Jimmy

I really like Rory’s Story Cubes.  I think they are great for getting ideas on paper, starting stories and more.

So below is a random story based on the following Rory’s Story Cubes.  Its not finished, I find it really easy to start stories, but not finish them.

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Rorys-2015-08-23-11-38-07Jimmy climbed the tree in the forest behind his house.

He had been in his friends and co-workers houses and yards over the years, but he liked his best.  Solely because a large forest existed just behind the edge of his house.

When he bought the house there had been a fence marking the edge of his property, but the first thing he did, before even setting up the living room or kitchen, was tearing down the fence blocking the forest.  He liked the view of nature unbound, and although his property didn’t extend into the woods, he considered it his woods.

This particular area of town was largely abandoned.  He had no neighbors to speak of, the houses on either side of his house had been abandoned long before he moved in.  His house had been a “fixer upper” in every sense of the word, and to a large degree he had fixed it up over the last two years.  He had replaced the lights, some wiring, torn down some walls, and shingled the roof.There was still flooring to be replaced, the basement in particular needed work, the walls showed that it had flooded years ago, but as a whole the house was livable.

What he liked about the forest, and this tree in particular was that it provided solitude he found no where else.  In his house he felt connected to everything.  Even when his phone, tv, computer, et. all were off, he still felt that connection.  Here in the woods, in this giant ancient tree, he was truly alone.

There was no cell service this far into the woods.  And no other humans had been out there in years as far as he could tell.  He felt like a burglar, a thief stealing this slice of isolation for himself.  But it was his space.  And despite being a grown man, he liked the idea of a place that was his.

When he first discovered this tree he decided it was enough of a landmark in the woods to make it a little supply center.  He put some plastic tubs out there with books, some water, snacks, flashlights and other odds and ends.  At first he worried other people may find his things, or that animals may get into it.  That worry slowly left him as he realized how isolated the woods really were.

Over the last two years he had slowly realized that no large animals came near the tree.  He occasionally saw all sorts of wildlife in the woods; squirrels, deer, birds of all kinds, and even foxes.  He knew further back in the woods was what he assumed was a bear den, but he had never seen any bears himself, just clues of their existence.  But around the tree, he saw not paw prints, no animals lived in the tree, birds seemed to avoid it, nothing to indicate that animals had ever been in the tree.

But it was more of what made the tree special.  What made it special and his.

Occasionally he had found things around the tree that concerned him.

A few months after he discovered the tree Jimmy came across a large mound of disturbed dirt – as if someone had just buried something.  He dug up the mound but found nothing buried there.  He eventually convinced himself it must have been an animal burying something, possible a bear, although he never had found any evidence of the bears coming close to the tree before, and did not find any paw prints, or footprints anywhere near the mound.

A year after finding the mound he found two strange objects.  A baseball, brand new with no scuff marks at all was next to the tree.  Again, he dismissed it as something an animal had found and carried into the woods – despite no telltale clues.

He liked reading while sitting up in the tree.  It was easy to climb, a lot of low strong branches.  So after putting the baseball in his tub he grabbed a book and started climbing the tree.  When he got a few feet into the tree he found a tentacle.  By the decay he guessed it had been there a few days and by the suckers he guessed it was octopus – but he wasn’t sure.

This was more confounding than the baseball in his mind.  But again, putting 2 and nothing together in his mind he assumed a bird had dropped it flying by.  The foliage was pretty thick here in the woods, but he had no doubt it had to have come from a bird flying above.

The time between these two events, the mound and finding the objects was so long, almost a full year, that Jimmy struggled to find any connection.  Between events he slowly became at ease again and assumed they were just fluke events.  That he was out in the woods isolated, away from anyone else.  And just like after the he found the mound, months passed without anything strange happening after finding the objects

Today, as he climbed the tree to find a branch to sit and read on, another one strange object was found. 10 feet up into the tree was present.  An honest to god birthday or Christmas present.  An orange box tied together with a powder blue ribbon.  The ribbon even came to a classic bow on the top.  It looked better than anything he had ever wrapped, and it looked like it had just been set in the tree that day.

The color was bright and vibrant, not faded like a present left in the woods for days.  Jimmy was confused and concerned.  He scanned the forest around the tree, but like both of the previous times strange things appeared nothing was disturbed.  There was nothing to indicate another human had been there. Nothing to indicate where the present came from at all.  But there it was, 10 feet high in the tree that Jimmy was certain only he had been in during the last two years.

He had conflicting emotions.  Part of him wanted to run.  Go back to his house, lock the doors and forget it ever happened.  Part of him wanted to call the police, swat, whatever you are supposed to do when you find a suspicious package.  And lastly part of him wanted to open this package, that it somehow was left there for him.  And man was he curious what was inside.

Curiosity of course won the day…..

 

 

Early Nights and random stories

I was in bed crazy early last night.  10:15pm I laid down.

That’s insane. But other than that I’ve got little to write about this morning.

So, another short, off the top of my head, Rory’s Story Cube inspired story.

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Jim – at least he called himself Jim, he wasn’t really sure who he was but knew he had an affinity for three letter names so he picked Jim – currently found himself falling out of a plane.  Or it could be a UFO.  Or a hot air plane.  Or a helicopter.

Here’s the thing about waking up to find yourself falling towards the ground at an exceedingly fast rate, you don’t worry about what you’re coming out of.  Jim just knew that he was falling.  He freaked out quite a bit, because honestly he had no choice, instinct and all.

“First time, eh.”

Jim looked over and saw another person falling right next to him.

“I’m Cindy.  Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”

Jim didn’t feel like conversation, but stopped screaming (he was screaming he realized, instinct and all) so he could talk to her.

“I’m just a little concerned about impending death,” he said in a surprisingly relaxed tone.

“Don’t worry, the aliens always let us go prepared.”

“Aliens?” Jim asked.

“Yeah.  Let me guess, you can remember who you are or how you got here.”

“Pretty much.  Although I woke up calling myself Jim.”  It was just then that he realized he couldn’t remember anything before waking up, and wasn’t really sure his name was Jim.

“Don’t worry.  You’ve got a parachute, like me. Just pull that tab there.”

And Jim saw that he did have a parachute on. And he pulled the tab and slowed, drifting far away from Cindy.

Jim was instantly at ease.  Sure he didn’t know who he was, what he was doing, or where he was falling to, but it was relaxing and pretty.  Trees everywhere.

He took the time to check his pockets.  He had a small book, a pack of matches, and a key.  He was really hoping for a wallet or some form of ID, but apparently the aliens, if it was aliens – he was pretty sure Cindy was nuts, the aliens had decided it wasn’t necessary.

He looked around as he drifted towards the ground wondering where he was.  He saw a small town in the distance and guessed that was where he should head when he lands.

Story Time #4

Thought I’d start a random story since I haven’t written anything in a while.  This is straight from Rory’s Story Cubes, although I wasn’t able to get a picture of that this time.

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01102011AJCOnce upon a time there was man named Jim.  He was a happy sort of fellow.  A little carefree, or at least that’s how people viewed him.  He smiled a lot, unfortunately for Jim his smile had that weird slightly skeptical look to it, making people question whether he was smiling or confused often.

But Jim didn’t know this, nor would he have cared either.  He was rather proud of his “It doesn’t matter what others think” mindset.  He liked to take adventures and chances and didn’t have a lot of stability in his life.  He had his friends of course, they stayed put, and put down roots, but Jim liked adventure.  Even if it was dull adventure.  He moved several times in his adult life.  Enough to learn the truth about himself.  Wherever he moved too ended up extremely similar to every other place.  He went out several times a week, whether just for coffee or for a drink, had a few places he loved to eat, and had one or two hobbies that got him outside often.

That was his life, that was his routine, and he was ok with it.  It wasn’t the big adventures in stories he had read.  He loved to think someday he’d have one of them, but he knew better.  He was the guy who everyone referred to as a wanderer (although he lived in each city for a year or more), and he was the guy who had “crazy adventures” but those were all details.  Day to day, year to year, his life was pretty predictable, and he was ok with it.

Jim lived in Arizona right now.  He didn’t have close friends or family here, but he had a large plot of land he rented, a small house (more of a shack) on it, and a lot of time.  He worked at the home improvement store in town a few miles away.  It paid well enough that he could live comfortably, but he was exactly ‘making bank.’

Jim passed his time away reading and hiking.  He liked that sort of thing.  He listened to horrible late night radio talk shows (Coast2Coast AM was his favorite) and spent a lot of time just staring at the stars next to a small camp fire in his backyard.  This fall’s experiment for Jim was a sweat tent.  He wanted to call it a lodge, but Jim wasn’t that great at building this sort of thing, and his enthusiasm exceeded his reach often.  It was more of a canvas TeePee with a hole in the top and a small wood stove with  stones on top to produce steamed heat.  One of his neighbors called it a crappy sauna, and Jim didn’t really think he was wrong.

Tonight Jim was relaxing in his “sweat tent” with George Noorey in the background talking about some sort of alien appearing somewhere.  Jim just like the openness of the show.  Anyone could talk about anything.  Aliens and conspiracies were his favorite shows.  He laid in his tent thinking how where he was living was where that stuff should happen, alien invasions and the such, but he knew it was all made up crap.

“Still fun… fun to think about” Jim thought.  Just then an arrow came shooting through his tent.

Confused, as anyone would be in this situation, Jim left his sweat tent to see what the hell was going on.  He had been in there for several hours so when he took his first step he immediately fell flat on his face. He called this wobbly feet.  It happened often.  Others usually said their feet were “asleep,” but Jim was certain his feet never slept.  He had whole cartoons and stories about how his feet went off and had adventures without the rest of his body.  Hence wobbly feet. And wobbly feet left Jim half in half out of the tent.

Thankfully his face was the half out of the tent, and when he finally was able to look up he saw a little gray man staring him.  An Alien.  An Alien with a Bow and Arrow. That had shot at him.

It would have been hilariously funny if not for the fact that wobbly feet left Jim face down in the dirt and he swore that as he was looking through the dust he saw the alien laughing at him.

As Jim started to get to his feet he saw the alien slowly ascend through the air.  Before Jim could reach him he was as high as Jim’s house and when the alien was at tree level it looked down and waved at Jim.

Jim scratched his chin in absolute confusion, and watched as the alien disappeared from sight.

“Messed up,” Jim said to himself.  “Guess it is time to stop using the sweat tent.”

Story Time 3

A cane is generally nothing special.

Its indicative of intelligence, obstinate, or being something unique.  That’s what movies and tv told him.  But really, in the eyes of an 8 year old it was nothing special.

Jack, he had a cane.  He stole from a store.  He was pretty good with his hands, especially for an 8 year old, so stealing a cane, not a problem.

Now that he had it though, he didn’t know what to do with it.  He didn’t even know why he stole it.  Just that it was there, by the door, and he was on his way out.  Other kids left the mall with toys, games, and other childish things.  Jack though, he stole a cane and just kept walking until he was out of the store.

The mall was close to his hide out.  Jack built it in the woods near his house.  Just a lean-to made of sticks and some tarp he had found.  He kept a stereo there, some books, and some apples in a basket.  Now he kept his cane there too. If his parents looked closely out the back window they could see his lean-to, but everyone else would just see the woods.

Jack had an unusual amount of trust from his parents.  He often was allowed to stay out in his hiding spot late into the night.  He would lay there, with the tape deck listening to tv shows he had recorded until he heard his parents scream for him from the back porch.

If he closed his eyes and listened he could picture the shows in his head.  Not what was on the tv, but how he thought they should look like.

Tonight however, he listened to the woods instead of the stereo.  He looked at the branches, the leaves, hear the rustle and squirrels jumping around and felt completely at ease.

He laid there for hours, just staring.  The dark welcomed him.  Starting slowly however, he saw a yellow spot.  At first he thought it was the moon shining through.  Although the forest canopy usually blocked the moon, when the wind blew hard enough he could find it.  But this light grew larger and larger, like something was coming down through the trees.

Jack, for some reason, wasn’t scared.  He did however clutch the cane in his right hand.  The light couldn’t be more than ten feet above him, but at the same time seemed miles away.

Then it dropped….

Story Time #2

It began with a question.

“How could this be?”

Fred considered all the alternatives.  His mind was racing in 17 different directions at once.

He rolled the die.  It came up 3.  That mean turn left.  Right?  Go Straight?

Fred had no clue actually.  Which  made his certainty that he had to be right confusing to all of the others around him.

Of course Fred couldn’t see anyone around him.  He was in his own world and regardless that he standing on the sidewalk of a busy intersection, in his mind he was in a maze made of cardboard boxes shaped like the Great Wall of China.  And in his mind he was supposed to find the treasure, the flame of life that opened up everyone’s eyes.

Fred just stood there staring at the die in his hands.  He looked at it with wide open eyes, waiting for it to change.  This was ridiculous of course.  Although Fred had gotten it from a strange hobo after winning a Yahtzee game against him.   The hobo told him it had magical powers, that it had led the hobo to that exact spot where he eventually played Fred (Strange enough that spot was under a bridge in Hoboken.

Fred knew the die wouldn’t lie to him.  He just had to wait long enough.  So he stood there… staring at the die in his open hand waiting for something to happen.

And then it did….

Working it out

The piece of wood fell out of my hand today. That’s a big victory. And on my calf I can feel the sliver of wood working its way out of my skin. Its really weird to reach back on my calf and feel a spike sticking out of there.

Sam is currently eating a boiled egg sandwich of some sort next to me. Boiled eggs freak me out. They are just bizarre and smell awful. Extremely awful. Deviled eggs are even worse. Blerg.

Time for a quick story thanks to Rory’s Story Cubes:

In land just across the see was a sad man. He was sad for many reasons. Sad that he lived by a giant pyramid – it blocked out the sun. Sad that apple tree only produced Granny Smith Apples in his front yard – he like Golden Delicious. Sad that his house only had one fireplace – it was on the other end from his bedroom. The sad man had many things that contributed to his sadness.

One day he saw something didn’t make him said. A child. The child herself wasn’t all that unsaddening, it was her shadow that surprised the man. Her shadow was in the shape of a cat. How this happened the man didn’t know. Its not like the child was mishapen or anything. No, she was normal shape that’s for sure. But her shadow, it was definitely a cat shadow.

The sad man invited the child to have a picnic with him. He brought a basket full of peanut butter sandwiches to the park and they sat on a blanket near the old stone bridge. He told her of his old career as an actor and how it made him feel – sad. He also told her about how he used to be a judge in a small claims court – this also made him sad.

He told her how everything made him sad, except her shadow. He confided this in the girl.

She in turn told him a secret. The secret about her shadow, the L-shaped house she lived in and why she had no name.
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Not a bad start to a story, I feel like Rory’s Story Cubes is good for writing the beginnings of stories, which is probably where my strengths lie anyways.