Series: Ghost Trucker

Season 1: Stragglers

Episode 1: En Route To Fort Bragg

Chapter 2: Melanie

Text:

As Mike Kraft flew down the highway,

The radio continued its static.

The interference was getting to him,

As was the enigmatic-

Moment several hours ago

When the radio screamed at him.

And the weather wasn’t looking good either.

In fact, it looked rather grim.

As the road stretched on and on,

A tiny shape came into view.

It was so dark that he almost missed it,

And his alertness he renewed.

He swerved to avoid the human-ish object,

But felt that something was hit.

He cursed under his breath,

And pulled over to take a look at it.

He ran back fifty yards or so,

And saw a little girl.

She was shaking in the cold of the desert,

And fright had rocked her world.

She stared down at the remnants

Of a Hard-cover backpack,

The victim of Mike’s eighteen wheels,

And when Mike shouted, She shouted back.

“What the flying squirrel are you doing?!

Do you realize where you are!?”

“I’m walking to California.

Is it very far?!”

The girl shook with cold and fear.

Mike couldn’t believe his eyes.

He grabbed his phone from out of his pocket,

And lifted it to the skies.

“No signal, figures.

Dispatch has been pinching pennies,

Downgrading our phone service and plans.

What a bunch of ninnies...

Girl, what is your name?”

She took a moment to respond,

As Mike grew patient with her.

“Melanie is my name.”

“Well, I’m not leaving you here, for sure.

Come with me to the next town,

And the police can help you there.”

They gathered up her undamaged belongings

And got aboard his truck,

And drove on to the next town,

To see what would be their luck.

Series: World of Wrestling

Season 1: Beauty & The Big Dog

Episode 1: A Rookie Rises

Chapter 1: The Rookie

Text:

Sweaty underneath his sort-of clean clothes,

Joshua Slayter sighed and let out his woes.

His fingers jittered on the wheel of his van,

Thanks to the contents of the now-empty can-

That clinked in the cupholder as he pulled into the lot,

For the Orlando Arena, where he’d finally get a shot.

The previous night was an emotional farewell,

As he left his old home for the WWL.

NGPW was a great place to work.

But it was nothing compared to WWL’s perks.

He’d be on TV. (Regionally at least.)

And he’d have enough money to eat like a beast.

All this played on his mind despite

The nine hours straight he’d driven overnight.

Caffeine would sustain him, or at least for now,

He’d shower, then nap. Then the crowds he’d wow.

Security let him through with no problem at all.

And he walked with his duffel bag down the long winding hall.

His mind was preoccupied as he took the place in.

It was impossible to hide his wide boyish grin.

And as his eyes for the locker room did search,

Someone bumped into him and made him lurch.

“Watch what you’re doing!” She said irritated.

“I’m sorry!” Joshua said, “I should have waited.

Can you tell me where the men’s locker room is at?”

“Boy, what is under that baseball hat?!

Do you know who I am? Did you pay your respects?”

Josh thought for moment, his mind perplexed.

He almost didn’t recognize her because his eyes were bleary.

Then the thought of who she was. And the thought made him cheery.

“Miss Supergirl herself, Jessica Valero!

I’m sorry. My mind feels like it’s jello.

I drove here straight from my last Indy event.

And I thought you were injured until present.”

Jessica smiled and shook Josh’s hand.

Her expression had changed as she studied the young man.

She could see his excitement, his infectous joy

And she quickly realized he was still just a boy.

Her smile grew too, as she retracted her hand.

“First time in the big leagues? Treasure it, man.

You might one day be great, but this will always be your first.

And I’d love nothing more to stay and converse.

But I have to attend a meeting down the hall.

The men’s locker room is just past that wall.”

Jessica pointed the way, And Joshua thanked her.

He thought about much. His mind was a blur.

Would this job work out and better his life?

Could he stand with mega stars, and put up a fight?

Series: Ghost Trucker

Season 1: Stragglers

Episode 1: En Route To Fort Bragg

Chapter 1: Truck STOOOPPP!!!Text:

"I'll never forget the songs we sang.
I'll never forget the games we played.
I'll never forget the times we had.
And I owe it all to you."

Mike Kraft scoffed at the lyrics on the radio
Inside that run-down truck stop.
He had a long way to go to Fort Bragg, California
And his mind needed to be tip-top.

An old man sat on a guitar stool,
Behind the counter, chewing gum.
He stared at a tv listlessly,
Seeming to have no fun.

"Y'all ain't got the jerky I want.
What you reckon is the best?"

The man took no notice of Mike,
So Mike continued to press.

"I said, you ain't got the jerky I want!"

"I heard ya before!
I don't know, I don't eat jerky!"

"Then what good are ya for?"

The man grabbed a shotgun off his counter,
And began to head toward Mike.
Mike put his hands up in a placating gesture.

"Hey, I didn't want a fi-"

"Shhh!!!"

The man hushed him,
And walked past Mike to the door.

"There's a storm brewing out on route 50.
There's lots of danger in store.
Many have gone down that road,
And many have been driven mad.
Your truck may survive that white-hot desert.
But will your mind last?"

Mike laughed aloud and sighed aloud.

"That's a good one there.
I've done this run eight times before.
But you sure did give me a scare!
Look, I'll just take this one here.
Will you ring me up?"

The man put his gun back on the counter,
And sat down with a huff.
He rang up Mike and said no more.
Mike went back out to his truck.

"Stupid crazy small town men.
I wish I had another spot for my truck."

He climbed inside and dialed the radio.
And soon, he began to drink.
He looked at a few pictures on his wall,
And just sat there, trying to think.

He saw his Mom, his Dad and others,
But he stared at an empty spot.

"Get some good sleep tonight Mike.
It's a long road ahead-"

"STOOOOOPPPPPP!!!"

Mike jumped at the sudden scream from his speakers,
The radio crackled and popped.
But a moment later, his signal came back.
And he searched around for his glock.

But nothing else happened that night.
And in fact, he slept well.
It's a good thing too because he would need it,
To make it through the desert's spells.

Series: Notes of DestinySeason 1: The War for HarmadoniaEpisode 1: The Windy WoodChapter 3: Tales of The Winged IsleText:On the first day of the Fairwood Festival,Most were shopping for goods.Some merchants only came once a yearAnd everyone thought one should.But Windy went on day one,Every year to see-Darris, The great Centaur-BardTell stories of the brave and free He came a long way from Alogolis.Home of all his kind,Centaurs didn't travel abroad very often,But, he never did mind.For he was growing old in years,And his heart longed to see,All the places told to him in storiesOf the brave and the free. His white beard, mane, and coatSat against his dark blue cloak.And a white ruffled shirt underneath that,And a beautiful firefly broach.His hooves tapped the ground and all who gatheredSat in attention to hear,The stories of Darris The Centaur-Bard,And his travels both far and near. Darris: "Thank you all for coming today.It's a privilege to be here.Now if you'd be so very kind,Please lend me your ear.For I have tales to tell,Of a place of mystery.North of here, The Winged Isle.And what there I did see? Well as you know, the place seems desertedTo the naked eye.A simple, dessert, table-landOn crags that reach the sky.The only thing that we can spotFrom the cliffs at sea,Are The spiraling spires of Kashlawn Spier.The ruined castle that once was free.Yet no one knows the mysterious answerOf this exotic place.How did they build on these cliffs,Without a single trace-Of a footpath, pulleys, or ropes?Some people have their thoughts,But some suspect there were people who lived there.With wings to fly like hawks." Windy's heart began to soar.These were her favorite tales.Legends of The Winged People.Who flew over the wind's great gales.It did not matter to her,Which specific tale it was.The stories of The Winged PeopleSet Windy's heart a-buzz. After hearing the taleOf battles and romance,Darris told them of his journeysAnd broke them out of their trance. Darris: "And at the beginning of this year,The Winged Isle I passed.But what I saw was something amazing,That in my mind will last..." He had them all on the edge of their seats,While he paused for dramatic power. Darris: "I saw smoke risingFrom Kashlawn Spier's tallest tower."A collective gasp came from the crowd.But some followed up with laughs.Darris said farewell to them all,And some put money in his hat.Windy made to do so too.But something caught her eye.Four pirates were shoving a handsome slave boy.And striking him, making him cry.

Series: Notes of DestinySeason 1: The War for HarmadoniaEpisode 1: The Windy WoodChapter 2: Trouble In Ka'Lanner's CourtsText:The red and orange bannersFluttered in the breeze.Ka'Lanner was in full vestigeFor The birthday of Queen Rhys.The summer air was slightly coolFor that time of year,And all the giant windows were openIn The Ballroom of Gan Mir. The people dressed in bright colors,Both men and women alike.All land owners had been invitedTo celebrate from dawn 'til night.But the brightest colors of them all,Clothed the royal ones.Whose raiments bore colors so splendid,Jealous would be the sun. King Cortano, his wife, Queen Rhys,And The Crown Prince Fortinato,Sat atop the twelve-step-daisWith smiles and bravado.Well, all were sat except Prince Fort,Who paced and surveyed the event.He smiled at his mother'sWonderful celebration present. The Boomaharpists played their songs,And everyone danced with joy.Down below In the harbor, ships were let in,As the foliage 'round did enjoyThe magic of the songsHeard from the open balconies,But little did they know what cameWould leave such terrible agonies. Moments later, commotion was heard,Down below in the courtyard.The Boomaharpists stopped their song,As did the singing bards.The soldiers ran to the balconies,And saw ladders being set,As pirates began to climb up,Each bearing a simple cutlass. The people fled away from the windows,And soldiers and commanders rushed forth.The King was there with his Tower Bass,As was the young Prince Fort.He pulled out his boomaharp and joinedThe bards that rang their bellsAnd the other boomaharpists who played so loud,The song began to swell. Ivy tangled pirates on the wall,The troops began to cheer.But soon there were too many pirates,And the men began to fear.Soon they were inside,And the fighting commenced,But for Fort, it didn't last very long.As he was hit from behind and silenced.

Series: Notes of Destiny

Season 1: The War for Harmadonia

Episode 1: The Windy Wood

Chapter 1: Autumn Excitement

Text:

Windy Bog went for a jog,

And came around a bend.

The smell of hickory hit her nose,

And made dreams of autumn blend.

The leaves were red and orange and brown

And yellow, her favorite shades,

And the Fairwood festival would soon be here.

The Great Songwriter she praised.

The leaves of Fairwood were like no other

Their size dwarfed normal breeds.

Just like the source from which they came

.Fairwood's great Mora trees.

The leaves could reach three feet in length

And their trees would often be,

Much too high for evenThe soaring eagles to see.

The trees were hollowed out for buildings

From houses to City Halls.

In the rural areas, the canopy

Was trimmed around 20 feet tall.

In the markets and the public grounds,

They trimmed it higher still

This quiet, forest, island home

Was for her, quite a thrill.

She sang and watched the magic From her voice's use

The swirling colors of the leavesHappily reproduce.

For the magic in the world she lived

Was the music and the sound

Mingling with the physical world

Creating effects to which they were bound.

A battle song wouldn't just rouse an army

It'd inspire the earth to fight.

Trees would strike out as living extensions

Of the song's pure might.

This was used not just for battle

But for everyday life.

The songs of the World of Harmadonia

Were full of heavenly light.

But not everyone appreciated

Magic in this way.

Windy's song was interrupted,

As was her simple play.

Her older brother Cruncher,

Warbled a garbled note.

The leaves turned gray and her flying song

Fluttered down to a float.

Cruncher: "Come on! It's time to get to work

You lazy little dreamer!

The only song you should be singing

Should run the big clothes steamer!"

Windy sighed and apologized,

Her chores she knew she'd shirked.

Windy: "But you know, Cruncher,"

She said with a smile,"

There's more to life than work.

I have a feeling that very soon

Our lives will change a lot."

She turned back to their humble home,

And off to do chores she walked.

Series: Guardians of AtlantaSeason 1: The Legend of Stone MountainEpisode 1: Cyclone Jones: The Long SummerChapter 2: The HeadbandText:The old blue back-door swung open,Into the Joneses' farmhouse.Cyrus looked into the kitchen,There was no one about.Lightning flashed and thunder roared,As her soaked and shivering form-Stepped inside and dripped to the floor,Hoping to get warm.Reed: "Cyrus?" Came a voice from the other room."Is that you, darlin'?" he saidA dirty-looking man walked in from the kitchenWith a Braves cap on his head.He wore a red flannel shirtwith blue overalls on top.And the car part he'd been carryingHe quickly did drop.For the sight of his daughter cryingWas alarming indeed.He hugged his crying tweenage girl,As they slipped down to their knees.Reed: "Cyrus what's the matter?I thought you were at Connor's game!"At the game's mention,The weather grew less tame.As Cyrus coughed and spluttered,The rain grew more intense.Reed took her aside into the living room,And quietly let her vent.Once she had releasedThe bulk of her inner turmoil,She looked up at her Dad,And anger at herself roiled.Cyrus: "Dad, I ruined the game!I was sitting in the dugout,next to Connor like Coach McFarland lets me,and I tried..." She began to pout."It was stupid but I tried to hold his hand.And as soon as I did,he had to go get ready to batand..." Cyrus closed her eyelids.I couldn't help it! I started crying..."Cyrus lost it again.Reed stroked his daughter's hair,"They lost the game whenIt was called due to weather,They were in the 9th down by 4.But they had the bases loaded and Connor on deck,"Now Reed saw what she was crying for.Reed: "And the rain was your fault, Cyrus?"Cyrus: "Are you kidding? Of course, it was!"Reed took a moment to process it all,And they relaxed during that pause.Reed: "I'm sorry, Cyrus. But you can't letThis keep you from living your life.I've told you before and I'll tell you again,You don't have to keep secrets and lie.You can tell ConnorAbout your gift, if you want."Cyrus: "There's no way he'd believe me, Daddy!That was always her response."Why did God give me this gift?!Why'd he send that stupid Angel to you?"Reed saw the pain in his daughter's face,But even then he knew,He had to balance his firmnessAnd comfort in his reply.Reed: "God made you the way he made you.He gave you control over the sky.And it won't do nothin' but hurt you to becursin' his messenger on high.I know things are hard for you.Harder than most girls in fact.But it will get better, Cyrus.God's Angel promised us that."Cyrus sighed and curled upInto her Daddy's arms,And the raindrops lightened into a sprinkleAs they stayed safe and warm,Inside their beautiful farmhouse,And there was no more need for talk.Just the tapping of the rain,And the ticking of the clock.

Series: Craic In The World

Season 1: These Last DaysEpisode 1: Come Together

Chapter 1: American Exile

Text:Jayshawn Grogan was a little boy-

Raised in New Orleans.

His parents had a hard time keeping up with him,

Every night, they'd drink themselves green.

They were never abusive to Jayshawn,

But he had to fight for his life.

At school, at the corner, and in between,

His young days were full of strife.

One day Jayshawn had had enough.

It was time for him to break free.

So at 16 he stowed away on a ship,

And to Ireland he did flee.

His Gram wrote him letters from her home there.

So to Ballyshannon he'd go.

He'd seek a new life on the Emerald Isle,

And his Gram, he'd finally know.

He found his Gram without a problem,

She took care, and pulled some strings.

She got him his Irish citizenship,

Among many other things.

Those 6 years with her, were loving and carefree,

Until one day she died.

Peacefully she drifted off in her sleep.

But before she'd slept, she tried-

To write Jayshawn about something important.

But it looked like gibberish.

Symbols and letters all jumbled up,

Was one of them a fish?

Jayshawn inherited the house,

And put the message away.

He always thought Gram a little crazy.

But he'd find out one day,

Exactly how sane Ol' Gramma was.

The clock of time ticked by.

And this is where our story truly begins,

In the middle of July.