Everyday Junglist
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About me. You know how everyone says to be a successful writer you should focus in one or two areas. I continue to prove them correct.
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RIP Chester
The oriental short hair cat known to my wife and I as Chester died last week in our home in Mexico from complications of kidney disease exacerbated by malnutrition and abuse. I only knew him for about three weeks but he touched my life in a way few cats ever have and I felt compelled to share at least a part of his story after we lost him. We had rescued Chester from the home of a formerly well respected oriental short hair breeder who had fallen on very hard times and was now living in an abandoned property only a few miles from us. Given the condition of the property, Chester, and the three fellow oriental short hair companions we rescued alongside him it seems that reputation was not deserved. In conversation she revealed a shocking lack of understanding or knowledge of some of the most basic requirements of cat care, especially for a breeder. Moreover she displayed with her behaviors and attitudes a coldness and lack of sympathy which suggested to me that she did not love her cats. I can't even say she really liked them, at least not for what they were, but only for what they could do for her. Moreover, they reacted to her presence with fear and aggression, the exact opposite of what a healthy human cat relationship should look like. It was frankly disgusting and I was appalled beyond words. The property itself was essentially an abandoned mobile home set in a small unkempt lot covered in rusted metal junk, weeds, and a few sad tufts of grass. It had no running water or refrigeration or heat, and was as big a disaster on the inside as the out. It reeked of urine and feces with overflowing litterboxes and trash strewn about, though it seemed she had tried to clean up some just prior to our visit. The place had a very bad feeling about, and an unusual, impossible to place odor above and beyond the cat urine. Natural gas maybe? Each of the two times I went there I was sick for hours after. The bad feeling was of a both physical and let's call it spiritual nature. I hate to say the word 'evil' because it is so loaded with religious connotations, but it is the best I can come up with. I hated it there, and even thinking about it now is making me feel a little nauseous. I believe there is a reason the property has been abandoned for so long, and the ominousness of it made my concern and fear for the cats safety even higher then it already was after talking with their owner.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Petlife
Cold War
1986 Soviet bombers above Children under desks
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
UFO
Unidentified Flying object overhead Abducted from earth
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
Just Another Job
There was only one rule, don't open the door. Actually there were two, if you counted my partner Tim's slide rule. Why he carried the ancient measuring and calculation device was anyone's guess. He said it was "for protection" when asked. The answer seemed ludicrous. At 6'6" tall, 350lbs his appearance was monstrous, as was his attitude. The last thing he needed was protection. That was the biggest problem with human wolf hybrids, bad attitudes. That and an the occasional insatiable need to tear the arms off of any normals or hybrids that got in his way. He had been a scientist once and Dave thought he really carried the slide rule as a reminder. Currently, the normal human Dave and wolf hybrid Tim stood and pondered the door. Dave silently, lost in thought, while Tim sat down on his haunches and emitted a low growl, mind racing with thoughts of the hunt. Sheep left unguarded, his next meal. Finally Dave spoke. "Timothy, I don't give a fuck about the rules. I want that door open, and you are the man to open it." He paused, considering, then added. "Or wolf man I guess I should say. Have at it." Tim had barely heard his friend so occupied was his mind with thoughts of killing and eating. But he saw him gesture toward the door and got the general idea. Breaking things happened to be one of his many specialties and this door would be no different. He lowered his shoulder, snarled, and exploded toward it at full speed. Just seconds before impact, the door opened suddenly, and he disappeared into it carried forward by his momentum. Tim looked on in surprise then said "Here we go again." before quickly following, shutting the door behind him as he went.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
Raverstrike
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It was my master Loki who was responsible you insolent fool." the creature before him snarled as he prepared to attack the badly wounded Baj once again. "She had dared defy him and he banished her to the underworld, then reversed the river flooding and destroying her entire kingdom. Now he has ordered your death. Your fate will be worse then your Queen's I'm afraid." Baj knew the creature lied. It was actually his Goddess Elyria who had reversed the rivers flow, and the Queen had actually been banished to another plane where she lived as a lowly maidservant, her memories of her former royal life completely erased. His thoughts turned to the Goddess and he cursed her under his breath. Damn you Elyria, where in the seven hells are you. I need you.... now. Baj's mind raced as he tried desperately to find a way out out his current predicament. The creature he faced had hurt him badly. He was cut in at least ten places, one of which was a very serious deep slash wound to the calf that had nearly taken off his right foot. That wound was bleeding so much it had already caused him to slip twice, and had almost cost him his life the last time he lost his footing. He knew he was outmatched. The creature, known as a raverstrike was a favorite assassin of the Gods and possessed divine strength, speed, and stamina. His expert level hand to hand combat and weapons skills, obtained through years of torturous training at the academy, were all that had kept him alive this long. However, he knew they would not be enough to defeat the raver, only his Goddess could save him now. That thought caused his fury to rise and he screamed and cursed even as he watched his life's blood drain from him. The raverstrike looked at Baj with its large black eyes which had rolled forward in the deeply recessed sockets on each side of its vaguely horse like head. Long arms protruded from each side of its massive seven foot tall well muscled trunk. Those arms ended in a single razor sharp curved claw, both of which were soaked in Baj's blood. It dripped down slowly toward the ground from along the length of each claw and the creature's long tongue protruded outward to lap it up out of the sky as it fell. It was a grotesque sight and when it spoke the tone of it hurt Baj's ears and caused his head to ache and his heart to freeze in his chest. "Your bitch Goddess can't save you human. Loki himself has ordered your death, and I am here to see that his will is done." As it spoke it moved slowly toward Baj maneuvering to within striking distance of its claws, raising one giant arm to throw the killing blow. It was so close now that Baj could feel the heat emanating from the monsters body like a furnace.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
The Age of DisKord
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Baj knew, it was entirely the fault of his Goddess. One, of many things that particularly bothered Baj about the Gods and Goddesses, was the seeming unfairness of it all. Why had those, like Elyria, the Goddess who had tricked him into servitude and banished the Queen to another dimension for the temerity to turn down her request to join her church, been given so much power, and mortals like him, so little. It was somewhat debatable if sleeping with a Goddess of your own volition qualified as being 'tricked', but it was no doubt true that it was that act which had bound him to her as one of her many mortal servants. She had used her God-given powers to take his soul and makes it hers to control at the exact moment when he was at his weakest. The moment of completion of their union as man and woman. What Baj called the completion of their union as man and woman, most called orgasm and ejaculation, but he had been raised in the land of Cleves where the use of such crude language was simply not acceptable, and his embarrassment whenever Elyria would speak in such crass terms never failed to amuse her. She could sense his thoughts through their bond and thus always knew exactly what he felt, and exactly about what he was thinking, even as he slept. Of course, there were some gaps which Baj had learned to exploit to his advantage over the years, but they were minimal, and he had been forced to deal with the fact of another person, a woman no less, crawling around in his head at all times. Constantly judging and evaluating him, and finding him lacking in almost all respects, as she never failed to remind him. In fact however, it was quite the opposite. Elyria found the human fascinating for reasons she could never explain. She derived a secret thrill whenever she did probe his mind, a thing which she only did on very rare occasions, and only when, in her judgement, the need was great. There were ample reasons to question the wisdom of her judgement, nevertheless, this was a secret that she kept from Baj, along with her true feelings. She hid those behind a veneer of verbal humiliations, put downs, and an attitude of latent superiority which never ceased to irritate the fire out of him. Somehow he had managed to keep a few secrets locked away in his mind just out of her reach, and he knew she knew it too, and this fact drove the Goddess to the brink of fury on several occasions resulting in severe mental punishments for him. She could make him feel pain, great pain when she so desired, but also immense pleasure. And she used both to manipulate him and all her servants to great effect. But of all her manservants, Baj was her most favored, most cursed he would say, to any of the others that would listen.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
A Beloved Nursery Rhyme As Sky Ku
Rain, rain go away Come again On another day Author's postscript: Any and all resemblance to the classic nursery rhyme Rain rain go away is entirely coincidental. Or is it entirely intentional? I will leave it up to you, the reader, to decide. Incidentally, like with many nursery rhymes the origin and meaning of this one is open for debate, but the most popular theory dates it back to the reign of Elizabeth I of England. The invasion of the Spanish Armada was, in part, defeated by the stormy weather (which scattered the Armada fleet). One version of the original "lyrics" are below:
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
The Sadness of a Goddess
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. And it was I that did that mortal, never forget that, if you want to live that is." And she smiled at Baj as she said it, and he was grateful for that smile even if the words behind it were poisonous. Such was the nature of Gods and Goddesses. No matter what they said or did you could not help but be entranced by them. However, Baj had spent close to ten years as her servant, and, in that time, he had developed techniques for resisting her powers. Her words and smile still effected him, but not to nearly the extent of most and he delighted in reminding her of that fact.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
Superman
Look there, in the sky It's a bird A plane, Superman
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
