I thought we could start our own collective Political Fiction work.
Concept: Each person adds at least a few paragraphs to the story.
If you see someone else adding to it. Please wait until they are done so that the story line does not get confused.
I'd like one of our members to start it off and we can all jump in when we feel inspired.
Full Version: The CGCS Collective Poli-Fi
QUOTE(brendan @ Feb 6 2005, 07:33 AM)
I thought we could start our own collective Political Fiction work.
Concept: Each person adds at least a few paragraphs to the story.
If you see someone else adding to it. Please wait until they are done so that the story line does not get confused.
I'd like one of our members to start it off and we can all jump in when we feel inspired.
Concept: Each person adds at least a few paragraphs to the story.
If you see someone else adding to it. Please wait until they are done so that the story line does not get confused.
I'd like one of our members to start it off and we can all jump in when we feel inspired.
Brendan, you mean apart form the political fiction being written by those in the WHite House?
Edie
QUOTE(Edie @ Feb 7 2005, 01:06 PM)
Brendan, you mean apart form the political fiction being written by those in the WHite House?
Edie
Edie
if i wasnt laughin' i'd be cryin'kind of, I was thinking a post-modern version of the Illuminatus Trilogy: The Eye in the Pyramid, The Golden Apple, Leviathan
by Robert Shea, Robert Anton Wilson
CHAPTER 1
Three Hundred Thousand
He tried to shut it out, but the image kept returning in full color....irritating, to say the least. For some reason, they believed him - EVERY time. It was fascinating to watch their faces glow as he uttered those familiar and rousing phrases at the podium....never failed to make his groin tingle - an involuntary action, to be sure...but...it has been awhile and it was good to know the basic equipment was still "up" and running.
He smiled, in spite of himself - in front of over 300,000 gathered before him in awe.
Three Hundred Thousand
He tried to shut it out, but the image kept returning in full color....irritating, to say the least. For some reason, they believed him - EVERY time. It was fascinating to watch their faces glow as he uttered those familiar and rousing phrases at the podium....never failed to make his groin tingle - an involuntary action, to be sure...but...it has been awhile and it was good to know the basic equipment was still "up" and running.
He smiled, in spite of himself - in front of over 300,000 gathered before him in awe.
"I wonder what he's thinking", the small boy said to his friend who happened to be a parrot-like bird...
He watched with detachment as the restless crowd tried its best to press as close to the razor-topped fencing as their physical bodies would allow them.
The rapture was coming, and they were going to be holding one of the limited chits of diamonds and rubies that would allow their ascension.
Their faith and their fate depended on being here at the correct moment.
"Hmmmm....look at that. Honestly." the boy muttered.
He watched with detachment as the restless crowd tried its best to press as close to the razor-topped fencing as their physical bodies would allow them.
The rapture was coming, and they were going to be holding one of the limited chits of diamonds and rubies that would allow their ascension.
Their faith and their fate depended on being here at the correct moment.
"Hmmmm....look at that. Honestly." the boy muttered.
Time to go
Time to go
Time to go
A voice inside kept saying. Emily was not a woman that ran from anything, even herself, and she paid the price.
Four stories and a broken shoulder later she understood. Laying there half-gimp in the acidic dew, the stinging sensation brought back her vigor. Grabbing her map she heads for a tall bush by the main entrance, the force of the fall slowing her down more than she'd like.
A security probe skims the tree-line, given away by its blue lights. Emily sees three flashes, waits 5 seconds then storms the front door. A sound from the center of all things is felt more than heard as the guards bodies turn into electric sand, the massive marble columns supporting the inner hall begin to flex and resonate, paintings come to life as their frames twist. Plaster falls off the walls in large chucks only to dissolve in mid air.
Emily waves at three figures standing still, they move slowly through the sound towards the service entrance, one of the figures much larger than the other two.
Time to go
Time to go
A voice inside kept saying. Emily was not a woman that ran from anything, even herself, and she paid the price.
Four stories and a broken shoulder later she understood. Laying there half-gimp in the acidic dew, the stinging sensation brought back her vigor. Grabbing her map she heads for a tall bush by the main entrance, the force of the fall slowing her down more than she'd like.
A security probe skims the tree-line, given away by its blue lights. Emily sees three flashes, waits 5 seconds then storms the front door. A sound from the center of all things is felt more than heard as the guards bodies turn into electric sand, the massive marble columns supporting the inner hall begin to flex and resonate, paintings come to life as their frames twist. Plaster falls off the walls in large chucks only to dissolve in mid air.
Emily waves at three figures standing still, they move slowly through the sound towards the service entrance, one of the figures much larger than the other two.
Nice idea! I PMed you B! :D
QUOTE(brendan @ Feb 12 2005, 12:12 AM)
Time to go
Time to go
Time to go
A voice inside kept saying. Emily was not a woman that ran from anything, even herself, and she paid the price.
Four stories and a broken shoulder later she understood. Laying there half-gimp in the acidic dew, the stinging sensation brought back her vigor. Grabbing her map she heads for a tall bush by the main entrance, the force of the fall slowing her down more than she'd like.
A security probe skims the tree-line, given away by its blue lights. Emily sees three flashes, waits 5 seconds then storms the front door. A sound from the center of all things is felt more than heard as the guards bodies turn into electric sand, the massive marble columns supporting the inner hall begin to flex and resonate, paintings come to life as their frames twist. Plaster falls off the walls in large chucks only to dissolve in mid air.
Emily waves at three figures standing still, they move slowly through the sound towards the service entrance, one of the figures much larger than the other two.
Time to go
Time to go
A voice inside kept saying. Emily was not a woman that ran from anything, even herself, and she paid the price.
Four stories and a broken shoulder later she understood. Laying there half-gimp in the acidic dew, the stinging sensation brought back her vigor. Grabbing her map she heads for a tall bush by the main entrance, the force of the fall slowing her down more than she'd like.
A security probe skims the tree-line, given away by its blue lights. Emily sees three flashes, waits 5 seconds then storms the front door. A sound from the center of all things is felt more than heard as the guards bodies turn into electric sand, the massive marble columns supporting the inner hall begin to flex and resonate, paintings come to life as their frames twist. Plaster falls off the walls in large chucks only to dissolve in mid air.
Emily waves at three figures standing still, they move slowly through the sound towards the service entrance, one of the figures much larger than the other two.
"There she is." One dark figure starts trotting toward her then changes into dusty fog as she passes.
"Now what." he mutters as he kneels toward her, trying to catch her scent-the night didn't help.
The lithe woman towered above her two male companions,wearing a jade colored robe,which appeared to swirl down her serpantine body. John and his partner gave the rubies and diamonds a gaze dripping with disdain.
Kuan Yin collected two of the emaciated children into her arms. Glistening down her cheek, a tear fell on the boy's mangled foot, exactly where his toenail should have been.
Kuan Yin collected two of the emaciated children into her arms. Glistening down her cheek, a tear fell on the boy's mangled foot, exactly where his toenail should have been.
The team give eachother a cursory glance and sprint for the door, paying no attention to the red mist filling the hall. Out the door and into the stinging rain once more. In the flashes of lightning you can make out what Emily hopes to be grossly distorted masks wrapped around tree limbs, Kuan Yin, is afforded a better view and knows different.
Jordan sees the crew on his visor and ,much as he hates it, slides the R3TR3VER into the 3rd plane of existence to pick them up. Jordan has been with ToneFocal for 3 months and is getting used to these midnight rescue missions.
Jordan sees the crew on his visor and ,much as he hates it, slides the R3TR3VER into the 3rd plane of existence to pick them up. Jordan has been with ToneFocal for 3 months and is getting used to these midnight rescue missions.
"Man, you guys are sooo predictable" he mutters with a gritty grin smacking his teeth.
"Scoot it, dudes - if you CARE!"...So much for protocol.
"Scoot it, dudes - if you CARE!"...So much for protocol.
QUOTE(brendan @ Feb 13 2005, 09:51 PM)
The team give eachother a cursory glance and sprint for the door, paying no attention to the red mist filling the hall. Out the door and into the stinging rain once more. In the flashes of lightning you can make out what Emily hopes to be grossly distorted masks wrapped around tree limbs, Kuan Yin, is afforded a better view and knows different.
Jordan sees the crew on his visor and ,much as he hates it, slides the R3TR3VER into the 3rd plane of existence to pick them up. Jordan has been with ToneFocal for 3 months and is getting used to these midnight rescue missions.
Jordan sees the crew on his visor and ,much as he hates it, slides the R3TR3VER into the 3rd plane of existence to pick them up. Jordan has been with ToneFocal for 3 months and is getting used to these midnight rescue missions.
There is no distortion. They are not masks. Kuan Yin knows as he know most things. It was the lightening beckoned from the last plane of memories, the so called astral plane, that created the masks in the first place. No one would have known of their existence but for the memories of the last plane, and Emily had pierced it. It was now eternal and not even Jordan, fighting the glare of red mist seeping into his visor, could save her.
"Emily," he cried as he reached for the last plain sliding slowly from the red mist and into the present, into the sight of those on the first plain, "you could have been immortal."
She laughed. It was an insane laugh, one of screams and giddyness. "Kuan Yin will watch over you forever..." and she was gone into the moment that was.
Kuan Yin smiled, a Cheshire Cat in reverse, a hole in a face where the teeth had been.
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