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Name: Thad
Location: Oak Ridge, Tennessee, United States
Birthday: 5/23/1978
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Interests: I am an international published writer. I used to use this blog, but have moved to The Word Shop I used to be the head writer for The Common Tongue, but they are no longer publishing. Connect with me on Myspace If you would like to have your story edited by me, I am more than willing. Ghost Writing is Available
I would like to connect with agents and publishers to make something happen with four novels and a number of short stories.
Expertise: I write for a number of sites. Including Helium and Faith Writers.
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| I haven't been keeping up with tthis blog and maybe i will start, because unlike alot of site Xanga is actually faithful and constant.
I am writing today to tell everyone about my band which you can find at myspace.com/decemberharvest or just google December Harvest -- but most everything is on the myspace.
The moview fell through. Our camera man left us and we floundered on our own for a while. But ultimately iut was nothign but a learning experience. Now, my focus is on the music and on the newly formed theatre in our little town.
Yes, we have our own theatre. I'm trying to do my best at keeping it together and so is everyone else.
I haven't been writing, except for some lyrics here and there, mostly practicing the bass. Oh, it was my birthday a few days back. I got an espresso maker, so now I can drink a caffe mocha and enjoy HP Lovecraft or Mark Twain or Saadia's Poetry.
everyone have a good summer, hope to write soon.
thadd
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| a geographic mystery: in the asylum
suspects: doctor / heart attack / something from another dimention / suicide
I wrote this for a mystery collector, but I missed the point -- So, here it is, in all it's spendor.
Jim
Gumach jerked awake so fast that he barely caught himself before
falling onto the tiled floor. His eyes strained, but it wasn't
darkness that it strained against, it was the large hydrogen light
overhead. Here at Lifeforce -- the small Tennessean Hospital for the
Pyschotic -- the lights never went off.
Jim tried
desperately to hang onto a peice of his dream, but the buzz and
intensity of the light erased it before he could grasp the entire idea.
In
his dream he'd seen his friend, Abraham, sitting amidst swirling
numbers and spiraling lines of code, which looked like small pieces of
an equation, each a part of something larger; and, whatever that larger
something was it had to do with a door between dimensions. Abe said
the door could be opened, but behind the door lay a world full of
danger.
Jim scooted to the edge of the bed and
grabbed his pencil from the drawer. On a pad of paper, he wrote:
Everything stems from one point. He'd come to believe this school of
thought in the 3rd grade. During that year while memorizing the
multiplication tables and noticed that the product of nine when added
together it always equaled another product of 9.
For example:
9x9=81 (8+1=9), and
9x56=504 (5+0+4=9), and
even into the millions,
9x12,561,789=113,056,101 (1+1+3+0+5+6+1+0+1=18)
another product of 9.
He
closed his eyes now trying to forget the dream and the unfamiliar
shapes that circled around Abe. He shook his head slowly wanting to
start over, to go back to sleep and dream a better dream.
A
loud knock came on the door then and Jim looked around at the door,
focusing on the small square of plexiglass, his only window. In it he
saw the face of his favorite nurse, Virginia. Mascara streaked her
face.
He stood quickly and walked to the door, wanting to know what was wrong. She told him in two words.
"Abraham died."
Jim
didn't believe it. Abe was a healthy 19 year old boy. Despite the
fact that he was locked in a mental institution, he was a philosophic
genius and a math savant.
"Why?" Jim asked through the glass.
"It was his heart, he..."
"That's bull." Jim said, turning away from the window.
"Jim..." Virginia started.
Her
turned back towards the door. "No, I know Abraham and He was onto
something big, even I've started to see." He stopped, becoming
serious. "I've seen what Abraham talks about."
The nurse
listened politely, but held her hand out before Jim could get excited.
"Listen," she said, "Abraham had dilusions, he...and you..."
"No, Abe knew something was going to happen to him."
"Why would anything happen to him?"
"Because,"Jim started, cupping his hand to his mouth, where only Virginia could see, "He found the doorway."
She looked down and shook her head, disappointed. "Jim, everyone is going to miss Abe, but we don't have to make stories..."
Jim lowered his head and thought of the dream. "I'm not making stories, Abe told me about the things over there."
She
opened the door and let Jim out of his room. "If you let anyone hear
you talking this way," she warned, "they will lock you back in your
room."
Jim nodded his head and walked toward the Commons Area.
Instead of taking his breakfast outside Jim sat at a table. He had only eaten one bite of his food when Mark sat next to him.
"Abe's dead," Mark said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Bet you don't know what killed him?"
"A heart attack?"
"Nope, it's those sleeping pills man, they feed them to us like candy."
"And you eat them like candy."
Mark
hit the table with his hand, "What choice do we have, we're prisoners,
man. Just look at you, you've been in confinement for a week."
"You always have a choice, Mark, just like Abe had one." This seemed to get Mark's attention and Jim lowered his voice.
"What did he do?"
"Well, for one thing I know Abe didn't take the pills, he had a way to cough them back up."
Marks eyes swelled to the size of golfballs.
"Really!?"
He said, thinking. "That means the medicine didn't kill him and..."
He jumped up so fast that his chair screached across the floor, causing
three patients to look up. Before he could get away, Jim grabbed his
arm.
"Where are you going." Mark tried to pull free, but Jim tightened his grip.
Mark's eyes relaxed then. "OK, man, I won't tell, not until..."
"If you tell," Jim said, voice even softer than before, "the same thing that got Abe will get you."
Mark
cleared his throat and sat down. "You think Abe went through one of
those doors, don't you, like he was always talking about?"
"I don't know what happened exactly, but I know he didn't have a heart attack."
"The
doctor man, he's poisoning us. He gives us all these medications that
we don't need." Mark looked around gravely, watching the stoic eyes of
the other patients. "We are all dying in here."
"You
know the dimentions are real. Just look what happened to Abe." For a
moment, Jim didn't move. "Look, I need your help."
"How?"
"Remember how Abe talked about the things on the other side?"
"Yeah."
"Remember how he said that if you didn't stay still the things would notice you and tear you apart."
"Yeah." Mark squirmed in his chair.
"Did he ever tell you what they looked like?"
Mark thought a moment. "He said they had tenticles."
"Yeah, but do you believe him?"
Mark frowned, "I think the medicine killed him. It's going to get us all, especially our liver."
"But, do you believe Abe could go to another world?"
"Sometimes, used to, I did."
"So, you think he..."
"I
think," Mark said looking around, "I think he might have killed
himself just so someone would think he went to another dimention."
From across the room, Jim heard someone say, "Abe killed himself?" and then another woman asked, "What?"
After
breakfast Jim had an appointment to see the doctor. So he sat alone in
the Reading Room wondering if Abe had actually found a way to enter
another dimention.
When it was time, Virginia
came and escorted Jim to his appointment, but on the way Jim stopped
walking. "Do you really think Abe had a heart attack? I mean he was
only nineteen?"
Virginia didn't want to discuss it, and it showed on her face but she answered anyway, "Yes, I think he had a heart attack."
Jim knew she was lying. "You're lying," he said, "I always know when you're lying."
She didn't say anything, only turned and walked down the hallway toward Dr. Jurnigan's office.
He
stopped her again right at the door and pleaded with her to tell the
truth, to just tell him what happened. Abe was his roommate, he had to
know what happened. But she opened the door, not saying a word. A
tear was in her eye.
Dr. Jurnigan sat at his desk, dressed like a funeral director, "Good morning Jim, how are you feeling."
"Considering my roommate died last night?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Abe was a very special person."
"What do you think killed him?"
J urnigan looked up, "a heart attack of course."
Jim jumped up, "that's a lie."
"Sit down Jim," Jurnigan said.
"Not until you tell me what happened to Abe."
"Sit down and I'll tell you."
Suddenly, Jim thought about sitting, but instead he kicked the desk sending the computer screen toppling onto the floor..
"Mark thinks you killed him with the sleeping medicine, did you."
Jurnigan
stood, "Jim your getting close to that line we spoke about." Jim
lifter his chair. "Now, listen, violence doesn't solve anything."
Outside
the office, Virginia heard the commotion and quietly opened the door.
Inside she saw Jurnigan trapped behind his desk. Jim held a chair over
his head, yelling something about another dimention. Quickly Virginia
removed a needle from her apron and gave Jim a good dose. He tried to
fight, but quickly slumped, bringing the chair down almost on top of
himself.
"Thank you," the doctor said, relaxing. "Call the orderlies please."
As
Virginia called for transportation, Dr. Jurnigan knelt beside Jim.
"He's right, you know. It wasn't a heart attack. Abraham overdosed on
his sleeping pills. He had only acted like he was swallowing them."
"Atleast,"
Virginia said, smiling, "it wasn't something from Abrahams other
dimention, or Mark's wild idea about you poisoning everybody."
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"I preached last night, Stephen."
"Yeah, I's there. "
"Whur, hidin' in the back?"
"Yes sir."
"Did you think it was a good servus, or did ya sleep like always?"
"I didn't sleep, I thought it was good."
"I don't think it came off right. It seemed like no one was listenin', you know?"
"Maybe thinking of Christmas."
"Stephen, everone who's not saved'll be cookin' and bakin' in hell when the trump blows?"
"Yeah, I heerd jee, but, I don't think them people's ever heerd 'xactly like you put it. Come to think of it, they might've took it the wrong way and..."
"Well, that's the way it's goan be, take it or leave it. If ye don't know the Lord, you'll be cookin' and bakin' in hell."
"You right, but they's ways of tellin' it that doan make it hurt so."
"Yeah, I've heerd them preachers and I think they's after money."
"That might be true, sir, but they's got a big crowd...and they spread the Word to them people..."
"And
when they tell them that heaven is awaitin', them offerin' plates
just fills with greenbacks and checks high as a mountain, it's a sight to see. But, it don't save
'em, son. Money doan make it right."
"But, scarin' em doan always make 'em get saved, take me for instance, it wasn't bein' scured that made me love Jesus it was him loving me, even I didn't know why he would love me."
"God wants the whole world to come to heaven, but without Jesus their only..."
"Cooking
and baking?"
"Yeah."
"I have a friend who thinks the devil is workin'
for God. He's Jewish and he calls him the devil, "Shaton", instead of Satan and he
says that God gave him the job of tempting us. Do you believe that? Do
you believe the devil is workin' for God?"
"Naw, that's a lie.
The devil went again' God long time ago and he's right here with us
waitin' fo' the Judgment Day. That's what it tells ya in Revelations."
"Thats what I thinks too. The devil is fightin' God and is trying to get us to go to hell."
"You got it."
"Pastor, why you think there's so many people who don't believe?"
"I don't know, Stephen."
"I think it's because everybody ignores miracles and only remembers the bad? Thur trying to get rich and all, so fast, that they don't see all they's been given fo' free."
"Maybe, but we have to know Jesus died for us and that we're the children of God."
"I know."
"The
whole point of preaching is to tell people that the world's goan pass
away and Jesus is comin', and to let the world know that Satan's not goan to rule in hell, he's goan to suffer along with all who don't know Jesus' love."
"Yeah, sufferin'."
"Stephen, tell me what I'm doin wrong, you was there. Am I using the right passages or maybe I don't explain them right."
"Pastor, you've just got to trust the Spirit. You cain't allow yousef to talk
to the people, you got to let God talk to 'em. Just like in Acts. You
got to let the Spirit flow out of ya."
"That's good advice, ha ha, great advice."
"You know, there's another thing that might hep the people listen."
"Wats sat?"
"Maybe the people doan want to be called "Hell-bound" no-more."
"But they is hellbound, if they doan have Jesus."
"But, you gots to talk to the saved ones to."
"What if they ain't?"
"You should tell 'em to get saved, then you got ta tell 'em about
the rest of the bible. Let God show 'em all that God did for Jesus to come. You can always have a alter
call near the end, but let God guide the people to it."
"What could I talk about? All's I know is Jesus."
"That's
the best part to me."
"Me too."
"Sometimes I thinks they think you judging them and
sayin' they's goan to hell when you knows they saved. You baptised 'em
yousef."
"But if they ain't got Jesus Christ to save them, then they's lost."
"But, everybody in're church is saved pastor."
"Stephen, you ever thought 'bout preachin', you ever thought about lettin' God talk through you?"
"Naw, I's always let you do the preachin'. Mos the time, I'm sleepin'."
"You do sleep alot in church."
"But I'm dreamin' of heaven cause I know Jesus died for me when He was hanging on that cross. I know I'm saved from hell."
"won't be no cookin' and burnin' for you when this world ends, huh?"
"Nope not for me. Only heaven and angels for me."
"Merry Christmas, Stephen."
"You too, sir."
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| So, let me tell you about the first day of shooting. First, we had a writer's meeting and talked about the pilot, deciding major roles and the idea of the band. We agreed on most parts of the series, but since it is getting pretty good and becoming more possible everyday, I don't want to tell the plot.
Then, we took the camera into the woods and got some background shots, planning for certain parts of the episode.
Saturday, we are meeting the actors -- or anyone who wants to participate -- we will hold auditions for the roles and also meet everyone. Hopefully this will be a very exciting day for everyone.
Just so everyone knows, the roles are these -- and just to be fair and honest -- atleast one female role is needed,
We will keep everyone informed best we can, please send a message if your interested in participating
Viktor (main character) -- writer,
Matthew (main character) -- musicain, newly graduated from UT, Bachelor in Science, minor in Music
Sub characters -- we need two
Later in the episodes there will be a need for many extras, so please if you want to participate, let us know. We will keep you informed the best we can.
Email: zeropoint.writer@yahoo.com
or www.myspace.com/zeropointillusions
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