The Word Cloud

“There has been a scene change, hasn’t there,” observed Jane.

“How can you be sure?” Dirk asked.

“Because we are suddenly, and I might add for no apparent reason, on the surface of a strange planet battling hordes of malevolent Semi Colons.”

‘That’s only because the Colons are having the day off. No one can tell the difference anyway.” Dirk was dismissive.

“There is something else I’m curious about too.” Jane said curiously. “How is it that you are all dressed in full combat gear, including helmets and I have nothing but a gold sequined bikini?”

“Taarg still has his tutu.” Spark pointed out. The Klingon looked slightly nonplussed.

“This is my camouflage tutu. Its not as if I wore the pink one or anything.”

“O well THAT makes me feel SO much better.” Jane’s voice dripped sarcasm. “I don’t even have a gun.”

“Ah!” exclaimed Dirk, ‘I can answer that one. You need both your hands free so you can cling to my arm and scream while I slaughter Semi Colons in the hundreds with a makeshift sling shot. All to the thunderous applause of writer’s everywhere.”

Jane gave him a look that could have withered steel. “Not going to happen. I have read page 43 too, and you’re not getting my bra top for a sling shot. End of story.”

“That may have killed off the movie option,” said Spark

“I’m not so sure,” pondered Dirk, “there is still the gold bikini and the disappearing uniform.”

“Captain, the Semi Colons are withdrawing.” Reported Spark

“Excellent!” exclaimed Dirk. “What turned things in our favour?”

 “We deployed our Random Comma Weapon. Semi Colons and Colons are no match for a barrage of random commas,” Taarg was triumphant and began joyfully pirouetting about the camp.

“That might have killed the movie option though,” muttered Dirk.

“Good morning, Captain,” Jane Titantits said entering the bridge. “Does anyone know why the top three buttons of my tunic are missing?”

 “I am not sure,” Captain Dirk replied smoothly.” But it is clearly a condition that requires close examination.” He glided smoothly towards Jane, clearly intent on taking the problem in hand.

 “A movie option has penetrated the plot, I believe,” said Spark raising an eyebrow at Dirk. Jane ducked past Dirk’s outstretched hands with the easy grace of long practice.

 “That would explain why all of my underwear is missing as well.”

 “No, that was Lieutenant Taarg,” Spark indicated the Klingon weapons officer. “He has issues.”

 “Oh I see!” Jane exclaimed. “I thought his tutu wasn’t standard uniform.” (The writer plunged a fork into his mind’s eye with the visual that conjured up).

 Spark’s calm voice cut across the bridge like a knife. “I have been targeted by a cliché.” He reported. “However that is not our greatest concern. A Romulan Bird of Prey is de-cloaking off the starboard bow. It is a Reflexive Pronoun class vessel.”

 “Oh my God!” exclaimed Dirk. “I, myself went up against a reflexive pronoun. It wasn’t pretty.”

 “Captain!” exclaimed Taarg. “We are being targeted with a random comma weapon. I, fear imminent, collapse of, the sentence, structure integrity, field …”

 “My God!” exclaimed Dirk. “Deploy a full stop. It’s our only hope.”

 “That’s more than enough exclaiming!” exclaimed Jane. “And why is it that each time the ship takes a hit, another hole appears in my uniform?”

 “I suspect that is the movie option showing through the plot again.” Explained Spark

 It’s not a movie option that will be showing through soon, thought Jane remembering her lack of underwear. What she did say was, “this has a plot?”

  Suddenly, the intercom crackled. “She canna take much more o’ this.” The chief engineer’s voice was full of alarm, “destruction is imminent!”

 Jane, momentarily confused and thinking he was referring to her disappearing uniform said. “No I can’t.”

 “My God!” exclaimed Dirk again. “You mean the ship’s going to blow?”

 “Not the ship, the English language if this keeps up.”

 (If you are all very very unlucky, this may be continued)

 

What makes me tick? What makes me consider life worth living? What makes....getting bored of the questions. I took to a new habit of reading 2000AD, fun and has my favourite line of "Gaze into the fist of Dredd!", a perfect line when in times of great stress. Pull back and let lip! Part of the reason to read 2000AD came from the hearing of Future Shock--a five page comic with a twist ending every week. Impressive, to have endings that end with a twist end (to many "ends"!) and so forth.

I'm writing five page comic scripts, to see if I'm good enough to be a writer. Be cool to have a published comic. I accept the dream is flawed, but in the whole scheme of things, working toward a dream is what makes humans a wonderous and horrible thing.....I want to write for a living, even when I find people handing me University booklets. I don't want to do something in media of the TV and radio shit!

People want me to do a meida course but I don't want to do a media course, because writing comes from experience and experience can only come from my choice in life.