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The City Bridge

The city, as I’d already mentioned is divided down its heart by a large river. The river’s name to the best of my knowledge I am unaware of and have never heard. Granted, these are my dreams so I guess my subconscious was simply never interested enough to connect the correct dots that would create a name for this mighty-looking chasm of deep and wide water, steam rising off of its surface on this bright early-summer day… Well, that would be nice except for me wearing a rain coat and it currently pouring cats and dogs at the moment. Just because it’s my dream doesn’t mean I can control the weather apparently.

I start out walking across the bridge, it’s a wide four-lane ordeal with a separate pedestrian area on one side of the roadway. On one end of the bridge is a large toll plaza, but, only for cars so I simply walk by. Mid day on a week day doesn’t create a lot of traffic over this bridge, only the odd passing vehicle causes my ears to pin back against my head under my hoodie as it passes — even though dolphin is part of my hybridization I still don’t like rain.

The bridge is a rather awesome sight, stretching between the two shores at almost the widest point of the river so by looking over the side you can see some of the docked boats below where the fresh water and salty ocean water meet. Now with the tide full the river seems even higher and my tail begins to wag from under by hoodie, slatting water from the fin at its tip behind me. It’s illegal to dive off this bridge, you should know. I’m not even sure how I know, honestly, but I’m well aware that what I’m about to do is wrong as I take off my hoodie and toss it off the bridge. Only a tight-fitting pair of spandex swim shorts covering my furred body. The rain keeping my fur clumped together against my chest as I smile.

I’m not only aware that it’s wrong to jump off this bridge, I’m also aware that before they can find another driver to look for me I’ll be long gone, and no one will invest much time in looking for another dolphin hybrid with a thing for taking long dives.

I peer down over the edge and my stomach tenses up, it seems a lot higher than I imagined as I climb over the rail and look at the mixing salt and fresh water below. A car hits its breaks behind me –no time to second-guess now– I push-off and form a diving position. My tail flapping though the air like the tail from a kite as my forepaws break the surface of the water and the sudden cold makes the fur of my coat stand on end. My heart besting loudly in my ears with exhilaration as I open my eyelids and the membranes over my eyes stay closed under the choppy surface.

The water here is cloudy, so there isn’t much to see, but with held breath I use my sense of direction to swim further up-river and to a dock I know of well. My head breaks the surface of the water and I quickly swim with my footpads and the power of my thick tail-fin to grab my hoodie and dive once more, enjoying the water and the thrill of the drive — my candid instinct to wag in happiness only occasionally messing up my stride.

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The Object, Island 12

It was upon this occasion that I was given the opportunity to visit the location now formally known as island 12, having no nearby local population to have named it differently.
The island itself is a sub-tropical climate, protected about on all sides by reef and sharp outcropping rocks that have created a constant danger to any approaching craft. Because of this we were forced to stop some distance off the shore of the island and approach it by helio.
The outer portion of the island is covered in a naturally lush and thick forest, with the interior being primarily composed of several feet of fertile plain. Underneath this lied gravel and finally a stable base of granite.
Returning again to this outer layer of forest, it ideally covers the majority of the island from both sea and sky.
Despite the large surface area of the island it would appear that no mammals currently reside upon it — for that matter it would appear as the only fauna present on the island are several species of migratory birds.
A more extensive listing of the identified flora and fauna of the island has been included with this report. After spending a considerable amount of time on the island I have reached the conclusion that is would providey the ideal location to have a centre for covert operations.
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Our Story on Why Stop Now by The Title (Lyrics)

Chorus:
Let’s try thinking like the first time
Back when neither you or I had any idea that
Three years later with a few lines
I was there to write our story, our story
Repeat once

One:
I would take everything I would have said,
Replacing it with what I did
It was wrong of me to ever try thinking I could justify
Anything I did when I had you
I’ve gotta pay attention cause I’ve changed my direction
Based on things that you failed to mention
If I’m here then I’m still a friend
I’ll never stop, let’s give this our best shot I’ll say
Go to Chorus

I would make promises I couldn’t break
Think about it every day if you’d make the same ones
and maybe I’d see things from the other side
Cause it’s been a month since I had you
I’ve gotta pay attention cause I’ve changed my direction
Based on things that you failed to mention
If I’m here then I’m still a friend
I’ll never stop, let’s give this our best shot I’ll say

Bridge (repeats three times):
I’m gonna say what I wanna say
I don’t know what you’re gonna say
But I don’t think that I ever want to feel this way, so

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Dancing hurts

*JeffCore dances
JeffCore> Incidently, I can only do the running man >.>
JeffCore> Sometimes I forget an actually run…
JeffCore> into usually animate objects…
*JeffCore shrugs and impacts into Jude
JeffCore> Dancing hurts.
Jude> …

The City Promenade

The sun glistens at an angle on the surface of the water, making me squint and pull the sun glasses from my head over my eyes, even though it’s currently in the process of setting. I shiver a little and press my paws into my pockets as the wind picks up the coolness of the water and forces it back into my bare blue-grey furred chest. The entire promenade looking a little angrier than normal as the vast areas of water are troubled by the brisk breeze. Even still I head detrimened to a dollar store at the far end of the shopping pier. In this moment I’m dropped into, I can’t even remember why I’m headed there in such a hurry.

Oh, hi! I should explain that this whole event happened about two, maybe three years ago. It all took place in a dream I had, with all of my dreams tending to take place either in my reality, or, this reality that I have invented. Not just a reality, but, a city with people, places, sights, sounds and scents that only exist here. Perhaps a convergences of my memories and experiences and hopes and dreams; or, perhaps more tantalizingly, none of those things and a complete world living in my brain.

This promenade/pier is something I think unique to this world. My city, this city is run though its heart by a wide and slow moving river. At some point in its history it had docks and boats all up and down its banks. Now, however, the most you are likely to see are pleasure craft in the Summer. It’s also flanked on one side by the ocean and, in this way, it’s not at all unlike my home city of Saint John; but, it is several orders of magnitude larger.

Along one part of the river, a levy was built, cutting into the bank and extended into the river, rising a foot or two from the surface of the water. On top, a piece of glass proceeds up another couple of feet into a handrail across this vast new man-made plain. Next, shops and stores and the lower half of a mall were built inside the levy, with wide areas of it flooded with a couple of inches of water.

In the summer, children come and splash around in the shallow ponds, and on a calm day you feel as if you are standing in the middle of a calm river of glass. It’s an unnerving effect, especially if the actual river is as rough as the wind is making it tonight, and especially at night. It’s a feeling I shrug off as I press into a door covered in stickers for credit card companies and enter the dollar store. Ah, I was looking for batteries, that was it.

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“What a Friend” by Greg Long Lyrics

Standing here it’s cold and rainy
I keep hoping someday maybe,
the Sun will shine.

Be like me, I keep on dreamin’
There must be more to believe in
Somewhere, someone.

Then You stand by me
And I see Your Mercy
I cry and finally surrender

Chorus
What a friend we have in Jesus
Knowing You will never leave us
You are the light inside my soul
I want You to know
I love You so
Darkness will come and will try to hide the truth
But I will say
That I believe in You

When I stop and think of Heaven
All the beauty that I’ll live in
How can it be

I though I tried I know I hurt You
All You’ve been is faithful and true
I’m unworthy

Yes, You died for me.
Now I’m Your’s for
eternity

Repeat Chorus


I know You’re here to guide me
You are always right beside me
Until I see You face to face

Then You stand by me,
And I see Your Mercy
I smile, and thank You forever

Repeat Chorus x2


(ad lib to end)

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“Look Up, Not Over”

It’s short…but was more written out of a conversation I had with a friend over this subject; I was able to find some comfort in writing this. Knowing that God doesn’t put us though more than we can bear; and that each of us has our own set of hardships that will later become our testimony of his downright and outright Awesomeness.  Hopefully you’ll find some comfort in this prose too.

When I look at my brother
And look at my sister
It seems their burdens are light
and their problems so few.
Lord, I’ve done everything right!
I’ve been faithful to You.
But I don’t understand it,
Why I’m not blessed too

Look up, not over.
God’s got a different plan for you.
He’s making–you able
To shine his Love though you.
He’s got a mighty calling
That only you can do
Stand strong, stay firm, look up.

Also, my good buddy Wes fixed up the lyrics of my last “song” and was able to make an absolutely amazing hymn from it ^.^ You should totally check it out.

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“Here I am”

Just something (maybe a song?) I wrote out quickly, didn’t even bother to really proof it, kinda matching my current mood.

Here….. I am
Here without the strength to go on
With my head in my hands
Trying to see just where things went wrong
Because I know I am
Bruised and beaten
Here without the strength to go on

But there You are
With the world in your hands
Counting my hair as it falls
Because You know what I am
One of Your creation
And you long for me to come home

Here… I am
Reaching out my hands
Crying out for You
Running out to You
Kneeling down to You
…..

Because You know, I am
Wounded and broken
Here without the strength to go on

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Undisclosed Location #3: A Project

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…Three Weeks Earlier…

Yuki was sitting at her desk looking intently at a thick file she had opened on the desk in front of her.  The contents of this folder has been on Yuki’s mind ever since she had been given the project files for Novous.  Today was her first day with the title officially… ‘Special projects coordinator’.  She’d worked her way up the chain with her out-of-the-box thinking; but never before had she encountered a project quite like this.  And it wasn’t even an active project, in fact, it was just over 6 years cold.

Yuki had been placed in change of cleaning up old projects that had been undertaken by the secret and highly classified Novous Group.  It had been jointed funded and run by DARPA and the CIA, but took on a life of it’s own during the cold war with almost no supervision.  Now, the big wigs at DARPA wanted all the research finalized and the project refocused on “the needs of today”.

Her eyes once again glanced over the document, stopping at some sections she had attected placeholders too earlier.  ‘Partial project failure’, ‘unforeseen side-effects’, ‘public danger’; all of those phrases quickly jumped out to her.  She’d read the file many times before, and now she finally had the power and authority to take action.

She reached for her phone and dialed a number, a man answered ‘internal operations’.  “I need to assemble a team for a exploratory trip to island twelve”…

[Notes: Sorry this took so long to get published, this single post went through ten drafts to get to this point.  The good news is most of the next posts got drafted as well; so, it should be a much shorter wait for the next couple of posts.]