tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20581037241466648122024-02-20T09:02:59.805-08:00New WriterAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06250988910292252766noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058103724146664812.post-86836843485167382782012-09-12T10:32:00.003-07:002012-09-12T10:32:39.992-07:00Second Part of The Book<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: black;">During
the day, the green life sweeps the wet air from beneath, exiting the clay of
the Earth and reaching for the heavens above.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The crooked branches of the trees, a least-thought perfection, stand as
a symbol set against the midnight stars, when they shine through the smokeless
skies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The ideas of industrialization
has starved the many and pocketed the few.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This Tree of Life before Shining Stars became their emblem, and the sign
of the revolt!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dennis,
Brian's younger brother died--or, was put to death two years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After Tom failed to take him to the clinic,
they came and took him from his crib, in the middle of the night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom feigned that he forgot, and the matter
was laid to rest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dale, a former
preacher and the grandfather of Dennis, became unnerved by the killing, and
invigorated The Citizens' efforts, taking his son-in-law and his daughter into
stiff council, and taught them the very old way of life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both were part of the up-rise up to that
point, but had been so accustomed to the ways of New World that they at first
showed little interest to change.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
loss of their second-son at first made them gravely depressed, but then that
depression turned into anger and then hate and then loathe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By sheer consequence, The Citizens became a
force to be reckoned with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While other
small groups of 'terrorists' wanted change, The Citizens had the one thing they
didn't, and for that reason all joined in their alliance and pledged their
allegiance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: black;">After
a life filled with preaching, WWIII changed everything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Churches were now subordinates of the new
government, and other respects too, laid privy to only teaching how the laws
should be obeyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dale was ousted as a
heretic and stayed in hiding, but never forgot the old ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom joined the military at the time of the
war, for the side of the Eastern Hemisphere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They won and he quickly used his knowledge to gain access to high
office, where his leadership skills out-manned his Physicist profession,
placing him in the roll of an office-worker, instead of his intended of the
work his Physics profession consisted of.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: black;">This
the corporation got away with because of their pull and their staunch support
of The Council.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: black;">Tom
Weiss, a very private person, worked hard at the physical sciences office of
International America, Incorporated, and the largest and most powerful innovative
corporation still in existence within the realm of the last great nation, The
United States of America.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The knowledge
of the prayers in the dirty streetlights keeps him from resting at night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the thought of turning-in after a long
day’s journey through a callous maze of soulless corridors, all he can think
about is the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Citizens</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With a corked-pipe, a match and crop, he
would nightly lift his mutinous thoughts to the otherworld and listens to their
prayers.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: black;">As
an innovator of the clandestine group, Tom would have to burn the midnight oil,
trying to read out The Council from control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Seen as their final effort of a coup, the plan nicknamed <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Exodus</i>, has been meticulously calculated
over the past three years and has been scheduled for a week’s time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While the nerves in the stomachs ache for the
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Citizens</i>, from hunger, anxiety, or
bullet, they can only wait and bide their time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For in this chance of transgression, lie opportunity and a still better
life for them all, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Citizen</i> or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Regular</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: black;">The
struggle seemed inevitable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When the
Third World War shook from the valleys through the atmospheres, someone had to
be the victor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The dominance came when
the would-be solicitors of peace turned mad at the sign of another possible stand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chaos grouped the new party of the new rulers,
and the fear of yet more loss, desolation, and turpitude turned them into
selfish tyrants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are called <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Council</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: black;">Tom,
the principal operative of his building, was a man of an awakened heresy and
erudite candor that begged to be caught.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>His other-life fulfilled the void of its deceptive nature upon people,
and, quickly, he became known, by the world of day and by the world of night, as
un-imitatively important.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His cold eyes
were partly sheltered by his tired lids, while his short-life work-habits moved
before, after, and ahead of him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
grace of his gait reminded some of thunder, and others of grace itself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His adamant appearance worked others around
him, desperately trying to imitate, though it shone only by his demeanor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An un-extraordinary man of fifty-three,
walked higher than his bosses themselves, but not by his typical-height, but by
his unknown pretense, self-assurance, and worldly worth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: black;">At
meetings, his name phonated like death, but alluded them all to light; the
members of his company's board spoke of a promotion for the fastidious
"god", but something staid their hand, something made them sleepless
at night when they "slept" on the decision, something told them he
would wield too much power, and something told them that this man was not the
man they knew at all, that this man could not be President of the great America
corporation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Brian
was beginning to become very restless of sitting in the den, at his
self-proportioned-size desk to the one of his father's, that was installed in
the very same room, reading Physics texts while his father played with a book of
fiction, a Forbidden book to their vocation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He'd crawl to his lap where he'd, once or twice, peep into the book his
father was reading. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it had no words
and no letters, but his father seemed to study it all the more, and be all the
more entranced in its wisdom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With bifocals
on his eyes, Tom would stare into its depth like a passage to another
lesser-known world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Brian would imitate
this act by looking down, though through only his eyes and try to reap what's
its author had sowed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, to him, still
nothing leapt from its blank yellow pages.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06250988910292252766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058103724146664812.post-66908984088845833182012-09-12T10:26:00.000-07:002012-09-12T10:27:08.691-07:00The Book: synopsis<div style="text-align: center;">
The Book</div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It is written that there lies an ancient
book that when opened tells you of your life: what will follow and what has
passed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If The Council lays hold of it,
they will burn its crisp tatters to a nice ash, and destroy the Uprise once and
for all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are their laid plans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is how they will remain in control, for
eternity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the New World, where <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lists </i>are doled out and enforced, a tale
begins of a hero and his journey in the fight for freedom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Only he will know how to conquer and destroy
The Council, but the mystery lies deep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But help from the Mantags are on its way and soon it will become
revealed to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though he will learn
the secrets of The Council and how to destroy it, Brian still needs help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Manogts are a small group and more
stragglers must be gathered if they are to stop the evil reign of the
controlling Council.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“The year is 2140 and all books now
tell of the future: the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">History</i>
books, once telling of the wars and nation’s struggles of the pasts, long and
short, are now outmoded and replaced with the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Future</i></span> books. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Future</i> books oppositely<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> tell of
the wars and nation’s famines that will come to pass, when they will occur,
where battles will be fought, and who the victor will be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But many have doubts as to the writers of
those books and wonder if they have not been tampered with, altering the
truth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other Books of Knowledge,
too, follow along this path; and they too, share in the doubtful minds of soon
to evolve Revolutionists.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is no
longer necessary to learn for learning’s sake, or so say The Council; in fact,
this has become an act against the law and punishable by immediate death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“There are no worries about who will
become what, in the staid minds—although all innovation and discoveries trickle
down from the government and those with power.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>All Citizens of the World are given <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lists
</i>to live by: Morning Lists, After Morning Lists, Daily Lists, Weekly Lists,
Monthly Lists, Yearly Lists, Decade-Lists and Life-Lists, with an occasional
Emergency List if the government senses a struggle for power or a revealing of
its true plans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Citizens are now told
when to die, and are supposed to surrender when their name is revealed in
Tomorrow’s News.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Everything the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lists</i> tell, you should follow or pay the consequences.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The holograms</span> <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">in the living rooms, and the
newspapers, graphically and verbally forewarn that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Lists</i> should be followed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>What you will have to study is written on your birth certificate, and
your schooling—apart from General Math, Basic Grammar, and Nominal Science—is
limited to this vocation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you are to
be a Physicist, you will study only Physics books, be allowed to roam only the Physics
section of the library, and ask and answer only Physics questions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone else—the Futurians, Chemists, Oceanographers,
Mathematicians, Grammarians, Accountants, Homeless or otherwise degraded,
etc.—are forced to stay within their Line of Work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the bulletins of the news, small uprises
are heard to be started and as quickly and vehemently squashed, hoping to spread
fear to those that think of revolting.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06250988910292252766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058103724146664812.post-4572621132788082112012-09-11T20:03:00.000-07:002012-09-12T10:30:37.243-07:00A book I started....<br />
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">(On Earth, in the not so distant future.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Where all things
used to live and grow with verdant life, they are now marked only by barren
steel and concrete.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where most men have
become obedient and controlled by the new <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Laws
of the Land</i>, there are but a few that still fight for the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Old Ways</i> and stand their ground!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many are laid dying in that very act, right
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fighting for what used to live, for
what used to breathe, and for what used to invigorate and inspire them, is all
many have left.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They are the
self-proclaimed <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">New Citizens of the World</i>,
but their numbers are growing thin with every newly waged war.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like the wild animals they are seen to be,
who once roamed and conquered the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">barbaric</i>
world, they have now to be tamed and enslaved, or be made by extinction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The stage of the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Old Era</i>, as all call it, has been set for destruction, but the
memories have given them hope, and revenge has inhabited their souls.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As The New World
Order rules with an iron fist and immortal weapons, a new inspiration is borne.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since the War to End All Wars ended, the
struggle for triumph or servitude has begun.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06250988910292252766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058103724146664812.post-36461608363186505882012-09-11T19:57:00.000-07:002012-09-11T20:02:17.790-07:00Question about writing...Does anyone think that trying to become a writer is difficult? I think it's one of the most hardest things; but who can say much about it, really? I've written my first novella, but I am unsure about getting it to the market.<br />
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I wonder what other people are thinking....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06250988910292252766noreply@blogger.com0