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Create Something August 2017

Every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by using my twitter @OdlyOtter and the hashtag #createsomething below is this month’s submission and story. If you made a suggestion, thank you, you are the real MVP. Enjoy.

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“Mom, it really isn’t too late, you can take me home and I will fend for myself this weekend. I won’t even tell dad. Just, please don’t leave me with gran.”

“Kit, your gran isn’t that bad. I am sure you will have fun.”

“Ma, she speaks funny. Sometimes I don’t understand what she is saying and every time I come here she tries to give me a new nickname. Last time she kept calling me Patric Swayze’s stunt double who ever that is. Come on, leave me at home this weekend and I will keep to myself. Promise.”

“I question my parenting skills if you don’t know who Patric Swayze is…Anyway, I’m not leaving you at home alone. Not after I found you and Kim canoodling outside of school. Oh, look we are at the reservoir.”

Kit looked out the car window at the reservoir as they passed some otter’s swimming. He knew he was now only five minutes away from his gran.

“Look Kit, I know she might speak strangely but give her a chance, please?

The car came to a stop in the driveway and Kit could see his gran at the front door. He grabbed his earphones and packed them into his laptop bag, at least he could get lost in his music if there was nothing else for him to do.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite Power Ranger. How are you Kit?” She asked walking towards the car.

“Hi gran, I am doing fine thanks.” Kit said as he walked to the trunk to collect his luggage. His mom bumping into him.

“Don’t be terse with her Kit, be nice! Go hug her, I will get your bag.” She said beneath her breath.

Kit turned and walked to her gran to hug her. “How have you been gran? Are you still enjoying all this space around you out here?”

“Ah, well I have a minor case of collywobbles at the moment and I dare not mention my swollen feet from the long walk this morning but I will be fine.” She chuckled as she squeezed him.

“Hi mom, sorry I need to rush off. Thank you for taking care of Kit. I’m sure he will behave himself, he will probably be buried in his music or games on his laptop most of the time. Did I hear you say you are not well?

“I’m fine, when we get in the house I shall have some insipid fluid which will make me right as rain in 5 minutes. I must say I am looking forward to time with my grandson though, we could talk about what music you are enjoying at present.”

Kit fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah sure, we could do that and maybe I could play you some of my stuff as well.”

“Excellent, well then let’s go inside and let your mother leave.”

Kit hugged his mom and went inside. Looking back he saw her driving away.

“Right just the two of us now power ranger, tell me about your music. Who are you listening too?”

“Uh, well I’m just starting to learn to play guitar. I just bought one off amazon so that is pretty exciting. I recorded myself playing as well so I can play that for you if you want. But I don’t know if you will like it or the bands I’m listening to gran, they are pretty different. For example, have you heard of the blue balloons or Codswallop?”

She chuckled, “Oh Kit, of course, I have heard of the blue balloons, the band made up of people all over the country that play together online and whose identities are unknown to anyone except the band members. I would say I know them better than you do.”

Kit was surprised; “Really gran? I must admit I didn’t expect you to know them. They don’t seem like your type of music.”

His gran motioned to a door “Kit do me a favour and open that door.”

Kit got up and opened the door, inside was a camera pointing at a drum kit and a blue balloon painted on the wall.

“You see Kit, Somebody once told me that I had an innate ability with rhythm & that I should invest in a membranphone based instrument. So, I decided to start a new hobby I fortuitously I walked passed a garage sale and found this drum set at a really good price and have been playing for a year now.

“Wow gran, this looks exactly like the one that belongs to the blue balloons drummer!”

She smiled “There is a very good reason for that Kit and I can trust you with this secret I’m sure. I am not just a fan. I am the drummer.”

Kit was stunned and then he smiled. “This is going to be one fun weekend.

Create Something July 2017

Every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by sending them to my twitter @OdlyOtter and using the hashtag #createsomething Below is this month’s submission and story. This story also seemed to naturally blend itself into the Ke!th Universe which is another piece of fiction I write. Enjoy.

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Her notebooks were laying all around her as she laid sprawled on the floor. She came to with Joe pulling her up by the arm trying to help her stand. “What on earth just happened? Did I black out or something Joe?” Joe shook her head.

“No Sam, you didn’t black out. What just happened is the direct result of you attempting to be an intrepid whistleblower. The alliance doesn’t approve of whistleblowers Sam.” Said the man standing in front of her casually swinging a small electrical object in his hand.

“I’m sorry? Did…Did you just taze me?! Who the heck do you think you are and what are you talking about?” Sam replied.

The man chuckled. “You may call me Dave and this is not a taser I assure you. It is, however, on its lowest setting currently. Now, onto the matter at hand. I am talking about your recent article with the headline that read; “Crime spree imminent. So says sociologist! I am sure you recall said article.”

Sam nodded. A taxi stopped next to them and the man promptly got in as another man got out also holding the same type of object. The man stared directly at Sam. “I am here to inform you that if you are to continue to hypothesize upon such things as you did in that article it will not be salubrious to you.”

Sam was slightly taken back by the sudden change of person. “I assume you are with the man who just left in the taxi? I hope you two are aware that you are threatening a member of the press! Who do you work for?”

The man smerked . “It is not a threat, it is a warning. It is time to stop Sam. It is time to take a spontaneous cruise. Perhaps the time on the ship will be good for you. Now, if you will excuse me…” Another car pulled up next to them and the man promptly got in and it sped away.

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Create Something June 2017

Every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by using my twitter @OdlyOtter and the hashtag #createsomething below is this month’s submission and story. Enjoy.

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“This is all just metaphysical dribble! He said as he threw another paper to the side.”

“Now Father, that is no way to speak of your students.” said the man at the opposite side of the desk.

“Sorry son. But it baffles my mind that it is so hard for these first years to articulate themselves. I am adamant that their minds are no longer able to focus. It’s the age of distraction I tell you!” The more he spoke the more excited he became.

He looked at his watch. It was close to 7 pm. “Perhaps you can tell me more about this age of distraction on the car ride home? Mother will have dinner waiting for us back at the cottage and I feel as if I have not eaten in forever.”

“Agreed, let us leave this dribble for tomorrow. Seeing your mother will improve my mood and restore some much-needed sanity.” He smiled as he packed his briefcase.

“Alright, tell me more about this age of distraction.” He said they drove down the road.

“Ah! Yes, the age of distraction. I am convinced that we are allowing our minds to become increasingly lazy and unfocused by exposing ourselves to a mixture of information concurrently.” He glanced towards his son who was typing on his phone. “Just as you are doing right now.”

“Huh, you mean my phone? Sorry, I am just responding to an email but I am listening.”

“Oh son” He chuckled. “That is precisely my point. How can we focus on a single goal or purpose amongst a myriad of notifications constantly begging for our attention?”

Glancing up from his phone to the road and then to his father before returning to his phone, “So is this just an attack on smartphones then?”

“No, the smartphone is merely a good example. The point is that our minds are no longer allowed to be captured by a single thought because we are trying to multi-task. We are unable to think deeply on a topic or approach a debate because our minds are so quickly distracted. As an example, if I were to say a word you do not know such as ‘teetotaler’ one of your first instincts is to take out your phone and search the word online for a definition.’ He paused. “You just searched the word didn’t you.”

“….Maybe” He smiled at his dad before continuing his email.

“You see my son there is no longer a reverence for learning. Our minds live on such a shallow level and are lazy because it is almost too easy to just read a quick search result to find something out. Such a mind is unable to write good papers because they just can’t do the mental hard work anymore. There is also no reverence for the present. Our time is split between what is happening around us and what is happening on the screen in front of us never fully paying attention to either. Always being distracted. That is why I say this is the age of distraction and until we realize it we will never be able to think or be focused again.”

“I don’t know dad, while I agree with you, it sounds cynical. I have been able to handle this email and talking to you at the same time, haven’t I? Perhaps some can’t focus but that doesn’t mean we are distracted.” He put his phone in his pocket.

“Son, I have driven around our block three times while you were on your phone to see if you would notice but you didn’t. Welcome to the age of distraction.”

Create Something May 2017

Every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by using my twitter @OdlyOtter and the hashtag #createsomething below is this month’s submission and story. Enjoy.

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The smog was hanging over the city in a way that was comforting to him. It shielded him from the sun’s radiant rays as he moved from his front door to his car. As he drove he made the choice to leave the radio off. He didn’t want to be distracted he wanted to spend the time in thought. To ruminate on what he had experienced the day before. He never thought taking his friend’s challenge would end up like this;

“You see Clive, you only think about yourself. That is why you are so unhappy deep down. Tell you what, I challenge you to come spend time with me at my churches charity drive. Nothing too difficult, just handing out soup to those who need it. After helping others for a bit, just a small time of service will change you. I promise.”

“Thinking about myself is the only thing that makes me happy Ben. But ok fine, I’ll take you up on the challenge, only to prove you wrong though.”

He entered that charity with the aim to do his duty and leave as soon as he could. As he dished up soup, which was textured something akin to poorly mashed potatoes, he was inundated with faces that were deeply grateful for another meal. He watched as some kids played with some basic toys but yet looked so happy. Serving others had a somewhat euphoric impact on him. It was a feeling he was not familiar with nor would he have ever associated it with other people.

As a latchkey kid his whole life he had learned to look after himself. People had always gotten in the way. He had to be aggressive in the pursuit of his own happiness or he would just be that lonely and sad kid from his past. But his experience at the charity eluded to a much richer way of living. Life was meant to be lived in community. He understood that now. Exorbitant joy was found not in the things he owned but outside himself. There is something so much better at that church that he just had to understand. That is what he was going to tell his boss. That is why he was prepared to quit his job to pursue. He had been called.

Create Something April 2017

At the beginning of every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by using my twitter @OdlyOtter and the hashtag #createsomething below is this months submission and story. Enjoy.

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She was known as the puppy with the most persistence. She climbed mount Denali in her young years just to prove that she could when others were saying she couldn’t. She was a dog of adventure that could not be denied. But she was also a dog that loved her comforts and friendships. The feel of soft grass under her paws as she walked alongside her pack at night was a treasured time to her. But the time for adventure and walks had now passed and her persistence was now replaced with fear.

The trouble started when her pack came across the wolf with the unkempt hair and the look of danger in his eyes. It was the first time a dog had ever been bitten by another dog. The rest of the pack was in shock. It only took one bite and suddenly there was two of them with the look in their eyes and then they the turned on another member of the pack. There was three. The pack scattered. All of them ran in a different direction. She was unsure of what was happening but she knew she didn’t want to be bitten and so she ran. That was the first night she spent alone, hiding in a cave.

The next night she lay under a unimog to sleep. Looking at the moon above which was redolent of the night walks with her pack. She missed those nights desperately. She missed her pack even more.She didn’t like being alone like this.

She awoke to another dog sniffing her. She yelped and tried to move backwards. But it was to late he lunged forward and managed to bite her. She expected pain, which was present. But what she didn’t expect was the other dog. As she looked at him, He now longer had the look of danger in his eyes, rather he had a certain charisma about him that was welcoming. The fear had left her. The need to run away was is in the past. She followed alongside her new friend, enjoying the feeling of grass underneath her paws yet again and soon she was surrounded by more dogs.

She was with her pack again. She belonged again. Different sure, but she wouldn’t ever want to go back. Being bit was, in a way, a discovery of true freedom. True freedom. She was wild.

Create Something March 2017

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At the beginning of every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by using my twitter @OdlyOtter and the hashtag #createsomething below is this months submission and story. Enjoy.
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This is not what I expected to see. Here I am, face to face with a possum that is so large it is positively wolfish. “Come to Australia!” They said. “It would be a nice family reunion over Christmas.” they said.  There was no mention of possum’s this big. What do I do now? The kitchen door is so far away I can’t run for it. All I have is this stupid whip, why did I buy this thing? It seemed like it would be a good quirky gift for someone back home. But how would you even use it…hmmm maybe I can frighten this things away if I flick it well enough.

*whip*

*crack*

Ha! That worked, wow that was loud. Whoever named this thing surely understood what onomatopoeia was, although I might have called it the cracker. Nah, too silly. Ok, I should get inside before I’m attacked by a Kingler Pokemon or something. So far this visit has had too little waterfalls and mountains and waaay too many things that look like they want to eat me or rob me. Welcome to the outback I guess.

 

“Hi there Pops. I am back from my walk. I was almost maimed by a possum but I survived. I think I might have a headache starting. Do you have any panado’s or some other tablet I can take?”

“Sure thing Bert, my boy. They are in the cupboard to your left. Say, are you up for a adventure?”

Good ole Pop’s, always looking for the next adventure. “Where are we going?”

“Oh well this newsletter says they found a strange artefact in the rainforest near us. It looks like a throne of some kind, thought you might like it.”

That does sound interesting, no doubt he really wants to see it too. “Ok sure Pop’s, lets go for another adeventure. But first, time for a nap”

 

Create Something Feb 2017

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At the beginning of every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by using my twitter @OdlyOtter and the hashtag #createsomething below is this months submission and story. Enjoy.
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“I considered getting into cereology as a profession briefly.” Kevin said staring out of the window at the ground below.
“I’m sorry…what?” Sam said. Taking her earphones out of her ears from which “Never gonna give you up…” could be heard.
Kevin pointed down at the crop circles they were flying over. “At one point I was fascinated by those.”
Sam looked down below. “Oh, so you wanted to study those as a job? Well I am glad you changed your mind, otherwise we would never have been able to work together.”
“Yeah, I much rather be flying all over the world, turning dreams into reality and putting an end to nightmares.” Kevin said and reached into his bag and pulled out a file.
“Speaking of which I should get familiar with what the next mission is.”

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The air was crisp with the smell of the ocean which was illuminated by the sunset before them. Sam and Kevin climbed into the Humvee waiting on the tarmac.
“So the mission is to retrieve this Jeritz man that is considered high value? I have never heard of him before. Intel is pretty vague.“
“Yeah, me neither. Fortunately we know when and where we will find him. So we wait for the cover of moonlight and go in. Right now I just want to get to the hotel and take a shower”. Sam said while looking at a picture of Jeritz.
“Forget the shower; I could go for a steak covered in cheese right now.” Kevin said jokingly.

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Kevin, bring the noise! Sam said as she hid in the shadows next to the fence..
“Roger that, I’ll just activate block C…”A faint whirr could be heard in the distance. “Uh, well that isn’t very loud. Hold on I won’t let you down.” Suddenly a large bang was heard and a fire erupted on the far side of the building.”
Sam chuckled. All the guards went running in the direction of the fire. “Great job, I am going in for Jeritz.”
Sam jumped the fence, ran towards the building and burst through the door in what appeared to be one fluid motion. She found Jeritz sitting on the floor appearing perfectly calm.
“Sir! Stand up, you are coming with me.” Sam said.
Jeritz stood up and adjusted is clothes. “Excellent idea, but no need for the formality Sam, you can call me Jeritz.”

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The Jock & Hipster Part 4

“Ok Josh take this rope and tie Nina up for the trip.” Kyle said to Josh.

It was with little to no difficulty that Kyle gave the order concerning Nina to Josh. Josh obeyed without question, moving closer to Nina. Nina knew that there was no escape, she was trapped. While surprised she would die at the hands of two men she once considered friends she was determined not beg. She mustered up all the courage she could and staring into the face of Josh, she said;

“And so this grand adventure ends” and bowed.

Kyle’s eyes widened as he heard Nina say those words.

Josh was suddenly awake, holding a rope in his hands and staring at Nina who appeared panicked.

“Nina, What are you? Where are –

– “I really wish she hadn’t used that phrase. Things were going so well until she uttered those six words.” Kyle interrupted with a heavy sigh from behind Josh.

Josh was so confused, his heart was racing as if he had been exercising; he felt the adrenaline rushing through him. Pure exhilaration. The bedroom door had clearly been broken down. But he had no idea what was going on;

“Kyle, what in the world is going on? How did we get here?”

Kyle stepped backwards. “Well, Josh all good things have to come to an end and since we are now at our partnership’s unfortunate end I suppose I owe you an explanation.” Read more…

The Jock & Hipster Part 3

Josh waited outside his dorm for Kyle to arrive. He was supposed to be there at 7pm so they could meet up with their other friends for the study session and practise. He looked at his watch. It was 7.23pm. Which had him slightly curious as to what was going on because Kyle was always on time almost to the minute. For him to be this late was very strange. Perhaps he should call him. As he took his cellphone out his pocket he noticed a familiar figure coming around the corner. Skinny jeans, brushed back hair and thick brimmed glasses.

“Hey hipster! You are late!” Josh shouted. He then noticed that Kyle seemed to be limping. As he got closer Josh could see that Kyle had a split lip.

“Hey, you know it’s not nice to call people names you big jock.” Kyle said shaking Josh’s hand.

“Kyle, what happened to your lip man! Did someone do that to you?”.

“No worries Josh, it is just a minor injury.” He tapped him on the shoulder.

Are you sure Kyle? It doesn’t look too good and where is your bag?”.

“Yes I’m sure, seriously, it is nothing. We will just need to grab my bag quick, won’t take long. Now -” Kyle smiled at him. “ – Let us go on an adventure my good man.”

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Josh walked by the notice board and a missing person flyer caught his eye. He looked closer and then realized where he had seen the face before. It looked like the guy from the club that had gotten too close to Nina. There were a few missing person notices up, three other people Josh recognized but only because they were infamous for being connected to drugs and gangs in the area. They probably crossed the wrong people, never to be found again. Josh thought.

Josh’s cellphone rang, taking it out of his pocket he saw Kyle’s name on the screen. “Oh hey hipster. How you doing?”

“Josh, Nina just told me it’s over.”

“What? Ahh Kyle, I’m sorry man what happened? You want to meet up?”

There was a pause. “I’d like that Josh, can we meet at your place?”

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Josh began to prepare some coffee for Kyle’s arrival. He had no idea how he was going to help his friend. He didn’t even know that there were issues between Nina and Kyle. But he would try his best to ease the blow. Somehow.

Knock, Knock

“Josh, it’s Kyle.” Kyle called out.

Josh opened the door. “Hey bud, how you holding up? I was sure you would want some coffee so I started making it.” Josh walked back into the kitchen while Kyle sat on the sofa.

“Coffee might help. Thanks.” Kyle said with a deflated tone.

Josh set the coffee down in front of Kyle and took a sip of his own while trying to figure out how to ask the obvious question. “So…like…What happened dude?”

Kyle sighed. “Well the short version is…drugs.” There was a pause before Kyle continued; “You know how she always hated drugs because of her past. So she was at my place earlier today and she was looking for her keys and…Well she found some drugs. She didn’t even give me a chance to explain anything she just threw them into my face and said she could never see me again and then she left.”

Josh was shocked; this was a side of Kyle that he didn’t know existed. What on earth was he doing with drugs? He couldn’t possibly be using could he? As shocking as that information was, Josh was here to look after his friend not to judge him. A time would come when the topic of what Kyle was doing with the drugs could be discussed. For now Josh was focused on comforting Kyle with the break up. “I am sorry man, I know you really like her. Do you think that you could patch things up?”

Kyle shook his head. “I highly doubt it; her hate for drugs is way too high. She turned her own dad in just to escape from the cycle, remember?” As the words left his mouth a look of concern appeared on his face.

Josh realized the same thing. “You don’t think she would turn you in as well do you?”

Kyle stood up, “I think we need to go see her, maybe we can get to her before she says anything. Let us go on an adventure my good man.”


NOTE: This is a part of a short series that you will find here every second Tuesday. Click here for all parts of the series.

The Jock & Hipster Part 2

Sitting at his favourite coffee shop on campus early on Sunday morning, Josh was satisfying his craving for a mint latte, which was strange as he normally never really liked mint lattes. He thought of the day ahead and was looking forward to a day of catching up on his studies and TV series. Although, he should probably ease up on the crime shows he thought, considering his dreams of late. It felt so real when he was beating that man with a steel pipe and pushed the body over the pier.

“Hey Josh, I thought I would spot you here!” Kyle walked in carrying a bulky bag snapping Josh out of the memory of his dream.

“Oh hey Kyle, uh what’s with the bag? There are no classes today.” Kyle sat down and ordered a mint latte, his favourite, from the waiter.

“Oh this? It is not for class. It is…uh…for something else, something off campus.”

Josh laughed, “Taking laundry home to mom are you?”

Kyle laughed. “Yeah, taking care of dirty stuff I guess. So anyway, How about we hang out together for a while?”

“I am not particularly keen to go sort out laundry at your mom’s dude. I got my heart set on relaxing at home and catching up on some studies.”

Kyle took a sip of his latte and shook his head; “No man, not for that, I thought maybe we can catch a movie or find out what is happening at The Corner of B. You know, just do something fun before we hit the books tomorrow.”

“No thanks Kyle, I think I am pretty happy to spend the day at home, I’m broke so movies aren’t happening and The Corner of B has had some shady characters hanging around there these days.” Josh said shacking his head.

Kyle sighed, “Come on Josh; Let us go on an adventure my good man.”

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The blood was all over his favourite shoes. But it was OK, he was enjoying himself too much to care. He watched the man running away. Should he chase him? He gripped the small pipe he had in his hands, it was light. He could hit the guy from here no doubt. Taking aim at his head he threw the pipe and watched as it spun in the air towards the man.

*Knock, knock*

He was startled awake, there was someone at his door. He was both relieved to have been brought out of the dream and slightly sad because he wanted to know if he would have hit his target. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen those shoes in a while.

“Joshy! Open the door, we got to get moving if we going to get to the club before the big rush and entrance price goes up!” The female voice on the other side of the door called.

“Yeah Josh you big jock, listen to Nina. Let’s get a move on bud!” Kyle said loudly through the door.

“Kyle, you can’t call people names like that! It’s not nice.” Nina said with surprise to Kyle.

“He knows how to take a joke honey.” Kyle replied.

Josh chuckled at the conversation on the other side of the door as he walked to open it. “Hey you two, sorry about the wait I decided to catch some Z’s so I would be fresh for tonight. Come on in, I just need to grab my wallet and put some gel in my hair.” Nina hugged Josh as she walked in.

“I’m supposed to be the pretty boy Josh, not you remember.” Kyle said as he shook Josh’s hand.

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