Showing posts with label norse mythology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label norse mythology. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Hookers and Hangers Bloghop: The Hangers

I enjoyed the exercise presented  by Falling for Fiction on their "Hookers and Header" bloghop.  This is the second hop I've completed with them and appreciate them allowing a horror writer around.  Novelists should look at their chapter beginning/ending and separate their first and last lines to see what's pushing the audience to  go deeper.




I had good comments yesterday, so today, comment again and I'll do a second drawing for an e-book.  Thank you all for the experience and follow my mundane adventures here at Father Thunder and at www.ruminationofthunder.com.

Now for the hangers:

This isn't the last line but is in the final chapter:

Chapter 61:  After nearly drowning in the supernatural, the mind needs time to process and reprocess events and make up several lies to believe in.


Chapter 1: The big black dog, his hellhound, materialized from the shadows between the houses, and followed him right down the street.

Chapter 8: Within thirty minutes he had showered, climbed into bed, and dreamed of burning men and a howl that woke him up an hour before the alarm went off.

That's it for the contest, here are some more.

Chapter 2: Then something reached deep into George’s soul and strangled it.

Chapter 3: Bailey knew the omen, and recognized the rest of the day was going to suck.

Chapter 4: George stood his ground for a moment, then fainted away, letting something take over that had wanted out all day to play.  

Chapter 7: “God, help us all.”

Chapter 9: Long blinded eyes looked lost as he gave up the ghost.

Chapter 10: Nonetheless, it sent a chill down George’s spine and the feeling that this would not be the last death to visit him.

Chapter 12: A few days until the master of the world walked among the humans once again, and his servants were awaiting him.

Chapter 15: He knew his father was dead by the bloat and mottled appearance, but the groan sunk itself deep into George’s mind as a warning of his father’s return.

Chapter 17: With bourbon, he’d be ready for anything.

Chapter 19: A beacon of hellish red light erupted from downtown and provided the trail.

Chapter 24: Bailey recovered from the light, sound, and pressure to find the rain stopped, the sky clear, and his car very dead.

Chapter 26: It looked black in the moonlight as he raised it to the sky, muttered something as old as man, and took a taste of human heart.


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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Saga of Biorn

I love this.  In its honor, I will talk like a viking the rest of the week.  By Odin's Beard, watch it!!!

Story
Biôrn, an old Viking, is determined to reach Valhalla, the warrior's afterlife full of excessive drinking and debauchery. To gain entry he has to die honorably in battle, but he discovers that the right death isn't so easy.

Credits
A film by: Benjamin J. Kousholt, Daniel D. Christensen, Mads Lundgaard Christensen, Jesper A. Jensen, Jonas K. Doctor, Steffen Lyhne, Pernille Ørum-Nielsen, Frederik Bjerre-Poulsen, Jonas Georgakakis

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Reykjavik, Iceland is warmer than I am right now.


It dropped to -16 (that's degrees Fahrenheit, Kyle) after a foot of snow fell the last couple of days. 

Paxatony Phil can kiss my powdered donut, I think this is the beginning of Fimbulvinter.  Three successive hard winters that prelude the end of the world.  They say it will snow in all directions (I watched it snowing up in the white out conditions Tuesday), although it's supposed to be spring in another month and this is supposed to last three straight years. 

Not to yell, but the eternal night of Reykjavik, Iceland had 41 degrees F this morn with a light gentle rain.  The local radio stations are throwing boiling water outside to see if it explodes, just like the Artic Circle.

So fellow writers and readers, before you turn into a Jackcicle, here are the steps of hypothermia.

1. You start shivering (that means that your body is trying to warm itself up).

2. Your heart rate gets faster and your breathing is much faster than usual.

3. Your hands and feet turn white and cold (your body takes blood away from your finger and toes and uses it to keep the heart and other organs warmer).

4. You start to act confused.

5. Your lips or skin start to turn a blue color (that means that the hypothermia is getting worse).

6. Some people with hypothermia feel hot and start taking off their coats.

Then it happens, here is some info about what happens from http://outsideonline.com/outside/magazine/0197/9701fefreez.html

There is no precise core temperature at which the human body perishes from cold. At Dachau's cold-water immersion baths, Nazi doctors calculated death to arrive at around 77 degrees Fahrenheit. The lowest recorded core temperature in a surviving adult is 60.8 degrees. For a child it's lower: In 1994, a two-year-old girl in Saskatchewan wandered out of her house into a minus-40 night. She was found near her doorstep the next morning, limbs frozen solid, her core temperature 57 degrees. She lived.

The article also goes on with a fictional account of what happens.

Wikipedia also has some interesting facts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypothermia

In the final stages of hypothermia, the brain stem produces a burrowing-like behavior. Similar to hibernation behavior in animals, individuals with severe hypothermia are often found in small, enclosed spaces, such as under the bed or behind wardrobes.

Stay warm.  Winter may still be continuing.

For more weather information, check out my other blog:
www.ruminationsofthunder.blogspot.com