Future Dream Part 1

1) Morning

  Darkness, stuffy air, a rotating fan spinning and the dog sleeping peacefully next to my body. I awoke suddenly like so many mornings, shocked out of bed, listening to a classic rock song on the radio.  Time for work again, I stumbled out of bed, clicking the dog's collar on him. I looked back at my wife sleeping quietly.
  In our living room, I turn on the lamp, it brought intense pain to my eyes. Why is it always like this? Will my efforts ever have a stopping point?  Working for a company where I don't clock in or out gets frustrating to say the least. I still go through the motions hoping to find another job.
  The dog runs back and forth from the living room to the porch door, waiting for me to take him out. I complied, taking him romping out into the jungle of our back yard. My thoughts again strayed to the night before. It was the same routine over and over again, never changing. The same arguement, the same food, the same boring night. Once again at the dog's urging, I brought him back inside. He waited patiently as I get him his food.  Ah, a shower, one of the things I look forward to in the morning.  I got out of my clothes, turned on the shower, letting the water run over me intensely.
  I have a lot on my mind this morning. I don't normally think so much on a Thursday. It's not like things change that much at work, the same schedule, the same people. Ugh, the rude production workers, pulling orders and yelling at me to fill them.  I finished my shower, allowing the water to stop from dripping off me.  Drying off, I looked into the mirror, staring at the man I am now. A few more grey hairs, a slightly larger gut, oh and more lines below my eyes.  Man when am I going to get more sleep.  I sighed, getting dressed into the scratchy, polyester uniform I wore everyday. I gathered up my dirty clothes and left the bathroom with only the thought of eating breakfast on my mind.
  Porridge again, this is the seventh time this week. I don't know still if I like it or hate it. It's all there is to eat though, so I pour the soaked oats into a pan, stirring breifly before adding more water. A few minutes later and I sat down to eat. As I'm eating I look over the emails in my phone for possible work offers...nothing. Just thinking about it brings back the memory of when finding work was easy. Yeah like that happens anymore.  Everything is difficult now.
  I finished getting ready, lunch ready, water, coat on, oh yeah, gotta put the dog in with Julie. I led Jake back down the hallway to the bedroom door and opened it just enough for him to get in.
  "I'll see you later honey," I call quietly.
  "Okay, have a good day." She muttered back.
  I feel like our marriage is in a rut right now. No fun, we don't go anywhere or do anything.  Maybe when I get home I can start to change all that.  I shut the door and get outside, putting my key to lock it.  My car, a little red voltzwagon beetle stares at me like a deer looking at headlights. It gets me to work and back, that's all that matters. I started up the motor, backing out of the driveway, I really don't want to go to work.
  Left, then straight two miles, right, left then right again, same routine. I just think about where I have to go as I start out from home.
  I came to the second stop light on my journey to work. What was I dreaming last night? What did it mean? I barely remember anything from it. The light changes green, I start out, then everything changes.

Scrap It!

Today I come to you all to report that I have lost interest in writing Hidden Trap for now. I think I'm going to focus on another story I started handwriting last night. I will keep everyone posted and hope that you all understand that even for writers or anyone who loves to write, sometimes you have to stop a story when you know its not going anywhere. Well, enough of my rambling, I hope you understand. See you all soon.

The Story will not stop.

Hello fellow humans, It is I, Randall Andrews who should not be confused with the semi well known author Randall Andrews. My middle name is with a J. Anyway if you google my name and then writer you will find the sixth or seventh image down is my signature Character which I use on all my blog ID's. Today is a short entry, I plan to continue writing my story with Mort and continue it and expand it. I will hope you like it and it will grow. Anyway that is all for today. Catch ya later people!

Free Comic Book Day

Hey Everyone, yes, I still check this blog. Just haven't posted anything in like say a year.. Well alot has happened, no time to write or anything. I did go to free comic book day though. Want to see some pictures?

Here is from Legend Comics and Coffee...

And here is from Krypton Comics...

It was great to meet Ron Glass. Well thats all for now. Hopefully this year I will be more motivated to write. Catch later people!

I'm back once again, Out of the Void of Time

Cravings for writing... I have just been out of touch with writing for awhile, got out of it and now I'm trying to get back in.  I have the next posting for The Hidden Trap.  So without me spilling about, lets get on with the story.

            Mort awoke to pitch blackness again, and felt everything moving, he could hear Chancer moan; there was something about what Griff said… “The Box”. They must be hurling through the air inside this metal cage.  Suddenly everything jolted, sending Mort and Chancer into the ceiling of the box.  As quickly as it happened, Mort was surprised they were still in one piece.  The main door automatically opened and all they could see was green foliage around them.

            “Where are we?” Mort asked.

            Chancer grumbled awake and looked out the door. “Stupid Griff, he thinks we don’t know his tricks.  We are in the prison area, just on the outskirts of it.  I’m sure of it.” He rubbed his head vigorously.  He stood at the door and stared in the northern direction.  “See there’s the guard towers and the actual ship is landing…Wait a minute! We’re on the outside of the fence!” He yelled in terror.

            “What’s so bad about being outside the fence, isn’t it better since we don’t want to be here anyway?” Mort asked confused.  In his eyes this could be the best thing, he could get back to space and find out why Cynthia had carted him off to a prison planet.  He could even start a better life.

            “Because, Dim Wit! We now have to survive the Norchalla that roam the forest!” Chancer held his head in his hand for a moment then stared back at Mort.

            “Obviously their dangerous…” Mort started.

            “Dangerous? They’ll eat anyone who escapes the prison! I’ve never seen one, but they say that their teeth are four inches long with grotesque tusks petruding from their upper jaw.  I heard from a buddy of mine who got released a year ago from this place, that he saw a guard torn in two by one of the beast.”

            “Can we make weapons?”

            “No, we were put in the box remember?” Chancer spat sarcastically.

            “I meant from the forest, surely we can make something to defend ourselves, I mean the guards that run supplies have to have ammo depots or something here.” Mort replied rather calmly.

            Mort stepped outside and grabbed three long sticks from one of the low hanging trees.  He smiled and pulled out a blade from his shoe.  “Break this one stick up into three more pieces then we’ll have some sharp weapons to defend with.”

            “How’d that get by security? Wait, I don’t want to know.” Chancer smiled.  The two busied themselves with creating the right tools to fight.

            “What did you used to do?” Chancer asked.

            “Construction and before that ship building, that’s what I really miss.” Mort replied.

            “Zero Gee?” Chancer asked.

            “Only the best way to do it, anyway, got pulled back to Pareg II when my father died and my ex was after my money ever since.” Mort scowled.

I know, its not as much as you want, but its what I have right now, more will be written.  Blah, Blah, Blah. Talk later peoples. 

Time slips into the future

Just a new look going into the new year.  Haven't made a post in a while soon I'll post more of the Hidden Trap.  Just been busy beyond belief.  Wow! Just hang on and soon you'll see more I promise.
Your blogger, Randy.

Ouch! I have slipped again into the never ending void called real life!

What must I say, I have fallen slack, I have slipped on keeping up with my blog.  Oh and I have learned a new skill, one for which I may regret.  Knitting.  Yes, I said knitting.  No! I am not gay!  Well now that we have that out of the way, slipping into the unknown realm of knitting is a bit obscure, but there are other things for which to take my time.  I will have more to write in the future. Good Night.