BernzOmatic Camping Gas

BernzOmatic Camping Gas is an extremely flammable gas contained in a metal canister. It is used for fueling propane patio heaters, small cooking devices like grills, camp lamps and portable stoves. Canisters can come in all different sizes and in A1, (the current dimension you reside in), these small fuel packs are a great and useful product.

In dimension J8, there was a situation that took place in early 2017. The event involved several of these canisters accidentally opening dimensional rifts. Most of the doorways from J8 (surprisingly) led to A1. These two universes are not located next to each other as one can see from the diagram.

(See dia. 7742Q)

The J8 rifts caused odd items to materialize in A1. Campers in J8 began to disappear. People would let their stoves warm up only to turn their backs and find their cooking devices missing completely.

Park rangers heard of these strange disappearances first in J8, then, some time later on, people in A1 would find things like camping stoves and random heaters melded into the walls of their homes or sticking halfway out of a rock face at their local park. A woman in Florida found the left arm of a hiker fused to the backside of her toilet and had a heart attack on the spot. She lived, the hiker didn't.

It was a conundrum for A1 scientists, so they set out to find an answer. Blockades were erected around affected areas, specialty teams were brought in; and in the end, the canisters of BernzOmatic Camping Gas were the only constant at each location.

More trouble started when scientists, military heavy-hitters and philanthropists all began poking at the portable gas tanks to find out why they were different from the ones you can buy at your local camping store here in A1. It did not end well. Most of them are still missing.

The reason for the camping gas anomaly is still unknown, but now both universes seem to be in a bitter political dispute regarding funding and the ethics attached to what is now known as the BernzO Epidemic.

Although scientists and other sects of academia scoff at magic and the manipulation of ether and/or other "non-existent" materials, it seems evident to some groups that there is more at play in our array of universes than we are currently aware of.

Obviously.

Unexplainable events have increased exponentially throughout the centuries. More people are turning to the 'unknown' to answer burning questions of a spiritual nature, and camping is less safe than usual.

The moral of the story? If you'd like to go camping and you live in J8, it may be safer to use good ol' fashioned regular wood to fuel your fires. There's probably never been a more dangerous time to be a nature enthusiast.

Everyday For A Month: Day 16

So, all day I was worried about what I might write for the blog today, when it occurred to me that I have a true horror story to share with you for once, and it happened today IRL.

My mom and I went out to eat at a local burger joint today after we finished our errands. We ate in the car, because we both like to feed the birds as we sit in the shade and munch.

I took the burgers and fries out of the plastic bag and casually tossed it into the backseat. 30 minutes later, we were rolling down the highway with all four windows open and I noticed there is a police car behind me; (but I'm actually going the speed limit, so I'm not too worried). Two seconds later, the plastic bag comes crawling upside my face, and wiggles its way out the window heading straight for the cop car behind me😱. 

At this point I'm thinking, "F#$%. I'm for sure gonna get pulled over for littering and reckless driving".

But luckily for me, nothing happened. The officer simply swerved and merged into to the other lane when our bag came flying at him. 

I'm so grateful that Houston PD did not pull me over. Because I did not want to pay a fine for accidentally littering. Nor did I want to be asked to trapse my not-so-happy-ass halfway down the highway (in this heat) and pick up my fast food bag.

Needless to say, when we pulled up at the house, I was sooooo happy to be home and off the road. 

Moral of the story: don't wait until your starving to eat, because then you'll be in too much of a hurry to secure your bag safely underneath something before you pull off on your way to go haunt somewhere else.

Lesson learned.

♡

Everyday For A Month: Day 15

I'm not really a fan of poetry, per se.

But I found one I'll share with you today.

It's about Christmas and Krampus, I'm sure

Listen to Sapphire, she'll ruffle your fur.

It's got all the good stuff a story should have,

Iambically delicious, satisfying, you might even laugh.

So sit down and listen, I've queued up YouTube

Just watch the damn video and don't catch a 'tude.

😉

Now that you've suffered through my horrible poem, here's a badass one:

"Twas the Night Before Krampus " - by Scott A. Johnson

Performed by Sapphire♡ 

Everyday For A Month: Day 11

Tongue

“That was wonderful.” Tonya gasped as she lay bare chested with a swirl of silken sheets just barely covering the area between her legs. She took a drag from her cigarette. Her manicured nails glistened in the halflight and Robbie was pleased that he had pleased her. “You're well worth the $6K you cost me, dear.” She added with a half lidded smirk.

“I should hope so.” He chuckled.

“Your touch is magical. Your massages are to die for… and your tongue. Robbie, you have the tongue of a… of a…” she didn't have the words. “Well, I don't know.” She giggled. “There's simply nothing on Earth quite like it.”

Tonya was giddy, high off the sexual energy they'd just shared.

“This tongue loves the taste of you.” Robbie whispered as he plucked the cigarette from her fingers, then leaned over her seductively to stub it out in the ashtray beside the bed.

“Does it?”

“It does.” He caressed her bare shoulder. “Fancy letting me have another taste?” He asked, mischief in his eyes. Tonya was delighted. To be the center of such a handsome man's attention was divine.

Robbie kissed her collarbone, letting his forked tongue slide from between his lips and wrap itself twice around her neck.

As her eyes widened with fear, his tongue squeezed until the skin around it turned blue. As she slipped away, Tonya thought to herself, “I knew he was too good to be true.”

The ones with the good tongues often are.

Staying Organized While Hopping Dimensions

Recently, I've been working on the origin story for my favorite character, Thierry Adler. Thierry is a Warlock who has the ability to 'pulse' to different dimensions. Thierry also has a myriad of different characteristics (that I’ve found difficult to keep track of overtime).

Stories happen, and through the course of several short stories about Thierry, his personality has changed. He's grown, become more snarky, learned new things and experienced losses.

So, writing his origin story is/was particularly difficult for me. I'd been working with, and focusing on a man who’d learned a lot about the shadowy, magic filled world he lives in. What kind of monsters exist, what kind of spells he can use to combat his enemies, what monsters hate other monsters, etc. His world is full of dangers and mystery, (and that's just his home dimension). He was beginning to find out what was really going on. Discovering the true scheme of things, if you will-- and something horrible happened--

We Wrote Some Short Story Tips! (Wink)

Hollie Hausenfluck: Short Story Tips with Avrin and Hollie: 

With the impending start of The Blank Page Challenge and the ongoing #52weeks52stories challenge, Avrin Kelly and I decided we would share some tips and tricks for writing awesome short stories.

(This is a re-blog post, so to read Hollie's original post, just click on the link under the picture! Happy reading and writing everybody!!!)

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