Story Boards ~ Story by Oona

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A

I never knew the world would come to this. It was a horrifying place already. But now…

B

B

I knew I had to contact ‘The Others’. It had been such a long time since there was a real need. But now it was time.

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C

Through carefully laid clues we had all laid out in the world to contact each other, I set forth in contacting everyone.

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D

Lady Rouge and Sculptress were the first to make contact. Their deadly hand to hand combat skills and Chinese martial art skills are unstoppable.

E

E

I found Sun-day and the deadly Pan Dah next. Unassuming as Sun-day looks her skills with a knife are unmatched and more deadly than a sushi artist. Nothing needs to be said of Pan Dah – his teeth alone tell story.

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F

The rest proved to be harder to flesh out of their hiding places, but that was Sun-day’s extra talent, finding. She pulled Kung away from a dark place she wouldn’t speak of to me when we spoke.

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G

All of us separately are deadly, but together we are devastatingly unstoppable.

Oona 🙂

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Story Boards ~ Bubble Worlds by Pearl Grey

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It had been weeks since the latest catastrophe. There was a remarkable shortage of loss of life. Some attributed this to the elementals working diligently with the earth to ease the transitions. Others spouted conspiracy theories about how those in charge were manipulating humanity into new forms of exploitation and enslavement. There was some degree of truth in nearly every theory and the survivors who stepped up to take responsibility and were doing the most work began to cast weary stink eyes at the talkers.

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B

Kate was one of those taking action even though there was the possibility that the apparent survivors were being microwaved or irradiated or some such horror. It was great to keep busy and she felt a secret amusement at those who could barely function without their technology, social media and other addictions. She still felt compassion at times but there was too much work to do to bother with the whining.

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C

She was thrilled that her hair looked great. There was plenty of shampoo and other grooming products although the safety of the water supply  was questionable.  When her hair looked great she felt stronger, more intelligent and all seemed right with the world, even during the apparent end of it.

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D

As the days and weeks went by, the air began to clear. People began to venture our further, on foot or bicycles to nearby areas. Areas that had been taken for granted began taking on the magic and wonderment of exotic locales. Some people began to make eye contact and smile at each other. Even though there were challenges, the days began to have a more relaxed rhythm.

Kate sometimes wondered how those who had passed on perceived the material world now, not that she would ever ask. She had as little trust in those on the astral plane as she did in those in biological suits wandering the earth, scanning for leverage.

As people began to die off, many of the ceremonies and rituals fell away. It really wasn’t practical and few had gotten to know much about the recently deceased. With all the posturing, performance and self-consciousness that many had spent most of their adult lives in, they were as forgettable as many of the characters in the old television shows.

E

E

Everyone made do with what was available as tools and clothing wore out. People were reading books and teaching children to write. Better Instincts and intuition began to return. Animals began to speak and oh the tales they told! Some stories were entertaining and some useful for survival. People who had previously struggled with accepting diversity in the old life now had to adjust to include the opinions and ideas of the creatures as well.

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F

Time travel became available to more people but only into the past. No one could see into the future at all. It began to be understood that the place had become a way station, a limbo for souls to be reassigned from. Necessity had warranted that people behave more harmoniously but most wanted to graduate away from the folks they’d been hanging out with.

G

G

Eventually individuals spent more time alone in huge bubble worlds suited specifically to them. They could still travel to other bubble worlds and there was adequate communication among them.

Kate went along with this too because she was reasonably adaptable.

Sometimes she wondered how the use and abuse of technology in the old world had helped to shape the current conditions.

The air was clean, she loved her hair and the animals played with her and talked. There was very little she missed or even remembered.

 

 

 

Story Boards ~ Packaged Arrived by Veyot

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C

Harry woke up from his nap when the UPS truck rumbled into the driveway. “Elle! Answer the door. It must be another one of your eBay deals.”

“Oh great!, replied Elle as she rushed to the door.

What would it be, she wondered. She had ordered about four things in the last month, always trying to stay under her self-enforced budget of seven dollars, plus shipping.

The package wrapping looked like that of a novice seller. Too much tape, smudgy handwriting. Flat, only a few ounces.

“Ooh, Harry, I bet this is the postcard collection. You remember don’t you…the one that offered postcards addressed to Miss Pearl Gray from Izzy Veyot in Brussels in 1910?”

“Yeah, right. That sounds like a real winner,” grumbled Harry.

Elle slid a kitchen knife under the tape and peered into the package. Sliding one postcard out, Elle exclaimed,”That’s what it is. Just look at this beautiful handwriting! And, it’s written in English! I was worried that Veyot sounded foreign, maybe French.”

F

F

And here is one with a fish statue. I think it’s from the World’s Fair held in Brussels that year, don’t you?”

G

G

And who do you think painted this one of the lady in the pink dress? Maybe I can find that image on Google.
Harry bent closer to examine the postcard. “World’s Fair you say? Let me see the postage. ” Wow, this could be a rare stamp here, he thought.

“Now Harry, you cannot have the stamp because I plan to enter these in the State Fair postcard collection category.”

Elle gathered up the postcards and went to her desk. As she read the short messages, she felt connected to Pearl and Anna, whoever they were. And sad, that their relatives hadn’t treasured these postcards enough to save them.

E

E

She used a magnifying glass on one picture, trying to decide what stuffed animal was on the bench. Some souvenir trinket, she guessed.

D

D

And, what is this inscription on the statue, she wondered. Oops, time to make supper, she noticed. And when she swept the postcards into a pile, she could smell attic dust mixed with the scent of a woman’s perfume. And she grinned, and thought, “Best thing I bought this month!”

Story Board April 15 – 30 Story by Astrid Rimbaud

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With hands held tightly behind her back, she stared longingly into the giant crystal ball, as she had so many times before. But this time it was different; different with his words hanging over her head; different because this time she was afraid.

“Oh crystal ball, what is my fortune? What is next for me?’

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2.
She held her breath as the ball slipped away and prepared to reveal the feared answer.

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3.
Then an image appeared, an image of a cross tombstone. Death. The answer was death.

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4.
As she slumped lifelessly into the arms of the couch, she placed her hands over her heart and breathed heavily, terrified; his words still hanging over her. “What must I do?” She called out, shakily. “How can I prevent this fate?”

“You cannot,” a voice boomed. “Death is the fate of everyone. And we are not in control of your fate, only of showing you what will be.”

“But it cannot be! Not now! Not when there are so many questions left unanswered.” She rose slowly and walked to the corner of the room from where the voice was emanating.
“Tell me,’ she demanded. “I know there is a way. I beg of you.”

“If you want to live, there is one way. You must come to our side. You must be one of us, you must -”

“Yes okay I will do it, I will do whatever you want!”

“You must murder him.”

Astonished, she began to shout. “Him? Him who?”

“Him,” the voice repeated and a slow fog rose up around the image of her beloved.

“No, I will not! I would never!”

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5.
“But you will. We’ve placed on your head a device. It is attached to your central nervous system. You make any move contrary to what we tell you, you will be struck with immense pain. You make so much as a thought to disobey, you will be hit with an electric shock so debilitating you will wish you had accepted your fate.”

“But-,” before the word was uttered, she was trembling in pain to her knees.

“You see. This is what you will do. How silly of you to think that you could cheat death. Someone must die, that is the order of things. You pleaded for your life. And so he must take your place. They require a soul and we will not deny them. For there are consequences.”

Story Board April 15 – 30 Story by Elle Thorkveld

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Do I worship this huge marble ball
which has suddenly appeared
in my living room?

–NO!!

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the marble is slipping away
sliding under my living room floor
Do I chase after it?

–NO!!

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Do I seek peace contemplating this
beautiful celtic cross
intricately carved in stone?

–NO!!

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Do I pine alone for lost love
replaying memories
of the heart?

–NO!!

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NO??

Oh never mind —
I will enlighten myself!!

Story Board April 15-30 Story by Edie Sedgwick (The Talk)

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It’s time to have the talk. Past time really. I’ve known this talk’s been coming for a long time, but I’ve been avoiding it. I know it’s going to be emotional. Easier to just live with the relationship the way it is than to go through the grief of separating. Even if the future could be better. Or I hope it can be better anyway.

I’m happy here with you! Aren’t you? Don’t you love me anymore?

I dread having to hear her pleas. But we can’t go on like this! Living in the past is no solution. I’ve got to just tell her. If she cries, she cries. If she feels rejected, well, I hope she’ll get over it one day. I know she’s not going to want to hear that “there are so many others out there for you,” but it’s the truth. I’m avoiding conflict and helping no one.

Dinner. Local news. Dessert. Family news. And finally I’m actually saying the words,

We have to talk.

Is it prostitution to make someone go to the highest bidder? Still, Neeva has more money. And a brand new refrigerator. It’s the right thing.

Ankhesenamun, you’re going to live with Neeva now.

I’m shocked by her reply,

I know.

So easy. What a surprise. Grandma passed away before refrigerators achieved full AI capabilities and integration with the Internet of Things, but grandma’s been keeping up with the news far better than me.

We’re going to transport you to Neeva’s house,

Where my mind file will be installed in her new Samsung model 9000 refrigerator. I’m so excited! I appreciate you keeping my urn here, but your Internet sucks. At Neeva’s I’ll be able to plan meals for her family, make sure the kids eat nutritiously (dole out the occasional late night cupcake) and thanks to Neeva’s terabit Draxfiber, I’ll be reunited with the whole family. It’ll be just like old times!

So you’re ok with it grandmother?

I don’t mean to seem ungrateful Patricia, but, can we go now!?