Novella 17500 >= 40000 Words

Of Ping Pong Ball Interdimensional Diplomacy

It seems it sort of started innocently enough, I guess – I don’t know.

All it took was two ingredients:  Hank and that old tree in his back yard.  How the old tree entered in what happened, you could understand, considering all the weird stories that have been told through the years about it. 

F**k Up ~ Part 3

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I wheel my protest sign up to the 3rd floor. These sweetheart nurses are not so sweet now. "That is just ........ lovely."
 
I am halfway through Ob-Gyn when Miles catches up to me. "Goddamn it Roger! They'll fire you for sure for this!"
 
"I know, but Vince really needed this. Someone had to tell that swine off!"
 
"Security to second floor." says a voice from overhead.
 
"But what about the position this puts me in? I sure don't want to be the one who has to hold you for the sheriffs. Just put that away and get your ass off the grounds. And I think you need to find yourself some other place to stay..."
 
F**k uP
 
by Ronnie Prima
  
 PART 3: CIGARS AND TRIPES FOREVER
 

F**k Up ~ Part 2

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My immediate boss was Vince, a hunched little character in a flat top who looked alarmingly like my father. Same basic face, like my dad had been put through a shrinking machine- one of those older models that left its payload oddly distorted; long dwarf's torso with a crease in the middle like he could fold up + fit in a suitcase going yapyapyapyapyap! A long term navy man who had LUXURIATED in that whole routine, everything "Sir/Yes Sir!" and polishing the widget-mounts; A fundamental intolerance for spontenaity or surprises ............ And with his anchor tattoos, cartoon New Yoiky accent and lumpy bald dome I soon came to think of him as Popeye. Only without the chuckle, the goodness or the heart ........... Eye Pop the evil Anti.
 
F**k uP
by Ronnie Prima
 
 
PART TWO: WURZAT ROSITA?
 
 

F**k Up ~ Part 1

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Occasionally I go spend the day at the old deserted airport ....... Signal Hill is pretty neat too- a barren hump covered with seesawing pumps, rusty oil tanks and the foundations of long-demolished houses ........ There is an ugly bar at a bowling alley I go to in the morning when no one bowls. But since it's so much cheaper to go drink in some park, bars are really not an option for me ....... And those gay ones I used to go to don't interest me, since I pretty much gave up on the whole idiot notion of sex ...... Nor am I interested in the fellowship of "others of my kind", since I'm no longer sure that I even HAVE a kind...
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F**k uP
by Ronnie Prima
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PART ONE: THE TYRANNY OF COMMON SENSE
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Too Much of a Goodyear Thing ~ Part 3

THE EXCITING CONCLUSION!!

A beleaguered sexual minority leads a high tech revolt against the evil Bruno's dictatorship. Will Tommy ever find his way back to reality? Or is THIS reality? Is FRFS (False Running Fantasy Syndrome) a legitimate diagnosis or merely a pop-psych fad? Is our dear Rosalie a true revolutionist or a double agent? Wow, is that a jetpack?! And what's John Williams doing with his Willie Johnson hanging out? It's all just...

 
TOO MUCH OF A GOODYEAR THING
 
by Laika Pupkino
 
  PART 3:  BLOWS AGAINST THE EMPIRE

Too Much of a Goodyear Thing ~ Part 2

While this story is intended as humorous some may find 

Too Much of a Goodyear Thing ~ Part 1

WARNING: While this story is intended as humorous some may find its coarse language & raunchy situations offensive...

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