[SUM] - 3,4Methylenedioxymethamphetamine

... also known as:
 (RS)-1-(benzo[d][1,3]dioxol(-5-yl)-N-methylpropan-2-amine

That's your lesson of chemistry for today... class dismissed.
This is some (mostly) pointless knowledge I carry around with me for about half a year now and you never know when you might need it... in a bar or club, the nearest hospital or police departement... all depends only on you and maybe your profession.

As in the spirit of most Tuesdays I will try to keep it short and the ramblings to a minimum!
What have I been up to? Well... I've been productive. Productive to a degree that I can safely say... I'll get done with 'Loner's Peak' by tomorrow. Yes! You read it right! Tomorrow! Yays!
Which means as much as... the editing can start afterwards. *sigh*
For the moment there are only two more things still missing: the final chapter itself and a brief epilogue - which in fact will be no real epilogue (as it's only part one of the series) but more a hint on the story of part II 'Fool's Flight'.

Would be nice to get my other laptop back soon... Would make things from here on out a lot easier.

For the excerpt of today - enjoy (it's another short one - taken from Chapter 19 of 20):


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This is not the time for rationality anymore... it would only be in my way... hindering me from achieving what has turned to be of importance now.
I never felt like this before. My whole body is trembling. I can't tell anymore whether it's because of fear, the rage I feel deep inside or remorse already creeping up on me. In.. in any way I can't step back now.


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Yay for crazy talk!
And I can't wait to get onto the last lines of Richard Jameston in this story... Heck... I can't wait to get it done all in all! But not today... it wouldn't be as good. I already spent most of the last 7 hours on writing and editing today, with brief breaks in between.

As always, thanks for reading!
Marc, the Excited

P.S.: I'll try to get a new kitteh up over the course of the evening... haven't done so in a while.
P.P.S.: Kitteh up

[ST] - h LôøF´rùf

At least that's what I believe it is called.
Greatings everyone to a brand new Friday with a new 450 word-long story for you. Yay, wooh or at least yeah... I hope.

My internet connection seems to has stabilized again after finally managing to d/l the update for my router from the respective update-server yesterday at around 11 a.m. Thankfully running smoothly ever since... aaaaand hopefully continuing to do for quite a while ... although I probably jinxed it now, haven't I? Darn it... I really should learn not to talk about such things all in public...

ANYWAYS as I was saying today is Friday - a great day in the week actually... so calm and relaxing, knowing the weekend's only a few more hours away... yeah. For me this day hasn't quite as much meaning as for others... for one thing because I'm a student (let's face it... which day isn't part of the weekend for a student?) and probably mostly because writing stuff doesn't really bother about week days. And even if sleeping in from Monday night 'till Wednesday morning is nice and all... sometimes you gotta get some work done.
*Hint* *Hint*
Though I highly doubt I'll get Loner's Peak finished still before the end of the month, but I'll try get as far as possible. I can safely say it's only a matter of days as the pieces of the puzzle are now all fallling into place rather nicely, making working on it a lot easier. At least that's how it works for me.

BUT enough of that and let's head over to the Flash-Fiction of today! Enjoy!
(Did I just hear a 'yay' somewhere? No? Hmpf...)


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There you go, I hope you enjoyed this weeks Story Time and feel free to ch...
What are you talking about? Can't read it? But it's perfectly fine... isn't it?
Oh I forgot...
Ah well... at least my laptop should be a-okay with this text as it is, he was the one who decided to convert the original one to this after all... Silly little helicopter...
Just give me a second.


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The blades of our two swords crash together, sending a shock through my arms. 
The sounds they produce are dull, hinting on the condition of the weapon.
I have to admit, mine is far from being as sharp as it once should have been but if you’d manage to land a clean hit, it would surely still do the trick nevertheless. 
A flash of light tears the moment apart as we gather momentum for the next strike.  When lightning burst down from the heavens like this, it usually isn’t a good sign.
It’s a bad omen for a fight...
The claymore rests firmly in my hands.  A fine weapon, crafted to be lead by one hand only, yet if you so desire it can be wielded with both to strengthen the blows dealt.  The thin wooden shield I had been carrying was discarded quickly.  Now it rests somewhere on the ground far to my right.  But why keep it if it serves no real purpose in this battle other than throwing me off my balance?  Besides if my enemy is wielding a two-handed sword it won’t offer much protection in the first place.
The weapon of my foe would just smash through the frail barricade.
My opponent is fierce and his strikes are backed up by power as we trade blows.  I take a turn to my left as I dodge his weapon, dragging my own one behind.  As his blade cuts through empty air I pull my arm up, leading my weapon in a high arc as I am aiming for his head.
Easily he avoids it trapping myself in his little dance of blades.  I parry his first counter attack with ease.  Within a single second my own attack has been turned around, leaving me no choice but to fend off his strikes.  I try to get into my routine again.  If he strikes high, dodge it.  When he attacks low, a short parry should do.  And if he goes directly for your centre..., well block it, dodge it... It doesn’t matter that much.
Or maybe start a counter?  A swift kick to the guts would surely break it up for him, if I...could just... find... the right moment to...
I underestimate his next attack.  It is only a quick step to the right for him to avoid my foot.  I on the other hand lose my balance.  It’s over.  His sword hits my right shoulder.  It doesn’t cut but it sure hurts as hell.  I land on the ground where I remain for a moment as he steps over to me.  The tip of his blade is now directly next to my throat.  ...  He retreats his weapon.  This isn’t about blood anymore.
The sheer number of flashes suddenly erupting indicates how many photos are being taken right now.  The crowd cheers as I get back to my feet and we take out little bow.  It’s all about entertainment. 
He usually beats me. 
But I’ll get him next show, even if it’s the last thing I’ll do!


*~*


Determination!
Now after that has been cleared up, I hope you enjoyed the actual text ... if you liked the first one more, feel free to tell me, the computer surely would appreciate it.
Also don't be shy, feel free to check out the previous Story Times, if you haven't already.

As always thanks for reading! Have a great end of the week.
Marc, the °Ä °Ä Ä?

[RBS] - What a beautiful day it is

..., indeed I dare say.
The week's drawing to a close, the world is turning colder by the day (at least on the northern hemisphere) and Christmas approaches! Yay!(Guess it hasn't been linked often enough already this year) But not to forget that Halloween's also still on the list. Just a little bit more than a week from now... Even more YaY!(Got to love that movie.. should really take the time and watch it again...,  maybe around next week.)

As for I now I'm currently editing a few things on Loner's Peak - so nothing out of the usual and I'm trying to get into the mood for writing more of the actual storyline. I already have the next few chapters all layed out for me in the back of my head, but sometimes it gets a bit tedious. So nothing out of the usual there. And as I already start with the writing stuff again even though I tried to secure the Sundays of the week for more bloggish stuff it seems not to really work out for me. Hrmpf...
Anyways, yesterday I took a day off the writing and editing and went to the anual "Freimarktsumzug" in Bremen. The "Freimarkt" is a two-week long fun fair typical for Bremen, taking place during the last two weeks of October each year. And there is usually a festive procession on one of the weekends during that time - I'm not too sure about the actual sheduling to be honest.
So we had some plain old fun, looking at the different floats, listening to bad music most of the time and standing in the cold. Could have been better - but could have also easily been worse. (There was free beer... if you were quick.)

Also: Spending hours and hour on searching texts and articles for wonderful topics like migration.. or integration.. or education of young children is kinda fun... ... ... No, not really. You got me on that one. But helping out members of the family is a good thing, amiright?

And as a final statement, I'd like to throw out that I still think lots of the things Blizzard Entertainment announced on this years Blizzcon for the upcoming expansion of WoW sounds like late (or early) April's Fools jokes.
But I grew maybe just a bit bitter over the last year or two concerning that particular game... ^^

But enough about me, more thinking about Jonathan Mortinson lies right ahead.
As always thanks for reading my ramblings and have a nice rest of the weekend and a great start into the next one. Adventures await!
Marc, the strawberry-flavored - maybe blood-flavored, but that doesn't quite sound as tasty...