Welcome Back, Mr. Nightcrawler

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Yeah, for some reason most people think I look like a young Edward James Olmos. :p (actually I look like a young James Gandolfini)
 
The reason I've no interest in uploading this to this "slush pile" or any other literary critic forum is simple. What are they going to tell me? There are plot holes and spelling errors? That there are serious continuity issues? That the whole thing is based on an absurd premise, or that my dialogue sounds forced, or that I borrow very liberally from movies and such that I'm fond of? Oh, and let's not even get into the cliches! (Mind you many of these were deliberate.)
It's still better than anything Clive Cussler's ever written, and he's been making a living at it for how long?
 
Second that, Junyo. I don't even pick up anything by Clive Cussler anymore, let alone read it.
Nightcrawler, I've managed to sell a few stories over the years. I'm glad I didn't give up my day job, but it gave me the 'experience' of getting lots of rejection slips and a few acceptance letters. At one time I could have papered of my den with rejection slips but I was too stupid to give up so I finally sold a few things.
We get used to knowing people by their screen names with little else to identify them or to differentiate them from all the others. I've found that many posters here and on other boards are pretty savvy individuals and well qualified to judge the caliber of a written piece, after all, their written words are about all we have to judge anybody by.
You're a security guard now. Want to be a security guard all your life? No? Well, you're a good writer, so clean this manuscript up a bit (not a lot, it'll NEVER be as good as you think it should be) and send it off to a publisher. You might like the results.
 
Hey, where's the "beret wearing art snob" emoticon?

NC =
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oldfart said:
...it'll NEVER be as good as you think it should be...
Nightcrawler, I have to agree with oldfart...God I love that name, anyway...where was I...oh, yeah, I have to agree that you are your own worst critic and if you were not, I, for one, would be disappointed. You display all the qualities of an artist, including the rants, and you have a way with words. I would like to write, but I just don't have the imagination and I hate you for that...well, Correia, too,...but I will do everything I can to encourage you to try your hand in the printed world.

Correia, I really want a copy of your Monster Hunter International when it hits the stands. Please let us know. I might even convince this tired, fat, old, partially-disabled body to go to your business and get a copy with an autograph!
 
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Kritique by Kids

...Chuckle...snicker...GIGGLE...pointing fingers ....little hands in animation...moms shaking heads...dishtowel being thrown at me...dawgs barking...

'Crawler & Correia. I have been chosen as the "Adopted Uncle" and all to share
Kritique by Kids, yes I spelled that wrong, one reason "giggle britches" darn near peed herself.

Kids and Parents really enjoyed this work, they extend hearfelt appreciation and wish you both the best in publishing in the future.

*ahem* that mushy stuff out of the way...

-They did not put the yellow Mustang in the story.
-No lever actions, and no Pink Crickets.
-No mention of fried catfish, bunch of Chinese food all the time tho'...
-NASCAR was not mentioned.
-Reaper guy needs shotgun lessons, he needs to learn correct stuff with a 28 ga :)D that's my girl!)
-I bet Sarah did not have to go shopping with grandma for a stupid dress...
-There was no dogs in the story, they need a dog in the next one.
-At least the mutant ninja zombies didn't show up <laughter>
-They would have creamed them but good! < more laughter>
-I bet Lorenzo and Jill get married
-They still should of had a yellow Mustang in the story...:p
-Its a cool story when Pink Floyd is being played and you read it...
-Lorenzo and Jill need a dog and Lorenzo needs to buy Jill a yellow Mustang...:p

Seeing Corriea in a bowling shirt

-Does he wear bowling shoes too?
-I bet if jumped on his bed, he would break it.
-He does not have any lever guns, Pink Crickets, single shot shotguns or .22's on the wall...he needs some.
-Is he old, he is bald, I thought he was younger than you ?[me]
-Mom, he is cute.
[informs kiddo Corriea is married]
-Nevermind mom [ mom shakes head]


-Okay, that was really cool and all, but when they going to do another one?

<kids wave, in unison>

"Thank you!"


:)
 
Whomever mentioned John Ringo and GHOST, he actually told me to NOT buy it, and now it is one of his better selling books...

Put it all together and submit it. Editors are there for continuity and plot holes, and then they send it to a line editor who unscrews your spelling and grammar. If the foundation is solid, none of that crap matters.
 
SM, I'm still shocked that young girls find this story the least bit interesting.

As for the rest...well, sorry. I can't even verbalize my dislike of catfish... ;)

How, precisely, did they react to the anticlimactic ending where our protaganist lands in a federal slammer?
 
'Crawler

SM, I'm still shocked that young girls find this story the least bit interesting.

Well the way it was explained to me was

Good Girls like bad boys, and bad boys don't say no


Moms go :eek: when little girls and boys look at adults and ask isn't that right? The moms then go :what:

:D

These are great kids, I am serious. They read, they want to look stuff up either on the Internet, or - better sit down for this - Library.

Example:
All this talk of why folks do drugs and make Meth for example. Kids hear, read news and all, they ask good questions and, quality time is spent with adults to find out.

One source suggested many young folks, as a show of rebellion get in with the wrong crowd. Girls were said to get with bad boys because they wanted attention, get back at parents, and some girls abused/ incest felt dirty and been "prostituted" out and so they continue these behaviors.

These kids are good kids, not into gaming, not into watching a lot of TV, and would rather watch a movie on DVD and use the savings from renting a movie, instead of going to a theatre to have a treat, Pizza or "girls and chocolate night".

This story?

To go a bit further into this, kids hear all the negative stuff about guns, hunting, and all this stuff the Gov't messes with.

They are learning to find out for themselves about things to make an informed decision.

I was up front with the parents, especially the single moms and girls. Some are young so I read the story and left out all the language, and the details of a make model and gun. Pulled a handgun...used a shotgun...rifle for that shot...etc. I tried to keep it at thier level and not get so into the "stuff" but the story.

Understand, some have had a hard past. Maybe some domestic abuse, the kid batted out of the way so a fist could find mom's face.
Stalked, and home busted into...

These folks know some realities many adults here do not know about. For instance in S&T when folks talk about taking a UlitimateBlaster to clear a house all by themselves.

Kids are sharing:

"Well that is stupid, that is what Police are for, I am to run to my room or another safe spot , and I have a TracPhone to call the Police direct for help. I got the numbers on the phone".

One shared how she and mom ran out the back door to a neighbors, BG was breaking the front door down, or trying to.

Lorenzo on fire: "Stop, Drop, and Roll" was shared.

Why Jill did not run out the back at the diner when the BGs came in? Two theories from the kids.

1. she did and was caught there running out and exit alarm gave her away.
2 afraid the alarm on exit would give her away as she thought she could run out the front.

With parent's permisson, we let the kids run with the story. Did they care or understand about some of the equipment? No. Over their heads, heck I do not keep up with some of this, and I told them so.

Kids liked reading stuff written by Reponsible Firearm Owners, 'Crawler & Correia. They like what THR and TFL and sister sites represent, they got a kick out of the story, they get a kick out of seeing the pictures folks share of various activities, and seeing Oleg's posters.

Sometimes they do not understand Oleg's posters. So we break it down, maybe read about the event he is referring to.

I do not have any kids of my own. I was a stepdad for a bit. My own neices and nephews , I cannot do these Pro-Gun things with.

I choose whom is in my circle of friends, I have earned the trust of these single moms, parents, grandparents and kids. I am the "adopted uncle".

The guy that sired me, did not parent me. I , being the eldest of 4 sibs, was the eldest male of the house.

My Mentors and Elders, "adopted aunts and uncles" different races, belief systems, and you name it, allowed me to bug the fire out of them to get what they had that I wanted.

I am passing forward as passed to me. My Mentors and Elders read me stories, helped me to read things over my head, to look things up, to get answers and to understand.

I and the mom were kinda sorta in a time schedule hurry , but we stopped at a Waffle House.
Jill got nabbed, young lady wanted "check it out". In her mind, Jill was in a Waffle house type place.

Mom and daughter really do not have to use restroom, instead "checking it out".
Young lady was in deep thought, we had driven around the bldg.

She sketched out the layout best she could recall, mom added some details.

"Waffle House needs a heavy metal door "there" [a room for storage, straight shot from register] and with a good lock, a cell phone in case phones are out, and she could have locked herself in".

"'What about a gun hidden?"
"Well yeah, but guns are not the answer to everything".

Later , with more time we chatted about Waffle Houses, best place to sit, if achoice,and what to do if trouble showed up.

My Mentors let me "run with it". My Mentors passed forward.

This story I / we used as a passing forward tool, and learned some about the kind of folks these kids are and want to continue to be a part of.

Our Future.

Thanks.

Steve
 
Ya know, Steve, that is one of the best...well, I'm not going to call it a "story" because that lends the wrong connotation...but one of the best "things" I have read about. KUDOS to you! I, for one, think you are doing what we all should do with OUR OWN FAMILIES - preparing them for real life and the threats that come with it.

Those kids you wrote about have already experienced real life in all of its morbid glory, but you are teaching them how to deal with it. That is great.

You can find good teaching tools in some of the strangest places.

Amazing...simply amazing.
 
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SM

Well, I'm both flattered and gratified that somebody found a use for this greater than short bouts of entertainment. Unexpected, too, but always nice to hear.

How did they react to the ending? There was nice contrast, I guess. NC, the "good guy", ends up in prison, but Lorenzo, the theif, ends up getting the girl and wealthy beyond belief. Probably seemed like kind of a let-down to the kids.

But...did they understand why it was so important for NC that he didn't kill Gordon?
 
sm, I have a p.s. for you!

Steve, keep teaching those kids how to "case" a place for "security" reasons. Lord knows that our Dept. of Homeland Security could use some real professionals - and I don't mean the airports (they are so screwed up in the airports that I don't think they will ever get straightened out!).
 
Thank You, Gentlemen, for a most engaing read. You Rock!
I'll put this right up there with "Lights Out."
Best Regards
 
I couldn't take not seeing this story on the first page so I had to give it one last bump. It's a fine piece of literature that deserves the first page.
 
wonderful story. I enjoyed it very much. I have posted here before but Honestly never knew of the story until cajunbass posted it on another forum. KUDOS to you nightcrawler and to correia. Please sign me up for a compiled email version please.
Thanks :)
 
preview

Here's a preview of what's coming. I am working on the updated versions of the two stories.

A lot of you guys haven't read the first story, so here's a little blurb from it to whet your respective whistles.

If you haven't read it, I pray you do not look up the original thread and give it away. My completed version is going to be a lot better.



I wasn't far from my car, but I did have to cross one of the rows of the parking lot to get to it. I had no idea how close the Triad guys were to me; they couldn't have been far. I mean, I can only low-crawl but so fast. On top of that I still had the plastic bag full of the stuff I had purchased.

I went from the prone to a low crouch, ducking behind the hood of a rusty, jacked-up pick-up truck, the type that's very popular around here. I crouched behind an oversized tire, and peeked underneath the raised undercarriage to see if there were any feet coming towards me.

Okay, clear right. So far so good, I thought. I went to peek around to the left, but I wasn’t given the chance.

The guy with the shotgun appeared on my left, stepping around the hood of the purple PT Cruiser parked there. He yelled something in Chinese, and leveled that big tube right between my eyes. I about peed myself right there, but I figured that shooting him would be more productive. He was apparently something of an amateur with pump shotguns, as he didn't have a round chambered. Perhaps he thought pumping the thing in front of me would add to the dramatic effect. What it did was give me the opportunity to shoot him, so that's what I did; I fired a round into him; the Silvertip hollow-point exited out of his back between the shoulder blades. He crumpled to the ground, dropping his shotgun with a clatter.

Twice in one night dumb luck had saved me. I didn't have time to count my blessings, though. I picked up the shotgun and prepared to bolt across the parking lot. As I stood up, I was met with a burst of fire from the Uzi. I dropped back down behind the truck, still hiding behind the front driver's side tire.

I peeked under the nose of the truck, and saw feet coming at me. I rolled to the left, popping out from behind the truck at ground level, and fired upward at the Triad goon. The buckshot hit him in the chest, and he was dead before he hit the pavement.

Getting up, and cycling the shotgun, I bolted towards my Oldsmobile. Fortunately, my windows hadn't iced over or anything, so once I got in I could see. I started the car just as a pistol-packing Triad assassin appeared behind my car, firing wildly. I ducked down in the seat (which I have lined with NIJ Level IV armor plates, for just such an occasion), put the car into reverse, and stomped on the gas. With a thump-bump-bump, the pistol firing was silenced and I was on my way.


I had called some friends of mine, and one of my best buds agreed to meet me that night. It was a Monday, and I got out of class fairly early in the day.

It was snowing that night as I arrived at our predetermined meeting point. As usual, we met at a quiet, secluded restaurant. It had a very noir, intriguing feel, straight out of Casablanca or The Third Man.

"Hi! Welcome to Applebees!” exclaimed a perky blonde girl as I walked into the crowded restaurant. "My name is Stacy! Please follow me, and your server will be with your shortly!" She trotted off, and I followed. She sat me down in the corner booth, and I examined my environment.

Okay, I exaggerated. It was about as noir as a Girl Scout jamboree. There was crap glued to the walls, bright colors, balloons, and a hockey game on the TV over the bar. There were kids laughing and everything.


"Mike…," my radio crackled to life, "we've got company."

"I know. Stay put and provide covering fire. I'm gonna try and get her outta here."

"You're gonna do what?"

"You heard me. Out." As I said this, two cars rounded the last corner and stopped about a hundred yards away from me. As four men got out of each car, I grabbed her by the hand and dove into the snow bank, pulling her along with my right hand while I carried my Galil in my left. Chugging through hip-deep snow, I yanked her behind the cabin.

“Christ!” I said, pulling her around the cabin. “They brought the whole Goddamn good squad!”

A moment later, a rocket-propelled grenade impacted her car.


Flashlight in hand, I found that the forward part of the trailer was indeed not loaded with crates of spoons. I squeezed between the crates and the wall of the trailer, making my way to the more open area in the beyond. There, I spotted something shiny, glinting in the darkness.

Against the front of the trailer, in a neat row, and fastened down, were four large, stainless steel canisters, that looked very much like big beer kegs, each about the size of a fifty-five gallon drum.

My heart in my throat, I crouched down and examined the canisters with my flashlight. There was some small print on each one of them, which identified the contents. What I read scared the hell out of me.

SARIN (GB) (isopropyl methylphosphonofluoridate)
VX (O-ethyl S-diisopropylaminomethyl methlphosphonothiolate)
Cyanogen Chloride
Ethyldichloroarsine (ED)


"Jesus..."
 
Uh oh. My brain seems to be in neutral. Are these clips from previous stories, not "Welcome Back, Mr. Nightcrawler"? And if so, you're asking me NOT to look up the originals and just wait for the new version?

BTW, I second the emotion:

YIPEEEEEE WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS!!!!!

Springmom
 
spring mom they are from " So there i was again" , that along with "tales from the road" (?, a story that went nowhere if i remember" and another story are some of NC older works. id wait for the new verision to come out. probibly a smoother read
 
The quips posted above are from my original story, written way back in 2004. It takes place over about two weeks in February of 2004, roughly, whereas the later story takes place between July of 2004 and probably August of 2005.

The next new story that I'm going to write will take place in 1999-2001, detailing how the protaganist got his start and how his life got so messed up. A lot of things alluded to in the later story (in coversations with Melinda Prescott, specifically) will be explained in detail.

As before, if anyone's interested in the deluxe, digitally remastered, I-totally-cleaned-up-the-potholes version of the first two stories, PM me with your email address and I'll send it to you as a .zip file when I'm finished. It's going to take me awhile, mind you. I work less hours now, but I'm trying to develop what could charitably be called a "social life", so I'm not going to spend every weekend writing.

But, I want it to be well-polished when I send it out. I'm sure you'll all appreciate the results. :)
 
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