Das Hier #27

"Face me Pallthurius! I demand the satisfaction of crushing you in battle for make no mistake, I have the power now to make this statement come falling down on your head as woluld a tonne of bricks on a normal man." Aitikis saidas he simulateanously demonstrated his new power, firing off a volley of high impact energy from his eyes.

I blocked his blast with my strong right arm, though I was rocked by the force of his blast, I did not lose my balance and fall off the doorknob. "Is that the best you can do Aitikis?" I shouted at him, grinning with resolve, because I had long vowed to meet aggression with a smile as there was no better way to show my strength than to smile in the face of danger. Though the danger that he posed to me was minimal to say the least for I am Pallthurius and that means power.

"Curse you Pallthurius!" I am bristling with power and still you mock me with yours! Will I never lay you low?" He cried at me, fighting off the tears of the lost who had thought that he was finally with the power to strike me down only to find out that he wasn't.

Though there was a negative side to this as from someone looking at this from the outside might well think that I was cruelly mocking him for his lack of size, we had a long history and he had earned all he misery that had befallen him. "Yes, yes Aikitis, I know, curse me, you'll get me one day! Rinse and repeat as you continue to fail in all your strikes against me!" I answered back before I broke into laughter. "Ha ha ha! You rocked me yes, but if that is your best,  you'll never lay me low." I answered back, certain and sure as I said this.

Little did I know, despite my goodful hearing, that he had an unknown ally, one little spider that was striking from above, if the speed that said spider was coming at me with the speed of an advancing snail could be considered to be a strike.

Aikitis had my full attention so i was caught unawares when Spidisae bit into my neck and sunk his poisonous jaws deep into my soft and vulnerable neck. I had recklessly come into battle this day without being fully garbed, even though this was not my fight. I grabbed my neck as I lost my balance and plummeted to the floor beneath.

Meanwhile, Spidasae leapt off of me and Akitis laughed.

What a beginning! If I do say so myself, not to sound full of myself, because that is unpleasant, but it's a good beginning.

I did not write a single word in the first quarter of the final day of the first month of the decayear, even though I was poised to, I just had to finish the drawing above.

I didn't though as I knocked out, in my chair, before the end of it and finished the drawing in the second.

But I didn't write in the first yesterday so I didn't fall behind.

And I am writing much earlier in this day so I have to get off to a better start to this one right?

How right you are!

I've already written 6 times as many words in this 2nd as  I did in yesterday's.

No, that doesn't put me far ahead, but it gives me a fighting chance for a first good peak day, which is what I am striving for today!

I need more peak days in the months to come or we won't make it to the tally that I have set out for us.

Especially if I lead us.

What's it going to be Franklin? Are you going to do the right thing and answer to call to leadership that only you can use to the promised land?

Tell me that you will.

But all good things come to an end. I have to go to bed and sleep, because I haven't slept yet.

The morning push to glory is coming to an end, but at least it's going to end with me writing hard, though this hard writing has nothing to do with the delicious hamburger and fries that I had in the off hours following my going out to the Facey Club where I had a drink and draw.

It's due to the drive inside. I could have written as many words as I have written now without it, I just wouldn't have enjoyed that very delicious hamburger that is oh so good.

Oh my.

I won't get to a thousand words before I go to bed, which would have been a nice accomplishment, but 800 ain't bad at all and II can make up the difference in the next two quarters.

So with that said, I am going to go now.

Thank you humans.

The decayear started with such promise as we foolishly thought that we five could do what the good Petrie did.

Yes, we can still do it, but not at the rate that we are writing, not with the way that I am writing and the lack of the others showing up, with the exception of Dalton of course, who can only write once a week and hasn't failed to live up to his availability while I have for three days now.

Yes, a thousand words for us is a fail when we need to write that twice over to have any shot at making it to a million, let alone the higher tally that I have spoken into the universe and want us to still make, even now, when I ham just waiting for the leadership of our gathering to be formally given over to Franklin because he's the only one that we can count on amongst the full-time crew. 

And he's had more than enough to respond to both my writing here when I revealed what I had failed to do and the e-mail that I sent him hours ago.

But I get that he's busy, so I am done whinging about the lack of a reply.

At least whinging outwardly. I still might whinge through the writing of another story opening.

Or in the first poem that I have written since I lived on HomeWorld and thought I might be a writer of poetry when I matured out.

Of course that was before the entirety of my class laughed at my first effort like it was the worst thing that they had ever heard.

I am equally sure that their first efforts would have been far from stellar. So what right did they have to be merciless about my first effort?

But the fact remains, they were merciless and I turned my back on writing for a time and on versah ever since.

So futt them for certain sure We'll never know what I could have written if their disdain for versah stopped me from achieving greatness stopped me from achieving greatness

Or if they just delayed it because here I am, a lifetime later and I am ready to try again, safe in the knowledge that their attitude doesn't have to stop me.

And won't, not any longer dammit!

Cursing them out though isn't going to change nothing. What I need to do is curse my own damn self out for listening to them and dropping writing because they laughed at me so hard I gave up parts of myself for years and half a lifetime.

That's on me, not them.

At least they can't stop me any longer.

Charles Petrie

Date
01-31-20

Time

06:46-08:48=132 And 23:38-23:59=21
153 Minutes

Word Count
829+452=1281