character redemption

Rather than kill a corrupt or malevolent character off, why not go for redemption? Many heroic figures of storytelling legend were once poor, disabled, disfigured and underwent incredible transformations to become super and special, carriers of the light. It is much harder and more valuable and compelling to make treasure out of raw materials, or refurbish and recreate a tarnished old soul!

broken toys of cyberspace

one died of a bullet through a heavy bound text shot by a girl and a go pro camera. another talking trash on a binge drunk rampage got murdered by the character he assassinated. one took an elevator up a high rise in China then climbed free and slipped to his death. a million followers more cannot help you when you're gone. we will remember these years for all our sad broken toys in cyberspace. someday may they be retrofitted with new capes and powers and costumes. and endless lives in the deadly video game where they reside.

GTL a book reading 1.23.4

Maze 2:6:3 -- storytelling

Book Two

Chapter 6 

Part 3

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In the last episode 2:6:2 Ame is talking about her friendship with Bless and Freddy, and the time Freddy helped her get gum out of her hair. Then he took her on his Harley to Berkeley to a salon where she has a dreamy moment in soap suds. 

super plain adults

I was explaining something to you and the wheels were turning but pretty slow like bicycles. Your dog began to bark at me and I got quiet. Can you throw him a tennis ball or something? The circus was in town and let's hope they tightened the bolts on the tea cups. I went to the kitchen and got the coffeepot and it was half full. I brought it to you and filled your mug and then mine. Sugar? You shook your head, you wanted milk. The moon was cut in half and the planets glittering and outshining stars. Orion was stretching out like a superhero. We could hear through the walls of the garage, your kids on guitars. Remember when we were kids? and super kids we were, really, babysitting for a dime. Three or four brats at a time. They came home late late late nights. Woke you up with a smile to go home with a yawn. Alcohol on their breath. That was so long ago it feels like a past life. You wannanother coffee? God it's late why the hell are we drinking coffee? But it's okay. We are super plain adults. We can do whatever the hell we wanna do.