500 Words – Entry 38: The Reviewer

Once again… Wednesday! Once again I have a short story for your entertainment.

I have used a random word generator to find inspiration for this and the following entries. It has posed a bit more of challenge for my writing but I find fun to work in more limited environment.

The word for this week was Reviewer, it actually worked out pretty well.

And well I will give you the words guiding my upcoming entries as well just to tease you a bit 😉

They are: Retailer, Abnormal, Threads, Heir, Asylum, Homosexuals

What will I do with these words? Stay tuned to find out!

Anyway… Lets get to the short story.

The Reviewer

Dale Riderstorm stood in front of a door. Most people would see just that, only a door. Dale was no normal people. He was The Reviewer. The rich’s boogeyman. He saw a white paint so clean the door shone in the morning light. He saw the code lock with fingerprint recognition.
Dale scanned the door from top to bottom as he picked up a color chart from his front pocket. He opened the chart to page 91.
As suspected, he thought slyly.
‘Cotton white from Shuster’s paint and home décor’ He noted in his leather notebook bought at Authors and Doers. The smell filled him with calm. No one could make notebooks as Laura does.
He looked over his shoulder and glansed at the other houses. seven out of ten with code locks. All from the same manufacturers.
Business must be booming, he thought for himself.
Dale stepped back. He studied the windows. Also cleaned with an extraordinary precision. Out of his left pocket, he picked up a flashlight no larger than a pen. The light beam refracted into all shades of blue as it hit the windows.
‘Qlever Home Cleaning’ Dale noted. They were the only who used detergents with that refraction pattern.
Dale decided that he had seen enough and walked up to the door and knocked. He could hear his subtle knock vibrate through the door and create a heavy echo on the other side.
‘A Bernard Hausen Woodwork Door. Quality.’ He noted.
A man in jeans and a shirt opened the door. No freshly pressed suit. Dale smiled. It probably waited in the closet until Dale had left.
How stupid the rich are, he thought as he picked up his notebook again.
‘Grim Denim. Loose Fit. Extra tears from’ Dale took a closer look at the jeans. ‘Western Clothing. BesQ Shirt. Summer Edition.’ Dale looked down at the socks. ‘Submarines Diamond Edition. Luxurary on Demand.’
The man looked at Dale’s pen and then at his socks. He swallowed.
“Kyle Rose?” Dale loved the fear in all the victims eyes before the hammer came down. He held back a shiver.
“Yes.” The man stuttered.
“I am the Reviewer.” Dale walked in without waiting for Kyle to invite him. “Are you alone?”
Kyle looked around as if he made sure he was  not forgetting anything. A reflex he shared with so many other creeps. “No I am all alone.”
“How great!” Dale put on his leather gloves. Highest quality. Easy to clean. “Please close the door. We don’t want the neighbors to know about your shameful living.”
Kyle nodded. He hesitated.
“We don’t run from our problems Kyle. Such impulses could make our matter really ugly.”
As if he was electrocuted Kyle immediately closed the door.
“So Kyle Rose…” Dale smiled as he looked around. So many possibilities. “You know why I am here. Let the review begin.”

500 Words – Entry 37: Conspiracy Theorist

It is time for my weekly short story!

But first… A little update! (yeah I am testing something new again)

From next week I will start using a random word generator for themes on my short stories. This will bring a new level to this challenge. I am looking forward to this so much.

On my other writing projects:

I have sent a pitch to a publisher for the Thundering Flame comic book project I have been working on. Let’s see how this goes!

On Demons in Cotton, I have decided to go for self-publishing. So now I am looking for an editor and hopefully this will soon be resolved.

A lot is happening right. And it feels like I am entering into a new era of my writing life!

Stay tuned for more information!

Now to the story!

Conspiracy theorists

Sonja was no lady with a tin foil hat tyghtly wrapped around her head. No, that was the idiocy level 1 conspiracy theorists. Sonja left those days behind her a long time ago. When she met Grant. Wheen he taught her the levels.
No more government against the small people. No more lizards behind rich faces. No more flat earth.
No.
The world was built differently. It was a layer. Nothing else. And all the crazyness was what came when you piled layer on top off layers on top off layers. It was pressure nothing else.
Sonja hugged the heavy book closer to her chest. ’Physics of an unstable world’ by Grant Buster. A true master piece. A true master. All needed to understand was on these pages. Explanations of the human psyche. Diagrams of a world spiraling into chaos.
She was so happy he reached out to her before it was too late. Now they can change the world. They can save it.
”Thank you for coming on such a short notice. ” Grant said in the distance.
Sonja looked up into the candle light. ”How could I not?” She said. ”The world’s safety is an urgent matter.”
”It is indeed…” The old man limped closer. His cane with its dragon head was carved out of marble. Yet he carried it as it was nothing but cheap plastic. ”And the world must never know of the work we do.”
”Yes.” Sonja put the book down on her knees. ”I haven’t told a soul, but if they knew what hides between these pages.” She caressed the spine. ”They would change their ways, I truly believe so.”
”You young ones are so naive.” Grant sighed. ”I have tried many times in my youth but never have it penetrated through the ignorant minds. We must do what they cannot. We must be seen as outcasts so they can live the good life. ”
A pause stayed between them for what Sonja thought felt like forever before Grant once again spoke.
”It is time for you to become a level 10. ”
”What?” Sonja turned to her meister. ”But I am only a 5, how could I jump all the way to 10. It has taken my years to get here.”
”Yes, but time is of essence. And I do not know how long I have left.” Grant leaned on Sonja’s chair. ”Your real training begins now. You will have no breaks, you will never see home again. You will not be a member of the ignorant anymore. You are ready my child. ”
Sonja swallowed her fear and all the memories of the life she once called her home. ”Yes I am. ” She said.
”Good. Turn to page 439. ”
Sonja obeyed and looked at the drawings in front of her. All the components, and all the chemicals.”What is this? ”
”That?” Grant rested his heavy marble cane on her book. ”That is a bomb for our enemies. I want you to bring it to yhem. ”
Sonja hesitated. ”Do you want me to detonate a bomb with our enemies? Do you want me to kill myself in the name of our cause?”
Grant laughed. ”No, I don’t want you to kill yourself. ” Then she felt is breath along her neck. ”You see at level 10 you don’t die. His fangs dug into her skin.
She gasped for air but nothing reached her lungs. She screamed but her voice was already dead. The book hit the floor and her empty body crashed down beside it. In the corner of her eye she saw Grant walk closer. Nowhere was the limp that one was his trademark.
”Please don’t kill me.” Sonja whispered. Her weak heart gave of a desperate final beat.
”Welcome my creature of the night” Grant whispered into her ear. ”Now let your body die and join me in the dark.”

500 Words – Entry 24: – Back to the Valley

500 Words – Entry 24!
The story: Back to the Valley!

Enjoy!

Cole never wanted to return home. Not ever. There was too much history hidden under the dirt. Too many bad memories.

But yet here we are, he thought to himself and looked out over the valley. The trees grew thick and strong for as long as he could see. Below all the leaves and branches countless cabins hid from a world moving too fast. It was a place where times never changed.

He walked slowly on stumbling feet over a seemingly endless source of roots. With each tree he passed, he felt new eyes lock on him.

So, the lost boy decides to come home, a rough voice broke through the wilderness. In an instant hundreds of faces turned visible against the green. Among them one with wrinkles carved from one storm too many.

You know why I am here father, Cole shouted into the faces.

All too well son, the wrinkled man said as he approached Cole. You are here to show your new toys, and to take what the outside does not deserve. He touched Cole’s dark suit. How can you even wear this filth Kale?

It is called a suit father, Cole corrected the expensive fabric. Everyone wears it.

His father sighed. Everyone but not elves. Your desire for the outer world always baffled me, Kale. What can they give you that we cannot?

It is Cole, father. You know that. Anger boiled inside Cole just as the last time his feet stepped on these roots. And you also know what they can give me.

Yes, you told me. Cole’s father looked back at the army in the trees. You told all of us.

Cole took a deep breath and remained still as countless eyes scanned him.

We see the fire on your chest son. Not even the thickest of human coats can hide such horrors from us. The old man caressed the hard surface on Cole’s chest. I hoped for you to come to your senses.

Cole reached into his pocket and grabbed a small remote. Just touching it gave him courage.

Cole’s father gave him sad look. You are after all my son. In these woods lives your brothers and sisters. I hoped for you to spare us.

Cole laughed. You are so pathetic father. Do you really believe I would want to spare your kind?

Our kind Kale, the old man reached for his son’s shoulder.

Cole grabbed the gentle hand. He twisted it and threw the old man to the ground. The old man screamed. In the trees the faces jumped down. They all attacked the man who once was their brother.

A disgrace is what you are, Cole whispered into his father’s ear, he turned to the army and screamed. Do you hear me? You are all a disgrace.

The army flooded his body. Some dragged the elder to safety.

Then under all the screams and all the panic there was click, and the valley turned to fire.

ToDD Ep. 3 – my writing

Welcome to ToDD (thoughts of a diabolical demon) where I talk randomness and put up update on my projects.

To begin with… Great news everyone! My story ‘A Beautiful Day on a Swing’ advanced in to round 2 of the Fictional Fisticuffs November tournament! Want to read my story and support it with a vote head on to https://purplewallstories.com/ and check it out! You can vote every day!

My other projects are slowly moving forward. I queryied my swedish novel to two publishers a month ago and has so far only gotten one rejection! My english horror/dark fantasy novel is also in the querying phase, and the silence is a constant. But I keep the sprit up! And foremost I never give up! (thereby I never lose ;))

My current writing project (code name flaring thunder) is a comic project of four issue I have been scripting for some months now. I am on rough draft for issue four and have a draft four issue one. That project is steadily moving forward.

I am thinking about what my next writing project (after I have finished flaring thunder) will be. I have had an idea for a Crime novel series for a while. Might be that I finally take on that ugly toad. Or a short story a can submit to some magazines. We will see!

I hope every one has a splendid friday! Let me know if you enjoy this style of ToDD (or if you don’t).

ToDD Ep. 2 – Battles & Risks

You know what? My entry for Fictional Fisticuffs competition got accepted for their November edition!

Yes that is right! I am part of writing competition. A battle for the reader’s votes.

Are you curious about the competition and all the eight entries? Head over to Purple Wall stories website , read and vote for your favorite entry.

Not long ago, being part of a competition like this would have been considered as BIG risk for me. It is funny actually how we change over time and by exposing ourself to what we find uncomfortable. Thanks to WordPress and their blog plattform (and all the amazing people reading my stories), I have change my view on discomfort. Before this summer very few knew about my writing and I was scared of what people would think. You know what? I don’t want to go back.

I am so happy I choose to face that fear. And I will continue to face my discomfort. Apparently, there is happiness on the other side.

500 words – Entry 18: Realizations

Here we go again! A new week. Less than 500 words. One story.

This week’s story is called realizations. We all have to realize what is important before it is too late.

Enjoy!

Lets just face it… I am not invulnerable. I am not even hard to bruise.

The old man looked out over the silent crowd. He sighed.

Fuck it. I am not strong either. Even the the smallest of setbacks can put me out of balance. I think about all I have done wrong. All the time. I just never told anyone about it. I wish I had though.

He walked down The stars and walked up to his wife on the first row. He put his hand on her aged hand. She shivered, and as he sat down in front of her she cried.

I was never a good husband. He looked over his wife’s shoulder and met his daughter’s hesitant stare. I was never a good father either. If I only had dared to open myself, if I had dared to say what was tormenting my inner self, I believe I could have been happier. I believe I could have made your life better. Don’t you think so too?

The silence spoke a thousand heavy words. Every one a truth the man had been unwilling to realize. He sighed again, then he caressed his wife’s cheek.

I am sorry. I wish I could have been better. I wish I had this realization ages ago. Before it was to late.

He wiped his hand against his black trousers and corrected his suit.

This goes out to all of you, he said with a weak yet thundering voice. Don’t repeat my mistake. He walked back up the stairs. Become a better man today. You never know when it is too late.

He laid down in the chest. The priest who just watched him crawl up from it still frozen to the wood.

Become someone you would want to remember, The man whispered and closed his eyes one final time.

Crash Bandicoot: Dimensions Adrift – Intro (fanfiction)

Hi all,
I am having some fun while waiting for Crash Bandicoot 4: It’s about time. I am really excited about this game as the Crash games has been a constant for me while growing up. So I decided to write an intro for a Crash Bandicoot story for fun. So far the story is limited to the intro and nothing else is written. I have not yet decided whether I will continue with it or not.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer:
The writer of this fanfiction does not own the rights to any of the characters involved in this story. The rights to Crash Bandicoot and characters in the Crash Bandicoot franchise belongs to Activision Publishing Inc.

Crash Bandicoot: Dimensions Adrift
Titel: Another day at the beach
Writer: David Johansson
Contact:
D.B.Johansson@outlook.com

The sun. The water. A magical mask fixing all the chores.
The sleep. Aah, the beach. You only wake up to eat some wumpa fruits and then back to sleeping. This is the best life ever. Am I right bud?
Polar yawned beside Crash.
Crash yawned too.
You said it. Nap time.
“Crash.” A voice rasped through the megaphone on one of the palm trees by the beach.
Crash opened his eye and glanced at the megaphone he never seen before.
“Crash.” Coco said again.
Pretend to sleep and it will all soon go away. Crash snored louder just to be sure.
“CRASH!” The soft voice screamed with a surprising weight to it.
“huh.” Crash opened his eyes just to see a camera pointed at him from a robotic arm that somehow had been hidden in the sand below him all this time.
“Whoa!” Crash screamed and jumped up. What is that? How did it get there?
“Great you are awake.” Coco continued. “We need you at the Bandicoot house now. Something weird is happening.”
“Hrm?” Weird?
“Yeah, get over here immediately?” The camera disappeared into the sand.
Polar looked up at Crash with confusion painted on his face.
Yeah, I know bud. Crash shrugged. Better get going before that arm comes chasing us back home. Or worse, what if Coco comes for us herself.
“Voff.” Polar turned over and waged his tail.
Yeah, you are right. She will send the arm thing for us. Crash smashed a crate and picked up the wumpa inside. You want one for the road? Crash handed it to the polar bear.
I wonder when these crates will stop drifting ashore, Crash thought and opened another one. It must have been one big ship who dropped them. Well, as long as I can eat them instead of all other fruits in the trees, I’m happy.
Come on Polar lets go!

Coco sat on the grass with a computer on her lap when Crash came home. As she always does. Aku Aku levitated beside her.
“Crash!” Aku Aku proclaimed. “The world is in danger.”
“Hurn.” Crash scratched his head. Again. Shouldn’t Dr. Cortex and Uka Uka give up soon.
“Doctor Cortex has traveled through the multiverse and has set another one of my evil brother’s diabolical schemes into practice.”
“Wait.” Coco typed on keyboard so quickly it should catch fire. “I am reestablishing connection.”
“Huh?” Connection to what? Crash looked at Polar. Polar looked back. He did not understand it either.
“And done! We should be getting them back about…” Coco typed some more. “now.”
“Whoa!” Crash dodged a giant orb that appeared right beside him out of nowhere. Or well there was a giant machine on the ground beside him, but by living in the same house as Coco you get accustomed to certain things like machines everywhere. The color of the giant orb shifted.
“It is searching.” Coco said and typed some more.
“Coco.” A voice said somewhere in the colors shining out of the orb. “I think I am getting you back.”
“You are. Just a little tweaking and we are there.” Coco’s typing slowed down. “I am triangulating your position in the multiverse.”
The shifting colors in the orb went from blue to dark. And then in the darkness a white coat became visible. And wearing the white coat was…
“Crash! We see you again.” Coco said and raised a fist in celebration. “We have a stable connection.”
“Huh?” Crash and polar exchanged another confused look.
The Crash inside the orb corrected his glasses.
“I never thought I would say this…” Aku Aku said. “But look Crash, it is a smart you.”
“Hrm.” Crash scratched his chin and smiled. He is handsome too.
 “Finally!” The smart Crash smiled. He sounded polite and well mannered. “I will make this quick in case Cortex succeeds in cutting our connection again.” The smart Crash looked to the side where Crash studied him with interest. “Oh, hello there. You must be this worlds Crash. What a good looking fellow you are.”
“Huh!” Crash stretched his hand forward to answer the incoming high five. You too, he thought.
“Crash. Focus.” Said Coco immediately getting both to stop both Crashes the high five. “We need to know. What is so important you reached out through the multiverse to get in touch with us.”
“Oh right. That thing.” Smart Crash corrected his white coat. “We need your help! Your Doctor Cortex travels the multiverse and imprisons every world he can. He is evil beyond out wildest imagination. Cortex’s goons have destroyed my home and it is not long before they find me. I repeat we need your help to fight of Doctor Cortex’s threat. We must sto…” Smart Crash looks up. “Oh no. They found me. Please save us. We need you to stop this menace. Now!”
The roof fell in under a loud crash. The orb collapsed in an instant. A roar echoed through the jungle.
Crash shivered. Tiny. That never ends well.
“Crash! Crash!” Coco shouted while typing.
 “it’s no use child.” Aku Aku said. “They are gone now. Can you create a portal to Smart Crash’s home world.”
“I am already on it Aku.” Coco sighed. “I just have to redirect the hydron collider’s power outlet to…” She turned silent as her concentration swallowed her whole.  
“Crash. While Coco sets up a portal. I need you to get ready. We don’t know what dangers other dimensions hides. There could be a dimension full of Uka Uka’s. We must be prepared for every…”
“And done!” Coco presses enter and does a little dance by the keyboard. A portal immediately appears. Polar grabs a palm tree as the portal drags everything to it.
“Well that went faster than I thought it would.” Aku Aku said with his wooden brow raised. “I wonder how she does that.”
Yeah me too. Crash scratched his head. She is just too weird.
“Come on!” screamed Coco. “I don’t know how much longer it will hold.” She jumped in headfirst with the computer hugged tightly to her chest. Pura joins her a second later and does a backflip in the whirling stream.
“Well here we go…” Uka Uka glides into the globe. “See you on the other side Crash.”
Crash scratches his head. He looks at Polar.
“Hurm.” Polar whimps.
Yeah, I know bud, the beach sure looks tempting. Crash walks up to Polar. You know, I think they could make it alone.
“Voff.”
You’re right Polar. They need us. On three? Polar nods.
One.
Two.
Three.
Polar release the palm tree from his grip and they both glide into the swirling globe of the unknown.
“Hurm.”
Yeah, I hope we get to see the beach again too.


 

 

500 words – Entry 5: Twinkle, twinkle

The fifth entry on my 500 words challenge. This time I make my own twist on “Twinkle, twinkle little star”. It turned out sadder than I originaly wanted it to be but at the same time it became so much more beautiful than I imagined it to be.

Enjoy

Twinkle, Twinkle, little star
With your laughs I fill my heart
No matter the path you take,
in my heart you always stay
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star
With your laughs I fill my heart

Run again my breath of life
climb the hills and play til’ dawn
Grow big, grow old, grow so strong
find your joy on the road
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star
With your smiles I fill my heart

One more beat my little heart
Without you I’d lose it all
Fight for future, fight for life
Fight until the morning light
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star
With your shine I fill my heart

Rest in peace my brightest spark
With your laughs I filled my heart
Whatever path your steps may take
in my heart you always stay
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star
With your laughs I filled my heart