Postcard #122: "13th hour"

Sent via postcrossing to paisdasmaravilhas who specifically said she wanted cards of Chicago.  I then tried to put a storycube story on the back of it.  At the suggestion of Sam...she suggested that I roll the number dice and then chose dice according to what I roll.  I admittedly liked the idea.  It presented a new challenge.  It hatched a story idea...and then I failed.  Failed pretty hard.  Barely got all the dice in.  I barely got all the story on the card.  I rushed what was actually there.  A poor attempt and I got nearly two drafts of this story done prior to writing the card.  DIFFERENT DRAFTS each time.  Seeing how I wasn't getting anywhere.  I just started writing and two of those dice really fucked my shit up.  The microscope and the alien face.  I might have been able to make pretty solid story if it wasn't for those damn dice.  I need to go back to the drawing board for my story cube game.  Not sure how.  Maybe two number dice.  One die to chose they style of play and the other to chose how many dice from the pool will be chosen.

Postcard #90: Fog - 3

Rolled a 3. Randomly chose the tree.  The person leaving the room. The flashlight (lamely).

Postcard #90: Fog – 3

US-3932910 The General Lewis Inn

Lewisburg, WV 24901

304-645-2600

A charming antique filled country inn that has welcomed the traveler with warm hospitality, personal service and gracious dining in an historic setting since 1929.

I pushed open the heavy door slowly only realizing halfway that my parents did not lock the door the night before. A dense fog sat on the lawn, the grass looked cold and moist. I wouldn’t need my flashlight after all so I left it on the porch. I crossed the lawn stepping off the paved walkway as soon as I was able. The grass was colder than it looked and colder than the air tasted. I paused and waited to see if I could hear the noise again. The noise waited to pierce the silence of the morning until I was totally silent, holding my breath from joining the fog. The sound came from a tree in the distance. I am positive, it was not my cat but…

Por Avion!

 

Transcribed by jjwood687 on Fiverr.

 By the end of it I suppose I could have dropped the flashlight and picked up the listening to a sound, the magnifying glass (investigation).

The person wanted a postcard with fog.  I've had this one for a while.  I think ultimately they wanted something with water reflections.  But my postcard is already 5 DAYS OVERDUE.  I know I have a postcard with water refections in it. But I know it needed work and I would have to scan the old writing.  Transcribe it.  Then do my cover job to the old postcard...then write.  I CAN NOT DO THAT.  I'M LATE. I have errands.  My ass is killing me from my bike ride yesterday (I liken it to being hit in the ass with an aluminum baseball in a wide upper swinging motion making sure to hit me just below my buttcheeks).  Ain't nobody got time for that. So I am sorry wintersonne, Honestly.  Life is full of disappointment.  I will never make your wall of favorite postcards.
  

Postcard #85: Flute - 9

As a side note I don't think I have ever used so much white out on a postcard before.  I just kept making mistakes.  Maybe I am over tired?

Postcard #85: Flute – 9

“Flute. – 9”        US-3913784

I don’t know why my parents asked. I don’t know why they agreed to get me a flute. They wanted me to “take up” an instrument. I named it the first one that came to my head. Mr. Weisser, my music teacher told me I needed to practice more. I think I practice best at home when my parents don’t want me to practice. My mother has some job when she listens to stuff on her headphones and types and talks to herself. In Spanish usually. This is the best time to practice. Sometimes I would just repeat certain bars or certain notes. Over and over. I would have to fight a smile when she would ask me if I wanted to practice outside. I told her, “I practice inside gooder.” “Better.” She corrected. I know the right way but I know she likes to correct me. A few minutes later my father would come by and order me outside. So, I did. I walk down to the waterfront park. Past the kids from school who never invite me to go play football. I kept walking until I reached a canal that led to the ocean. It was deep. My father would kill me if I ruined my shoes in the canal. So I kept walking until I found an old bridge. My mother would kill me if she found out that I crossed that old broken bridge. From here I could see it. Down the pier I could see the town lighthouse. I knew deep down that would be the perfect place to practice. The sea was splashing against the face of the jetty…the lighthouse stuck out of the ocean and the stones like a huge flute clenched in a giant fist of rock.

From Vader’s Little Princess by Jeffrey Brown, Publishing by Chronicle Books LLC. Copyright ©2014 by Lucas films LTD & ® or TM where indicated. All rights reserved. Used under authorization.

Transcribed by jjwood687 on Fiverr.

Sent via postcrossing to Pinsi

So I rolled a 9.  But I noticed the there was a grouping of dice right around that compass rose die.

So there you have it.  Nine dice not including the compass rose die.  It is like there is an unseen force guiding me to write a shitty story.  As a side note and for the record I know that one is a rainbow on the left side.  But if you look at it the cloud looks like someone standing next to river or something.  If I don't start brainstorming alternatives to each die these stories could get repetitive really fast.

Postcard #83: Fasting

Sent via postcrossing: hhayleytan

Background:
So.  I bought some story cubes to add a new level of difficulty to postcard writing.  Thing was I had a whole boat load of them.  So I picked up a 20 sided die at Red Castle Games near me and invented a new game.  Roll all the dice.  But what ever the 20 sided dice reads is how many story dice cubes I have to incorporate.  This is LITERALLY the first roll I ever did.

Postcard #83: Fasting

Front:

CADILLAC RANCH

Back:

03/18/16           T.M.      US-3906519

CADILLAC RANCH

10 Cadillacs planted in a wheat field nose first with their tops facing West. This can be seen off U.S. Hwy. 66 west of Amarillo, Texas. Each car represents the change in tail fin styles for the Cadillac from 1949-1963

The door of the Middletown Diner jingled and I looked up from my postcard. Andrew was coming back inside. He walked over and threw his jacket on the inside of the booth “That was fast.” I said looking up. “Yeah. I only had half of it. Felt bad. You aren’t eating I might as well keep you company.” The waitress walked over. Her pad already out. Drew was placing his half cigarette on a folded napkin. She turned to him first. “What can I get you, hun?” A common greeting in New Jersey. “Uh, cheese fries and a coffee.” She scribbled something in waitress in her pad. She was middle aged. Greying hair at the roots. “How about you?” “Nothing.” “Nothing?” She repeated back. “I am fasting for Lent.” I heard how stupid sounded. Like a vegan dying for attention. She turned to Drew and said, “You must be the Jew.” We were aghast which she interpreted as not understanding her joke. She continued…”Your cigarette. You only smoked half.” “Oh.” We said. “I’ll be back with your order.”

©Bob Petley Photo 921045

Petley Greetings Inc., 6608 2^nd St. NW, Albuquerque, NM 87107

 A one.  So I stared at the dice.  Which ONE die?  It was almost even harder than I imagined.  Each die spawned its own story. I almost regret moving them into that straight line because I wish I could have seen what that arrow was pointing at when it landed.  It's like consulting bones or reading tea leaves.  I  remember when I saw the magic wand I first thought it was a cigarette.  Cigarette stories...do I have any stories involving cigarettes?  And that spawned the above story I wrote.  A true story I might add.  I was fasting, hanging out at jersey diner with a good friend of mine.  And the woman let her guard down and casually admitted she might have been a closet racist.  It also helped that this Haley Tan person who will hopefully be receiving the card asked for local favorite foods...a greeting in my native language...and a suggestion where she should go if she ever visited.  Anyone visiting NJ...should probably find a hole in the wall NJ diner and have a cup of coffee.