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The Castlehom Chronicles 1.01

That’s right 1.01 the first revision erazed almost all of my Posts (starbadger) but none of our first editor: Elisabeth Thrush. I had to do that because what is happening is so much better than I expected back in January. The Stories to be told are being lived. Her Husband is laid off when Mercedes give up on building cars in AMerica and she’s putting together a cleaning Co. I won’t be surprised becomes a national franchise. The next editor coming on board is going through a total life reset. He and his wife, university graduates and homeowners are wiped out, ten years into the perfect life they both lose their jobs and the house is foreclosed. They are buying an RV and there will be despatches from the road and Wal-Mart Parking Lot. This is going to the #1 reality site on the Net. Most of the editors are young and they have to fix the world as it is where they live. A few of us are so old we are surprised we have a pulse. Me for example. The only rule here is that there is no “we and they”. All six billion of us are in this together and everyone has a story. Most of humankind will be too busy to write. We are the lucky few. We have to get the simple story out and yes the Internet can be the critical difference - we are so close to “all together now”. Either this is the last century or the first century of humans waking up to what Buddha and Christ and My Uncle Joe used to say. Sorry to end on silly but the end of man is hardly the end of the earth. Species have been coming and going from the beginning of life on earth about a half billion years ago. Part of my putting Castlehom together in the first place was a reaction to that best selling book about “what if humans went away”. My money is that the animals that live under foot would be the next species to have a go and my money is on racoons. I like rats but too small and crows - I don’t think so. Hands matter. Bats are a long shot. Once the racoons figure out how to open jars of peanut butter, tin cans will be easy and then they’ve got all they need to be get to where we are now but in less time than it took us. That book has been written. Castlehom is no less than the site to wake up the sleepers. All together now.

Posted 2 years, 5 months ago at 9:56 am.

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Whoever wrote this – is welcome here.

… not to be, if it was stupid," said Mike. "Well, how about this afternoon?" "I’ll come and meet you at the old place, about half-past two." This was agreed to; and, full of anticipations about the examination of the farther cave, they parted, leaving Carnach junior apparently fast asleep upon the grey stone. Just as Vince reached home he came upon Daygo, who gave him a nod; and the lad flushed as he thought triumphantly of the discoveries they had made, in the face of the old fisherman’s superstitious warnings of terrible dangers.

"Morn’–or art’noon, young gen’leman," said Daygo, by way of salutation.

"Lookye here: I’m going out ’sart’noon to take up my pots and nets, and if you and young squire likes to come, I’ll take you for a sail." "Where will you take us?" said Vince eagerly. "Oh, round and about, and in and out among the rocks." "Will you sail right away round by the Black Scraw?" "No, I just won’t," growled the old man fiercely. "What do you want to go round about the Scraw for?" "To see what it’s like, and find some of the terrible currents and things you talked about, Joe." "Lookye here, my lad," growled the old fellow, "as I told you boys afore, I want to live as long as I can, and not come to no end, with the boat bottom uppards and me sucked down by things in the horrid whirlypools out there. Why, what would your mars and …

this from (try and email him or her please)

Wenrick  lubberliness@zvcmortsel.be

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Every day I get at least 20 emails with what appears to be a fragment of a story. If memory serves it is usually to one of the animals – this was to raymond@castlehom.com

 

If any one reading this could leave a comment explaining what it is about please do so.  3mischief This is so weird.  Why are these three laughing.  I bet they know what is going down, up or sideways.

Posted 2 years, 5 months ago at 9:06 am.

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