Story Time

I have had children of my own for almost a decade and a half.  I was a child myself for a large number of years.  Ask my wife, and she'd say I'm still rather childish.  Knowing all of this, it's surprising that I haven't written a children's story until now.  Honestly, the thought of attempting one has never entered my mind.

During a chilly morning walk to school with my sons, one of them started singing a silly song he had recently learned.  There were no specific lyrics, just a list of animals and matching hand gestures.  The end of the song is punctuated by a slightly unexpected animal.  Now, how to turn this in to a story.....?

Word had spread.  All the animals of the forest had heard.  There was to be a large party.  There would be good food.  There would be dancing.  There would be fun with friends.  It would be a good night for all the animals invited.

Mr. and Mrs. Raccoon had decorated the glade with ribbons.  Lights of all colors hang from the branches.  Mr. Rabbit had cooked his favorite vegetables.  Mrs. Bear made a salad mixed with bright berries.  Mr. Cat caught enough fish for everyone to enjoy.  There would be a lot to eat.

The Beaver family brought their drums.  The Canary sisters had been practicing new songs for a week.  The Duck brothers had their trumpets and Fred Frog was an expert with the guitar.  Music would flow like a breeze between the leaves.

The party started and all the animals started having fun.  There was dancing.  There was good music.  There was beautiful singing and laughter.  Every animal at the party was enjoying the night.

It suddenly went silent.  The singing stopped.  The drummers stopped drumming and the horn players stopped blowing.  Everyone looked in the same direction.  They all stared at one animal that just arrived.  Nobody expected him to be at the party.  Nobody expected him to bring snacks.  Nobody ever expected Squirrel.

Who would you invite to an animal party?  What do you think they would bring?

Huh? What now?

Stories can come from anywhere at any time.  The same could be said about superheroes.

My youngest son once asked me to write a blog post about a character he was to create.  I told him I would do it under one condition.  He had to come up with a character with a decent backstory.  Then I would write the rest.

So here it is, How The Heck Did I Become A Superhero Man.

It is an average day in an average city.  Average men and women walk up and down the sidewalks going to and from work and home.  Nothing in particular causes this day to stand out from any other day.  That is, if an observer ignores the open door standing in the middle of the sidewalk.  The flow of people part around it like a stream separates around a bridge support.  A view from above would see the foot traffic around the door appears like a cat's eye with the door being the vertical slit of a pupil.

Everyone seems to do it unconciously.  They don't slow down or stop and change direction.  Conversations and cell phone calls continue on uninterrupted.  Nobody seems to notice the open door standing by itself as they pass it by.

This continues until one of the average, typical office workers walks away from the path of the others.  He crosses the middle of the "eye" and glances up from intently staring at his cell phone as his steps take him through the mysterious doorway.

For a moment, a sensation passes through his body.  From head to toe, his whole body gets a tingle similar to his hand falling asleep.  He stops.  He stands there motionless as the flow of human traffic continues to pass him by.  He moves only to turn around after hearing the door shut behind him.  Without knowing why, he picks up the door and carries it down the sidewalk in the direction of his home.

Weeks have passed.  The man that had passed through the door now spends his days working with the other average employees in the office.  During the nights, he explores his new abilities.  One of which seems to be no longer needing to sleep.  He seems to be able to run long distances without becoming tired.  He can lift extreme weights.  He is even able to hold is breath for extremely long times.  Powers and abilities he uses rarely, only when an incident happens right before him.  He doesn't seek out justice or an end to all crime.  At least, not yet.

All of this from simply walking through the door that now stands alone in the middle of his living room.  A door that hasn't opened since that fateful day so many weeks ago.  The entire time a question lurks in his mind.  A question that is the basis for his "super" identity for the time being.  How-The-Heck-Did-I-Become-A-Superhero-Man.  A clumsy title, he admits.  However, a symbol with a simple question mark had been taken by a comic villain.  He also didn't feel that wearing a suit with a door on his chest carried the right impact.

It always amazes me the things that come from the mind of a child.

Who do you think the archnemesis of this hero would be?  Where would that villain get their powers?

Powers

Once again, the inspiration for a story comes from somewhere unexpected.  I was experiencing the Kansas City Renaissance Festival with my wife and oldest son.  We watched some jousting, sampled a turkey leg, listened to some choirs, and flew through the air on a zip line.

One fun area was an arena in which competitors could battle anyone and everyone with soft foam swords for 15 minutes.  They also had a small field where you could fight a knight with a live blade after a brief yet detailed lesson in swordsmanship.

One vendor carried a range of mock-up weapons of different materials.  There were scimitars, bastard swords, great swords, hand axes, and hammers.  Plastic versions sat embedded in bales of hay.  Wooden samples were grouped in barrels.  All of this combined to spark a new story in my mind.

For most people, toy stores are filled with play things and items of childish joy.  For me, they are so much more.  Inside are tools, comrades, and, most importantly, weapons.  In my hands, anything intended for fun can become a real version of itself.  A plastic chainsaw becomes a roaring tool for felling trees.  A toy pistol turns into a full-fledged deadly firearm.

My personal favorite is foam swords.  I get a special feeling each time a lightweight handle shifts in my hand and becomes a leather wrapped grip.  The sword becomes heavier as the blade extends and shifts from a dull gray to the shine of steel.  I have to keep myself from giggling with glee as what was once a plaything is now a deadly weapon in my hand.

Now, don't misunderstand me.  It doesn't matter what the toy is made of, my touch has the ability to turn it into a real weapon.  A wooden sword becomes just as metallic as one made of plastic or foam.  Firearms are just as lethal whether originally plastic, aluminum, or even soap.  They will be loaded with a single magazine.

My ability does have its limits.  After the rounds are exhausted in a gun, it becomes a toy again, but broken and useless to anyone now.  Swords also have their limits.  After wielding one

All of this started when I was a toddler.  It only took my parents a short amount of time to figure out why my stuffed dogs kept disappearing and real puppies appeared in my room.  Back then, the transformations seemed to happen at random.  My parents learned to give me generic toys that didn't represent anything in reality.  Until I was 12 or so and learned how to control my ability.  Then things got real fun.

These days I have become particularly popular at the toy stores and imitation weapons vendors at the local Ren Fest.  Some of the sword guys actually make custom blades for me without knowing what I actually use them for.  Just that I buy lots of their products.

I have also become a degree of infamous in the back alleys at night.  I'm not fighting super villains in flashy battles up and down the streets.  I am stopping muggers and watching out for innocent people walking the streets.  I wonder what the toughs and macho jerks that I beat down would say if they knew they were getting knocked around by a toy.

What is a super power you wish you had?  Is it one that exists in the comics or a completely new one?What would you do with such a power?  Let everyone know in the comments.

Combat

We have spent weeks in the trenches.  So much longer than headquarters told us we would be here.  The people we are fighting were supposed to be pushovers.  The plan was to march into town and set ourselves up in the middle of town.  There our captain had a prepared speech he would give.  His words would inform everyone in the small town that they were now under our jurisdiction and control.  Even though they would be subject to our laws and regulations, we would be leaving their current leaders in place.  That's how things were supposed to happen anyway.

We came under fire as we crested the hill outside the town.  It was precise fire from the trees lining the road.  There was incoming from so many different directions, we didn't have any time to locate any of the shooters.  A handful of the newer recruits fired randomly into the trees.  The order to retreat was given and everyone fell back in a disciplined group. We cleared the trees and the attack stopped.  Five bodies lay on the ground.  The soldiers that had fired at the town citizens were all dead.  Their remains would be left there until our mission was completed.  At that time, we all thought it would only be a few hours longer than originally planned.

We could only assume those dead soldiers were still laying out in the open where they had fallen.  It had been impossible for us to get that close to the town again.  During the weeks since we had lost more friends and fellow soldiers.  We never saw the residents themselves.  Just heard shots ring out as soldiers tried to maneuver out of our covered positions.  More often than not, the soldiers that had become uncovered would then fall.  The morale of the entire squad was lower than ever.  Even our rations were running frighteningly low, despite the decrease in hungry stomachs that needed filling.

The captain had tried to communicate with headquarters.  They kept repeating that we had to be mistaken.  Their reports said the residents of the town were all unarmed.  According to the people safe and sound behind their office doors, this mission was a cake walk.  No reinforcements were coming and  we would be extracted once it was confirmed the town was under our control.  At this point it seemed like we would be fighting here to our last man.  An end that was getting closer faster than anyone expected it ever would.

With so few of us left, I now find myself the second in command.  Only the captain himself outranks me.  Should he fall, I have sworn to myself to ignore headquarters.  When the decision is mine, we will surrender and let the residents take us all prisoner.  There's nothing they could do to us that would be worse than sitting here waiting to die.  Is there?

Musical Interlude

There are a number of writing challenges out there.  Some come as suggestions in an email.  Others can be found on websites offering authors the chance to post the results.  Occasionally they seem to come out of nowhere.  

I was having a conversation with my sons about boy bands.  A pun was made that included the names of a couple of popular bands.  This ignited a spark of inspiration.  It came to me that I should try to write a story that included the names of some bands hidden in the tale.  To fit the narrative, I did alter some band names to the way they are pronounced and not the "official" names.

It is a time of war.  The government was giving massive incentives to citizens in order to get them to join the military.  So much so, there was a big time rush to recruitment centers to sign up.  The media was proud to broadcast numerous stories of victories.  The exact nature of the enemy was never announced.  Nobody seemed to want to know who we were fighting as long as we were winning.

It seemed like everyone was willing to fight and risk dying to maintain the upper hand over an enemy they didn't know.  The people came from all walks of like.  Hard workers from the backstreet.  Boys from rich neighborhoods.  Girls who had only been competitive on the pageant runway.  All for one purpose, signing up and getting their incentive.  It seemed like you only had to point a finger.  Bang, you had a new recruit.

Regardless of their background, all of these raw recruits were sent to train at boot camp.  As soon as the fresh arrivals, the new kids on the block as it were, got a quick lesson in military discipline.  In order to field the best fighting force, they would all be equally transformed from boys to men.  After a few months of intense training and combat practice, everyone would be shipped out.  Once at the battlefield, they would be given only one direction.  Win at any cost.

It would be only after a day's hard combat and numerous losses that the true enemy would be revealed.  There was no real enemy.  The troops were being commanded to fight each other.  Survivors would be sent back to the battlefield again the next day.  Regardless of who won, victory could be claimed by the leaders that kept sending recruits in to fight themselves.

Did you see the names for all 7 bands?  Can you write a sentence or phrase with another musical group's name?  Let me know what you think in the comments.

Game Time

There are any of a number of adventures you can take on a daily basis.  Various universes to explore.  Personalities to experience.  Opportunities to either help or hinder, build or destroy.  With the activity I have in mind, here are just some of the things you can enjoy.

A swarm of dragons covers the sky.  Paths through the clouds appear before them as they swoop high over the ground.  The paths curve and bend through near misses between soaring bodies.  Occasionally unlucky dragons collide or run out of sky, only to disappear entirely.  Until, at last, only one is left to rule the heavens.

Money changes hands.  Land is bought and sold.  Homes are built and upgraded.  Entrepreneurs haggle and try to make their money work hard for them.  They acquire utilities and collect fees each time their associates utilize what they have to offer.  Risks are taken that may cause an individual to end up behind bars until they serve their time or pay to get out.  Ultimately, the victor is the one with the most money at the end.

Monsters are attacking a major metropolis.  They throw buses against buildings and scatter the denizens that live inside.  Walls are toppled by breath attacks.  Unfortunate citizens are consumed by the monsters to fuel their rage.  At times, even the monsters themselves are harmed by the actions of the other attackers.  The final monster standing rules over the destroyed wasteland that remains.

Not every family is happy or particularly successful.  Some are menaced by mice, Others become trapped on a train.  There is even a chance a member of one of these unlucky families might be terrified by topiary.  The only favor someone can do for these suffering families is to help them end their suffering by shuffling off their mortal coils.

A team travels through caverns and castles.  They encounter monsters and collect treasures.  During each battle, members of the team may help their mates to defeat the powerful beast, or slip something to the beast itself to keep their "friend" from becoming too powerful too soon.  Regardless of the result of combat, laughs are shared between the teammates.

All of these adventures are very easy to experience.  Just go to your favorite local game store and pick them up.  Each one is a board or card game.  In order they are Tsuro, Monopoly, Terror in Meeple City, Gloom, and Munchkin.  In these times of digital downloads and electronic devices everywhere, board and card games can still be just as enjoyable.  Just get some friends and/or family together and have an afternoon of games.  

With a little luck, it might become a regular event.

Busy Times

Ok.  I will admit it.  I missed the last two updates.  My real world job became a lot more time consuming than expected.  I have also had to spread thin what little spare moments I had left.  I had to wrap up editing on my new book and format everything to get it ready for publication.  I have also had to pick up supplies for my first solo sales in a booth during the upcoming Pioneer Days Festival.

With all that on my plate, I simply have not had enough in me to come up with new blog posts.  There hasn't been enough room in my brain for new stories to develop and start banging around.  With that in mind, I present a cheap dodge to coming up with something new today.  Here is an excerpt from my new novel, coming out very soon.

As they leave the system, Christian leaves his cabin and relieves Traylor in the pilot's cabin. She leaves the small space and climbs down to the otherwise empty galley to grab a bite to eat. She fails to notice as a figure appears out of nothingness behind her. The figure walks and stands directly behind Traylor as she is hunched over, eating. The new figure makes no noise or sounds. No breath fills the figure's lungs. No indications of soft footsteps on the hard deck. The figure simply stands directly behind Traylor, unnoticed.

Traylor continues to eat, looking up only when chewing to glance at the monitor displaying the relationship between the KRENNET and the other ship. She continues to eat, enjoying the peace and quiet of the galley with Christian piloting the ship and everyone else asleep or otherwise enjoying themselves in their cabins. She enjoyed being with the other members of the small crew, but sometimes being by herself was preferable.

As Traylor once again looks down at her food to get another bite, the figure behind her vanishes. Less than a second later the figure is sitting in the previously empty chair to Traylor's right, just at the edge of her peripheral vision when she eventually looks up again.

Traylor catches the edge of the figure in the corner of her eye. She jumps back in her chair, moving away from the table and preparing to defend herself from this sudden invader. Traylor finds her heart is racing faster than she thinks it ever has. She doesn't know where this other person came from or what their intentions may be. She only knows that her ship and the rest of the crew must be protected.

“Crystal! Alert the others, there is an invader in the galley!” Traylor yells up to the AI's audio pickup above the table. She keeps here eyes on the figure still seated at the table. The unexpected guest is a female human with long, blonde hair, smooth olive skin, and eyes of the deepest blue Traylor has ever seen.

Once things are finalized and the book is fully released, announcements will be made on Twitter and Facebook.  Until, then go, read, enjoy.