Song Lyric Stories – Spin

by Revis Edgewater

This episode of SLS is based on the suggestion of my brother Twindaddy. The lyrics he gave me come from the song Spin by my namesake, the band Revis. Spin is one of my favorite songs of theirs, so I want to do this story justice. Hopefully, I succeed.

“I’m a space god in the rain.” Spin – Revis

“This is not the warmest welcome I have ever received,” I remarked.

A fist came flying at me. It’s been a long time since someone tried to punch me. Back then, it didn’t go too well for the being who tried it. The being who tried it this time met with equal failure. His fist hit the chin of my physical manifestation and shattered. Not just his fist, but all the way up to his shoulder too. He cradled his ruined arm with his other and backed slowly away.

“I am impressed that you were able to hide this place for as long as you did,” I said as if nothing happened. “But did you really think that you could create an entire planet within my space and I would never find out about it?”

“I’ll kill you,” he raged, his eyes burning with hatred and anger.

I laughed. “That threat would scare the pitiful creatures who worship you here, but I remain unafraid. You created a planet. You also created life on it, so you do have some power to you. Next to me, however, your power is nothing.” Gesturing up to the night sky, I continued, “Look at it all. Every star, every heavenly body, even every speck of dust floating in my beautiful vast blackness is doing so because that is how I want it.”

Just then, the sky overhead filled with dark clouds. Lightning and thunder filled the area as rain began to fall. “I don’t see any of that,” the puny godling laughed at me.

“You know, I was going to let your creatures continue to live and worship me. It has been a long time, after all, since I have let anything live long enough to do so.” My mood suddenly shifted from lighthearted to something a little more menacing. “Because you wanted to be difficult, however, I think that I will now destroy every living thing on this planet in front of your eyes. Then, when I have finished with that, I will destroy you.”

“No!”

With nothing more than a thought, I pinned the godling to the ground and proceeded to do as I told him I would. Every living thing on his planet floated before his eyes only to be unmade in a grisly, painful fashion. As it happened, more rain began to fall. I reveled in it, basking in the tears of a lesser god.

It ended far too quickly for my taste, so I made him replay it in his mind a few times. I do not know how long it took. It could have been mere moments. It could have been many centuries. Either way, his torture eventually stopped being fun. I took one last pause to bathe in the drops falling upon my physical manifestation before putting him out of his misery. With a few well placed blows I destroyed his body. Then I used my powers to erase the rest of him from reality.

Bored, I surveyed the rest of my quadrant of the galaxy, looking for something to do.

I Finally Did It!

by Revis Edgewater

A while back, I wrote a post with a very similar title (that can be found here) about beating the video game Final Fantasy VII after having to make many attempts to do so because of erased saves. Here I am, eight years later, telling you that I finally beat the new version of the game, Final Fantasy VII – Remake (or FF7 Remake, for short)!

I bought the game about a year and a half ago and I started playing it right away. Now, it wasn’t erased/failed saves that made it take that long for me to beat it this time. It was my lack of time. Between work and the things I needed to do at home on a daily basis, there wasn’t always time for me to play video games. And, when I did have time, it was usually only chunks of time that were maybe a half hour to forty-five minutes long. I don’t like playing story-based games with that little time because you can’t advance the story very much. If I knew I only had that short amount of time, I’d usually play games like Madden, where I could get in a game or two in.

I probably wouldn’t even have pushed to finish it except that they just released a remake of the prequel story to this, Crisis Core. Originally, Crisis Core was released as a PSP exclusive, although I heard you could download it via the PlayStation Network on PlayStation 3. I only ever played it on PSP. Crisis Core (the original version anyway) is still one of my favorite games, regardless of platform. I’m hoping the remake does it justice. Of course, the only way I’ll know is to play it. I wanted to finish the FF7 Remake first, though, so I made a little time over the past week to finish it off.

It’s not as satisfying as beating the original Final Fantasy VII game, but it was still something that I’m glad I finished.

Here We Go Again

by Revis Edgewater

Another NanoPoblano down, another NanoPoblano hangover. I’ve only done one post since November ended, and I only did that one to work through the trauma that my brain endured due to that guy’s words. I’m still not over it, mostly because he keeps adding to it. For those of you who are curious, here are some of the new things he’s told me in the past week: a fully detailed account of his dog’s pooping habits, his thighs sometimes chafe from rubbing together, he’s got a cyst on his tailbone that will occasionally leak blood into his underwear, and he’s quitting the second job he just got after two days because a couple of his coworkers there talked openly about being gay and it made him uncomfortable.

But, anyway…

This happens every time I do NanoPoblano. Afterwards, I always have trouble either coming up with ideas for new posts, or I just don’t have the motivation to write any new posts. In this case, it’s more of a motivation thing. I have an idea for a post. It’s a lyric suggestion for my Song Lyric Stories. The problem is I’ve started it. If you’re wondering why that’s a problem, it’s because I’ve started it four different times now. I’ll write a paragraph or two and I’ll either not like what I’ve written or lose interest in it. Then I’ll start over again.

I’ve also thought about doing a post or two about movies or shows I’ve watched recently and I can’t even muster the energy to begin writing those posts. I’ve read a few things lately that I could possibly do a review for, but nothing that gets me excited enough to get in front of a keyboard to do it.

On the other hand, I have gotten some writing done in my current novel project. It’s never a lot, maybe a few hundred words at a time, but it’s more progress than I had been making.

Unfortunately, I think my writing time will be severely limited coming up. Not only is it the holiday season, I’m also on mandatory overtime until after the new year as my company tries to push out as much as it can before 2022 ends. The paychecks will be nice, but I see a lot of tiredness in my future.

So, I’m sorry that I haven’t been posting or commenting as much as I was doing during November. Hopefully, I’ll be able to pick it back up soon.

I Need to Wash My Brain

by Revis Edgewater

A few years ago (6 to be exact), I put up a story about a woman I used to work with that I called TMI Lady because of her habit of telling people a lot of personal things in her life that she should’ve kept to herself.

A few weeks ago, I told you about a guy I currently work with who believes he’s an outdoorsman because a Facebook quiz told him he was a redneck and he watched hunting videos.

I’m starting to think these two people are related in some way because he’s started telling me things about himself, and his personal life, that I never wanted to know and shouldn’t be told to anyone else. Not only did he tell me, I heard him telling other people (who looked just as disturbed as I was) these things as well. Normally, I don’t believe in inflicting discomfort on others, but in this case since I had to hear this crap, I’m forwarding the TMI to you all too.

In the past few weeks, he’s told me the following:

* He and his newlywed wife haven’t had sex in over two weeks.

* When they do have sex, because they are religious and don’t believe in using condoms, their preferred method of birth control is pulling out.

* On their honeymoon, he injured his neck somehow, so he bought his wife a vibrator to use if his neck was hurting too badly to perform his duties.

* He was going to an interview for a second job straight from clocking out at our place of employment. He told me he wasn’t going to poop until after it was over because he’s a bigger guy, which means he sometimes has problems completely wiping his butt, and he didn’t want to go to his interview smelling like crap.

None of that was anything I wanted to hear. I tried walking away when he was telling me these things, but he kept following me. I’m also still new enough at my job that being openly rude to someone (by telling them to shut the hell up) could end up biting me in the behind.

The End

by Revis Edgewater

He pecked at his keyboard furiously. You’d think with as much as he wrote, he’d be better at typing than he was, but he was still terrible. It didn’t matter. He had to get the rest out before he lost it. There were only fifty more words to go.

These were the finishing touches to a month long writing exercise that he wasn’t sure he’d finish. Now that he was close, he wanted to get it done quickly. He wanted to go out on a high note. Was this it? Was this right? Did this really work?

The end.

Song Lyric Stories- Fade In/Fade Out

by Revis Edgewater

This episode of SLS is a little different than the previous ones. This time, I picked the lyrics myself instead of being prompted by one of my awesome readers. I’ll get back to the prompts next time, but I had a month’s worth of posts to write, so I changed it up a little bit with some lyrics from a Nothing More song.

“I have watched you fade in, you will watch me fade out. When the grip leaves my hand, I know you won’t let me down.” Nothing More – Fade In/Fade Out

“I’ve done it, Father,” he announced as he strolled into the throne room triumphantly. “I have led our army to victory against the Awntish.”

He knew that runners had already beaten him back to the castle with the news, but he enjoyed making a grand entrance because it embarrassed his dad. Despite being mid-day, however, his father’s throne was empty. Surprised, he looked around for someone to ask what was going on. His father’s steward entered the room, saw who had made the noise, ran up to him, and bowed. “Prince Wellton,” the steward began.

“Where is he?” Wellton interrupted.

“Your Highness, you may want to prepare yourself…”

“Where is he?” Wellton yelled.

“In his bedchamber.”

Wellton rushed out of the room and ran to his father’s bedchamber. When he got there, his father was in his bed, surrounded by healers. They scrambled to get out of his way as he approached. His heart broke when he was finally close enough to see his father’s condition. The king was rail thin, pale, and appeared to be incredibly weak. Wellton wrapped his hand around his father’s, but made sure to be careful. He was afraid that if he squeezed at all, he may break bones.

“Father,” he said with tears running down his cheeks. “What’s wrong with you?”

The king opened his eyes, saw his son by his bedside, and smiled, revealing wrinkles that Wellton hadn’t seen before. “I got old,” the king chuckled before having a coughing fit.

“I wasn’t gone that long.”

“I’ve been old for a long time now. You just never noticed it before. When you’re with someone every day, you don’t see how they change over time. It wasn’t until you were away from me that you saw it.”

Wellton shook his head in denial. “Why haven’t the healers cured you yet?”

“There is no cure, magical or otherwise, for time. It’s a foe none of us can defeat.”

More tears flowed. Wellton knew his father had given up and was just waiting on death to claim him. “What will I do without you?”

“You will do what you’ve always done,” the king responded in a voice continuously growing weaker. “You will protect our kingdom from invaders, just like you did against the Awntish. You will be a fair and just king, just as you were a fair and just prince. You will be a good husband to your wife and a good father to my granddaughter, and any other child you may have after I’m gone.”

“I don’t know if I can do all that without you here to guide me.”

With a squeeze of his hand, the king whispered, “I know you can.”

Wellton felt his father’s hand go limp. He looked into the king’s eyes, but there was no life left in them. His father, the king, was gone. He began sobbing uncontrollably. The healers hurried to get out of the room, leaving the prince to his grief. Once they were gone, Wellton brought his father’s hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I won’t let you down, Father. I promise.”