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Journal ent…

3 Aug

It was a trap.

Wealthy benefi…

works 4 them.

I’m wounded.

No time.

Send hel…

Hurry.

 

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Journal Entry 4: Official Prognosis

2 Aug

I escaped and woo-wee, heavens help me it was a rush. I’ve never felt as alive as I did last night, my gun sounding loudly into the night as the beautiful thudding sounds of bodies hitting the ground greeted my ears. The minions of darkness, or hell monsters as I call them, had charged forward while I tried to escape last evening. I fought valiantly but I had feared that my time was up. But that was when he appeared, a wealthy beneficiary from my blog. He knew the blight I had discovered and came driving in guns ablazing, friends hooting and hollering out of the back of his truck. They chased the monsters away with their high beams while pulling me up by my armpits into the bed. I have never felt more alive.

I write now from one of his spare rooms, with all of the assurances that him and his compadres will keep me safe. After their showing from last night, I have no reason to believe they will not uphold that promise. So now, as requested by my wealthy beneficiary, I have done extensive research this following evening into the threats to our existence. I was more than happy to oblige as well to his request for me to share my findings with you as well. Listed below is where I believe each of these 11 ancient abominations last attacked our beautiful planet.

I believe one of them was in control of Russia seizing Crimea.

Another had been in charge of the war in Syria. Rumors say that it is ending, and if that’s the case, it would uphold my theory that they’ve moved into the Russian or United States military.

The third I was wrong about. I no longer believe they are located in Flint, Michigan, but rather Yemen.

I believe the fourth I was wrong about as well, and he currently resides at the heart of this movement.

As for the others, well lets be clear, they have a strong foothold in our society. Pride, Greed, Anger, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, and Lust are all at the forefront of this battle for mankind. Just look at the history of the world. These seven horrible creatures have always ran with their 4 leaders, it is only now that we have begun to see their attack out in the light of day. Woe is me, one of the few that can see the atrocities they are responsible for in day to day life.

However, this will come to an end. I have a mission, and a powerful one sent from the very top. I will reveal the names of those I believe are lying about being human, because as I see it, sins and horsemen cannot be human. Not after they hefted their evil frames from the meteor that destroyed the dinosaurs. Not when they have brought so much pain and suffering to our world.

I must end this post now, just thinking of these hideous creatures has led to my blood pressure rising and my old bones can no longer handle that like they used to. Hopefully my wealthy beneficiary will appreciate this post and let me stay for one more evening. He claims to sleep during the day and be awake through the night. Perhaps I shall take up that schedule as well, if only for my own safety.

Expect to hear from me tomorrow. I have a lot to share and I plan on needing you to help me.

Goodnight and sweet dreams.

Journal Entry 3: Who Am I?

1 Aug

I apologize for the delay of this post. I’m being hunted on this dreary night.

I have shed the damned laptop and am now beginning to create these posts on a smartphone. I am still shut off from the outside world, constantly on the run from the powers that work to strike me down. I can feel them, lurking over my shoulder, watching from the shadows. They run through every piece of data I touch, it feels as if they’re trying to read my very fingertips as I write. Maybe they can, maybe that technology has been embedded in our smartphones. I’m now wary of this piece of junk in my hands just thinking about it.

People keep asking who I am in the comments of these posts. Why is that of importance? Is there a reason to care for a loss soul like myself? I don’t believe there is. But who am I to judge them for caring or determining my own self worth? I’m just a man, no, much more than a man, trying to stop the evil forces at work. The 11 are still out there. The 11 must be stopped.

But the question remains: who am I? Should I share? I am on the run now and I’m sure these haunted figures know who I am, so maybe my loyal followers should as well. I could become a martyr if they catch me that way. I could be a man worthy of creating a crusade. I could die a legend. So be it, you ask, and so you shall receive.

I am a teacher. I am an educator. I am a writer. I’m an academic and a dreamer. I am a peace bringer and the end bringer. I am lost. I will never be found. I am a man, yet not a man. I am an unstoppable force. I am a sharpened weapon against the terrors. I am many things. I have been reduced to nothing. I am Joel.

There, I’ve exposed myself to them and the world. Now I must run again, This dampened road, slick from the rain, has the sounds of pitter patters echoing over my shoulder. I wish that it was just the sound of water slapping against the black top. I know it is not. I wish it was the sound of an animal scurrying across the road and up a tree, yet I know it is not. The lights behind me fade to black, which means I may have been found. Hopefully the weapon I’ve holstered can provide me the safety I need. I must run. I have no choice. If there is no post tomorrow then you must fear the worst for me.

Let’s hope I post tomorrow.

A message is hidden down below. But for you. Only you.

They are the horsemen. Their minions, the deadliest of our sins. They shall not win. They shall not prevail.

Journal Entry 2: Where Are They?

31 Jul

I hope you read this knowing that for the time being, my life is safe. I’ve moved locations since my last post and despite feeling like Frodo hiding from Sauron with the ring, I believe I have time to push out more information. At least, I hope.

I’ve had to resort to stealing and living in a world cut off from society. I have an old flip phone in case of emergencies, and oh how it drives me mad not to be able to have social media downloaded to it in these lonely times. The building I’m in is condemned and as I lie here on this old, forgotten mattress, the wafting smell of piss keeps penetrating my nostrils and making it hard to write. Already it has begun to get dark and I worry this old wood will go up in flame from the candle light I’m working under. Normally I would work with just the glow of my computer screen, but I can’t risk it showing my location and letting the business nearby know I’m using their wifi.

Enough about my struggles though, I must get back to talking about these creatures, and fast. I know I can no longer do anything about them, but maybe, just maybe, you can. I have found out they are all still alive today, but not all of them are working together. There are factions amongst their ranks. By my count, there are four factions in all.

The first faction I believe operates somewhere within the banking system. From what I can tell they run on a global scale. The head of this faction operates somewhere over seas, maybe in Swedish accounts. As of late he’s brought in two cronies from the beginning. The first is his right hand woman. She generally is found in yellow, flowery clothes, but don’t let that fool you. She’s a shark for money in any way she can get her hands on it and will bleed the middle class dry to help her boss and the top one percent succeed. The other follower is a woman that dresses in violet. She works as a middle man between millionaires and billionaires to the banks. When speaking to her, you can tell she thinks highly of herself and of the status in society that was thrust upon her.

The next faction resides somewhere in either the U.S. or Russian military, but I haven’t been able to place it as of yet. So far all I know is the leader of this faction is a general and a ruthless one at that. He will stop at nothing to win any battle that he may be thrust in to, and at any cost. Just like the other faction, this leader has a right hand man. From what I gathered this will be a young man with an obsession of the color red. I haven’t been able to gather much, other than the fact he is short in stature and has a short temper to match it. He will often be found with a comrade decked head to toe in green clothing. This man will watch how the short tempered one and the general interact with each other and have nothing but contempt in his eye. This faction, in my opinion, is the most dangerous. They will be quick to lash out and destroy anything in their path.

The next group I found, however, seems to be the weakest. It would be of no surprise to me if they ended up going their separate ways or joining with one of the stronger factions later on. This group doesn’t so much have a leader and follower system like the others. No I believe they are lovers, a sort of yin and yang to one another as they bring their chaos across the United States. One of them loves to work with the poor and downtrodden and was last seen in Flint, Michigan wearing all black, looking almost like he wanted to imitate Johnny Cash. Meanwhile, his wife was hard at work in Hollywood overseeing all sorts of experiments on video and film. She works tirelessly to ensure that people are always seated and consuming the media that is produced from there.

The final faction is the one that I have the least amount of information on. The leader of the group seems almost non-existent save for when major catastrophes pop up in the world. Many say that he is a plague on any civilization he touches but there just isn’t enough information to pin where he’s at in today’s world. From what I can tell though, he does have two henchmen. There is one that operates the food industry, helping to control how much the major nations eat versus the ones that don’t have a seat at the global table yet. The other works within the confines of the porn industry. It’s said that he helps to ensure they have open freedom in every nation porn is available and he fights for people to have access to it in nations that forbid it. I cannot fathom why this work is important.

That’s all of the information that I have for now. If I’m not found out and murdered in this building I will have more information tomorrow. My plan is to steal back to where my notes are on these terrible monsters and begin exposing their influence throughout history. Maybe then can we put names to faces. I will try my best to post again tomorrow at the same time and if a post does not appear, just know they have indeed caught up to me. Hopefully, I still have the edge.

Stay vigilant.

 

 

Finding Home

27 Jul

My clothes get covered in dirt as I sit at home looking out into the field. The lights were left on at my request, I wanted to make sure that I could paint the perfect image. The dirt continues to blow in little swirls as the wind from the oncoming storm begins to pick up and my beard darkens from dust that continues to catch in it.

The scoreboard, also still on from my request, is telling part of a story I wished to capture. It lets the fans know how their team took a beating to the tune of 18-5. It was hard to watch, even as a long time fan. This team had a rough season with little wins, and tonight’s loss was worse than the no hitter they endured the week before.

Behind me a bolt of lightning illuminates the sky as a crack of thunder makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. Still, I sit on home plate, looking out at the field. I can see him standing at second still, a goofy smile spread across his face. It was his first hit of the night and he had managed to turn it into a double. I was proud of him and I still am.

I closed my eyes as I sniffed the air and could smell the rain coming in. In my mind I could see myself standing where he was once. A simple boy in love with the game. I remember the last time I was his age and playing ball. I had hit the cycle and was given the game ball after delivering a trouncing much like the one that was delivered here tonight. My father had rushed out onto the field to give me a hug, despite protests from the umpire and the coaches.

Rain drops began to fall gently now and they darkened my grey jersey. I opened my eyes and grabbed at the wooden bat I had lying next to me, digging it into the ground as a way to haul myself back to my feet. I looked back out at the field again, this time watching as my boy ran the bases. I turned and stared at third as I pictured him turning the corner and running for home. I stepped off the plate and watched as the memory from tonight slid safely in for a run.

The rain began coming down harder now and so I lowered my hat and began walking back to my car. In my hand I held the notebook that I used to sketch out the field and jot my memories of tonight’s game down. I gave a wave to the men up in the box and they went to work shutting everything off. Ahead of me, the lights to my van kicked on and a loud honk issued out between the claps of thunder. I ran over, opened the door, and hopped into the passenger seat.

“What took you so long?” my son asked. “You and mom promised us ice-cream 20 minutes ago!” He was still in his uniform and tossing his ball up and down. I reached back and pulled his hat over his mouth, forcing him to put his hands up in protest while laughing.

“You know what took him so long,” my wife replied. “He was making sure YOUR game was covered accurately, weren’t you Dan?” she turned at me and smiled, looking down at my dripping wet clothes and the notebook I had fought to keep dry.

“Absolutely,” I replied. “How am I to properly document the next great baseball player if I’m not given the time of day?” my son laughed and gave my arm a slight punch before demanding that we get ice-cream once again. I looked at my wife and nodded, indicating I was ready to leave. She pulled out and as she did I gave one last look at the field and watched as the lights began powering down one by one. It felt like watching the end of a movie and as the storm began to rage over head, it was the perfect end to a long season.

The Ghost Writer

26 Jul

When I went to school to become a writer, I had no ambition to be a ghost writer. I wanted to be able to go out and create my own work. Something fun and exciting for people to love. Throughout my classes people talked about how ghost writing was a great way to build up a resume, and maybe it was, but it was still something I had no ambition to do.

And yet, here I am. I sit patiently in my office while my client, a Mr. Johnson, droned on and on. I should be taking notes on whatever part of his life he’s on, but instead I sit here and blog about it instead. I think I’m writing this because maybe it will be a way to reach out of my comfort zone, to not write what my office requires me to write.

“So then in ’92, that’s when things got really hot and heavy between me and my third wife,” Mr. Johnson says. Awesome, is all I can think. This man, like so many others that come to me to help write their autobiography, believe that it clearly needs a steamy sex story. Pro-tip, it doesn’t. Sex mainly sells in advertising, where your audience can SEE the sex.

I nod my head for the benefit of Mr. Johnson while I continue to clack, clack, clack, away on my keyboard writing this. I wished my bosses gave me a better office. Here, let me paint a picture for you:

The office is maybe 186 square feet, give or take. In a most basic sense, it is set up just like a therapist’s office. I personally believe this is done intentionally so that our customer’s feel inclined to share their feelings. Anyway. You open the door to my office, and it’s a worn down oak if anyone cares about such things, and the handle is pretty much broken. On the east wall is a couch that somehow still looks to be in mint condition. On the west wall is red chairs that match the couch. It’s where I’m suppose to sit. In between the couch and chair? You guessed it, a coffee table. On the north side of the room is a large window looking out into the city. In front of it is my glass desk. That’s where I actually sit.

“Are you even listening to me,” Mr. Johnson says with a moan. I look up from my laptop and give him a smiling nod. “Well if you are,” he continues, “what did I just talk about?”

I look back down at my computer and read the paragraph that I just wrote on the description of the room. I forgot to mention the ceiling and walls are an off-colored white and the carpeting is a worn down beige. I should also mention that the office is cold, always so damn cold. I blame Mr. Johnson in my head but for now I need to give him some kind of answer.

“You were talking about how you and your third wife were having intercourse,” I say. Mr. Johnson stares back at me, a lost look in his eye. I wait for him to tell me that I’m right. Instead, he reaches for the flask that was set on the table for him when he arrived.

“No,” he said. “Maybe I chose the wrong person to talk to. I was told you were the best in the business, but I guess that was just old news.” I watch as he inches closer to the flask and I try to decide on if I want to stop him.

“Look Mr. Johnson,” I begin, “I’m sorry, today is just an off day for me.” I feel this is a harmless excuse everyone buys, and sure enough, Mr. Johnson does. “I have my notes right here. How about you just tell me what you said after sex with your wife and we’ll move on from there.” Mr. Johnson stares at me again with lifeless eyes before giving his response.

“No, I think I’m done with today and with working with you,” he says. “If you can’t bother to listen to how my wife murdered me that evening, why should I bother confiding anything else in you?” Mr. Johnson had a great point so I did the only thing I could, I shrugged. “That’s what I thought.”

With that, Mr. Johnson flew up into the air and I watched as his flask stood on end and he dived headfirst into it. This was the only part of the job that always amazed me. It never got old watching the ghosts re-attach themselves to the item their soul couldn’t break free from. They always did it with such pizazz, almost as if they were trying to show you why you should care about what they had to say and to question the importance of the item. I sighed with relief as the room warmed up. In a minute, a custodian would be in to collect Mr. Johnson and store him with the rest of the ghosts.

As I sit here and wait, I struggle to come up with anything more to write. It’s horrible, because I know I have more to say, more to create. Sadly though, all I can think of is Mr. Johnson and the stories him and his ghost pals have. Maybe I’ll wait to leave this job after all. The bosses won’t mind if I haunt this office until a better job comes along.

News, News, News

25 Jul

Hello everybody!

So I apologize now, but this post does not have any new creative work in it today. As much as I’ve enjoyed writing for everyone, I felt there were several things that needed to be shared and it was a bit much to try and share it all as a single post on any social media platform. With that being said, lets get into it.

So first things first, if you still haven’t checked out my book on Kindle yet, you can purchase it here. If you have purchased it, whether you loved or hated it, please leave a review on Amazon’s page for me. The more people that review it, the higher the chances Amazon will advertise it frequently.  I also understand there is a minor grammatical error in the dedication and a formatting issue in the first story. Do not worry, as soon as the paperback is released, I will be making the appropriate changes to the ebook.

With that being said, in regards to the book, I will hopefully have the paperback ready by the end of the week, if not the beginning of the next. With this being my first book and adventure into publishing, I had decided to try and forego hiring anyone to do the formatting. Although it has gone great so far, Amazon is quite tricky with their requirements but hopefully we can meet all of them soon so that everyone can have a physical copy in their hands.

Once my book is ready on both of these platforms I plan on looking into getting my book set for audiobook as well. It is a platform I feel is important to use not just so people have an easier time reading my book, but so that it is available to anyone that may not be capable of physically reading it as well.

Finally, in book related news, I am happy to report that I have begun outlining a follow up to this collection of short stories. While A Monstrous Tomorrow is a collection of short stories, this next book will be a complete novel. As of right now the only details I can confidently share is that the book will take place in the fictional town of Galena Park and will follow the character at the end of A Monstrous Tomorrow.

In blog related news, after a nice discount supplied by WordPress, I was able to get the rights to my blog. If you wish to search for it without using Facebook or Twitter, simply type in tynoelonline.com where you can now find all of my posts. I also have an author page as well on Amazon that you can visit and follow here.

Finally, here is what to expect from my blog as I continue forward. The next two weeks will hopefully be filled with nothing but creative works. While the rest of this week will be random pieces, next week will have four flash pieces that will interconnect in a fun way and will be something that needs to be tuned in to each day. After next week I will be releasing my Patreon page for readers. On this page readers will have a chance to donate money and make requests on what they’d like me to write. A story about dragons? Sure! How about a romp into a romantic story? Done! Maybe you just want to see how my process works? You got it. By doing this, I hope that we can help each other out. On the one hand, it will help supply me with a bit of income from my writing, and in return, you can have a personalized story written.

Thats all I have for now! Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more!

The Curious Case of Helen Smith: Synopsis and Influences

22 Jul

Synopsis:

Helen Smith is an average professor at a mundane university in the town of Despain, Illinois. She teaches theology and has a love with comparing the various religions in the world. Her story begins in this series with her lover, Reggie, heading over seas to work for a year as a guest lecturer at Cambridge. It is with this in mind that Helen decides to take a year sabbatical as well, working towards writing a new book that extensively covers all the world’s religions and how they are nearly all the same in their teachings.

While embarking on this journey, Helen discovers a new and looming entity. A reference to a God that she has never heard of before. As she begins to study this new God in fervor, a dark and mysterious entity begins to reach out to her. As she continues to study, she not only begins to lose herself in her work, but also her grip on reality. The question will quickly be asked “what is real?” and “what can be trusted?”

Influences

With this series being one of the first on the docket to write and produce, I thought that I may share just a few little things that I’m using for inspiration. My hope is that while the series is being made, there will be a small collection of authors or series to check out to get you excited.

So from the writing side of things, one of the biggest influences for this series comes from H.P. Lovecraft. Lovecraft’s works have always been a favorite of mine, specifically the idea of Elder Gods and monsters from other planes. He always worked well with bending the distinctions between dreams and reality and that is something that I hope this series will do as well. A lot of Lovecraftian elements will be at play, so if you’re not familiar with the work, I would recommend checking out a couple of his shorter pieces like The Case of Charles Dexter Wardwhich coincidentally is where I got the inspiration for the title of this series.

The next author I would also recommend and is another personal favorite of mine is Edgar Allan Poe. His short stories use sound and broken up writing to build suspense and anxiety, and the dialogue and sound in this series will be done in a similar fashion. To get an idea of how sound would be used, I’d recommend  A Quiet Place, since the sound in that movie did a lot of the same things that I will be striving for, which is having sound with a purpose. Out of Poe’s work, I’d recommend The Pit and the Pendulumwhich does an excellent job at quickly building suspense.

Finally, overall I would recommend any kind of horror movie that relies more on a creeping unknown entity over your casual jump scare. In a way, this series will be paying homage to some of my favorite writers. Reading their work will help you see their influence in modern horror shows and movies like the ones I described. In the end, this is simply a guide for those that are impatient and want something to continue to wet their beaks until the official release of The Curious Case of Helen Smith.

 

How to be Inspired

16 Jul

So to start this post off, let me go ahead and give a bit of a disclaimer here: the title of this piece is not giving you a guarantee on how to be inspired. No, the reason this piece earned that title is because lately I’ve been thinking about inspiration and what it means to be inspired, along with how to get that feeling harnessed for yourself.

So let’s say you’re a bit like myself. You want to feel inspired and do great things in the world. I’m a firm believer that everyone on this planet is good at something and that they’re just looking for ways to show off what it is that makes them great. However, if you’re like me, then it’s nerve-racking to actually put what you’re talented at out there. I can’t tell you how many attempts it took to convince myself to sit down and actually start this blog.

So, as you sit here and read this, the thought may cross your mind to question what made me do it. Well, it was a mix of things. Sadly, it was not reading an inspirational article or seeing an inspirational text post on social media. While I find most of those to be nice and serve a wonderful purpose of putting out positive vibes, it wasn’t something that worked for me. Instead, what worked for me was simply family and friends.

Now when I say it was family and friends, it wasn’t them just telling me to go start a blog or put myself out there as a writer. When I decided to launch this page, it was nothing more than a private idea that I had and only shared with Kylee. As expected, she was more than supportive which helped get me started. However, what was a guiding force to get myself going was seeing others hard at work doing what they were passionate about. There were people I would see posting daily about the effort they were putting in every day to get what they wanted. I would see friends I graduated with posting about an upcoming book they had coming out or how they were in the process of writing a book. I would see others sharing their photography or regularly trying to find new people to photograph. I would see friends working on new music and posting projects they were working on. Seeing all of that, all the hard work and dedication, pushed and motivated me to do the same. That’s how this blog started.

Now that the blog has started, I find inspiration through the encouraging words and messages from my family and friends. At first I found myself questioning whether or not writing daily in a blog was worth it. I thought that it may be better to just follow the status quo of becoming a professional writer by continuously writing new pieces and sending them to magazines and publishing houses, hoping for my voice to be heard and that my work would be seen. But I found over these last few weeks that by self publishing on a blog and working with a great cinematographer, I’m inspired to write daily and constantly create new content.

It also helps to have a great support network. Since I’ve started writing and releasing content on a regular basis, people have been a constant positive influence on my work. I’ve found that receiving text messages and phone calls, messages on Facebook and shares over social media, and just general messages of encouragement to be an inspiring force that allows for me to sit down everyday and write. It’s where I believe inspiration truly comes from. It’s easy to sit down and share a video, picture, or text post saying to get out there and do what you love. However, I believe that if you want to be truly inspired, to get after what you love doing, all you need to do is just start in working on your passion and lean on your family and friends to give you the support you need.

Trust me, I know that may not be the answer you were looking for going into this post but I think that it’s the lesson that needs to be taught when it comes to this subject. There isn’t any major secret to be learned or anything like that. At the end of the day, you just need to get out there and work on doing what you love and as you do, your support network will help you with the rest. So good luck and if you ever need a kick in the ass to get yourself going, feel free to reach out to me. I’m willing to do for you what others have done for me.

Thank You.

13 Jul

So it took me awhile to figure out how I wanted to say thank you. I debated on trying to do a creative piece that expressed how I felt, but I felt that no matter what I created it wouldn’t express what I was feeling. I thought maybe writing a heartfelt status on Facebook would show my gratitude, but that still didn’t feel like enough. So I decided instead to settle in on what makes the most sense, a simple blog post sharing my gratitude.

It honestly blows me away with how quickly my page has taken off. I launched less than a month ago and as I sit here writing I’ve seen that already the page has right around 140 followers, which to me is still just baffling. It gives me the inspiration to sit down and write everyday because I know that I’m no longer just screaming into the void, but that I actually have an audience that is reading and caring. So again, thank you.

I could sit here and gush all day about how much I love all of you that have made sure to help promote my current endeavor. For any of you that know me personally, you know my dream is to be a full time creative writer. I want nothing more than to write and create for everyone and I hope as I continue this blog you will want to share the content I create because it has either entertained you, informed you, or touched you in some way.

Now a look into the future or a few things to look forward to. As of right now I have a total of eight blog posts, nine after today, and the way things are looking, at least 4 of them will be about me. I plan on having that change a bit. From what I can tell, my creative pieces have done extremely well, so within the next few weeks expect more of those. In addition, I will also be working towards having what I call more “think” pieces. These will be things that have caught my attention in the news or pop culture during the week that I’ll research and give my own opinion on. An example would be my blog on The Millennial Concept.

All of this is still going to be fluid for a bit as I try to find my footing in both blogging and scripting. A lot of time at the moment is going into creating new works for my film group called Pantheon Productions. This will be a new platform I’m working into that has a lot more creative originals from myself and will be brought to you by a fantastic team.

Overall, I’ve begun building my life as a writer to be a fun and chaotic mess that I love. Each person that reaches out and gives me feedback, either positive or negative, gives me the kick in the ass I need to keep on working. So because of this, let me say one last time thank you. Oh, and of course, enjoy your weekend and expect a new post Monday.