Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 7/29/2015.


Alright, more Chinese old guys. This one comes from the most fame Confucian after Confucius himself. Apparently that’s a thing. Born in 372 B.C. and died in 289 B.C., for all that he was famous about as much is known of him as any of the others:

“Sincerity is the way to heaven.” – Mencius.

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See you all next week!


Tuesday’s tale, 7/29/2015.


Yes, I know it’s a day late. Getting sick is pretty normal for me, but for some reason I seem to get horribly sick on Tuesday’s this year. So I was unable to even get out of bed yesterday, and to make up for it, I’m going to do my two normal posts today. So, five minutes on the clock, and here we go:

He got into the car as Josh got in the driver’s side. It was not the same car Josh had driven him here in… at least he thought not.

“So where to?”

“My house, and then the Oak Lawn Cemetary.”

The Oak Lawn Cemetery abutted the gym where he had been shot. A large, very old, overgrown and rambling place, it was a large part of this location’s back up plan. It was, in fact, the reason he had chosen it as the backup plan.

Josh did not argue, which was good. He was going to be another large part of the plan himself. He might be able to go to the cemetery under disguise, but without at least some backup, it would be dicey. Josh would watch his back, and for no more than the standard fee.

The safe house that Josh knew of was not the same one he’d spent the morning in, which was also a plus. The fact that it was less than 15 minutes away was an even bigger plus. they turned into the mid-afternoon traffic.

And there we go; time is 4 minutes, 38 seconds. See you next week, or later today if you read my quotes.

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 7/22/2015.


Alright, another Chinese philosopher and writer. This one has even less known about him than last week’s. The only thing I can find is literally a birth date ( 369 bc) a death date ( 286 bc) and the name of the book he wrote. But he has some excellent quotes, and this one stood out:

“We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.” – Zhuangzi.

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See you all next week!

Tuesday’s tale, 7/21/2015.


Alright, here we are again, all coffee’d up and ready to go. Five minutes on the clock:

He hadn’t touched that rock without gloves; he knew he hadn’t. He was well beyond the point where he could make such a mistake, even in passing, even when he considered himself mostly safe. But somehow, it had happened. It was either the stone itself, or some assassin had coated a more mundane surface with some form of contact poison.

“What kind of poison is it?”

The doctor shook his head.

“You misunderstood me. It isn’t a poison; at least not any I’m familiar with. It is poisoning you, but it’s more like a heavy metal or salt poisoning than anything else; sloppy and almost incidental. A hammer rather than a scalpel.

It’s definitely blood borne, though, and I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve been treating you as best I can, but without a sample saving your life will prove difficult.”

Well, nothing for it then. For all that he felt like death warmed over, he needed to either get his gloves from the house or enact his secondary measures regarding the stone.

Well, he would need to retrieve the stone anyway.

“Understood doctor. I’ll return within the hour.”

“That would be preferable, time is of the essence.”

Josh stood up when he did, ready to go.

And that’s today! I think this is the quickest I’ve finished one; 3 minutes, 23 seconds. Until next week!

Writer’s quote Wednesday, 7/15/2015.


Alright, I’d love to tell you more information about this old guy… but there isn’t really. There’s literally nothing concrete on him; he may not have even really existed. But somehow despite that, he wrote one of the most influential books on any culture:

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” – Lao Tzu.

(In case you didn’t know, Lao Tzu is attributed with writing the Tao Te Ching.) As always this is for:


See you all next week!

Tuesday’s tale, 7/14/2015.


Well, no one answered me. Not a single one of you. So I guess it’s my choice. So strap in, we’re going as weird as we can be. Five minutes on the clock, and here we go!

He came to all at once; there was no consciousness swimming up from darkened waters for him. Not this time, at least. He stared up at the white tile ceiling and wondered why he was at the clinic for a second, then it all came crashing back.

He had been shot at, been injured, but not badly. He had been hunted but had escaped. Then he had suddenly… just felt sick? Had he been poisoned?

“Ahh, you’re awake. Good.”

He looked; it was his doctor; the only one he let examine him, under any circumstances. The only one he truly trusted, because he knew where the doctor’s bodies were buried. This was no time to engage in pleasantries, or mince words.

“How bad?”

The doctor responded in kind.

“There is some sort of foreign material in your system, but it’s not any poison I know of. And I know most of them. I was able to isolate the point of entry, however. Your hands. No needle marks or cuts, so I must assume it was cutaneous transfer. Tell me, have you touched anything unusual lately without gloves?”

There we go; 4 minutes 42 seconds. See you all next time!

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 7/8/2015.


So I chose another old guy… but this time not a Greek. Born in 551 bc, this old guy was a Chines philosopher who emphasised personal morality and responsibility. Very little is actually known of this old guy for certain, except he was very smart.

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.” – Confucius.

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Until next time!