After twenty minutes of walking Sylvia realized that Wander had been completely silent. This struck her as very odd as he was always humming to himself, plucking on his banjo while singing or just babbling on and on about the wonders of the planet they were currently on. She didn't think his lack of audible awe was because this planet was too ordinary for him. Despite its sparse trees and blue skies, which they had seen on countless planets before, he could always find some nuance that got him shouting about how cool or how neat something, ANYTHING, was. This guy could find a squirrel or a bug or a really neat looking rock and she'd be hearin
An Unwelcome Visitor
The early morning hours prior to the arcade opening were the most peaceful in Sugar Rush. The Roster Race was long over and the competitors of the day were out in their homes and garages, fine tuning their karts and thusly were not on the roads causing all sorts of cacophony. Naturally, King Candy’s personal Kart was being tended to by Sour Bill and the finest mechanics the kingdom had to offer, so his highness was able to enjoy this calm before the storm when the arcade would open and the races would dominate the day.
Standing on a balcony overlooking the entirety of the kingdom, he anticipated the day to come. B
Felix rushed down the road as fast as his legs could carry him. He had heard the crashing coming from the direction of the apartment building and knew immediately what it was. He reached the property line just as the sounds of demolition had eerily fallen silent. That’s when he saw Ralph with Gene in his grip. Forgetting his fatigue he could only think about how he didn’t want Gene or anyone else getting hurt.
“Ralph!” He shouted, hoping to gain the giant’s attention.
Ralph barely turned to acknowledge the pest trying to interrupt him.
“Oh, look Gene, your favorite tool is here.”
“Felix!&rdq
It was early in the evening when Gene spotted Felix outside at the edge of the property, sitting with his back against a tree, his hammer dangling from his hand.
“There you are.” The mayor called, strolling over.
Felix stared at the ground, the events of the afternoon still fresh in his mind.
Right after Ralph had made his brief but impactful appearance during the interview, Felix got right to work on restoring the news van and the building. The reporter was visibly impressed by his talent and the speed the hammer allowed him to repair everything. The photographer was eagerly snapping a lot of pictures of him in his element.
T
Ralph grunted as he pulled the heavy boulder from the ground. He flung the stone as hard as he could and watched it disappear over the tree line. A few seconds later it landed with a thunderous thud that scattered birds into the air.
The next boulder he found, a much larger one, he punched repeatedly until it cracked and shattered. Taking his anger out on these objects did nothing to dissolve the feeling of burning outrage. More buildings? More people? Had that awful news he had overheard by chance been true?
He had been avoiding the apartments all day; lulling the residents into a false sense of security and conserving his energy for the h
Chapter 11
Felix held the push broom upside down and poked the awning interior gingerly. The awning normally could handle the rain, but for some reason during last night’s sudden downpour around three AM the rain gutter over the building somehow overflowed and spilled out in a torrent that knocked over potted plants and caused the awning to collapse inside out and fill with water.
Carefully he thrust the broom upward, forcing the water gathered inside the covering to spill over the sides and splash to the ground around him. Using the hammer he repaired the inverted frame. He then moved his attention to the upset potted plants on eithe
Chapter 10
Ralph pounded the building madly, his rage boiling over. No amount of damage could satisfy his want for the building, the Nicelanders, everything to go away. He was consumed with the desperate want for his life to go back to how it once was; quiet and stable and under his control.
A thump below him caught his attention. It wasn’t the same kind of sound a falling brick or slab of concrete makes when hitting the ground. It was softer, more yielding and accompanied with a sickening crack of bone.
A sudden dread replaced his anger as he looked down and saw Felix lying there, bleeding and unmoving. Any emotion other than fear q
Felix felt like he was floating. The world around him was spinning though he felt the ground solid at his back. There was a ringing in his ears, a buzzing through his skull and a dullness that made it difficult to feel his limbs. The world was still dark and everything on the other side of his closed eyelids felt nonexistent.
Then, very softly, he felt something nudge his leg, then his side, then his face. Then something heavy gently laid itself on his chest.
Distantly he could hear yelling. It was muffled, but getting closer and the weight on him suddenly vanished. The voices were garbled and many, and even if he were completely coherent h
When Felix fixed a rattling air conditioner vent in Don’s apartment, the two got into a conversation about Don’s sizable collection of model ships and boat paraphernalia. The discussion spread from the apartment to the elevator as Felix escorted the tenant to the lobby. Their topic had floated from Don’s sailor days to Felix’s memories of a fishing trip he had taken with his dad when he was seven. It was the first time Felix had spoken of his late father without breaking down into tears that he could remember.
“Felix!” The shouting of his name turned his attention to Gene who was entering the building, an
Felix woke up on the couch. The rays of morning sunlight peeked in through the windows. He glanced at the clock, Six AM. He’d managed to get a few straight hours of sleep at least. He saw he still had the Hammer cuddled to his chest and felt a little embarrassed, he hadn’t slept with it like that since the night of his father’s passing.
Deciding he may as well start getting ready for work, he got up and took a look out the window. Thankfully, Ralph was gone, which meant he could get to fixing the building.
Not long later he was riding the elevator to the first floor still worrying about Ralph and what he’d do about h
After twenty minutes of walking Sylvia realized that Wander had been completely silent. This struck her as very odd as he was always humming to himself, plucking on his banjo while singing or just babbling on and on about the wonders of the planet they were currently on. She didn't think his lack of audible awe was because this planet was too ordinary for him. Despite its sparse trees and blue skies, which they had seen on countless planets before, he could always find some nuance that got him shouting about how cool or how neat something, ANYTHING, was. This guy could find a squirrel or a bug or a really neat looking rock and she'd be hearin
An Unwelcome Visitor
The early morning hours prior to the arcade opening were the most peaceful in Sugar Rush. The Roster Race was long over and the competitors of the day were out in their homes and garages, fine tuning their karts and thusly were not on the roads causing all sorts of cacophony. Naturally, King Candy’s personal Kart was being tended to by Sour Bill and the finest mechanics the kingdom had to offer, so his highness was able to enjoy this calm before the storm when the arcade would open and the races would dominate the day.
Standing on a balcony overlooking the entirety of the kingdom, he anticipated the day to come. B
Felix rushed down the road as fast as his legs could carry him. He had heard the crashing coming from the direction of the apartment building and knew immediately what it was. He reached the property line just as the sounds of demolition had eerily fallen silent. That’s when he saw Ralph with Gene in his grip. Forgetting his fatigue he could only think about how he didn’t want Gene or anyone else getting hurt.
“Ralph!” He shouted, hoping to gain the giant’s attention.
Ralph barely turned to acknowledge the pest trying to interrupt him.
“Oh, look Gene, your favorite tool is here.”
“Felix!&rdq
It was early in the evening when Gene spotted Felix outside at the edge of the property, sitting with his back against a tree, his hammer dangling from his hand.
“There you are.” The mayor called, strolling over.
Felix stared at the ground, the events of the afternoon still fresh in his mind.
Right after Ralph had made his brief but impactful appearance during the interview, Felix got right to work on restoring the news van and the building. The reporter was visibly impressed by his talent and the speed the hammer allowed him to repair everything. The photographer was eagerly snapping a lot of pictures of him in his element.
T
Ralph grunted as he pulled the heavy boulder from the ground. He flung the stone as hard as he could and watched it disappear over the tree line. A few seconds later it landed with a thunderous thud that scattered birds into the air.
The next boulder he found, a much larger one, he punched repeatedly until it cracked and shattered. Taking his anger out on these objects did nothing to dissolve the feeling of burning outrage. More buildings? More people? Had that awful news he had overheard by chance been true?
He had been avoiding the apartments all day; lulling the residents into a false sense of security and conserving his energy for the h
Chapter 11
Felix held the push broom upside down and poked the awning interior gingerly. The awning normally could handle the rain, but for some reason during last night’s sudden downpour around three AM the rain gutter over the building somehow overflowed and spilled out in a torrent that knocked over potted plants and caused the awning to collapse inside out and fill with water.
Carefully he thrust the broom upward, forcing the water gathered inside the covering to spill over the sides and splash to the ground around him. Using the hammer he repaired the inverted frame. He then moved his attention to the upset potted plants on eithe
Felix felt like he was floating. The world around him was spinning though he felt the ground solid at his back. There was a ringing in his ears, a buzzing through his skull and a dullness that made it difficult to feel his limbs. The world was still dark and everything on the other side of his closed eyelids felt nonexistent.
Then, very softly, he felt something nudge his leg, then his side, then his face. Then something heavy gently laid itself on his chest.
Distantly he could hear yelling. It was muffled, but getting closer and the weight on him suddenly vanished. The voices were garbled and many, and even if he were completely coherent h
When Felix fixed a rattling air conditioner vent in Don’s apartment, the two got into a conversation about Don’s sizable collection of model ships and boat paraphernalia. The discussion spread from the apartment to the elevator as Felix escorted the tenant to the lobby. Their topic had floated from Don’s sailor days to Felix’s memories of a fishing trip he had taken with his dad when he was seven. It was the first time Felix had spoken of his late father without breaking down into tears that he could remember.
“Felix!” The shouting of his name turned his attention to Gene who was entering the building, an
Felix woke up on the couch. The rays of morning sunlight peeked in through the windows. He glanced at the clock, Six AM. He’d managed to get a few straight hours of sleep at least. He saw he still had the Hammer cuddled to his chest and felt a little embarrassed, he hadn’t slept with it like that since the night of his father’s passing.
Deciding he may as well start getting ready for work, he got up and took a look out the window. Thankfully, Ralph was gone, which meant he could get to fixing the building.
Not long later he was riding the elevator to the first floor still worrying about Ralph and what he’d do about h
Felix hung from the lamppost like a piece of laundry, limp and without resistance. He waited for Ralph to finish with wrecking the building, which he did with chaotic efficiency, causing as much damage as possible with little effort. Once done, he climbed down, dusted off his giant hands and lumbered away, passing Felix with a strong glare. Instead of disappearing into the woods however, the wrecker stomped his way into the dump where he reached the top of the pile, smashed down the bricks around his stump and settled down for the night.
Seeing that Ralph was done for now, Felix felt safe to try getting himself down. He unbuckled his tool be
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Hey, I know it's been pretty quiet from me lately but I've been busy with work and life in general, but to keep connected I've recently joined Tumblr in an attempt to give more exposure to my fanfiction.
So far it hasn't been working, but it's only been a few days, so I'm still hoping for the best. Here's the link for anyone interested. http://thefanfictioninglibrarian.tumblr.com/
I also have a work related tumblr blog too, right now it only has book reviews and book related reblogs, but it's still in its infancy.
Well, it looks like I lived through 2012, despite all the financial problems and all the doomsayers telling us the world was going to end. (And with Sandy all those horrible shootings and the election, I was almost believing them) But it's 2013 and I'm still here, yup, I didn't enact my plan B of somehow stealing Felix's hammer and running away to Equestria like I had been thinking of doing.
Now I'm looking towards the new year with a new optimism...and a new car! Thank you Dan for buying me a much needed new vehicle for the holidays!
And thanks to all my friends who got me gifts even though they knew my financial situation would make it so
Wishing everyone a happy Independence day. I participated in our local parade representing the library branch I work at. We were handing out flyers and candy promoting our summer reading club, and we were told by our supervisors not to throw the candy, but the float behind us was tossing candy will-nilly, luring poor children into the streets into the path of the floats. A real eye-rolling moment. It was fun to do the parade, but we were soaked to the bone in sweat by the end of it.
In other news, I met my summer reading club goal of 12 hours and all I got was a pin. I guess I'm okay with that since I can't get any of the raffle prizes being
It's February 15th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!
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