No one sees you as you walk through the turnstile.

You decide to work your way through the exit to the library. You look back and realize that you are through already. Your feet are oriented northward. You know that this as you walk through what ammounts to a short-cut to your biology class in any event.

There is an odd tug at the right side of your right leg. You turn your head without really even registering the little degree of pain but knowing that it was peculiar.
To your surprise, you see a cart for library books with wheels on the bottom so it can be pushed.

To not even look at the cart hitting your leg -or maybe it was just you got your sweater caught in it -maintaining your turgid facade, turn to page the next in this series being oh, 78a

To at least use your eyes and take any temporary moment of thought or coincidence or change that seems real and true and good - to just go with that, go to another page. I should tell you, it isn't going to be a bunch of pages of an excursion in either event.

But the choice here is an important one because the past has a way of catching up to you. And while no matter what choice you choose to lead, you are going to make it to that science class (bio-chem as the class was more often called as science class). But based upon the way people know what you will have done, so you must know this always happens at the beginning.

You content yourself with the slumber of conventional knowledge ...

You cannot solve the enigma. You cannot measure up to the universe if you content yourself with the slumber of conventional knowledge.

...

that violent movement, sudden and shocking, which jostles the mind, taking away its tranquility;





-georges bataille

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words. I am going to invite a small random bunch out of the corpus, "people I think are way cool and think might do this.

This is a choose your own adventure.

No, this is a create your own adventure.

50-150 words - if you go over 150, just pick a number after what you would then go back and number your first page. or give yourself two choices, you can then right to another choice page, an end page, a rejoin the story page, a you're dead and this adventure is seriously over page (I might want to look at that but if you want that cool.

and there are beginnings under the tag beginnings and choice pages with tag choice.

So, I'm using a version of the wave method of writing for NaNoWriMo here. The specific version is molded by my hazy memory of something that was not properly explained to me and I didn't really get at the time beyond incorporating some of the talk or what it seemed like she did with it.

And it is a metaphorical wave method. There are these bits - some even of other things - but part of what the soul memory and community feelings that are represented by the various stories of other times and places you in various guises - and so these make up part of the museum of adventures - It is an attempt at creating in non-Gonzo format a more-Gonzo than I've ever seen printed account from the account of you. A you written by an author (a community can be an author) me and three people thinking of helping.

So. you can

but it is a choose your own adventure so there is adventure and it is you doing the adventuring. Second person, present tense.

oh and we need character pages. You can email me or call me or come see me or I'll stop by. It may take till the end of the month for me to organize this shit and explain what I want you to do:
write 50 to 150 words of an adventure starting with the main on which is that you woke up one morning and everyone was gone - just gone - you didn't even notice right away.

And then it turned out that it was only most people who had disappeared without warning, notice, or explanation. And you are about 16 when this starts and you walk to your high school and you end up after many realizations and choices (or few) you end up going to your 3rd period science class. You are Tracey Fletcher and for no good reason that is ever explained -likewise there is no explanation given for what happened to everyone. For me that isn't meant to really be a focus. Like Lost kept pretending that it was all going to end up making sense. fuck shit. never mind.

"Now, Nick, you don't swear like that when you talk ... why do you swear so much in your writing" "I don't know and I swear less when I am around you than when I am in other situations."


So you just

get bits of plot down. Even sentences even phrases. Those are legit posts here.

Or you can do choices as comments as regular comments

ok so

30.5 degrees Centipede

It is 93 degrees F, 30.5 Celsius, higher than the predicted high today. Much hotter than most November afternoons. There is a huge mass of air swooping down from the high desert to the ocean. It must squeeze through mountain ranges whipping into ferocious gusts.

Mostly it is just physics, with the higher altitude air being much less dense, it has far fewer molecules per bit of area. As the air descends the air moves into much more pressure as it reaches 0 ft above sea level.

With the winds and the pressure and something to do with ions, the air soaks up moisture. Water is ripped through your skin into the drying air. Water is sucked out of plants and trees and every living thing making fire dangers much worse.

These are the devil winds, the bitch winds, the santa anas.

It is the first of this year and it is the time when assault and divorce rates spike and termites colonies swarm out with ridiculous wings trying to end up someplace they can burrow themselves into.

Existing now, here, anywhere around, you are in conditions ripe for crankiness