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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 6:18 pm
A Letter from Uncle Neal
===== Today I recieved a message and a package in the mail. They were both addressed to Mos, but I don't know that he sent out for them. The letter said "From your Uncle Neal". I wasn't aware that I had siblings...Well, to be on the safe side, I opened the package while Mos was practicing spelling. Inside was this purple orb with Mos's name on it. Well, it said "Mos", but close enough. A little piece of paper floated out and it had some kind of a legend on it. Anyway, the orb is called a "holier-than-thou" and I don't know what it does. Mos read the letter, so I have no idea what it says.  Uncle Neal's Letter Hey Mossy-kins. It's me, Uncle Neal. I sent you this orb, it's a Holier-than-Thou. Keep it safe and don't let your mom touch it, okay? I know you'll do fine. I won't tell you what the orb does now, but you'll find out later. Catch you on the other side, little buddy, Neal. Mos's Journal Dear Mums, To-day I got a leter frum my unkle Neel. He sayz I gota keep the Holyr then Thow safe from mom. Mom maid me wurk on my speling to-day, but it waz ok. Moz
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 5:24 pm
Mosrael, King of Chaos pt. I
===== "Hail Mosrael, King of Chaos."The voice was decidedly female. It was kind, unthreatening, and there was a strange, foreign accent to it. The woman's voice pronounced "Mosrael" as "Mohzrayeel". Mos smiled and turned over in his sleep. "Mosrael, King of Chaos. Bringer of wonders."Obviously Mos was important in his past life. A flash of anger crossed Mos's sleeping face. Why was he frozen in time? He was so very important. "Bring us a wonder, Mosrael."Mos fidgeted under his covers. His body temperature was rising. Sweat beaded on his back and forehead. His feet kicked fitfully and forced his covers down around his ankles. "A wonder Mosrael."Mos could not escape his dream. Flashes of light burst forth. The hot sun seared on his tan brown back. A knife was clutched in his wizened hand. Blackness consumed him and he heard a whispery laugh. Another flash, a flash of red mixing with white. A lamb was dead. "Hail Mosrael, King of Chaos."Blackness consumed him once again. Cooling, soft, darkness. His mind calmed and again, he enjoyed the calming female voice. "We hail you, Mosrael."Mos whispered almost silently, his lips parting just enough to push a few words out. A stream of strange words, in something far from English, dropped from his tongue. The words were almost tangible, reeling around his head in the darkness. "King of Chaos."
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 10:22 am
Mosrael, King of Chaos pt. II
===== "Hail Mosrael, King of Chaos."The dream started the same way. Mos's sleeping form twitched violently. Would this dream bring the same horrible heat and uncomfortable visions? "Mosrael, King of Chaos. Bringer of wonders."Mos clenched and unclenched his fists, worry spreading across his face. The voice was still calm, still soft and foreign, but Mos could not place the origin, nor could he shake the feeling that the voice would change somehow. "We need a wonder, Mosrael."The woman sounded almost desperate for a second. Suddenly there was a flood of voices pounding in on all sides. They did not speak in English, but screamed, shouted, begged, in a frightening language. Mos recognized it, though. Was it Esperanto? No, it could not be. A thought struck his dormant mind. Aztec. "Listen to your people, Mosrael. They need you."The woman's voice was now cajoling him, coaxing his willing mind into commiting to something. "Tell your people, Mosrael."Mos opened his mouth, speaking loudly in Aztec, trying to convince "his people" that the King of Chaos was here. "Save your people, Mosrael."Mos flopped around in the bed, now only muttering in Aztec, but uncomfortable now. "King of Chaos."
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:20 pm
Mosrael, King of Chaos pt. III
===== "What do you mean, 'King of Chaos'?" Pave frowned at Mos, who was sitting at the kitchen table, chewing happily on Lucky Charms straight from the box. "Mi mezo mia revi dirid mi Mi estis Regxo de Dangxero." Mos replied through a mouthful of marshmallows. Pave shook her head. "Well you aren't allowed to put that sign on your door, you are not King of Chaos until everyone else is dead." She tapped the sign on the table and shook her head. Mos stuck his tongue out, dislodging several puffed rice pieces and a few soggy marshmallows. "LA SXLOSILO!" Mos cried, spewing more half-eaten cereal. Pave walked away, muttering under her breath, and headed toward the paper towels. Mos, while her back was turned, snatched the box of Lucky Charms and the sign from the table and ran to his room, giggling like a madman. With lots of double-sided tape, Mos managed to affix the sign to his door. Proudly, he stood back and admired his work.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 9:16 am
There's Something About Mary and Mos pt. I and II
===== Part IPart II "Sed Mi povi esti Regxo de Dangxero!" Mos protested. Pave snorted. "Kiel povi vi esti Regxo de Dangxero, iom oni?" She asked, smoothing his hair back and laughing. Mos frowned at her. "Mi potenco esti Regxo." Mos mumbled sullenly. Pave patted his head patronizingly. "Tiam Mi povi esti knabino Regxo." Pave laughed. Mos shook his head. "Oni Regxo!" He replied angrily. "Kio okazid?" Pave chose to ignore Mos's complaints of one King. "Mi povi ne memori." Mos replied haughtily. Pave sighed. "Ne kusxi, Mosrael?" She stepped back from Mos as his hand curled into a fist. "Sola sxi povi voki mi tiu." He replied. Pave raised an eyebrow curiously. "Sxi? Kiu estas sxi?" Mos turned his head and refused to answer his mother. "Diri mi!" Pave demanded. Mos shook his head. "Ne." Pave had to leave it at that, because the doctor suddenly walked in, smiling and holding up a folder. "Miss Chaos?" He asked Pave. Pave nodded. "Jes. I mean, sorry, yes?" She looked expectantly at the doctor, who handed her the folder to look through. "Mosrael seems fine to us," The doctor informed Pave. Mos glared at the doctor. "Diri li." Mos pointed to Pave, then the doctor. Pave nodded to Mos and turned back to the doctor. "Mos doesn't go by his full name, call him Mos." She flipped through the folder, finding a large green "HEALTHY" stamp on an otherwise blank piece of paper. "Healthy?" She asked incredulously. "Yes, ma'am." The doctor replied. "He passed all of the tests, his medication is in check, he hasn't seen us since he was a baby, so there was nothing else to--" "He had a heart attack in the middle of a playdate!" Pave cut the doctor off angrily. "Ho! Stulta doktoro, filo de a rato cerbo." She began to mutter rude things under her breath, confusing the doctor thoroughly. "Uh, stulta?" The doctor asked. Mos frowned and nodded angrily. "Jes! Stulta doktoro, ne cerbo! Senutila doktoro, stulta kaj senutila!" Mos shouted at him. The doctor backed out of the room and ran down the hall, still hearing the angry shouts from Mos's room. "Tiam Mi diveni ni havi al atendi kaj vidi." Pave sighed to Mos. Mos shrugged and hopped down from the hospital bed. "Bela kun mi." Mos replied. Pave grabbed Mos's wrist and helped him navigate the hospital corridors. "Morgaux." Pave whispered as the doors slid open for them.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 9:54 am
First Day
===== A glint of metal flashed in front of Mos's face. He winced and turned over in his sleep. The knife twirled in the air, mocking him as it shone. A voice in the background, the black night of his dream, spoke in a low voice, sounding distinctly angry. He wanted to listen to what the voice said, but an extreme pain distracted him. The knife was digging into his skin. A long cut appeared on his upper arm. The hot blood gushed from it and Mos screamed. Mos woke in a panic, blinded, tearing at his covers and frightening the lambs to no end. He put his hand down on the bed and felt warm liquid. He reeled back and fell out of bed. Mos realized that there was a very painful pain emanating from his shoulder. He turned his head carefully, almost all of his vision returning now, and his sight fell on a gash, several inches long and at least an inch deep, spewing blood. His eyes rolled back into his head and he fell back onto the carpet. The rest of his brothers were already chewing on buttered toast, stirring stale cereal, drinking milk from the carton, and in Faith's case, licking a stick of lukewarm butter. Mos shuffled into the kitchen with red-rimmed tired eyes. Pave smiled at her son. He grabbed for a small carton of milk and Pave screamed. "What did you do to your arm?!" Pave grabbed Mos's shoulder and he winced. "No touch, please." Pave released her son and repeated her question. "What did you do to your arm?" Mos shrugged one shoulder, the uninjured one. "Nenio." Pave reached into a cupboard for the well-used first aid kit. She put a bandage on the still slightly dripping wound and let the subject drop for the day.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:28 am
Second Day
===== Mos needed the voice to speak up. He could not hear what they said and they were talking so angrily! He wanted to know what made them mutter as they did. Flash! Another knife, larger, and dripping blood this time. With an unconscious shudder, he realised it was his blood. The knife flew forward and caught him in the stomach. He reeled backward and tried to pull it out, only cutting his hands more. "MOTHER!" He woke with a jolt, pressing his hands to his stomach and screaming for Pave. He shut his eyes tight, not wanting to see the angry swirls of darkness that consumed his vision. "MOS!" Pave dragged her bloody son out from between his sheets and rushed downstairs, half-carrying Mos. After a quick stop to tell Fahrenheit, who was raiding the fridge, that they were heading to the hospital, she bolted out the door. "Mother, please." Mos tried to keep his voice as strong as he could as he begged with her not to take him to the hospital. It was nothing! He could handle this on his own. Pave snorted mirthlessly and increased her speed. "Oh my!" The nurse in the emergency room immediately called for a doctor when Pave rushed in. Mos had become a worrying shade of pasty white. --Two Hours Later-- "Mossy? Mos, can you hear me?" Pave's voice floated in to Mos's brain. Mos blinked slowly and rubbed his eyes to clear away the white mist that had gathered there. He sat up and was greeted with many tubes and a large bandage around his torso. It was stiff and he had to lay back down so as not to cause himself too much discomfort. "Mary?" Mos tried to make sense of the name. There was a strange fog around his mind and he could not remove it. Pave smiled and smoothed his hair back. "Sleep, Mos, you should sleep." Mos shook his head violently, making himself nauseous in the process. "Sleep is bad." He protested. "Bad, bad, bad." Pave had a look of worry twisting her face as she sat over her son, watching as he gently closed his eyes and popped them open repeatedly. "I'm sorry, Mos."
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