I’m back!

I took a break from writing for a little while, had to get ready for school this year. I’m pleased to announce that i’m back and writing for fun, fame, and glory! The Cautionary Tale of Butch Black was a reasonable success, so now i’m onto the next title!

To Anyone Whom is Reading This: 

I would very much like to hear what you think I should work on next! the books I am torn between are listed below:

Quinque: The story of a family sucked into Hell, on the way back from Gatorworld. This family of five may be having the worst luck imaginable, but that’s not to say they won’t give the demons and the monsters a little Hell of their own.

Caenogenesis, Attis: book 3: This is the third installment of my first series ever written. This book showcases Attis and Charette’s last days on earth as they finally face the director of Forge

Black Wonderland: The second and final book in the Butch Black story. This story takes us inside the Black diary and explains the history of the book and what lies beyond. We get to hear more about Jesse White and Butch in a strange and dangerous new world.

My Christmas as a human

As a writer, I am always thinking of new stories and ideas. But today isn’t the day for that. Today isn’t the day to drift off, to traverse worlds beyond ours. On this Christmas eve night, I will spend my time here and now, with my family and friends. I hope you all can do the same. I challenge everyone to put it all aside and remember why we do what we do. Be here and now – the rest of year is coming. There will be plenty of time to write that next chapter, or to program those last few lines of code. I challenge you to be a person for tonight and the day that follows, I know I plan to.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.

Butch Black: year one

Day 1: Finally, I am gainfully employed. I can say that I, Butch Bartholemul Black, am a contributing member of society. Sure, I may work for World-Mart, but this is just a stepping stone! In about a year, I’ll be going back to school… Yup, only temporary.

Day 2: They sure do expect a lot of the new hires, and with very little training! I just got on the floor and already my boss has me stocking shelves! The people in charge must see potential in me, too bad I won’t be staying long

Day 3: Dropped a box on my foot today; nothing else to report.

Day 4: Half of the crew that I hired on with has vanished. They quit or have gone inexplicably missing. Yeah, you run away, more glory for me.

Day 5: It’s Friday! Time for me to take it easy — or so I thought. My boss saw it fit to give me two aisles tonight. My back is killing me — feeling dehydrated. Is this what separates the best from the rest?
Maybe I should put in applications elsewhere…

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The cautionary tale…

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Day 10: The disorganization of this place is getting to me. I thought that the store I came from was a bit chaotic, but this-this is madness. Being as it is now my job to be aware of all inventory in my department, I decided to venture into the back room of this concrete monolith. The expression upon my coworker’s faces told me that I may not be coming back, still, I had little choice.

Oh gods help me…

 

Day 11: Dehydrated and feeling a slight onset of what may become legionare’s disease, I escaped the gulag known as receiving. How this store functions is beyond my understanding, pallets upon pallets piled unto rows of creaking steel that seemed to touch the clouds. I climbed until my legs felt like Jello, just to get a glimpse of what may lie within one of the wrapped, teetering behemoths. I could hear the shouts below. “Get down from there, you’re going to die!” they cried, but I was driven. Now I know, though I wish I didn’t… The pallets contain hundreds of items covered in dust and filth, most of them from companies that no longer exist. No order, only blind, ignorant chaos. The smell of rotten meat nearly knocked me from my ladder roost, likely the odor of the half eaten ham sandwich wedged between two cases of expired lima beans. Or was it the desiccated carcass of that stray cat crushed below a case of family-size, canned yams? Poor kitty, chances are he came looking for a free meal.

I hope that he found it delicious, for it was his last…

 

Day 12: Doesn’t seem like people in my position get a weekend, not here anyways. I feel like I missed what was supposed to be mine, hard to tell, days seem to be bleeding together now.

 

Day 13: I really don’t want to talk about what happened today, maybe next week…

This has been an excerpt from “The cautionary tale of Butch Black” act 2: Goodbye yellow brick road. I hope you had fun. If you did, tell your friends. Goodnight.

As promised, an excerpt from Quinque

“Sounds like music,” Ella replied, her ears and eyes searching for a memory. “If I’m not musically challenged, that’s a Thorogood song.”

Ted smirked at her and nodded. Music was better than the sounds of their footsteps, or the wild beasts that lurked out there.

Fueled by thoughts of a cold drink, or gas, or, in Ken’s case, another fried snack, the five hastened their pace.

For about a quarter mile the stale bread went on. The trees grew thicker and more so. Then, the trail stopped abruptly, and Ted looked vexed to say the least.

“Trail’s gone,” he said. “I can still hear the music. Come on.”

“How could a car get through—?” Ella wondered aloud.

“I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but we need to get up outta these woods, and soon,” Ted cut in, flashing her a concerned glance.

Bing began to dance and awkward dance. He didn’t move like anyone should, ever. “What’s wrong with you boy? You got a chigger in your pants or what?” Ted asked.

“I can’t hold it anymore!” Bing blurted. “Be right back!”

With no choice left, he stumbled a few feet into the trees for privacy.

 

 

 

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Bing felt unbelievably stupid for separating. He prized his above average intelligence above most things.

When you gotta go, and so on…

He wasn’t picky about the tree, on which he’d relieve himself. Even with a shy bladder, he would go in front of his brothers in this kind of situation; however, peeing in front of Ella always struck him as impolite.

As he reached down to unzip, the thin teenager’s hands looked pale as always, yet there was something different about them. They looked almost healthy.

He looked at them closely, just as the discoloration gave way to vibrant flesh before his eyes. It surprised Bing so much that he almost ‘went’ without a proper exit.

Bing shrugged it off. A trick of moonlight he thought. Peeing was most important, followed by returning safely.

The leaves below crackled as they normally should. The distant music covered the sound just enough to keep his embarrassment in check.

The crunching grew louder. He wondered why the sound began to build.

The boy looked down as a loud CRACK came from below.

A massive hand burst from the underbrush, a claw large enough to close around his thigh.

 

This was an excerpt from “Quinque” chapter two: One bourbon, one scotch, one beer. I hope you enjoyed this little tidbit. If you did, please share it with as many as possible. Thank you

J.B. Maynard

Okay, so I goofed.

I have learned a lot about writing in the last couple of weeks. I didn’t give Alacrity the care that it needed, the care that it deserved, in order to be great. My launch title, as well as, Butch Black, and Quinque, are getting the quality time and proofing they require. I look forward to sharing excerpts from both, Quinque, and Butch Black, with you tonight.
Stay tuned…

About the author…

This post is to let you know a little about me.

My name is Jason B. Maynard. I am 34 years old and a Leo.

I love pizza and have an addiction to fried foods. That is not to say that I have them all the time; actually, most of the time, my family and I are quite health conscious.

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I work out 4 times a week at gime fitness; it’s technically not a gym; more like a wellness center.

My favorite movies are usually kinda on the darker side:
Dawn of the dead, army of darkness, ong bak, just to name a few

My family and I go to Halloween horror nights every year; it’s kind of a tradition. I’m not a roller coaster fan at all, but the haunted houses are a nice adrenaline rush!

Anyway,  that’s a little about the author. If any of you have comments or blogs of your own to share, please email me at
Jodanryujin@gmail.com

Excerpts from Alacrity: Cat and Mouse

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“That was unpleasant…” Attis pulled his face out of the tree and stumbled around a bit, until his sensors decided to catch up. He struggled to get his bearings in these new surroundings. There were massive trees to his left and right. The ground had been made soft by the falling leaves beneath his feet. This was the place alright. Civilization was just on the other side of this beautiful wooded area of the park. Some people jogged and walked along the 3 mile trail, others sat on benches for a quick bite, maybe just to unwind a little before the end of lunch hour. In either case, not a soul seemed to notice the spectacle that had just come sailing in behind the foliage. He came out into the open, picking leaves and twigs from his shirt. Attis looked around at the chosen location.

Kendall Park didn’t seem like much, just a typical park outside the woods. Trails, exercise stops, a handful of ball-courts, nothing special. People did enjoy having free access to computer terminals throughout the park. Coupled with Kendall’s free Wifi access, this park sort of felt like an outdoor library, Attis assumed the pavilions would protect the exposed technology from the elements.

“Alright, nature, internet, this has to be the place.” With that he pulled out his cell. “Come on, I win, what now?!”

“Beep beep!”

 

“Now yer just showing off lolzzz. You can’t say that wasn’t fun!! As we speak you are trying to trace this message. That’s pretty impressive, no equipment, no nothing?! Man I would love to see how your head works… Too bad you’ll never get a fix on me, I’ve been watching you for years, do you think I didn’t prepare for this?!”

 

The cell phones taunts were unappreciated. Attis used his vast repertoire of senses to trace any signal that he may have received.

“Got it!” he said. “No wait, ok now I got… No wait.” Various cell phones and other mobile devices pinged one after another throughout the crowded park. One after another they rang out all at once. People answered them confounded by an irritating static sound that awaited them on the other end. Attis had no way to get a real fix on him… or did he?

“Good luck with that… Now, unto the next trial, you do eventually have to go back to work sir, so I would just play the game if I were you.”

 

 

 

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As the man known as Jephetto clicked send, he grinned and took a sip from his hydration bladder. It was rare that he felt so thoroughly amused with himself. Cradled by bark and leaves, he felt safe and ready to take on A.T.T.I.S. in round two of this insane game. Jeph looked into a handheld monitor, hoping for a shot of his targets frustrated scowl.

“Oh Frak, where’d he go?!” he said, whipping out a pair of military grade binoculars. How could this have happened? He’d lost him, how could he have lost Attis? The mad genius only took his eyes off of his prey for only a second. Suddenly leaves ripped into the air creating an autumn tunnel behind him. The determined Attis alkaline was carving a path up the hill and straight for him. Energy levels became critically low. The mad dash from earlier, expended more of his resources than he at first realized. “Not bad Attis!! How did you find me?!!” shouted Jephetto.

“Please, I could kill a man with my cellphone.” Attis gloated. “Tracing a bouncing cell signal isn’t so tough! I took them all out at once!! Accept for yours of course. The only idiot, up in a tree and separate from everyone else!” Attis rushed in, eager to finally meet his maker. “Now come down here, I won!!” Jephetto looked down at his flashing, and now viral phone and felt the gravity of what was about to happen.

“Not really ready for a confrontation just yet.” he replied. “Still have some more tests to run my mechanical friend!!” He cried out from the treetops then raised both of his arms in concentration. Alkaline could see movement, and something resembling a humanoid shape, but he’d be damned if he could make out anything else.

“Something’s off, I should be able to tell this guy’s height, weight, age, everything…” Attis cursed his failing sensors for letting him down at the worst possible time. Brambles fell like snow before a blinding storm. They came in waves so intense that they started to push back the machine against his will.

“You should’ve played by the rules!!” screamed Jephetto, just as two large branches ripped savagely from the mighty tree. Like a pair of dueling javelins, they flew directly toward Attis, carving a swath through the wall of floating leaves. Through the obscurity it was a miracle that Alkaline even spotted them at all.

“Oh shit!” he jumped backward, narrowly escaping the first spear. His body only had time to shift and lean dexterously to the left, in the hopes of dodging the second.

‘Rip!’

The branch stuck deep into the ground at his feet and behind him. Attis looked down at the gash across his ribs. It was nice to have avoided being impaled however this was rapidly becoming a problem. Before he could even recover, another deadly limb went soaring for him, and another, Jephetto wasn’t going to stop until Attis was destroyed. He took off in a sprint for the nearest tree and dove behind it.

‘Thump, thump, thump!’

Three of them stuck into his wooded cover several inches deep.

“What the hell are you doing?!! I thought this was a test!!” yelled Attis at the top of his lungs.

“This IS your test! And don’t think hiding behind that tree will save ya!!” The ground shook, Attis looked sharply to his right and left, insistent that the next attack would come from the sides, or maybe below. By its nature, this contest was to play out like a game of chess, and in such a match, false anticipation can be a foolish and fatal mistake.

“Aaaacckkk!!” A thick tendril snaked its way down and around the tree, grabbing Attis around the throat like hangman’s noose. As much as he pulled and pried at the vines, they gave no quarter and only squeezed tighter. “I am going to have to kill him… I am going to have to kill Jephetto. Something’s wrong, why is he acting like this?” Attis mind raced. The iron-like noose was so tight now, that it started to crush something vital at the pit of his throat. Why were the plants this strong? Was it this psycho’s energy that made the soft tendrils act like boat cables? All the same, either he acted now, or it may all be over. Attis slid his finger slowly across the vine. Sparks flew from the keen edge of his torch.

‘Snap!’

It worked. Mr. A could barely believe that it worked, as he fell to one knee. His eyes peered around the tree that he once thought to be safety, and spotted the source of his problems. Jephetto was still up there. Attis could not see anything, aside from the branches and leaves but he knew his enemy had to be there. With every bit of power that he could summon, Alkaline ran for the tree’s root. The muscles in his core bulged and tightened. Attis bit his lip, the tree wasn’t the only thing he could see, and it had to be destroyed. Mr. A threw his arm back and…“YYAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

‘Boom!!’

Fountains shook as people stopped to drink from them. Benches nearest to the epicenter rattled disrupting any notion of a peaceful lunch break. Attis fist connected upon the old tree with such force that even the local wildlife fled, as they knew this place was no longer a refuge, but a battleground.

On the subject of retail…

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Retail is a cold machine designed to sell, sell, sell. People mean nothing; their only purpose is to serve the machine. If one cog ceases to work properly, it must be removed and replaced, and the retail engine keeps plugging along

Butch Black is such a gear. He is the gremlin in the cockpit, the fly in the ointment, the… um… well you get the picture.

Just because retail claimed another good man’s soul, doesn’t mean he was always this way. He could have been any of us; your best friend, brother or coworker.

The next time you go to publix to order a sub, if you stop by Wal-Mart, just pick up some dish soap; give the nearest employee a hug. Tell that associate, it’s not worth your sanity. Tell them what happens when the darkness is all you can relate to; when you start talking to the rats.

Finally,  before you check out; tell that cashier, the one with the soulless,  slack expression, to quit.
Just pick up and leave right this second. If she doesn’t,  he’ll come for her.

The monster seeks to free all those who have suffered like him. He is the destroyer of an endless routine, the enemy of structure.

Butch Black will save you, but at what cost?

Do not get caught in his wake. Run retail slaves, run for your lives

Agni

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Agni: the inner fire.
We all have drive,  determination, but how many of us have the will to persevere?

It shouldn’t necessarily take having your relatives slaughtered by bottom-feeding Olvidados to get your neck up.

I guess what I’m trying to say is; whatever it is you want, whatever it is you’re working towards, keep at it. Be it a new career, the next great innovation, a black belt, or a mastery over ALCHEMY by way of community college courses; be sure to dig in. If you fall seven times, get up eight. You’re only as good as you —- you are, as mighty as you allow yourself to be.

It’s time to decide, do you have Agni in your belly?

Get back to me when you do…