Idea #2: Corporate Ninja

Calling him a ninja was a shameless gag. A corporate mercenary and retrieval expert becomes too successful. Capable of demanding whatever price he wants while forcing competitors out of bussiness, the client companies decide he must be removed from the picture. After he proves too capable to be assassinated in the ordinary fashion, they decide to kill him through simple overwork.
The man himself is simple; intensely dedicated to getting the job done and taking great pleasure in his work. His manager has been the one taking advantage of his ability and renown to charge absurd amounts. He is, however, honest. Only a small comission goes to him. The primary recipient of the money is the man’s girlfriend, who becomes concerned that her beau is being worked to death and investigates.
The man himself is forced to choose between two principles: finishing the job and avoiding the use of hormonal supplements. He begins taking the injections.


Idea #1: Seed Stealers in Svalbard

After all seeds available have been contaminated with GMO genes, owned by corporations, a farmer intent on recycling his own seed joins a group of hard core conservationists, environmentalists, and a scientist lead by a pair of anarchists (Is everyone around here a something-something-ist? Me? I’m a foolish optimist, and I’d like to believe the answer is no.) to steal seeds from the ‘doomsday vault’ in Svalbard.


I need badly to clean up my blog. It went untouched for months as I ran out of time and my ideas became uber focused. I wouldn’t be surprised if such a thing happened again, but I would like to see it survive as, at a minimum, a repository for my random ideas.

Then again, it’s always been a repository for my random ideas.

Allow me to be more specific. In the midst of all my more arbitrary ramblings, I would like my blog in this renaissance to contain my story ideas. They’re incomplete, fleeting, and have little value on their own. Perhaps my readers, should I find any, would be so kind as to find connections between my ideas and help me to link them together. Let this be the first idea of many.

Oh, and let this be my goal: one idea a day. Minimum. If I use an idea I came up with before that date, that is my right and no one will ever know. But I’ll try not to. I’ll spill the rest of them later today (tonight?) if I have the time so that I am forced to come up with new ones.

Copper Man

It’s cliche, but this is the type of thing I produce when left, bored, with a pen and paper. Or napkins. I hate dinner parties.

There was a man of copper wrought
So the children all were taught.
A man who with his soul had bought
Asylum so his wounds were naught.

In furnace dire was warrior born.
From Father Earth his frame was torn.
For off his head no hair was shorn.
Upon the mount he guards forlorn.

Until upon that benighted day
Some hint upon his thoughts did play
Of some more proactive way
That he might guard his ward than stay

So from the mount did he descend
The men of nation he sought to rend
From foothill’s side to ocean end.
Now that we needs-must mend.

And so must now I ask, my friend
That you aid our oddest blend
For to this untimely trend.
We must now put a final end.


Feel free to point out any internal contradictions or fix the meter. This may have been inspired by the song Ironman by Black Sabbath