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[PG-13] Parents Strongly Cautioned
Flores Girl: The Children God Forgot
By Erik John Bertel
Copyright © 2005, 2010
Publisher
Millennium Writing
PO Box 7
Centereach, NY 11720
Published 2008
ISBN: 0-9822576-0-0, 78-0-9822576-0-9
Copyright © 2005, 2010 by Erik John Bertel
No part of this novel shall be copied, broadcast, or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author Erik John Bertel or Millennium Publishing
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is purely a work for entertainment, and any similarity to any real or fictional person or event is purely coincidental.
Version 1.b
Dedication
To My Nancy,
You gave me the opportunity and that is all I could ask for.
Your Loving Erik
Prologue
On October 28th, 2004 Australian scientists announced to the world a startling fossil hominid find they had recently made in a large cave complex on Flores Island. Their discovery, called Homo floresiensis, was seemingly a dwarf variation of an early human ancestor called Homo erectus, who inhabited the Indonesian Island of Flores some 13,000 years ago. The adults stood three feet tall and they lived on the island with modern humans for thousands of years. Perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not, the islanders also have a local folk legend regarding a dwarf race of people that they called the Ebu Gogo.
Since the announcement scientist have been in a fervent debate as to whether or not the Hobbits, as they were called by the press, were a new species or were, in fact, a group of diseased human beings. Anthropologists are now scouring the island trying to find where Homo floresiensis made their last stand when faced with the continuous onslaught from humanity. This is a fictional account of their rediscovery and the repercussions of introducing such innocents to our less than brave new world.
The most important scientific revolutions all include, as their only common feature, the dethronement of human arrogance from one pedestal after another of previous convictions about our centrality in the cosmos.
Stephen Jay Gould (1941 - 2002)
Sarah's Island
"Why am I here?" Sarah cried aloud to herself while shaking her head against the spiraling winds. To her embarrassment, she observed the two native guides watching her, and she wondered if they had overheard her lamentable outburst. Damn it, she didn't want to create a scene, not now and definitely not during this furious storm.
Dark clouds continued to encircle the beleaguered boat, and Sarah could only look up while shouting, "Just my freaking luck!"
The guides could see that their passenger was uncomfortable and doing all she could do to hang onto the side of the small boat. The storm chop was worsening while the spray washed over the open boat in a continuous, unrelenting shower over the boat's occupants. The small American brunette was dressed in her customary khaki long sleeve shirt with shorts and was soaked from head to toe. When the first spray soaked her shirt, Sarah was initially concerned about giving the native guides an unintentional show as the wet shirt clung tightly to her breasts. Now, her only concern was to survive this ordeal. Goose bumps covered her exposed, tanned legs due to exposure from the cold ocean spray, and she fought hard to avoid shivering. She could hear the boat struggling against the swells as a dark, pungent diesel smoke poured from the ancient motor.
"Why did I agree to go on this stupid trip?" she yelled in the direction of the guides.
Supar looked back at Sarah observing how sad and lonely she appeared. Sarah, in turn, caught Supar watching her so she managed a small, brave smile for him that said she knew everything was going to be all right. Unfortunately, she did not believe that small lie for a moment as another large wave crashed against the boat.
The small vessel bounced from swell to swell, and Sarah refused to relinquish her grip on one of the old rusty cleats. The grey, violent storm was rapidly closing in about the small boat, causing Sarah to question her sanity for agreeing to go on this research trip in the first place. What sane primatologist would travel in a boat that wasn't large enough for safe passage in a second rate theme park, let alone a vast ocean? For Sarah, all of the scientific research and good intentions meant little to her in the middle of this tempest. It was then that she realized the whole boat trip had become a metaphor for her sad, lonely life.
By Erik John Bertel
Copyright © 2005, 2010
Publisher
Millennium Writing
PO Box 7
Centereach, NY 11720
Published 2008
ISBN: 0-9822576-0-0, 78-0-9822576-0-9
Copyright © 2005, 2010 by Erik John Bertel
No part of this novel shall be copied, broadcast, or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author Erik John Bertel or Millennium Publishing
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is purely a work for entertainment, and any similarity to any real or fictional person or event is purely coincidental.
Version 1.b
Dedication
To My Nancy,
You gave me the opportunity and that is all I could ask for.
Your Loving Erik
Prologue
On October 28th, 2004 Australian scientists announced to the world a startling fossil hominid find they had recently made in a large cave complex on Flores Island. Their discovery, called Homo floresiensis, was seemingly a dwarf variation of an early human ancestor called Homo erectus, who inhabited the Indonesian Island of Flores some 13,000 years ago. The adults stood three feet tall and they lived on the island with modern humans for thousands of years. Perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not, the islanders also have a local folk legend regarding a dwarf race of people that they called the Ebu Gogo.
Since the announcement scientist have been in a fervent debate as to whether or not the Hobbits, as they were called by the press, were a new species or were, in fact, a group of diseased human beings. Anthropologists are now scouring the island trying to find where Homo floresiensis made their last stand when faced with the continuous onslaught from humanity. This is a fictional account of their rediscovery and the repercussions of introducing such innocents to our less than brave new world.
The most important scientific revolutions all include, as their only common feature, the dethronement of human arrogance from one pedestal after another of previous convictions about our centrality in the cosmos.
Stephen Jay Gould (1941 - 2002)
Sarah's Island
"Why am I here?" Sarah cried aloud to herself while shaking her head against the spiraling winds. To her embarrassment, she observed the two native guides watching her, and she wondered if they had overheard her lamentable outburst. Damn it, she didn't want to create a scene, not now and definitely not during this furious storm.
Dark clouds continued to encircle the beleaguered boat, and Sarah could only look up while shouting, "Just my freaking luck!"
The guides could see that their passenger was uncomfortable and doing all she could do to hang onto the side of the small boat. The storm chop was worsening while the spray washed over the open boat in a continuous, unrelenting shower over the boat's occupants. The small American brunette was dressed in her customary khaki long sleeve shirt with shorts and was soaked from head to toe. When the first spray soaked her shirt, Sarah was initially concerned about giving the native guides an unintentional show as the wet shirt clung tightly to her breasts. Now, her only concern was to survive this ordeal. Goose bumps covered her exposed, tanned legs due to exposure from the cold ocean spray, and she fought hard to avoid shivering. She could hear the boat struggling against the swells as a dark, pungent diesel smoke poured from the ancient motor.
"Why did I agree to go on this stupid trip?" she yelled in the direction of the guides.
Supar looked back at Sarah observing how sad and lonely she appeared. Sarah, in turn, caught Supar watching her so she managed a small, brave smile for him that said she knew everything was going to be all right. Unfortunately, she did not believe that small lie for a moment as another large wave crashed against the boat.
The small vessel bounced from swell to swell, and Sarah refused to relinquish her grip on one of the old rusty cleats. The grey, violent storm was rapidly closing in about the small boat, causing Sarah to question her sanity for agreeing to go on this research trip in the first place. What sane primatologist would travel in a boat that wasn't large enough for safe passage in a second rate theme park, let alone a vast ocean? For Sarah, all of the scientific research and good intentions meant little to her in the middle of this tempest. It was then that she realized the whole boat trip had become a metaphor for her sad, lonely life.
[PG-13] Parents Strongly Cautioned
Comments & Reviews ^topGood news! After some thought, and considerable internal debate, I decided to change the tense used in the trilogy. You remember grammatical tense from grade school; you know the old present tense versus past tense. I wrote the first novel in present tense with somewhat inconsistent and mixed results, and this incongruity was heightened during my rewrite of the second novel. The norm is past tense, and I decided to bite the bullet, and literally rewrite the entire first novel to past tense. All I can say is "Ouch!" and every sentence had to be rewritten.
There were good reasons for the present tense with clues to be had in the second novel, but I decided for reasons of readability to change all but a couple of passages in the first novel. It's a better read and the second novel will be much easier to write but what a time killer! In any case it done and now I can turn my full attention to final rewrite of the second novel. This is not necessarily fair to the readers who want to follow the continued adventures of Sarah and Richard, but the overall result will be a much more satisfying read in the long run. Cheers, Erik John Bertel  bertbaby Feb 22, 2010 15:43 reply spam This is very very interesting and i want to reed more of it! You are such a great writer and you inspired me to write my own even if im just 11 years old i love reading books since i was young and now i cant wait till you publish it =)
Hope i can write stories like urs someday :-)  Kevin_Hiyas Jan 11, 2010 06:47 reply spam WOWOWOW! AMAZZING!!!!!!!! Heyy um you're a really good writer so could you do me a favor and read my story?
Its only a page and a half and i want some one to critique it....... plz? :) I might delete it if SOMEONE doesnt read it........ PLEASE?  GreenDay0 Dec 28, 2009 21:06 reply spam If you are referring to the sequel, "Flores Girl: To Hell with Heroes," it will not be available until late fall of this year.
Cheers, Erik John Bertel Author Flores Girl, The Children God Forgot bertbaby Aug 17, 2009 12:28 reply spam Thanks everybody for the positive feedback. Still a work in progress like I said and I hope to have the sequel Flores Girl: To Hell with Heroes completed by the fall! bertbaby Jun 11, 2009 15:33 reply spam show all comments (23) |
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