Alrighty. I best be giving a background story on this one. This is a story written from the characters of Trench Coats and Love Notes by Gloria 'the Bug' Bowden, who has given me permission to post my random stories. This particular tale came at the end of an email I wrote not long ago, forgot about, and found while cleaning files out. I had been looking at wedding dresses online, something random I really like to do from time to time, and found a great website. I sent it to Gloria-la and others, describing how beautiful the dresses were. I ended with the words "They're gorgeous!" and, of course, was reminded of Swell Well, one of the characters and pretty soon I found myself writing this little tidbit. Then my train of thought chugged on to Swellisto: the Swell Well/Callisto possibility, which Hut...er...Gloria really doesn't like and Callisto, Rubix and I think sounds funny, quirky, and all around awesome. The dialog used here in the flashback isn't part of the story. It was something random that came out of my blonde brain. If you haven't read Trench Coats and Love Notes, I really feel bad for you, you really shouldn't read this for there are a couple of spoiler-ish moments (besides, you wouldn't get what was going on, a normal thing for people like me anyway), and you should check it out here:http://www.elfwood.com/~gbowden2/Trench-Coats-and-Love-Notes-Part-I.3388054.html(that's part I)I got tired of typing full names, so I abbreviate most of the time with SW for Swell Well, Slip for Glass Slipper, Ru for Rubix, Hut for Cardboard Hut, Cal for Callisto, and Ch for Chainlink. And I should mention that the Let Me Be Your Wings lyrics are from a song with the same title from Thumbelina. Enjoy, friends!
Two items of note: I quote Dylan Thomas' famous 'Do not go gentle into that good night.' The character Dark Horse says it. It's in italics. I'm not claiming it as mine, but it is old, therefore public domain. Item number two -- I didn't like how Chainlink summoned his winged horse before. I changed it. Now they use magic whistles shaped like wings.
Argh. I hated having to split this up. Sorry if I chose all the worst places. It was hard to find good stopping points. Part XI is the result of me sitting down and saying 'I'm going to finish this story by Christmas, dang it. And I'm gonna do it in twelve parts!' --and then working hours and hours on it nonstop. By the by: ADB stands for Agency Data Base. I have a request for my Mod: If there's anything rejectable about this section or any other of Part XI, please reject all the sections after it as well, so I can fix the problem and make sure my readers only get their stuff in order. It wouldn't work to have C before A or D before B, you know what I mean? Thanks. Enjoy. :)
Yay; it's the longest installment of Trench Coats ever! I had to split it into FOUR PARTS! :D I feel special. What's about to happen will disturb you. It disturbed me.
Just a warning, this story is plotless. It was my second attempt at writing. It basically is a bunch of random scenes and lines that I had swarming in my head fused together into a random code name story...thing. The characters and such come from Glo 'the Bug' Bowden's Trench Coats and Love Notes. Check it out! http://www.elfwood.com/libr/g/b/gbowden2/trench_coats_and_love_notes01.htm.html Indeed, I do have her permission to post. This story was going to have the plot: the coolest team of secret agents ever (you better be thinking of BLT...or else!) get code names! Maybe you can still see that happening. And I just realized that it doesn't really end. Anyway, have fun! Oh! And believe it or not, I have permission to post from the infamous Hut, namely Glo 'the Bug' Bowden herself!
And it came to pass that Gloria finished and posted Part XII. And there was much rejoicing, yea verily, and the Gloria collapsed in her triumphal... HOLD ON! I didn't actually finish Trench Coats in this section, so no collapsing in triumphal glory for me. --yes folks, there's going to be a Part XIII...because Part XII was getting WAY too long, and I'd already missed my Christmas deadline by about ten days. Just to warn you; all that stuff I say about keeping my writing PG? Well...here's a disclaimer, it just became PG-13. Part 12 is a bit more on the violent side. And also quite a bit steamier (lots of kissing. LOOOOTS of kissing. And not just kissing; PASSIONATE kissing. Yes...nothing worse than that though.) And by the way, there's one point in here where I put something in parenthesis, when I haven't done it (I don't think) at any other point in the story. This is because when I write for my friends I like to put footnotes, but i had to take them out for elfwood. Usually I can just put the footnote in the description, but eh...that one didn't fit. In fact, I could probably stick it in as an actual sentence. It's just a fun, and not that important, detail.Speaking of fun details, did you know that red diamonds are the most rare form of diamond in the world? --That's another footnote reference I took out of this section.
It's a good thing Elfwood is allowing larger portions or I wouldn't be able to fit this all on one ticket. I still tried to keep it all more bite-sized; this section is the longest. Um...hm...what to say. As of right now I have the ending planned out and know pretty precisely what I want to happen (I was going to try and squash it all into this part, but it was getting just too dang long), but I have no clue when I'll find time to write it. I'm finally starting up college, and I'm uber excited, but that means less me time, so...eh, we'll see. I predict that Part XIII will be in two to three sections, but I tend to always write more, rather than less. Oh...there's a quote from Lord Byron in here. She Walks in Beauty of the Night. Needless to say, Bryon's old. -tis public domain.
Oh...yeah. The usual request of the mods. If any part of this story is considered ill-fit for elfwood for some reason or another, please reject all consecutive parts so I can fix the problem and so my readers won't have holes in their story. Thanks much!
'Beyond the carved figure, the bushes dispersed into an array of lower growth that formed an even carpet before the hermit’s dwelling.' Strange things transpire there.
Alrighty. So...if you've read Trench Coats and Love Notes up to Part XIII (if you haven't, it's amazing and definitely worth your time. So go read it! It's written by Glo 'The Bug' Bowden AKA Hut, and it's AMAZING!!! Besides, you probably won't get a fraction of the jokes used in this story if you haven't. http://www.elfwood.com/libr/g/b/gbowden2/trench_coats_and_love_notes01.htm.html I have her permission to post this.), you know that Groban and Blueshirt have been known to wind-surf in the simulator like mad people. Hut and I were talking on the train one day about it, and I decided to write yet another story based on the coolest team of secret agents ever (you better be thinking of BLT...). Yes, I'm becoming obsessed. Enjoy!
Sometimes when my dear friend Cardboard Hut (AKA Glo 'The Bug' Bowden, whose permission I have to post) is writing, she is in need of inspiration. That's when I write random poetry. Lately it has come in the form of Haiku. Enjoy! OH! DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU HAVE READ UP TO PART XII IN HUT'S STORY!!! Otherwise I would feel a great pang of guilt and not be able to forgive myself for not sufficiently warning you!!!
Darma is stuck in the middle of the woods with 2 girls she doesn't know and one of them has a deadly secret. Darma will remember this night for the rest of her life.
Description Update 03/10/2008 -- Ok, I think I oughta say right here, this story started out as a joke, so the first, oh, two parts are kind of lame, but I promise it starts to really pick up as it goes. It wasn't meant to become this novel, but there you are....Also, I'm sorry that the main characters aren't exactly well introduced, as it was written for an audience who had already met them. DISCLAIMER: I am intending to publish. I'll be taking this down sometime in the near future! In the meantime, your comments are appreciated, but stealing my ideas is not. This is copyrighted, peops. All rights reserved and all that! Let's just see how part one goes down, shall we? This story was a Christmas gift for some friends, and it kind of developed into some huge thing. There are a number of inside jokes in it, but I figured people could appreciate the story anyway. The French terms are ballet moves. And I will define them. Arabesque - One of the basic poses in ballet, arabesque takes its name from a form of Moorish ornament. Chaine - (I have just discovered that I've been spelling this wrong. It's full of accents, and has one less N.) Chains, links: a series of rapid turns on the points or demi-pointes done in a straight line or in a circle. Pirouette - Whirl or spin. A complete turn of the body on one foot, on point or demi-pointe. Sous-sus - Below-above; a term used to describe a very tight 5th position on demi-pointe. I hope I don't offend any French speakers or ballerinas. I've never learned French, and quit ballet for Irish step when I was twelve. I'm going to take a ballet class again this summer though...I hope. *crosses fingers*
I finally did it! And I finished at 12:15 am on December 26th! Only 15 minutes after my goal~ ...ok, technically I edited and added a new scene after I got up that morning... But anyway, the story's done, and here it is for your viewing pleasure. Repeat quotes from Faustus in here. Public domain - they are italicized. O lente lente, currite noctis equi means 'Oh slowly, slowly run you horses of the night.' La fraternidad de caos means 'The Brotherhood of Chaos' in Spanish. ,Dasvedanya, chestniy vraag, means 'Goodbye honorable enemy' in Russian. And I think that covers most of the translations. Enjoy. Be gentle. I intend to edit this manuscript without mercy soon, but for now I'd like to feel good about it. I probably won't come back to working on it for a few months. My mind needs a break from Trench Coats before I attempt to rework it...and believe me, the revision project will probably take about as long as writing the darn thing. In the future you can look forward to an epilogue...I think...if it doesn't morph into a sequel. Heh. Anyway. Enjoy. And please ignore some of the Deus ex Machina...it's stuff I intend to tie in better (like Dark Horse's hat) in the...prologue? prequel? Thing that will replace Parts I-III? Yeah...
First chapter of a childrens' book I'm trying to write.
The backstory for this is too much tea and whitman's input. It was origionaly simply to prove a point, but i told it so many times that i decided it wasent fair not to share with you guys. If you dont play dnd it probly wont be very amusing. The basic idea was that palladins have to be lawful good, but lawful good shouldent be lawful AND good, it should be lawful-good, as in lawful for the sake of good and good only in regards to law. Now, some people might disagree, but here's a fun story to illistrait that all lawful good people arnt goody two shoes.
Aren't BLTs just plain delicious? Why of course! And isn't the secret agent team known as BLT absolutely awesome? Indeedifyingly! You probably won't get this short and sweet story if you've not read Trench Coats and Love Notes by Glo 'the Bug' Bowden found here (yes, I have her permission to post.): http://www.elfwood.com/libr/g/b/gbowden2/trench_coats_and_love_notes01.htm.html I should explain the fantasy that is not really found in this story (aside from Thunder). The characters are all from Hut's story, which is indeed fantasyesque. Oh. and I should probably explain Bacletto. You may have come by the See Dark Horse Run scrapbook cover on Hut's page. In that scrapbook was a picture of this face that Ru, Hut, and I made one day when picnic-ing with BLTs. The face was made of...you guessed it...bread, lettuce, bacon, and tomato. We named it Bacletto and made him our team mascot. In this story, the agent we all know as Featherlite says, 'Pas je,' which means 'Not I' in French. Well, here's the mildly entertaining tale of sweet, savory bacon, fresh lettuce, newly picked tomato, and tasty toasted bread...
Indeed, this story is a sort of spin-off...kind of...thing...from Glo 'the Bug' Bowden's (I have her permission, yea, even the permission of Cardboard Hut herself, to post this) Trench Coats and Love Notes. Check it out here: http://www.elfwood.com/libr/g/b/gbowden2/trench_coats_and_love_notes01.htm.html This is the tale of Glass Slipper when she has her first encounter with the all-too-cooky (not to mention tacky) Russian inventor, Silver Spoon. I should mention that I have nothing against Russians, by the way. Just thought I'd clarify. This is the first story that I've really ever written, but don’t feel that you must go easy on me. Let me have it with the comments! Have a joyous time.