The Rampant Lands Pt.4- The Veiled Main Street

It wasn’t hard to find, or even necessarily hard to enter The Veiled Main Street. It’s the time spent there that more than makes up for the troubles not received. It was unassuming, like all treacherous places were. A long stretch of pavement, about a mile long. It twisted a bit at the end, hiding most or just a few buildings depending on which end of the street someone was on.

It never seemed odd that a majority of the people wandering The Rampant lands took a stroll down that street. The concept of supernatural influence had long been dismissed in the world. But the draw that the yellow dashes down the center of that street made a good case for the opposition.  Perhaps it was the way that dividing line was spaced, hypnotic in some way. Continue reading

The Rampant Lands Pt. 3- Juno

-From The Journal of Big Denny Walsh-

I had told them South. That’s where we’d find the town where everyone played guitar. I thought it was understood that that’s where I wanted to go. But their love affair with democracy won out and we headed West first. They said they wanted to see snow. As if we couldn’t see that back home. They obviously don’t get why we’re here in the first place.

My brother told me about the place when he got back from his trip. He really lived it up while he was gone. All his stories were great, but that town with the guitars is what stuck. It’s where we need to be. With the skies that stay blue all day until they tattoo themselves with reds and purples. They thought that the beach we were on before was something to remember, just wait until they see the beaches down south. That’s where we need to be, it’s going to be great. We’ll fuck tanned women and then sing the songs that ignite those LED vivid skies. Continue reading

The Rampant Lands Pt.2-Lilly Of Cadillac Fields

Lily wasn’t her given name. She had chosen it after the five year time limit came and went. The Cadillac part came later after an offhand comment made by a kid who was part of the group that followed her own. The truth was that there weren’t any more Cadillacs than any other type of car.

There was no one there to explain to Lily why the cars had been abandoned in the field. No one who came afterwards had a plausible theory either. When it became clear that there’d be no more of her own group passing through and that her boat had left for the new batch, she set out to create an excuse.

There was very little order to how the cars had been arranged. Old International pick ups mingled with the economic frames of Yugos and Hondas. It helped that the rains fell evenly on the Cadillac fields and the rust had spread in similar circles across the steel. The only ones that stood out were the plastic coated frames of the newer cars. Lily tried to ignore those ones. Continue reading

The Rampant Lands Pt.1- The Sea And All That’s Left Behind

(For an introduction to just what the hell this is, click here)

No one ever mentioned how everyone would be shipped. There were plenty of technologies that could’ve performed the task admirably, so the choice of large boats seemed odd.

Rita couldn’t remember the last time she was on a boat. She knew for certain she had never been on one so large. Somewhere along the way she heard that when vessels were this large they were called ships. She didn’t particularly care about the exact difference.

Watching the crew operate the ship was a good way to pass the time. Adults scurried all over, pulling levers, tying ropes, tending to different machines. Every once in awhile one of her fellow passengers would find some ounce of ambition in their chests and offered their services. Each time they were politely asked to take their seats again with assurances that while the responsibility of the ship was not theirs, there might be a task for them on the return trip.

When The Rampant Lands first came into sight, the excitement was marked by the buzzing of skin and widening of irises. Rita felt a bit of shame as she joined in with the others as they called out for more speed. The remaining water was only an obstacle that needed to be ignored and conquered. Continue reading

Welcome to The Rampant Lands

(Warning, evidence against my current status of sane lies ahead)

There was a time when I had grand plans for this blog. There was an intricate blueprint including different columns and features. Yet, as the years have gone on and have refused to stop most of those designs have fallen away. This blog in turn has become mostly something of a dumping ground for anything that I feel like sharing. Essentially, I’ve lost focus and I’m not exactly upset about that but because of this I find that it’s necessary to write these sorts of introductions whenever I begin something that is somewhat different in nature than other things you may find here.

Let’s just get right into this.

There’s a place in head, a place that I conjured up sometime during my senior year of high school. I don’t think I realized it at the time, but it was a world that I invented as a safe zone for my imagination. I don’t know if there was a specific event that triggered the emergence of this world from the abyss, but before I even recognized its existence I a name for it, The Rampant Lands.

I never considered someone who couldn’t handle the real world around me, but slowly The Rampant Lands grew as I began to realize that the shield of high school and adolescence were going to be taken from me. Soon, I was no longer laying in bed thinking about the days that had passed but I was dreaming of this world and the characters inside. The stories that played out for them were inherently fiction, but I couldn’t deny that there was a certain sheen of realism coating the images in my head.

Basically, I was retreated to The Rampant Lands as a way to shield myself from the real world. By adding a layer of imagination between the things I believed were plaguing me and myself I felt like I was somehow able to exist, better? Eventually I started to write down the tales that were more persistent in The Rampant Lands, some of those stories may have even shown up on this blog, I’m just a little too lazy to go back and check. But, like most of my bigger writing projects, The Rampant Lands entered a state of hibernation that for all intents and purposes was supposed to be permanent.

It was recently though, when I began cautiously visiting The Rampant Lands again, lord knows what that says about my stability, and I’ve felt compelled to share. So, for the foreseeable future, the majority of this blog will become a place where I tell the tales of The Rampant Lands.

Now, let me be clear. These stories are abstract, vague, symbolic, and wholly personal, just like any self respecting coping mechanism should be. A lot of these were written years ago and most likely show this. The release schedule is not set in stone and I have no idea whether or not this project will ever be finished. But, if you’re still interested,

Welcome To The Rampant Lands

 

Sluts Will Save Us All

The world is full of mistakes. The list is vast, the list is long and includes things like the fact that The Bachelor has more than two seasons under its belt and don’t even get me started about the decision to put raw onions on the McRib. But, there’s one misstep that is making a blitzkrieg march towards the top and that particular item is basically how we fucked up, well, fucking. Continue reading

Jesus, We Should Talk

First off, please don’t call me a backslider. I know that if you consider just the part of my life that matters to you, backslider is the appropriate term, I get that. The more appropriate term for me should be born again atheist. Yes, I agree that that makes me seem like the edgy cool kid from a 90s teen drama about “alternative lifestyles”, I’ve come to terms with that but, as the phrase suggests I think there’s a version of my story that you don’t know, because I don’t really buy into the whole omnipotent thing. Continue reading