write something nonsensical, surreal, silly. (3)

[FredVB]

The structure that moved from world to world had just few of the creatures it carried still there. It came to a world with grassy plains, surrounded at intervals with belts of woods, rainforests, and jungles. Here Yahweh left the neomastodon mother and father, with the same sort of assurances, promises, requirements, and warnings.

The structure then came to world with grasslands with springs of water among them, with wide belts of sandy deserts, and surrounding mountainous regions. Here the mother and father cameloleon were left, with the same sort of things said for them.

Meanwhile, the enemy was already at work among some creatures that had been left in the ideal worlds for them.

 

[FredVB]

Yahweh had sufficiently instructed and warned all creatures he brought to the worlds for them. Yet the enemy would come, and in spite of what Yahweh said, there were those that would choose to go contrary when there was suggestion for it from the enemy.

The great larva had soon come to the place the father and mother giant arachnid were using, in that same forest. They had a web nest, a little above the surface of the ground. Little arachnid offspring, their first generation of offspring, were all about that nest, as their parents spoke to them. The great larva addressed them.

"Think of how you could do much more than this simple nest, and do much better with a greater structure, using small straight branches with webbing, to have walls up and a great covering over you, that you could arrange more to your liking, with what would come to mind. You would have great protection from rain, keep out unwanted visitors with outer walls, and with separate rooms for those among you, that would be kept together that way. It would develop to be greater and greater. I will show you things for how to begin this great thing."

"Why did we not hear anything of this before?" Father Giant Arachnid asked.

"Yahweh wants you to figure many such things out for yourselves, so he left you here not telling you all of it, and letting such things to be figured out by those smarter among us, who will then be impressive to others. Let's do this!"

The great larva worked up the couple's enthusiasm when they were showing interest, and they disregarded the written instructions using symbols they had there nearby. They consented to have the great larva show them such things he would.

The great structure Yahweh used going from world to world taking his creatures to the ones that he had just for them continued, and the next world was for the arctic lions, dryad tigers, chill dogs, and superwolves.

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...russia only needs one country within the european union to veto the next round of sanctions upon it in june, sanctions that evidently hurt europe too for that matter..." blurted the goblin wondering if that was in part why russia had scaled back its presence in syria today, that putin was proably thinking that if the EU was now going to cause another mass influx of migrants through warring isis in libra this time around, then the last thing he needed was the EU then blaming the russians for what would be the EU's own war caused migrant problem, explaining "...and all this war seems there just to hide the financial fiasco that the EU now finds itself in, I mean clearly if the head of the ECB has had to raise the bondization from 60billion euros a month to 100billion euros, then doesn't that figure alone express just how bad things really are within the EU today...", whereupon the goblin sighed "...besides, just what is this EU doing, going to war like this, where nato was created to protect us from external threats, not to be used as some belligerent tool to expand "the west's" own vested interests abroad like this..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, goblin doing a welcome on a writer's forum

hi I am new here... anyone may suggest about their writing or life.

"...welcome to xxxxx forum then..." went the goblin quickly adding "...not a bad forum really only that as you've probably guessed by now there are those whom for want of a better word one might losely describe as "writertypes" amongst the more normal posters here, which is a real shame agreed, but then again I suppose if we didn't provide somewhere across forumland for them to congregate upon they'd turn up on other forums too overrunning them in those "hey dude written a book" ways of theirs, and then all would be "hey dude written a book", "hey dude written a book" every which way one looked I mean, parish the thought though, and good thing you're not one of them then...", in fact as afflictions went the goblin was pretty sure that it was neither life threatening or nearly as bad as it looked now, asking "...but enough of this digression, pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable too, just tell me about yourself now, so what brings you to this my neck of the woods so to speak, would you be normal poster by any chance or...., ..." as the goblin's heart suddenly sank a premonition, adding "...oh no, you're not going to say "hey dude written a book" are you..."

 

[FredVB]

When I see posted what would be meant as any personal remark of any other posting, in a place where I am posting, I see I should respond about that, even if it is without any one who is named, such as with it said, there are those whom for want of a better word one might losely describe as "writertypes" amongst the more normal posters here, which is a real shame ... overrunning them in those "hey dude written a book" ways of theirs.

This thread is a call to write something, even with it surreal, and I for one see this as an appropriate place for posting what I write for such. What I do for this, for this as one case, doesn't seem should be criticized in that sort of way. I for one didn't make any claim of what I otherwise have written. I just said this to start with:
I write and do like simply sharing some things I write, such as I do in places such as Facebook. This forum, with a thread like this, seems pretty good for anything like that.

On the other hand, there isn't anything in the name of this thread indicating that it is for "livewriting". Perhaps there should be a distinct thread designated for that, I haven't seen any recently though.

The great structure had settled, and the four carnivore couples came out to a brisk world, with great forests seen in places, more temperate off and rather distant in one direction, and the coniferous boreal forests nearby and off in the other direction. Movement, among the growth there was in the great grasslands in between, from very little animals, was seen in some places. Far beyond the forests with what seemed to be pine trees, distant mountains rose high, with growth along the bottom of them, evidently consisting of distant trees, but beyond that white with snow, and from high up between passes of the great peaks, glaciers ran down great lengths along the sides, and beyond those where they ended streams of water continued to the bottom.

Yahweh spoke to them with similar assurances, requirements, and warnings, and blessed them letting them know of places just right for them in this world. The great structure would go on though Yahweh would be as available to all when they call. Not many of the creatures that had started with the travel from world to world with this structure still remained on it.

 

[fleamailman]

("...well now, if I address anyone it will be by name FredVB..." smiled the goblin who hadn't addressed anyone here in his last posting then, liking what he had read of FredVB though, then adding "...just that writer's forums are notorious for "post and run" types, those who merely introduce themselves and their book in the introduction section, where even yesterday too writerscafe website closed down it's forum part of its website probably for this reason then, whereas writersbeat forum simply trims those shortsighted introductions off...", in fact the goblin had written that post upon fictionpost forum, and was his tongue in cheek way of drawing attention to a mistake often made by novice writers who were trying to entice would be readers to their writings, explaining "...most readers upon writer's forums won't appreciate a "post and run" intro for the contempt it shows towards the forum, hence instead your way FredVB of offering exerts from your book in posts is the correct way of going about things, hope this helps, never once am I not supportive...")

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, from the introductions thread

The newcomer dropped to her knees beside the rabbit hole and leant forward to gaze down it. "Thank you, Mister Goblin!" she called out after him, voice tumbling down the dirt walls to wherever they might lead.

where the voice came back from the within the rabbit hole, still smiling in its way "...ah now, where if they don't get to read your posts then surely soon enough they'll start reading someone else's posts instead, come, I'll be here whenever and together we can make posts aplenty between us, I mean there's nothing in it for me, as I remain anonymous throughout, but you my dear human could get known by your posts if you have that online aptitude within you that is...", in fact, the goblin had caught a cold since his last even if he was feeling much better now, restarting "...so why not just play for the spiders as it were, where the spiders have to collect their quota of data for those search engines behind them whom they serve with what they find by whomever they come across, naah don't hold those spiders in such disdain just because they're not readers per se, it's just a different world, their online world, where the point is to place your writings in their path, and not do all that writing about writing those nimwit writertypes do, nor expecting reviews from those equally short sighted to their surroundings here, so come in here and then simply judge things from the hitcount to your posts alone, for that's the truth about your readership, ah yes, I can see it now, you'll be right up there with the best, your name in sparking spiders across the internet...", as the goblin seemed to stand there in its midst of thousands of spiders that collected data around him still

xxxx

 

[FredVB]

I am encouraged in this case, and have yet further things I will share.

It was an impressive edifice that was developing from the work of the giant arachnid couple, with some input that they listened to from the great larva. In place of the nest, a tall structure from branches with webbing there reached high between the trees, with several stories of rooms. That tower had extensions reaching out, and expanding where spaces between trees permitted it. In some of those spaces were other such towers. Within this edifice were many, many rooms. When the offspring they were already raising were big enough, they would add greatly to this. And father and mother giant arachnid would produce more offspring. They were soon going to designate rooms in the surrounding towers for those they were already raising, and those occupying these would oversee what was done with the future generations of giant arachnids. Any of the insect inhabitants in the rest of this world would be excluded from their activity.

When they had come far with building this, the great larva gave them further encouragement for it, and with saying he would return again to give more helpful ideas, he departed, with plans to go to the superstingers next.

 

[fleamailman]

("...good read, keep it coming..." smiled the goblin)

repost from elsewhere, based on a PM to an unnettable butterfly

the goblin for his part was elsewhere again, blurting away to himself as it were "...when you receive your salary form your work your government comes along and then takes a percentage of it as "income tax", whereas if that same salary then lands in the bank, the bank now takes 2% from it too, the same idea only that they call that "negative interest rates" instead of calling it a "tax" then...", yet the goblin was looking back further still, back to 1913 in fact, which was when the federal government first introduced income tax in america at only 1% of income, something that seemed negligible at the time before it slowly increased eroding that power those individual states held over to federal government's finances since the government was receiving revenue directly without them, restarting "...so am I wrong in thinking that this same slight of hand is in process again, that it's a "bank tax" that first erodes away then eventually challenges, if not supersedes even, the power of the sovereign states by that power of their central banks...", and just as the goblin knew what it was, and where it was heading, yet he knew too that he was powerless about its eventuality now

 

[FredVB]

A world full of rivers and lakes, between high hills with coniferous and flowering trees, and very grassy meadows, was next for the great structure that Yahweh had moving from world to world, with great movement of stars seen going by that clear structure from inside where creatures still left in it watched. A few were left, and at this world Yahweh called forth father and mother superbeaver, and then the manicmice couple. With the assurances, requirements, and warnings Yahweh gave them, with his promise to always respond when they called on him, they were sent out to where they were told was the ideal location they could be at in that perfect world designed for them. And the great structure then moved on, with the last few creatures that would be taken to the worlds for them.

 

[FredVB]

While the great larva was busy with communicating with the lanternfly parents, and then the giant arachnid parents, father and mother superstinger had finished with their hive, and had their little babies growing in their cells. They would travel about frequently gathering nectar to bring back. When the great larva did come, he spoke to them giving a vision of a great hive reaching high as the tree tops, that would come to hold many, many of their kind, and would intimidate all other creatures, such that the superstingers would be respected in this world.

And the great structure which Yahweh brought from world to world was still going to the last few of those for bringing any of the creatures that Yahweh had called, to not remain on the earth with fallen humanity and the great wickedness that would come there, affecting all that world.

And the next world among those held vast rainforests in warm, moist climate. Father and mother tribbel marmoset, and then father and mother supermarmoset, were called forth to this one. These creatures too were given the assurances, requirements and warnings for them, with a reminder that the enemy was focused on coming to sift them destructively, but Yahweh was there for them and desiring their relationship with him, calling for that through anything that would happen.

 

[fleamailman]

("...reads well, keep it coming..." smiled the goblin)


repost from elsewhere

Groups are for the weak. Meeting people is a natural talent, you either can or cannot. Something tells me you frequent more than just one forum. And, for you, it borderlines between intense hobby and unhealthy obsession. Maybe the forum will make a comeback, it just needed a little tweaking to keep the incessant spammers away for a while. I doubt it though, not much went on there making any hassle it caused not worth the effort. It was 80% spam 19% you talking to yourself and 1% everything else.

"...you guessed it, many forums as it stands, and all those in expectation of my continuation as it were, where yes I was mostly editing through my posts and creating new one's while welcoming anyone who turned up too, meaning the last thing I was was a troll there by it..." repeated the goblin who only ever needed two things really, somewhere to edit posts upon and somewhere to post those posts to too, where forums were perfect in their way but most unreliable too, much as seen then, smiling "...well now, if one continues anywhere then clearly one is not weak by it, for while I have no "writing rights" per se, then I guess the group's section will now serve my needs as before, ah no, weakness is a word that only applies to someone who gives up, the rest is just a compromise to the moment as it were..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere,

What do you enjoy impersonating and why? I like to personify accents. It is easy because I speak few languages. Anyone here like to imitate animals? Like dressing up or sounding like one?

"...can't say that I've ever tried to impersonate anything myself..." replied the goblin, looking at the slot now, adding "...so how about you slot, would you like to impersonate someone else then...", "...well, I could try being you goblin but then the readers would get very confused between us if they weren't confused already that is, I mean two goblins upon one post, but then who would there be left to feed the post to, whereas if we were both slots now then nothing would get written at all for being awaiting mouths...", the harlequin narrating as ever hadn't been following though, instead she merely looked across at sunny cold day outside while wondering if her role of narrator here merited a sip of the goblin's coffee as it seemed he was still preoccupied with chatting to the slot and it would be a pity to let such coffee go to waste, where to her at least the line between personification and impersonation blurred somewhat when and where each posters was a persona was concerned, after all one had to ask oneself what was actually here when nothing and no one was actually here, just mere words upon a screen and some fiction created by those words then, and yet there they just were then, all three of them now, where none of them knew the answer to xxxxx's question though, so giving up the slot just swallowed the post down once more noting that someone had finished off their coffee in his absence, but the harlequin wasn't telling now, instead her mime was perfectly pointing with a smile towards the goblin instead thus covering her tracks so to speak even if as a harlequin she never actually spoke though

xxxx

 

[Winter_Rose]

If all the world were paper, and all the sea was ink, and all the trees were bread and cheese, what should we have to drink? - John Mennes.

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...oh, she's so bad for me really..." wheezed the goblin looking down at the zygopetalum orchid before trying to clear his throat once more and rubbing his eyes repeatedly too, then explaining over his allergy to the best of his croaking ability "...no, never in my life did I think I'd live to see one in the flesh let alone possess one now...", but there she was then, and in flower too, flowers that simply filled the room with a scent that overpowered one's senses with their fragrance, flowers that lasted weeks if not months even, smiling "...orchids are not hard, just that they're individual where some are right for one's circumstance and temperament while others aren't, and where if my autopsy report were then to read "death by hey fever" know now that I had lived and then died in love as it were...", where the point of one's life the goblin felt was never just one's longevity within it

 

[brinny]

.....well peoples don't just write to write books, do they?

*stops in randomly to wave, say hi, offer coffee, and smile over the random-ness-es*

 

[gerbilwoman]

Brooms zoom and go vroom vroom.

 

[brinny]

Brooms zoom and go vroom vroom.

i thought vacuum cleaners did that.....

 

[fleamailman]

("...help housework, sounds like wrong planet..." went the goblin running away again)

repost form elsewhere, another welcome, someone asking "where to begin"

"...start anywhere other than at the beginning I always say, naah let those readers catch up with you instead..." suggested the goblin with a welcoming smile before adding "...besides, it's easier to work backward I guess, where often one can't remember how it all got to be this way to begin with, but it's ever this "here and now" for all one's assumptions though...", whereupon the goblin dipped his hand into his pocket to pull out a thermos of coffee, of which he poured some of its contents into the lid before handing it to xxxxx saying "...drink up then, to be honest with you you are what you aren't here, just a real virtual reality if ever there was one, nothing new about that though, only that we called it by "fiction" back then...", the coffee was sweetly black where the goblin took to drinking it directly from the thermos, as he then met xxxxx's gaze, smiled, and casually repeated "...we're lucky really, those young ones there might write at their beginnings still, but wouldn't you agree that all that "fame and fortune" is simply for those who would be "vain and cheap" amongst us, just for those who'll buy into it then, but not us though, no we write for this moment alone, this sole moment between us still, where past has gone and future may never come, yes where to begin then, so why not begin in this moment perhaps and go at it one post at a time too...", where the goblin found his coffee most conducive to thoughts in such good company he felt

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere,

"...what then indeed..." mused the goblin going over his priorities again, then continuing "...what if each and every review one ever received related how they just hated your work now, and what if all those writers there thought that you were an upstart because you weren't published in that little closed shop publishing world of theirs, moreover, what if you knew in your heart that a mere 3% of folks were still reading books anyway, what then, I mean would you just stop writing throwing away whatever chance you ever had to know who you were by what you posted, or would you endure simply because what you write writes you back for the adventure to be had by one's pen alone...", at which point the goblin's mind went back to his childhood again with the television has margaret thatcher's voice rebuffing the interviewer to the words "it's not the gale but he sail that sets the course", whereupon the goblin in his turn shouted aloud in his own defiant way "...so bring on this storm for I would ride upon its back still, where god be my compass, and where all I ever had was no different from anyone else really, only a sea of forumland to these words that carries one onwards across it, just a journey to self while it lasts..."