Those Rebellious Types: A Synopsis

Be honest with me. Would you read this, if you have seen this on the back of a book? It’s just an idea, one of many, I have buzzing in my head right now.


Those Rebellious Types

Hi. My name is Sparrowhawk. And I am leading a rebellion against a corrupt government bent on killing us all. Wow, when you say it like that, it sounds pretty cool, if a bit cliche. I mean, I’m pretty sure there are a ton of books and movies about this. But my tale has a major glaring problem. I deal with idiots.

Not just the quote un-quote bad guys. That is to be expected. Though I really do think my foes had been hit with the old idiot stick a bit more than the normal run. I mean who doesn’t notice a hole on top of your top secret elevator for heaven’s sake! And don’t even get me started about their top-secret prison ward. you know, the one that is child’s play to get out of. Or the guards. I mean, wow! Just wow! Not that I have anything against them. We hang out, play cards. That kind of thing. But nobody would lie and say they are powerful in the whole gray matter area. But at least the guards are kind and dumb. And kind of funny. That’s why we hang out when they are not on duty after all.

Their bosses, however, they are a whole another brand of idiot. I just have to shake my head at them. How are they still employed? Unless the others are even stupider than the ones I see daily? Oh man, I never even thought of that. Am I the only smart person left in the world? Or is that the warning that this is all some elaborate fever dream that I am dying from. I mean I know what they say about crazy people. They are the ones who think they are sane and everyone else is crazy. What if I’m sublimely stupid, but think it’s everyone else? You know what? I’m not going down that particular rabbit hole. There lies madness.

Because I’ll be honest here. My side is not much better. We got a couple of people who are pretty clever and everything else you want in a rebellion. Well, one is also a phycho. But nobody is perfect. And my assistant who seems as close to perfect as anyone could reasonably ask for. But some of the others…wow. They think the traps we face are real humdingers, let me tell you. I bet their hobbies involve stirring oatmeal. I’m not even kidding you here.

So basically, I am the leader of a rebellion against the village idiots who somehow got government jobs, with mean streaks way higher than their ability to plan out any kind of threat. While I pretty much babysit man-children. And to the ones who are good, capable people who routinely pull my hinny out of the fire, I am so very sorry for all you guys have to go through. I promise, vacations for you guys, just as soon as it is legal to actually take one. I am marking those days, people!! I swear. It’s one of those little tasks that help me keep san amid the madness.

I need a drink.


A peek at a Fanfiction Project

I’m working on yet another project. This one involving the rebooted Duck Tales! the many emotional states of….fill in the blank 🙂 Enjoy


Dead Uncle Scrooge

ACK! What do ye want to see me dead for, you accursed, morbid vultures! Now stop wasting me time and go out! Get lost! Do something productive with yer time fer once, you great pack o deadbeats!


What? I didn’t say this was a long sample…



Eye-portal of soul
mirror of heart
window into hidden working
within hidden mind

Eye-reflector if life
sparker of conflict
holder of secrets
unwillingly shared

Eye-broken yet whole
a universe minuscule
a fire barely checked
one spark from raging
a comforting glow
a raging wrath
only the owner can say



I sing the song

I sing the song of God
With Every moment, I live
Each and every thought I have
Is a thought to him, I give

I sing the song of God
To him, I give sweet praise
To him do I lift my voice
To him my hands I raise

I am the song of God
To him, I lift my hands
I live a song of praise to him
Joining an increasing band



A Pony Kind of Christmas, Among Other Stuff…:P


I do not own this. It is from the CD created by Hasbro. And provided on youtube by Sony Music Entertainment.

You know that I am a recent MLP FIM fan. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. But I did not really expect to like this when I found out about it. Children shows, even the really good ones, don’t have the best track record for these kinds of things. But I should never have doubted. I loved them all. I hope you will enjoy this one as much as I do, and will look forward to more.
And for those that are not MLP fans. Eh, humor me. It’s Christmas after all.


Here’s something for the ones out there who like learning about things, like me! Here you will find a bunch of videos, and an article all about the history of Christmas. Your welcome. ^_^



Lastly, a shameless plug. I know, shameless. But last year I did something wonderful! I actually finished a fanfiction!!! Actually, I finished a couple, I think. Actually, I forgot how many I actually completed. BUT! I finished my Ninja Turtles Christmas Shorts! So Here you are, for those of you that enjoy Turtle Power, or just a goof’s attempt at writing Christmas scenes around the lives of fictional adolescent terripins lives, enjoy! I might also post a story individually each day. Because, yeah. I’m really pretty shameless. ^_^


A Morning Routine

Hello again. This was another flash fiction attempt from This one actually won the contest for that day! I forgot if it was because of a really low turnout, or if it was good enough. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this flash fiction from 2010!


The bird balanced delicately on the barb wire fence, his clawed feet holding him in place as delicately as a lover’s embrace. He sang as if his heart would burst, regardless of snow or cold or even his own drab brown color. A mouse had been by sometime in the night. Its tiny footprints were imprinted in the snow near the fence. Brian only hoped there were no owls floating about that night.

He looked around again, and sighed. Then he made his way to the barn, slowly and painfully. He used to care for such things. But now…now it seemed silly. Besides, he had something to do other than stare at mouse tracks. He made his way to the back of the barn, and looked around as though he lost something. Then, with a grunt, he bent down, and placed the flowers on the small mount in the snow. A small stone rested there. It read “Rose Edgewood, 1910-2008”.

“It ain’t apple, but ya know they ain’t n bloom yet, Rosy.” He grumbled, straightening up again and shoving his hands in his pockets. “But I guessed what with the season and all, that holly’ll make you happy nough. Christmas was right nice, with the kids coming in and all. Mary is specting in the spring. And John’s thinking of coming back to help with things.”

He spend ten more minutes talking to his wife. Then he went to do the chores, with a lighter step and a hopeful look in his eye. His morning ritual was over, and his day went on. Mouse tracks and bird’s songs did have a place in his day again.

Preview of Novel, Working Title “The Misadventures of Ratty and Friends.”

“Cathy…if you’re wasting my time right now…” Mary warned, as she bashfully gazed at Jason’s and back at her friend’s expectant face.

“Relax will you!” Cathy retorted, none of the excitement dimming from her face or eyes at Mary’s obvious skepticism. “She’s a new neighbor. I really like her, And I know you will too!”

She laughed, and added, pulling Mary into the ice cream parlor. “Come on! You know how picky I am! If I say she’s great, then you’ll think she’s awesome.”
“Do you really think I have so little critical judgment?”

“Oh, stop. You’re seriously overthinking this.”

“Fine, whatever.”

“Whatever yourself. One day, I am going to strike that word from your vocab. I am, like, so serious. As serious as the grave even.”

Mary opened her mouth to retort that like was as bad if not worse than whatever when she saw they were nearly where the two friends were. Charlotte was standing across from a stranger. And she was talking with her. Easily. Mary felt a shiver start at the top of her head and travel down her spine to the heels of her feet. But before she could work herself into a real panic, Cathy had pulled them over and announced with a flourish.

“Here I am, now we can party.”

“Whoo, party!!” The stranger giggled, her sparkling blue eyes turning toward us. There was an air of joy about them that already had many warm up toward her. A little anyway.

Cathy’s eyes widened, and Mary groaned. She forgot that Cathy and Charlotte hadn’t met yet. Cathy’s eyes flashed, as she took in Charlotte at a glance. “Who’s the big kid?”

“Cathy, meet Charlotte. Charlotte, this is Cathy.” Mary said in her slow, shy way. “Charlotte this is the girl I told you about that is the star of the team.”

Charlotte smiled a tiny smile and nodded, as she couldn’t shake hands with a potted plant to carry. My praise must have warmed Cathy, and she grinned back infectiously. “Well, I guess it’s fair, since I got a good’un for you to meet, and this is a good’un for me to meet? What’s the plant for? How did an older kid like you become friends with this little kid? Ah well, you can answer later.” Waving off Charlotte, who had opened her mouth as though about to answer. “Come on, I got a great table, and don’t want to lose it!”

The three followed her to the table, a nice corner booth. Charlotte flashed Cathy a quick warm smile. “Wow, you have a real knack for finding good tables.” She praised, as she shifted the large plant from one hip to the other.
“It’s a gift.” Cathy shrugged without a shred modesty.

“Um, right.” Charlotte’s smile faltered a shade. Pleading a moment, she walked herself and her plant to the owner of the shop and began conversing.

Susan sat down and twirled her hair as she looked around. “Nice place. Not as crazy-ville as where I came from. I kinda like it.”

“Where are you from?” Cathy asked the blunt way of her question shown Mary, who was pulling another chair over so everyone could sit comfortably apart or snuggly together as they preferred, that this must have been something Cathy been wanting to ask for a while now.

“This small town near LA.” Susan shrugged, nonchalantly.

“You came from LA?” Cathy gasped. “That must have been something!”
“Yeah, I guess so.”

A silence stretched over the table. Susan was busy looking around her. Cathy grabbed a menu and was perusing it. Mary shook her head at Cathy. “Why are you bothering to look at that. You know what you’re going to get already.”

“Yeah, yeah. I just want to see if there is anything new.”
“And?” Both Susan and Mary chimed in. Then they glanced at each other and laughed. Cathy laughed too, shrugged and said. “Yeah, knickerbocker glory. Again.”
“Do you really get that all the time?” Susan asked. She didn’t seem rude to Mary. She simply oozed warmth and interest in whoever she happened to talk to, so far that Mary seemed to notice.

“Yes. I grew up eating them.”

“Oh. Where did you grow up?” Susan asked as she leaned forward, resting her tiny pointed chin on both balled fists.
“Surrey, England.”

“Oh, smashing!” Susan giggled, putting a goofy face on. “Simply smashing. Care for a spot of tea, what?”

Mary hid behind her book, fearing the worst. Cathy’s temper was rather remarkable, as the whole softball team they were on found out by day two of practice. But Cathy surprised her, instead of exploding, she just rolled her eyes and said shortly. “Eh, shut it already. Your accent stinks anyway.”

“I guess I’ll have to work on it, what?”

“Whatever floats your boat, I guess.”
“Peachy keen!”

Both Mary and Cathy turned to stare at Susan. Susan just shrugged, grinned, and picked up her menu.

“Whew, glad that’s over,” Charlotte said, as she settled in the seat Susan brought over earlier. “That pot was heavy.”

“What was it for?” Mary asked, softly, understanding flashing in her hazel eyes.

“You know Mom. A person is hopelessly deprived if there are no plants in their home. So she asked me to bring it down to Mr. Rizoto.”
“Did you grow it? It looked familiar.”

“Of course. It’s one of my most favorite Ferns. Came out pretty nicely, if I say so myself.”

“If you feel you can say that, it must have been a prize-winner,” Mary said warmly, reaching out to pat her taller friend’s shoulder. “Your green thumb is legendary.”

Charlotte gave a short laugh and thanked her friend for the praise with a grateful smile.
“You garden?” Cathy asked, staring hard at Charlotte. “Why?”

A Drabble of a fanfiction

I am currently working on a hundred theme challenge on I thought I would share one of them here with you today. It is based on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, one of my personal favorite fandoms. I have a fair few. But this will work for the first go. I got a number of other fictions either done or in the works. so far, they are either about the Turtles, Gargoyles, or Little Women.

I hope you like this peek into my fanfiction writing.

Breathe Again

Okay. One minute. I can feel the sweat running down my face as I worked at the contraption the enemy of the week set up to kill us. There was still a large tangle of wires and explosives in front of me. Fun.

Hmm, red wire. Check! Oh, good. No big boom. So far so good.

Next wire, let me think. why am I sweating anyway? I’m a turtle. Turtles don’t sweat. Black wire, check No boom. Keep going.

Fifty seconds. I wonder if I’m about to die? May I should just tell the others to make a run for it. Dang the sound-sensitive trigger! Um..there. Green wire, great. Still ticking, not so great. Five wires to go.

Forty seconds. Sewer apples! Um…I’m stuck here. Blue wire? Or green and blue? Which one is next! I really hope the guys don’t figure out I’m starting to guess now…blue! Come on, no time to hesitate, commit! Oh, thank you! Thank you, whatever God is out there! Okay, that makes the next wire easy. Green and blue. Wait a minute…twenty seconds! NO fair! No fair no fair!

Gah, just calm down. Wait, I don’t have time to calm down!Um…okay, focus then. Orange! Check. Whew. Three to go. Then I’m going to die either way. By boom or an aneurysm.

Okay, brown is next? Or is it the grey! Ahh! I can’t’ work with all this pressure! Ack! No time! Fifteen minutes! Errrrrr…..Grey….no, wait! Brown.

One more after the grey. Annnnd, Done! The bomb is completely defused. Nobody died in a massive explosion of flying limbs and innards today. I…I think I can breathe again. And I had better before I faint from stress and lack of oxygen. when did I start holding my breath anyway? And a whole seven seconds to spare. Maybe I might faint anyway. Or that Aneurysm is going to hit about now.

I smiled weakly, and announce, “Okay, and done.”

The smile turned wry when I heard Leo say confidently. “See? I told you Donnie had everything under control.”