This blog isn't about being read its about being written.

I love that line from Sydney White. But in this case it is true. I sometimes come up with just short little ideas that I need off my mind so I wanted a place to write them. Sometimes I need a place to get my creative hat on and I find that anything fiction will spur other fiction. My writing is often the result of some random daydream from my childhood slash what should be adulthood. I may not act like an adult but I weigh as much as one or maybe even two small ones. I guess they would have to be anorexic but yes two small adults could be about my same weight.

My brother in law who is also part of my writing group gave a suggestion in one of his blog post to write even if you have nothing to write about. I did that once and it turned out to be a pretty long blog post about my wife. I figured this pile of random ideas is a good place for that kind of exercise.

My father in law always jokes about me being able to make up a story as I go so I thought I would give it a whirl. The last story was just about that very thing but I had the idea before hand. This time I am completely blank and it is 8:56 am. I will attempt to write something interesting with no before hand idea and no editing and post my finish time.

Here goes.

A young boy stood in the muddy streets of his village, about two thousand people lived in this village that amounted to no more than a bathroom stop on the way to a remote military outpost in the jungles of Kongo. Since there were no public restrooms there was no real reason to stop at all. And most of the trucks didn't. The young boy was looking for something to eat, anything really would be fine. Some of the other children were kicking a flat soccer ball and he decided that was a fine distraction from a hungry belly. He ran to meet them with a broad smile, his white teeth were a bright break in his otherwise black face.

The children heard the trucks coming and quickly vacated the street. Five large military trucks zoomed by not even slowing for large mud puddles they bumped and bounced down the road and out of the village. It was the most exciting thing to happen all day, but the game was back on in the streets just a short moment after it paused. None of the children knew what was on the trucks nor did they care but if they had known what was on those trucks perhaps sleep would not come so easily at the end of a long day.

Once inside a large concrete underground building men in uniforms quickly surrounded the trucks, loaded and ready they held their assault riffles aimed at the trucks. Then they exited, one from each truck twice as tall as an average man built like Gorillas with skin the color of blood the giants that had been captured near a cave opening.

They appeared to be human but the red skin and enormous stature was very un-human like. A small village further up the mountain had reported seeing large fast moving animals in the forest and missing farm animals. The military had at first refused to investigate but when the village picked up and moved in fear they decided to look into it. What they found and captured no one had seen before. Heavy dosses of tranquilizer had been used to bring the giants down. The drugs would be wearing off soon.

9:14

Groggy the red giants emerged from the large covered trucks, their hands bound tightly behind their backs. Blindfolds over their eyes and thick chains held their feet to minimize movement to only a short shuffle, it made walking awkward. The trucks shifted as their massive load tumbled out.

9:17 pause

9:26 un pause

I needed to say good morning to my wife and use the facilities and grab a bowl of cocoa puffs. I did not think about the story and anything that popped into my head I pushed out and refused to use.

Dr. Allister was a genius of sorts and had an education that proved it. A list of doctorates longer than both of his arms he had been in school most of his life either teaching or learning but now was under contract with the government on a top secret assignment, he had been pulled off his current work to lend his expertise. He was stunned at what he saw. Reluctant to approach the giants now sitting on the cold concrete floor, he only took a couple steps closer to get a better look. They breathed heavy as though they were labored from the exit of the trucks, Their binding were too tight he determined, they were in pain.

"Loose them a bit, you are hurting them to keep them bound so tightly." Several armed soldiers looked at each other then lowered their weapons and proceeded to add more bindings to the arms and legs slightly looser than the original ones before removing them.

this is a little awkward but I cant't go back and edit. so on we go.

Once the bindings were less painful the giants breathing became normal. "Remove the blindfolds." Dr. Allister ordered. The men removed the blindfolds. What they saw was eery to the bone. Chills ran up and down Allisters spine as he looked into their eyes. Intelligence for sure but of what nature? survival? domination? They had some type of wrap around the waist but that was it for clothing but it certainly set them apart from animals. So where did they come from. He wanted to communicate with them but had no idea how.

"Can you speak?" he asked almost regretting the words as they exited his mouth. What kind of a dumb question is that? If they could speak would it be in English? Most likely not. Then something happened he did not expect at all.

"Yes, we can communicate."

"Who said that?" It was a deep throaty sound but none had moved their lips.

"I did, but you did not hear me, neither did your companions. We do not vocalize to communicate."

Suddenly the doctor felt invaded, his mind had someones voice in it that was not his own.

"Can you hear me now?" he asked without vocalizing.

"Of coarse." He looked each of the Giants in the eye until he saw the one who spoke, it was as clear as day to him now, almost like hearing and knowing the direction of sound.

"Who are you?" asked the doctor

"We are not supposed to be here."

"what do you mean?"

"We do not belong to this time or place."

"I don't understand."

"I know you can not understand, we are trespassing on a time and location. We traveled here from somewhere else."

"I understand coming here from a different location but what do you mean by time and where did you come from?"

"A distant place that your mind can not comprehend in its current state. Nor can you understand what I mean by a different time."

"You do not make sense to me. Are you time travelers? Did you come from the future or the past? I want to understand."

"We did not come from the past or the future because time as you understand it is not how it is. We came from another time and another place, you will never understand while you exist in this realm because your brain can not comprehend a different idea. To you time has only past, present and future. But that is the case only here in your minds. Elsewhere time is not measured in this way."

"I see, what place did you come from?"

"This is another concept you cannot understand but the best explanation would be we came form another universe but space is not what you believe it to be so until you are released from this realm you will not understand."

"We must be set free." said another of the giants.

"We will do no harm, we are here for only a short time and must accomplish what we set out to do." said a third.

"What is it you are trying to do?" asked the doctor.

"We are looking for one of our kind who is not supposed to be here. He came against our laws, he was banished because of this but we have gone against the wishes of our leaders to reclaim him. He wishes to dominate this people."

"We will complete our task with or without your help and against the wished of our people even if it means banishment we will find another place and time to be rather than allow this evil to come upon your people at the hands of ours."

"What do you mean with or without my help? You are bound and can not move, if you could you would be shot immediately."

"We travel time and distance with out craft do you suppose you can bind us with cords and chains? I simply ask your help out of respect for your people but I assure you we do not need your help."

"You are an interesting human, I will make you this offer once, help us by removing us from this place so we do not harm these men and we will take you with us, your mind would be freed from its current condition and you would be able to understand knowledge beyond comprehension of man kind."

"I must be crazy to take such a chance but your offer is certainly worth entertaining. I will think it over."

"We will leave with or without you in ten minutes by your time."

10:10 pause

10:34 un pause

"Lead them to the bunker, they will not resist you."

Them soldiers pointed and indicated what they wanted done by their captors having not heard any conversation or knowing that one had taken place. The red giants did as they were instructed by the tips of the guns.

Once inside the bunker they were locked in and left to themselves. The bunker was a 300 foot deep solid concrete shaft with concrete slab door that was moved by way of hydraulics. The bunker was to launch missiles from but the government had not provided a missile to occupy the bunker so it sat empty but was perfect for holding five giants in. The doctor went to his office to contemplate the offer that was just presented him. There were certain things in this life he enjoyed and would probably miss like classical music and greasy pizza but he valued nothing more than education and his mind hungered for what the giants offered, if it was true then he felt he could not pass it up, he had no family, schooling had been his first priority since childhood and left little room for much else.

Nine minutes later he stood inside the missile bunker surrounded by five red giants without bindings and agreed to go with them.

"Excellent said the tallest, let us depart, he motioned at the side wall of the concrete bunker and the wall opened to the outside of someplace other than that of the jungle. It appeared to be a snow covered mountain some distance away from where they currently stood..

"If you can just walk out of here, why do you need of me?" the doctor asked.

"Lunch" one of them replied.

The doctor took a step back.

"You're buying. It's hard to order a pizza looking like this." A broad grin on the giants face.

10:49 done

Well there it is open middle and close. without any editing except spelling. now that my mind is in some kind of a forward gear I may try and work on my book today.

David the Unfeeling Hard Head

David was not a normal boy, not by a long ways. He knew he was different but didn't know why or how it had happened. He does remember when it happened. His father had a problem, he was a terrible drunk, but he kept practicing perhaps in the hope that he would become better at being drunk, but it seemed for the most part it was always the same. David got hit...a lot. It hurt quite a bit but not as much as it hurt when he watched his mother get hit.

One day David was getting hit more than normal, his father had sold the family cow and had an extra amount of cash to purchase boos with. Of course the purpose of selling the cow was not to buy boos it was to pay debt but instead his father had bought more boos, so now they had no cow, too much debt and an exceptionally drunk father. Perhaps the practice had payed off, he was certainly hitting much harder and the car was nearly completely intergrated with the tree out front. That was an achievement of sorts David guessed.

Well Davids face was a bit beat up and bleeding properly when his father decided to try him out as a wrecking ball, well it may have not been the aim but it was the result. David was thrown completely through the living room wall. The funny thing was he didn't feel the pain, and if that wasn't odd enough his face no longer hurt. His father seemed upset at the outcome so perhaps a wrecking ball wasn't what he had in mind and decided to hit him some more. At this point something even more unexpected happened, it didn't hurt, not even a little bit.

His father on the other hand did feel pain, apparently quite a bit of pain, so much so that he sat down and cried. He cried and cried for three days. After the first few hours he threw up then passed out, but as soon as he was awake he cried some more. After a while he no longer shed tears, he must have run out, but he kept on crying. Every six or seven hours he would throw up and pass out for a short time but it kept up for three days. He ended up loosing his job but with his constant drinking problem he never kept a job for long anyway.

David did not pay much attention to his father while he cried but his mother did, she tried to feed him and tried to get him to bed but he just sat on the floor, refused food and water and sleep, except for the occasional pass out. No David had something else on his mind, why did he go straight through a wall and not feel pain? The wall was built with two by four studs and he had taken out two on his way through, but he didn't so much as bruise. On the second day of his fathers crying binge David was walking along a dirt path and found himself at the doorstep of an abandon old farm house. David had never known anyone to have lived there, it had probably been fifty years he guessed.

David decided on an experiment, he went inside with a purpose, not to admire the art on the walls or profane words left by older boys but to see if he could cause himself pain. It had only been a day since his old companion had left him, he didn't miss it but wondered if it was gone for good. He took three deep breaths and ran straight at the far wall. Hitting it head on at full speed and went right through it. The old house laughed, at least that's what it sounded like. But to Davids surprise he did not feel pain. He tried another and another and another blasting large David sized holes in each wall, with each the old house laughed louder and louder. David laughed along with that old house and continued to run through walls until most of them had so many David sized holes in them that there was really no where else to put a proper David sized hole.

David felt nothing, except a slight sense of accomplishment. After all he had done a good job of making holes in walls. The old house began to laugh with so much delight that it fell right down on its self with David still inside. David stood in the middle of the front room floor where the roof came down right on top of him. David just made one last hole right through the roof and there he stood in the middle of the front room with the roof of the house sitting all around him. How odd he thought and walked on home.

David finally put something together that had not occurred to him before. It was on his fifteenth birthday almost two and three quarters of a year later. He had laid awake the night before wondering how he could run through a wall and make David sized holes, it was one thing to feel no pain but for his size and weight he should not be able to break through walls, at least according to his science teacher at Hill Side High. No it didn't make scientific sense at all. But he knew it to be true, he had done it, many times in fact. He had demolished every old abandon farm house in his town and the next and had moved on to brick walls and even cement walls. He had even once smashed a David sized hole in an empty trash dumpster, he checked to make sure it was empty before he had ran into it and of course out the other side. It had been great fun but a bit noisy.

Later that year David had tried out for football, since he could not be tackled and could knock down guys three times his size he was put on the team straight away. His father came to every game and cheered louder than any other parent in the stand. His father had given up his old hobby of drinking and got a new one, sitting around in a circle and talking about drinking, which stuck David as odd but since he no longer hit his mother, David was fine with it. His father had even kept the same job for over two years and on occasion brought his mother flowers, which was also fine with David but what David enjoyed even more was the bacon his father brought home.

Despite his enjoyment of football, David had opted not to take any of the many offers to go to college and play some more, Instead he had decided to join the military and see the world. Strangely enough he never got to see the places he wanted to. He only got to see places that had some kind of trouble. He had been given a helmet that he rarely wore and a rifle that he rarely shot. For the most part he had no idea why they were where they were or what the fight was about or who had started it, he also had no feelings that inspired sufficiently to make him want to win it. He liked the guys around him and did what he could to protect them, so far he had been shot three times one of them in the head. It was one of the rare occasions he was wearing his helmet and the bullet had gone straight through making a bullet sized hole right in the front. Of course the bullet did not make a bullet sized hole in his head rather it had curled up and fallen in his lap. He stuck it in his pocket and looked at it every once in a while at night when he couldn't sleep. That bullet sized hole in his helmet is how he got a his nick name Hard Head, which he didn't care for but since the guys loved to talk about it and laugh he figured he would let them.

One day David and the guys were taking cover from heavy fire when all of a sudden a grenade plopped right down in the middle of them. David quickly grabbed it and stuck it under his armpit and held it tight. It was this incident that brought him to meet one Dr. Willard Burton who asked a lot of questions and hooked up a lot of wires to David. He printed off sheets and sheets of little squiggly lines as he did various tests on Davids attitude, hitting him with objects as small as little rubber hammers to as large as baseball bats, also burning him with things like cigarette lighters and blow torches. None of which hurt but it did lead to their final discussion some year and a half later about why David was different. It seems that Davids brain sends billions of little electrical pulses to his muscles and even skin creating a nearly rock solid protective layer that absorbs the energy being exerted on him. It also worked a bit like a jack hammer so when he hit something it was like he hit hundreds of times in an instant instead of just once. He talked for quite some time about a lot of things, none of which made much sense to David but he politely listened until he was done then excused himself and went on home. He had scene enough of the world and had decided that he liked his little town best of all and had no desire to be anywhere else.

However on his way home he came across a group of men who had had too much to drink and were being very rude to a very pretty young lady with blond hair and red lipstick and white skin. Well except for the purple spots on her face. David politely asked them to stop to which they responded by taking turns hitting him with bottles and and chains and bats, none of which hurt at all but he did hit back this time, causing a lot of damage to teeth and noses and finally to several very shiny motorcycles that belonged to the very rude men. Then he turned to the young blonde lady and helped her to her feet and walked her all the way to her house.

Now David lives in a home not three miles from where he grew up with a lovely blonde wife with red lipstick and white skin and a young son named Brian who plays football for Hill Side High. And strangely enough there are several old barns in the area with Brian sized holes in the them.