Notice, Never Pay
This is The Collected, a place so frustrating in its nature that the great
philosopher from the planet Alpha Demo, Delphaconnick, called it- “A symbol of
truly how Godless and random creation is in its cruelty to life.”
It’s basically pluckings from creation.
Pluckings is like cracklings.
Oh, go look up BBQ and cracklings, I need to get on with this if I expect
to get it out before Halloween.
Getting on with things,
There have been times in his long life when he thought he was going to
die, a feeling of death coming upon him at random moments, but after a man has
travelled to Hell a few times and knocked rather rudely on Heaven’s Gates,
Death would rather not even wish to be associated with you by name; so changes
are in order.
Death has plans for this sort of person.
Maybe this was one of the reasons why a long time ago he choose to abandon
his true name in favor of a title…? no title is not the right word? It’s more
of a handle or more so I guess a nickname would the better word to use?
I guess?
A nickname given by a mistake of misunderstanding.
Notice is what he is called.
That’s just how things are.
Like getting nicknamed Patience by assholes on the baseball team.
Not that, that was my nickname in high school.
Get the look of surprise off your face that I might have been on the
baseball team.
It’s true.
These days Notice has just become contentedly familiar with it as what
people call him and likes that it also always raises questions when new
encounters occur.
Everyone loves some mystery in others views of them.
Notice is not human, an alien if you will, though he does look human in
outwardly appearance. Funny how that seems to happen a lot in the random chaos
of the universe.
His race has many talents but one of the most useful is they can travel
the energy waves of creation. Time, dimensions, realities, and space, all roads
at the feet of his people. Once when he really concentrated he travelled along
a length of phone lines on Earth old school superhero style to track down an
intergalactic bounty hunter.
In this section of this story he has travelled to 2008 Earth, the country
of the United States Of America, the state of Florida, in the county of Brevard,
and while I was rambling randomly about him he died.
Face down in the swimming pool of an apartment complex, body mostly burned
away to be unrecognizable to anyone who knew him.
Though his story, our story is just beginning and we have plenty of time
before we need to get to this point; so I would disregard this entire first
bit.
But you really should Google crackling.
Notice has a habit of just appearing on space vessels. There are so many
out in space going here and there, and there and where, and when and then
travelers such as himself run into them from time to time.
It gets him in a lot of trouble most of the time but one that is a
travelling colony of thieves is sure to cause some excitement along with the
trouble.
During this encounter with travel traffic he will end up making a new
friend and gain a new companion named Jasap Jones, a female, 18 years old and the
relationship between them is sure to change him forever.
Whether the change will be for good or bad is up to my imagination and
future days off writing.
Jasap in herself has the mouth of a factory worker and has never come
across a curse word she didn’t use until it disappeared out of existence for
overuse by her. He will try to correct this by giving her words that fit
better.
The better fit is all his opinion though.
The life of a thief is a life living as thief as that’s that.
That sentence was a thief on the senses trying to make heads or tails of
what I was trying to say.
When you travel just body in motion you have only the things you can carry
on your person and this makes your pocket contents ambles of the unusual and
dress style that’s eclectic and probably a little unwise.
This type of travelling also gives out a fate of falling into chaos not always
avoidable and mainly not of your own creation.
Take for example Notice recently almost got separated neck from shoulders
by getting involved in a revolution.
Those always being messy.
The same with getting involved with discussions about if it really matters
one fuck who shot first.
After that particular revolution concern he decided to visit a space
cruise liner by walking a time energy waves of the cruise lines ad signals.
Everyone needs a holiday occasionally.
He sees now he rode the wrong wave.
Time is the hardest path to travel.
A cruise liner would have greeted him with great groups of fake smiles,
elevator blank stare music form overhead speakers, and a least one free drink.
Not to mention one or two asshats who will stagger back to their rooms
later after a shit kicking by cruise security.
The Sarah Jane has rust on places you shouldn’t have rust on a space
vessel, alarms that sound as if sounding from under ten feet of water, and at
this moment she, she being The Sarah Jane, a spaceship, but basically a colony
in travel is being attacked by bombers of Earth Police Control, The 4890
version of the LAPD.
Remembering reading about the history of The Sarah Jane, Notice quickly
begins the trance to return him to France, this though is interrupted by a explosion
that sends him flying against a nearby hanger door ruining his favorite jacket
from Sieoze, The Greatest Clothing Store on 21st Century Earth.
It’s a hard life for a traveler. There’s rain. There’s creepers who give
you rides when you have to case a ride. There’s the times you end up on a space
vessel that use to be a cruise ship but was captured and secretly now is
anything but a cruise ship, and not so secretly being attack by the most brutal
Police agency in 4890.
COMING NOVEMBER 8TH 2014
The next
installment of the flash fiction adventures of Notice as he finds trouble,
makes friends, and tries to make himself feel superior to others.
THE COLLECTED #8
NOTICE, FIND A NEW ONE
(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams
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