"Its nice to be important but its more important to be nice"
Wow. It has been over a month since my last update. Quite a few things have happened since then. I just don't feel like writing about all of it. I can't wait until Carrie comes back in December. For the first time in my life I feel truly happy. Its all thanks to God. I've changed so much. I feel like a totally different person than I used to be. I feel almost like I'm in some sort of Final Fantasy Game and I've gained like 20 levels in rapid succession. God is so awesome. The gift of the Holy spirit I recieved on December 13th 2004 really does change people. I feel so powerful. In 2 months I leave for the Navy. I welcome this challenge. I feel like this is what God wants for me. I want to be able to be strong enough physically, mentally, and spiritually to serve God when I'm called upon and I feel like the Navy will prepare me to do that. It has also been awhile since I updated "The Worst Manuscript Ever Written," So here is the latest installment. Nobody ever reads this journal. I can write whatever the heck I want to. Its very freeing. It reminds me of that one dream I had once where I was walking around Naked but nobody seemed to care. So, Without any further ado; "The Worst Manuscript Ever Written"
IV
After a second rate "Continental Breakfast" and a cup of "Coffee" Fangrid was ready to seize the day, kidnap, torture, and kill it as it were. He stared out the window of his lonely hotel room at the empty parking lot and began to think of his life before the infernal manuscript had come into being. To unmake something this powerful was a concept that ran contradictory to the idea that it was always easier to destroy than to create. Sometimes he wasn't all that sure he had created the thing. It had happened in a trance or a black out. One minute he was double checking his sources for a Geology concept and the next minute he blinked and it was two hours later and over a hundred pages had been filled with appalling filth. He began to think of Dana. It was becoming increasingly apparent that he might have to bring her into this. Naturally, she would have a hard time swallowing it, like those giant calcium tablets she took to help prevent osteoporosis due to estrogen loss after menopause which was twenty some odd years away. But it was a risk Fangrid would have to take. He hadn't talked to her for almost a week. Time had a way of slipping by like cars without chains on an icy pass while he was hard at work in his research. He picked up the phone and was about to dial her number when he considered that someone might be tapping the line. The call would have to be made from a cell or a pay phone. He crossed the street to the convenient store and dialed her number from there. Dana Fitzgerald picked up after several rings.
"Hello" She said in her no-nonsense early morning tone.
"Dana, its Fangrid" He offered.
"Fangrid, I don't hear from you in a week and then you-"
"We don't have time for this" He cut her off. "I'm in real trouble"
She was suddenly concerned.
"What's wrong? What have you done?"
"I've written something awful and people are after me"
"What have you written? Who is after you?" She said confusedly.
Fangrid didn't answer for a moment. There was a suspiscious car in the parking lot.
"Theres no time to explain. I need to see you" He said quickly.
"...Yeah, sure" She agreed. "I'm at home"
But Fangrid had hung up. He walked into the convenient store. Luck would be a lady tonight if he could fake a trip to the bathroom and duck out the back exit. The clerk had intense eyes and a grissled face. There wasn't too much that would surprise him. He eyed Fangrid accusedly as he pointed the way to the dirty restroom in back. Beyond the restroom there was indeed an exit. Looking over his shoulder, Fangrid quickly pushed the door open and stepped out into the back alley only to be intercepted by a man in a dark business suit.
"We've been looking for you, Mr. Appleton. I believe you have something that belongs to us"
IV
After a second rate "Continental Breakfast" and a cup of "Coffee" Fangrid was ready to seize the day, kidnap, torture, and kill it as it were. He stared out the window of his lonely hotel room at the empty parking lot and began to think of his life before the infernal manuscript had come into being. To unmake something this powerful was a concept that ran contradictory to the idea that it was always easier to destroy than to create. Sometimes he wasn't all that sure he had created the thing. It had happened in a trance or a black out. One minute he was double checking his sources for a Geology concept and the next minute he blinked and it was two hours later and over a hundred pages had been filled with appalling filth. He began to think of Dana. It was becoming increasingly apparent that he might have to bring her into this. Naturally, she would have a hard time swallowing it, like those giant calcium tablets she took to help prevent osteoporosis due to estrogen loss after menopause which was twenty some odd years away. But it was a risk Fangrid would have to take. He hadn't talked to her for almost a week. Time had a way of slipping by like cars without chains on an icy pass while he was hard at work in his research. He picked up the phone and was about to dial her number when he considered that someone might be tapping the line. The call would have to be made from a cell or a pay phone. He crossed the street to the convenient store and dialed her number from there. Dana Fitzgerald picked up after several rings.
"Hello" She said in her no-nonsense early morning tone.
"Dana, its Fangrid" He offered.
"Fangrid, I don't hear from you in a week and then you-"
"We don't have time for this" He cut her off. "I'm in real trouble"
She was suddenly concerned.
"What's wrong? What have you done?"
"I've written something awful and people are after me"
"What have you written? Who is after you?" She said confusedly.
Fangrid didn't answer for a moment. There was a suspiscious car in the parking lot.
"Theres no time to explain. I need to see you" He said quickly.
"...Yeah, sure" She agreed. "I'm at home"
But Fangrid had hung up. He walked into the convenient store. Luck would be a lady tonight if he could fake a trip to the bathroom and duck out the back exit. The clerk had intense eyes and a grissled face. There wasn't too much that would surprise him. He eyed Fangrid accusedly as he pointed the way to the dirty restroom in back. Beyond the restroom there was indeed an exit. Looking over his shoulder, Fangrid quickly pushed the door open and stepped out into the back alley only to be intercepted by a man in a dark business suit.
"We've been looking for you, Mr. Appleton. I believe you have something that belongs to us"