Sitting at his desk, head aching from caffeine withdrawal and stomach still in knots from a daylong bout of nausea so severe he thought he was going to turn himself inside out in similar fashion to a sea cucumber, Alex ignored the pile of work that had backed up in his in-basket while he had been out sick the previous day and fought off the urge to start his next attempt at fiction with the hoariest of old cliches, because where he lived, dark and stormy nights were mostly few and far between.
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03/03It had been cloudy enough, though, and strangely enough as he pondered this, he could hear the rhythm of falling rain. -
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05/03For awhile now he had been kicking around the idea for a story about Jerbohoa, brother of the more reknowned Noah (of Ark fame). Jerbohoa, who thought it looked like nothing more than a passing storm, didn't get on the boat and soon found himself on the verge of drowning. But before he slipped below the rising waters he managed to write a book and slip its many pages into numerous bottles which were then corked and left to float as the waters arose. The problem was that he neglected to number the pages, and when the land emerged once again and the bottles were found by a passing shephard... -
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05/13The shepherd, who couldn't read, and thought the strange marks on the scrolls in the botttle were some dangerous form of witchcraft, began to build a fire on the hilltop in which to burn up Jerhohoa's book. -
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05/13But since the floodwaters had wet most anything that could be used to start a fire, the shephard had a hard time of it. Finally he found a few dryish pieces of wood and managed to get them smoking and popping along quite nicely. Just as he was preparing to add the pages to the fire, he realized that somehow, seemingly just by touching the pages, he had learned to read. -
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09/28The shepherd, shocked by the physiological changes taking place, screamed out "God! What is happening to me?!?"
And God, who had been lulled into a long nap by the sound of the rain (he hadn't slept since the Seventh Day), groggily looked down to see what all the hubub was about.
"Oh, looks like I missed one," He said, and squashed the shepherd into the mud with his little toe.
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