Thursday, May 17, 2018

Unicorn Concept Story


Week 8: Unicorn
“I fucking hate Unicorn’s!” Erin screams out as she blasts yet another one with her flamethrower.
“These fucking beasts! Why can’t they just go back to their fucking island?”
Gabriel had just finished blasting another unicorn of his own when he looked at Erin and started laughing.
“A hey Erin, you got a little something on you.”
Erin looks at her arm.
“SON OF BITCH, fucking rainbow blood again. These fuckers can explode! You would think I would know better after five years, but NOOOOOO I keep getting sprayed like an amateur.”
“Ya, who would have known that five years after discovering Unicorn Island, we would be fighting these vicious creatures with flame throwers. FOREVER! Guess that mythical lucky charm legend was bullshit. Wish someone would have left us a note or something. Fucking ancestors and shit. Oh let’s banish these creatures to an island and not tell anyone, what could possibly go wrong?”
Erin snorts.
“Ya, like no one will ever discover this in the future and mess with it. They will know Unicorns are bad MMMKKKAAAYYY!”
Just then the familiar scream of a charging unicorn comes at them.
“I got it!” Gabriel yells out. And fires off his flame thrower, as soon as the flames hit the unicorn explodes.
“Jeeze these fuckers are coming out of the woodwork. Also would have been helpful to know they multiply like rabbits!”
“Fourscore and a million years ago, we placed these rapidly multiplying pieces of majestic nightmare on this island to protect humanity! Would have been a nice note to leave so that one day a scientist wouldn’t discover the island and go all Jurassic park on us.” Erin declared with her thrower in the air and leg on a rock.
“Ya, that was a good movie, at least you expect that from dinosaurs. Not magical creatures everyone thought were good luck. Fucking scientists can’t leave anything alone.” Smirked Gabriel
“Well at least we discovered what kills them. FIRE!!!” Erin beamed as she sighted up another.
Gabriel and I are assigned wall duty today as part of what is left of civilization.  Giant cement walls were built around major cities across the globe to protect what was left of life as we know it. Unicorns couldn’t fly, but they could jump pretty high. They were vicious, vial, mean creatures who were hell bent on wiping out humanity. No one understood how they got to the island, or why lore always had them as being lucky. They were organized too, which made fighting them a daily chore. I guess being banished to an island for God only knows how long gave them plenty of time to plan world domination. They are hell bent on eradicating humans from the planet.
Each shift spends the majority of the time wiping them out, but they multiply so rapidly it’s a never ending job. “Science” is working on a way to end the breeding, but it’s taking time. So we sit out here armed with flames trying to eradicate the unicorn invasion. We have been on this tour for about four months, only two months left before a month of well-deserved leave. And I can’t wait to spend some time doing non flame related things. Or having rainbow unicorn blood all over me. You’d think it would be good for your skin or something but NNNNOOOOO we have to wear hazmat suits. Fucking awesome.
“What are you going to do on your leave?” Erin askes Gabriel as she takes out another unicorn.
“Me, man I’m going to sit on the roof of my building with headphones on, a kiddie pool of water, and a large pitcher of mead and forget about fucking unicorns for at least a week.” Gabriel exclaims!
Fitting for a man named Gabriel to expel mythical creatures from the earth. If only we could figure out some sort of poison or something to wipe them out.
“Fuck here comes like 10 of them!” Gabriel exclaims as a herd of unicorn have decided to take out the two guards.
Erin lite up the wall! You see, they built a wall of flame throwers about 10 feet from the cement wall just for times like these. It’s actually a pretty spectacular sight. Flames and then rainbows! A juxtaposition of color, myth, legend, and reality. It could almost be considered beautiful. Like fireworks on the 4th of July. Erin smiled at the thought.
“That wall is the most awesome thing EVER invented!” Erin says with a demon like tone.
“Ya, if it weren’t for that our hides would have been unicorn food.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure they’d spit your nasty ass out!” Erin elbowed Gabriel laughing.
“It’s good to not be delicious!!!” Gabriel elbows back.
And the two share a smile, before the next wave of attacks begin.

Week 18: Strategy

“LOOK OUT!!!” Gabriel screams just as Erin ducks below the stream of rainbow blood from yet another Unicorn attack.
“GOT IT!” Erin yells back as she turns slightly to her right to aim her flame thrower at another stampede.
“This is getting ridiculous.” She mutters. “They are becoming more organized, it’s like they are thinking with the same brain. How the hell are we supposed to stop this?”
Shrugging his shoulder Gabriel throws more flames down the field. “I don’t know Erin, but I think we need more people on shift. I guess our vacation time will have to wait a little longer. We should probably recall everyone and come up with a better plan.”
“Have the scientist’s come up with anything?” Erin askes exasperated.
“Nothing I’ve heard of yet. I thought they were trying to find something to spray in the air to prevent them from multiplying so fast.”
“I hope it’s soon, gear up, we have another stampede coming!”
A distress call comes through their coms.
Skish “Bravo team, bravo team, we need assistance to the south gate. Too many for just the two of us. Can you spare a hunter?”
“Spare? Are they crazy? We are barely holding it together out here!” Erin says
“That’s a negative Alpha team, we are being stampeded as we speak.” Gabriel calls out over the com.
“Roger Bravo. Eagle eye, Eagle eye, have any reserves you can send to help secure the gates? It’s getting dicey out here.”
“Roger Alpha, deploying more troops to the gates. ETA 20 minutes. Prepare for the wall of fire. Eagle eye out.”
“More troops?” Erin asks
“Wow, that’s a first!” Gabriel remarks
Just then the familiar sound of the air attack sirens goes off. Erin and Gabriel run for shelter. As the wall explodes in fire, you can hear the violent screams of the unicorns as they are incinerated. Rainbow blood explodes all around them. It’s both beautiful and haunting at the same time.
The wall of fire stops, and they get up access the damage.
“God I love that wall!?” Erin exclaims as the gate opens and expels two more troops.
“Hey Walter, how’s it hanging bro?” Gabriel reaches his gloved hand to shake Walter’s.
“Low and to the left my man, low and to the left. Heard you pussies needed some help!” Walter grinned out.
“Fuck you man, we were holding are own, it was Alpha team that called the distress in. Erin and I are kicking ass and taking names!”
Mavis pops her head around Walter. “Hey guys, can we save the ‘whose dick is bigger contest’ for later. We got work to do. We need to come up with a plan right Erin! Girl power plan!”
Erin laughs’ “If only their dicks shot fire, we’d be in good shape!”
“Hey ladies, you can’t handle all the man under this suit!” Walter pointing to his crotchal area.
“Ya, Ya, whatever, can we get back to the whole Unicorns trying to kill us part of our lives, I’d like to take a vacation this year.” Erin says exasperated.
“I heard the planes gearing up, which was odd considering we haven’t really been able to fly them too much, I wonder if they figured out the formula to stop the reproduction rate?” Mavis states.
Skish, “All units, all units, take cover and retreat to bunkers, prepare for wall of fire.”
“That’s odd, two times in a row?” Gabriel wondered out loud and scrambled for cover.
The sirens go off as they get into their positions, and then the hear the planes overhead.
“Huh, running the flames to provide cover for the planes? I wonder if they came up with a solution, or are testing something.” Erin wonders aloud.
“I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” Says Mavis
As the flames subside, and the planes move out of sight, the four hunters hunker down for the next fight.


Thursday, April 12, 2018

Drink


WEEK 14: Drink
Clink
Cold condensation saturates the outside of the glass and runs across the tips of his calloused fingers. The glass makes a hollow glonk sound as it hits the wood of the bar. There is nothing quite like that sound. The sound of glass hitting wood, the cloud of smoke that surrounds his head. He is where he needs to be. He is where he is at home.
Clink
He taps his finger on the bar. That’s all he needs to do. The bartender hops right over and refills the glass. The brown liquid giving him new life.
Clink
He sits alone at the bar thinking about his life. Holding his glass with his smoke in his hand. His mistakes, his jobs. Wife one, wife two, kids everywhere.  “Fuck em” he thinks.
Clink
He thinks of jobs he once had. Labor jobs. That was the way a man provided for his family. A hard worker who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. His hands were dirty all right, calloused, cracked, and dried out he used them to do all sorts of odd jobs. He couldn’t really hold down any good jobs. The bureaucracy, the bad managers, the weird hours, the hard labor, the drink…
Clink
The hardworking man is a myth now a day. All the college graduates, soft hands, big bank accounts, nice clothes, nice cars, hot wives. Couple of rug rats running around in designer clothes, they know nothing of the labor of the hardworking man.
Clink
They were told to go to school, get a good job, make lots of money, fuck the little guy.
Clink
That’s why their wives stick around. Hot little numbers just money hungry and well-manicured. They don’t want the callous hands of a working man touching their soft skin. Hmph, they cringe at the mere sight of me. Good enough to work on their car, keep it safe for their rug rats. Not good enough to have a drink with. Bitches.
Clink
Tap
Refill
His ole ladies were never satisfied. They wanted more from him than he was willing to give. He liked his lifestyle of working when he wanted so he could drink. They wanted cars, clothes, food, electricity. Seriously what did they think there were going to get when they married the hardworking man?
Clink
He takes another sip. The brown liquid burns as it enters his throat. It feels good. It feels smooth. It’s a good pain. It washes away the lump in his throat. Reminds him that is all memories are, lumps in your throat to be eradicated with booze. He snubs out the butt of the cigarette he was holding in his fingers, and lights a new one. Drink and cig in hand he takes another sip.
Clink
Heaven, is a place for angels. Working men don’t go to heaven. They don’t go to paradise. There is no paradise for the hardworking man.
Clink
He thinks about his children, and how he’s failed them. Or have they failed him? Yeah, they failed him, so did all the ex-wives. He wasn’t to blame; he was a working man. They didn’t love him, didn’t appreciate him. Didn’t understand his paradise in this drink. They didn’t know the release and the satisfaction of it. He needed this. He deserved it, he worked and worked why should he work and come home to some yappy kids and a wife telling him how shitty he is. Fuck that.
Clink
He earned this drink.
Clink
He didn’t need anyone in his life. Just this bar, just this drink.
Clink
Tap
Refill
Fuck family, fuck life. He is right where he needs to be this working man. His unemployment is about to run out because he can’t get a job. There is just no place left in the world for the hardworking man. The damn state and government takes all his money, taxes, how the hell is he supposed to live? No respect for the working man.
Clink
No respect for him. For his situation. For his plight in life. He didn’t have the opportunities of those college grads. Parent that encourage and education. Hmph, he’s lucky his ole man didn’t beat him to death.
Clink
Told him he better get his ass out there workin cause he wasn’t going to pay his way. No one was going to pay the way of a piece of shit like him. He wanted money he better start working for it. The only thing he was going to be was a working man.
Clink
“Fuck my ole man”, good thing he is 6ft under. He’s the lucky bastard now that he’s dead. He thinks of his mom and the years she spent with that man. His mother, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit that woman was a Saint. Married to a working man. Who did not appreciate her. Who beat her. Who only loved her when he was sober. Or drunk. You couldn’t really tell.
Clink
Mom
Clink
If only he had someone to hold him and tell him, it was going to be alright.
Clink
If only he had been given the opportunities of these self-righteous manicured men, he would have been different. He wouldn’t have to be a hardworking man.
Clink.
Tap
Refill
Fuck em
Clink
Tap
Refill
It’s the world’s fault.
Clink
Tap
Refill
Things will be better when I’m dead.
Clink