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The Stone-Builders were full of what they called: ‘wone, or wine,’ something along that order, some sounds take me back a bit, they had new sounds all the time, yes O yes, inventing new sounds like the growing of leafs on a tree, coming into our brains like new winds, dragging it into a mode of thinking more everyday, instead of being fond of the birds, and just living: eating, sleeping and dying—these words we never heard of before were floating everywhere in the air, ever since that is, the arrival of the Stone-Builders on the scene: before this, before Eve walked out of that Garden, things were dangerous, but much more quiet. Well, Big-chest, noticed one evening—not being too far in the thick of the foliage by their campsite [the Stone-Builders site]—they had killed a man-eater [lion]; there were four of them, called ‘soldiers,’ at the campfire-site, a resting place to them: just laughing, and drinking, and being playful like a group of little cubs: lion cubs—wild and whimpering [whiny] lion-cubs, that is exactly what they were like. I could see Big-chest laughing to himself—inside that big muscular oversized chest: as he watched them wrestle around with one another, actually they did get a little over physical with one another, like the wild boars whom would chase after one of us, wanting to eat us for a feast, and then they’d settle down again. It was a cold winter’s night that day, so there was a real chill in the air, and not all that much leafy undergrowth for us to hide or for that matter to slap the chill away: nor for that matter Big-chest: although he had a coat of hair all over him to keep him warm anyways—showed a bit of chill in his face also. Although—I was grateful for the few large trees with the plant-life tucked around me, it absorbed some of the wind—the brisk, cold winds seeping by us, around us, and almost through us: the shrubbery covered us, as we remained in the distant woods, with a pile of leaves up to our knees: leaves for warmth and camouflage, --camouflage being a plan incase we figured we’d have to duck, hide ourselves-quickly should they get the best of Big-chest, but we doubted that: Big-chest was just the opposite of us----mean,--plus as always, Big-chest was confident of his abilities, he stood in the woods, no shadow—not sure what he did with it, but he was cleaver; just a big blob of muscle, hair and sharp eyes, small squinty eyes pinned on the four Stone-Builders, at the camp site, and their man-eater, that was going to be his dinner. He was actually blocking our vision a bit, but I think he did that because he wanted to show his audience—which was us—who was the braver. I actually had some kind of a feeling for those men who were about the meet Big-chest, a gloomy feeling at best, and a thankful feeling: thankful, it was not us in their place; yet both I and Little-eyes, both surely held feelings of revenge for the Stone-Builders, and this was kind of a good time for the revenge to seep out, but I don’t care for revenge for the most part, not really, it takes too much energy, saps you—in review, all was quite mysterious to me. Then unsuspected, he walked into the camp, tall as a mountain, hairy as a leafy think forest, long, a very long mouth from ear to ear, his teeth showed—he walked reminiscent of the king of the Stone-Builders [I think he was mimicking him—he like to do such things], he must have seen him walk, for he was arched just like their king, head back, eyes slanting down as if they were subordinates; --among the four he crept up, not a word, not a sound, the dark-dragging behind him, the sky had very little light given by the stars, but it followed him overhead none the less, a cloud covered the moon—as if he and Big-chest were pals; now he had seen their weapons by the fire, where the dead lion lay, if anything, Big-chest was shifty: sly, observant: he was swaying his body akin to the huge trees in a storm, not sure exactly why, but I think it got his blood moving and his limbs more flexible for swinging when he used them for clubs—and it made for a good showing: his hands were as big as large branches of a tree: and as hard. Closer and closer he came to the fire, no one noticed him yet, can’t figure it out, no one, no one at all, --could they not hear him a little, just a tiny bit, I asked myself, for both myself and Little-eyes could hear his foot steps even in the woods, at twice their distance, I was about to learn we had better hearing than these new creatures. But then this new breed of course, can not have all the advantages, thank goodness, thus, our senses were better, we were tuned higher one might say, and they were tuned with more and a higher intelligence than we. His fingers now, almost touching the ground—I could see—he, he had long thick arms, and fingers, and perturbing muscles, he was impressive to look at, huge to digest with your eyes, and frightening if you did not see him on a daily bases, and dangerous to be around, at any time. Then all of a sudden two of the four turned their necks to see what was in back of them; not sure if they heard him, sensed him, or just did out of an automatic military checking ritual,--whereupon, they almost went into shock: two stood up, all four were some fifteen feet from their weapons. The two who were squatting, the closest to the fire, were in a panic, the other two were a little farther away, standing now, unsure, thinking. I think one was releasing himself; he made a puddle and was trying to cover it up by kicking dirt, how modest. I figured why waste your time, this was precious time, run, run, run: that is what I’d do, but I really was hoping they’d not run, I must have an evil side in me also, just like them; you know, they got this pride thing, and I was hoping they would stay with this pride and arrogance, and then as I stopped thinking for a moment, Big-chest knock it out of them, if that is, they had any pride left. I think I was starting to get like them, that being: aggressive thoughts. In any case, Big-chest took his right hand swung it backwards to build up momentum, and with the force of a giant tree, hit the head of one of the squatters as he was about to stand up, it sounded faintly similar to thunder, and I could hear it snap, and rip, similar to a timber falling after lightening strikes it, strikes a tree out of its roots, its stretching roots out of the ground. He fell on his chest, then pushing himself, flopped over and onto his shoulder as if it had nothing holding his head in place, like a dead fish flopping, jumping in a creek—he lost his inner breath. The other one tried to get to his weapon, but Big-chest, akin to lightening, jumped with one leap over to him, picked him up by one leg, his penis showing, as Big-chest looked strangely at it, as if to laugh at a small ugly worm, for they all liked covering them up for some odd reason, and Big-chest now must have figured out, he knew why. And we both in the bushes started to giggle, snicker, laughing at the sight—I wanted to say laugh again—but we had to hold our laughing inside our stomachs for a while, so as not to spoil his feat. Then after our expressions of amusement, a stern grin appeared on Big-chest’s face—I think he heard us—in any case, he tossed him into the fire when he got bored looking at him, after twisting him about for a few seconds, breaking his leg in several places I imagine, for I kept hearing crunches, as if bones were cracking, and then there was his screams. Then one of the two standing routed himself through the woods yelling something on the order of: “Hhhhh eel pppp...!” Not sure what that meant. The last one, I call him the brave one, or definitely I could call him the stupid one, or should I say foolish one, none-the-less, he pulled out a sharp object, about the length of his hand, and stood in front of Big-chest as if he was going to fight him. At this point I said, and Little-eyes thought: this was the end for him; he [the soldier] looked like a banana compared to Big-chest. I asked myself, ‘Is he crazy? Run, and run while you can,’ and I was on Big-chest’s side now, more than ever, but it didn’t sound like it for that split-moment, but I felt it was a little unfair, size and all. But the man, whom I am calling a brave-soldier, stood his ground, and actually looked at Big-chest in the eyes. My-gosh, the man must have been half his size, about 175 pounds, quick on his feet though, for he was dancing around Big-chest, trying to stab him, and poke him. He looked more like a bee trying to sting someone, but that just irritated him more. Big-chest had taken arrows out of himself one-hundred times before, I bet; arrows deeper than that knife would have ever penetrate, if the person had gotten a chance to lunge it into Big-chest, and he didn’t get that chance: and it never hurt him much: those pokes. These little wounds were nothing, --but should he leap and get a good stab possible in the upper chest of Big-chest, or eye, then I’d worry. To make a long story short: Big-chest just looked dumfounded at the figure in front of him dancing in a circle, and didn’t move very much, except around; I’ve seen Little-eyes close his eye-lids now, he knew, he knew what was about to happen, and with his waving quick long arms, Big-chest picked up the seven foot lionesses, and put it over his shoulder, the crazy Stone-Builder charged at him, and Big-chest with a quick sweep, with a turn, knocked the man flat on his back, onto the ground, he had hit him with the man-eater, as he balanced it over his shoulder. Then, somewhat, disparate, or so it seemed, reminiscent of a dying fish jumping about trying to get back into the water—he: Big-chest—kicked him in the mid-section of his belly, sweeping him into the fire like trash, now almost a dead fish. The Soldier could not move, he surely had a broken spine I thought, had he not, he would had gotten up and run fast out of the fire, and he didn’t: or couldn’t, for Big-chest couldn’t run with the man-eater on his shoulder so it was a good time to escape, if he could. But he didn’t, or couldn’t, nor do I think he intended to. But again, the man tried to move out of the fire with no suitable means other than his arms which were now on fire, for surely his ribs and legs were broken. Big-chest simply turned away from him as if he was insignificant, as I did myself. The defeat was predictable, and most unnecessary. I got thinking: what kind of creature fights when they cannot compete. It has always been the law of the land—to run, unless cornered: hence, when you can’t battle, don’t. It wasn’t necessary to die like that. I was learning about pride and arrogance quickly from these new creatures though; all in time and observation I told myself, and I’d be well informed on their unusual habits. 11 Early winter We had no way of knowing which winter would be good to us or bad for us, and winter this particular winter had come early, and therefore our food supply was exhausted, depleted that is, rather quickly. When Little-eyes and I returned back to the cave the following evening, we had told in our symbolic way: expressed at the Banana Cave that is, to the entire Horde how Big-chest had killed the Eve People. And you could hear the laughter for miles around. I tried to explain how Big-chest had seen or sensed their movements, their evil objective, and their killing intent: as he always seemed to be able to sense survival quite well; he had a special quality of seeing through a person to his evil side, as he could see through us, thus, he could see through the Stone-People as well. I explained how one of the men stayed to fight him, trying to outstare Big-chest, and got kicked into the fire, and died. They all shook their heads in wonderment, we were not the smartest of the inhabitants of earth, but that was sure dumb we all thought, no vocal language was needed for that understanding or response. I think Big-chest had taken his trophy to his cave in our area, and was having a formal meal at this time. We liked anyone who could out smart the Stone-People I suppose, they were smug and we were helpless to them most of the time; they had well groomed weapons, and we had simply rocks and some clubs, along with a few sharpened stones, as they now were being called, knifes, up to the appearance of the Stone-People, they were just tools. And so it felt good if anything, good to see the odds turn for once, and to be frank, they didn’t turn much, if ever in our favor after that episode. But our surprise would come in the morning: --yes, we would not be forgotten for once. Morning In the morning when several of us looked out of our cave entrances, in the center of the canyon below our cliff dwellings, as we often did to be sure we were safe from man or beast, in the open area in the valley below us, we saw half a lion torn open, lying in the center of our domain, for us, it was a treasure, a gift, a donation if anything, and all of us quickly ran to eat what meat Big-chest had left for us. Big-chest was not always so generous, or kind, but for some odd reason, he knew we were starving for some protean, and our bodies were starting to show our ribs. Aimless to say, this never happened again—not in such a quantity, but we all gave Big-chest a super big smile as we walked proudly out of our canyon-caves and ate the raw meat [for he appeared standing erect by a cave entrance observing the feast he provide]; yes, some of us even were tarring at the red meat, animal protein, liken to wolfs. 12 The Hermit by the Sea It was a short period of time from when Big-chest appropriated the lion [took it from the Stone-Builders] and we all ate the meat, when I joined the Horde in the valley on a crisp morning—a morning that told me, the seasons were about to change, thus, leading into spring; I could see my breath: it was so brittle, so I knew winters end was near. 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Developing the Hero: the doctor asks questions about her. Motivation / the Elixir: you can sign that consent form. Refusing the Elixir: the doctor is resistant. Hero's Backstory / Foreshadow of the Transformation: my family is dead. Developing the Hero / Elixir: Bree pushes her penis back. Devolved State: Bree is a busboy in the restaurant. Hero's Capabilities / Ordinary World: Bree telemarketing. Call to Adventure: Toby calls. Refusal: Bree tries to ignore the call. Meeting the Mentor: the therapist, Margaret. Pushed toward the First Threshold: Margaret won't give her permission. Resisting: he's probably a scam artist. Time Pressure: I can't delay my operation, the waiting list is a year long. Preparing for the Journey to the First Threshold: thinking about it in her room. First Threshold from Afar: outside the police station. Threshold Guardian: the officer. Backstory of Hero 2: Toby is into drugs and a prostitute. Meeting Hero 2: Toby brought out. Outer Cave: at the restaurant. 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Oracle Reveals: The hitcher steals the car. Pushed to the Sword: walking and hitching the ride. World of the Sword: on the back of the truck. Seizing the Sword [Toby]: Toby picks up someone in the toilet and gets some money. Seizing the Sword [Bree]: Bree meets Calvin Manygoats and gets a ride and a place to stay. Developing Characters and Relationships: Bree sits with Calvin on the porch; "..keeps the dogs off the porch…" Developing Characters and Relationships: Bree has the hots for Calvin. Developing Characters and Relationships: the hat keeps the sun off my face better than a headband and a couple of eagle feathers. Threshold Guardian: Bree goes to the powder room; Toby tries to tell Calvin that there's more to her than she's letting on. Seizing the Sword: Calvin gives Bree his phone number and Toby a hat. Near Death Experience: Toby asks for Sidney at the door; Elisabeth closes the door on him. Resisting the Atonement: On the grass. Atonement with the Father: Bree knocks on the door; Mom and Dad it's me. Apotheosis: with her Dad; it's Subrina! we love you but we don't respect you; meeting Sidney; he's your grandson. Ultimate Boon: the parents treat Toby really well. Journey to / Foreshadow of the Elixir: Bree needs to borrow $1000 for the airfare. Transforming: Bree gets ready and steals the tablets. Transformation (New Clothes): Bree in her dress; Elizabeth combs Toby's hair. Resisting the Transformation: arriving at dinner; Bree has to pull out Elizabeth's chair. Transformation: the joint photo; Toby pulls out Bree's chair. Journey to / Foreshadow of the Elixir: Bree asks to borrow $1000 for the airfare. Guardain of the Elixir: Elizabeth tries to dissuade Bree from the operation. Guardain of the Elixir: Elizabeth offers the money on condition that Toby stays. Guardain of the Elixir: Elizabeth running after Toby. Foreshadow of the Elixir: Bree wishes that they could just look at her and see her; Bree agrees to let Toby come and live with her. Disgust / Refusal: Toby tries to sleep with Bree; Bree tells him she's his father. Magic Flight: Bree pursues Toby. Bree recovers from the punch. Toby disappears; putting out an APB. Crossing the Return Threshold: Bree returns to the hospital and gets the operation. Obstacle: after the operation; Bree unhappy that Toby has disappeared. Obstacle: Toby in LA on the beach, taking drugs. Master of Two Worlds: Bree a woman now. Transformed: Bree a waitress, not a busboy now; learning Spanish. Transformed: Toby doing porn as a blonde. Freedom to Live: Toby turns up at Bree's door. You can also receive a regular, free newsletter by entering your email address at this site. 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Coffee Shops are the place to chat and talk and recently a common place for Christians to meet too. Recently I got interested in a chat between two people one who went by the nick-name Knuckle and the others name was Debbie. Debbie was a Christian, sincere and sweet and Knuckle was apparently an atheist. When Knuckle told Debbie there was no god, she flipped out and went into a tirade about Knuckle being basically and idiot, scoundrel and generally lacking cranial capacity; that is to say intelligence. Debbie agreed about DNA and Knuckle thought he was winning the argument when Debbie called him a horses ass and unintelligent. So I interjected to say that DNA shows that intelligence seems to be 50/50% nature vs. nurture and so God if he is intelligent and designed us in his image, then he must be a fat overweight American. No, just kidding. Now then, assuming for a minute a little Sci Fi Fantasy that god exists, then God would only account for 50% of Knuckles intelligence, thus it appears that it really makes not a lot of difference as long as your god of intelligent design gave him some, he would get the rest afterwards. Now then if Intelligent Design is not the case then God is dumb, that is to say unintelligent. Meaning if you Debbie are made in his image minus a penis and that extra rib thing, then actually god did not give you or knuckle any brains so then where did you get them? Well, evolution has adapted homo sapiens to have larger brains than our next nearest cousins which we split off from about 1 million years ago as we are 99% DNA similar you see? So as far as calling Knuckle unintelligent because god gave him few brains, well scientifically that makes no sense. And if a god was going around giving humans inferior brains why on earth would you wish to follow such a loose cannon who would pick and choose who gets what? I just laughed and walked out figuring maybe they would all just shut up and stop fighting over this thing. Consider this in 2006.