The Final Countdown!

•November 26, 2012 • Leave a Comment

So, (I really need to stop using so. I’ll stop after this post, I just ca’t bear to delete it.) I am nearing the final stretch of NaNoWriMo. I am aiming to finish on Thursday, so I had to increase my word count. But I will do it! As of this post, I am at 44,089 words! Hoorah! Wish me luck!


•November 20, 2012 • Leave a Comment

So, (I just realized I start almost all my posts with so. AARRGGHH! Repetition, how you plague me!) about a week ago, my friend showed me a genre called electroswing. It’s a mixture between the “Big band Swing” music of the 1920s to 1040s, but adds some electronic spices to it. i really love swing music, so I decided to check it out. And I’m in love. It’s fantastic. My favorite bands are Caravan palace (Just bought their album!), Tape Five, and Parov Stelar. Here’s a few perfect examples of the genre. Just trying to spread the cool, hipster music style. Enjoy!

Rock It For Me – Caravan Palace

Suzy – Caravan Palace

Bad Boy, Good Man – Tape Five

Catgroove – Parov Stelar

Thanks for reading!

~Alec Rain makes everything better.

•November 18, 2012 • Leave a Comment

This website makes my writing brain happy. I don;t have much time to post, just thought I should show it to my followers (the few that I have.) Rain makes everything better..

Stingy Librarians!

•November 14, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Before I start on my librarian story, I will have you know that no serious damage was caused by our mini-flood. The valve letting water into the clothes washer broke, but we fixed it, and there is no major damage. I send my best wished to New york, who experienced what I did on a scale a million times larger. I’m praying for you, Sandy Survivors!

Anyway, on to librarians.

I am 54 pages into my novel, and counting. Huzzah! I was planning on printing it out to give to a friend of mine, who does not have an email address. Rather than use 54 sheets of my paper on my slow printer, I thought I should use the public one at the school, which is much faster, and is always stocked with an abundance of paper. I  walk in, scan my ID card, sit down at a computer, pull up my novel in progress, and print it. A few seconds later, a notification saying that my document has been sent to the printer pops up, and I walk over to the printer. There’s nothing there! So I go back, and pint it again. Still, nothing happen. I approach our resident librarian, and ask her:

“Is there a limit to how many pages you can print?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t ask me how many I needed to print.

“Yes, how many do you need to print?” Crap.

“Uhh… fifty four.” I told her sheepishly.

“Yeah, you can’t print fifty four pages. There is a copy place down the street that could print that many pages for you. Sorry”

Anyway, I didn’t get those made. Woodrow is just out of luck until he gets an Email address. Sorry Woodrow! (And yes, that is his name, not an alias.)


•November 11, 2012 • Leave a Comment

So, we had to get a new water heater a few days ago. The ones the people left in our house was crap. It was old, messed up, and we were luck that it didn’t catch on fire. So that was great. Just what I’ve always wanted. Anyway, I was up in the loft today, practicing guitar, when there was  a loud pop. My mom was screaming about stopping something. I run down, and out room with the washer in it is flooding. It came from below the washer or whatever. WE run down into the basement, and directly below where the drier is, there is a stream of water flowing from the ceiling. We still have no idea what caused it, and committed mass drowning against all of our towels, but we mopped it up. I don’t know what happened, or any damage it may have caused. Anyway, just kind of sucks. Hopefully nothing too bad comes from this. :(

More Phew!-ing, Fallout 3, and lots of paper.

•November 10, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I just cracked 40 pages on my novel! Yay! Anyway, enough about NaNoWriMo

I really like the game Fallout 3. I didn’t get to play it long, but the while that I did was great. So when I discovered, and I saw the Vault Boy from the game, I immediately printed it out. On normal copy paper. That was a big mistake. It was floppy, and didn’t fold well. I couldn’t even put a head together. So I printed him out again, and make him out of white construction paper. Here he is!


Anyway, what is he? He is what is called a “Papercraft”. It is a style of craft, made of folded paper using no tape or glue at all! just tabs, ingenuity, and patience. I made mine with an exacto knife, and white construction paper. I plan to make more in the future, hopefully out of card stock! Check out, and Enjoy!


•November 8, 2012 • 2 Comments

Phew! NaNoWriMo is HARD! I just cracked 30 pages and 11,669 words! Yay! Honestly, this is more words than I have ever written on one single story in my life! So yeah. I’m proud of myself. Oh! Also, I thought I should post my first chapter here with you, 12 faithful blog followers!

Chapter One! (Beware, it’s long ish)

There’s no honorable way to kill, no gentle way to destroy. There is nothing good in war, except its ending.

-Abraham Lincoln

Chapter One:

Strange Sounds

Gabriel blinked and turned around. He thought he heard someone call his name from the back of the classroom. It didn’t sound like any kid he knew. He didn’t think much of it, and turned back to his teacher, rambling on about parabolas and quadratic functions. His teacher, Mr. Wimbly, was a short, fat man. He was balding on the top of his head, and wore glasses. He was constantly fidgeting and had pimples on the back of his head, which the whole class thought was repulsive, but was forced to see them every time he turned around to write something on his old fashioned black board.

Gabriel attended Walter Perimime High school in Denver, Colorado. The school was named after the founder, Walter Perimime, who founded the school for gifted children in urban Denver. Unfortunately for the now deceased Walter, the school consisted mostly of ne’er-do-wells and thugs. The occasional smart child would be either picked on and harassed, or left out of the social circle. Gabriel Frost was one of those children. Luck for him, he was just left out of the social circles, and not taunted. Gabriel was an interesting boy. Not in any way that would make him stand out in a crowd, just interesting. He was tall, about five feet six inches, and slender. His eyes were bright blue, almost a white color, and were always surrounded with his small, wire rimmed glasses. His hair was coal, and was usually in some raggedy, barely combed manner around his head. He has a thin nose, and nondescript features.

For the rest of the class period, he drew pictures while Mr. Wimbly talked and talked in his squeaky, mouse like voice. He already knew what he was talking about, and Mr. Wimbly had other, more disruptive students to yell and be strict at than Gabriel, who had a solid A in the class.

When there was about ten minutes left in the class, Gabriel glanced at the clock, and heard someone say his name again from the back. The voice was low, and gruff, like an ace being sharpened on a grinding stone. He turned around, and saw a man standing in the back of the room. The man wore a black business suit, but it seemed to ripple and flow within the fabric, but the suit itself never moved. Gabriel blinked, and the man was gone.

I’m just tired, Gabriel thought as he turned around. Gabriel hadn’t been able to sleep for the past month. Every night, he would be awakened at 2:33 exactly. He would remember having nightmares, but could never remember exactly what happened in them. All he could remember was a large being, and two worlds colliding in space, causing a massive explosion. That was the only thing he could remember. Upon waking up, for a brief instant, he would have an idea what he was supposed to do. He felt he had a purpose and a goal. And the drive to do this thing was so intense he could think of nothing other than what he had to do. But the feeling would fade, and he would sit alone for about an hour, trying to conjure what he had needed to do, before abandoning it to sleep for a few more hours before getting up to go to school.

Gabriel passed it off as a trick of his sleep deprived brain, and grinded out the last ten minutes of his math class. When the bell rang, he got out of his chair, grabbed his backpack, and walked out the front door of the school into the cool, winter afternoon. His school was in the center of Denver, right next to the theatre. Often times during the weekends, he would go see a play there. He was the only one in his family or group of friends who enjoyed the theatre. Something about it seemed special and different than a movie. It felt more personal and raw. You could feel that the people on stage were real, not just some celebrity on a screen, banging out movies every six months and making millions.

“Gabriel!” someone called from behind him.

He recognized that voice. His friend Matthew Cross came jogging up behind him.

“Why didn’t you wait for me, man?” Matt asked with a smile “You trying to ditch me or something?”

“No” Gabriel “Just had a weird week, can’t wait to be home. It’s nothing against you.”

“Define weird.”

“Just, strange stuff” Gabriel said, looking down at his shoes and frowning, “I don’t really feel like talking about it. Nothing to be concerned about. Don’t worry.”

“Alright, whatever you say” Matt replied, understanding that he should drop the subject. He was good at that kind of thing, reading people. And Matt had been friends with Gabriel long enough, they could both tell what the other was thinking or feeling.

Matt and Gabriel made a good pair. Their parents were all college friends, attending Colorado State University together. When Matt’s parents decided to move to Washington, The Frost family didn’t keep in touch. Eventually when the Cross family moved back to Denver when Gabriel and Matt were in eighth grade, the two met in school. Matthew was a few inches shorter than Gabriel, with scraggly, sandy blonde hair much like Gabriel’s, just a radically different color. Matt met Gabriel through their music taste. They were both sitting in Social studies when Mat’s phone went off, singing the guitar part from Bring It on Home by Led Zeppelin. Luckily the teacher liked Led Zeppelin, and let him off the hook.

“Nice ring tone” Gabriel said after class was over.

“Ha ha, I know, I listen to 70s music. Laugh at me” Matt snapped back, thinking Gabriel was being sarcastic.

“No, I’m serious. Led Zeppelin is one of my favorite bands,” Gabriel told him, chuckling “I really liked it! You’re really lucky Mr. Gooding was cool enough to let it slide.”

From there on the pair grew closer friends. They were now both juniors at Walter Perimime high school, and were still very close friends.

Matt continued to chatter as the two walked to the downtown towards Gabriel’s apartment about fifteen blocks from the school. Matt’s apartment was just a few blocks farther.

Gabriel drowned out Matt’s chatter, thinking about the man in the back of the room, calling his name. He tried to convince himself it was just his brain, but he couldn’t shake the fact that he seemed so real. He waved goodbye to his friends, and rode the elevator to the top of the apartment complex after showing his ID to the elderly doorman, Wilfred, who was quiet and quite liked Gabriel.

Riding up the elevator was an everyday occurrence for Gabriel, but today, he didn’t want to ride in it. He felt a little unnerved by the empty, old, rattley elevator. But rather than walk up the 33 floors up, he stepped into the elevator, punched the button, and waited for the creaking, metal doors to shut, and the long, five minute ride to be over.

The only illumination in the elevator was a lone light bulb, hanging from a copper wire hanging from the ceiling. The small, almost burned out bulb cast an eerie, golden glow through the small elevator. The device was old, and not pleasant like the modern elevators. You could look out the metal, grate like doors to look up and down the floors. Not that there was much to see, just the ink black abyss below. Gabriel never cared to do this. He didn’t really like the thing, but it was something he had to live with.

Much to Gabriel’s relief, the 33rd floor came into view without a hitch, and Gabriel walked out into the hall where his apartment was. A man in a business suit passed him by, and went into the elevator.

Just as the door was about to close, Gabriel turned around to see who had gone into the elevator. There were only about 20 apartments on his floor, arranged around the square hallway, and he knew everyone on his floor, yet he didn’t recognize the man who had brushed past him. He turned around, but the elevator was gone.

Gabriel went into his apartment. It was a nice, medium sized place with leather furnishings in the main room that the front door opened in to. Next to the front room was the kitchen with some basic, stainless steel appliances. There was a hallway leading out of the main room. On one side was his parent’s room; on the other was his room, which was adjacent to his sister’s. Finally, at the end of the hall, was the family bathroom.

Gabriel went straight to his room, and began to listen to music. He thought about the bizarre things that had been happening to him with alarming frequency as of late. He had always heard or saw strange things, that were passed off as an overactive imagination as a child. But as he got older, the visions and noises increased and he talked about them less and less.

The happenings started out as flickers, just on the edge of perception. A flicker in the corner of his vision, or a soft whisper in the dead of night. The first happening Gabriel could remember was when he was four or five. It was a few weeks after Christmas, in the same apartment he was living in now. He had received some army men for Christmas, and he was setting them up in elaborate ways, staging battles and one on one duels. As he was playing, he heard sounds of actual battle. Now, most children have made or imagined sounds during a battle, but Gabriel could tell these were not being conjured up from his imagination. The gunfire was slow, not like modern day assault rifles, and among the explosions, he heard other noises he could not explain. He heard great beasts roaring and snapping, along with the whirring of clockwork and pneumatics. The sounds became louder and more intense, and seemed to be coming from everywhere around him.

Gabriel screamed and ran into his parent’s room, crying about the noises. His mother comforted him, stroking his hair until he calmed down. The whole event was just passed off as the overactive imagination of a five year old, and was never really much to be worried about.

The next ordeal didn’t happen until five. Gabriel was seven, playing at the park a few blocks from his house. The day crisp and slightly cold. The leaves were orange and red, casting fiery light across the grass and sidewalk. Gabriel was ten, and his little sister was seven. He had promised her that he would take her there to play.

Her name was Sarah. She was average height for a seven year old, with long brown hair that reached down to her elbows. She had dark, chocolate brown eyes, and was kind, talkative, and almost never got in fights with Gabriel. When Sarah was born, Gabriel took an instant liking to her. She never cried, but whenever she did, it only lasted for short periods of time. Her smile was infectious, and she was social and liked by everyone who met her.

Gabriel and Sarah were walking around the park, talking and occasionally stop to play with a Frisbee, or pet the dog of a passerby. She was leaning down to pet a small Jack Russell Terrier puppy with brown feet, when Gabriel looked across the park, and saw a creature unlike anything he had seen before.

There, behind a tree, stood a lady with long blonde hair that reached the ground. Her clothes were made of large leaves, bark, and flowers. Her hair was braided around her hair, and she was strikingly pretty.

“Sarah,” he said, not able to tear his eyes away from the woman “Look over there, by that tree across the park.”

By this time the dog had passed, and Sarah was looking at Gabriel strangely.

“What woman?” She asked, chuckling. She thought he was just playing a trick on her.

“Over there, by the tree.” He said, slowly taking steps onto the grass, approaching the woman, who was looking him in the eyes and smiling.

“Gabriel, seriously. I know you’re just trying to scare me. Let’s go home, I’m getting cold.” All Sarah was wearing was a pink V neck shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. She was shivering, but wasn’t sure if it was from the chill. Something was wrong with Gabriel.

Without responding, Gabriel broke into a run, dashing towards the lady, who had gone behind the ancient tree. His sister yelled something to him, but he didn’t care. He was only focused on finding out who that woman was. He was mesmerized by her, and she was the only thing he could think about.

When he ran around the tree, the tree girl was gone. In her place was a shimmering spot in the air. The area was made of glimmering triangles and polygons that would shift and move randomly. Gabriel inched closer to the place. A faint sound was coming off it. He couldn’t quite describe it. Like chimes and bells, but on a tiny scale. The sound bounced around inside his head, and seemed to call him closer to the mass in front of him.

Gabriel reached out to touch the thing before him, but an ark of purple energy, much like lightning, came out and shot for his chest. Gabriel dodged it, and backed away. The sense of wonder had disappeared, and was replaced with a sense of foreboding.  The woman hadn’t called him to her to tell him secrets, or whatever delusion she had put into his mind. She had meant to harm him with whatever was in front of him. Before he had any time to think about it more, his sister came around the tree.

“Gabriel!” She said loudly with a terrified expression on her face. “What happened? You were talking about women, and then took off without telling me what was going on.

“I know. There was a woman here a minute ago, wearing a dress made of plants. I couldn’t think of anything besides her, and ran over here. She left, but left behind this!” He told her, beckoning to the shimmering patch of air besides him.

“Left what?” His sister said, her fear increasing. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do I need to call mom?”

It occurred to Gabriel that his sister couldn’t see any of what he had been talking about. Was he hallucinating? He began to be afraid as well.

“This spot of air, right here.” He told her, hoping she was just lying, that she really could see the area to his left. He hoped he wasn’t crazy.

His sister gave him a weird look, but before she could say anything, Gabriel accidentally moved closer to the patch of air, which was now shrinking. It sent out the burst of energy, and hit him straight in the chest. Gabriel fell to the ground, and a crimson blotch spread across his chest. Gabriel was dying.

Continue reading ‘Phew!’


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