<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186</id><updated>2011-10-08T18:46:16.012-05:00</updated><category term='Anime'/><category term='GAME'/><category term='Todd E Daugherty'/><category term='Science Fiction'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Dimensions Unbound'/><category term='ART'/><category term='Doodle'/><category term='Drawing'/><category term='N9OGL'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='UNBOUND GIRL DETECTIVE CLUB'/><category term='Outhouse'/><category term='COPYRIGHT VIOLATION'/><category term='NIM BUSTERS'/><category term='USAGI'/><category term='CHRISTMAS ANGEL'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='Visual Novels'/><category term='horror'/><category term='Dime Novel'/><category term='Shadow Hill'/><category term='Time Travel'/><title type='text'>N9OGL WORKS</title><subtitle type='html'>The creative works of Todd E Daugherty</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-3605728891314058085</id><published>2010-06-09T23:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:33:24.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dimensions Unbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dime Novel'/><title type='text'>Dimensions Unbound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dimensions Unbound...well almost done, been stuck on it for the last two weeks need to figure how I'm going to move it along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dimensions Unbound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode One : The Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Todd Daugherty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Copyright; 1983, 1985, 1987, 2010&lt;br /&gt;DDC-TV/Langley Park Studio's&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hunting all day long Brad, Todd, Buddy, and Fox were walking down Vanderveer Street, with the sun beating down on them as heading back home. As they got closer to town they noticed an old small shack hidden deep within the tall weeds. The shack had been abandoned for a long time and boys had thought numerous times of going and explore it.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey let's go explore that old shack real fast" said Todd pointing toward the old house.&lt;br /&gt;"Well why not, we could waste some time" said Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;"Well what time time do you have to be back?" asked Fox&lt;br /&gt;"Four-thirty, isn't it four-thirty when you guys eat?" asked Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah"mumbled Brad.&lt;br /&gt;So the boys cut their way through the weeds towards the old abandon shack made of cinder block. The door to the shack had been completely removed an a horrible odor oozed from the building.&lt;br /&gt;“This place sure smells” said Todd as he waved his hand in front of his face&lt;br /&gt;“Well let's look around” said Fox as walked into shack followed by the other boys.&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the first room the boys notice it was a small kitchen There was a small table sitting in the middle of the room and four rusty metal chairs around it. A 1950's style refrigerator stood on the other side of room next to the another open door way. Next to it was a rusty old stove and a rusty old sink covered in smell slim.&lt;br /&gt;"Let keep going and see what's in the other rooms” said Brad as he walked into the next room.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah” said Todd as he followed his brother.&lt;br /&gt;"Fox, you better keep watch in case the police come.” said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;"OK" said Fox as he began to look out the windows.&lt;br /&gt;The next room was the living room, with a brown couch and an old black and white TV set which sat on a wooden crate.&lt;br /&gt;The boys went room to room, digging through cardboard boxes finding a lots of useful junk for their club house.&lt;br /&gt;They finally came to the last room which was filled with car parts, electronic parts and cardboard boxes filled with stuff. Fox sat on a old wooden work bench table, peered out of a broken window looking toward the road, while the other boys looked through the boxes of junk.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, what happened to the guy who use to live here?" asked Fox as he peered back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;"No one knows" said Buddy as he pulled out an piece of unknown electronic equipment from a cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;"He just up and disappeared, no one knows what happened" said Todd as he pulled clothing out of a cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't worry about him, that happened a LONG time ago" said Brad&lt;br /&gt;As the boys continued to talk about the house and it's strange past, they were unaware of a blue car making it's way up the weeds. As it got closer Fox turned his head outward and notice the car stopping by the front door.&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus!, a car just pulled up in the driveway!!" yelled Fox as he jumped of the bench and acted scared&lt;br /&gt;"What?!?!?" asked Todd jumping up from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;"A car pulled up into the drive" said Fox more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah right” said Brad as he continued to dig through the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy jumped onto the table a peered out the broken window. "There is, there's a car out there." said Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;He looked again and noticed four men with bags and guns getting out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, I think we better hide" said Buddy as he jumped off the table.&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't we just go out the window?" asked Brad&lt;br /&gt;"Brad, these guys look mean and they have guns” said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great!!" said Fox even more scared.&lt;br /&gt;"So where should we hide?" asked Brad&lt;br /&gt;"How about behind those tires" said Todd pointing to a stack of tires.&lt;br /&gt;So the boys went and hide behind the tall tires as the four men made their way into the shack.&lt;br /&gt;"Now everyone be quiet" whispered Brad as the boys sat behind the tires and waited.&lt;br /&gt;Frank, Winston, Bob and Felix walked into the kitchen of the old house, dropped their bags onto the ground and sat down at to rusty table.&lt;br /&gt;"Well Winston how much did we get in cash?"asked Frank&lt;br /&gt;"Well mate, I haven't had the chance to count it" said Winston in a very poor Australian accent&lt;br /&gt;"Well you better count it" said Felix point a handgun to Winston's head.&lt;br /&gt;"Count the Money!!" said Frank getting mad at Winston&lt;br /&gt;"OK, 100...200...300...400, this isn't going to working mate, were going to be here all day" said Winston as he picked the money he counted back off of the table.&lt;br /&gt;“God Winston, your stupid!” said Frank rolling his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Ummm...It that a question?” asked Winston puzzled by Frank's comment.&lt;br /&gt;"Well hang on, we better check this place out" said Bob grabbing his hand gun off the table.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, who, who would be in a place like this mate?" said Winston&lt;br /&gt;"Who knows let go!" said Felix getting up off of his seat.&lt;br /&gt;So all for men began walking room to room, stopping to peer at some of the stuff the boys had view only a few minutes earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Brad, Todd, Roger, and Fox continued to sit patiently behind the tires peering out every now and then to see what was going on. They heard voices and peered out and noticed the four men in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;"Well guys, I'm leaving!" said Fox nervously&lt;br /&gt;"No Fox, No wait" said the boys as they tried to hold him&lt;br /&gt;Fox broke the boys grip and began running toward the broken window only to hit a can and trip and fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;“No, I'm leaving” said Fox as he headed out from the tires&lt;br /&gt;“Fox, get back here...Fox” said Todd as Fox made his way across the room.&lt;br /&gt;"He tripped.."said Buddy as he shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh great” said Todd&lt;br /&gt;"oww, ohhh" said Fox as he grabbed his leg.&lt;br /&gt;About that time the four men came rushing into the room to see what the noise was saw Fox sitting on the floor grasping his leg. Brad, Todd and Roger jumped out behind the tires and made a mad dash to the window while three of the men went after the three boys Bob grabbed hold off Fox.&lt;br /&gt;The men shortly returned without the boys.&lt;br /&gt;"We lost them mate" said Winston as he took hold of Fox&lt;br /&gt;"No matter, they will return to rescue their little friend." said Bob with an evil smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;"Now you morons, tie him up" said Bob "Felix you come with me" he said as walked out of the room back toward the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Brad, Todd, and Roger stood in a dark gully trying to catch their breath. The gully which was surrounded by trees was filled with assortment of junk ranging from tractor parts to a outhouse with a house door on it.&lt;br /&gt;"Great, they've got Fox" said Buddy as he tried to catch his breath.&lt;br /&gt;"Well lets go!" said Todd as he began to get ready to move out.&lt;br /&gt;"What go back and rescue him?" asked Brad&lt;br /&gt;"Hell NOOoo, let's go before they give him back!!" said Todd as he began to walking in the other direction away from the house.&lt;br /&gt;"No Todd, we can't just leave him there" said Brad as he grabbed his brother.&lt;br /&gt;"OK, were going to need a plan" said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;So the boys began to make their plans to rescue their friend. Only after they deiced on what they were going to do, they made their way back to the old shack.&lt;br /&gt;Fox sat tied up in a chair in the room him and his friends were hiding just a few minutes earlier. The four men was no where to be seen, but their voices echo from the kitchen, debating on how the money was going to be split.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy poked his head through the broken window and Fox noticed him and tried to struggle to get free with no luck. Buddy climbed through the window and untied Fox from the chair. They both then quietly headed back to the window only to have Fox once again trips on the same can. The four men run back into the room only to see Fox jumping out the window. The four men ran towards the broken window and Bob peers out it and notices the four boys heading toward the woods that sat across the field.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on boys, lets get those little punks" said Bob as he headed after the boys, followed by the other three bank robbers.&lt;br /&gt;Brad, Todd, Roger, and Fox headed back to the gully in the forest, with the bank robbers not far behind them.&lt;br /&gt;"Now what?" asked Fox who was scared of getting caught&lt;br /&gt;"We need to hide somewhere" said Brad&lt;br /&gt;"How about that old Outhouse, it pretty hidden maybe they won't notice it." said Todd&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that old outhouse, let's go" said Buddy as he began to walk toward the outhouse.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure we will all fit?" asked Fox&lt;br /&gt;"Don't know" said Todd as he and others made their way toward the outhouse.&lt;br /&gt;The outhouse which was partly hidden was a wooden structure with what appeared to be a house door on it. Brad opened the door and walked in followed by Buddy, Todd and lastly Fox who shut the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;Frank, Winston, Bob and Felix arrived at gully, to find the boys were not there and began climbing up the other side. They walked into the woods deeper and wondered where the boys went. The finally came out of the woods to the Park where children were playing on swings. The four men peered around looking to see if they could see the four boys. But could not see them.&lt;br /&gt;"Well boss?" asked Felix puzzled by the boys disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe, they doubled back" said Bob&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go back then mate" said Winston.&lt;br /&gt;So the four men turned around and headed back into the woods back toward the old shack.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking they would be in a small, cramp, dark smell, spider filled outhouse, Brad, Todd, Buddy, and Fox stood in a small, brightly lit hallway.&lt;br /&gt;"What is this place?" asked Buddy puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see what behind that door" said Fox point toward a white door down at the other end of the hall on the left side. Fox walked down followed by the other boys and stood in front of the white door. He slowly turned the door knob and opened the white door. Behind the door was a brightly lit white room, with a L shape control center in the middle of the room, and huge computer banks sat next to the door boys had entered. On the other side of the room was an open doorway which lead to another hallway. A teleportation pad was in the front of the room, while at the back of the room was another door. The L shaped control center was stainless steel and had monitor on it, buttons and on the very top sat a small wooden box and a book. Fox grabbed the book and began to read it while Brad opened the wooden box. inside the wooden box was four white bracelets and each boy took a bracelet and put it on.&lt;br /&gt;Frank, Winston, Bob and Felix made their way through the forest, heading toward the old shack when they notice the roof of the outhouse from the top of the gully.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe there hiding in there mate?" said Winston pointing to the roof of the outhouse.&lt;br /&gt;"We better check it out" said Felix&lt;br /&gt;So the four men slide down into the gully and walked over to the outhouse.&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm...Kind of looks small” said Bob&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, as small as those little punks are their probably in there laughing the heads off at us.” said Felix.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, let's find out!” said Winston as he flung the outhouse door open. The four men peered into the outhouse and saw the small brightly lit white hallway.&lt;br /&gt;“What the...”said Winston as stood in astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;The four men walked into the outhouse and stood inside the hallway that they saw from outside. As they stood there they could heard the boy's voices from down the hall. The Four slowly walked down the hallway to sneak up on the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Brad opened the door at the back of the room and the boys noticed a long hallway with doors on either side&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see where this go" said Brad as he walked down the hall. The other boys followed as they made their way down the hallway. They shortly arrived a a T junction on the right was another hall heading right and on the boys left was a set of elevators with potted plants on either side of them and a hallway going straight ahead. At that time Fox looked back and noticed the four men coming through the doorway&lt;br /&gt;"THEY FOUND US!!" yelled Fox.&lt;br /&gt;The other looked behind them and saw the four men down at the other end of the long hallway. The boys took off down the right hallway knowing the four men weren't that far behind them.&lt;br /&gt;"Quick in here" said Todd and opened the door on one of the sides of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;The boys piled into what they thought was a room. Inside the room, the boys stood on a sandy cliff at what appeared to be a sand pit.&lt;br /&gt;"This is getting to weird" said Fox&lt;br /&gt;"We must be back outside" said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;Below the boys was a small set of bushes with a few trees.&lt;br /&gt;"Quick in the bushes" said Brad as he slide down the sandy slope followed by the other boys.&lt;br /&gt;The boys hide in the bushes about that time the four men entered through the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;"What is this place Bob??" asked Frank getting scared.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm..we've must of come out another way see over there is the woods" said Bob pointing toward the right.&lt;br /&gt;"We better get back to the shack before those brats do" said Felix.&lt;br /&gt;So the Four climbed over the top edge of the cliff and headed toward the woods in not so distance, thinking they were the same woods by the old shack. The boys waited awhile to make sure that it was safe before they climbed back up the hill . After a few minutes the boys climbed up the sand slope and walked throw the door and back into the hallway. They closed the door and began walking down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;"What is this place?" asked Todd as the boys walked down the hall&lt;br /&gt;"Well from what I've read in this book, that was in first room we was in. This is some kind of inter dimensional hub." said Fox&lt;br /&gt;"Inter dimensional hub??" asked Brad&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, inter dimensional hub. It's a hub that is between the worlds and is connect to the past, present, future, and all the infinite parallel universes" said Fox "In our world it's connect to an outhouse." he said as he turned the page of the book.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right" said Buddy being skeptical&lt;br /&gt;"According to this book there is five different types of rooms. The first type of rooms are called regular rooms these are normal rooms like a kitchen, bathroom, pool room, library etc. The second type are Holographic room these are room designed for pleasure, and allows a person to play three dimensional holographic games. The third are called Outside room, that's the type of room we was just in, an outside room. It's a room the size of planet that contains plants, water, and animals. The fourth room is called a Time Room, these are rooms that are attached to the past, present and future. The finally room are called parallel world rooms, these are rooms that are attached to parallel universe." said Fox as he walked down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;"You lost me..." said Todd as he rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever, more to the point what if those guys come after us?" said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;"We need to find a place to hide" said Brad&lt;br /&gt;"NO, we need to get out of here" said Todd&lt;br /&gt;"Which is, which way?" asked Fox&lt;br /&gt;"Great were lost" said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah it seems were lost, and the problem with this hub is it infinite and goes on for ever and we may never find our way home” said Fox&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Let's try this door" said Todd as he stopped in front of a door and opened it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;As the door opened up the boys noticed an old looking room with a brass bed in it which sat by a window. The sun was coming through the window as the boys stepped out of what appeared to be from that side a closet. Fox walked over to the window and peered out and noticed they were in a farmhouse surrounded by corn fields.&lt;br /&gt;“Where are we?” asked Todd as the boys looked around the room&lt;br /&gt;“Don't know” said Buddy as he puzzled by the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it seems to be farmhouse” said Fox as he continued to look out the window.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, do you think?” said Todd sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;“Let's see where this door leads” said Brad as he walked across the room to another door and opened it up.&lt;br /&gt;As they opened the door they could hear voices and noticed they were on the second floor of the farmhouse and could see below them in the foyer a man and a women talking to a servant girl. The boys laid down on the ground behind the railing so that the people below could see them.&lt;br /&gt;“Here's your drink miss” said the servant girl holding a tray with a glass on it.&lt;br /&gt;“Very good Maggie, I want you to prepare the upstairs spare room for our little guest” said the women grabbing the glass and taking a drink.&lt;br /&gt;“Very good mum” said the servant girl as she bowed and headed back to the kitchen with the tray.&lt;br /&gt;“We need to get out of here” whispered Buddy&lt;br /&gt;“Let's go back the way we came” said Todd pointing toward room they just had come from.&lt;br /&gt;So the boys got up and walked to the room that they had come from and opened the door to the closet. About that time Fox tripped and fell to the ground with a loud bang. The bracelet that Fox was wearing had taken the most damage. Suddenly the boys heard voices coming along with loud footsteps. The boys entered the closet and Todd shut the door of the closet. Fox however, was trying to pick up the coat rack, which also had fallen to the ground. Fox walked over to the closet and opened the door and noticed there was no hallway, only a small closet.&lt;br /&gt;Scared, Fox hid under the brass bed as the door was opened up by the maid. The maid, the women and man of the house entered the room and looked around and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. The man left the room and the women told the maid to make the bed for their guest and left the room. The women pulled the sheet off the bed and walked out of the room to get a new sheet. The closet opened up and Todd peered out of the closet and whispered “Come on Fox lets go” waving to Fox to come to the closet.&lt;br /&gt;“Guys, I can't go back through. I think these bracelets have something to do with it and mine is broke” said Fox&lt;br /&gt;“So what are we going to do” asked Buddy&lt;br /&gt;“You guys are going to have to find me another bracelet or get this one fixed” said Fox as he the bracelet off and handed to Brad.&lt;br /&gt;“What are you going to do?” asked Todd&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I'm going to hide out until you guys get back” said Fox&lt;br /&gt;“OK Fox, well be back” said Brad&lt;br /&gt;“Well hurry” said Fox “ I don't know how long I can stay hidden”&lt;br /&gt;“OK, Well be right back” said Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;So the boys closed the closet door and Fox hid once again under the big brass bed. At that time the maid once again showed up and made the bed, unaware that Fox was under it.&lt;br /&gt;Brad, Todd and Buddy walked down the white hallway till they came to what appeared to be a dead end, except there was an elevator at the end of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, let's take the elevator” said Todd&lt;br /&gt;“OK” said Brad as Buddy pushed the button.&lt;br /&gt;The elevator door opened up and inside the elevator was a keypad, which was numbered 0 to 9. It also had a clear button and an enter button.&lt;br /&gt;“So where should we go?” asked Buddy&lt;br /&gt;“I don't know, let's try 100” said Todd getting ready to punch it in.&lt;br /&gt;“No, let's go to 50” said Brad&lt;br /&gt;“Tell you what, we will go to 50 first and then go to 100” said Buddy as he pushed 50 into the keypad and hit enter.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the elevator took off and with in seconds the three boys arrived on the 50th floor. The door opened up and the boys peered out and saw a deep thick jungle&lt;br /&gt;“Well Brad, here's your 50th floor” said Todd as he smirked&lt;br /&gt;“OK you two, let's try 100” said Buddy as he pushed the numbers into the keypad.&lt;br /&gt;The door closed and within minutes the boys arrived on the 100th floor. The door of the elevator opened up and the boys stood in another brightly lit hallway, but unlike the one they were in before. This hallway was larger and had cathedral ceilings which arched inward. The boys walked down the hall until they came to two big golden doors.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey let's check in here” said Brad as he opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the room were pallets of gold bars stacked to ceiling and drawers filled with jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe one of those bracelets is in here” said Brad&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, Todd you check over there” said Buddy as he pointed to the far end of the large room.&lt;br /&gt;“OK” said Todd as he walked over to the pile of jewelry and trinkets.&lt;br /&gt;“Brad, you check over there” said Buddy as he pointed toward a wall with filing cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;“ OK” said Brad as he walked over toward the filing cabinets to search.&lt;br /&gt;“OK, let's find what we need” said Buddy as begin digging through a pile of jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of walking, Frank, Winston, Bob, and Felix arrived on the other side of the woods and noticed that it wasn't what they thought. Instead of the small shack they thought they would see, all they saw was a huge hill filed green pasture. They looked up into the sky and realized that they weren't on Earth, but on a strange planet with four moons hovering overhead.&lt;br /&gt;“We better turn back mate” said Winston who seemed to be a little scared.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, we better turn back before it gets too dark” said Bob&lt;br /&gt;So the four men turned around and headed back they way they came.&lt;br /&gt;After hours of searching the Vault room the boys deiced to check the door across the hall. They opened the door which had a window in it and it lead to a stairwell leading up. They walked up the stairs and opened another door which lead to another hallway with wooden doors with portal windows in them. The boys looked in one and noticed a lab.&lt;br /&gt;“Let's look in here guys” said Buddy as he opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;Brad and Todd followed buddy into one of the labs and noticed an assortment of equipment sitting around. Searching for hours they found more bracelets and shells of bracelets that weren't complete.&lt;br /&gt;They grabbed a bracelet and headed back to where Fox was as quickly as they could. They arrived shortly to where Fox was and Fox climbed out from underneath then bed. As Todd was giving Fox his new bracelet the room door flung open and the owners of the farmhouse stood there with a evil grins on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” said the man as he looked at his wife.&lt;br /&gt;“It looks like we have some sneaky rats.” said the women&lt;br /&gt;“Take them to the cellar, and Jim go fetch the sheriff” said the man.&lt;br /&gt;The man servants walked into the room and grabbed the four boys and dragged them to the cellar.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;The four men servants locked the door to the small room in the basement where Brad, Todd, Roger, and Fox now in.&lt;br /&gt;“Great, we need to get out of here” said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;“OK, Everyone look around and see if there is a way out” said Todd&lt;br /&gt;So the fours began to look around to see if there was a way for them to escape.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey guys, take a look at this.” said Fox as he pointed to a hole in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder where it goes” said Todd looking into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;“By the looks of it , it looks like catacombs, that go underneath the house” said Brad.&lt;br /&gt;“One things for sure, it isn't here” said Buddy as he climbed through the small hole.&lt;br /&gt;Following Buddy was Todd and then his brother Brad, and then Fox. The passage under the house was dirty and filled with cobwebs as the boys silently made their way under the house. As they continue through the semi-dark passageway the boys could hear voices from above them.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey guys, listen” whispered buddy as he stopped in the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;Above the boys, the man and women of the house was discussing their evil plan.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes my dear it is going all according to plan. When our guest arrives we will devour them and replace him with a clone” said the women&lt;br /&gt;“YES, then we shall take over this pathetic little planet” said the man.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, it's a neat little plan, first we kill of the president of this country and then we conquer the world” said the women&lt;br /&gt;“Come my drear, let us prepare ourselves for our guest. Said the man as he grabbed his wife hand and walked into the parlor.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh man, we need to stop these guys” said Brad&lt;br /&gt;“But how??” asked Fox&lt;br /&gt;“I think were going to have to get help” said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;“Oh right, from who?” asked Todd&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, no one will believe us” said Fox&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I hate to say it, but I think were going to have to get those guys who are chasing us to help us.” said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;“What, those four bank robbers?” asked Todd&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah” said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;“ARE YOU NUTS!!” yelled Fox&lt;br /&gt;“Keep your voice down, we don't want anyone to hear us, but that the only choice we have.” said Buddy&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah apparently they are not from our planet” said Todd&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm...” said Fox rubbing his chin&lt;br /&gt;“What?” asked Todd puzzled&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder what Doctor Who would do?” said Fox with one finger in the air and smile on his face. The rest of the boys all fall to the ground, face first with a loud crash.&lt;br /&gt;“Fox, I thought we said you couldn't mention anything about that stupid show” said Todd&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Sorry” said Fox&lt;br /&gt;“Right, anyway we need to get out of here first, before we can stop those people, aliens whatever they are.” said Brad&lt;br /&gt;“Right” said Buddy as he continued to crawl through the semi-dark catacombs under the house.&lt;br /&gt;They continued to crawl until they came to a big room.&lt;br /&gt;“Now where are?” asked Fox trying to get the cobwebs off of his face&lt;br /&gt;“We must be under the front porch” said Buddy as he crawled into the room.&lt;br /&gt;A small beam of light came from a small hole in the brick wall, giving the room a little light&lt;br /&gt;“How are we going to get out” said Todd as he moved into the room&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe, we can kick the wall out where the hole is” said Brad as enter the room&lt;br /&gt;“Then what??” asked Fox as he crawled over the the hole.&lt;br /&gt;“Then, we make our way back in the house and back to the closet” said Brad&lt;br /&gt;Fox peered out the hole and notice a horse and carriage come towards the house. The carriage stopped near the house and the sheriff jumped off it.&lt;br /&gt;“Guys, the sheriff just arrived, we need to get out of here” said Fox&lt;br /&gt;“OK, let's see if we can make the hole in the wall bigger” said Brad crawling over to the hole.&lt;br /&gt;The other boys went over to the hole also and began to kick the brick wall around the hole.&lt;br /&gt;The bricks of the wall began to move as the wall suddenly collapse outward. The hole was big enough that the boys could climb out. Brad crawled out followed by Buddy, Todd and Fox. The boys ran to some nearby bushes and tried to figure out how they were going to get back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey look there” said Todd as he pointed to a vine bush that was climbing up the house.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, we can climb up there” said Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;“Let's go” said Brad as he sprint across to the house. Todd, Buddy and Fox followed behind as brad made his way up the vine bush to a open second window. Buddy Followed behind Brad, then Todd and Then Fox. The boys climbed through the window into the master bed room and they could the owners of the house talking about them to the sheriff. They opened the door and sneaked down the hallway to the spare room and opened the closet door and walked back into the brightly lit hallway and closed the door behind them.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;“Now what?” asked Fox trying to catch his breath.&lt;br /&gt;“Now we need to find those four guys and convince them to help us stop those aliens.” said Brad as he began to walk down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;“But they could be anywhere” said Fox as he followed along, only to run into Todd's back.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, well, well Look who we found” said Bob&lt;br /&gt;“CRAP!!' yelled Fox scared&lt;br /&gt;“Great, we were looking for you guys” said Todd&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really” said Felix&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah we need your help” said Brad&lt;br /&gt;“Sure” said Bob as he and the rest of the bank robbers grabbed the boys.&lt;br /&gt;“The only thing your going to do mate is tell us how to get out of this place.” said Winston&lt;br /&gt;Each of the four men grabbed a boy by the arm and began to walk down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;“There is only one problem” said Brad&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, what that asked Bob&lt;br /&gt;“Some aliens are going to kill the president in the past and if they do, the future we know might not be like we know it.” said Fox&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah right kid” said Bob as the four men dragged the boys down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;“No! really” all four boys said as the were dragged through the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;“Hang on mate, what if these little brats are telling the truth?” said Winston&lt;br /&gt;“Come on Winston, you aren't going to believe these kids are you?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-3605728891314058085?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/3605728891314058085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=3605728891314058085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/3605728891314058085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/3605728891314058085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2010/06/dimensions-unbound.html' title='Dimensions Unbound'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-5138278869729879792</id><published>2010-06-07T20:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:07:33.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Something I posted on 7 CHAN /l/ and now it's down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something I posted on 7 CHAN /l/ and now it's down, anyway I hope you enjoy it. This is a fragment of a story called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The Traveler'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I wrote...again enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Traveler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Todd Daugherty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind blows outside as I write down on these few pages all I had seen these past ten years. I do not know if this place is my home, or perhaps in some lost dream, my home waiting for me. My wife is cook in the kitchen, while my two children Annie and Michael play by the big oak tree in the back yard waiting for my return.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my home which smells of fine foods, sits high on top a hill over looking a green pasture, ancient hollows and forgotten groves. As you peer off from the back porch you can see a blue brook snake it's way across the green pasture. High above in the blue sky white pillows of clouds would slowly move by, as if their they were in no hurry to go anywhere. Bubble bees would fly flower to flower drinking their sweet nectar while the summer breeze would fill the air with their aroma, making it seem like a never-ending dream.&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit here in this two room cabin in a bleak world where everything seems dead. The cold wind pounds the windows while strange animals outside howl my name. The candle, which I'm use to write this tale down, also protects me from the things in the dark void of this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-5138278869729879792?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/5138278869729879792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=5138278869729879792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/5138278869729879792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/5138278869729879792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-i-posted-on-7-chan-l-and-now.html' title='Something I posted on 7 CHAN /l/ and now it&apos;s down'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-5692984611225983964</id><published>2010-05-08T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:06:41.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todd E Daugherty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N9OGL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>About the previous post</title><content type='html'>Between 1979 to 1987 I mostly wrote science-fiction fantasy. After working on Box of Time (Dimensions Unbound) for five years and my friends and I parting the way I moved on, mainly into another genre. By the late 80's I was interested in the works of H.P. Lovecraft and Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dunsany&lt;/span&gt;. Shadow Hill, it's sequel Darkness, and Piper at the Gates of Dawn  was three of my attempt to write horror.&lt;div&gt;Shadow Hill was an attempt to write a story that seemed real, or at best a legend or local folklore. The place Shadow Hill was inspired by my aunt and uncle timber which, do to it's over sides  canape  made part of the woods see dark and foreboding. Later versions of the story would reflect this. Darkness which was written later was the sequel to Legend of Shadow Hill was thought up while I was at work one day. My mind wonders a lot when I'm at work. Piper at the Gates of Dawn was written as a complete story in 1990-1991. When one of my co-workers read it he responded "that's one weird story Todd" The story Piper at the Gates of Dawn was inspired by my friends woody pasture which we played in when we were kids. I write not to please others, although it is a ego boost when someone enjoy reading my stories. But I've always written because I liked doing, not please other, but to please myself. To believe that I can write something that is creative. Coming from a small community which seems to frown on creativity to some degree. So no matter what I will continue to write to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satisfies&lt;/span&gt;  my own personal ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-5692984611225983964?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/5692984611225983964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=5692984611225983964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/5692984611225983964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/5692984611225983964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2010/05/about-previous-post.html' title='About the previous post'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-8081832562550757172</id><published>2010-05-06T21:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:55:02.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todd E Daugherty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N9OGL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>FRAGMENT: The ORIGINAL FIRST DRAFT of The Legend of Shadow Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Legend of Shadow Hill&lt;br /&gt;By Todd E Daugherty&lt;br /&gt;Copyright; 1989&lt;br /&gt;Todd E Daugherty&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back wood lands of Illinois, near the flowing waters of the South Fork river there is a region know to the locals as Shadow Hill. The legend of Shadow Hill dates as far back as 1860 when the Johnson Mansion was placed on it's cursed land, by a recluse named Harry P Johnson. After the house was built in 1862 a number of bizarre incidents occurred around the area of house and the surrounding dark woods. Mainly the disappearance of two farm girls, one ten year old named Sara Anna Potter and an eight year old named Misty Marie Miller. Sara, disappeared on August 14, 1865 while gathering flowers in the nearby meadow not far from the forest. While Misty disappeared while in the barn milking the cows one evening in 1867. Rumor speculated that the owner of the manor house had taken the girls and did horrible things to them. When the local sheriff went to the manor house 1867 to ask the owner if he knew the whereabouts of Misty, Sara was believed to have been killed and dragged off by wolves. They notice the house was empty of life. The everything was in house except the owner, in fact sheriff reported that rotten food was on the table as if he was setting down to eat dinner and left, never to return.&lt;br /&gt;The sheriff searched the house from top to bottom and found nothing. He then, along with his deputies searched the woods and found nothing, except in the garden behind the house they found a doll house and a book written in a strange language. The sheriff read part of the book to his deputies which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AI! KALI &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MUKA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHEKU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOKU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MEKI&lt;/span&gt; RI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHIMI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOKI&lt;/span&gt; IA IA &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FULAZHEMAKURA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FULAZHEMAKURA&lt;/span&gt; IA IA!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sheriff believed that this was some kind of satanic book, and that Mr. Johnson was into worshipping the devil. Eventually in 1870 law enforcement closed the book on the disappearance of the two girls, feeling the girls were gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This however didn't end the happening of the forest. between 1870 to 1895 no one dared entered the forest or occupied the manor house. In 1901 John Potter Harrison, Son of Anna Potter, who was older sister of Sara moved into the families aging old farm house near the woods of the Johnson manor house. John, who was married and had an five daughter named Emily settled in the house of his mothers birth with no incident and had fear for his family for his mother had told him of the cursed house and the disappearance of his aunt Sara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The years went on until 1905 when he and his wife had returned home from the theater. Emily and her baby brother Charles remained home at the farmhouse with the nanny. The John and his wife returned home the nanny, and both children were missing. on the floor, in blood was two sets of footprints and on the wall written in blood was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AI! KALI &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MUKA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHEKU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOKU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MEKI&lt;/span&gt; RI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHIMI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOKI&lt;/span&gt; IA IA &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FULAZHEMAKURA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FULAZHEMAKURA&lt;/span&gt; IA IA!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John called the police and a search began looking for the children and the nanny and by winter of 1905 all hope of finding them looked grim. John's wife Julie went insane and spent the rest of her live in a mental institution and John who fled the house back to St. Louis went to drink and was never the same. He spend his vast fortune looking for his two children and lost both. It was believed by the police some two years later that the nanny stole the two children and a national man hunt began and last on five years, with no trace of where they went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 1933 the forest that surrounded the manor house got it's named, Shadow Hill. Jim Shane and his thirteen son Tim was fishing on the South Fork river on that hot July afternoon. By that time the stories of the woods and that were legends and forgotten memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jim decided that him and Tim should move down stream, where they would have better luck of catching fish. They were both homeless and due to the Great Depression was also homeless. Tim's mother died when he was still a baby and him and his dad tried to make it day by day. Jim would go into town looking for work while Tim who didn't attend school keep watch on their stuff, two little tents and a wadded up thing of clothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So both Jim and Tim moved into the woods, it was also at the time a good idea since the police where arresting vagabonds. They moved deeper and deeper into the woods following the river and noticed the forest seemed to get darker and darker until it was also pitch black. It wasn't night time for it was only one in the afternoon. The two men set up camp near the river and started a fire so that they could see and scare off any animals that may inhabit these dark foreboding woods. Jim cast the lines in hoping to catch some food for them to eat, while Tim decided to go off a little bit and explore. Jim told his son not to go far, but for a young teenager this seemed not the case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tim walked through the woods to where he came to the old farmhouse once owned by the Potter family, now consumed by the dark forest. The house was still one piece more and less as trees seemed to have grown out of it. Tim took his lantern and peered through the broken door of the house and notice the house was still the same as it left back in 1905. He walked into the door which lead into the kitchen and turned his lantern towards the living where he noticed a beautiful young women in her twenties standing there, naked. "Come play with us" she told Tim. Tim noticed the women's naked body was covered in blood and this scared him and he took off running. exiting the house he was met with two girls both bloody and both naked. He went turn around and notice the women behind him and they began chanting :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AI! KALI &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MUKA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHEKU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOKU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MEKI&lt;/span&gt; RI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHIMI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOKI&lt;/span&gt; IA IA &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FULAZHEMAKURA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FULAZHEMAKURA&lt;/span&gt; IA IA!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This scared him even more and he took off running toward his father and the camp. When he arrived at the camp he told his father that they needed to leave, noticing that his son was scared he decided to leave the woods and head to town to the soup kitchen. In town his son told people what he saw in those shadow hills just west of town, thus Shadow hill got it's name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-8081832562550757172?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/8081832562550757172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=8081832562550757172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/8081832562550757172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/8081832562550757172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2010/05/fragment-original-first-draft-of-legend.html' title='FRAGMENT: The ORIGINAL FIRST DRAFT of The Legend of Shadow Hill'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-2284498234426494064</id><published>2010-01-12T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:36:12.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I still editing Unbound Girl Detective Club for Kaizoku Dime Novels and I'm also working on another one called House of Time(another Time travel story) right now I'm just working on the story plot. I'm also working on some fairy tales.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-2284498234426494064?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/2284498234426494064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=2284498234426494064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/2284498234426494064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/2284498234426494064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-2322502874853469783</id><published>2009-11-28T01:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:39:50.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbound Girl Detective Club</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been busy on my first Dime Novel "Unbound Girl Detective Club" Currently it's going under the first of four editing and rewrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE TO COME..BACK TO WORK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-2322502874853469783?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/2322502874853469783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=2322502874853469783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/2322502874853469783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/2322502874853469783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/11/unbound-girl-detective-club.html' title='Unbound Girl Detective Club'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-2804097617266741544</id><published>2009-10-31T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:09:44.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USAGI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNBOUND GIRL DETECTIVE CLUB'/><title type='text'>MORE PICTURES OF USAGI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuzfdwjH1UI/AAAAAAAABMY/7zKwr97EXPo/s1600-h/usagireadyforschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuzfdwjH1UI/AAAAAAAABMY/7zKwr97EXPo/s320/usagireadyforschool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935755651798338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;USAGI IN HER SCHOOL UNIFORM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuzfdhVez4I/AAAAAAAABMQ/ddXabSb63tM/s1600-h/bedtimeforusagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuzfdhVez4I/AAAAAAAABMQ/ddXabSb63tM/s320/bedtimeforusagi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935751568052098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;USAGI READY FOR BED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuzfdYjnKUI/AAAAAAAABMI/B0-QspGJyuY/s1600-h/usagionepiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuzfdYjnKUI/AAAAAAAABMI/B0-QspGJyuY/s320/usagionepiece.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935749211400514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;USAGI IN A ONE PIECE DRESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuzfdLp7GuI/AAAAAAAABMA/M8uFE0cLseI/s1600-h/maidusagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuzfdLp7GuI/AAAAAAAABMA/M8uFE0cLseI/s320/maidusagi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935745748212450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;USAGI AS A MAID&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzfc69YGRI/AAAAAAAABL4/bCAtn644-1Q/s1600-h/usagiinjumper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzfc69YGRI/AAAAAAAABL4/bCAtn644-1Q/s320/usagiinjumper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935741266401554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;USGAI IN HER OUTDOOR WEAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-2804097617266741544?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/2804097617266741544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=2804097617266741544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/2804097617266741544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/2804097617266741544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-pictures-of-usagi.html' title='MORE PICTURES OF USAGI'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuzfdwjH1UI/AAAAAAAABMY/7zKwr97EXPo/s72-c/usagireadyforschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-143087403120616800</id><published>2009-10-31T20:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:05:46.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHRISTMAS ANGEL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USAGI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNBOUND GIRL DETECTIVE CLUB'/><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_8Ub9nI/AAAAAAAABLw/ke2O2Snv_xg/s1600-h/readyforgym.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_8Ub9nI/AAAAAAAABLw/ke2O2Snv_xg/s320/readyforgym.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934143903725170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_8Ub9nI/AAAAAAAABLw/ke2O2Snv_xg/s1600-h/readyforgym.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_8Ub9nI/AAAAAAAABLw/ke2O2Snv_xg/s1600-h/readyforgym.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;USAGI READY FOR GYM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_uEb61I/AAAAAAAABLo/v7lHob-cpGQ/s1600-h/Dressingforwinter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_uEb61I/AAAAAAAABLo/v7lHob-cpGQ/s1600-h/Dressingforwinter.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_uEb61I/AAAAAAAABLo/v7lHob-cpGQ/s320/Dressingforwinter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934140078517074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DRESSED FOR OUTSIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_acq1mI/AAAAAAAABLg/gWQU0uzDo_c/s1600-h/bedtimeforusagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_acq1mI/AAAAAAAABLg/gWQU0uzDo_c/s320/bedtimeforusagi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934134811448930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;USAGI READY FOR BED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_R_oJoI/AAAAAAAABLY/2Vm0nISlJAI/s1600-h/Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_R_oJoI/AAAAAAAABLY/2Vm0nISlJAI/s320/Angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934132542154370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A CHRISTMAS ANGEL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-143087403120616800?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/143087403120616800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=143087403120616800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/143087403120616800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/143087403120616800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suzd_8Ub9nI/AAAAAAAABLw/ke2O2Snv_xg/s72-c/readyforgym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-5829234517059042719</id><published>2009-10-29T17:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:33:58.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ART'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visual Novels'/><title type='text'>People seem to like my work</title><content type='html'>On the Premier &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; site &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hongfire&lt;/span&gt;, one of my works has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; 186 times and has a rating of 10.0 (the highest in art) I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; seldom brag but it seems to me a good sign, that with a well written story line Unbound Girl Detective Club may be a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/ykhoxoe"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/ykhoxoe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-5829234517059042719?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/5829234517059042719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=5829234517059042719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/5829234517059042719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/5829234517059042719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-seem-to-like-my-work.html' title='People seem to like my work'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-572377217639537947</id><published>2009-10-27T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:31:11.516-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visual Novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNBOUND GIRL DETECTIVE CLUB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAME'/><title type='text'>More Characters from Unbound Girl Detective Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suctt7VTD1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/T37Tr4sUt9k/s1600-h/Rei.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397332945471213394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suctt7VTD1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/T37Tr4sUt9k/s320/Rei.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; REI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Sucttu_5fKI/AAAAAAAABLI/dviOkMfyRB8/s1600-h/Kei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397332942160231586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Sucttu_5fKI/AAAAAAAABLI/dviOkMfyRB8/s320/Kei.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SucttePkDmI/AAAAAAAABLA/OUeNT0lscAU/s1600-h/Claus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397332937662533218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SucttePkDmI/AAAAAAAABLA/OUeNT0lscAU/s320/Claus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CLAUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SucttdwIdzI/AAAAAAAABK4/JO2J47EhSpo/s1600-h/Asuka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397332937530701618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SucttdwIdzI/AAAAAAAABK4/JO2J47EhSpo/s320/Asuka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ASUKA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-572377217639537947?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/572377217639537947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=572377217639537947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/572377217639537947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/572377217639537947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-characters-from-unbound-girl.html' title='More Characters from Unbound Girl Detective Club'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/Suctt7VTD1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/T37Tr4sUt9k/s72-c/Rei.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-7016211967626601227</id><published>2009-10-25T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:34:41.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visual Novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAME'/><title type='text'>Unbound Detective Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE IS ONE OF THE CHARACTERS FROM THE VISUAL NOVEL I'M WORKING ON CALLED UNBOUND DETECTIVE CLUB THIS IS ONE OF MY BEST CHARACTERS I'VE DONE SO FAR..THIS IS GOING TO BE AN &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; GAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuUliZA9r-I/AAAAAAAABKw/rEXaGgkqRXw/s1600-h/usagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396761001234116578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuUliZA9r-I/AAAAAAAABKw/rEXaGgkqRXw/s320/usagi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;USAGI&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-7016211967626601227?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/7016211967626601227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=7016211967626601227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/7016211967626601227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/7016211967626601227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/unbound-detective-club.html' title='Unbound Detective Club'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SuUliZA9r-I/AAAAAAAABKw/rEXaGgkqRXw/s72-c/usagi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-3639148513484960409</id><published>2009-10-25T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:28:31.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visual Novels'/><title type='text'>Been Busy</title><content type='html'>I'm currently working on a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_novel"&gt;Visual Novel &lt;/a&gt;called Unbound Detective Club, hope to have the first of series done a month. Once I get it doing new episodes of the series will be easy to create.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-3639148513484960409?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/3639148513484960409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=3639148513484960409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/3639148513484960409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/3639148513484960409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/been-busy.html' title='Been Busy'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-6237459122284780727</id><published>2009-10-21T19:01:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:51:20.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORKING ON DIMENSIONS UNBOUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Editor Note: Just got home from Dinner and decided to work a little Dimensions Unbound. Please Note the following is NOT the beginning of the story, instead I'm piecing it together from the original story written in 1983 and one recently written on a typewriter (4,943 words). so bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions Unbound&lt;br /&gt;by Todd E Daugherty&lt;br /&gt;Copyright; 1983-2009&lt;br /&gt;Todd E Daugherty&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they walked down the road, not far from Brad and Todd's house they stopped in front of a small piece of property covered by tall weds, a few little oak trees and a small pine tree. Deep within the tall weeds was an old blockhouse, which was once owned by a man named Wilfred Grey, who in 1955 mysteriously disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Do you want to go explore that old shack real fast?" asked Todd pointing toward the tall weeds.&lt;br /&gt;"Why not, we could waste some time" said Roger as he pulled his long blond curly hair out of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what time do you guys have to get back?" asked Fox as he pulled an alarm clock out of his trench coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;"Four-thirty, isn't it about four-thirty when you guys eat?" asked Roger&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah" mumbled Brad as he pulls a cigarette out of his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;After talking about it some more the boys decide to make their way to the old block house. Making their way through the tall dead weeds, they would squat down when a passing car came by. They shortly arrived at the old one story structure that at one time was someones house. They noticed that the front door on the old shack was missing and a horrible odor oozed from the house.&lt;br /&gt;Brad walked into the house first only to stop, because he thought the stack of logs in the front hallway was a nest of bats. Following Brad was Roger who continued to keep his hair out of his eyes. following Roger was Brad's younger brother who was followed by Fox, who pulled a flashlight out of his deep trench coat pockets. Fox gave the flashlight to Brad who led the boy's into the first room, which was once a kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;"This place sure smells" said Fox as he waved his hand in front of his face. "Well lets look around" said Brad as he made his way into the next room. "Fox you keep watch to make sure no one is coming" said Roger.&lt;br /&gt;They travelled room to room looking through the assortment of junk to see what they could take back to their club house. They finally arrived at the last room which was a garage filled with boxes of junk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fox jump up and sat on a wooden bench near a broken window so he could see if the police or anyone else was coming. Although the window was facing the road, the tall weeds blocked Fox from seeing the road. While Fox sat there on the wooden bench, the three other boys began looking through the boxes of junk. Fox glanced inward to see what the boys had found and as he peered back out the window he notice a blue car making it's way through the weeds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Captured&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car came to a stop at the door of the block house and four men with guns and got out of the car. They opened the trunk of the car and pulled out four suitcases and made their way into the shack. Fox told his friends of the blue impala that was park up by the door and the four men who had entered the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"We need to get out of here" said Todd "I have an idea, lets climb out the window" said Brad as the boys could hear in the distance the four men talking in the distance. "No they'll see us" said Buddy "I know, we could could hide behind those tires" said Fox pointing toward a stack of tires in the corner. "Good idea, and when they move or leave, then we can sneak out the window " said Brad. So the boys hide behind the tires as the four men entered into the kitchen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The four men who's name were frank, Winston, Bob and Felix walked into the kitchen and placed their suitcases down by the rusty metal table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"This place sure smells" said Frank&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Yeah" replied Felix &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Well Winston did you get the stuff for the heist? asked Frank sitting down on one of the rusty chairs.&lt;/p&gt; "Yeah mate, I have all right here" said Winston in an fake Australian accent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-6237459122284780727?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/6237459122284780727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=6237459122284780727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/6237459122284780727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/6237459122284780727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/working-on-dimensions-unbound.html' title='WORKING ON DIMENSIONS UNBOUND'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-1541163357643574304</id><published>2009-10-21T14:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:02:57.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragments</title><content type='html'>About a year ago, on another website, me and another person began writing down "fragment" of stories. The reason I did it for two reason the first was to come up with idea's for stories and the second was to improve my writing skills, which let face it &lt;strong&gt;SUCK&lt;/strong&gt;. So now I'm going to be adding right here fragments of stories to fulfill my two goals, mentioned above. feel free to add your own and your comments in the comment section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICE AGE: 3087&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The snow blew across the blacken sky as the helicopter jolted left and right, up and down. I peered out the port window into the hurricane of snow, only to see nothing beyond the confines of the window. Sitting next to me in the red lit chopper was Doctor Anna Minkinov, a doctor of electromagnetic studies on Mondo University on the southern cress of the moon. Across from me was her husband Doctor Vladmir Minkiov, a doctor of Earth Science also at Mondo University. Next to him sat Anastasia Romafeller, she was more of a bureaucrat then a scientist. Her job was to report to the leader anything that we might of found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-1541163357643574304?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/1541163357643574304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=1541163357643574304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/1541163357643574304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/1541163357643574304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/fragments.html' title='Fragments'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-9147642683726669883</id><published>2009-10-17T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:45:52.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dimensions Unbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIM BUSTERS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COPYRIGHT VIOLATION'/><title type='text'>Website promotes FAKE Copyright infringment</title><content type='html'>The Website NIM BUSTERS is promoting the idea that I stole the story Dimensions Unbound. Below is a FAKE copyright certificate registration. They even claim that they wrote the story years ago on the website Gaia Online. The fact is the account that post the story on Gaia Online is registered to me. This site has gone so far as to  THREATEN  me by claiming they are going to have Google pull this site, and have MediaFire, pull the audio file that I just uploaded, the other night. This site NIM BUSTERS is a menace to society and need to be removed. IF they wish to continue to threaten and Harass me about MY story and claim ownership to something that doesn't belong to them, then the site needs to be removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/StqMOtoZHmI/AAAAAAAABKo/wlC3GoPF4cI/s1600-h/copyrite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393777688124661346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/StqMOtoZHmI/AAAAAAAABKo/wlC3GoPF4cI/s320/copyrite1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-9147642683726669883?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/9147642683726669883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=9147642683726669883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/9147642683726669883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/9147642683726669883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/website-promotes-fake-copyright.html' title='Website promotes FAKE Copyright infringment'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/StqMOtoZHmI/AAAAAAAABKo/wlC3GoPF4cI/s72-c/copyrite1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-2193928911890357698</id><published>2009-10-17T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:02:16.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dimensions Unbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Travel'/><title type='text'>Dimensions Unbound Version 1.0</title><content type='html'>Dimensions Unbound&lt;br /&gt;Episode One: The Chase&lt;br /&gt;By Todd Daugherty&lt;br /&gt;(C) Copyright; 1983. 2009&lt;br /&gt;Todd Daugherty&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: The Old Shack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spring day, four boys named Brad, Todd, Roger, and Fox were walking home from school. All four Boys lived in the same neighborhood, except Fox, who lived a very large house in a very well to do neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;All four boys slowly walked down the sidewalk, talking about the events that occurred at school. To these boys it seemed like a normal spring day, but what they didn’t notice was that was all going to change. They stopped in front of a lot which had tall dead weeds and two pine trees, which hide the other object on the lot, an old shack.&lt;br /&gt;The shack was once owned by one Milford Grey, who was an alleged child molester / serial killer, who in nineteen-fifty-five mysteriously disappeared. The house since that time hand been barren and empty, and no one dare entered it, for fear that they too might disappear.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, want to go explore that old shack?” asked Brad pointing toward the old shack. “Why not we could waste some time” said Roger, removing his long hair from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, what time do you guys have to back?” asked Fox looking at his watch. “Four-thirty, isn’t it four-thirty when you guys eat?” asked Roger. “Yeah, so we’ve got sometime to check it out.” replied Todd pulling an old watch out of his pocket. “Well, what are you guys waiting for, let’s go” said Brad as he started to make his way through the tall weeds. “Hey Brad, Wait up!!!” said the other boys as they followed Brad.&lt;br /&gt;They shortly arrived at what looked like a house made of cinder blocks. All the windows were busted out and the front door was gone. They stood in open doorway peering into the semi-lit room, what appear to be the kitchen. “This place sure smells” said Todd holding his nose. “Well, let’s go in” said Brad stepping lightly into the house, followed by the other boys. The kitchen had a red paint concrete floor and a metal table sat in the middle of the room. A metal refrigerator sat near the sink, and was covered in rust, while the stainless steel sink was covered with mildew and dirt. Bugs skimmed across the countertop and across the floor as the boys took some small flashlights out of their backpacks, and shined their light in every direction. They walked into the next room, were the smell of mildew overwhelmed them.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh god guys this place stinks” said Fox placing a hanky over his noise. “Well keep going” said Brad as he continued on to the next room.&lt;br /&gt;The boys went room to room looking through the boxes of junk that were left there a long time ago, some of it was good and some of it was ruin by the age of time. They shortly came to the last room, which at one time was the garage.&lt;br /&gt;The garage was filled with an assortment of car parts and junk. On one side of the room, was a small broken window that sat high above a wooden tool bench. “Fox, go keep watch, to make sure no one is coming” said Roger pointing toward the window. So Fox climbed on the table and began to peer out the broken window, unable to see much due to the tall weeds.&lt;br /&gt;Going through the boxes the boys found a lot of neat junk for their clubhouse. Fox peered inward to see what the boys found, unaware of the blue car slowly making its way through the tall weed. Fox peered backed out the window and notice the blue car had pulled up to the house and four men with guns exited the vehicle. ‘&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, crap guys” said Fox scared “What, what is it?” asked the boys puzzled “A truck just pulled up to the house” said Fox “What!!” said Roger walking over to the window “Let me see” said Todd pulling Fox off the table. Todd and Roger looked out the window and notice the four men, and especially noticed that they were carrying guns. “Oh great, they’ve got guns!” exclaimed Roger “Well quick out the window” said Todd “No, they will see us” said Brad “What are we going to do Brad?” asked Todd “I got an idea, when they come in, we will sneak out the window that way they won’t see us” said Brad “Good Idea Brad, but where are going to hide?” asked Roger. “I know how about we hide behind that big pile of tires” said Fox point toward a pile of tires, on the other side of the room. “Good idea Fox” said Brad. The boys walked quietly to the tires and hide behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well Winston how much did we get in cash” asked the short plump one as he sat his gun on the table. “Well mate, I haven’t had the chance to count it” said Winston placing a big black bag on the table “Well Winston you better count the money” said another man “OK Bob” said Winston sitting down in one of the old rusty chairs. “I don’t know, I think this going to take all night” said Winston as he started counting at one. “Well Winston just counts the money, and you better not call me Francis either.” said Frank as he waved his pointer finger at Winston.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Phoenix, you better keep watch, in case the cops show up” said Bob. “Yeah right, you would look for in a dump like this” said Phoenix walking over toward the broken window in the living room. “Better yet, maybe we should check this place out before we do anything” said Bob. “Well, who, in the hell would be a place like this mate” said Winston in a bad Australian accent. “You never know” said Bob who got up out of his chair and began walking into the living room. Bob, who was the leader of this gang, was followed by Frank, the muscle of the gang and then Winston, the not so intelligent one of the group. Phoenix stayed in the living room looking out for the cops.&lt;br /&gt;The men went room to room, doing what the boys were doing earlier, looking through the junk. In the garage area Fox was starting to get scared.&lt;br /&gt;“Crap guys those guys seemed to be heading this way” said Fox looking scared.&lt;br /&gt;“Forget about it Fox, they won’t find us” said Brad trying to claim Fox down.&lt;br /&gt;“The heck with guys, I leaving” said Fox heading toward the window “No Fox wait, get back here” said Todd trying to get Fox to come back.&lt;br /&gt;A loud bang filled the room as Fox laid on the floor grasping his ankle. “Oww, ohhh” said Fox rubbing his ankle. The boys had forgotten to move the coffee cans that they were looking through earlier, and now it seems it might have attracted the four men. “Oh great he tripped” said the Todd “We better get out of here” said Roger and all three boys headed toward the window, while Fox still remained on the floor tending to his ankle. The three men walked in as the last of the three boys jumped out the window and Fox was trying to crawl toward the window.&lt;br /&gt;Frank and Bob grab Fox and sit him on a wooden chair. “What the hell you doing in here boy” asked Frank, but remained silent. “What about the others?” asked Winston looking out the window and noticed the other three boys heading toward the woods. “Tie him up, I bet you anything his little friends will be back for him” said Bob as the other two men tied Fox to the chair in the middle of room&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I see we’ll use him as bate” said Frank tying the rope into a tight knot. “You got it, we aren’t going to let these little punks run to the police and tell them where we are at. They be back I know it” said Bob lighting a cigar up and walking back to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT CHAPTER: THE CHASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Two: The Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad, Roger and Todd hid in a gully in the woods trying to catch their breath. "Great, they got Fox." said Brad trying to catch his breath. "Well, let's go!" said Todd "What? go back and rescue him?" asked Roger "Oh hell no, let's go before they give him back!!" said Todd starting to walk off.&lt;br /&gt;After talking for an hour the four boys decide to go and save their friend. The sat in the woods and waited until the sun went down a little more before they rescued their friend, that way they could hide in the shadows of the woods. Another hour passed and the boys made their way back to old shack to see where the four men had stashed their friend. To their surprise Fox was still tied to the old wooden chair in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;Brad climbed through the broken window and slowly creeping over to where Fox was. Winston sat in a chair on the other side of the room asleep, while the other three men arguing on what they should do with Fox. Brad untied Fox and they slowly made their way across the room. The got to the table and Brad jump out first, followed by Fox, who as he climbed out hit large metal pipe which crashed onto the floor. Winston woke up and the three other men entered into the room, but by that time it was too late, the boys had fled toward the woods.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Phoenix looked out the window and noticed all four boys heading to the woods. "We have to get those punks, they know are plans" said Bob. The four men ran out the front door and headed after the four boys who by that time had jumped back into the gully.&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, we need to hide somewhere" said Roger "But where??" said Todd "No we will wait down here until they pass and head back to the road" said Brad "Um Brad, I think they will find us down here" said Roger "Hey, how about we hide in there" said Fox pointing toward the outhouse, which was covered in shrubbery "That old place" said Todd "It's better then nothing" said Roger walking over to the outhouse.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wooden structure, with the wood dark and worn. It had what appeared to be an old house door on it, probably the one from the old shack and a roof that slanted toward the back. Roger opened the door and the boys peered into the outhouse. Inside instead of a small room with two seats in it, there was a semi-long hallway. "What the heck?" said Brad and the four boys walked into a brightly lit, semi-long hallway. They closed the door behind them, and walk down the hall were they came to another door.&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder were this goes?" asked Roger "Well let's find out" said Brad as he opened the door. The door flung open into a big room that looked like a control room. In the middle of the room was a huge control panel and by the door the boys had opened stood two huge computer banks. In the front of the room was a small room, and on the other side of the room was an open doorway leading to another hall. In the back of the room was a door and on the control panel that sat in the middle of the room was a small box.&lt;br /&gt;"What is this place??" asked Todd "Don't know, let's look around and don't touch anything" said Roger "Fox you good at this type of stuff, what is this stuff?" asked Brad "Don't really know off hand, but I got a hunch" said Fox&lt;br /&gt;"See that little room there" said Fox pointing toward the small open room in the front of the big room. "Yeah" said Roger "I think that teleport" said Fox "And how do you know that?" smirked Todd "You apparently don't watch Science Fiction." said Fox "Ok if you’re SO smart, how can this room be inside that outhouse?" asked Todd "Simple, this room is in another dimension. We walked through the door crossing over from our three dimensional plane onto this fourth dimensional plane." said Fox "Oh right" said Roger. "I wonder were that door goes?" said Brad "It probably goes back out" said Roger.&lt;br /&gt;Brad went to the door and opened it up and behind the door was a long hallway with doors on both sides. At the same time Brad had opened the door, Todd opened the box that was sitting on the control panel and inside were four bracelets "Look at this" said Todd holding up one of the bracelets "See teleport bracelets" said Fox with a smile on his face. "Well maybe we should take them just in case" said Roger. So the four boys each put a bracelet on.&lt;br /&gt;Frank, Winston, Bob and Phoenix ran by the gully where the outhouse was, and where the boys were hiding. The four men thought that the boys were trying to make their way to the road through the park, on the other side of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Near the door that the boys had opened leading to the long hallway, sat a wooden book case and Fox grabs a book off the shelf and began reading it. It was the journey of Milford Grey, who had disappeared long ago. Inside the book, it told how the every thing inside the control room worked and about the many rooms inside the outhouse.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at park, the four men didn't see the boys they were chasing and decide to double back, figuring that's what the boys must have done. The four men walked back through the woods and came to the gully and climbed down in it. They noticed the boy’s foot prints and saw the outhouse. Bob covered his lips with a finger to signal to the others to be quiet so they could seek up on the boys. Bob opened the door and they saw a long semi-long hallway, and in the distance the four men could hear the boys talking. So they walked down the hall and peered into the big room where the boys were standing there and talking. “There you are!” said Winston and the boys turned and noticed the four men heading toward them. The boys took off down the hallway, which had doors on either side, as they quickly ran by. They shortly arrived at a tee, that had a hall going straight, a hall going right and on the left side of them were two doors that looked like two elevator doors. “Which way should be go?” asked Todd “That way” said Roger pointing down the other hall on the right. The boys headed down the other hallway, running as fast as they could, with the four men not too far behind. “We need to hide” said Brad “Well let’s try on of these doors” said Fox. So Brad grabbed a door knob and flung the door open and the boys walked in and shut the door behind them.&lt;br /&gt;The boys stood on a sandy cliff that over looked, what appeared to be a sandpit. Below the small cliff stood a small set of trees, with tall weed all around “Let’s hide down there” said Brad as he slid down the hill with the three other boys following behind. Brad, Roger, Todd and Fox sat there in the tall weeds, quiet and wait. The door at the cliff suddenly opened and the four men came out. “Where did those little brats go?” said Bob “Maybe they went back into the woods” said Winston thinking they were back outside. So the four men headed back toward the forest that was in the distance thinking that was the forest that the outhouse was in.&lt;br /&gt;After the four men were out of sight, Brad, Fox, Todd and Roger climbed back the hill and returned to the hallway. “We need to keep moving” said Brad and they started to run down the hall again. The boys ran down the hall, deeper and deeper into this huge maze of hallways and rooms, unaware that they were going the wrong way and that they were getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Chapter: The Master Plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-2193928911890357698?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/2193928911890357698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=2193928911890357698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/2193928911890357698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/2193928911890357698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/dimensions-unbound-version-10.html' title='Dimensions Unbound Version 1.0'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-1923252945129140540</id><published>2009-10-16T17:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:02:57.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dimensions Unbound'/><title type='text'>Dimensions Unbound Downloadable</title><content type='html'>YES, the 1987 audio file of Dimensions Unbound is now downloadable. Please note, this was done a long time ago on cassette tape by some high school kids. it is NOT professional in anyway or is it cut...so there's laughing, language and whispering, along with some delays, for people reading where they are at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions Unbound&lt;br /&gt;Recorded in October 30, 1987&lt;br /&gt;In Studio B at&lt;br /&gt;Langley Park Studio's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wj2hzggnmma"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?wj2hzggnmma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Copyright; 1987&lt;br /&gt;Langley Park Studio's&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-1923252945129140540?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/1923252945129140540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=1923252945129140540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/1923252945129140540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/1923252945129140540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/dimensions-unbound-downloadable.html' title='Dimensions Unbound Downloadable'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-8620713406566964909</id><published>2009-10-16T15:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:51:56.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dimensions Unbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outhouse'/><title type='text'>Some Q and A about Dimensions Unbound v 1.0</title><content type='html'>Please note that this IS the first version of the Q&amp;amp;A on the series Dimensions Unbound. If you have a question please ask it in the comment section and I will answer it. Please also note that Dimensions Unbound is a Copyrighted Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When did you first write Dimensions Unbound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Dimension Unbound was originally written in 1983 under the title Parallel Worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you come up with the characters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. After I wrote the original story Parallel Worlds I showed it to my friends Brad and Todd &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Denning&lt;/span&gt; who seemed to like it. after they read it Todd asked "Well, where are we at in the story?" which I replied "Your not in it" and Todd responded something on the line "some friend you are" so I said OK you can be in it and rewrote it. Brad and Todd the next night asked if Roger Clayton could be in it too and I said sure, because it didn't feel right with just three people. Fox Smith, who real name is Todd F Smith is a fictitious person created by Todd &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Denning&lt;/span&gt;. We was walking home one night from my birthday party and was stopped by my neighbors who wanted to call the police and asked us what our names were. Brad said his name was Randy Smith (a kid from my old neighborhood who we all hated) and Todd &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Denning&lt;/span&gt; said his name was Todd Smith and Todd smith was born. I later changed the name to Fox Smith so not to confuse the reader. The four bank robbers (Frank, Winston, Bob and Felix) had been there since the start and have funny stories on how they got their name. Frank, got his name after our PE Teacher who's first name was Frank. Bob got his name from one the neighborhood kids we all knew name Bob (who appears in story The Closet). Winston got his name as a joke when we were recording, and Brad said me smith and Winston is going to keep watch. Felix got his name from the famous jewel thief Phoenix the phantom thief from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; Honey, Honey (we called him Felix instead) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vess&lt;/span&gt;, the girl robot who had a crush on Fox in episode 5 through 10 was named after the soda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vess&lt;/span&gt; Cola. Katheryn James (Fox's cousin who stays with him episode 11 through 20) is named after a girl I went to school with and had a crush on named Katheryn, but the character personality was inspired by my cousin Demetria. there is a lot more characters and would take to long to tell you how they got their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How did you come up with the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Parallel World was about a teenage boy who finds a box that transports him to a parallel universe where his family is on holiday and the hotel they are staying at gets taken over by terrorist. When my Friends as to be in it I had to change the story idea. So i sat for a week trying to come up with an idea and not far from Brad and Todd &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Denning&lt;/span&gt; house was an abandoned block house. The house had been empty since the mid-70's (unlike the story the 1950's) So my friends and I went to it and started to explore it. at the time we were also playing around with tape recorders and went to my house and came up with the story. We decided to record the story and then write it down on paper, and it was fun to do, we recorded the first story in 1983, and then 1985, and lastly 1987. The idea behind the outhouse has two bases. The first was the outhouse was big enough that we could all fit (ironic story: in 1987 after Brad and I graduated high school one of the jobs we had at conservation was cleaning outhouses out...irony at it best) Brad and Todd had an outhouse and Outhouse are a dying breed so I figure create a story to keep them alive. so we moved the story that was in a basement in a house with a small box to another house. with an outhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you tell us about the Outhouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. on the outside it looks like a normal outhouse, on the inside its a huge (infinite) inter-dimensional hub. The idea some-what came from Doctor Who, but unlike the Doctor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TARDIS&lt;/span&gt;, this thing doesn't move. But I'm getting a head of myself. there are FIVE types of rooms in the outhouse and they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Regular Rooms, Normal rooms like bed rooms, living rooms, pools, library and and any other room you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Holographic Rooms (although these are regular rooms,they have a classification all by themselves) they are rooms that you can play games in and other things by means of holographic images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Outside Rooms, Outside rooms are NOT holographic rooms, these are rooms the size of a small earth-like planet. these rooms contain lower life forms (mostly plants and animals) they have their own environment some like earth some not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Time Rooms, these are rooms that are attached to the past, present and future. you walk through the door, and your in the past (like in episode one the boys traveled to 1880 and in episode 3 travelled to Russia, 1913 and 1918) to get back to the hub the person must wear a bracelet that allows them to see the door, with out it their trapped in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Parallel Universes Room, like time rooms you have to have a bracelet to exit these rooms. these are rooms attached to parallel universes. worlds like our own but a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outhouse itself doesn't move, instead the boys travel from their dimension through a inter-dimensional hub and to the past, present and future and parallel universes. The bracelet they wear also works as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teleport&lt;/span&gt; and they can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teleport&lt;/span&gt; back to the hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What happened to the outhouse??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I'm not one to give secrets away...BUT, in one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;episodes&lt;/span&gt; (The Secret) the FBI discovered the boys had a "Time Machine" of sort and so not to let the government to have access to the Outhouse the boys destroyed it, Although it really can't be destroyed. The Boys made an outhouse to look like the real on and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;destroyed&lt;/span&gt; it and hide the real one so no one could use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did the boys have other adventures without the outhouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes, we wrote over 200 stories about the boys from 1979 to present day some of those stories deal with how the boys meet, their adventures in dreamland, the City of Dreams and their death (Terror at the Gates of Dawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; other stories in the series??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. YES, in 1990 I wrote, along with and person Dimensions Unbound 2 which takes place four years after the boys die and Dimensions Unbound 3, which was a movie was complete in 2007 pits an older Fox smith against the four &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bank&lt;/span&gt; robber (from the first series and their new boss, The Dark Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are your future plans for the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. My friends and I wanted to make it into a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt; series, however now I'm looking to make it into a radio drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be updated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; and if you have questions let me know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-8620713406566964909?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/8620713406566964909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=8620713406566964909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ART'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawing'/><title type='text'>Another Picture By ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another drawing by me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;USAGI ISCHIHARA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SskT-7EmDPI/AAAAAAAABKQ/53EJMpbqgKA/s1600-h/usagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-picture-by-me.html' title='Another Picture By ME!!'/><author><name>Todd Daugherty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/S2Uk6y6NfwI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ip5Aem3lY74/S220/madhatter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SskT-7EmDPI/AAAAAAAABKQ/53EJMpbqgKA/s72-c/usagi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-4797121074259066027</id><published>2009-09-30T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:57:20.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawing'/><title type='text'>A Doodle by Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;An Anime Character created by Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SsQaGkL30ZI/AAAAAAAABIs/BBLfnuFm-4g/s1600-h/pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387459754336965010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAMeyt5XjfI/SsQaGkL30ZI/AAAAAAAABIs/BBLfnuFm-4g/s320/pic8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-4797121074259066027?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/4797121074259066027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619048752516887186.post-824196747302136685</id><published>2009-09-30T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:51:11.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Dream Letter</title><content type='html'>A Dream &lt;br /&gt;By Todd E Daugherty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you from far away,&lt;br /&gt;I feel a fool, I feel very strange&lt;br /&gt;Speak to you, I dare not&lt;br /&gt;Again I feel like a fool, a flower about to rot&lt;br /&gt;I would say That I had a dream,&lt;br /&gt;But I stay at bay acting not as I seem&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;A dream&lt;br /&gt;A dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you I'm in heaven&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer blue in water I'm no longer treading&lt;br /&gt;You are the person I respect&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I am rehearsing you face reflects&lt;br /&gt;If only you'd notice me I would feel better&lt;br /&gt;But I will let you be, my dream is contained in this letter&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream &lt;br /&gt;A dream &lt;br /&gt;A dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619048752516887186-824196747302136685?l=n9oglworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n9oglworks.blogspot.com/feeds/824196747302136685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3619048752516887186&amp;postID=824196747302136685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619048752516887186/posts/default/824196747302136685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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