Jan 17, 2017

Never Been Tased

Kell02 pressed the button on the small taser and an arc of blue electricity leaped from the twin prongs with a sharp crackling sound. She had charged the small device last night, now all she needed to find someone who'd give her a taste of what she needed.

There was a time when Kell02 would spend hours on her phone looking through all the dating apps, just to find someone who'd be willing to tase her on their date.

"No hookups" her profile would proudly state. "I am here for one purpose only. I need to get tased. I don't care if you're a guy or a girl."

Mostly, guys would reply to her profile, asking if she was some kind of freak. Girls, well, girls knew crazy from miles away. She had talked to some boys at length, but they always backed out in the end. No one, so far, was willing to zap some sense into her. She had realized the fault of her approach soon. She was laying it all out on the table by being truthful and honest. She needed a new tact, something so stupid that it falls head over heels into genius category.

So, Kell02 put the taser in her pocket and walked out into the world looking for a man (or a woman) who'd tase her. She had no idea why this desire manifested so strongly in her, but it was something that she needed and wanted with all her heart and soul. She'd even offered money on online forums for someone to tase her. But what can an unlucky girl do? No one took her up on her offer.

These online bozos, all talk, she thought to herself and spat on the ground. She had walked quite a bit looking through the shops in the market. Looking for someone, even though she didn't know who or what she was looking for. She let serendipity guide her feet and oh, did lady luck love strong legs?

Night fell and Kell02 still kept on walking as the cars on the roads decreased in their numbers and creatures of nightlife slowly emerged from their cocoon, like moths straining to break free, spreading their wings to emerge as beautiful butterflies.

She walked the road near the lake as lights from the city danced on the rippling surface of the water, creating strange reveries as some kind of acid trip dream. She stood close to the railing of the lake and leaned on it, just looking at the lights on the water's surface, wondering all the time if she'd get to get tased tonight. Kell02 lit a cigarette and watched the smoke plume around her fingers as she took a drag, inhaled it in deep and blew smoke into the night.

She heard someone walking in her direction. It was a man wearing a sweatshirt with an oversized hood. She could hardly see his face under the hood. He was bigger than her and built like a brick house. His walk suggested that he was not the kind of man that people fucked with. He was the kind of man that fucked people up. But she was not afraid, she had her fingers wrapped around her taser.

"Excuse me," the man said. He had a small and gentle voice for a man so big. "Can I bum a smoke?"

She took out her packet of cigarettes and shook one out for him. He daintily took a cigarette and she offered him her lighter. He lit the cigarette and handed the lighter back to her. They stood there at the railing, smoking for a while, without speaking, without looking at each other. Just two absolute strangers in the night.

The man finished his cigarette and flicked the butt in the water. He started to turn and walk away, but he stopped for a moment.

"You know," he said, "it might sound weird, but can I ask a small favor from you?"

Kell02 shrugged. "Go ahead."

He put his hand in the pocket of his sweatshirt and brought out a taser that was a bigger and advanced model of the taser that Kell02 had.

"Would you tase me, please?"

Two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl.

I think I should write more of these. Right?

Jan 8, 2017

2017. Plans that will fail.

Not a story, this.

Just the plain ol' me, talking to the plain old you. Maybe you're special, but I have no way of knowing that. I'll just assume you're reading and you're well, wherever you are.

2016, in review, was not that stellar a year creativity wise. I got busy with other things and I was not able to meet my writing goals and aspirations for this blog. But that's done and gone. No point in crying over spilled milk. We have 2017 on our hands and should I make promises about what I want to do with and on this blog in this year? Nah, I don't think so. Promises get broken and plans fail.

So we'll wing it. If we succeed in doing something amazing here, so be it. If we fail, then it won't matter because no one will know about it.

I finished the black card chronicles last year. There are a few other stories in the oven right now. Slow cooking in my brain pan.

I am going to edit and revise the black card story, add some chapters, flesh out the characters some more. I have some problems with the story and I need to improve it by adding and removing things from it. Once that is done, it goes on kindle and away from here. So, if you've read it, good for you, if you've not, then wait for a better version on Kindle.

Other than that, Project City is going on about 25,000 words. Yes. But that project is nowhere near completion and I need to devote some serious time to write that.

I am working on two new short stories. I swear when I was younger and I had no idea about writing, I could bang out these fuckers like it was going out of style. Now I obsess over the plot and narrative like I am some kind of pro-writer. No. I am just a hack. I have stories in my head, and I want to tell them. Just like the first story I wrote on this blog, just like the last story I'll write on this blog.

So, onwards 2017. Let's hope for more fiction and less talking.

Dec 20, 2016

Epilogue -- Picking Up The Pieces

Lisa went through her bag of books like a fiend. She was looking for one particular edition of a book that was supposed to be lost in time. She found the book and sliced through the thick cardboard front cover with a sharp knife. The cover split apart and a black card fell to the ground. She picked up the card and started to think about her plan to acquire the other two.


Inside the cabal's headquarter, the mood was morose. Tension lay heavy on the table. “Jester has gone AWOL,” the fat man known as Porco said as he shoveled prawn rice into his mouth.

Cocotte sipped wine and glared at Porco. “I knew something like this might happen. I have another agent in the field. We still might get our hands on not one but two black cards.”


Mongrifier sprawled under a book shelf. Basking in the glow of old pages and heady scent of his library. He was back in his domain and things were alright everywhere. He leisurely picked up a random book and started to eat it. A weird fiction book, how quaint.

Something moved in the corner of his vision.

Something small and fast. He was up and after that thing in a flash. He saw what it was. Sitting on top of a bookshelf was a cat. There was a tag on its collar that said Mr. Kibbles.

Mongrifier fucking hated cats.

-- End Of Movement One -- 

That's it. For now. 

I am going to bring these fuckers back into some stories next soon. But for now, this is it. I hope you enjoyed it. Non existent readers. I wish you well, I really do. 

Now, are you ready to read something really fucking offensive?

You're not.



Mr. Kosmos woke up and a headache was spreading through his head into his body. The pain pulsed with an intensity that was beyond anything he had ever imagined. Jester sat in front of him, straddling a chair.

He had a bundle lying at his feet. It looked like skin. Repulsed, Mr. Kosmos realized it was skin. A feeling like a song rushed through his head. His black card was in there.

"Where's my mother?" He asked.

"She's here. Tied in the other room. You woke up earlier so I thought I'd have a little chat with you."

"Chat? I don't think I want to talk to you. You people came after me, all I did was retaliate."

"It's not that simple, Nikolai." Jester sighed. "You fucked with the wrong people when you kept that card on you."

"The card chose me! It stayed with me out of its own accord."

"You don't get it, man. Do you? There are powers behind your understanding out there. And keeping this card means calling their attention to you. You saw the Mongrifier , didn't you? There are worse things that come attached to this card."

"I fought that beast and I can fight others too once I have the card."

"You're not getting it. Plain and simple. I was tasked with getting the card and then driving a spike through your heart."

Mr. Kosmos just stared at Jester. He was alive, for now. And that meant he was still useful. For what purpose, he didn't know, but he wanted to keep it that way.

“Figured it out yet? You were right when you said the card chose you. I've tried and Lisa has tried but we can't make the card do what you can make it do. We need someone who can shift through timelines. There are things brewing in the background. World, or shall I say worlds are at risk. And, regrettably, we need your help.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, that's cool. I am game to help you people. Just give me the card.”

“I'll give you the card and something else with it too.”

“Bring it on, then.”

“I'm giving you my word. Fuck this up, and I will hunt you down through time and space and put a fucking spike in your chest. And I don't break my word for anyone. Are we clear on this?”

“Crystal. I don't fuck up helping you people and I get to go scot free once this is over.”

“More or less.”

“Please, elaborate on the less part.”

Jester squeezed his temples with his fingers. This was giving him a headache.

“I'll explain everything if you only promise to go with the flow on this one.”

“Sure. Can I get the card now?”

Jester took out his knife and sliced the threads that tied the bundle together. He took out the card and held it above Mr. Kosmos' waiting hand.

“Don't make me regret this, Nikolai.”

Mr. Kosmos just smiled and snatched the card. He felt the rush of power surge through him like a drug. The card whispered to him like a lover and he needed the love.

Everything was going to be just fine.

Absolutely fine.

Fin. For now. Some epilogue shit tomorrow. 

Dec 16, 2016

Mother Arrives

The Mongrifier roared in frustration as it pushed the car away from it. The hit had caused some damage and it could feel his insides slosh around a bit but he was angry. So angry that for now the pain didn't matter. He had to get the woman who had struck him with the vehicle.

He limped after the woman who ran full speed towards Mr. Kosmos. She reached the tree before Mongrifier could reach her. She sliced the rope binding Mr. Kosmos to the tree and the card went through the rope like a hot knife through butter.

“Gimme that!” Mr. Kosmos lunged for the card but his mother held it away from his reach.

“No! I found it, it's mine.”

He looked behind his mother and saw Mongrifier speeding up towards them.

“Mon, if you don't give me this card, we both die. You don't know how to use this thing and the animal rushing towards us is not going to stop unless you let me use this card.”

“Oh, shush. I know enough how to use this card. Now sit the fuck down and let mama do her thing.”

Mr. Kosmos shrunk away in face of the rebuke. Something small twisted itself inside him and died. He didn't have to worry for long. A hand crept up from behind him, clamped up on his mouth and dragged him. He struggled, but the hand was strong and his strength was fading after being tied up for so long. He tried calling out for his mother, but she was facing the Mongrifier and her attention was diverted.

Mongrifer saw the woman standing in front of him and slowed down. He could sense an aura of danger swirling about her like dark snakes. His hunting instinct screamed at him to leave this and get out of there, but there was something called pride and he was not going to back down from this fight.

As the Mongrifier stalked towards her, she placed a card on the ground and said a word. He didn't hear the word, but he saw the card change color from black to a bright red. A bean of red light shot up from it and spread like an umbrella over them. The tendrils of light snaked around, looking for a target, and they found the target in form of Mongrifier.

Fuck, not again, he thought as the red snakes made of light headed for him, wrapping around his limbs and then spreading as far as they could go. So, hung the Mongrifier, up in the air, stretched like a patient on a surgery table.

In his state of fear and anger, the Mongrifier thought of the only place in the worlds that gave him peace.

The library.

His eyes teared up, thinking about prancing through the shelves of books, all neatly arranged and labeled. He could smell the heady aroma of slowly decaying paper and ink. For a moment, he felt as if he was back in the library, hunting down errant dreamers that dared to enter his domain. Then the ropes tugged once more at his limbs, threatening to rip them out of their sockets. He saw the witch below him, holding fast to the magic that had struck him.

Someone slowly walked up behind the woman and raised something high above their head. Through the pain, the Mongrifier smiled.

The hardbound book struck the witch right on the nape of her neck and she went down in a bundle. The red snakes vanished and Mongrifier landed on his feet.

His savior, Lisa held the heavy book in her hands. It was a copy of Gravity's Rainbow. Saved by fiction once again.

“Are you back?” She asked him, still a bit cautious. He knew he had lost control for a while, but the knock from the car had knocked him back into his senses.

He nodded at her and then placed his paw on the black card.

She nodded back. “Back to the library, then?”

He nodded again and poured his will into the black card. The library was the only thing on his mind. He was done with this place and these people.

The card mushroomed into a cloud, enveloping the Mongrifier and once the smoke disappeared, he was gone.

Lisa looked at the woman lying at her feet who was slowly groaning and trying to get up. She raised the hardcover over her head and dropped it on the woman, knocking her back into the land of sleep once again.

We're almost at the end folks. Almost there.