Sunday, February 21, 2010

Art for Tranz-Rupture: Spell of the Wolf conclusion and plans

I'm writing like five different stories---I"m halfway through---culled from pop culture super beings (to inspire the little boy god inside me) and their plots would all be threading simultaneously through the novel itself---though it will at that point no longer require any licensed characters, who are there to help me gain perspective on a superhuman evolution of consciousness and geology, mostly featuring nothing but ordinary people alive in an extraordinary way, which is TRANZ. Chronologically, "Wolf" is story one, before "The VAnishing Wave" (featured already on my site) and another that's all plotted, half written; a separate idea, featuring six characters picked by my friend for his birthday from different fictional universes, is up ---it's set in Sin City!---as a fully scripted part one of four. (The plot to 2-4 is snuggly outlined in my notebook). So that's

Spell of the Wolf (Hulk, obscure b-list characters)
the Vanishing wave (Fantastic Four)
an epilogue to that, featuring the Avengers
my friend's six character surprise, set in Sin city

and last, an X-Men adventure, still plotting (we picked Storm, Nightcrawler, and Wolverine as our central heroes). Now, that's those five stories, with which I am adapting my novel...then I can re-write original comics that fit in the storylines of our own characters, adapting the novel...and finally there's the novel, which I would also like to see someday as a movie, but I try not to drive myself crazy==except that's why I get grumpy when I miss my schedule, like a baby might. Only, I ain't no baby, and sometimes, you have to do crazier yet things, like devote a bunch of time to your incredibly good and inspiring friend.



Story today.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

DEFENDERS/ TRANZ #3 Part One, "Free of the Fallen World!: Thwart the Spell of the Wolf

“The heat, the smoke, the manual labor---it’s at the edge of what any man can bear!” thinks Corporal Dayly.

The force of the Tranz-Rupture causes several thinking people to bleed over into one another's minds---a maddening disaster, without explanation, while the valley burns, as though to the clouds themselves.

“Darned if I’ m giving in though! If only all these weird impressions would cease! Childhood memories, hidden fears, thoughts of the afterlife, yearnings for home---it’s a flood! But I’m an individual! I won’t have my reality played with! The reality is that huge fire, and I’ve got to keep digging for all I’m worth, till this thing’s out and I’m back home sooty hair and all, playing drums again...!”

Strangely, his individual assertion echoes in waves throughout the Tranz-Ruptured collection of thoughts present; all around him, the embattled reservists snap back to their senses, straining to focus on the massive destruction bearing down on them all.

But at this moment, incredible headwinds shake the forest---scattering the runaway menace of the fire all over the surrounding, desert climate-dry brush, unchecked!

Even without the Tranz-Rupture, despair might echo through the hearts of the brave soldiers... American and Canadian alike, they brace against the stout winds, sweltering vapors of heat singeing their sweat-covered faces!

Mountie Blanc gains a moment’s lucidity, and calls out to his fellows: “Pull together! We’ve all got to keep on this thing! Don’t give up, you hear?”

Above him, Nighthawk observes the impressions flowing from the minds below, attempting to orient himself in flight. “Look at them---no powers to speak of, fighting this raging wildfire on nothing but guts and determination! How could I presume to inspire them, flying above the fray in my bizarre spiritual detachment?!?

And yet...I mustn’t doubt myself! Whatever’s causing this razor-sharp cut across our minds leaves us vulnerable to one another’s unfocused thoughts! Even a guy with nothing but a jet-pack and a funny suit’s got to pull his weight---even when he’s being tossed from the sky with Force Ten fury!

It’s ---good Lord!

It’s like some massive dragon of flame appearing above us! Am I hallucinating? But it’s no illusion! How do we fight THAT? It’s a sort of manifestation of the elements---part of this wave of transforming power! I see that’s not stopping my jade-jaw friend from leaping into the fray, though! Here’s hoping there’s something left of you besides a gamma-ray inspired crisp, big guy!”

Smoky Dean loses his radio contact, but charges in behind the brigade of reservists, barking instructions. “They fight fires differently out here than they do where I’m from down South,” he thinks. “They even SWEAR differently! Got to ask’em to clear up a few words for me...when we shut down this wildfire!”

His mouth drops open: Gnome the Troll has mobilized his battle armor, rolling on dilapidated treads, dented and damaged, passing through the burning woods to rendezvous with the lupine sorcerers...

Hellcat breaks into a full speed sprint, pursuing Corpse Flower to where her humanoid partner stands before a vast machine, chanting. “Hate to disconnect your prayer line, Fuzzy Guy,” she declares, firing a grappling hook and swinging into the back of Remus, “but you’re going to have to drop that signal pronto!”

“Little she-cat wench!” snarls Corpse Flower. “What can a powerless creature like you accomplish but death?”
“You never know till you put your shoulder into it!” Hellcat jibes, as she wrecks the front panels of the machine with her costume’s claws. “Just call me the little engine of destruction that could!”

Suddenly, lasers from the machine begin to pin her down, as she holds herself in a plank pose just beneath their searing reach. Remus turns again and resumes, “Sulinar Vix, your servant calls upon you to now unleash the power from beyond the stars! Salvage this primitive, backwards world with transforming might! Let all the elements be called into form, to rip this reality free from its lowly moorings!”

Machine Man, using his anti-gravity units built inside his robotic frame, arrives with his hand transfigured into a high-caliber pistol; he opens fire on the laser portals, which begin to spew sparks!

“Daddy always said, ‘Aaron, you’re a real pistol!’ And thanks to him, I never leave home without my ‘hand gun’!”

“Blast you, mechanoid!” snarls Remus Sharptooth, who fires a bolt from his hand that shatters the generator next to Machine Man. The explosion rips apart the chassis of the android’s skull.

Hellcat rises and charges Sharptooth, as the singed she-wolf bolts away in pain.
Meanwhile, the Valkyrie stands beside Emma Jorgenson, their hands clasped, eyes closed. “I feel your friend Clea guiding me,” says Emma, “ and through my thoughts, we hear the imprisoned Vikings, Marc Kane and Prince Nicola.”

“I am without my carved rune staff,” says Marc Kane from the darkness, “but I’ve conjured a mental image of the hand molded runes created for me by our black companion, Nido. Each of us must draw forth one, to complete the spell of five runes. With their signs we may find my lost brother, who is the key to stopping this Sharptoothed One! His mixed essence makes his mind impenetrable to my probes. ”

Clea watches on, borrowing the amulet, the Eye of Agamotto, from her mentor, to pierce the astral plane of these events that lay a century and a half up the time stream from their location. Her image appears in their midst, transported to the present by the projection of the Eye.

In turn, Nicola, the Marc, Valkyrie, and Clea reach into the bag, to pull forth, on the darkened astral plane, a glowing Viking rune each. “Stephen!” Clea asks, through her mind rapport with the Master of the Mystic Arts, “how is it I that must participate in this spell? Are you not...?”

“I sense that two male presences---one, still unrevealed beyond the barrier you must cross, and three females, are necessary to complete it,” relays Doctor Strange. “I am trying to discern the manner of energy which is being conjured, so that we might combat its nature together! For the Valkyrie, however, I might lend, on this spiritual plane, a means of travel, for that great leap into the creative power of the unknown...”

With that, Valkyrie’s winged pegasus Aragorn appears beside her; she and the Marc Kane mount the flying horse, and begin to traverse the cosmic barrier towards the mental defenses of their mysterious foe.

Emma chants, creating a focus for Valkyrie and Marc Kane's "ride" into the powerful telepathic barriers of the lupine sorcerer's mind, as his spell with Sulinar Vix nears its completion, to summon transformative power from beyond the stars...

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

DEFENDERS/ TRANZ #2 part three "Remus Sharptooth Regrets...!" (Smoky Dean and the fire fighters)

Knocking the Four Armed Man unconscious, Hulk feels a twinge of remorse beneath his battle fury. “Hulk is glad fighting is over!” he says, shaking his head. With the Tranz Rupture swirling the thoughts of individuals into the conscious mind of each person present, Hulk feels the urgency of stopping the fire, the physical threat to everyone. He sees a fire fighter, who calls himself Smoky Dean, beckon him back to stopping the inferno. The Hulk slams together his hands to create a massive wind, blowing down the flaming trees directly in front of him.
Smoky Dean runs the other direction, shouting the Hulk’s praises. As he plunges into another side of the inferno, however, he finds firefighters fallen, and feels their misery. He walks up to one to make sure he is not suffocating or falling prey to heat exhaustion; he immediately feels the grasp of the Voidons upon the emotions of his fellows. “All they need is to revive enough to fight back!” he thinks, but he does not know what to do for them, individually. “Then I’m just going to have to stay strong, myself!” he decides. In setting his intention, Smoky Dean calls upon inner reserves: the love for his wife and child he wants to see again, and his own self-taught determination.
He remembers training for his pack test last month: a walk of three miles in forty-five minutes,

wearing a vest weighing 45 pounds. Running would disqualify him. Only endurance and a steady

certainty could see him through. This emotion begins to spread among his desperately rallying


Aching, Nighthawk takes flight again, overhead. “Interesting how you can lose track of what county you're in in the middle of a huge fire, “ he thinks; “the soot must be unbelievable, gets down into your hair’s going to smell like fire a long time!” He begins diving in, taking up fire fighters for air above the smoke. “They can’t even wear a mask---too dangerous!” he reasons.

He also becomes aware of the emotional confluence, you might say, as he whisks fire fighters upwards from the psychically feeding Voidons. “The time I spent conscious without my body, thanks to the Headmen, has given me sort of vantage point of detachment,” he intuits. “I perceive whatever energy field is opening us to one another, and I see it reaching my mind, but also, my choice beneath the miasma of emotions. If the field will take my projection, of my thoughts, into the mix, perhaps it help make the firefighters deal with the physical element of these feeling-void attacks! As it is---I only hope Val and Patsy have got some angle on how to bring this down at its source, or a massive wildfire might be the SMALL problem!”

Hellcat reaches for her cell phone once again, as she swings out of reach of the she-wolf, Corpse Flower. “I don’t know where in the universe Doctor Strange is, but we need him---or Clea---to find the key to whatever’s going on here. Okay, Clea, it’s ringing...pick up before this kitty becomes wolf chow on the hoof!”

The scene: a tarot drawing, begun after a trance session. It s participants include Clea, Doctor Strange, and Madame Blavatsky herself, who exclaims, “I could feel your presence with me, Strange! We reached the universal holographic shift into the Invisible College!”

Clea stretches, her body relaxed from the trance; she then becomes aware of her enchanted Blackberry. “I knew it would be wise to bring some form of contact with our home timeline when Stephen and I came back to continue our tour of occult American history!”

Hellcat speaks: Clea, where are you and Doc?
Clea: Back from ghost-detecting with Ben Franklin and his illuminator this morning...I believe we’re in New York, somewhere in the mid-19th century with the founder of the Theosophist movement...

Beginning to adapt to the oddness of her mystical company, Madame Blavatsky lays a tarot card, the Universe, on the table as Clea steps away to listen.

Hellcat: You must have the best long distance plan EVER! Can you offer me any energy or guidance? The mental reality around us is flipping out, and I think the physical world’s next!

Clea reaches within the perceptions of Hellcat, and directs her mind into the thoughts of the psychic Emma, who appears nearby, reading the telepathic manifestation of the sorceress. The she-wolf flees Valkyrie’s sword strikes with Dragon Fang. “Your cause is lost, anyway, Norse woman,” she spits, “because even though you’ve deposed our genetically-engineered allies, nothing can stop my champion Remus Sharptooth from completing the spell! You cannot hold the tide of the changing world BACK!!!”

concludes next

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Super Miss Understanding

Truly (Miss Super Understanding)

Vox 1:
I never really mean 2 have to tell U
--truly sorry
Tho I would if I truly tried
I’m not wasting ur time with a blur that's starry
words that I can’t truly mean

Vox 2:
You’re not wastin’ my time
Time is ours for the wasting
There’s a reason the windshield’s big
Where you’re tasting going, dig
And the rear view mirror smaller
That’s how you should live---

Vox 1:
---and that’s why I call her
Miss super understanding

Discover your lives in the middle of your life
Uncover your life in riddle of your wife
Discover your wives in the middle of your life
Uncover your wife in the riddle of your life

Whenever you’re ready, baby
Where did water come from?

Don’t let the grass grow underneath like ur sitting
-busted on blocks in the yard
Miss Understanding
Super Miss Understanding

Vox 1: I never really mean to have to tell u
Vox 2, chorus: Miss Super Understanding

1:truly sorry
2:Discover your lives in the middle of your life

1:uncover your wife in riddle of your wife

Together chorus: Super Miss Understanding

1: I’m not wasting time

2:Discover your wives in the middle of your wife
Chorus: Super Ms. Understanding

1: On words I don’t mean
Super Ms. Understanding

2: You’re not wasting my time
Uncover your lives in the riddle of your life

1&2: Time is ours for the wasting
Super Ms. Understanding

Lyronized Words by Sabrina, C Lue

2. (vox 1)Oh got 2 feed her the truth
Things happen 4 a reason
(that’s what I keep hearing)
Vox 2:
Let it go, look forward with the seasons
I’m getting a hit from his-story of the stars
Apalla she works with me,
Vox 1&2: so many flows many bars
But can’t find in the past another story of ours
We’re gonna build it right this time
Write this down in righteous rhyme
We’re gonna make it if we try
We’re gonna make it 2 the sky

Vox 2:
Gazing out on the vast horizon of action
Open road b4 U---only a fraction

Vox 1:
4 where I’ve been dwelling
Enchantments I’m spelling

Paint the world, u picture,
-- coloring, color the card