Twice the Trouble: 2nd Campaign Challenge &&& Hook a Teen Challenge

1 pen.
2 challenges to make amends
1. Angry Cafe Rant with a Passion
2. a Sip of the SuperNintendo Geek Girls Novel
Let's begin !<(*.*<)

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Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:

• include the word "imago" in the title
• include the following 4 random words: "miasma," "lacuna," "oscitate," "synchronicity,"

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.

For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!

LET US BEGIN!

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1. Angry Cafe Rant with a Passion

I-MA-GO CRAZY IN THIS CAFE BECAUSE OF YOU!!

I come to the cafe to get my homework on, and my munchies too, and feeling flirtatious, which are all fundamental reasons why cafes exist.

I’ll tell you what is NOT.

It was apparent God would oscitate at the lacuna of misfortune still pierced through my day, but I didn’t expect an asshole like you to sit near me rambling to your stupid ghetto friends about how you licked the most nastiest part of God's anatomical creation, caring nothing about MY homework or other life-altering projects interrupted within the vicinity of your assholitude, dude.

The thick miasma of your narcissistic inconsideration of not knowing YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT(!!!) made me deeply regret my kindness to watch your laptop you dipshit dumbass.

If I could only reverse time, take your laptop in the bathroom and passionately show you my despising hatred for your pissing on everyone's afternoon like an underwearless titan, leaving your immortal mark to haunt us until cafe closing, then I’d pardon the synchronicity of events beckoning your arrival into my life.

And you didn’t even acknowledge my profound glare of terror at you either.

You Asshole! You Asshole! You Asshole!

Don't come back to my cafe again.

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END.

True story.

I always end up watching someone's laptop in a cafe.

What an entrepreneurship I would've established had I made away...
With my five-finger discount!

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It's time to enter your first 250 words of your YA or MG manuscript entries on your blogs for the  Can You Hook a Teen? blogfest contest. 

LET US BEGIN!

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2. a Sip of the SuperNintendo Geek Girls Novel
Title: SuperNintendo Geek Girls
Genre: Pop Fantasy
School. The blackly brown Plague imitating lawless authority, a self-sex-having abomination that poops out children of dismal origin and names itself the narcissistic mother of our mournful civilization. 

School! By god! Even a supreme, all-seeing entity such as I-- am forced to hurled out the few planets I ate for breakfast today… for this self-sexing entity makes destiny-destruction an innovation by strapping long, ungodly things upon their waist to ferment rough love by night and, by day, serve the blackest of academia into the rear-ends of innocent, youthful victims of scholasticism.

“God save the Christian!” said Rina, fire engulfing her hands, “Can’t I just repent by hating him?! O Jesus can’t it be that easy?”

Leodie’s milk box was in his lips, his throat stopped at mid-gulp, “Uuh, you talkin’ ‘bout that boy behind you?”

He clearly saw Rina’s heart explode in her eyes just before she turned around, only to see nothing but Sterd the nerd pass by.

“Made ya look!”

"You're so GAY!" She frightened Leodie, unaware of her passionate regret!

She laid back on the seat, staring at the glary lights, “save me…”

“Yo!” An Asian face intruded, “you look like you just peed the bed or something.”

“Etna!” Rina sat up, liberating herself(and Leodie) from any more anguish.

“Herro,” greeted Leodie.

“Screw you,” Etna middle fingered.

“No, no, not today.”

"Alright Rin-chan," began Etna, "what was SO spectacular that you called me up 3am last night?"

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ENDO

School ain't nearly as bad as I let on in that slight blurb.

IT'S FAAAR WOOORST!!

A rancid turd within the devil's cauldron it is,

and he's trying to make a birthday cake outa it, he is.

N-E ways... those are my entries.
thx for stopping by.
If you want to read more fun shorts, check out the other entries from Rachel Harrie's contest
My entry is 60

Grade A for DayDreaming...

Fantasy As A Form Of Study

I'm a writer. But I'm also just your friendly neighborhood american(lol, I'm the first!) that just happens to loves science, politics, classical arts, (etc.) Like it was Funking accident :-/
With that said, I got bust in the brain (in a very good way) by a drive-by idea that came at me whilst I was reading an article about manufacturing rain in the atmosphere.
And in the myriad hellishness of dull specifics and devilish details, I finally caught up to the culprit, forcing her to hit me one more time! That I may witness a marvelously long period of traumatic molestational fervor whilst hypnotically making a quick example with my pen(while the magic still lived) and making sense of this wonderful idea that had visited me.

Science is fun. But lets be honest, the maintenance behind the beautiful stage preformance makes it die an early death in most heads and some tails.
But I believe I've just found a way to take the FUN out of the Funeral Precession and revive a person's drive to learn most epistemologies.

What if we invoked the power of metaphor to craft stories out of our educational operations?

Imagine giving your D&D-loving grandma or WoW-hearting Grandpa a fantasy novel thats actually a windows 7 64-bit manual in disguise!!!

Does THIS not move you?!!
By Zeus! By Gonerrel! Resign your humanity-license before you walk out the door if it does not!

Who has the time or concentration to study things like cosmic influences on the biosphere's atmospheric changes? The long winded Question itself probably pissed-and-grits half my supportive readers away--
"Atmosphero-whaa'-- Nah, fuck this homes..." *disappears*

But when you think about it, this idea is a melodious tune of metaphor. Transforming studies into tales? Was that not what the ancients did to make sense of our universe?
Arachne and the creation of spiders.
The picking of Prometheus' liver in regards to the liver having regenerative qualities(I'm surprised the ancients knew that one).
Prometheus giving the fire of knowledge to man to state the uniqueness of Man's role in the universe a part from the beast and affinity to godly elements.

Be careful!!
The Devil wheres Manga!

Why don't we create fantastical tales that explain science (etc.) anymore?

It reminds me about a statistics textbook disgusted as a colorful manga I once came across. A total, paradoxical bitch slap across the face twas!
That is why i was so excited about this.
The first, quick, fledgling attempt at studies-fantasy:

The child had some heart, not the mushy kind of shit, but that stern, strong dedication leaders had within their chest. At age 16, I was dickin' around with my radio all day, not thinking about the future of mankind as an evolutionary step to the development of the entire universe. The boy's determination gave me confidence.
The desert rover wasn't meant for speed, it was clunky, bumpy, and created a dust storm that perpetually almost caught into my eyes.


"The green laser's been clocked Doc," said Stebsen.
A number of techniques have long existed to control rain by seeding the atmosphere with small particles of compounds for water vapor to gather 'round.


The damned Fools. They always laughed at me, snarled and belittled my proofs of a developing Universe, of a universe craving for higher creative developement, a universe waiting countless millennia for human intervention. Those heat-death snobs! Entropic Numbskulls!


You damned fools, who tried to shut me up.
"Doc, the red laser's beginning to stream..."
Damned fools! Silencing God's command for a creative mankind, I should not care about dying if it entails me being the modern prometheus, or modern Galileo!
"Doc!"
"Yes boy?"
"Did you hear me?!"
"O! Yes... Put your mask on boy, this'll smell like minty fresh grits grinding your nostrils!"


I halted the vehicle, it was far enough! Far enough for us to do the experiment and video record it too. Far enough from being interrupted by the deans of the facility.  
The boy got his video-cam prepared. I wasn't too familiar with that youtube toy, but I know it was a doozy for getting videos out on the fly. All my true colleagues, who's careers had been limited or silenced all together, used it as a means to keep science from falling off the cliff by a slight pinky finger. They chose to break away from the establishment, while the coward within me stuck to his career for 20 years at the death of real, scientific imagination.


It was time to repent.
i got the boy to help my old farty butt with the titanium-clad chest, "get back now," I told Stepsen.
Poof! 


From the chest we released a massive concentration of alcohol vapor. It wasn't necessary for the weather experiment, but I wanted to show the boy how to view cosmic rays with his naked eye. The real experiment would not only create a rain cloud in the sky, but would allow us to see the cosmic rays bombarding our earth and lives everyday.
The fools.


"Doc, you keep saying fools, who're the fools?"
"They're all fools dammit. The lot of them. All damned fools!"
The green spread laser was still going, and the infrered laser was about to ignite into the sky.
"Lee just texted me Doc. They coming for us," Stebsen said, "what's gonna happen to us?"


"What'll happen to me? I've been at this for 40years. After this demonstration is through, I'll make sure you'll have a 40yrs to fight them damned fools! With your versed knowledge of this digital age, I have no doubt that you'll revive the most important arc of science: The implication of man as an active force in the universe, the developement of man's immortal creative embeddedness within this planet, with this galaxy, within in this universe."
An intense red laser pillared into the sky--
"The camera, the camera boy!"
"It's set up!"
I eased, "good, it started sooner then I expected. God be merciful."


Earlier in the morn, I released massive amounts of dry ice vapor to settle in the atmosphere. It wasn't needed, but I wanted to instigate the heavens nevertheless. The introduction of the infered would instigate the nitric acid in the air to attract the water vapor like a crazed fandom ring of young teenegars after some hot-pants celebrity. And rain would form.
The droplets started to form.


"Get that on video Dr. Stebsen, and show the world what man is responsible for doing."
More droplets started to form, until it started to lightly pour.
"The damned fools. They knew I was right. But they wanted to keep people mindless and beastial. A victim of circumstances instead of responsibility," I saw the boy aiming his camera at me, I went up to it and snatched it, "Do you see this world?" Pointed I to the increasing rainflow coming down, "and this is only an inkling of powerful discoveries they've hidden from you for 50years. The damned fools! They could only slow man's progression, not stop it, those damned mortal fo--"
The cloud dust afar were suddenly larger then I first saw them to be. They were homing in.


I shoved the camera into his hand, still in record mode, "alright Dr. Stebsen. What I've done, I've programed the rover to drive a specific direction. You hop on the rover, and when you see a huge boulder with a tall, wooden cross sign with a red cloth waving on its tip, you jump from the rover. Ahead from this checkpoint, you will follow this compass--" I gave him a compass, "it is magnatised specifically to lead to my underground lab, it is not far away a walk."
"And you...?"
"40years Dr. Stebson. 40years. Go you, or else I'll know you a boy forever!"


Before he did so, he took out the memory card and replaced it with another one, "I won't need this," he also replaced the battery with a broken one. Smart boy. I slapped his butt out of my way.


Without second thought, he drove away with immediate discipline. 
I stood there, afraid, but no longer "afraid." my soul was tried, and it passed the trial. When you put your identity into something that goes beyond your imemdiate life or pleasure or pain or career, you're capable of doing things and discovering things not otherwise attainable. I would not see the society of immortal ideas ruling the nations of this planet and subsequent other bodies, but with young ones like Stebsen, I can at least know what the future will already be like.

The sand rovers pulled in while some continued after Stebsen.


The director's son stepped out of one, applauding at my preformance, "You fucked up dr. Dumbass, you really fucked up." 
I laughed and bowed. 


That young bastard was always funny in whatever he said, even when he made fun of me. Hated it, but this time, it was a bittersweet welcome.
Yea, I fucked up.
But I fucked up For science!

I'm glad you made it through.
Since this entry, I've written other entries, more fantastical, more to my poppy, urbany, cartoony flavor. Magic and divinities included, and I'd love to have you all dip your opinions and interest into this newly found fountain of fantasy.
Well, more fruitful defecation spills out of my mind. Mmmm, Pina colada flavored.
See ya laterz.

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First Campaigner Challenge, and the BLOG award goes to...

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, 
begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count.
Use the same beginning words and end with the words: "the door swung shut."
Make your story 200 words EXACTLY!
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Earthquakes and Hurricanes, Man's Moral Mistake?

If hurricanes are assisted by galactic processes and created by tropical influences, can it still be man's fault?
Yes. Yes it can.
No, not because we're overpopulated.
No, not because we rely too much on Technology.
Rather, we rely too little on technology.
And I don't consider the doodads and gadgets of iPods and iPads serious technology. One serious technology that we're slicing down like a comic book villain is NASA-- we just shut the shuttle program. And by "we" I mean we've allowed this president to wipe it away for "fiscal responsibility."


Let's take Africa for example.
"Africa? Maaan I gotta help ME first, don't talk to me about no africa."
Now, today the modern attitude is "Me first, me now..."
And by "modern" I tend to mean old and middle-aged persons below the WWII generation belt and desititute youth who either adopted an existential outlook on life, listens to rap for emotional comfort or, as is mostly the case, both.
It's an attitude that is going to physically kill us. Because not only do you lower yourself to a darwinian mindset, but by doing so you actually lose the name of human survival itself.
Because most of the hurricanes waltzing onto the atlantic side of civilization come from the tropical conditions of Africa.

Bring up thy divine fist Friend Eros...
My, my! You have such soft skin!

Like an epic final battle between 2 gods, the dry hot conditions of the Sahara dessert (Mmmmmmm...) clashes with the cooler equatorial region of africa. The Green parts of africa are cool, while the brown messes up top the continent make for a dry, sweltering piece of -bleep- for man to live in.


These 2 atmospheric conditions clash! Tis a continental war who's violence conjures up a powerful wind stream that spirits onto the atlantic with sinister glee and, with its own devious plot of criminality, summons up dry easterly waves upon the ocean, only to collide with extreme wet monsoon westerly waves from the south.

What does this collision do? Something BIG forms...

If you wanna see a level 52 thunderstorm spell, then let me tell you...
You are way too enamored with World of Warcraft to be considering the possibility of controlling weather and should seriously consider an alternative direction in life.
But anyway, west african Squall lines are created by the collision.

Meet lvl 52 Chain-of-Thunderstorms.
Some time it'll be Politically correct 
to simply call her "Irene" or "Katia."

These are long chains of thunder storms many-hundred miles long fit for any Derange Deity's Final Attack (or, at the least, a psychopathic environmental scientist dying command) that inevtiably hits the Atlantic.
This mythological fight is thought to be the cause of most Atlantic hurricanes.
One of these days I plan to go to Africa with my camcorder and record this epic fight to post on YouTube. Comment on whether you think that's hot or not.


So, why is it man's fault...?
Because man, in his stage... and ladies too, of course, have the creative capacity to control weather by controlling water.
Even at the negligence of his power, man is responsible for taking all precautions necessary to deal with hurricanes: hurricane prevention included.


Yes it makes for a wonderful sci-fi thriller or even an epic fantasy adventure! But we're not just talking about magic here, this is something we've been doing for years-thousands, and the most recent expression was after WWII when we constructed a series of dams in the Tennessee area, which made the area more fruitful with vegetation, thus causing plants to perspire more water into the clouds to increase rain production in the area, thus incorporating the water cycle more productively into that region.
Now if such engineering had been continued, it could do quite an effect on our relationship with Mother Nature and how we could interact and even alter biospheric regulations and patterns.


Imagine us having the capability of creating a garden of Eden.
That's one fantasy-adventure I'd LOVE to write about--
but I don't have to.
Because man is at the brink of holding weather at his fingertips. By terraforming the desert of Sahara and other areas and introducing a water cycle in these thirsty, failed creatures of the biosphere, we could not only potentially reduce hurricane activity in the Atlantic, but we can also establish an Eden-like world.

And then we writers can insert some frivolous human folly into the mixture, blow up civilization, and then start a new story in some post apocalyptic setting where genetically mutated human beings hold monstrous powers that can control hurricanes, fire, time, space... etc.


Yea, ya know It would be kinda fun to conjur up some magic and cast a hurricane on a...
hmmm...
No.
Hell no, I must be out my mind.
Think of the anarchy! The ratio of self-styled gods to heroes would be tremendous!
Not every story is fit to be real.


But anyway, Man terraforming the planet?

THIS is nature taking its course. But will the universe wait for us to get heart and get smart? Well... did you feel that earthquake in New York City a week ago?

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I cannot help my geekdom. There is no hope. This contagion was acquired at a very early age and has shape-shifted into an invulnerable strand.

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Lady hurricane picture
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