Entry Nine

Dear reader(s) of this blog( if you exist)

I just wanted to give a little bit of an update on Spero since it's been so long. I have been thinking about the origins of some of the characters and Entry Four came to mind. I really don't much care for the way that I introduced Crash. So if there is anyone out there reading this, disregard that entry. Not in it's entirety because there is still some important stuff there. I will probably re-post a revised version at some point. I am also (hopefully if I have time) going to do a post that exclusively explains the Rats and a little more of Them. I am still trying to work all this out in my head. Time has not permitted much of this. As always, I love comments. I know that with all the blogs out there that there is very little time to visit them all. My only request is that if you do find yourself here you will not simply be an innocent bystander. If I have any readers at all out there I want them to be an active part of my creative process. Not to beat a dead horse, but please comment!

-Sincerely,

The "busy failing classes" sometimes creative Writer

Entry Eight

Okay, just to see how this goes and if it's something want to pursue. A continuation of the last entry.

I'm not sure I understand whats going on. No restraints. He found me in the computer room. He opened the door. Looked right at me. Then turned around and left. What is this guy playing at? He captured me. Took me here. What does he want? I made my way back the the room I started in and found a glass of what looked like water and a couple of cubes of something I cant identify. I still haven't touched either. But it's only a matter of time before hunger and thirst drive me to consume whatever they are. I'd have already eaten them if I trusted him. Like I said earlier. I don't think that he wants me dead yet. He seems to think I know something and he wont kill me till he gets it.

So I have done a little exploring since he doesn't seem to care. Most of the doors are locked. I am definitely in the future or something like it. The only way to get in and out of a room is to walk through it. It feels like walking through Jello or something and then your on the other side. Some of the unlocked doors are transparent. Locked doors are just like regular doors. They don't budge.

I'm pretty sure I'm in the future. I know time travel is possible, just not achieved yet in the year I was taken from. One of my Extracurricular activities at the University is (was?) participating in a research group studying the physics of time and space. Sounds like a load of SciFi bunkum, I know. But I believe it's real. And now I'm experiencing it first hand. If I ever get back...

I don't know how far ahead I am. I don't know if any of my descendants are still alive, let alone the family I know and love.

It's all a bit surreal. I'm not sure I even believe that I am awake. I may not be. Maybe this is some weird government experiment and they are keeping me under to study the effects of extensive dreaming. Pretty stupid experiment if you ask me. I wonder if my mystery captor can read all of this.

I wonder if this computer has something resembling internet

Entry Seven

This was something that I did completely on accident on my regular blog. I figured that it deserved a place on my creative blog. Maybe I will make something out of it. Maybe not. Like I have time for another project. We'll wee...I mean see. Darn fingers not hitting the right letter keys.


I don't have a lot of time. I must make this brief. I am in the clutches of an evil technological genius that stole me and took me to the future. At least I think thats where I am. I pretty sure he has me mistaken for someone else because he keeps calling me Princess. Strange. And he keeps asking me where I hid my time melting device. Whatever that is.

I have tried to find a way out of this place, but it is huge and judging by what I saw out one of the windows it's located on an island. That probably explains why I have not been confined to a cage or prison cell. Thats why I found this old computer. I went through one of the only doors unlocked and discovered this room with all these Macs and Dells. They are all dusty and look like they have been here for years, except they are all way more advanced than anything I have ever seen. It took me forever to figure this one out. I'm not even typing! I just put my hand on a metal plate and think the words and they appear.

I'm a little scared, but I don't have time to panic. I need to figure out what this guy wants, who he thinks I am and how I can convince him that I can't help him on either of these aspects.

I want to let my family know, if they are still alive, that I am okay and safe for the time being. I don't think this guy wants me dead and thats all I got going for me...