THE COLLECTED #11

NOTICE, DIDN'T DO IT!

The Collected is made up of points of reality collected by the ancient race The Twist. They are one of the first races to come into creation at the beginning of all of existence. Their motives are confusing but some have said they collect realities in an attempt to try and save them from The Spiders Of Time. No one really knows why they do this but these points of time can only exist in the same universe parallel like writers working within a shared tightly woven continuity but ignoring it for the most part while at the same time acting like they are keeping it all together.

Maybe The Twist are just writers frustrated with canon wank?

The Collected is 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.

Have you ever seen someone talk themselves out of a bad situation? No really, they talk about it all the time in fiction but it’s a exceptionally rare thing indeed. It’s rarer than a no hitter. Even rarer than a politician changing his mind when confronted with facts.

Notice stood up from being knelt down beside the body of Captain Deodato and wanted to talk his way out of this situation. To be like some of his heroes from life and fiction, but before he could say a word words dictating his destiny were said for him, ‘Take him and put him in with the girl. I’ll handle both of them later.’

‘What about the Cap…’

‘I’m the Captain now. Shove that meat out the airlock.’

‘Yes Captain Balflard.’

As they shoved him into one of the holding cells of The Sarah Jane she could fill the ship was racing away from the police. She should know since she was the second mechanic on The Sarah Jane until her father died and the pirates tried to push her off not wanting her to stay and work under the new head mechanic.

The Sarah Jane being a good former cruise vessel had plenty of holding cells.

Helps with the gambling drunks.

At first Notice didn’t see that anyone else was in the cell until he was kicked in the center of his back, the pain of which dropped him to his knees.

Then he had a large bolt that had been unscrewed from one of the cell beds by a long and now broken finger nail shoved up to his throat, ‘I could shove this clean into your throat. I’m strong enough to do it.’

‘I’m sure you are,’ Notice responded, ‘But may I ask why you would want to do this? I’m clearly a prisoner just like yourself.’

‘You are nothing like me. I’m a prisoner on a ship full of men who have such a low moral code that The Yinfinity can attack them and the police move away while it’s happening.’

‘How did you know all that happen locked up in her?’

‘I grew up on this ship. I learned how to hack the video coms before I was a teen.’

Notice raised his hand up in a greeting way, ‘My names Notice. Who may I say is threatening me with a big metal bolt?’

‘I’m Jasap. Mr. Notice do you want to help me take over this ship.’

Noticed smiled but wondered if that was the right move to make.

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THE COLLECTED #10

NOTICE,

IT'S THE PART WHERE I CAN'T THINK OF A TITLE

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 fucking with all 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…

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 though, let’s be clear about that.

Maybe this was one of the reasons why a long time ago he made the choice 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.

Notice in time became contentedly familiar with it as what people called him and liked that it also always raised questions when new encounters occurred.

Everyone loves some mystery in other people’s 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?

Maybe a lot of writers also have a bit of Xenophobia in their imaginations?

Wait, is Xenophobia the right word for illirational views of peoples from other planets?

Speciesism might be a better fit?

Ok, now I’m told illirational isn’t a word, let’s move on, I think that’s needed, I’m running down a tangent lost highway.

Notice’s people have many talents but one of the most useful of them 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 were I introduce you to him he has travelled to 2008 Earth, the North American Continent, 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.

The Sarah Jane was rocked by multiple impacts, but one really big one, from force beam fire… by you know… space police?

Not their official title but it’s good enough for this installment.

Being pushed from one point of space to another by beams of artificial gravitational energy damaged the ship and tossed its crew around like coins in a can.

Captain Deodato still kept his weapon pointed at Notice when the impact impacted his ship, after the force of said impact sent him flying across the airlock area, and as his back slammed into the wall on the other side of the airlock area.

Notice on the other hand went down with no style whatsoever when the impact impacted The Sarah Jane. The force of doubly said impact sent him on a trip of a completely face forward flying flip to unharmoniously land onto his back on the floor of the airlock area.

His newly purchased bloodstones flew out of his pocket and he will notice days into the future that he had lost them.

His Yankees cap flew across the room and landed at Captain Deodato’s feet.

The Captain stood with his gun still pointed. As he stood he picked up Notice’s cap with his free hand, ‘Is this the symbol of some Cena 3 military force you’re part of?’

Notice still on his back, looking upside down at The Captain, ‘No but some people do consider the Yankees an evil empire.’

Captain Deodato motioned with his gun for Notice to stand up but before he could a strange noise filled the airlock area.

Notice gained a look on his face that said he thought he recognized the sound and his facial expression changed quickly from curiosity to a fear surprise mix.

‘Wait, why would they be here?’ Notice

Notice suddenly went to reach out for Captain Deodato, the Captain tried to push the trigger of his weapon, but within these seconds Captain Deodato was attacked.

Notice knew actually what caused the Captain to drop his weapon, and Notice’s cap, and fell to his knees in extreme pain.

At that moment within the Captain’s body each of his organs were being teleported away. This in face was the space opera epic... maybe, sort of, kind of same of waking up in a tub of ice and finding your kidneys had been removed.

But the Captain fell down not passed out to have a urban myth making story to tell, he went dead, and this is no myth because The Yinfinity are all too real and feared by every other civilization in the known universe.

And they aren’t what’s worrying Notice at the moment.

Neither are his worrying thoughts on the police forces trying to destroy the ship he has found himself on.

His thoughts of worry are focused on the three men drawing their guns to shot him after walking in as their Captain screamed out his last breath with Notice knelt down beside him.

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THE COLLECTED #9

NOTICE,

The Sarah Jane

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 fucking with all 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…

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 though, let’s be clear about that.

Maybe this was one of the reasons why a long time ago he made the choice 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.

Notice in time became contentedly familiar with it as what people called him and liked that it also always raised questions when new encounters occurred.

Everyone loves some mystery in other people’s 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?

Maybe a lot of writers also have a bit of Xenophobia in their imaginations?

Wait, is Xenophobia the right word for illirational views of peoples from other planets?

Speciesism might be a better fit?

Ok, now I’m told illirational isn’t a word, let’s move on, I think that’s needed, I’m running down a tangent lost highway.

Notice’s people have many talents but one of the most useful of them 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 were I introduce you to him he has travelled to 2008 Earth, the North American Continent, 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.

The Sarah Jane wasn’t built for a police attack.

It wasn’t built for Black Hole Racing either.

Those ships are built on the pirate planet of Konnegut.

The Sarah Jane was built in a space port, in a remote area of civilized space called- The Port System Of Interstellar Ship Building.

It was cooperate owned and controlled so no visitors were allowed to give two shakes about it having one of the worst names in the history of space goings and comings.

It wasn’t built on the planet, and then finished above the planet Verronet to sustain an attack from police forces.

The planet Vabicet is where they build those sorts of ships.

The Port System Of Interstellar Ship Building has a population dedicated, born, dying, and living their lives for the building of ships and such.

Space empires aren’t created through fair trade and small business practices.

It is one of the best working ways of building things since the pyramids.

Suck it Ford and your moving assembly line.

Notice once visited Verronet during a particularly bad workers strike. He helped bring together the two sides after months of bloodshed to discuss terms. He left as they sat at a big table mere minutes after all the fighting had stopped.

Two minutes after he left military forces stormed the meeting room, killed everyone inside, left the planet, dropped a virus bomb that wiped out all life on the planet, sent in a clear-out crew, and then shipped down new workers after virus cleanup was complete.

Those new workers are the hands that built The Sarah Jane and even though it wasn’t built for police attack, it was built by workers who didn’t want to die and thus gave the work everything they had.

Having the stink of military cleaners still in the air is a good work day motivator.

But I have to ask if they were planning to drop a virus bomb on the planet why did they take the time to storm the meeting room?

COMING

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 #10

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THE COLLECTED #8

NOTICE, FIND A NEW ONE

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 fucking with all 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…

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 though, let’s be clear about that.

Maybe this was one of the reasons why a long time ago he made the choice 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.

Notice in time became contentedly familiar with it as what people called him and liked that it also always raised questions when new encounters occurred.

Everyone loves some mystery in other people’s 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?

Maybe a lot of writers also have a bit of Xenophobia in their imaginations?

Wait, is Xenophobia the right word for illirational views of peoples from other planets?

Speciesism might be a better fit?

Ok, now I’m told illirational isn’t a word, let’s move on, I think that’s needed, I’m running down a tangent lost highway.

Notice’s people have many talents but one of the most useful of them 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 were I introduce you to him he has travelled to 2008 Earth, the North American Continent, 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.

Angry about reaching around and finding not much of his jacket was still there had him out of the line of being able to feel that a large individual was behind him who had just exited the previously, in The Collected #7, mentioned hanger door.

The voice Notice heard from behind as he worked his way to his feet was muffled by the helmet sitting down sealed to the suit that was clearly a space pilot’s suit.

Clearly.

‘I’m sorry my ears are ringing from that blast, are you speaking to me?’ Notice asked.

Without turning Notice’s attention now slipped to a hope that his newly purchased bloodstones hadn’t found any cracks in them. His trips to Brevard County were always nice but he had just traded for these.

‘I really don’t believe you’re part of my crew,’ stated helmet guy.

‘Must be the Yankees cap, I use to blend in much better with my surroundings. Must the human influence on me?’ Notice

‘Tell me why you are on my ship or you’re going out that airlock to your left.’

‘Ok, Commander...’

‘Captain.’

‘Captain, my name is Notice…’

‘Stupid name, airlock.’

‘Captain, I am here as a representative of a planet you recently raided…’

‘Cena 3?’

‘Yes, you see we wish to offer safe harbor to you in case trouble befalled you and your crew…’

‘Safe harbor in exchange for no future raids? Sorry, pirates make no deals.’

‘But…?!...’

‘Don’t worry Mr. Notice, I have enough problems to have to worry about than tossing out the garbage.’

Notice was going to relax thinking the current crisis of The Sarah Jane has the Captain focused on more important issues than himself.

‘But I do plan to send you back to Cena 3 in several pieces as a firm no answer.’

So much for the relaxing.

 COMING

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 #9

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THE COLLECTED #7

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 21^st 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 8^TH 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

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