Scribble@Work

Harold the Herald, an old man, is a psychic. Before the government took him for this, he believed himself one (naively, though). The government gave Harold a serum that let him view the fourth dimension as though it were a one way road. The fourth dimension, for those who are unaware, is Time. Harold could see the future from this day forward. He could see until the day of his death. The day this power took effect Harold became incredibly monotonous, but by looking into the fourth dimension, he understood that he was always meant to get this power and become very quiet as a result. As being precognitive was the only power Harold the Herald possessed, the other supers considered him weak and useless. Harold was also discarded by the government from the program when he refused to help them by telling them the future. Harold knew this would happen.

Harold has no memory of his life as Harold Herbert.

this is MUCH better, even if you don't think so. I know it's better, because, like Harold, I can see the future of this story, and that paragraph completely sums this character up but still leaves the single most important part of him out, and that, my friends, is awesome.

just wait, you'll understand soon.

A while back, I started this blog to deal with my overwhelming depression due to being unsure about my life (career, friends, family, etc...). Over time I realized a few things.

I have realized that going back to college may be useless for me. Especially if the field of work I am interested in is the type of thing that is best taught through experience.

I have realized that writing (either books, movies, or even just coming up with story ideas for others to work from) is all I want to do with my life. I always knew that, but growing up I find that I like other things and want to try them. Writing prevails over all them in my eyes.

I have realized that my writing isn't terrible. How good it is, I can't say (but you can in a comment hehe). What I can say is that my writing is interesting. It draws people in; not everyone, but at least one person. If one person likes what I have written, I did a good job. I wrote something, AND I made something someone else could enjoy. God, that's all I want.

I have realized that I need to finish a story. This is something I've never done (lest we count the numerous fusses on my old site, but I don't count them).

I have realized why I can't finish a story. At first, I sit down and write randomly. Starting without an idea is my most common way to start a story (which could lead to my downfall, but I don't think so, because once I start on a story I really think about it). When I am writing randomly I don't care too much about perfect grammar, or where I'm going to take the story. I care about writing, though. My downfall is that when I finish writing a little bit, I reread it and that first draft that I was just writing randomly isn't perfect and it pisses me off.

I have realized that I need to deal with the fact that I can't write perfectly the first time. I have realized that my writing needs to be rewritten, edited, but most of all, continued.

I have realized I need to say fuck it. If I don't like my story, I'll say fuck it and write more anyway.

I have realized that I am going to finish a story. Not for me though. No, I am going to finish a story for A2 (a good friend who told me last night that if I don't finish Kid Awesome she'll punch me in the face), for Dan (who is helping me get passed my terrible writers block (and he doesn't even know it)), for my girlfriend (who inspires me to write some of my favorite poems), and for you. You are the reader of my blog. You have come to know me much better than most of my friends. You, reader, keep coming back because obviously I write something you like, and that's what I'm writing for.

I have realized my writing is to make people's emotions change.

I have realized that I love writing. I have realized that without someone to read what I write, well, the words wouldn't even matter, would they?

Thank you for reading my blog through the last 101 posts (for those few that keep coming back). Thank you for inspiring me to keep writing and thank you for threatening to punch me in the fucking face if I don't finish something soon. Thank you all.
--Marshall

Below is a story I am working on. I have decided to post the first chapter as my 100th post. Like I said in the post before this, feel free to work with it. Do not, however, feel free to take this as your own. You may copy, manipulate, and continue this as long as you credit me or let me know. I really won't mind.

...This is gonna be long (cause i'm a lazy fuck and don't wanna reformat it after I paste it)

Chapter one: Kid Awesome

Flying over the small town of Fumpington, Pennsylvania was the beloved super hero, Kid Awesome.

At fourteen, he was the youngest of the newly announced government prototype super humans. They were being called real life superheros.

The other prototypes were all adults. They were named, “Father World”, “Miss Super”, “Harold the Herald”, and “Max”. Max got lucky. Each of these supers had different powers, and their names were supposed to show that. They didn't. They showed that the government needed new writers.

Father World, a middle aged man, had super strength and had super regenerative powers. He could not fly or do anything else super. Those were his powers and that was it. His strength, however could not be matched, and his regeneration was so amazing that if his head were to be severed from his body, he could still live, so long as the head once again touches his neck. The strength was created in a lab by injecting Father World with a type of goo that attached to his muscles allowing for massive bursts that usually could only come from adrenaline. He was also given an adrenaline enhancer and a few other chemicals that allow the use of his adrenaline without any adverse side effects. The regeneration comes straight from a newt. The newt posses the ability to regenerate any body part. The single strain of chemicals and dna from the newt that allows this was part of the goo for his muscles.

Father World has no memory of his life as Frank Wates.

Miss super, a young attractive adult female, had super strength and could fly. She could not heal quickly or do anything else. She could only use her strength and flight to hope to thwart villains. Her flight was awesome though. The way the government engineered this power was remarkable. They did not give her the power to defy gravity, but instead created a device that was implanted into her brain (to make sure it's never stolen) that creates her own gravitation field. By thinking about what she wants to do with those fields, she could potentially not only allow herself to fly, but throw off the entire Earth's gravity. The scientists who created her powers never told her about this device, though. She believes she is just flying. Toxic Waste or something equally dangerous and unlikely is the cause, as far as she knows.

Miss Super has no memory as Jennifer McGraw

Harold the Herald, an old man, is a psychic. Before the government took him for this, he believed himself one (naively, though). The government gave him a serum that enhanced his brains capacity for receiving the thoughts of others. Thoughts are electrical firings in the brain, as well as chemical releases. The serum given to Harold allows him to feel when these things happen in someones head. Harold was given another serum that, working with the previous, allows him to see into the very near future. Five days ahead. He cannot see things happening, but can feel the emotions caused by the aftermath. Because of this, his power is unreliable and he is thought of as the outcast of the bunch. It hurts Harold very much, because he knows they think that. He heard each of them think it.

Harold has no memory of his life as Harold Herbert.

Max, a young adult male, got lucky in that not only does he not have an incredibly silly name to go by, but his powers outmatch all the others, except for Father World's strength. Max could fly, a la Miss Super. He could also become invisible by refracting light. This was caused by a lotion that was rubbed all over Max that seeped into his skin and blood that gave him the ability to change the pigments in his cells. He could not only be invisible, but if he wished he could be any color he wanted. Max also had super strength, but as mentioned, it was not as good as Father World. Max was also super smart, but the government had nothing to do with that. He was always bright.

Max has no memory of his life as Maxamillion Enkle.

Finally there is Kid Awesome. The one with the worst name. The youngest as well. Miss Super was Kid Awesome's mother before these transformations began. Now, however, family is prohibited. The powers of the amazing child are interesting. He is strong, but that strength does not exceed that of a human; he's just stronger than most humans. He can fly, but not the same way Max or Miss Super can. He can control wind, which was done by also manipulating the cells of the boy. His cells can spin and act as trillions of tiny fans. That alone can only make him hover a few inches off the ground, which is what the government wanted. They wanted him to seem the weakest, as though his age made him feeble. However, something happened to Kid as he was spinning his cells one day. Kid learned that by spinning different cells in different directions, he could create a bubble of wind around him. The bubble could be made so strong that it could be stood on without falling to the ground, and on two occasions Kid has invited his old friends for a ride on a carpet of wind. Kid was also given a small amount of the regeneration from the newt. He most likely could not come back from a decapitation, but could regrow a finger within an hour or two; an arm would most likely take a day.

Kid also had the fortune of having sensors placed in his eyes that let him see at night, like a cat, and underwater, like an alligator. His pupils can now extend to encompass the entire eyes. He also has a second set of eyelids, like an amphibian. These allow him to see underwater.

Kid was also given a power unlike any other. He photosynthesizes. The scientists that worked on Kid gave him the power to get all his food from the suns energy. He has no need to breathe air either, since that is what he creates upon exhaling. He does, however still enjoy a nice glass of water.

Kid Awesome has all his memories as Matt McGraw. He remembers his mother before and after she became Miss Super. He remembers his friends, and his school and everything. That is the worst part about being super.

* * *

Flying stretched out Kid went straight down at the ground like an eagle about to clasp it's prey. Kid didn't have any prey, he had a class to attend. This day was the first day he was allowed to resume his normal life. A life not as Kid Awesome, but as Matt McGraw.

A foot from the ground Kid stopped flying. Did it without slowing down, and since he was cushioned by air, it didn't hurt. What fun it was to fly, he thought. He let the air around him place him into a stand position before he set down and walked into the school. Ninth grade.

Kid Awesome – Matt McGraw walked the halls alone this morning. It was during classes that he entered the building, as recommended by the principal. Mr. Shnelling wanted to make Matt's return to school as played down as possible. So, of course, not a single person but Matt and Mr. Shnelling knew about it. The door to Shnelling's office was wide open. The smell coming from the room was that of roast beef. It was odd, but nice. Matt didn't even notice it. All he could smell was chalk. For a moment he wondered if he had super smell now; he didn't and he knew it, but sometimes he wondered if he had powers he didn't know about.

“Ah, Matthew. Or should I call you Kid Awesome now?”

Sitting down in a very uncomfortable chair, Matt said, “No, sir. Please, just call me Matt. I'm no superhero when I'm here.”

Shnelling opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small jar of horseradish. He plopped some down on the roast beef sandwich that Matt had completely ignored until this point.

As Kid Awesome, there was no need to eat, all his food came from the sun. Since the operations that made him who he now is, he has all but forgotten food. Now, seeing it in front of him, he missed it. The flavors mostly. He could do without the chewing and such. Those actions were quite unnecessary. Matt could now smell the roast beef. The scent was intoxicating.

“I'm sorry, Matt, is it rude for me to eat in front of you?”

“No sir. You do as you wish. As long as I get into the sun for a few minutes everyday, I'm fine. I even feel full just like you.”

Those words were almost vicious, but Shnelling seemed too interested in his sandwich to notice. Matt had said, “just like you.” He had put himself on a different level as Shnelling, a normal human. Whether Matt meant anything rude by it or not wasn't the point. Matt was angry that he wasn't considering himself human anymore.

Matt become Kid Awesome because he missed his mother. Miss Super. She was in the news frequently for saving the lives of someone, or thwarting a criminal trying to rob a bank, or something equally heroic. Matt had been orphaned when his mom was chosen to be Miss Super. Held in a government building somewhere. One day he asked the people in the building if he can be like his mom. They were all to happy to help him.

Shnelling put down his sandwich and stood up. He walked around his desk, passing a painting on the wall that caught Matt's attention. It was a beautiful night scene painted by a man named Hail S. Torm. Obviously the name was fake, but that didn't take away from the beauty that painting possessed.

Shnelling was trying to hand Matt his class list. Taking the paper from Shnelling's hand, Matt stood up and walked to the door. He stopped for a moment to see if Shnelling had anything to say.

Nothing.

So Matt, Kid Awesome, went to his first class of this day, which happened to be falling right before lunch. It was Physics class. The teacher was Mr. Monroe. Today's class was on electricity.

It didn't matter what the class was about this day, because the moment Matt stepped through the doors class virtually ended.

First, there was silence; Whispers; Silence.

No one knew what to say. There was nothing to say. So no one said anything. Matt found a seat open, next to his friend Sarah, so he walked over and sat down.

Even Sarah, an old, close friend of his, had nothing to say. Matt had seen two friends since he got his powers and they knew they'd see him. Sarah was caught off guard. Sarah was shocked. Sarah forgot that the seat next to her was only open because her lab partner was using the toilet. She remembered when the kid walked back in and pissed himself.

If you are to take one thing from reading this, take the knowledge that it is always good to actually use the toilet in the bathroom if you are going to sneak a cigarette. Especially if you used to go to school with a superhero and don't know that he could show up in your class and scare the piss out of you.

That boy ran out of the room to either hide the stain on his pants or from fear of Matt. It doesn't matter.

Matt didn't care.

He hated the attention.

These powers weren't what he expected.

What good were the powers if he still couldn't see his mother; if he had to use his powers to save the world; if his friends were scared of him; if he was scared of him.

“Can we learn something, please?” said Matt.

Mr. Monroe had been just as enthralled as his students. Matt's words brought him back to life though. However, Matt wanted a normal class and he was alone in wanting that. Mr. Monroe and his entire class burst into screams and cries and cheers and laughter. It was going on for eight full minutes before Matt walked to the front of the room, said goodbye, and left high school forever.

He would never be normal, no matter how hard he tried. He was Kid Awesome. Matt McGraw was no more.

Kid Awesome has no past. Matt McGraw has no future.

That is the agony of being a super.

This is the story of Kid Awesome.

I took off from work friday to go to Warped Tour. I met MC Chris, one of my favorite rappers. I also met Between the Trees and Longway, and i FUCKING SANG WITH EVERGREEN TERRACE W0000oooOOOOOO7!

After warped tour I went home, got some much needed rest, and then went down the shore with my girlfriend and we spent the night in a tent :-D it was fun. Sunday I went fishing and didn't catch a thing, which is fine, so long as I go out on the water. It's been far too long since I've been out on the open sea.

Now it's Monday and I returned to work; terribly lame.

This is the 99th post on this blog. This evening, I will post my 100th post, and to celebrate, I will include with it chapter 1 of a story I am writing. Feel absolutley free to take that, and add on it to (with the intention of returning it to me).

i cut my finger wide open and had to get stitches. luckily I can type without my index fingers... it's just annoying.

I have a website that is http://www.disgracerpg.com. That website is in the process of being made into a writing site. It will hold my writing, and the projects writing (if the participants are ok with that).

Tonight I will be making the first updates towards the new site layout.

I have three stories. Two have characters named Matt, Two with characters named Alexis... thats kinda interesting, I think.


Anyway, I'm getting into Project One, pretty well and it's actually helping my depression. I'm not so depressed as long as I'm writing something, and this is a lot of fun, so that's a plus as well.

That's all I got for now, I gotta go work on someone shit lol.
Take it easy lovelies,
Marshall

Alright, still only have one submission, but I'm not rushing anyone... just saying...

Since I already wrote chapter two for that story and have nothing else to work on, I've started something else, and this will become Project Two.

I won't say much yet, but it's similar to this project, just a little different.

Expect the update about that to come in a week or two... whenever Project One gets underway for real.

That's it for now, I'm going to go enjoy the sweltering heat,
Marshall.

I got the first submission the other day and I gotta say... It's really hard to write something when you have no idea whats going on.

I will succeed though.

I'm also reading The Sirens of Titan, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. I enjoy his writing. It's good.
I suggest you all read his books.

Anyone interested, please Comment this thread. You don't have to sign up with Blogger to do so. Just let me know who might be doing this.

K thanks.

(this is the 92nd post to this blog... woah)

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im not calling my writing project sawscaw... that's kinda stupid.

just making it clear that was a joke.

take it easy,
marshall

http://scribbleatwork.blogspot.com/
I need to move. I need to. Not want to, but I fucking need to.

This. Isn't. Working.
I'm. In. Pain.
Fuck. Everything.

http://scribbleatwork.blogspot.com/
Monday was supposed to be the cutoff for the writing project i'm hosting, however i have extended that to whenever. I don't think it makes sense to put time limit on something as hard to do as this.

I need a title for the project. I think I'll call it... SAWSCAW. Incase you don't get it, SAWS (scribble at work's) CAW (Calling all writers). SAWSCAW it is.

K, on to another blog about something else.

what to do...
I can get medication, that would stabilize my mood... but like I said, if im not depressed im not writing anything worth reading... so I am not going to go on medication. instead, I will continue to deal with this on my own.

I said that a few days ago. I blame the disease plaguing my mind on that fucking retarded thought. I may have a harder time writing depending on my mood, but I can't let this go. I think i'm a little more important than my creativity. I am losing hope that I can control this on my own. Yesterday I felt absolutley terrible, and for no reason. It was a good day.

I'm calling a doctor monday. I'll finally have insurance again so I think it's necessary. Maybe medication is the way to go, maybe not. We'll find out.

Take it easy guys and gals, I'm gonna try and relax.
Marshall

Mornings shouldn't come so damn early.

It's been a while since I've posted a real thoughtful post about myself... so here one is.

I'm 19. Am I still young? Legally, I'm an adult now. And mentally, I've been an adult for a long time. Physically, I'm a god damn senior.

I think it's been about five weeks since I've had a cigarette. I'm still waiting to see a difference in my body. I can't tell you the last time I was able to bend down and touch my toes while standing. I started ballet and hip hop dance classes this week. Ballet will help with my flexibility while hip hop will get my cardiovascular system working again.

I named this post "Is it too late?" because, that's my question... is it? Is it too late for me to start dancing and to try and get my body back together?

I have this little buddy who is fourteen or fifteen years old. The kid is in great shape. He dances (which is how I know him) very well, wrestles and by the looks of his body toning, lifts weights and works out frequently.

I know that with time I can get into that good of shape... but is it worth it? For me to get to where he's at as quick as the little dude did it, I would have to dance everyday and work out otherwise also everyday. I would like to dance everyday, but can't afford it nor do I have the time. Working out is something I just plain don't enjoy doing. Working out is something that would very much help get me into shape, buuuuut I get bored doing it alone, and don't really have a friend to do it with (the only ones that would are busy dancing everyday).

Alright, well that's my bit. Not as thoughtful and productive as previous posts have been, but better than the garb that I've dribbled through my fingers to the keyboard recently. I was just clearing my head. Sometimes it's just easier to write something out than think it in my head.

I got nothing else.
Take it easy, everyone.
Marshall

Something I am going to enjoy very much about this writing thing, if it works, is how long chapters will become.

I predict that if this works and people go back and forth with me to write a story, we will each start making out chapters as long as possible, to pack as much information that we want in there as we can.

Yep, this should be fun.

Didn't go to the food festival... Got caught up with stuff. I'm not upset though, that would have been money I probably didn't wanna spend anyway.

I'm pissed! My laptop charger isn't working correctly... hmmm... I need to fix that ASAP, and by ASAP I mean before yesterday.

About this writing project, let people know about it. I am going to try to work on as many stories at once as I can. Also, if this works out, I will have multiple projects to come in the future that are similar.

That's all for now, I gotta save the battery on this bitch, so see ya.
Marshall

July 10 Update: Deadline is gone. Just send and I will respond.


I was at work today and I was struck by an idea. that idea is to collaborate with you, readers, on a whole bunch of stories all at once. I touched on this idea before but now I have an acutal plan. One week from today (monday july 14) I want you all o send me the first chapter of a story. I don't care what its about or the genre or anything like that... I just want one chapter from you (and it must be your writing, not someone elses).

monday july 21 I will return your story to you with a second chapter. we will go back and fort everyweek until we hate each other or the story ends... whichever comes fist.

here's a full list of my rules:

• Each monday we must return a chapter until the story is complete. Send the chapters to me via email. Disgracerpg AT Gmail DOT com.
  
• You may opt out at any time (but I really hope ya don't)
• Whoever's turn it is to write has full control over the story. When I say full control, I mean the main character could be killed off without notice, new characters can be added, plot twists can be formed, storylines can be dropped... anything and everything is fair game.
• if you don't like the above rule, we can talk about how the story will progress (but I kind of want to see what happens when we don't talk about it).
• If we finish a story and you are happy with it, I can and will have it published into two hardbound copies, for each of us. From there you can take it and make more copies if you like.

Yeah, Get writing, you have one week!

fuck conventionality. this is my blog and whenever I wanna post, I will. I don't know why I thought I should stop doing the random posts... but whatever reason I had, it was probably dumb.

Today I am going to philly to enjoy the food festival, woot!

:-( My turtle (my girlfriends actually) died... damn that's lame.

I'm gonna miss the little guy, he was awesome.

I was happyish today when I woke up. My girlfriend has been gone since Friday and I miss her a lot. Today I was supposed to be able to see her, but things got fucked up. :-(.

We will be moving in together. That is decided for sure. We hope to do so before the end of the sumer. This weekend will be very important for the forward momentum of that. Car shopping. I'm hoping that if I move out, I'll start to feel better about myself... maybe it's just this poisonous environment I'm stuck in.


K, It's July 2... I've already posted 5 times...

this blog... its what I think. that stupid name the movie shit... I really think that. I will think of a quote for one reason or another and then wish to ask people if they know it.

but, this blog is also changing from what it used to be... I used to speak about work, school, my hopes, my dreams... not now. now ill say from time to time that I may have had an idea, or that I filmed myself for 2 fucking minutes saying something funny. this is not the blog I want.

so, what to do... I though time away from the blog wod do me good, but instead ill just change what I write about. this is an example of a good, heartfelt, thoughtful, and emotional post that I want to make all my posts.

this means:
no more quote quizzes
no more boredom blogs
no more posts asking to trade ads
no more begging you to click links
more quality posts about my life
more poetry
possibly snippits from scripts and stories...

expect supplimental pt 2 this evening... I just went from manic to depressed in one phone call flat (youll know what I mean later).

I can't remember if I taked the other day about me being manic depressive... and im typing from my phone so I don't feel like checking. anyway, I realized that the "boredom blogs" I've been posting are more accurately me in a manic stage... when im depressed I don't do that random shit, and now when im not really depresed, I can't write anything meaningful.

what to do...
I can get medication, that would stabilize my mood... but like I said, if im not depressed im not writing anything worth reading... so I am not going to go on medication. instead, I will continue to deal with this on my own.


expect a supplimental post later...

The last one was The Never Ending Story... This one is the best quote yet.

"The Perimeter's quiet"
"Yeah, a little TOO quiet"
...
"Look! It's Raph!"
"Yeah, a little TOO Raph."


Now... I think that's easy, but that's just me...

that's right. you best be getting out to newtown sq thursday evening to se us play live at burlap and bean.

it is undecided whether or not we will be serious and play some songs or if we will fuck around the whole time... either way come on out. its gona be fun.