Veronica Volt - Mon, 03/13/2017 - 5:21pm
Luka stepped out of the lab door and breathed deep the fresher air outside. The lab was not smelling so good. He was beginning to suspect the moisture making mud, perfect for shampoos, or so the Traveller guy had told to him, the mud which smelled of creeper dung, was creeper dung.
Veronica Volt - Mon, 02/27/2017 - 5:49pm
On the top of a small hill near the town of Spider Hill, but far away from the spider nests, a group of pale faced people stood in circle around a fresh grave. Light rain fell from the cloudy sky and from the pale faces, the eyes cried eyeliner. For some the hands were raised to brows, for others they waved in front of them and gripped air with grief. A few sobbed silently on anothers shoulders. All were brought together in silent sorrow, grief displayed with gesture and expression. Every movement clearly made with a wave of the hand, a turn of the arm, a lowering of the head.
Veronica Volt - Thu, 02/16/2017 - 6:46pm
Veronica open the door a little, looked out and then shut it again.
'There is one on the other side of the door,' she whispered to Susan who stood behind her with the others.
'What do they want?' Susan whispered back.
'I do not know,' Veronica whispered a reply.
'Why are you whispering?' Charlie asked loudly.
'Sssshhh!' Veronica and Susan both said.
Veronica opened the door. A woman with a very pale face stood outside. She was wearing a striped top and beret like the others. She raised a hand and waved.
Veronica Volt - Thu, 02/09/2017 - 6:37pm
'They have surrounded the building!' Veronica exclaimed when Susan ran down the staircase. Susan ran to a window and looked out. Outside, two of the strange pale face creatures were waving hands in the air. One seem to be feeling for rain and then opened its Umbrella, invisible of course. The other began to dance, one hand holding down on its beret.
SH_Station - Sun, 02/05/2017 - 6:41pm
Here is Susan Grindel of Spider Hill Radio with a special report. As our listeners know, there has been encounters with-
Ummm, sorry... our engineer thinks they are aliens, but the truth is, we do not know who are the strange pale face people seen in Spider Hill. We have seen them around the station building, we have seen them make strange hand waving, we have seen the strange striped tops and berets. Now, our newest reporter, Mr Luke Redeye, has volunteered to go outside to investigate. Luke, can you hear us?
Veronica Volt - Mon, 01/30/2017 - 7:46pm
'Can you hear anything?' Susan Grindel, one of the radio station main broadcasters, asked.
'No,' Veronica said listening to the door. 'Nothing.'
'Perhaps they have gone,' Susan said.
'Only is one way to be sure,' Veronica responded. She opened the door. A pale face with a beret stared back, Veronica gasped and quickly shut the door. 'No, still there.'
'Let us look from above,' Susan said. Veronica followed her up the staircase.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 01/24/2017 - 7:15pm
Veronica stopped the buggy, jumped out and began to walk towards the building containing the Spider Hill Radio control room. Her eyes danced left and right to the ground so to avoid meeting anything with eight legs when suddenly she bumped into someone. She looked up. It was a man wearing a striped white and red top and a red beret.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 01/10/2017 - 7:57pm
'I am Luka Fosburgh,' Luka said to the man behind the counter in the New Flagstaff Franklin Rider Officer. 'I was told you have a letter for me but it needs the payment.'
The man behind the counter looked at Luka noticing his slightly wet hair, freshly washed, he thought, looks soft, nice shine. 'Luka... yes...Luka. Something back there. I will fetch it.' He wandered to the storage area for what seemed to Luka like ten minutes but was really two, and returned with something in his hand. 'We need five blue please. The sender forgot to pay.'
Veronica Volt - Sun, 12/25/2016 - 8:05pm
Houses do not usually talk. Veronica knew this. She jumped out of the buggy again, looked back to the house hidden in the darkness and listened. Nothing. Just the wind. Veronica was about to get back into the buggy when she heard it again.
It was not the wind. It was a voice.
'Help me. Please. I can hear you out there,' the voice called again from the house.
'Hallo?' Veronica called in reply. 'Is anyone there?'
'Over here,' returned the voice. 'The house. Inside the house.'
Veronica Volt - Mon, 12/12/2016 - 5:50pm
'Are you sure?' Luka asked walking around the rock on which Veronica sat.
'Yes,' Veronica replied. 'The mechanic said on the radio that he will send someone.'
Luka stopped walking and looked at the buggy. Silent and still. 'Perhaps you could try it again?' he suggested.
'We have tried it four time already,' Veronica said. 'Something is wrong, it needs the Mechanic to examine it.'
'Did you check the fuel?' Luka asked.
'It is electric,' Veronica said. 'Battery not fuel.'
Veronica Volt - Tue, 11/29/2016 - 6:52pm
Veronica and Sharky stood outside the cave looking at the enterance.
'This is it,' Sharky said. 'The home of a huge Sasquatch.'
'The cave looks like a throat,' Veronica said.
'With a huge hand on top of it,' Sharky added. 'See, it even has a thumb.'
'Yes, You are right!' Veronica responded seeing it also.
'A big hand for a big foot,' Sharky chuckled.
'And a big throat,' Veronica added.
'But is it deep?' Sharky said quietly.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 11/01/2016 - 8:59pm
It was Halloween and the gloom of the evening seemed to be alive with mischief. Or so Veronica liked to imagine. As she stood in Lukas lab in New Flagstaff she glanced over to the carved pumpkin near the window. Well, it was not really a pumpkin, more a oversize tainted vegetable of some kind. Actually it was not really carved, more hacked to some hideous form by the enthusiasm of Veronica but with very limited skill. She smiled. It really was hideous. Luka hated it but it quite is the resemblance of him she thought.
Veronica Volt - Wed, 10/19/2016 - 6:13pm
'Calling Window Washer. Calling Window Washer. Hallo? Are you there?' Veronica stopped and listened to the radio. No response. She glanced out of the garage to the Picus gate, illuminated by guard light in the night, before returning to try the radio again. 'Calling Window Washer. This is Purple Pigeon. Are you-'
'Veronica is that you?' returned a voice within the crackle of static.
'Shh... Do not use my real name!' Veronica responded urgently.
'Oh yes... I forgot about that Veronica,' crackled the voice again.
'Fenster! No real names!'
Veronica Volt - Tue, 09/13/2016 - 7:13pm
T PLUS SIX MINUTES
Sharkdog glanced out from the garage towards the gate of Picus Ridge. Where was she? Surely she must be here soon. He would have joined her, but the Techs there always seem to be suspicious of him. He walked about impatiently and then looked outside again. Something purple was approaching, fast. 'Sharky! Sharky where are you?' he could hear her calling. He walked outside.
Veronica ran up to him, breathing rapidly and covered in something. 'We must go!' she screamed. 'We must go now! Run!'
Veronica Volt - Thu, 06/30/2016 - 7:46pm
'The veranda of the Black Beer Bar,' Sharky told her on the radio, 'is a good place to watch the storm.'
It was. Veronica found Sharky already sitting on the bench on the veranda. They watched the storm, the charge of electricity in the air, the sound of the thunder, the flashes of the lightning.
After the storm, they went into the Black Beer Bar to have some food.
'The Jerky for me please,' Sharky said to Tex behind the counter before turning his head to Veronica and asking "And you? What would you like?'
Veronica Volt - Sun, 06/19/2016 - 4:43pm
'He called you Missy?' Sharky asked.
'No, messy' Veronica replied. 'He said messy. Me! My corner is tidy unlike the rest of his storeroom.'
'I am sure he likes you paying rent, so he cannot complain too much,' Sharky pointed out.
Veronica was not listening. 'Messy! He is always losing things, not me. Except the hat day...'
'The hat day?' Sharky asked puzzled.
'The day my hat was missing.'
'The purple one.'
Sharky sighed and decided not to make the obvious comment. 'Did you find it?' he asked.
Engel - Sun, 05/22/2016 - 3:17am
Veronica Volt - Thu, 05/12/2016 - 5:07pm
'Ut ois bei Ohahsiz ahn Syidyar Yill,' she explained. 'Ahy yent yere ahn mah bahgy. Tah bahgy ahs mahsh lahgahg spahs fah tahls ahrnd ahkipmahnt.'
A brief pause before continuing.
'Ah ahreifed aht tah bahnker ahn zaw tah ahntarna ahn dah rahf. Thrah wahz ah lahdah baht yit wahz fahri- aahhh ah fahgaht tah sah ah wahnt anzeid baht tah dahrs tah fah stahps wahz shaht. Ah eih ahd tah spahk tah fah mahn insahd yahzing ah mahkerfohn nah tah dahr. Iyt wahz fahree strahng.'
Veronica Volt - Thu, 05/05/2016 - 5:34pm
Veronica got out of the buggy and looked up toward the sign.
'LIFENET Making Eternal Life Affordable Cheap'
A joke? A protest? What of clones? Are they cheap?
Veronica shrugged. Not cheap but affordable and she was getting paid by someone called Kaylee to do this job. Repair the antenna she said, on the roof of the bunker.
Hyle Troy - Sun, 04/17/2016 - 2:57am
Ohhh Noooo !...
While exploring. Hyle Sharky and Veronica make a terrible discovery...
(( Little fun picture for Sharky and V V ))
Veronica Volt - Mon, 04/11/2016 - 5:18pm
"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."
'What are we going to do Dude? I mean... will she dissolve or something?'
The geologist known as Rocky looked to his Vista friend. 'What? What the hell are you talking about?'
'She is one of those collar wearerers dude. They dissolve if they... you know... when they... you know... if they... you know...'
Veronica Volt - Tue, 03/29/2016 - 7:16am
"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
Albert Einstein, Smithsonian, February 1979
Veronica knocked on the door. From inside she could hear loud music but no response to her knock. She knocked again. Nothing. She pushed the door open a little and peered inside. The room was thick with smoke. 'Is anyone there?' she called. Someone was in there. 'Hallo?' she called again louder, 'Anyone there?'
Veronica Volt - Tue, 02/16/2016 - 7:42pm
The secret agent struggled but the straps were too strong. He was firmly attached to the table. Nearby the machine was quiet with a hint of menace to come.
'It is no use struggling Mr Bond,' said a man in a white suit before pulling a huge lever. The machine began to hum and then pulse of electrical sparks which danced all over it.
'What are you going to do with me?' Bond asked hiding fear and concern from his voice, ever professional.
'Give to you a little encouragement,' the man said with an evil grin.
Veronica Volt - Thu, 02/04/2016 - 7:32pm
It stands there always. Sometime alone. Sometime with others. Some feed it. Many visit it. In rain it stand, in sun, in day, in night. Guardian of the secrets within. Keeper of the mysteries shrouded in paper and string.
Veronica walked over to it and stood in front of it. Was it in there? She thought to herself. Had it arrived? A man nearby glanced in her direction. A woman stopped talking to her friend and turned to see what would happen. Two people walking stopped to watch. Excitement. Anticipation. Veronica opened the mailbox. Slowly. Carefully...
Veronica Volt - Sun, 11/29/2015 - 6:37pm
Outside a building in Picus Ridge a wheelbarrow stood, the wheel not quite straight, the handles not quite level. A purple blur rushed into the building slamming shut the door with a bang.
'What were you thinking?' Veronica screamed at the three Techs, Das, Fenster, Brett, who were leaning against the window sill.
Veronica Volt - Wed, 11/18/2015 - 6:32pm
'Hi Vee Vee!' Das said as Veronica walked into the room in Picus closing the door behind her.
'Hi Guys,' Veronica said cheerfully to the three, Das, Fenster, Brett, who were standing against the window sill.
Fenster seemed occupied with his own thoughts. He looked over to Veronica 'Oh, it is you,' he said without enthusiasm.
'Ignore him,' Brett said to Veronica. 'Ignore who?' Veronica asked.
Veronica Volt - Sat, 10/31/2015 - 2:48pm
They are like monuments to the previous age, a reminder to when people would travel across the country each person with a purpose, a reason, a destination. Their name so descriptive of their function.
Charlotte - Sun, 09/20/2015 - 11:01am
Charlotte dreamt of distorted images conjured from recent events.
She dreamt the woman from Last Stop disappeared in a flurry of canine teeth and matted fur. She observed the death with a strange numbness. Observing the woman torn apart while sharing a can of peaches in the company with the biggest mutant anyone ever laid their eyes on.
Once the screams died down and the wild dogs continued to devour the woman, Charlotte and the mutant laughed at comic books.
Engel - Sat, 08/01/2015 - 8:57am
Beau tavern, New Flagstaff
Veronica Volt - Tue, 07/28/2015 - 7:54pm
The door of the Oilville science lab slammed open and Erik "Stains" Hagman stepped out. He took a deep breathe of the polluted air and held up a jar of green murky liquid. He examined it in the light.