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Saturday, July 25, 2015

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.


(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams

The book that started it all.
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It's FREE

The first  two Tin Universe Middle Grade books-$1.00,

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.


(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams

The book that started it all.
(
It's FREE

The first  two Tin Universe Middle Grade books-$1.00,

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


(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams

The book that started it all.
(
It's FREE

The first  two Tin Universe Middle Grade books-$1.00,

THE COLLECTED #5


CLEAN CUE CITY: PART FIVE

Edited/Created/Edited{in this case that very funny but not at all}
by
Brian C. Williams

The episode marathon at the theatre was great. I overheard someone talking about a sale at Counter Space.
Counter Space is a clothing store that specializes in historically accurate Earth clothing. It’s my favorite store and where I get all of my Civil War Union army jackets.
This reminds me of how much I hate our C.C.P.D. uniforms.
And I’m a uniform nut.
But how can you like a uniform that resembles B-Movie Sci-Fi riot gear.
The owner of Counter Space, Choiri, visited Earth a few years ago then working as a Culture Ambassador but when she returned she decided to go for early retirement in her government job so she could open up Counter Space which is not only a clothing store with Earth fashions but also a Earth culture store with Earth literature, buttons, movies, snacks, and art.
Counter Space is a high end import store but I get a discount because I help Choiri pick out her stock before she makes an order.
“Mr. Garth Dale, how are you today?”
Having spent time on Earth she knows my name is unusual and love the joke.
“Starting my vacation.”
“That great, any big plans for today?”
“Just a normal day. Had breakfast at the Pink Bomb and caught the episode marathon at the theatre. Now I’m here for  the sale.”
“I wanted to go to the theatre but work calls.”
“You need to hire some help.”
“And share my profits.”
“What was I thinking.”
Choiri loves Counter Space. The store is her life.
“My Earth WW2 boots are Super Reduced if you’re interested?”
“Nice, I’ll take a pair.”


(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams

The book that started it all.
(
It's FREE

The first  two Tin Universe Middle Grade books-$1.00,

THE COLLECTED #4


CLEAN CUE CITY: PART FOUR

Written/Created by 
Brian C. Williams
Edited by 
no one but myself and my cats, 
and they spell better than I do.

Once Molly spots me coming in she puts in an order for my Simple Salad and so 
pretty quickly after I take my seat, "Simple Salad and cold water."
"Thanks Molly, you look really busy today?"
"We were but the morning rush is over. Every day is a up and down of rush hours 
and clean up hours."
"Cool, glade to hear business is good. I'll be seeing you later for lunch and 
dinner since I just started my vacation."
She smiles.
She's hot.
I'm not.
"The lunch special is grilled peppers and for dinner we are doing tomato soup."
"All good."
She smiles.
She's hot.
I'm not.
"I'll leave you to eat and head back to the kitchen to help with the breakfast 
clean up."
I dig into my Simple Salad but after a few bites I pull out my Media Mobile, 
think ipad but useful, and look for something to do after breakfast.
"Cool."
Looks like a theater near by is showing a marathon of Keeping Up Appearances 
episodes. I'll have to eat quick before tickets sale out.
What'd you think living on an alien planet offered for entertainment? You Wrong! 
It's Britcoms and Ceaser Salads... Someone help, does a Ceaser Salad have 
chicken?
The Simple Salad Rules!!!


(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams

The book that started it all.
(
It's FREE

The first  two Tin Universe Middle Grade books-$1.00,

THE COLLECTED #2


CLEAN CUE CITY: PART TWO

Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Melinda L. Harold

   The room wasn't filled with tension. OK, it was filled with tension but that 
was such a cliched way to open the scene. I didn't want to do it but here we are 
in a sort of rambling mess. I was trying to avoid the way things were going, 
unfortunately, I found myself just writing to fill up the space. I wanted to 
make more out of what little I was giving you this week. I just need to let 
things flow and promise a larger Part Three.
   Enough about that, narrator to the side.
   Two men sat in a small, metal, sound-proof room. Each to one side of a single 
table placed in the middle of the room. Two figures of authority. One of very 
high authority. Both are searching for answers but only one is asking questions.
   "Once again, please go over what happened?"
   "I know we have to do this, but can I have a minute to think?"
   "Well, I need to get as much as I can from you while the events are still 
fresh in your mind."
   "I know, sorry."
   "Just one more time and then you can go home, Officer."
   "How many didn't make it?"
   "Please, Officer, let's keep to the details of the event. You understand why 
we have to stay focused?"
   "Yes, sorry."
   "OK, once again."
   "It was humans..."


(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams

The book that started it all.
(
It's FREE

The first  two Tin Universe Middle Grade books-$1.00,