics here!) I just wanted to write a story about what it would be like to live for millenia. And of course a sci fi short story needs a twist at the end!

And you may not believe this, Minks, but I had absolutely no idea I was setting up a parallel between the evil of the (anti)hero and the evil of mankind. But when you said that, I looked back and viola! There is was! How about that?

Truthfully, to write this story, the only idea I started with was the question "What would happen to a vampire in outer space?" Everything else just kind of fell into place!


How long did it take you to put that together Jives? Funny don't you recall in school the english teacher saying ok put your pencil to the paper and just write? And if ya just did that in the end you had some kind of story. Amazing...everyone has a story to tell.

lol! Nope that's not what we teach at all. I'm terribly sorry, though. Even though I am K-12 english certified, I just don't have the patience to go through the whole process!

this is how I did it.

1. I wondered, "What would happen if a vampire was out in space?"

Answer: He'd never die. He'd just keep drifting.

2. Drifting? yeah...drfting through the darkness. Hmmm...good title. (The story is starting to come together now, do you see it?)

3. How did he get there? Well, umm... he gets thrown out of a spaceship.

4. OK, but if he's a vampire then he needs a long life.

5. Crap, I don't know anything about ancient history. (Jives opens google and googles "history timeline") Hmmm...this one looks good.

http://www.hyperhistory.com/online_n2/History_n2/a.html

6. yeah, let's have him travel around with the various armies of the day. (There's your "deep parallel" Minks! LOL!)

7. Let's have some fun and keep going past present time!

8. how is the guy going to get thrown out?, I know! A fight with another vampire!

The end.

It's funny, but I thought that the emphasis on evil was intended. It was very prominent throughout the story. Almost made the human race seem placid and vulnerable, especially having been placed so critically close to extinction.

OpenMind wrote: It's funny, but I thought that the emphasis on evil was intended. It was very prominent throughout the story. Almost made the human race seem placid and vulnerable, especially having been placed so critically close to extinction.


By gosh man I think we are on to something here. Jives you are brill.

So Jives ya took the other route I recall from school... outline first then fill a story in around it. Very cool.

Well, when I was reading the history of the world, I realized just how bloody it was and I thought it was logical that a vampire would join an army. I had a bit of trouble at first trying to figure out how he was going to be in an army without the other soldiers getting suspicious. I mean, what kind of warrior can only fight at night?

I forced that issue by sidestepping it in the beginning and aluding to "feeding on the wounded at night." Later I just flat out eliminated it by implying that the vampire got strong enough to be out in the daylight.

After the beginning battles, I realized I had a line of thought going, so I just extended it!

Just like Sherlock Holmes, I probably shouldn't post my thought processes. It kind of takes some of the wind out of the sails, eh?:o

I still think it was great no matter what errors you found. I do hope you get this story published.







I love books that span alot of time in history. A really good book about vampires is Elizabeth Kostova's Historian.

Sheryl wrote: I still think it was great no matter what errors you found. I do hope you get this story published..


Thanks, Sheryl! yay! I have a fan! BTW...I've fixed all the errors now. The final version is a little more readable!

Nice twist. :yh_clap Really enjoyed it. :yh_clap

Jives!!!!! Part of my background is writing - grin - and you, my favourite piece of driftwood - I now get the allusion! - have got what it takes.

Such a spark is something some people are born with, I believe, but it needs long-tending, and a lot of hard work to flower like this. (A bucket or two of the manure of life may also be required). Maybe it's no accident that we have met you in the Garden. Grin. Anyway, my friend - congratulations.

"Damned to eternal sanity" - what a chilling thought!!!

AussiePam wrote: Jives!!!!! Part of my background is writing - grin - and you, my favourite piece of driftwood - I now get the allusion! - have got what it takes.


Awww...Thanks, Pam! That means a lot to me! This is only my third story, but I think I'm getting better. I'm begining to understand what kind of a plotline pulls people in.

Such a spark is something some people are born with, I believe, but it needs long-tending, and a lot of hard work to flower like this. (A bucket or two of the manure of life may also be required). Maybe it's no accident that we have met you in the Garden. Grin. Anyway, my friend - congratulations.


There's no denying that writing in a forum is good practice for writing stories! I'd really like to find a place that would publish this, but don't worry, I'm looking.

"Damned to eternal sanity" - what a chilling thought!!!


Wasn't that a great line? The other one I thought was inspired was, "My intellect and my memories were my sole possessions now, and like a miser in a vault, I toyed with them endlessly…"



I changed the line about the "red-hot wire on a toaster" and dropped the toaster. It was just a little corny!:o

That was great, as usual!

My first thought was that this would be an awesome movie!

Jives wrote: "My intellect and my memories were my sole possessions now, and like a miser in a vault, I toyed with them endlessly…"




Yes, absolutely...

The concept of hell too. Eternal damnation. Not being pitchforked by a bunch of red devils, but locked into perpetual, silent, solitary isolation

I'm a Dr Who fan.. and you got me thinking of the movie version of the Five Doctors.

Man is the sum of his memories

but in particular

The final Dantesque wall of heads, in endless torment, of those who have wrongly chosen immortality

AussiePam wrote: The concept of hell too. Eternal damnation. Not being pitchforked by a bunch of red devils, but locked into perpetual, silent, solitary isolation


Which is, by far, the worse punishment, as proven in the book "Papillon."

I'm a Dr Who fan.. and you got me thinking of the movie version of the Five Doctors.


I loved that movie too! Actually the only doctor I could stand was the really cool one, Hmmm...what ws his name? Tom something?

Jives wrote: Actually the only doctor I could stand was the really cool one, Hmmm...what ws his name? Tom something?


Tom Baker is the name. I liked him as well. I also enjoyed watching the original doctor, William Hartnell. Both of them had a hint of craziness, brilliance, and lunacy without the dialogue. The impression appealed to me for the role they played.

Yes on Papillon. And Tom Baker!!! Totally agree..... !!!

Jives wrote: Which is, by far, the worse punishment, as proven in the book "Papillon."



I loved that movie too! Actually the only doctor I could stand was the really cool one, Hmmm...what ws his name? Tom something?


the imagery from League of Extrordinary Men came to my mind throughout your writing. Kind of the far out there bold in your face kind of pictures.

Tom Baker apparently spent a few years as a monk somewhere in the Channel Islands ... and I think Douglas Adams wrote some of the episodes of that time. Grin.. Possibly significant, possibly just another blonde spiral.

AussiePam wrote: Tom Baker apparently spent a few years as a monk somewhere in the Channel Islands ... and I think Douglas Adams wrote some of the episodes of that time. Grin.. Possibly significant, possibly just another blonde spiral.


Our cancer clinic here is the "tom baker cancer" clinic I wonder why???

Indeed, minks.. any connection doubtful... and yet... grin.. in our surreal world, who knows??? More champers??? Hic.. Jeez.. I gottta stay relatively sober. My workday is really only just beginning... BBL

So what kind of story would you guys like me to write next?

Let's stick to:

Action / Adventure

Sci Fi

Fantasy

... because I could write a harlequin romance, but it'd be too risque (slutty) to post here:wah:

i enjoyed it Jives....but i vote for slutty.

Hey! LC! You finally arrived in my thread! I wondered where you were! You were the one I wanted to read it the most.

So...tell me more, what did you think of it? And forget the slutty thing, I'm writing on a school computer and they take a dim view of that kind of thing! I'm not Freakin' Michael Jackson, Okay?!!

Jives wrote: Hey! LC! You finally arrived in my thread! I wondered where you were! You were the one I wanted to read it the most.

So...tell me more, what did you think of it? And forget the slutty thing, I'm writing on a school computer and they take a dim view of that kind of thing! I'm not Freakin' Michael Jackson, Okay?!!


I too was hoping for romance ok go western. A Far Rider kinda story hehehehe

Jives wrote: Hey! LC! You finally arrived in my thread! I wondered where you were! You were the one I wanted to read it the most.



So...tell me more, what did you think of it? And forget the slutty thing, I'm writing on a school computer and they take a dim view of that kind of thing! I'm not Freakin' Michael Jackson, Okay?!!my pc was down since tuesday...which is why i didn't get back to you. i am not a sci-fi fan, but i have always enjoyed your talent with our language, and narrative skills. writing is important to me, i used to write legal briefs for a living which had to stand up in court. you and Bothwell are extremely talented writers, although he leans more towards the humorous and absurdities. i hope one day you break through to the professional sphere! you deserve it!