After finishing the last of Rog’s snoot . . .
John: Amsec?
Rog: Yea. Correction. Frailing yeah.
John: (fills two glasses)
Rog: (lifts and twirls glass)
John: (takes a sip)
Rog: (slams back the glass—immediately starts coughing)
John: (starts laughing)
Rog: (eyes and face turn red—clears throat)
John: (laughs more)
Rog: Damn.
John: More?
Rog: Does a pampus stink?
John: What?
Rog: Never mind. Just pour.
John: You know—
Rog: Hey!
John: What?
Rog: Captain, request permission to speak freely.
John: Granted, high-near-Eee-Inn.
Rog: Just frailing pour. That’s your job.
John: (tries to keep from busting out laughing)
Rog: (tries even harder to keep a straight face)
John: Frail me.
Rog: (holds up full glass to the light) Where did you get this shiott?
John: Sir, permission to speak freely?
Rog: Speak your mind captain. (Rog’s cheeks quiver as he tried to hold back a grin)
John: Just drink. That is your frailing job. If I want someone ordering me around, I’ll comm. Cait.
Rog: Damn straight.
John: (sits and stares while taking another sip)
Rog: Hey!
John: What?
Rog: Let’s do it.
John: Do what?
Rog: Call Cait.
John: (sprays out his amsec with a cough) Call her what?!
Rog: How bout (Rog hesitates) heartless betoch?
John: Why?
Rog: I dunno.
John: (thinks for a second) Okay.
Rog: Okay what?
John: Okay, that idea sucks.
Rog: You got a better one?
John: Yeah, fill my glass.
Rog: (pours both glasses full)
John: Toast.
Rog: (lifts glass)
John: To, to—
Rog: To the Royal Society of Idiots.
John: (deadpans then clicks Rog’s glass)
Rog: How does it feel?
John: How does what feel?
Rog: Being a charter member of the RSI? (can’t control a grin)
John: Just like I’m back home. You know what?
Rog: What?
John: I think I’ve been a member for a long time.
Rog: (raucous laughter)
John: (spills drink laughing)
Rog: Hey!
John: Shut, how do you say it, the frail up!
Rog: Ooooh, not bad.
John: (pours another for both) You know what?
Rog: What?
John: You can serve at my side anytime?
Rog: Oh Disco, I can call you that now right? If only I had known (winks)
John: Well, you do look kinda cute. (blows kiss)
Rog: Frail you.
John: Not so fast, I’m not that easy (take a sip) yet.
Rog: (lowers his voice) You know what?
John: What?
Rog: I would proudly serve at your side.
John: No shioot?
Rog: (rolls on the floor laughing uncontrollably)
John: Whaaaat?
Rog: It’s shiott.
John: What is?
Rog: No shiott.
John: Yeah?
Rog: The phase is “No Shiott” not no Shioot.
John: Not in the Royal Society of Idiots it is not!
Rog: Damn.
John: What?
Rog: I think you just graduated.
John: You know what?
Rog: What?
John: We are going to frailing find them.
Rog: (stands up) Lift your glass.
John: (he does)
Rog: You bet your frailing scrawny arse we are.
John: (looks around at his arse)
Rog: Don’t worry.
John: What?
Rog: I’ve got enough to cover that bet.
John: No shiott.
Rog: (smiles) Yeah, no shiott. (grins his best Rogesque grin)
Categories: Story, Rog, John Discovery
32 comments:
Frailing hilarious. :-D Giggling away here in time with the guys. So easy to picture them from what is written. Nice to see the play style once again, works so very well between these two. :-) Absolutely superb chapter, full of fun.
Of course in the background is two men attempting to come to terms with the place they now find themselves at. After travelling and worrying and hoping all this time, they arrived at an empty ship and have no idea what happened, where the crew are, of if they are still alive. Both adament too, that they will continue on the mission they set out on, which was to try and save Kyra and the others.
Yep, absolutely superb. :-)
To me, this chapter flies at the end when John says "we are going to frailing find them." That switch, the move from what was unspoken, just under the surface, to me, that was it, the moment where I go BAM, signed, sealed and delivered.
As always my Sweetest little crunching machine, your kind words are sincerely appreciated. :-)
my Sweetest little crunching machine, that's my new favourite, captain. :-)
Running out of time, too much to do this morning, so saving the forum for when I return. Sweet dreams, & happy Friday when you get that far. Love and hugs, x
(smile)
*if I did not know how to pronounce Hynerian before...Thank you, John!
(Rog is Yul's attraction, Johnny is (Kyra's?) Who is Cait?!
Don't TELL me, just a link, or a month will do. I will read, you know this!
~d, John and Cait are married. In past chapters, John and Kyra developed some interesting chemistry, somewhat thanks to the underhandedness of Yul, but there is a mutual respect between the two, and when they are together, well, it is hard to say what is going to happen. Oh, and Rog and Yul are an item, so to speak. :-D
Is this the last chapter? seems like it!
Do I see a sequel coming?
Will there be star wars! NOOOO!
No wars!
Peace! Love! Happiness!
Mona, the story has many more chapters to write, and since the end is already known, the possibility of endless adventures is pretty much what I have in mind. As long as the desire is there on my part, I see the story continuing. I've had so many great readers over the last eighteen months and I'd be remiss if I didn't say this story wouldn't exist without their encouragement and support, and I'm not so sure it would continue either.
Thanks again for stopping by. Nice to see you again. :-)
this is a great new way to seek inspiration! :)
It must be like writing seqel to, 'to be continued' books where the previous one creates the hunger for more or the next one.
I think that it is a good enough reason why you should keep on writing.
Thanks for your good wishes :)
Mona, I love writing this way, in part because I never know what is going to happen next until I sit down to write it and even then, there have been times when it changed in the writing. For example, in the chapter where we learn Kyra's sister's name was Emily, well, I didn't know she was going to say that until I got to that paragraph and it just came out--just like that. :-D
exactly the same thing happens with me, specially when I write poetry, it is like the subtle getting translated into real, like the juice being converted to fruit? LOL :D
The creative process, how does one describe that? Before I started this story, outside of my master's thesis and a slew of book reviews, I had not written and if would be fair to say, I had never written anything like the story you see here.
Here is what I've discovered. First, this story started as an image driven saga, which is to say I created the image and the image acted like a key that would unlock and let flow the creative juices. Show me an image, any image, and I can convert that instantaneously into the next chapter. I find it much harder to tap into that creative flow without the visual to unleash it.
Second, I am not a morning person and it takes me a few cups of coffee to wake; however, I have discovered that I am very creative with the story in that short period of time before my conscious mind fully awakens. I would have never guessed this in a million years. I've also learned that when I am most fully alert and awake, my creativity is maybe, perhaps, most hindered by my thinking mind, the editor in me.
Third, when I am half awake, just before getting out of bed, my creative mind is hyper active. Many of the early chapters were written in my mind while still in this state.
Fourth, a shot or two of Jack Daniels, I have found to my dismay, will also unleash a level of creativity not there before. Really an amazing process to observe and one I never knew existed eighteen or so months before.
And last, I have found that no matter what time or state I'm in, I still can't spell. :-D
Mona, thanks for stopping by. :-)
**You bet your frailing scrawny arse we are.
ROFL!
Hows u Tre? :)
Keshi.
Keshi, I have this pounding headache right now. Would you come and rub the back of my head? I'll put my head in your lap if that will help. :-D
To me creativity is a prayer, a meditation , is life! Creativity needs passion, aliveness, energy, fire in the belly. Creativity needs that you should remain a flow, an intense passionate flow.
Creativity means to be in deep love, so much so that you completely disappear in your love, that you become a pure sheer energy. Only then you participate in God like act of creation; hand in hand you move with the Whole!
Creativity is the quality you bring to doing anything that you do. Activity itself is neither creative nor uncreative. Creativity is the QUALITY you bring to the activity you are doing. It is an attitude an inner approach.Whatever you do, if you do it joyfully and lovingly then it is creative. It has to be like something growing out of it within you, something that gives you growth.
The consideration should be that you are enjoying whatever you are doing. It is your love affair.
If your act is your love affair then it becomes creative. Small things become great with the touch of love and delight!
Man is unpredictable. man is always an opening; a potentiality of a thousand and one things, many doors are open and many alternatives are always present at each step and you have to choose, you have to feel and if you love your life you will be able to find!
There are two ways of doing something, creatively or technically. A creative artist creates just for the joy of creation, after the creative act a sadness decends as the love affair, the love making is over..& later yet another thrist will arise...
A technichian on the other hand feels very happy for a good job done and finished, because a technician is result oriented.
It is obvious one would find it hard to tap into a creative inflow without the visual. You have to have a vision to be creative. Once you visualise it in the deepest core of your being the creative act begins, & you do not know what you are going to produce, because it is going to be different from your vision. This is so because when you start creating, you are translating it from subtle to gross. In that very transforming and translation, much is lost...
Hey Ditto about spellings..specially if I have to type out :-D
Great exchange! You just want to cheer them on. Oh, I really like that fractal ;)
Thanks Deb. Did the image a long time ago. It just seemed to fit, a glass of amsec between friends. :-)
Mona, I'm popping into my blog between meetings but I did want you to know I loved your comment and I'll be back to respond later tonight when the work day is over. Excellent comment, or did I say that already? :-D
Mona, I like what you've said very much. And I agree wholeheartedly. From time to time someone will ask me when I'm going to publish the story and I always have to stop and think how to answer that, but I think you just did for me better than I ever could. The love is in the act, the creative act of moving passion from heart to blog, from soul to fingers, from mind to words. The idea that there should be something more, another step, well, it just doesn't occur to me. What would be the point? What is written has been written, no? The heart has spoken. The story is there, for anyone to read and no one has had to spend a penny to read it.
The best chapters in this story, in my opinion, are the ones that required the least effort on my part. These chapters, some quite long, flowed from a place inside that I can't describe, a place that I feel guilty saying is "mine."
How does one claim anything? How does one own anything? These ideas, these characters, they are not mine. They belong to everyone that loves them as much as I do. They exist beyond the space and time of this blog and they live in hearts around the world. I could no longer claim them as my own as I could the soil beneath my feet, no matter how much I paid for it.
So the story flows. I don't write it, I don't create it, I simply let it come into being and I watch, as I have said many times, as wide-eyed as everyone else, what happens and how it happens and I am thankful each and every time it happens. I also know, that on any given day, the story may not come and that I cannot demand that it come, I cannot force it.
And so, like lovemaking, it must be allowed to occur within the moment, into the flow of passion from beating hearts and racing minds onto sheets clean and white, the canvas of a painting that stands neither still nor repeatable. The show has but one curtain call.
Your comment tells me you are nodding your head, that I need not try to explain what I'm trying to explain, that you know. I sense you know the power of a touch, of hands, of eyes, of lips. I feel you have tasted truth before the dawn and the birds rejoiced at your shoulders as they do with birth and death, not as two but as one.
I also think you appreciate a good cook. Am I right? The aroma, the sight, the texture, the presentation, the universe on our plate. I want to share that universe with you--that has been the power and beauty of your comment. You have altered the very way I see, feel, think. And I can see you smiling in agreement.
:-)
Every speck on the earth has a power to alter.Have you seen a grain? The entire mystery of life lies within it...
Yes I have nodded my head & I appreciate that you pause to listen so carefully!
& there was something more I wanted to add in that last comment, but I did'nt. & I knew you would say it & you did!
Whatsoever you do, if you do it joyfully & lovingly & your act of doing is not purely economical, then it is creative.
Creativity means loving whatever you do, enjoying, celebrating it as a gift of God.Maybe nobody will come to know about it. History might nopt take account of it & newspapers might not publish it, but that is irrelavant. You enjoy it & the value is intrinsic!
If one is looking for fame & thinks that he/she is creative then He/She will miss.Because that makes one ambitious. If fame happens good. If it does not happen good.It should noty be the consideration. The consideration is that you are enjoying what you do, as a love affair. Small things become great by the touch of love and delight!
It is possible that outwardly you may not be famous, you may not have money, you may not succeed in the so called world.But to succed in this so called world is to lose yourself.& what are you going to do with the whole world at your feet if you have lost yourself? What will you do, if you possess the whole world & you dont possess yourself? A creative person possesses his own being, he is the master.
Jesus was not famous in his day. But for Bible there would have been no record of him. He was not famous, nor success ful in his time.
The greater the person is the more time it takes for the ppl to recognize him, because when a great person is born, there are no criteria to judge him by, no maps to find him with.He has to create his own values and by the time he has created them,he is gone. It might take thousands of years for a creative person to be recognized. It is accidental for a creative person to be successful. For an uncreative destructive person it is more certain!{ the whole history is the history of murderers. If you become a murderer like Genghis Kahn, Hitler Alexander etc. you get immediate fame)
Of course you will love to share what you do. A person of love is so full that sharing automatically happens. & the more he shares the more he flows with love. You are like a well. Ppl will draw water from you & yet you will never empty out!
This was really funny; they are quite a team. Still, it must have been frustrating for them to not know what happened. Humor isn't always appropriate but in most cases, it's the best thing. It worked well here.
HUGS & KISSES to you and Jack!
Karen, thanks for all your very kind comments on the story. I've been in Phoenix all week on business with little time or energy to blog, such is an intense business trip. I have read all your comments in catching up and you've made me smile with each one. Jack has been smiling too, just so you know. :-)
Mona, I hardly know how to respond to such a kind and generous comment. I too believe that everything matters, no matter how small. A single spark and burn down an entire forest and likewise just a smile or a kind word can alter the quality of a person's day.
As for love, I believe in the law of abundance, in the fishes and loaves story, that in giving we create, in sharing we multiply, that in serving others in their time of need be alter the fabric of life to all who witness.
I believe joy is in the act, the love, the creation, not in the standing by and heaping words on top of what is no longer but a memory.
Thanks for stopping by and engaging me in such wonderful dialogue. May you have a weekend filled with peace, joy, love and compassion. :-)
Admire your talent and creativity. visited your 2 blogs, love both. Very nice artwork.
Thank you Pink. Always nice to have a new visitor. Hope to see you around again. :-)
tree...its okay. You dont have to respond to everything I say :)
I do that most of the time. Something said, I just listen , digest & absorb them...
wish you a happy weekend too!
Thank you Mona, my most gorgeous one. :-)
Hello Tree, I am visiting "Trebuchet" and love all the collections.
All pictures painted by you?
Thank for your nice comment and your visit again.
Pink, all the artwork is mine. I use as many as ten different programs (everything from Photoshop and Painter to Apophysis) to create them, but they are all mine. Most were created with the idea of moving the story along. Your kind words are always appreciated here. Thank you Pink. :-)
That was great! Made me giggle so much I almost forgot to tell you what a perfect flame that is. :-D
Oliviah, let's just say I was with John and Rog in spirit when I wrote this one. ;-)
Thank you my dear for those very kind words. I can see those wonderful sparkling eyes as if you were here. :-)
You're most welcome! I hope you are home soon and life calms down for you. You need to get your energy back for writing... and for Jack, of course. But I have a feeling that Jack doesn't need any energy; he's got enough. *HUGS & KISSES* to you both.
Karen, I'm home now but back out tomorrow for a three day trip. Good news is this trip, although still business, takes me to the pure white beaches of Pensacola, a place we vacationed quite frequently when I was a child. Then I'm home for a week or so before heading back to Phoenix, my home away from home. Thank Janus for my iPod and a great set of noise canceling headphones. :-D
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