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01/01 Direct Link
So, a new year! A new start, for everything! For my writing here at 100 Words, for one. This year I'm not just going to fill the pages like I have been doing lately in lack of time. I thought I'd write a story instead, one that spans across an entire month; maybe more. That way there will always be something to write about, and I can keep blogging and keeping a diary on the side without posting the same thing on both places, AND I'll be able to catch up easily if I fall behind (probable)! Happy New Year! :)
01/02 Direct Link
Elmer had always been a bit of a loner. He just didn't work well together with other people. They all thought differently. Their train of thought never ran on the same tracks as his. Eventually he had just given up trying to communicate with them and started communicating with himself, and soon he found that he was much smarter than anyone else was. Indeed, he was a genius, but he didn't tell it to anybody. He lived in his own prodigious world and solved all his problems with ease without their interference. Then one day, police knocked at his door.
01/03 Direct Link
Elmer heard the knocking from the kitchen. He was working on a tuna sandwich with a blue foam made of berries and a pasta of Guava. The knock was repeated as he calmly rinsed his hands in the basin. He had never been a very hurried person. That was part of his genius. The flow of the world didn't bother him or affect him one bit, he just moved at his own pace, and when people fell behind that was their problem. The police knocked a third time on the door. He was drying his hands now, scrutinizingly, without hurry.
01/04 Direct Link
He was on his way to open the door when it burst open. A foot flew through the newly formed hole, and soon the body of a Kevlar-clad SWAT trooper followed it. He held a rifle in his hands, raised, and immediately reacted to Elmers movements. With a voice as loud as a nuclear fallout siren he heeded that Elmer STOP RIGHT THERE! and while attaining to catch his balance, his rifle not for one second not pointed at Elmer, the rest of the SWAT team entered the apart. Elmer looked at the group curiously, as if they were alien to him.
01/05 Direct Link
On the window sat a flowerpot. The flowerpot watched this sequence of action timidly, behind the glass, sheltered from whatever would effect a normal human, but when the SWAT enforcer burst through the door the pot was so shook that it fell to the street below. A flower, a valiant dandelion, fell with it, screaming as it sailed through the air down through a smoggy concrete abyss. It landed in the gutter, and as the flowerpot shattered the dandelion managed to catch a tiny crack between sidewalk and street, shoved in a root, and as far as I know it still grows.
01/06 Direct Link
Meanwhile, Elmer was being interrogated. Where he was the day before yesterday. What he had done that night on the 15th. Who he had seen last Monday. Which supermarket he had visited for Christmas and if he knew an arms dealer named Lars. The questions fluttered through the air, and Elmer was starting to feel a bit flustered. Quite a bit flustered actually. He didn't know the answers to any of these questions, and the SWAT team didn't care, or didn't believe him, and they didn't tell him where they were going with it either. If they told him, maybe he could help. In fact, maybe he could solve their entire case.
01/07 Direct Link
What was their case? Elmer drifted away in thought, pondering the case that they might have cooked up for him. A notorious villain by the name of Jim France, English, 27 years old, living in New Papa Guinea, had brutally slaughtered an officer in active duty. This officer had been on the lookout team surveying an area of underground casinos, and as he was preparing to report their locations to the center of command he was brutally strangled from behind by a wire saw, it was all very... "DO YOU HEAR WHAT I'M TELLING YOU?" It was that nuclear fallout siren voice again.
01/08 Direct Link
"You better answer when I'm speaking to you! You better listen when I'm talking to you! Do you hear me, boy? Huh?" The man with loud voice was in close proximity to Elmer's face now, and he could do nothing but flinch and move backwards in his seat, trying to escape this yelling maniac. Of course he couldn't escape. He was a prison in his own apartment, interrogated by 7 fierce looking officers for a crime he had probably never committed and even more probably knew nothing about. Why him? What could the possible link be? He started drifting away...
01/09 Direct Link
Something struck him. The large fist of the yelling officer. He was getting really mad now. Elmer probably didn't look as perturbed as he felt, and his expression must have mocked the officer, because his fist showed no pardon. There were steps in the hall, and soon a new figure appeared on the scene. He was their commander, it appeared by the way they titled him, and with quick steps he made his way up to Elmer. "Greetings, stranger" the commander replied, and looked down at him with a curious smile on his face. Now let me just take off this mask...
01/10 Direct Link
From behind the mask a green glow pulsed as the edges were loosened, and a hideous face appeared. The face of a demon creature from another world. The SWAT team didn't seem to notice. Their attention was still focused on Elmer, and even though the commander was now pulsating green light on all surrounding uniforms it seemed they were completely oblivious to him. "Elmer. Let me speak through your head for a while", the commander said. But it was not like he said it, it was almost as if Elmer had thought it. Was he really speaking in his mind?
01/11 Direct Link
Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind. Speaking in his mind.
01/12 Direct Link
The thought grew within him. It echoed in his skull as if his mind had grown to a large cavern and he was sitting at a great window looking out on the streets of Paris in spring. The commander sat opposite him at the table, now with his mask on. He looked human, but Elmer knew that under that false plastic shell we has much more, he was an intruder in this world. And now, an intruder in his mind. "I hope you don't mind that I stepped in for a moment", the commander said. "Much easier to speak here than outside"...
01/13 Direct Link
Outside... as in. The real world? So this was just a dream. This was just a projection within his cranium. This was all contained within his brain. It was strange to think, but at the same time it all made perfect sense. Elmer was suddenly growing very tired. As if he sensed this, the commander assured him: "It won't be long, this might drain you of energy a bit. Human brains aren't very well adapted to mind life" To my life. He chuckled. This was so odd that it might as well be a dream, but no, he knew that it was not.
01/14 Direct Link
So, what do you want from me? Elmer wondered. The alien did not crave his soul. He had no desire for earthly materials. All that he truly desired was peace, and so, a bunny hopped down through the clouds. It landed on the bed with the softest motion, propelled back into the air again as if it had sprung back from a trampoline, then fell down again, soft as a wad of cotton. But then again, that's the way of bunnies. They are soft, they are swift, and they are like wads of cotton in many ways. The day was swift.
01/15 Direct Link
Meanwhile, the flower grew on the pavement. It grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and it grew and suddenly it was so tall that it reached Elmer's window.
01/16 Direct Link
Elmer looked from the bunny to the window, and he saw a flower. It stared in through his window. Safe behind the glass shield. But it was not the normal flower. In fact it was so large that it blocked off all sunlight into the apartment, and its colorful figure was seen only as a menacing shadow to the inhabitants of that apartment. The alien fled, the SWAT troops with him (still not aware that their commander was alien) and the bunny soon after. Elmer was relieved. Relieved that they had left, but his world had gone dark. The building was shrinking.
01/17 Direct Link
And then, SUDDENLY, he woke up! The blanket was sweaty and his perspiring face chilled from an outside breeze. Looking out through the window he saw the stars, the moon, shining valiantly amidst the greater darkness. One of them looked like a flower. In the distance. If it really was a flower, millions of miles times a million away... then it must be huge. He recalled the flower outside his own window, and the commander with a skin that pulsated green. Was he out there, somewhere? Hiding on the dark side of the moon? The night was still and fancy.
01/18 Direct Link
One who was not still, the next morning, was Elmer. He was just going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going.
01/19 Direct Link
Even during the day, Elmer kept going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going.
01/20 Direct Link
And as night crept closer, Elmer was still going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and...
01/21 Direct Link
Then he went no more, because he fell into the abyss of dreams, where there were bunnies, and aliens, and giant flowers that grew from cracks in the pavement, the whole city a jungle of dandelions, their stems competing with the skyscrapers for light and a place to live. The police swarmed like ants, equipped with chainsaws, but they could not eradicate the menace! The flowers were everywhere! The world grew dark and dreadful, and as Elmer watched from his apartment window, the dandelions finally blotted out the sun and it was, completely, black. And yet the flowers grew further. [The End]
01/22 Direct Link
Hmm... so that was different. Writing this over a span of days, it seems that my mind also shifted in mood, something that's probably quite apparent as you read the text. If you actually read it. Not that it's not worth reading but it did get a bit random for a while there. And then I ran out of things to say, the story kind of spiraled off and shriveled up. How can real authors actually come up with a consistent storyline when they puzzle their pieces together through so many days? It's harder than I thought it would be!
01/23 Direct Link
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01/24 Direct Link
The days sure pass quickly. Not too long ago it was the start of a new year, and now the month is almost over, and I still haven't sorted my shit out. Some of it's sorted... most of it's not, but isn't that how it always is? I suppose I should accept that and just make the most of the situation instead of feeling down when things don't go according to plan. Anyhoo, the big plan is to just keep writing. The more I write, the more I write, the more I write. It's a viciously nutritious cycle! Sorry bout the filler.
01/25 Direct Link
I've been writing reviews lately. I've written about a hundred reviews each day the past... day. I've been reviewing consistently pretty much every day of the new year thus far, almost, but after a while it becomes all I think about or do so I just have to stop and do other things, and then I start not reviewing at all. Why do even the simplest things become obsessions so easily? Like following a series. I can't keep from watching s weekly episode of One Piece, not one week, even when I plan to collectively watch a bunch of episodes.
01/26 Direct Link
My sister gave me this hat with a Chinese symbol on it. She didn't feel it fit her, so, I get a free hat. :D Unfortunately I can't read Chinese though so I have no idea what the sign on it actually reads, something I'd like to know before I start wearing it. I mean, what if it says something like... well, you know, something insulting or inappropriate like 'F*** The Police' or 'Vote For ____'. There's no way to be sure! I'm hoping it's something clever and witty, like 'This Dude is Awesome' or 'Hat'. Hehe. Gotta get it translated...
01/27 Direct Link
January really passed quick. I've achieved a lot, but it feels like I could have done more as well. When months go this fast it always feel like I didn't work fast enough. At the same time, it feels like 2012 was ages ago. It's remarkable how quickly we can forget about the past and move onward. I guess it's a protective mechanism that keeps us from worrying about the old, or thinking irrationally, or not buying stuff because the prices go up so much over the years. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's for the greater good! Onto February! :)
01/28 Direct Link
I watched 'Delta Squad' the other day, an old war movie with Chuck Norris. Since I watched 'Missing in Action' I've had my appetite whetted, so I'm on a venture to watch all the action movies he's made. It turns out he has a son named Eric Norris, who's also debuted as a stunt man and now coordinates a lot of action. So even with Chuck Norris growing old, there's a legacy to keep good ol action going! Btw, Delta Squad was coincidentally the last movie Lee Marvin acted in, his 102th movie. RIP Lee! Gotta watch some of his movies too...
01/29 Direct Link
While I'm writing this I'm transferring a bunch of movies to my computer. Movies of me. Singing stuff. Lately I've made it a habit to actually record some of the rhymes that I write, and then post them to my site. If I actually uploaded everything I recorded the collection would already be quite large, because apparently I write a lot. The recording quality isn't really what I'd like it to be though. Not the video (which is usually just my face) or the sound (which doesn't capture any high notes). I've ordered a mic though, so... it'll get better. :)
01/30 Direct Link
So I woke up to slush today. It's actually raining outside, now, midwinter. Yesterday the world was white, today it's just a fuzzy mess of melting remnants. That's what happens when global warming... warms the globe. I just hope it'll all melt away so the new snow doesn't fall on a layer of ice, cause that's not nice. Not nice at all, it's like an icy wall, a feisty all, a spiky hall, a... yeah. Time to get to work. Time to go berserk and write like it's a verse. Even though it's just studies my buddies. See you later.
01/31 Direct Link
Last day of January huh, always feels like there's so much I need to get done on these final days. Today I woke up with two ideas in my head, two ideas for simple flash applications that I should make. So, that's what I'll be doing first today, two completely randomly useful flash applications. Unexpected.

Outside the snow withers. Everything is turning to water, and it looks like February will be the start of a new spring, and then again, there's going to snow. Why can't it just stay and pile up instead of disparaging like this? Later.