The following is an excerpt from my Novel 'Grandfather Green Tie and the Invisible Picnic'.
The Rose Pearl wasn't happy. As an imaginary pet she was a fine creature but her master hadn't created her and he couldn't take her with him in a life lived in this life's future. Perhaps in a few million lifetimes Grandfather would create a Plastic Paradox to deal with this problem but in this fragment of eternity his imagination failed him.
He straightened his green tie and found some dark corner of Bobby's mind to open the Soul Gate.
Riding the dragon of the One Soul's imagination was something he seldom did but he didn't have time to gently ply the Soul Gate open as Bobby was under attack by the Joy Kill.
He couldn't remember the first time the Joy Kill creature attacked him but he knew it was too early in this lifetime.
More to come.....
Not sure when I'll get back to working on this. I'm in post production on a movie. This update to this post was written August 3rd.
Showing posts with label Novel Pages. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Novel Pages. Show all posts
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Novel Time Line
2030 Trial of Grandfather Green Tie
1957 November 9th
1958 July 25th born
1959 Grandfather English dies
1960 Pretend reading
1961 Drag Car blowout
1962 First Fight
1963 Rocket Man
1964 Little D
1965 Girl Bullies
1966 The Beating
1967 Second trip California
1968 Small town prison
1969 Canada and Moon Landing
1970 Gun Bully
1971 Grandmother English Died
1972 Grandfather Vollrath Died
1973 George and Henry
1974 Unicycles
1975 Car Wreak
1976 Falling Down
1977 Married
1978 Dark Visions
1980 Mark is born
My first novel is based on two things. My real life and the history of my imagination.
1957 November 9th
1958 July 25th born
1959 Grandfather English dies
1960 Pretend reading
1961 Drag Car blowout
1962 First Fight
1963 Rocket Man
1964 Little D
1965 Girl Bullies
1966 The Beating
1967 Second trip California
1968 Small town prison
1969 Canada and Moon Landing
1970 Gun Bully
1971 Grandmother English Died
1972 Grandfather Vollrath Died
1973 George and Henry
1974 Unicycles
1975 Car Wreak
1976 Falling Down
1977 Married
1978 Dark Visions
1980 Mark is born
My first novel is based on two things. My real life and the history of my imagination.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Grandfather Green Tie, War of Words
The pain was beyond my imagination. The creature was shaped like a super egg, a solid black orb with four ebony limbs shaped like the fore legs of a praying mantis. The razor sharp legs are embedded deep in my torso or what I imagine to be my torso.
The Angel Onomatopoeia touched my soul and the pain was gone. The life force of a egg like shape remove the four bladed legs from my imagined body. The four legs turned from blades to flowers and the living imagination had the body of a giant oval pearl now.
The Vampire Ophiuchus twisted in pain at the lost Night Terror he had created from the evil of his imagination. Onomatopoeia had turned terror into beauty.
What comes next is a war of words between a vampire and angel with Grandfather as the judge for the saving or destruction of his own soul. Sorry but this is the best writing of my life and its too good to give away. If Grandfather lies his soul dies.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Notes on Grandfather Green Tie #1
I was going to post the story "Faces" today but I'm still working on that story and not being part of my first novel I don't know when I'll be getting back to it.
I'm still trying to get last Friday's post finished and when I do that I'll be putting some notes on the novel here.
I have nothing left to write today. Posting the rest of the first chapter in the post below has drained me of all my energy.
Looking at this post on Tuesday Feb. 10th, I decided to add three paragraphs from the next three chapters of the novel.
Chapter Two
Onomatopoeia
I watched the play of photons on the filament of a lighthouse light. In this micro-scape I felt safe.
I knew I was in a coma. I don't know how I got here. There was a trial and my Grandmother English was there with my two oldest Grandchildren. Angels were all about me in this tiny world.
One of the angels was named Onomatopoeia.
Chapter Three
Birth
Nine months in the warm darkness was a good place to hide. Ophiuchus was a master of ancient knowledge but his shallow imagination limited his search for me. I chose the most boring place to hide, my own life. On July 25th, 1958 at 12:05 PM I was born.
Chapter Four
Olivia
The z-phone chimed by her bed. Olivia woke from a dream, a dream about Grandfather Vollrath. Olivia pushed a button on the z-phone and the nano-screen popped out of the slot showing her cousin Vincent's face.
"Olivia there's been an accident, Grandfather Vollrath is in a coma. He was hit head on by a drunk driver."
Chapter Two was inspired by posts on the blogs Joan Sandford-Cook and Me, a writer of movie scripts.
I'm still trying to get last Friday's post finished and when I do that I'll be putting some notes on the novel here.
I have nothing left to write today. Posting the rest of the first chapter in the post below has drained me of all my energy.
Looking at this post on Tuesday Feb. 10th, I decided to add three paragraphs from the next three chapters of the novel.
Chapter Two
Onomatopoeia
I watched the play of photons on the filament of a lighthouse light. In this micro-scape I felt safe.
I knew I was in a coma. I don't know how I got here. There was a trial and my Grandmother English was there with my two oldest Grandchildren. Angels were all about me in this tiny world.
One of the angels was named Onomatopoeia.
Chapter Three
Birth
Nine months in the warm darkness was a good place to hide. Ophiuchus was a master of ancient knowledge but his shallow imagination limited his search for me. I chose the most boring place to hide, my own life. On July 25th, 1958 at 12:05 PM I was born.
Chapter Four
Olivia
The z-phone chimed by her bed. Olivia woke from a dream, a dream about Grandfather Vollrath. Olivia pushed a button on the z-phone and the nano-screen popped out of the slot showing her cousin Vincent's face.
"Olivia there's been an accident, Grandfather Vollrath is in a coma. He was hit head on by a drunk driver."
Chapter Two was inspired by posts on the blogs Joan Sandford-Cook and Me, a writer of movie scripts.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Grandfather Green Tie & The Invisible Picnic #1
This is a first draft of the first chapter of my novel, Grandfather Green Tie & The Invisible Picnic.
The title is a working title and this first chapter is a work in progress with many changes to come.
The Trial
The judge was a vampire. Not the vampire of legend but a creature of ancient wisdom bound by hate. No vampire had took the soul of a human in over a thousand years. This judge had taken the life of the last vampire that did so.
The courtroom was shaped like a pseudo-sphere. This false sphere was almost the total opposite of a sphere. The constant negative curvature offered good viewing for all the projected souls that were in the courtroom.
The chamber was filled with a saline solution called the Tears of the Innocent. The billions of tears swirled in a vortex of high pressure that held the walls of oil at bay.
In a tradition older than human recorded history the Court of Alchemy and Magic was convened
underground in a pool of oil beneath the wastelands of Eden. Today one that called himself Grandfather Green Tie was on trail for unleashing the Gossip Army upon the world with secrets no human should know. Embers of war burned above the court this session and two of the four rivers of the garden had dried up.
Judge Ophiuchus projected his thoughts and all in the court were quiet of mind.
"You have given this court your spiritual name as that of Grandfather Green Tie. Is this the truth by your quantum of the universal mind?"
"Your understanding of the truth is too limited to give you an answer that would have any meaning."
Grandfather Green Tie projected those thoughts as if he spoke in quiet monotones. The three members of the family that spirit was with him in this pool of tears knew what that meant.
He had just declared a war of words with Judge Ophiuchus. The vampire judge's soul burned bright in rage.
"Your arrogance will seal your fate!"
The judge unbound a tesseract scroll in four dimensions. Echos of living words danced from the parchment made from slices of heaven.
"This scroll tells me you are an Angelic Wraith haunting your own flesh and nothing more.
Why did you unleash the Gossip Army with hidden truths upon a world of shallow dreams?"
Grand Father Green Tie filled every tear in the vortex of the court with singing rainbows made of fragments of infinite imagination.
The judge twisted in agony from the beauty.
"In the thought patterns we call words heretic!"
The singing rainbows faded from the false reality of the court. Grand Father projected words as the judge ordered.
"I did so to save the world, one imagination at a time."
"A fool's mission for one that touched the mind of God."
"Better a fool's mission than a shield of lies to shade one from the truth."
Lois English dressed in white light floated next to her Grand Son and touched his arm saying;
"Bobby you must stop this. The judge can kill you in the living world and shred your soul in the afterlife."
The judge smiled.
"Listen to your Grand Mother, Bobby. You don't want to be seed stock for a thousand new souls do you?"
"When you fell from heaven how did it feel?"
Everyone felt the pain of the vampire judge as his anger exploded in a flash of pure hate.
"Silents Bobby or I'll shred every soul in this courtroom!"
"Grandfather please. If not for yourself then for your family and friends."
Olivia was playing the part her grandfather had cast her in. A look of regret came over the judge's soul as the embers of anger burned within him.
"You have played me for the fool I am Bobby. Not even a judge as powerful as I could threaten the lives protected by the Tears of the Innocent. Moments ago an iron spike was driven through my heart as I lay sleeping in my chrysalis. My brothers have killed me in a bid for power but I will have my revenge. I am no longer your judge, I will be your Night Terrors and countless torture awaits you in your dreams."
The wraith vampire that was once a judge exploded out of the courtroom and in his place was an old and twisted pear tree. In a voice that sounded like the rustle of leaves on a windy day the Tree Judge spoke.
"I am the last seedling from the Tree of Life and I live only in the heart of Grandfather Green Tie. None of your tricks can work on me dear Bobby for my life was spun from the imagination of the One Soul. Your voice will be silent for the rest of this session."
With that said the snake cuffs around Grandfather's wrists bit each others throat binding his voice. The magical cuffs were one snake body with heads at either end and none had broke free of their power.
"I will judge you in the light of truth and know if you have cast lies at the world by the Gossip Army."
The Tree Judge was a friend that was killed by the axe of Ophiuchus. To be judged by a friend was much harder than to be judged by an enemy.
"What family members living or dead stand for this man?"
Lois English dressed in the brightest of white light floated before the Tree Judge. She had been a Caretaker for the last Queen of Trees and after her death Bobby Vollrath her grandson had failed to save the tree. The vampires had hunted the tree for over a hundred thousands years to kill the last living link to the Garden of Eden. Grandfather Green Tie's heart broke as he watched the Caretaker and the Queen of Trees meet in this world between the living and the dead.
"As his maternal grandmother I will be his Spirit Guide and turn him from evil when I can."
Olivia Vollrath floated up towards the judge as her Great Great Grandmother returned to her Grandfathers side.
"As his first Grand Daughter I will guide his heart in his final days of life."
Before her words were finished her cousin Vincent Vollrath floated beside her.
"As his first Grandson I will guide his mind in the final days of his life."
Grandfather could not speak but his imagination was beyond science or magic. He looked down at the snake cuffs binding his hands.
He thought to himself.
"We are all nothing, only our dreams give us any measure of reality. I must remember that."
The Pear Tree Judge limbs moved over the courts stone bench picking up the imaginary construction that resembled a green neck tie.
"What is this Bobby? I found no link to your own personal mythology. Why do you focus all the power of your imagination in this green tie? Why do you call yourself Grandfather Green Tie?"
The green tie turned into the snake handcuffs in the branches of the Pear Tree Judge.
Around the wrists of Grandfather Green tie was the green tie of his namesake. The green tie came to life wrapping around Grandfather's left arm. The other end of the tie elongated to the center of the chamber. The tie and the Grandfather disappeared into a sphere of bright yellow light. A gateway to the realm of the living.
The Pear Tree Judge cried for the boy that once climbed her branches. He was a criminal now and he would be hunted by a vampire.
The title is a working title and this first chapter is a work in progress with many changes to come.
The Trial
The judge was a vampire. Not the vampire of legend but a creature of ancient wisdom bound by hate. No vampire had took the soul of a human in over a thousand years. This judge had taken the life of the last vampire that did so.
The courtroom was shaped like a pseudo-sphere. This false sphere was almost the total opposite of a sphere. The constant negative curvature offered good viewing for all the projected souls that were in the courtroom.
The chamber was filled with a saline solution called the Tears of the Innocent. The billions of tears swirled in a vortex of high pressure that held the walls of oil at bay.
In a tradition older than human recorded history the Court of Alchemy and Magic was convened
underground in a pool of oil beneath the wastelands of Eden. Today one that called himself Grandfather Green Tie was on trail for unleashing the Gossip Army upon the world with secrets no human should know. Embers of war burned above the court this session and two of the four rivers of the garden had dried up.
Judge Ophiuchus projected his thoughts and all in the court were quiet of mind.
"You have given this court your spiritual name as that of Grandfather Green Tie. Is this the truth by your quantum of the universal mind?"
"Your understanding of the truth is too limited to give you an answer that would have any meaning."
Grandfather Green Tie projected those thoughts as if he spoke in quiet monotones. The three members of the family that spirit was with him in this pool of tears knew what that meant.
He had just declared a war of words with Judge Ophiuchus. The vampire judge's soul burned bright in rage.
"Your arrogance will seal your fate!"
The judge unbound a tesseract scroll in four dimensions. Echos of living words danced from the parchment made from slices of heaven.
"This scroll tells me you are an Angelic Wraith haunting your own flesh and nothing more.
Why did you unleash the Gossip Army with hidden truths upon a world of shallow dreams?"
Grand Father Green Tie filled every tear in the vortex of the court with singing rainbows made of fragments of infinite imagination.
The judge twisted in agony from the beauty.
"In the thought patterns we call words heretic!"
The singing rainbows faded from the false reality of the court. Grand Father projected words as the judge ordered.
"I did so to save the world, one imagination at a time."
"A fool's mission for one that touched the mind of God."
"Better a fool's mission than a shield of lies to shade one from the truth."
Lois English dressed in white light floated next to her Grand Son and touched his arm saying;
"Bobby you must stop this. The judge can kill you in the living world and shred your soul in the afterlife."
The judge smiled.
"Listen to your Grand Mother, Bobby. You don't want to be seed stock for a thousand new souls do you?"
"When you fell from heaven how did it feel?"
Everyone felt the pain of the vampire judge as his anger exploded in a flash of pure hate.
"Silents Bobby or I'll shred every soul in this courtroom!"
"Grandfather please. If not for yourself then for your family and friends."
Olivia was playing the part her grandfather had cast her in. A look of regret came over the judge's soul as the embers of anger burned within him.
"You have played me for the fool I am Bobby. Not even a judge as powerful as I could threaten the lives protected by the Tears of the Innocent. Moments ago an iron spike was driven through my heart as I lay sleeping in my chrysalis. My brothers have killed me in a bid for power but I will have my revenge. I am no longer your judge, I will be your Night Terrors and countless torture awaits you in your dreams."
The wraith vampire that was once a judge exploded out of the courtroom and in his place was an old and twisted pear tree. In a voice that sounded like the rustle of leaves on a windy day the Tree Judge spoke.
"I am the last seedling from the Tree of Life and I live only in the heart of Grandfather Green Tie. None of your tricks can work on me dear Bobby for my life was spun from the imagination of the One Soul. Your voice will be silent for the rest of this session."
With that said the snake cuffs around Grandfather's wrists bit each others throat binding his voice. The magical cuffs were one snake body with heads at either end and none had broke free of their power.
"I will judge you in the light of truth and know if you have cast lies at the world by the Gossip Army."
The Tree Judge was a friend that was killed by the axe of Ophiuchus. To be judged by a friend was much harder than to be judged by an enemy.
"What family members living or dead stand for this man?"
Lois English dressed in the brightest of white light floated before the Tree Judge. She had been a Caretaker for the last Queen of Trees and after her death Bobby Vollrath her grandson had failed to save the tree. The vampires had hunted the tree for over a hundred thousands years to kill the last living link to the Garden of Eden. Grandfather Green Tie's heart broke as he watched the Caretaker and the Queen of Trees meet in this world between the living and the dead.
"As his maternal grandmother I will be his Spirit Guide and turn him from evil when I can."
Olivia Vollrath floated up towards the judge as her Great Great Grandmother returned to her Grandfathers side.
"As his first Grand Daughter I will guide his heart in his final days of life."
Before her words were finished her cousin Vincent Vollrath floated beside her.
"As his first Grandson I will guide his mind in the final days of his life."
Grandfather could not speak but his imagination was beyond science or magic. He looked down at the snake cuffs binding his hands.
He thought to himself.
"We are all nothing, only our dreams give us any measure of reality. I must remember that."
The Pear Tree Judge limbs moved over the courts stone bench picking up the imaginary construction that resembled a green neck tie.
"What is this Bobby? I found no link to your own personal mythology. Why do you focus all the power of your imagination in this green tie? Why do you call yourself Grandfather Green Tie?"
The green tie turned into the snake handcuffs in the branches of the Pear Tree Judge.
Around the wrists of Grandfather Green tie was the green tie of his namesake. The green tie came to life wrapping around Grandfather's left arm. The other end of the tie elongated to the center of the chamber. The tie and the Grandfather disappeared into a sphere of bright yellow light. A gateway to the realm of the living.
The Pear Tree Judge cried for the boy that once climbed her branches. He was a criminal now and he would be hunted by a vampire.
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