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Start of something interesting!
This looks like fun, really! I'm going to be interested to see where it goes from here. Alien transformation, mad scientist, alternate reality? I remember reading a sci-fi short story years ago about a guy who wanders into a fog and changes worlds. He's trying to warn somebody about the dangers of walking out of the bar into the fog. The guy ignores him (of course) and ends up in a world where he is able to get the patent on the zipper and becomes wealthy. No sex changes, though. I like this one better!
Karen J.
"A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off you."
Francoise Sagan
“When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.” - Turkish Proverb
Anybody remember the author of that?
C.M. Kornbluth, Fletcher Pratt, Lester Del Rey? One of those I think, and while that story had something to do with this one, so did Spielberg's Close Encounters and numerous other influences -- and my own experiences with peanut butter fog - thicker than a Dagwood sandwich as we used to say. :)
I'm actually working on another story more directly influenced by the man in a fog story, more about that one later since it will be a Hatbox story. :)
This one will have new chapters as I get them done, no promises how often. I've got it plotted out for about 15-25 episodes.
- Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
The Fog
I don't remember the name either but I did read it long long ago. I liked the surrealistic lead in to this. Lots of descriptions and detail made this a good read.
Hugs!
grover
Nothing inappropriate
Didn't mean to suggest you were plagiarizing or anything. I recognized the inspirations, but the story is all you. If we could only use a story idea once, then fiction writing would have died off many, many years ago.
The annoying bit is I'd considered a story using the same fog idea, inspired by that old sci-fi short, but now you've beat me to it! Anyway, yours is better! I guess I'm generally in love with the flow of your prose! ;)
Karen J.
"A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off you."
Francoise Sagan
“When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.” - Turkish Proverb
A guy sailing into a fog ...
... kicks off the movie, and initiates the changes to "The Incredible Shrinking Man" (I seem to remember that the fog was generated by A or H bomb experiments, but I'm not sure.)
"All the world really is a stage, darlings, so strut your stuff, have fun, and give the public a good show!" Miss Jezzi Belle at the end of each show
BE a lady!
Somethin' Tells Me I'm Into Something Good
Now try to get Peter Noone out of your mind.
The experts all say authors shouldn't spin their wheels. They suggest getting right into the story before the impatient reader walks away. With the opening chapter to Peanut Butter Fog Erin has shown us how to state the story question without sacrificing the scene setting.
The fog conveys the emotional confusion of waking up looking like Little Annie Fanny after being ???? (male is all we know, maybe) all his/her life.
We have been adroitly promised this story will not be straightforward as two truckers find a naked bimbo-looking girl in the desert and have only a concerned interest, because they're gay.
Had Little Annie Fanny ever actually been male? How did she get to the desert? Where had he been going?
I'll read on and on.
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
Reminiscent
This is reminiscent of Esperanza but has a certain noir quality that makes jaded and dark souls like me chuckle. Gay truck drivers, I love it. I vill be vatching. Oh, if you wanted to be cruel she could have been very modestly endowed and the t-shirt might have said "Grapes of Wrath." :)
Gwen
Gwen Lavyril
Gwen Lavyril
David Niven
David Niven wrote the story in the fog. The idea was that any time someone makes a decision, The universe splits and both choses are taken. A fog was a convergence of diferent parrallel universes.
Dawn
Could that be Larry Niven?
For all his talents, David only did a small amount of writing -- his autobiography, I believe. *smile*
And i LOVE this story so far, Erin -- looking forward to more and hoping it comes soon!
*hugs*
Randalynn
Larry
Hi Randalynn,
Thanks for correcting me. I read all his know space series, but I could not get his name right. I always get those bothers mixed up. (or was it Larry, MOe, and Curly???)
Either way, this stories is wonderful. Erin, I am always impressed.
Peace,
Dawn
...and Larry
But this story isn't really like that old fog one. And what a good germ of an idea for a story that is; it's like influenza without an immunization. Okay now I'm going to have to do something with it. Like sneeze on somebody. :grin:
Good job with the peanut butter, boss lady. I wonder what I can make my fog out of? Cat feet?
-- Donna Lamb, Flack
-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack
Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna
Fog stories
Richard Mathieson also wrote a fog story, but neither his nor Niven's is the one I'm thinking about which was published about 1945-55, years before Niven started writing and before Mathieson's story, which he wrote for Twilight Zone. If I could get to the El Centro public library, I think I could lay my hands on the book. :) The Niven story was a good one, too, though.
Hugs,
- Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Anyone remember ...
... The Olsen Twins? Erin, here's a parody of their song, "Peanut Butter" to go along with your story, although it goes further than this episode. I probably should apologize to the Olsen Twins ... perhaps to you, too, as this turned out a lot darker in the writing of it than I intended at the beginning.
"Killer Peanut Butter"
1.
There’s a fog goin’ round
That’s a tricky sticky goo.
Peanut, peanut butter
Well it changed me real good
To someone who’s brand new.
Peanut, peanut butter
Male “friends†tell me
That the change is the most.
Peanut, peanut butter
‘Cause it gave me the curves
Like the babes on The Coast!
Peanut, peanut butter
(chorus)
They like peanut butter,
girly peanut butter.
Do I like peanut butter, too?
Peanut, peanut butter
(Aliens descend now!)
Peanut, peanut butter
(Feminize him quick!)
Peanut, Peanut butter
(Strip now!)
Peanut, peanut butter
2.
Lyin’ in the desert
Sand up my slit and crack
Peanut, peanut butter
Naked as a jaybird
A perfect biker snack
Peanut, peanut butter
My boobs are just lucious
Unbound, they swing and sway
Peanut, peanut butter
Don’t know my new or old name
My memory swept away
Peanut, peanut butter
(Chorus)
six nine, six nine, my fate
Peanut, peanut butter, the taste
Peanut , peanut butter, the smell
Peanut, peanut butter, dreamin’ smooth
Peanut, peanut butter
Peanut butter space craft
Peanut butter whore house
Peanut butter psych ward, too.
Peanut, peanut butter
(lick, suck, fuck)
Peanut, peanut butter
(think, think ... know!)
Peanut, peanut butter
(run, run, run)
Peanut, peanut butter
Changed by peanut butter
Fucked by peanut butter
Chased by peanut butter
Death by peanut butter
(Chorus)
Oh, no! All gone.
The actual lyrics to the Olsen Twin's song can be found at:
http://www.lyricsdownload.com/olsen-twins-peanut-butter-lyri...
"All the world really is a stage, darlings, so strut your stuff, have fun, and give the public a good show!" Miss Jezzi Belle at the end of each show
BE a lady!
I don't know how I missed this
Very silly, Jezzi. :) You've got a gift for silly parody but we all knew that.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Forget the Fog
Hey people, its not the fog its the lights. Its also a very good start to what I'm sure will be a very good story.
Thanks Erin
As always,
Dru
As always,
Dru
Like a trip down memory lane
...no, not the part about being abducted by sex-changing aliens, the other part. The fog part.
A few years back I lived in Moss Beach, the only spot on the coast that's foggier than San Francisco (the reason the bootleggers chose it as their landing spot during Prohibition). For three months in the summer we could barely see our neighbors' houses twenty feet away on either side. The most frustrating part was, you could drive five miles north or south and have clear skies. We moved to San Jose as soon as our lease was up.
And I've driven in the Tule fog in the Central Valley, usually on the way to or from Disneyland. My kids called that stretch of the trip "nowhere."
I never encountered peanut butter fog in Mojave, but we did weather quite a sandstorm there once. Chunky peanut butter, I guess you'd call it.
When I'm driving tired in dense fog I tend to see things in the shifting mists that aren't there. Maybe that's what I'm doing now, but... one of the categories this story is filed under is "Hypnosis/Mind Control/Brainwashed," and the first bit is told in second person, reminding me of a hypnotist's induction patter. Maybe it's not actually a memory at all - or at least, not a memory of what happened, but of what she was told happened....
Or maybe I just watched too many Twilight Zone episodes. (shrug) Looking forward to finding out though, Erin!
I know a place
In Garden Grove, on the 22 freeway, there's a three-mile-long stretch where the fog after midnight is sometimes as thick as promises in an election year, darker than the inside of a golf ball on the moon, wetter than another Endless Summer movie and colder than Uncle Walt's cerebellum. The moist air from the inland areas apparently meets the onshore breeze from Huntington Beach right along the miniscule ridge the freeway follows. The edges of this area can be absurdly sharp, too. Hooting along at 80 per, suddenly they're playing "Step into the Twilight Zone"on the radio and you wonder if you're going to find an exit before the icebergs hit your car and you sink into the wet asphalt.
Drive a third of a mile north or south and you're usually out of it. It sometimes lingers 'til mid-morning and a friend of mine who grew up in the area told me that, "couldn't find the school" was a legitimate tardy excuse at his junior high on days when the Rod Serling fog closed in. :)
- Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.