Tuesday, November 19, 2013


The Adventures of Edwin D Ferretti, Author

Part twelve




"They're gone, what happened to them; and those owls, why did they hoot so loudly?"

"I added the owls in my second book. They were a gift from the Greek goddesses Hera and Athena. Jen uses them to keep an eye out for Seth as he sends his troops through the Void Express. When the owls detect movement in that dimension, they warn Jen and Company by hooting; that's why everyone left in such a hurry; a fight is brewing. Funny, I don't remember writing about a fight scene yet, I might have thought of it." Cynthia nodded her head.

"You need to practice not thinking." I looked at Cynthia and she blushed. "I mean stop thinking of your story while you're inside this dimension."

"Like that'll happen. How can I put a cork in my mind? It's like tugging on Superman's cape or spitting into the wind, both produce nasty outcomes. I need to get my mind on something else like my meeting with Cindy later tonight. Turing I went to the book cases and returned with two manuscripts.

"You should take home a copy of my first two manuscripts. This'll give you a better understanding of what's taking place. I need to send you and Bast back home."

"Please tell me everything that you and my sister discuss tonight, no matter how late." I nodded and thought them home.

"Rafael, are you close?"

"Behind you Master." My heart did a flip-flop. I spun around. Rafael stood inches from my face looking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

"Yes master, be quick as I have to ring the bells in ten minutes and you know how I hate to climb all of those steps." I quickly thought him back. "Yes David how may I be of service?"

"I'll be spending tonight locked in the town's library and need a meal and coffee."

"I will get it together for you now." With four hours to spare I thought myself in a bathing suit and headed to the swimming pool. I mean, what better way to clear my mind. The water was like a Mediterranean sea on a hot June day, warm and refreshing. My shoulders stretched as I propelled myself through the water. The music of Jaws came to mind, Dum Dum Dum...something scraped against my stomach; pain clouded my mind and blood traced my path in the water. A large fin appeared in front of me slowly turning around. What the hell?

The largest set of jaws that I could have imagined broached the water. I thought myself instantly on the deck of a large fishing craft; Jaws was headed directly for my small insignificant self, hardly a tender morsel for such a large shark. The ship began to rock and something rolled into my ankles knocking me to the deck. I reached out and grabbed onto an oxygen cylinder. Standing I managed to positioned it on the deck railing. Grabbing a length of rope I secured the cylinder to the railing and stood back just to the left, and thought of a sledge hammer; my right hand became heavy. Raising my arms I waited. Jaws was ten feet away and closing rapidly. The shadow of the shark loomed over me. I swung the sledge hammer as fast as I could, severing the valve from the cylinder's end. Swoosh, it propelled into the open jaws and forced the shark to abandon his snack. I thought myself back into the library. My stomach was on fire and blood seeped between my fingers. Bast, are you near? Light headiness forced me to my knees and I passed out.

Cindy, Cindy what are you doing to me? I'll do anything to save you. A rough tongue brushed across my face, my dream became a memory. My eyes opened and I held Bast away from my face.

"Bast, what's with the sandpaper treatment?" Then I remembered, the shark, my stomach, my blood. "Thank you Bast for coming to my rescue." Pulling up my clean shirt I did a double take. There were no stitches, blood or proof that a great white had slit open my stomach with his fin. I was back to normal; still skinny mind you but happy. "I can't thank you enough. Let's grab something to munch on." Purring filled the space around me as I led Bast to the kitchen. Passing a large grandfather clock I noted that I had an hour before I needed to be at the library.

Rafael met us and led Bast to her food bowl. "I am glad to see you in good health. I have your dinner and coffee ready."

"Thanks' Rafael. I'll be leaving in a few minutes after Bast has some food."

"I anticipated that she would accompany you and added food and water for her." Smiling I nodded my head.

"Bast shake a leg. Aren't you coming with me?" Purring followed me as I walked outside the house and entered my car.  Looking in the rearview mirror I watched my old house get smaller and then fade out of sight, swallowed up in the fog that was rolling in. Bast followed me into the library; Cheryl Snide was beginning her nightly routine of hurrying the last visitors out of the front door.

"Hello David, are you ready to be locked in?"

"I am. What time do you think she'll appear?"

"Anytime between now and midnight. She once told me she has to leave before the bewitching hour." I nodded my head and heard the clicking of the key in the lock. Looking around I found a table and chair and sat down. I retrieved Cindy's diary and began reading. Bast appeared on the table and curled up for a cat-nap. As I read I noticed a loud rushing sound in my ears and realized it was the sounds of silence.

"David, I'm so glad to see you again." The diary slipped from my hand and fell with a loud slap upon the table. Cindy stood in front of me...


To be Continued





 The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

 Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit

 Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

 Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it

-- Omar Khayyam

Sunday, November 3, 2013


The Adventures of Edwin D Ferretti, Author

Part eleven



I led Cynthia back to the couch, patting her hand.

"I'll ask Úma what I need to do; don't worry, we'll get your mother and sister back." I stood and addressed Úma.

"Why can't I think Cynthia's mother here?'

"You could, however she would always be stuck in this house. Remember, this house is in a different dimension; not on Earth. Something for you to consider for your third book; we have taught Rachel the use of magic; she wants to take part in the fight against Seth and her husband." I looked at Úma and smiled.

"I'm beginning to understand how everything works. Her future existence rests on what I write inside this house, in my third novel." Úma nodded her head.

"Check page three-hundred and sixteen in the list of suggestions. It will tell everything that Jen and Company and the fairies of Erin have done to aid Rachel." Three-hundred and sixteen; what'd they do, write a book? No wonder it smarted when it landed in my lap.

"Sometimes I'm brutal with my character's' especially Jen, Sally and Cheryl."

"Check page four-hundred and fourteen," Jen shouted; pointing to her left arm, Sally and then Cheryl. I remembered all of the pain and anguish I inflicted upon my main characters. I had no remorse as it moved my story along.

"I've a problem with all of this and wonder if I'm capable of aiding any of you. My merest thoughts have done nothing but produce unexpected results." I pointed out Jen and suppressed a laugh. A scream of anger erupted in front of me. Jen once again sported a wooden leg and her parrot left her shoulder and flew around the room screeching, "I'm free, I'm free." I quickly thought the bird into my last novel and she disappeared from the room. Please don't ask me what I'm going to do with a parrot in my final manuscript; I haven't the foggiest—well maybe I do know, guess you'll have to wait until I write it. I thought Jen back to normal.

"See what I mean; my thoughts are uncontrollable." Purring entered my mind in a laughing manner. I brushed it off and glanced at my watch and panicked. I had less than a half hour to dash to the museum.

"I hate to leave, but I have only thirty minutes before the library closes." Úma smiled at me.

"As long as we are in this dimension with you, time stands still. When we leave and you return Cynthia to her home you will have five and a half hours before your library visit."

"In order to hone my writing skills and help you bring and end to this seven thousand year war between deities; I'll need to experience the use of your powers. This will allow me to write clearer descriptions of its use, destruction and consequences during a battle." Jen smiled at me.

"We'll be glad to take you to Pelta and let you experience first-hand the uses of the powers you've enabled us to possess. It's an awesome feeling when deadly energy flashes from your hands and strikes your intended target. The downside is the uncertainly of success or failure during a battle; this is a hard pill for me to swallow, not believing in myself, as I mentioned on page seven hundred and twenty-one." My head snapped up and i looked over the gathered crowd.

'Let me understand this better. All of you have complaints—"

"Respectful requests, not criticisms or grievances." Jen was quick to note.

I returned to my seat and picked up the heavy package. My pocket knife sliced through the string. Holding a handful of pages I quickly skimmed through them. New clothing topped the list followed closely by fast food restaurants, up-to-date movies, popcorn machines, more magical powers and a sister." My eyes screeched to a halt, a sister! Who wrote this? It was signed Jen. I looked at her and she shushed me with her finger across her mouth. Must be a secret she wants fulfilled, and not know to anyone present. I'll give this some serious thought. Jen smiled and mouthed "thank you." I forgot that she can read my mind.

'When would you like to visit Pelta and learn powers?" Bast slithered around Jen and looked at me.

"My big distraction is seeing Cindy again. Once she answers my questions then any time is all right." Purring filled my mind.

"Tomorrow night we we'll take you to Pelta via the Void Express; by the way, nice touch with that faster than light teleportation medium." I smiled at Jen. The hooting of owls filled the music room and my guests began vanishing as fast as they had arrived; Cynthia, Bast and I were the only ones in the music room. The house was quiet.







Magical powers, in the hands of loose cannons; can harm you.

Powers in an author's mind are awesome and safe.




To be continued.