Toilet Paper Diaries (END + preview)

This week we see the end of Holly N.L.'s fictional diaries in the world of canonFOUR, and find ourselves with a preview of what will come next week, Vision Quest by Quentin Harsh. And now, for the conclusion:

July 13 Eleven years after the fall of mankind

They knew nothing. At the shop where we hammer metal a man cut off his hand. The police, or what we call the police, came in and brought him outside. I heard the sharp, single pelt of gunfire and a harsh thump. I know that we might have made that metal. But it was like before only with nothing to distract our minds from the real truth.

… In side the complex my place was replaced with a small family. I didn’t feel all that happy but not really all that sad. I would just apply for another small place. Under the High Reign they supply us with living spaces. Maybe I can have a place of my own. The steps are comfortable enough. They are familiar…

(end)

Vision Quest, a preview:

When he reached the Rectory, Jeremy was feeling nervous.  What if Father Geoffrey didn't believe him?  Of course he would.  Geoffrey was very closely in touch with spritual forces.  He had become, in only the eleven years he had lived in New Eden, the most influencial figure in the community.  Most of the Old People didn't respect his wisdom; but his followers, particularly the Deacons, were deathly loyal to him.  The door opened...
See more of Father Geoffrey and Jeremy in the upcoming weeks on canonFOUR!

Toilet Paper Diaries (pt 4 + 5)

Parts 4 and 5 of the wonderful Toilet Paper Diaries. Next week we see the concluding entry and a little preview of the next story! Don't forget the canonFOUR button that you can place on your own website (great for myspaces!). If you can, please consider affiliating with us!


Bethany

December 16 Ten years after the fall of mankind

… We put up a tree with a few pine needles and a thick trunk. The little girl that belongs to the Polanski family called the tree a starved human. I found that funny…


February 24 Eleven years after the fall of mankind

Dear Diary,
The High Reign made a statement today on the intercom system in Circle Town. We all stood their in the circle center and looked up to the smocking stocks of hell reaching to heaven. She stated to the many listeners that the time had come for Circle Town to bring done the walls and widen the border. The Pilgrims will be visiting soon. Hopefully they will know some news from the other countries.

I wonder if they might be able to tell me if my son or my sister or my mother may still be alive. America was the first to crash, then Great Britain, then China, then Japan, then Africa, then South America. The Meltdown. No communication, no way of knowing. I feel so cold today; when I walked home from the circle center I accidentally knocked a child down. I did not stop to help the young boy up I just turned away and walked on. Maybe this place is rubbing off on me.

Maybe I have lost my humanity.

Toilet Paper Diaries (pt 2 + 3)

This week, we get to see parts two and three of Holly N.L.'s "The Toilet Paper Diaries." I hope you enjoy it! Also, we now have a canonFOUR button that you can place on your own website. If you can, please consider affiliating with us! Thank you for checking us out, and without further ado -

March 27 Ten years after the fall of mankind

Today in the complexes our water system busted. Water was every where; we were all demanded to leave the facility until it was fixed. I know and you know that it will take weeks. So I sit outside in the dirty streets as I write with you pressed against my knee. The families around me sit and wait like I do. It really did not surprise any one of us, really; it was a four room building with 12 families piled in neatly. So we sit and watch things pass us by when we are demanded to leave our home. I watch the children run off too work with no salary and the parents go off too council meetings; “Can we salvage the air crafts, the automobiles, and the advances”?

We watch the beaten down shopping carts hobble past us. Our eyes still turn over to the tall stacks of smocking hell on earth with its’ black, billowing, hateful mess. It was where all the new things were created. To better save….


April 29 Ten years after the fall of mankind

… I woke up with the nightmare blazing in my brain. To think we saw it coming.

My boss told me that the business of delivery was no longer needed. The once and again air craft was reinvented. It would seem it is lost and found knowledge. I really didn’t care, really I didn’t.

I walked home to the complex and sat outside on the steps. They were different looking aircrafts. In World War III they were smooth and swift with grey metal and frightful speed. They carried the hydrogen bomb with them at all times. World War III was nothing compared to this hell. It was sort of like a dirty pillow faced to the option of stone. Hell or Hell?

by Holly N. L.

This week we start with our first piece, The Toilet Paper Diaries. It is by Holly N. L., who I met on deviantART. She has been a huge help in spreading the word and creating a brilliant introduction to the world of canonFOUR. We start off with one character's view of the world in a place called Circle Town... more entries to follow in the next few weeks!

January 18 Ten years after the fall of mankind

Hello, Dear Diary,

I miss watching television on Sunday. What a completely boring thing it was to wake up in the morning and watch Kim Possible save the day again. I ate corn flakes from a box with a tiger smiling and giving me the ‘thumbs up’, because I was so great. School…

School was fun; when I think back. The people, the smell, the sounds. I remember my freshman year in high school, I was scared and cocky. Did you remember the sensation you got when the bell just sounded off and you have one moment left to scramble to class; the teacher right outside the door? I was always tardy, it makes me smile now. Oh the teacher hated it; she hated it as though tardiness was sin. I remember her, that teacher, who was older than Earth and bigger than a bus. I can’t help laughing, really I can’t. We hated her; and now I love her.

When the buses arrived I used to sing “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles all the way home. My best friend, I don’t remember her name… Amy, Amelia, Amanda; it doesn’t matter; she used to sing with me. Can you remember dinner at your house? I do, I really do remember my mother making soup and toasted cheese with cola for a drink in a plastic glass that had the funny smell of air drying. I kind of miss sitting with my family, I really miss sitting with my family. We used to watch the news. You know before the melt down. There used to be heated arguments over political crap.

I don’t know why I ramble on today. I guess seeing the fight break out in the mid-circle today stirred memories. I feel compressed; what am I saying everyone now-a-days feel compressed. Let me tell you what happened in the circle: these two young teenagers were playing futbol. It took me a long time to get used to the word for that game; futbol. Anyway, these boys began to get into the ball game and spoke out loud about the others. Silly, stupid things that could get on any one person’s nerves. They spoke of their parents’, the who was who in this miserable, cold society. It made some mad. In my opinion nobody is a somebody in this world. Not in Circle town; we live to live one day at a time. I just stood there and watched. You know if I had said or done something some rule would have been broken. Rules and laws, you know those things that rule this world.

Another day over. I guess the futbol scene reminded me of the young boys in school or how youth in general used to act; or rather they still act like. Time does not change youth, it would seem that only the youth can change their youth.