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.

Shakey Themes and on and on.

Today is but another day, the first day of the first week of the new year, how about that.  I need to post some stuff so you can see the furtherings of my story The Hidden Trap.  Here is the next segment of my tale.

  Several guards started filing down into the main hold where all the prisoners stood against the wall.  A grizzled man with a choppy beard came down the stairs, he wore a uniform of Central Union with its green flannel cut cloth.  He stood at the bottom and cleared his throat.
  "Gentlemen, you are about to become the property of the Central Union and Enforce Central, its a merging of sorts.  Whatever your crime or whatever your debt you will serve it out in the tropical heat of Sangelas VI. There is an energy shield protecting you all from the dangerous animals on the planet.
  You will each get a room mate and also you will have a daily dose of medicine that will keep you from overheating.  If you try to escape, you will be sentenced even longer, not that you could escape.  You each were tagged when you were woken, it prevents you from leaving the main facility.  Work well and you might leave on good behavior.  Don't press your luck, no one has ever been that good..." The official cleared his throat again and called for the roster.
  He read through the names quickly, the man next to Mort whispered, "His name is The Grinder.  Most officers call him Griff, but who knows.  We've been assigned as roommates, the name is Chancer and you?" he finished.
  "Mort, I don't know honestly why I'm here, but I swear if I get out, I'll hunt down the bitch that put me here." Mort felt utter contempt for Cynthia now, he didn't want to feel anything else.
  "Easy buddy, we all were sent here for no reasons, most of us aren't even criminals.  Don't worry, just do your work and you'll know when to go..." He trailed off.
  Griff came tromping over to Mort and Chancer almost immediately.  "Did I ask you to speak! Stay against the wall or I'll make you stay." Griff pounded Chancer hard in the stomach sending him crunching to the floor.
  He looked at Mort and swung hard at his face.  Mort saw the blow coming and dodged out of the way.  Griff slammed his fist in to the cold metal causing a small dent.   Realizing the pain, Griff stiffled a scream and glared at Mort.  "I can make things real difficult for you.  Corporal, put these two in the box.  Drop it just before we land.  You know the drill." Griff smiled showing his three missing teeth and the gold filling.
  Mort was pushed from the wall and Chancer was removed from the floor, they hurried them through two double blast doors and then the guards shoved Mort to the floor, knocking him unconscious.  Chancer was picked up and the lead guard held him by the collar.
  "My sister's got a new man, you won't survive to see her again." The guard laughed and punched Chancer until he landed with a loud clang against the floor.  Everything went black.

Well, that was quite exciting wasn't it? Until next week TTFN. Ta Ta For Now.

New Year Resolution?

I don't believe in new year resolutions, but I will try to be better about posting something at least once a week on my blog.  It's really hard to keep up with this with so many other things going on around me.  I'll try better in the future.  Keep watch I'll try to post stuff for a new story after my current one. See ya later.