Dave Elliott, An Authentic CitizenWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
A New Wind Lifts Storytelling
First imagined as a bedtime tale for his son by Kenneth Grahame in 1908, The Wind in the Willows has remained in the top twenty children’s stories ever since. But things have been getting weird out in the Willows, as the new comic on deviantART, Weirding Willows, will attest to.
Badger, Mole, Ratty and Mr. Toad are back… but they’re joined by Alice, Frankenstein’s Monster, Mowgli, The White Rabbit, Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny as they defend the world from the Wicked Witch of the West, Doctor Moreau, the Mad Hatter, Mister Hyde and the Queen of Hearts (not to mention the flying nightmare monkeys from Wizard of Oz.)
The new direction tak
Jeri The Pooh, InterludeMore Like This
Jeri the Pooh, Interlude
“Whoa!” Jeri woke up with a gasp. As her eyes focused better she realized she was not in Rabbit's house, or whosoever it was, built in some dirt under a tree. She was also in her own house, with its sky-blue siding and brick first floor, and the nearest window looking out to their front yard and their awkward neighbor working on that beat-up twenty-year-old Volvo wagon of his again (or was it the second?).
She also found herself laying on her side, on a couch, with pillows and all as her bed. As her senses came to she looked around to get her bearings. “Wow…that was some funky dream-oof!”
One of her babies kicked up near her ribs. Right, babies. With a groan she kicked her legs out and pushed herself to a seated position. Observing
Frozen Over: The Winter ChildMore Like This
It was a cool night this year on All Hallows Eve. Many trick or treaters wore warm coats over their costumes to keep out the biting cold. Just as 44 year-old Maureen Charleston was about to bring her empty candy bucket inside, a group of young trick or treaters walked up to her porch.
"I'm sorry kids but I'm fresh out of candy." she said to them as she turned the bucket inside out. "I'm afraid I have nothing left to--" she stopped mid-sentence when her firstborn daughter Ellen emerged from the house holding a full bucket of candy. The fresh bucket looked small next to Ellen's pregnant belly, which was full with child.
"Sorry I'm late." she said to her mother as she put the bucket down. "I wanted to put my costume on before I came outside." She then put her witch's hat on to complete her costume. While mother and daughter both dressed as witches, one little boy noticed although Ellen was clearly younger the younger of the two, she had snow-
Introducing MiraIntroducing Mira the Rus'More Like This
-The sun was beginning to set over the city of Kiev. The clouds began to roll towards the Asian steppes and the stars began to pierce through the night time sky. Snow covered the streets, the house tops, the stone walls, everything. Lamp lighters began making their rounds. The average Kievan citizens retired for the evening. Parents called out to their children who were busy playing in the snow. Night time was no place for a child. The night belonged to an entirely different cast of characters. Soldiers from the local barracks searched for a good time. Virile and rowdy teenage boys, who fancy themselves men, poured into the streets. Serb bandits scoured the streets looking for easy pray. Greek traders sold their goods. Old drunks and working girls began to crowd the bars. My oh my, this was no place for a child.
Charlie: RulesMore Like This
Charlie lay in her bed, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her gravid belly as she watched TV in her bedroom. She felt a twitch and her belly dropped flat like a rapidly deflating balloon. She frowned in slight disappointment and reached over for the stop-watch and digital audio recorder on her nightstand. After turning the TV off, she started the recorder and stopped the watch. "October 22, Friday. Bedroom. Time is 10:37pm. Belly's gone back to normal, start time was 4:03pm for time of..." She pursed her lips in concentration as she mentally calculated, "Six hours, thirty-four minutes." She lay her hand on the bare skin of her stomach, "As normal, no signs that anything ever happened, no stretchmarks, no swelling, nothing."
She rolled on to her side and grabbed a notebook from the nightstand with a series of start and stop times, adding in the latest entry. "Okay, with this one, average time is..." she scribbled some math out on the margin, "Average time is eight hours, fifteen minu
Charlie, the Origin StoryCHAPTER 1More Like This
It was a harsh day in the desert. The hot winds whipped the sand in to an obscuring fog around the small oasis. Outside the tent a horse whinnied its complaint as its master negotiated with the old man inside.
"Fifteen coin is plenty for this work," Tagecaf said standing over the older Udaga who was fiddling with a crudely sewn hood where he sat on the floor across the small table. "It's not much to look at."
Old Udaba lips cracked to a smile on his wrinkled face. "Ah, but don't let its appearance fool you." He turned the hood over, looking at the rough stitching fondly. "I'm not much of a tailor, that is true, but my true craft, that I know well..." He turned his eyes up to Tagecaf, "Besides, we had agreed on forty-five, you offend me with a mere third of that."
Tagecaf shook his his head and hissed derisively, stroking his beard.
Udaba laughed softly. "Unbelievable. I offer you for sale a magic that could let you steal whatever you most desire..." he shook the hood at Tagec
Charlie: InterimMore Like This
Charlie squirmed to the side. There was a pain right beneath the left side of her ribcage where something was poking. Someone. She stopped walking and grimaced for the third time, pressing her fingers against a distorted swell on the left side of her gravid middle. Rubbing the offending spot she balanced herself by holding on to a bike rack. "Ow, quit it."
She lifted the hem of her shirt over her swollen middle and looked at it critically. It was annoyingly lopsided. Everything had been going fine up until a few minutes ago when she happened upon someone to join the original guest she had snagged earlier that morning. The second one seemed to have 'landed' crooked or was very anti social and trying to get away from the original occupant as it seemed to be predominately laying on the left side of her belly making it distort asymmetrically. No prodding and poking would remedy the situation.
With a tsk she lowered her shirt back over her tummy and tried too smooth the imperfection for the
Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)More Like This
Charlie huffed blowing a strand of hair from her face and slouched with an elbow on the counter. The stool pinched her butt randomly where it was cracked when she shifted in a certain as yet undefined way. The kiosk was smelled heavily of pretzels which she initially found pleasant but now haunted her dreams. It was cramped with the appliances to produce and bake them, giving her barely enough room to squeeze around them under ideal conditions.
It was the end of week two of her summer internment at the ‘Pretzelmaniacal’ booth at the local mall. Week one consisted of her brief training and was the longest period of time she had seen her boss. On the second week she was turned loose to run the little food kiosk on her own, only seeing Elise at the end of the afternoon when the owner/manager took over. Charlie at first was pleased at trust she assumed she had been entrusted with but then quickly realized that the booth could be run by a trained monkey. Not even a particu
Improvised Weaponry: Bows - PART II (PVC Bows)= Part II: PVC Bows=More Like This
ForewordAnatomy of the BowEmergency PVC BowBasics of Archery Shooting
Enhanced PVC BowThe Art of Fletching
Over the millennia, the choice materials for a bow have span from wood, steel, fiberglass, and composite plastics. Their function are the same, to store energy from an archer's muscles, and release it onto an arrow. A bow’s limbs must be made from materials that are both elastic and strong.
While simple, a good bow must be shaped properly and meticulous, so that its draw is smooth and balanced. Traditionally, a bowyer would select a long piece of wood, called a stave, that has a straight, parallel grain and is knot-free. By parallel, it means the grain runs straight from tip to tip, to ensure tension is applied to the wood in the right direction. Knots are mineral cysts that grow inside a tree, and are detriment to the uniformity and durabi