Friday Fiction: Fox Report

Not to imply any association with the news corp; good, bad or otherwise.  Just the title of this weeks installment. 


Seeing that it is the #7 one, I maybe should have made some James Bond reference/pun, but I did not.  I only bring that up because the title it has seems lame, but as I mentioned before, they got their title based on how I think about the contents of the section/scene.

Chole has a better conversation with her mum than she did this morning and deconstruct some of her day.  And, she has a dream...

Part One:  → Fox at First Sight ←
Part Two:  → Foxy Lady ←
Part Three:  → Still a Fox ←
Part Four:  → Fellowship of the Fox ←
Part Five:  → Fox Free Period ←
Part Six:  → Fox, but not Forgotten ←
Part Seven:  → Fox Report ←
Part Eight:  → Fox in socks: Coming Soon ←

(Selecting the Trebuchet font makes me think of hurling the characters at the screen.)

Friday Fiction: Fox, but not Forgotten

We get to see a little into Chole's life outside of school as she finally gets home after a long day.

Let there be no mistake that I am really lame with titles.  Oddly, if nothing else, I have been naming these "chapters" based on how I think of them.

Part 5, for example, was because it is uncommon for freshmen to have seventh period free, it was unexpected for Fox to have been there to hear Chole practicing.  It was only by chance that Chole was free that hour to be practicing.  So the "pun" in that one was on "free" because she should have been "free" from Fox that hour, but instead, Fox was also free.  Not that I needed to explain the pun, but just that was how part 5 got its name. Fear not, friendly followers, we will find out why Fox was free for seventh period.  (Other than that she also has a zero hour - also uncommon for freshmen.)

And "part" is probably not the appropriate word for what these are.  I mean, they are more like "chapterettes" but that is not a word - (but that usually does not stop me.) [Oh, you will find it out there on there interwebs, but that does not mean that it is really a word.  Although, watch it really be a word after all. Still though, the fact of it being on the interwebz hardly makes it proper English, donchknow.]

Chapterette One:  → Fox at First Sight ←
Chapterette Two:  → Foxy Lady ←
Chapterette Three:  → Still a Fox ←
Chapterette Four:  → Fellowship of the Fox ←
Chapterette Five:  → Fox Free Period ←
Chapterette Six:  → Fox, but not Forgotten ←
Chapterette Seven:  → Fox Report ... Coming Soon ←

If this is the first one you are reading, by all means please stop and read the first one first, then proceed in order, if you would be so kind.

And if you like it/them, let me know.  If you do not, I would like to know as well.  If you are completely indifferent and do not feel it is worth your time to comment, that's okay, you can let me know that as well.

Friday Fiction: Fox Tale number 5

Here it is, #5.  This is one of those ones I have been really hoping to get to for a while.  When I first sat down to start Fox Tale, I went from start to the end of #5 in one go  because This is where I have been heading for an introduction to Chole.  It gets better, or rather, now we are getting to the start of things.

Part One:  → Fox at First Sight ←
Part Two:  → Foxy Lady ←
Part Three:  → Still a Fox ←
Part Four:  → Fellowship of the Fox ←
Part Five:  → Fox Free Period ←
Part Six: Fox, but not Forgotten  → Coming Soon ←

To be honest, I figure even if I just come here on Fridays to promote my latest upload to deviantART, at least I am coming here, and not just forgetting about this blog all together.

I still feel a little like I would rather just have one place for everything, you know, like I can "blog" on DA, or I can post my fiction here, etc, but really, these things do not belong in each other's spaces.  I do not feel like I ought to "blog" on DA, and I do not think that I really ought post my short stories on google.

Oh well.

Take Care-
Elqueue

Bad Dream, or Ghost of Winter Future?

First off, it is Friday and I posted the next "chapter" of the Fox Tale on DeviantArt:

If this is the firs one you are reading, by all means please stop and read the first one first, then proceed in order.

Part One: → Fox at First Sight ←
Part Two: → Foxy Lady ←
Part Three: → Still a Fox ←
And the new one:

Part Four: → Fellowship of the Fox ←

So I had this weird dream a few days ago.  In the dream, I had promised this /girl/ the year before that I would marry her.  Everyone was supporting me on this, but I had never met the girl before making the promise, or since.  The dream took place on the day of the wedding - mostly at the church where my TUX was being tailored.  Her friends made up the wedding party but a couple of them were friends of mine - sort of like distant cousins or something - as well.  I tried to convince everyone that this was a mistake because, well for one thing, I am a girl, and another was that we really did not even know each other.  Everyone was telling me that everything was taken care of and that I did not need to worry about anything.  I kind of had the impression that I was making some sort of sacrifice my doing this, but it was not obvious in the dream.  Her father was really, really, really rich, but I was not doing it for the money.  And I knew the girl, despite having grown up really rich, was not being spoiled or just used to getting her way with things, but rather it had this sense of this being the first thing she really wanted and was finally getting it. (I ought to mention that despite this being a wedding, there was nothing sexual about this at all.  There was not any plan to physically consummate the wedding or anything like that.)

One of the prevailing emotions of the dream was one of being out of control.  Imaging like being in a car accident, and in the emergency room at the hospital and lots of people were fussing over you and assuring you that everything was okay - truth or not - and that you did not need to worry about anything.  Actually, come to think of it, it was a lot like that... something (not car accident) I have been through enough for it to have played though in my dream.  And I always associate Hospitals with things for all people, rich and poor, but run by really rich people - kind of like the father of the bride in the dream.

Goodness, I think I just figured out the dream - I was just reliving a trip to the ER.  I mean, there was rush and fuss to get me there.  Once there, I was being "tailor" dressed.  It was probably a lady Dr that I was not familiar with - there was that time when... and there was that... yeah, I remember now - and the hospital was her "dad."  It really does fit in my head anyway.

Okay, well, Anyhoo;

Take Care

Elqueue

Another Friday, Another Fiction Post

Not much to say here.  I have a load of cooking to do, so I will get right to the point

A Fox Tale:
Part 3: Still a Fox

If you have not already, please start at the beginning:
Part 1: Fox at First Sight

Part Two: Foxy Lady

Not a real big surprise.  It is a Friday, and I did say, somewhere, that I was going to try to upload a new "chapterette" every Friday. Another breadcrumb along this story.

It is a sort of dramatic, coming-of-age thing, but I hope is has my familiar style about it keeping it fun.  Except for this one part later down the path.

Oh, well, here are the links:
Today's upload: Part Two: Foxy Lady

And the starting point: Part One: Fox at First Sight

It burns my cookies

Okay, well really, there are a number of things what really burn my cookies (Other than having the oven too hot or forget to start the timer.)

It makes me nuts when people put their flag up where it does not belong and move the scope of the real, root issue.

There was a story years ago where a woman was beaten, raped, stabbed, all repeatedly before being dumped and left for dead. The assailant was acquitted.
The woman had agreed to performing sex acts in exchange for drugs while at a night club, left with the guy, changed her mind on the way to his house (after using some of his drugs), and then he attacked her.

Okay, she was dressed "like a prostitute"
She promised to have sex with him
She used drugs, then did not "pay up"

All those things are bad, questionable, whatever.  People all over started raising issues for decency and anti-drug campaigns. Whatever.  What this boils down to is that nothing, nowhere, nohow excuses his behavior.

There is no instrument anywhere in humanity that says "Well, it is okay to do that because..."

Nothing.

So today I was sent this thing about "anti-bullying policies" that do not factor in LGBT.  Why should they?  Why should they have to itemize the things for which a person could be bullied.

Before there is a lot of yelling, let me explain.

A, "C beat me up."
B, "That is terrible, A.  Why did you do that, C?"
C, "Because I felt like it."
B, "C, I am appalled. There will be severe retribution."

Or:

A, "C beat me up."

B, "That is terrible, A.  Why did you do that, C?"

C, "Because A is gay."

B, "Oh, well, fine then."

The story was that there was a gay boy beaten in school, it was caught on camera video, no one helped, and the assailant was punished.  The argument is that it is a hate crime and the punishment was insufficient.  What we do not know is if the punishment is or is not consistent with other hate-crime punishments.

See what I mean?  There is no need to distinguish a person's characteristics when talking about protection from abuse.  Hate crime is hate crime and the story was presented with insufficient perspective.

If there was some sense of self defense like, "he was beating me up and I fought back" or "I felt threatened and I had no other recourse for protection," and I am sure, plenty of other reasons where it may be justified for one person to use physical force against another person, but it is never okay to do it because they have different beliefs, look different, or for their sexual orientation.

It is never okay to rape.  That is just.... no, never.

So, this.... junk-mail.... is not getting my support because I am not just jumping on a LGBT wagon and making a fuss.  I would not get on a race or religion wagon either under these conditions.

People, just get over yourselves, put down your banner, quit "occupying" and deal with the real issues.

It also irks me when the law gets in the way of justice.