12/19/13, Earth Time: 06:00 AM, EST, Thurs: – Past post of 'The Odyssey of This Writer' from 03/26/13

As stated before, this is a replication of past posts of 'The Odyssey of This Writer' and will occur here on Thursdays while 'The Story of Terlokya' will be published here on Tuesdays. Enjoy.

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03/26/13
Last week we covered international relationships and small wars that were happening in the German language school I was attending. Italians and French versus Americans, Greeks, and English and on and on. And we also wondered how this 18 year old Italian goddess with wild red hair somehow got interested in an American 14 year old boy … er … guy, who had a total crush on her.  Where it all really began was on the second day of classes after a week of orientation. Rita and I were in the same morning class and before the instructor came in, she came over to my desk and stood looking at me, but I hadn’t noticed yet. My head was buried in a book. Everyone knows you can get a feeling that someone is watching you when you are involved doing something else.  I suddenly got that feeling and when I looked up into Rita’s beautiful face, it felt like all the wiring in my brain got crossed. I must have had the dumbest look on my face because she giggled a bit, smiled and looked down, and then asked me, “Do you have an extra pencil?” She spoke a smattering of English so I know exactly what she said – and it was said with that magical Italian accent. Neither of us had learned that much German yet, although I had taken classes in the states before coming over. I also didn’t know Italian except for one word, ‘putana’, and I knew not to use that word. Problem was, at that very moment, I totally forgot how to speak English, or any other language for that matter. I just stared at her and handed her my only pencil and said, “Blubbett erfiya durst,” which meant absolutely nothing. She said, “Thank you,” and walked back across the room to her desk, sat down, looked up and smiled at me.

I must have had the dumbest look on my face because my brother, who was sitting in the desk next to mine, leaned over and said, “Close your mouth. You look like a moron.” I quickly looked down at my shirt to see if I had accidentally drooled on myself. Thank goodness I hadn’t. I looked up at Rita again and she was involved in conversation with the girl sitting next to her. She quickly shot me a smiling glance and I think I returned some form of a crooked smile just as the instructor walked into the room. I was totally worthless during class. It took all 2 hours to recover my senses. When class was over, I was standing at my desk gathering my books when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and there she was again. She handed me my pencil and said, “Thank you,” and walked back to her pack of Italian girlfriends who all looked at me and giggled. My brother grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the class into the hallway and said, “You need some quick lessons on how to not look stupid when a girl is talking to you.” We went up to our room upstairs which was this huge military barracks style room with 10 beds lining one wall with lockers on the other. We had a 3 hour break before the next class so my brother suggested we go into town for lunch and a beer. A beer? How do you drink just one beer when you’ve never had that freedom before? Next week … how my brother and I accidently missed afternoon classes.

NEXT WEEK – Where did my brother and I end up after lunch?

12/17/13, Earth Time: 06:00 AM, EST, Tuesday – The Story of Terlokya - Kesmar

Greetings and salutations. Caslaikove here. Last week I talked of the ending to the Great War that left our world, devastated, divided, and desolate. Then out of the mist of desperation came Kesmar. He was a half-breed who had moved to the west coast of Meeuusoe. Born of an Annten father, who was a diplomat stationed in Taladaful, Boesona, and a Vultaire mother, he grew up constantly being taunted about his mixed heritage. But because of his father, he lived on different continents as he grew into a young adult, befriending many individuals from the different races of Terlokya. He was truly the first Terlokyan in heart, mind, and spirit. Having developed a strong sense of destiny, he came to believe that the different races and areas of Terlokya should unite as one, knowing that threats from other worlds would one day arrive. So after a stint in the Dansleg military special forces, he came back to Sygon and ran for various political offices, winning consistently, and eventually achieved recognition all over Terlokya.

But his message of a united Terlokya fell on deaf ears. He left public office, married his childhood sweetheart, a Mooomuo from Foehopnik, Kamchow, and settled in Meeuusoe. Their children, born of a mixed Annten/Vultaire father and a Mooomuo mother, were the beginning of the races becoming one, something preached about by Kesmar. But after everyone stopped listening, Kesmar resigned himself to caring for his family and training his children to live in a world he knew was going to change.

NEXT WEEK “The First”

12/12/13, Earth Time: 06:00 AM, EST, Thurs: – Past post of 'The Odyssey of This Writer' from 03/19/13

As stated before, today’s post is a replication of a past post from 'The Odyssey of This Writer' – these will occur here on Thursdays while 'The Story of Terlokya' will be published here on Tuesdays. Enjoy. (One day late - sorry.)

Part 8 - Another Great Tuesday Edition – Brought to you by Zenta and MLB.

03/19/13

Last week I talked about being in a language school in Bad Reichenhall, Germany and hanging out with the older teenagers.  I had just turned 14 two weeks after arriving and learned quickly what is was like to party like a college student. So my brothers and I hung with the ‘cool’ kids who were older, in the 17 – 18 range. The Italians and French didn’t get along too well with the Americans, Canadians, Greeks, Aussies, Kiwis, South Africans, Thais, and Filipinos. Our group got along great. But when it came time to sneak into town from our school, located up a long trail to a small mountaintop, all the ‘cool’ kids hung together regardless of nationality. Don’t get me wrong – there was always tension with the Italians and French, but nothing like on the soccer field where the teams were always split between the international alliances and players would go out of their way to kick an opponent right in the crotch whether the ball was close by or not. The refs, being German, loved it so they turned a blind eye. Volleyball was just as bad with leg swipes under the net or fingers being poked through the net hoping to catch an eye. That’s why it was so unusual for an Italian girl and an American boy to hook up. It was frowned upon by both alliances. What made it more unusual was the girl being 18 and the boy being 14.

You guessed it. I was that 14 year old American boy and Rita, (last name will not be reveled due to the internet being available for snoopers to try and track her down) yes, the Rita I mentioned last week, was that 18 year old Italian girl. I do remember her last name. It rolled off your tongue like a song. I was star struck. Her red hair looked like it was on fire and was so long and full. Think Gina Lollobrigida with long red hair. Rita had a ton of guys chasing her, even local Germans. There was this one guy who thought he was all everything, pencil thin mustache, fancy clothes, and had a car. I thought he was a wimp. Well, he did have a lot more than I had in the way of clothes and that car. But he wasn’t tall and handsome like me. (Gee, what did you expect me to say?) And he wasn’t an AMERICAN from that magical land across the ocean that most all European teenagers could only dream about. So how did we hook up? Well, we had a class together and on the second day, she came over to my desk and … oh wow … this should be a new paragraph and that means I’ve already hit my 2 paragraphs. Sorry.

 NEXT WEEK – What did Rita ask me?

12/10/13, Earth Time: 06:00 AM, EST, Tuesday – The Story of Terlokya - Blood

Greetings and salutations. Caslaikove here. Last week I covered the devastating war that became known as the Great War. Once the Mooomuos launched their nuclear weapons into the interior of Dansleg and the whole of Boesona, the Parnewsians of Sygon retaliated with a nuclear strike on the Mooomuos military installations on Kamchow. But because of the nuclear strikes by the Mooomuos against the main population centers of Dansleg and Boesona, many civilians were killed, practically blasted into the air. How did blood get into the rain? From human debris being pulverized into the air?

We don’t know for sure. But survivors tested the rain and found it laced with a number of chemicals and also found traces of human blood. However, at that time, the planet was a wreak so further analysis took a back seat to survival. Thanks to some brilliant soldiers and scientists on Sygon, power was restored to some areas, communications was reestablished with satellites and a network of groups was setup to start organizing what was left of the devastated areas. It took years, decades actually. And before any type of revenge was carried out, a new leader emerged, preaching unification of the entire planet. He would eventually unite all of Terlokya.

NEXT WEEK “Kesmar”

12/05/13, Earth Time: 06:00 AM, EST, Thurs: – Past post of 'The Odyssey of This Writer' from 03/12/13

As stated before, this is a replication of past posts of 'The Odyssey of This Writer' and will occur here on Thursdays while 'The Story of Terlokya' will be published here on Tuesdays. Enjoy.

Part 7 - Another Great Tuesday Edition 

03/12/13

Last week I talked about sitting down with one of my classmates and telling that my living in Germany as a young teenager was the catalyst for my being able to write the way I do. The summer of my 14^th birthday, I moved to Germany and enrolled in a German language school over in Bad Reichenhall. One of the first things my brothers and I did was to go out and get smashed. We had been informed by classmates that the drinking age was 6. Unheard of. Needless to say, this really began an experience of growing up fast. At least when it came to partying like a college student when I was 13 soon to be 14.

But the real beauty of it was that we started hanging out with the ‘older’ crowd at school. By older, I mean they were 16 and 17. My brothers were 15 and 16 so this proved to be a real eye opener for me. Plus there seemed to be some kind of international alliances going on. We were Americans (duh) and the alliances seemed to be forming off the fact that some countries were composed of pacifists and others were not. At the time Vietnam was going on and not everyone liked Americans. At least not citizens of Italy (pacifists) and France (extreme pacifists or surrender specialists). Those that liked us were the Greeks, Aussies, Kiwis, South Africans, Thais, and Filipinos. Those were the countries with more than just a token student at the school. It was a pretty big school and sat on top of a mountain that overlooked the town. But when it came to partying or going to bars in town, a certain large group of students usually went together. I became part of that group. But even within that group, the alliance lines were sometime touted and flaunted. And that created problems for myself and this certain 17 year old Italian goddess with fire-red hair. Yes, it’s true … oh wait … I’ve already hit my 2 paragraphs.

NEXT WEEK – Rita …