Tin Universe Middle Grade Series.

Someone is zombifying athletes at Clear Cut High School in Utah. Lucky the school has its own young superhero in the person of Mildred Betbeze to try and figure out what's going on. Pep rallies, cheerleaders, new kids in the neighborhood are just some of things our hero and her sidekick slash best friend Aisha have to deal with in the first audio book adaption in Tin Universe's middle grade series. $2.00 Profits from the sales of this audio book will go to Trans Lifeline for as long as the books is sold on Podbean.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Tin Universe Daily #268


#268

Seven? Really? Count Again

There are individuals on the planet Earth, and other planets, and just blank spots in space, who are powerful parts of the natural order of things. Some of them come about naturally or naturally unnatural, some are connected to the very essences of the universe, of reality, and then others are connected to mysterious still unsolved.
These individuals all have their own agendas and own ways of stirring the pot of the course of history.
Normally whenever anyone of these types meet, even on a one on one basis it doesn’t usually signal good things. A large group of them gathered means the shits hitting the fan.
So here we have the world’s great mystical individuals gathered in the ruins of a once great castle. One thing is for sure, there will be a lot of overblown speeches, strangely dressed pompousness, and egos that will probably flare up into anger.
These gathered are beyond descriptions of good or evil but in world with the old Gods gone they are the embodiments of both and all that lies in between.
The Seven Arches Of Hartle.
Pretentious much?
And there are those among them who agree with my view.
‘The Seven Arches Of Hartle, what nonsense,’ Spoke The Black Friar, from Nottinghamshire. A shortish man dressed like a poor Goth boy in black cowboy boots, black cargo pants, and a black hoodie.
The Black Friar pulled down his hoodie to reveal an early thirties face with an attempt at a beard and no eyebrows. When he opened his mouth to talk you could see a mouthful of broken black teeth, ‘We should all get drunk and see if we can come up with something as stupid as The Seven Arches Of Hartle.’
He was talking to The Red Headed Bansidhe from Ireland and The Unnatural Daughter from Wales. Both have always had a love hate relationship with the Friar.
A voice jumped them out of their love hate verbal dance, ‘Hartle is the writer who wrote The Book Of He.’
They all turned to find The Dead Cat from the Tower Of London had joined them. If you have ever pictured a zombie cat in your mind that isn’t what The Dead Cat looks like.
The Red Headed Bansidhe went over to strike the cat, they have a history going back a very long way, but the Black Friar stepped between them and did what he did best, he continued to run his mouth.
‘More like Hartle rewrote the book so he could hide the location of the Orchid Secret bible,’ Black Friar
Black Friar smiled at The Red Headed Bansidhe as The Unnatural Daughter pulled her away from the potential confrontation.
‘We should join the others in the courtyard,’ The Dead Cat said after a little wink towards the Bansidhe.
They walked through the castle ruins and joined them on the way, the they were The Hag from Vancouver (covered in a sack from head to toe), The Hand from Scotland (hopping on its knuckles), and The Headless Horsemen from Harlan Kentucky.
The Black Friar looked up to The Headless Horsemen, ‘Moving up to the big leagues now?’
They’ve met before and didn’t part on good terms. Seems to be a theme with The Black Friar.
The Horsemen pulled a head from one of the many bags hanging from his horse. He held the head down towards The Black Friar, it’s eyes opened and so did its mouth, ‘Among beings that smell of lies and decay you Friar are reek.’
The Black Friar stopped as everyone else continued on. Then he burst out into a little laugh, ‘I reek, really? I must have buried his ability to insult with that head of his.’
Everyone was gathered already in the courtyard. Also there were emissaries from The Dead Of Nechiansmere (they also don’t like the Friar) and The Aerial Echoes Of Edgehill.
Guarding the ruins for the gathering, making sure no ordinary people, or unwanted snoopers or enemies got in, were The Restless Gunners Of Hollandia and The Ghost Warriors Of Cadbury Hill. Both are no good for conversation anyways so they are the perfect ones to be doing the guard work.
Even the very powerful have to watch their backs when all gathered up in one spot. Never know when a stray God might try and rub you all out.
The Phantom Soldier Of Gallipoli was in a corner feeling out of place as Japans Harbingers took a place of providence. Among their group were The Slain Peasant, The Maid Of The Well, The Faceless Wife, The Three Lovers, and The Sorceress Princess.
Using “The”’s will come and go in usage on writer’s whim because they are sort of a pain in the ass.
‘We are here to discuss a set point in history that is approaching and if we should try to interfere,’ The Slain Peasant
‘And how are we supposed to do that if it’s a set point?’ Black Friar
Everyone chattered to themselves a bit knowing The Black Friar is already trying to get the needle in.
‘We can do it by changing the road and not the destination,’ The Sorceress Princess
‘I say we shouldn’t even be gathered. We all have our own natures, that’s our actions,’ The Hag
If there had been any ordinary humans around the voice of The Hag would have made him sick to their stomach. Don’t ask what happens when she sings. Chills.
‘We have jointly acted in the past,’ stated The Slain Peasant
‘That was when the last of the old Gods left. We had to reestablish Order and Chaos,’ Emissary from The Dead Of Nechiansmere.
‘Not all of the bastards left,’ Black Friar
‘The Eternal Cycle are protecting only their lands Friar...’ The Slain Peasant
‘Black Friar.’
The Slain Peasant gave away a hint of anger, ‘They are no longer Gods of every land but secluded and tamed.’
‘Bet you wouldn’t say that to Shiva’s face,’ Black Friar
‘Friar, do you have anything constructive to say?’ The Red Headed Bansidhe asked in anger.
‘Yea, two things. One, you can always call me Friar, and two, sod off all of you,’ And with that he walked away from the gathering into the shadows.
‘Enough!’ The Slain Peasant, ‘Let him go. We need to vote.’
‘Is this a possible end of the universe point?’ spoke an innocent haunted voice.
Everyone turned to see it was The Phantom Soldier who had spoken.
‘No but…’ The Slain Peasant
‘Then we don’t act together,’ The Phantom Soldier
With that, with words from the one who never…well, almost never speaks, the gathering broke up.
After everyone else had disappeared back to their own dark edges The Black Friar walked back into the courtyard.
The Dead Cat of The Tower jumped down on some rubble that was piled up behind him.
‘You stirred that pot,’ The Dead Cat
‘When powerful shits like that get bored they begin to think a piss of tea is a piss of blood,’ Black Friar
‘So torturing any nuns tonight?’ The Dead Cat
‘If it turns into a good night I will be,’ Black Friar

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An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
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