tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60170312009-07-24T09:47:46.841-07:00IP Free Write RepositoryMy free writing repository. It started out as my Nanowrimo site but since that got thoroughly derailed by circumstance and apathy, I'm converting this blog to one where I will post my short stories, scenes and whatever else doesn't quite fit on Intellectual Poison or any of my other blogs.Erik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017031.post-1076400474502614042004-02-10T00:07:00.000-08:002004-02-10T00:10:22.763-08:00An Addict's Life
It is kind of funny, looking back over these years, the decades of time that's passed since I became aware of myself and now. I guess you'd call it your earliest memory. My mind's not quite what it used to be but then neither's my body. And it wasn't just time wearing on it. Years of self abuse of prostrating myself at the altar of hedonism had ruined my eyes, put crippling Erik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017031.post-1071688265092982972003-12-17T11:11:00.000-08:002003-12-17T14:19:43.783-08:00Nuts to Tank, The Tale of Two Balls and their Friend, Dick, Meeting Tank, the Gas Tank
Two balls sad journey with their friend, the Dick, that ended with a horrible collision and the worst damn nausea ever imagined. But, as with all good stories, there is a silver lining. A story that was requested during one of the most fun business calls ever today with Ryan in which we somehow got on the topicErik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017031.post-1068883463168657382003-11-15T09:31:00.000-08:002003-11-15T09:42:24.090-08:00Waking Up on Venus
Astrid lounged herself awake, stretching herself out like a cat will. The sun's rays and her contented smile almost made Ian think that she was purring, but it was only his own heart beating in his chest. She had slept in his bed, sort of. She'd fallen asleep and Ian couldn't bear himself and wouldn't be able to live with himself if he woke her and let her go. The fact that sheErik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017031.post-1068663692138540432003-11-12T11:01:00.000-08:002003-11-12T11:01:37.426-08:00Years Later, A Surprise Package
Ian returned home one day to find a large package waiting just inside the door to the building addressed to him.
After stuggling to get it upstairs and into the apartment, he opened the package up to find a gilt gold cage with no bottom or door. A note from Astrid explaining why.
"It was so beautiful that I had to have it but not as a cage , I made them remove theErik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017031.post-1068662481892670882003-11-12T10:41:00.000-08:002003-11-12T10:44:10.390-08:00Months later, after they'd actually gotten a chance to spend some time together and realize that there was enough there to carry a friendship (though Ian's heart fell when Astrid settled on friendship, he'd been thinking of something a bit more, ummm, intimate than friendship). They would meet up for walks through the park, sometimes pretending to be in love (a stretch for Ian) and sometimes Erik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017031.post-1068579207713811632003-11-11T11:33:00.000-08:002003-11-12T10:43:44.360-08:00As luck would have it, one of the few times he did end up running into Astrid was when he was just leaving the building with a female acquaintance of his, nothing serious, more like a safety valve booty call than anything else. Hey, a guy's gotta have his fun even if he does live above Ms. Almost-Perfect (she'd be a lot more perfecter if she was home more often and liked to spend time with Ian Erik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017031.post-1068535299981411022003-11-10T23:21:00.000-08:002003-11-12T10:43:17.503-08:00
He was ugly in the same way that a clown's grin of laughter turns into a derisive sneer when you get too close to it. Ian could sense it about him without really putting his mind on the thought. And he never could let his guard down when he was around him, he saw each question as an invasion, each syllable uttered with a contempt that gonged at him but others couldn't seem to hear.
His Erik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017031.post-1067706653389794502003-11-04T00:17:00.000-08:002003-11-12T10:52:23.806-08:00She
She had been struggling to get the door open to the apartment building as her arms were loaded with packages from a day of shopping, on someone else's tab no less. He had been late for an appointment and rushed out the door, accidentally knocking her down in the process and sending the boxes in all directions.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," he gushed as he scrambled to pick up all the Erik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017031.post-1067633834958317992003-10-31T12:57:00.000-08:002003-10-31T12:57:17.250-08:00A Blog is Born
Placesetter first post to get the ball rolling. The NanoWrimo contest begins at midnight and is a month long frenzy of writing. 50,000 words in 30 days. That's alot of writing in a very short time. But I think I can do it, in fact, all I need is a fresh bottle of single malt, some quiet time and it'll be a cinch though I can't promise what the end result will look like but its not Erik Orgellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175572083582286145noreply@blogger.com