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Post by wolf on Dec 3, 2020 23:02:26 GMT
...."Pop. 178" comin' after the holidays.
And "Evening on Pan's hillside"
...they're both more like warmer weather stories.🙂
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Post by wolf on Apr 4, 2021 0:10:02 GMT
I am currently working on writing “Pop.178” offline, when I have time to.
For now, here is a pair of scenes with some illustrations to go with them.
When my sun got into middle school, he used to like for me to tell him the stories about the gods and demi gods, and often I would make drawings and other art works for him too.
"Perseus Prepared For His Quest"
…Artemis had polished her sister’s shield to a mirror finish. Bringing it to her and handing it over, she asked
“Why the Alpha and Omega on your shield ‘Thena?”
Athene held the gleaming disc up, admiring it fondly. It was one of her favorite gifts from her beloved Hephaestus. She thought quietly for a moment then replied to the Wild Thing,
“Because all of this began with Athene, and now it must end with Athene…..”
Turning, she handed the useful tool and weapon to Perseus and continued on saying to he and Artemis both, as Hermes sat back listening carefully,
“…And Perseus is my champion. Now go out into the world young man and do good. Be a Hero. My Hero…and put poor Medusa out of her misery.”
- Wolf
(another later scene of the same story in next post 🙂)
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Post by wolf on Apr 4, 2021 0:13:59 GMT
“In Hephaestus’ Forge”
.....Athene entered the stifling forge, a wave of cool breeze accompanying her entrance.
Cyclopean helpers stepped out of the towering goddess’ way. Out of the corner of his eye, Hephaestus saw their huddle parting and felt the soothing draft. Looking up and seeing the deity of wisdom and more he smiled and asked her,
“How is it that my favorite She-King of war, and other great things, has come here to me….lowly me? It’s been far too long since you have graced these hot chambers of mine.”
The goddess smiled for the first time in days on seeing him again and hearing his voice. Her voice was as cool and soothing as the light wind she brought with her to him.
“Yes it has been far too long, Master Maker and Builder!…I have use of thee my friend. A new sword and shield. Please, my Lord.”
That was all Hephaestus needed to hear, he had his order. Immediately he went to work, thinking of what he would fashion for her this time, as he hammered away at his anvil….
- Wolf
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Post by wolf on May 7, 2021 20:06:12 GMT
"Population 178"
(Part I)
About 80 miles away from 'a big Somewhere', out in the middle of one of many 'Nowheres'......there's a spot of ground. A town. An off and mildly unsettlingly odd small town. Where subtle strange things can often occur. And some good things too. There are SOME good friendly people here. Then there’s the others…..
The summer has come. The heat is massive but dry. No humidity right now to make the days miserable and nigh onto unbearable. Day after day for over a month the skies have been bright blue and cloudless. We’re rapidly approaching 104 + degree days. And that’s before the heat index gets more attention in the forecasts than it deserves. Hot is just hot, you get over it.
I don’t much like this place, never did. The only good things about it are the rabbit hunting (deer shy away from here unfortunately), getting to occasionally see some bobcat, or coyotyl, in the early predawn hours when we would be heading for the City to work. That's always a kick. Those things and more. Hearing, listening to, all the coyotes at night.They call to eachother in differnt ways. I like that very much, and watching all the hawks soar up in the bright blue skies too. So many more out here, compared to where I usually live. And the stars at night too. All those beautiful stars. I really like laying out in the cool grass some nights, long after the sun has set, and looking up at them all. Not even really thinking about anything, just looking and admiring. And I do love spending time with the calves and the neighbor’s horses.... and being harassed by the Uncle's goats, and harassing them right back. That's always a bit fun. The big Billy is an a**h*le, and he LIKES being that way. "Horns! Meet log!"...rattled his brains a couple of times, but didn't really hurt him. Just got him to understand that I wasn't going to put up with his sh!t. Stinky Nubian bastard. One of his favorite things to do is blindside people, REGULARLY.
And the fresh, fresh eggs and milk! That's always one of the best things too.
On the way back to what is home for now, summer afternoons when we get off work earlier….always seems to be when odd little things happened. Usually with some animals. You don’t see many people out and around this place this time of day. Everything looks an eerie; bothersome dead still in the bright sun. It looks and FEELS 'off' in a vague sort of way. Few small houses on this road and they're spaced far apart. Windows in them all look dark, no sign of life. It would all look abandoned, if it weren't for the mowed front lawns, and the one or two cars or trucks parked. I caught on real quick that these little episodes seem to always be going on, on one particular stretch of the farm road we exit on to....and within the same hours also. But all of that is for a little later in this story, right now me and Gran are still on our way to getting there.
Driving down the highway on the wayback to this current home. I’ve got only my thinking and the Eagles playing in my head, to keep me company. Gran’s car only has an AM radio, and we rarely turn it on. I’m counting the mile markers, amusing myself on the long flat stretches of road, by looking from one mile marker to the next. In the far off distance shimmering waves of heat are coming up off the lanes ahead, emanating from watery mirages. I will remember those shimmery waves of heat again some months later, when I see the movie 'Predator' for the first time. That will be after we move back to 'town'. That 'big Somewhere'. Not really a town, that's just what we call it.
And Randy Meisner is singing to me,”…so put me on highyway! And show me the signs!….”
On either side of the highway there are open fields. Most fenced with Bois d’Arc wood and barbed wire. Occassionally you see the heavy metal pipe, painted white, horse fence. This is cow and horse country. Some fields are speckled with various breeds of bovines, others with equines of every kind. Many, if not most, are dotted with huge rolls of baled hay, wrapped tight with the same heavy baling wire I like use to make hangers for my potted plants on the porch. I get it from the local Feed and Seed. A few other fields filled with corn stalk sporadically appear. And of course there the truck stops, but we left those behind quite a few miles back.
We’re coming up on our exit. Right opposite is a place I always look at as it long as I can before we make the turn. Horse fence abounds on this spanse of land, this guy has got a really nice house set off towards the back of his property. Makes South Fork look like crap. I’m looking for the horses. He raises Arabians here…..
(Part II con't in next post coming asap.)
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2021 20:45:52 GMT
Nice imagery in the opening to Population 178, wolfie. Makes you feel lonely and thinking to think of something, anything, to pass the time and monotony of driving with not much to see. applouse
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Post by wolf on May 7, 2021 21:22:46 GMT
Nice imagery in the opening to Population 178, wolfie. Makes you feel lonely and thinking to think of something, anything, to pass the time and monotony of driving with not much to see. 
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2021 23:33:49 GMT
Nice imagery in the opening to Population 178, wolfie. Makes you feel lonely and thinking to think of something, anything, to pass the time and monotony of driving with not much to see.
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Post by wolf on May 7, 2021 23:51:50 GMT
Thank you Dio! Appreciate that very much. 🙂
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Post by wolf on May 30, 2021 21:27:32 GMT
Alright diobolic ....since you're SUPPOSED to be sitting back on your a$$, being a good Dio (yeah, riigghhtt) and resting to get through this pneumonia bullsh!t....I'll try to help you out with the boredom. (Writing this spontaneously on the tablet, so bear with me)
Here's the satisfying epilogue you wanted.....
A few days later, Angel woke up in a rather foul irritable mood. The side of the left hand was aching badly....and it was NOT a good sign. She was disappointed to see that it was overcast and there would be no glorious sunset to take in this morning. It was still dark out when rose this morning and that loving moon was a faint spread out glow behind the thick cloud coverage.
As making the day's first pot of coffee, the seraph's hand ached more and she something awful was brewing. With the coffee on and the big cup on the counter at the ready, she took up the Marlboro's and Zippo going the dog path through the living to take a look around.
The first she saw was the evil hearted bitch, driving off. She was speeding....with no one stirring in the neighborhood yet, and there was no mortals looking on t catch her 'breaking a law'.
The sight angered angel even more. She just knew the slattern was up to no damn good. The boxer's break wasactually hurting for the first time in years......sucking up the pain and frustration. The Angel went and sat on the loveseat, turning on the tv and looking at the morning news....what was going on there was just more to piss her off.
Finally Angel got up and looked out the front door once more. The horrid yellow house dark. It's driveway empty. And still, there was no one out. That's when the Archangel decided it was time to end a few miseries that plagued her and this place. She thought out to the Comer, " If you want to watch this, you better get your a$$ here pretty quick. And bring beer, Goddamnit."
A squirrel chuckled and chattered, another twittered and both doves cooed. Then they were silent. Angel gave the house one last lingering glare.....and the gas leak that had slow and small for over a year grew and began to fill the hideous house. Angel went back and sat down on the loveseat. Watched the news and drank a cup of coffee.
The Comer came. Brought bear and had coffee too. Right before the Workaholic went to his front door....the Demons house exploded. The local firedepartment and all the other authorities are still trying to figure out just how the houses on either side of dump were still standing unscathed.
- Wolf
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Post by wolf on Jun 1, 2021 18:08:14 GMT
(...On the 'epiclogue' ...I'll edit, clean it up and fix it when I have time diobolic . 😉 Jetted all that down while was on 'Fire Duty' out on the patio the other day.)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2021 18:12:29 GMT
(...On the 'epiclogue' ...I'll edit, clean it up and fix it when I have time diobolic . 😉 Jetted all that down while was on 'Fire Duty' out on the patio the other day.)  |
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Post by wolf on Jun 1, 2021 18:14:17 GMT
(...On the 'epiclogue' ...I'll edit, clean it up and fix it when I have time diobolic . 😉 Jetted all that down while was on 'Fire Duty' out on the patio the other day.)  |
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Post by wolf on Jun 2, 2021 0:01:45 GMT
"Angel and the Demon"
Epilogue
A few days later, Angel woke up in a rather foul, irritable mood. The side of the left hand was aching badly....and that was NOT a good sign. She was disappointed to see that it was overcast and there would be no glorious sunrise to take in this morning. It was still dark out when the Angel rose this morning, and that loving moon was a faint spread out glow behind the thick cloud coverage.
As making the day's first pot of coffee, the seraph's hand ached more and she just knew something awful was brewing. With the coffee on and the big cup on the counter at the ready, she took up the Marlboro's and Zippo, going the dog path through the living room to take a look around outside. The first she saw was that evil hearted bitch Demon, driving off. She was speeding....with no one stirring in the neighborhood yet, no mortals looking on to catch her 'breaking a law'.
The sight angered Angel even more. The slattern was up to no damn good. The boxer's break was actually hurting for the first time in years......sucking up the pain and frustration. The Watcher went and sat on the loveseat, turning on the tv and looking at the morning news....what was going on there was just more to piss her off.
Finally Angel got up and looked out the front door once more. The horrid yellow house was dark. It's driveway empty. And still, there was no one out. That's when the Archangel decided it was time to end a few miseries that plagued her and this place. She thought out to the Comer loudly and adamantly, " If you want to watch this, you better get your a$$ here pretty quick. And bring beer, Goddamnit."
A squirrel chuckled and chattered, another nearby sparrow twittered and both doves cooed. Then they were silent. Angel gave the house one last lingering glare.....and the gas leak that had been slow and small for over a year grew and began to fill the hideous house. Angel went back and sat down on the loveseat. Watched the news and drank a cup of coffee.
The Comer came. Brought enough beer to be loaded for bear and had coffee too. Right before the Workaholic went to his front door....the Demons house exploded. (The local fire department and all the other authorities are still trying to figure out just how the houses on either side of the wretched dump were still standing unscathed.)
Angel and the Comer heard it. Definitely felt it...even more so than the shocked and panicking mortals in the neighborhood. The Roman shades were left down and the pair continued watching tv quietly when the Demon returned to the street and drove towards the ruins of her beloved safe lair. Stopped in the middle of the street in front of the Watcher's house, she stared....shocked. And Good God the Almighty looked down at her with a furrowed brow. There was brilliant flash of sheet lightning overhead that filled the sky, then a furious crack of thunder and more thunderous rumblings in the distance. The Demons suddenly felt a cold sweat break out allover her, her vision blurred and she squeezed shut tight her eyes as her head spun and swam, and she lost her breath. Her heart was pierced by a sharp stabbing pain that was excruciating. It passed after a few long seconds. When she caught her breath again and opened her eyes...she could see more, and more clearly, than she ever had before in all her life. Glancing up at the rear view mirror, she happened to notice the Mark of Cain on her cheek, and how her eyes were bulging in a strange sort of way. Those were things she'd never seen before. That Demon had finally died.
And NOW she knew what she was, and everything (all the things) that Angel knew.
Angel and the Comer did not know where she had been that very early morning, or what she had done. She had gone somewhere out of their jurisdictions. But the Lord God knew, and HE did something about it. The Demon knew what she was and all about the pain, suffering and hate she had caused in her life (and exactly how the 'butterfly effect' works...for good.. or not).
For once there was no dramatics out of her, no wailing and crying over her misfortunes, no looking for more love, sympathy and help from others, than she was entitled to. And just as Angel had said she would, she became very afraid. She put her gold Buick into gear and slowly, carefully went on down the street...past her now empty lot and the fire trucks in front of it. She made herself invisible, so as not to get the attention of the good neighbor mortals...that were looking on. She drove on and went straight to her mother's house and never looked back.
It wasn't long after she'd left the street, that pain and ache completely subsided and left Angel's hand. She ran fingers along the bone on it's side....even the knot in it, where the break had knitted back together was gone. The seraph let out a long contented sigh and looked a her friend, "It's done now." The Comer smiled big, for the first time since arriving that morning and asked, "Can we start drinkin' now!?" Angel laughed, "Hell yeah! Go get us some beer man!" The Comer went to the fridge, and the Watcher and Protector got up and opened the Roman shade on the picture window beside the front door of the Spartan house.....telling everyone in the neighborhood that it was safe to come around once more.
- Wolf
There you go diobolic Dio !
All done.🙂
...HAPPY now, bub? 🤨 😉
Keep on taking care of yourself, and please do keep on letting us know how you're doing! We love ya, Dio. 🙂🙏 
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2021 2:12:21 GMT
Great finish, Wolfie. Sounds like someone's out of a job, though. Well, there goes the neighborhood. 👍🙏😇
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Post by wolf on Jun 2, 2021 3:03:54 GMT
Great finish, Wolfie. Sounds like someone's out of a job, though. Well, there goes the neighborhood. 👍🙏😇
Glad you liked it, Dio.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2021 18:15:28 GMT
Great finish, Wolfie. Sounds like someone's out of a job, though. Well, there goes the neighborhood. 👍🙏😇
Glad you liked it, Dio.
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Post by wolf on Jun 2, 2021 20:44:12 GMT
Lol, you never know who is going to move in next door. 😄😉
Glad you liked it, Dio.
(...more glad to get you off my butt about the ending. 🤨 😄😉)
And I will!...Just have a lot of things going on right now.🙂
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Post by wolf on Jul 29, 2021 22:17:39 GMT
Revamped a quick short something I wrote in another thread a long time back, and added to it.
Inspiration does just come on suddenly some days.
(Yesss...I know I need to finish "Pop. 178" I will as soon as I can and keep it all together. 🙂)
"A scene".....
The Sun was settling into the horizon.
Apollo's fiery horses reach their western stable,
and his sister's beloved Moon was on the rise.
Apollo finished his song to and for the coming Eos,
and lay down his lyre.
The agora, which the gods and muses had taken for theirs that evening,
was very still in admiration, and momentarily noiseless.
Hermes nearby, raised his glass and smiled,
having known Eos for far longer than the younger Apollo,
anticipated that she would swoon
when she heard what he had created for her.
And the powerful dawn colors they would create,
during their early morning tryst,
would be most beautiful and breath taking indeed.
And the other patrons and guests of the event.....
Dire Sappho the saturnine poetess and honorary 10th muse,
she is moved deeply, and wipes aside a scant drop of her eye.
She smiles that slight, intrigued Mona Lisa smile.
Artemis' wolfish ears pr!ck up,
standing alert having paid rapt attention.
Instinctively fingering her bow,
as if scratching an itch not quite yet felt,
listening, wanting to know more.
Athene, Justice and Wisdom incarnate,
smiles broadly with knowing understanding
and nods her approval.
Erato the Muse and loving Aphrodite sigh,
sisters in heart, together hugging close.
Their souls having been spoken to,
they also smile through the soft tears they shed.
The hearth of Hestia's warm heart dwindles and cools
then suddenly bursts anew with high flames.
Even haughty, strident Hera has been made
calm quiet and contemplative.
Discordant, vile hearted Eris beside her,
is sullen, hushed, recognizing the depth of the bright formidable.
Demeter's heart and mind are touched too,
she breathes in long and fully, then breathes out slowly, relaxing.
Her mood set, she rises to go visit daughter Persephone.
Inspired to help her tend her lovely dark and lush gardens of Tartarus.
Ares, an eyebrow raised thinks about it all,
then breaks the silence,
"hmm...Not bad, dude!"
Slurps back the last contents of his goblet,
and snaps up the distracted Dionysius' full goblet.
The god of wine revelry notices a split second too late,
(he was watching Hestia as Ares eyed Aphrodite)
"A$$h*le", he calls the walking riot,
and Ares grins, nodding enthusiastically.
- Wolf
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Post by wolf on Oct 21, 2021 21:54:30 GMT
"Population 178"
(Part I)
About 80 miles away from 'a big Somewhere', out in the middle of one of many 'Nowheres'......there's a spot of ground. A town. An off and mildly unsettlingly odd small town. Where subtle strange things can often occur. And some good things too. There are SOME good friendly people here. Then there’s the others…..
The summer has come. The heat is massive but dry. No humidity right now to make the days miserable and nigh onto unbearable. Day after day for over a month the skies have been bright blue and cloudless. We’re rapidly approaching 104 + degree days. And that’s before the heat index gets more attention in the forecasts than it deserves. Hot is just hot, you get over it.
I don’t much like this place, never did. The only good things about it are the rabbit hunting (deer shy away from here unfortunately), getting to occasionally see some bobcat, or coyotyl, in the early predawn hours when we would be heading for the City to work. That's always a kick. Those things and more. Hearing, listening to, all the coyotes at night.They call to eachother in differnt ways. I like that very much, and watching all the hawks soar up in the bright blue skies too. So many more out here, compared to where I usually live. And the stars at night too. All those beautiful stars. I really like laying out in the cool grass some nights, long after the sun has set, and looking up at them all. Not even really thinking about anything, just looking and admiring. And I do love spending time with the calves and the neighbor’s horses.... and being harassed by the Uncle's goats, and harassing them right back. That's always a bit fun. The big Billy is an a**h*le, and he LIKES being that way. "Horns! Meet log!"...rattled his brains a couple of times, but didn't really hurt him. Just got him to understand that I wasn't going to put up with his sh!t. Stinky Nubian bastard. One of his favorite things to do is blindside people, REGULARLY.
And the fresh, fresh eggs and milk! That's always one of the best things too.
On the way back to what is home for now, summer afternoons when we get off work earlier….always seems to be when odd little things happened. Usually with some animals. You don’t see many people out and around this place this time of day. Everything looks an eerie; bothersome dead still in the bright sun. It looks and FEELS 'off' in a vague sort of way. Few small houses on this road and they're spaced far apart. Windows in them all look dark, no sign of life. It would all look abandoned, if it weren't for the mowed front lawns, and the one or two cars or trucks parked. I caught on real quick that these little episodes seem to always be going on, on one particular stretch of the farm road we exit on to....and within the same hours also. But all of that is for a little later in this story, right now me and Gran are still on our way to getting there.
Driving down the highway on the wayback to this current home. I’ve got only my thinking and the Eagles playing in my head, to keep me company. Gran’s car only has an AM radio, and we rarely turn it on. I’m counting the mile markers, amusing myself on the long flat stretches of road, by looking from one mile marker to the next. In the far off distance shimmering waves of heat are coming up off the lanes ahead, emanating from watery mirages. I will remember those shimmery waves of heat again some months later, when I see the movie 'Predator' for the first time. That will be after we move back to 'town'. That 'big Somewhere'. Not really a town, that's just what we call it.
And Randy Meisner is singing to me,”…so put me on highyway! And show me the signs!….”
On either side of the highway there are open fields. Most fenced with Bois d’Arc wood and barbed wire. Occassionally you see the heavy metal pipe, painted white, horse fence. This is cow and horse country. Some fields are speckled with various breeds of bovines, others with equines of every kind. Many, if not most, are dotted with huge rolls of baled hay, wrapped tight with the same heavy baling wire I like use to make hangers for my potted plants on the porch. I get it from the local Feed and Seed. A few other fields filled with corn stalk sporadically appear. And of course there the truck stops, but we left those behind quite a few miles back.
We’re coming up on our exit. Right opposite is a place I always look at as it long as I can before we make the turn. Horse fence abounds on this spanse of land, this guy has got a really nice house set off towards the back of his property. Makes South Fork look like crap. I’m looking for the horses. He raises Arabians here…..
(Part II con't in next post coming asap.) Thank you Dio! Appreciate that very much. 🙂
(...um....Gran's driving..... I'm watching the road and LIKING the scenery.😉) 
...I KNOW it has taken me far too long to get this short ON....
But I know why, there are very significant events that occurred during that time,
and I've been wanting to get them all in the next post,
but not take too long to do it.....
(They really are quite detailed.
And...not the easiest things to explain in a succinct tidy manner. You'll see.)
.....So recently I decided to make a rough outline of the remainder of this 'recollection story'.
It'll keep me on task and right back on it that much faster....
Outline for the remainder of "Pop.178" :
1. The 'very wrong dog' on the exit farm road. And the next day 'the Vulture and roadkill'.
2. The main drag of THE ONE AND ONLY STREET of the wanna be would be 'downtown'. (yes! This IS so much like the old west, and 'one horse towns'...NOOOO exaggerations here!) The one grocery store, boarded up stores, the OLD architecture. The one very old feed store/convenience/general store.
3. The feed and seed and the people there.
(...to be continued asap...after something else COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!)
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Post by diobolic on Oct 22, 2021 0:08:20 GMT
Thanks for the peek see wolf. It's gonna be sumptin' 😋
I hope that's me in the lower gif... not the upper one. 🤣
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