FacSmth Productions LLC

My name is Michael Courtney Woodard. I am forty four years old and disabled with Schizoaffective disorder. My mental illness lead to physical limitations. Being disabled has severely limited my personal and professional life. I have been disabled at least half my life. 

But its not just me. It's about the community at large. Many of us are disabled by illness and I believe the way to combat this (other than conventional means of medication or therapy) is to have a strong sense of self fulfillment. This involve free creative expression. Expressions such as playing games or having hobbies or creative outlets like writing or photography, or music, or painting. We are taught that we need endorphins to feel better in our lives. You can't just get that from a pill of some kind. 

In June of last year I registered a business LLC of my own with the goal to help my own small portion of the community. I have met many diverse people and helped them in my small ways with my limited means. A huge barrier from earning a little extra money on the side is that are income limitations for remaining eligible for Social Security Disability income. Thus we can only work part time. 

Employers often do not seriously want  to just have part time labor and are seeking full time employees. They will advertise part time opportunities but pressure applicants to work full time. I have always felt this to be dishonest. I seek to create my own production facility for providing remote work to my fellow disabled consumers. To have complete transparency. Members of the organization may do freelance projects online or teach others creative skills. To bring on a 21st Century Renaissance if you will. 

In the future I hope to have my own brick and mortar location for a combination of store and lounge. The location will be called "Fad N' Yo's" for people to gather at, drink soda or coffee, and hang out while expressing their own unique oneness. 

In mid July of last year, one of my good friends passed away. He was a veteran in his mid fifties. He had told me I was one of the few genuine friends he had in this world. I felt crushed by his death. I didn’t want another person die before my studio could be fully utilized. He enjoyed reading, drawing, and Dungeons & Dragons roleplaying. 

FacSmth Productions LLC is a production company & a talent agency for disabled creative types seeking freelance employment. Our clients are not allowed to earn a living on a full time basis because of income limitations with disability income. Many employers are not willing to hire for just part time hours. So we represent our members rather than allowing them to fall in the cracks. 

FacSmth Productions LLC is an organization inspired by creativity of every kind and employs a wide spectrum of personalities and talents. There is no limitation to life in the creative realm. We are a 21st century forward thinking company operating remotely online. We don't normally need a physical office. Our members conduct their affairs in the comfort of their own homes. Business is conducted in special chatrooms online.

Fad N’ Yo’s is the DBA of FacSmth Productions LLC of Pennsylvania. It has a Federal and State of PA Tax Id as well as a Employee Identification Number. Pennsylvania Business Entity Registration has been filed. 

The business will be a mobile endeavor most of the time with employees going to and from work as well as to outlying locations via a local transportation company. We will host social gatherings and parties for the disabled and homeless or charities. Proceeds will go into local non-profits and food banks.  There will also be a brick & mortar office/ storefront for keeping stock and a gaming lounge.

Gaming Lounge. 

The main lobby features many gaming consoles new and old like Wii U, Nintendo Switch, Playstation 3, PS4, Xbox series X, and computer games. Flatscreen monitors and consoles wil be placed behind a counter. Only store management will change discs as well as operate menus between games. Gaming chairs will be set up for players and controllers tethered to the arm rests to prevent theft. In a couple corners there will be specialty designed metaplay arcades machines. 

Alternative usages for the Lounge will be support groups held in a loose circle of folding chairs. If enough people drop in during the day to make a meeting feasible and there’s not much business going on otherwise, groups meet here. Gaming chairs are stored away in the largest office until later on. Cans of soda are sold at fifty cents per can and cups of coffee five cents per new cup (cups reused are not recharged for). “Virtual” groups will be hosted over a custom Discord channel.

A Note on Office Space

Merhandise for sale wil be stored in the appropriate offices. There are 3 offices. One for the owner/ founder where writing materials as well as computer components are stored such as game discs, PC storage medium, memory cards, and loose accessories. There will be production PCs here for doing technical development tasks. There will be four CyberPower brand Syber-C Pro 200 desktops for a total of $3116 base value with no monitors.

The secondary office is where the artists will design their creative endeavors. Fashion design supplies, cloth, paper, design desks, paints. Mannequins and sewing machines. Magazines and other collage materials or reference. Various costume designs. 

The third office will be designated the armory for sorage of outside laser tag activities (weather permitting). Basic exercise equipment will be placed here. Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay sessions take place here. Live Action Roleplay gear as well. 

The largest office of the three will double for storing merchandise that doesn’t fit any specific category. 

In Limbo

 

“In limbo....”

by Michael Courtney Woodard

“Wake up!” came a voice from the darkness. Then came the sound of crackling fire. After that was the cold. “Wake up!” repeated the voice with more urgency.

Bleach woke to the sight of his dwarven friend staring down at him, their faces very close since Bleach was laying on his back and the dwarth was kneeling before him and leaning forward. Goz’s face was drenched in sweat. “What is it?” asked Bleach.

“You are sleeping at a time of great peril and you ask me this question?” Goz stands up and kicks Bleach’s leg. Before Bleach can reply, he says, “In the middle of a war even!?!”

“What war?” complains Bleach, sitting up groggily.

“I considered you my heir and this is the ignorance I am finally greeted with?” asks Goz. “I never bothered talking about it because I thought they told you. What did they do there anyway? Just climb upon each other all the time and do coupling as I have been told?”

Bleach yawned. “Not the dwarven women, though. And what do you mean by ‘heir’?”

Goz growled but before he said anything else, the fire went out. He swore in some formm of Dwarven.

Bleach looked around and was confused. When he’d first awakened, he was certain he was out on the side of the snowy mountain side like he’d been before and that it was night time. But now he seemed to be in a cave. How had that happened? It was roomy in here he was certain, but he wasn’t sure how deep in he was or how far away the walls were. He felt a buzzing in his teeth, too.

A tall figure came walking into the cave and could only seen as a silhouette lit by the dying embers and the starlight behind him. Bleach’s eyes had not adjusted to the dark yet but Goz stepped in front of him protectively. "If I had the strength I would put on my armor and cut you down with my axe,” he said with an angry hiss.

The stranger bumped his head on the ceiling and fell to the ground suddenly. Mostly it was the sound of him falling and grunting as he hit the floor which indicated this to Bleach. The stranger laughed at his own misfortune.

Goz would have leapt to attack it, but Bleach tripped him from behind by grabbing at his ankle. The stranger made a sound of frustration and then laughed. Bleach recognized the laugh. “I don’t see how you mortals can stand to walk all the time... It proves very difficult for me.”

“Don’t wonder much. I had to carry you most of the time we traveled here!” exclaimed another. This one also sounded familiar. He snapped his fingers and a torch he was holding came alight. “Nice, dramatic entrance, elf!”

“And even nicer introduction!” spoke a female voice. The voice seemed to come from Bleach’s wounded ear and a part of his mind he wasn’t used to speaking to him.

Goz pushed up from where he had lain with his face down in the dirt. He looked at Bleach with a sour face. “You had not told me your friends were elvish people.”

An angry sound came from the second stranger’s general area but it wasn’t him. In the torchlight Bleach could see his face and the face of the one who had tripped. It was Buhrne and TImbre. The noise was coming from a blue jay on Buhrne’s shoulder. It lit up into the air briefly to land on Timbre’s head.

“Oh, hello, bird,” said Bleach. “You seem to be talking inside of my head.” He made a frown. “Is anyone else hearing this bird talk?”

“You speak of my wife, young one,” admitted Timbre. “If you have forgotten her name, no matter. Animals need no names.” He frowned as the bird spoke to him in turn. “I apologize my lady.”

“Elven men marry birds?” Goz wondered as he sat up from his spot on the ground. “I do not know how this resonates with my mind.”

“At least our women don’t run at the sight of us!” said Timbre.

Bleach stood up and yawned, spreading his arms out to either side. His back cracked. In fact his joints all seemed stiff all of a sudden. “The elves are shapeshifters, Goz,” Bleach said. His knees popped.

Goz and Timbre stared at him for a moment, forgetting their quarrel. Both swore in their native languages under their breaths. Buhrne made a sound of frustration. “You’re too young to have your joints sound like a kettle of popcorn.”

Goz glanced at Buhrne with disgust. He then looked Bleach up and down for a moment. “So you’re alive, then.” He smiled. “Or you have overcome rigormortis?”

“Stop talking of trivial things!” spoke up the blue jay.

“The bird is right!” Goz exclaimed. “Have you no idea why there would be a war?”

“Again, you speak of war!” said Bleach. “I never heard of such a thing!”

“You have lived in Lover’s Climb? Did they not teach you why it were nmed such?”

Very briefly Bleach explained why he thought so. Goz listened in bad humor and often interrupted with more cursing in his language. Not once did he explain his words’ meaning.

“I explained to you my journey up to your city. Surely you didn’t think my trip were unique. Did you? I finally reached the point where I actually wanted a wife! Now my people will slowly die out with no younglings. Our women ALL lived there on that accursed mountain!” He actually put his hands to his face and began to silently, tearlessly weep.

“I have no idea what is worse,’ said Buhrne. “The boy’s ignorance or the dwarth’s acting.” He smirked.

Goz rose to his feet to confont the arrogant fire mage but Bleach grabbed his arm and restrained him. Goz spat at Buhrne’s feet. “If I only I had my ax!” swore Goz.

“Are you sure you want it?” spoke a voice in Bleach’s head. By the look of it, the others heard it as well. “Don’t worry, I am not there, but I can grant boons when I wish. And only when I wish.” It sounded familiar. The Bleach’s bad ear twitched. “I wonder if the rats will take the bait or decide to flee the sinking ship?” This last was spoken in Raven’s voice, so Bleach was sure only he heard this last messge.

Goz stomped his foot. “Give me my ax!” Suddenly it popped into existence in his hands and hovered in the air for a moment. But when he tried to clasp it properly, he lacked the strength so it felll to the floor at his feet. Again, he swore.

Timbre was about to speak, but the voice said “NO!” Timbre made a face of disgust. “Your woman doesn’t want to be your woman anymore.” There was laughter. “She and I know you hate being in human-like form.”

Timbre frowned. “Are our children, the animals we created when we mated, still alive?” There was silence. The bird chirped at him but the frown grew deeper.

“I don’t want to speak human to the idiot!” came his wife’s voice. It seemed to come from a spot of blank space in the air near her. “Why are my words now heard?” she wondered.

“Telepathy is my game!” said Raven’s voice in their minds. Buhrne scratched his chin. “Oh! Someone is catching on how the game is played!”

“What?” asked Buhrne. “i was just wondering if i may use my fire magic again.” He snapped his fingers and the campfire reignited. He paused for a moment in though. “Very well.” Suddenly a large shadow with no discernible origin appeared on the wall of the cave.

The Kingdom of Alefgard. (A Dragon Quest / Final Fantasy Fan Fiction)

Along time ago, so long ago that it was the year of our lords 1990, there existed a kingdom named Alefgard. It's citizens were an odd pack what the gods termed "Non Player Characters." 

Being an NPC was a responsibility in itself. The Kingdom itself was made of a castle town and a nearby small hamlet nearby. Across a raging sea, there lived the Dragon Lord in another castle separated from the mainland by mountains and a noxious swamp. He sat on his throne jealously peering into a glass ball.

The Dragon Lord had purchased his forsaken castle at a lower price than that of the other castle had cost its King. The first day he arrived to open the door to his Dark Castle, the magic key he'd bought at the key store vanished into thin air, leaving his front door incapable of being locked ever again. You see, the owner of the key store was an evil magician and the Dragon Lord's cousin.

Having opened the door he had unwittingly allowed an invisible beast that feasted on its victim's fears was released along with its copious offspring. Before he knew what happened, the Dragon Lord was dragged down a confusing array of catacombs beneath his castle where he was forced to sit upon a hidden throne.

Suddenly, there appeared a hero in blue & white armor. And at first glance of him, the villagers feared him because he stood as a giant and was at least ten stories tall. He slowly walked toward the castle which surely would be trampled by his enormous feet. The king sounded an alarm and had himself locked into his throne room with only his most trusted guards and advisers to accompany him.

“Who the hell is that?” he asked as he looked out his window.

“Don't you know?” asked a guard as he paced about the chamber. “He is the Dragon Warrior!”

“The Who?” asked the king.

“The game is named after him, sire,” said another guard.

It was at this moment the king made a tragic proclamation: “everyone just play dumb!”

And dumb they became. Some citizens would stand or sit still for all eternity at their assigned posts. Others would wander about foolishly and for some reason a visiting hero would hear the same “BUMP!” he would hear if he were to walk into a wall!

And then the hero finally stepped foot into the castle and was warped straight into the King's chamber. “Holy crap!” cursed the king. But the hero was frozen solid in place. “What the hell is he doing now?” he asked.

The pacing guard said “the game just asked him his name, sire.”

At that moment, a pigeon flew into the window. The king opened a letter attached to the leg of the pigeon. “HELP! A giant, red warrior has appeared in the town square of our fair city of Cornelia!” read the king. “Where the hell is Cornelia?”

“It is the first city of the game Final Fantasy, sire!” said the pacing guard.

Shattered Consciusnesses Part One

Shattered Consciousnesses

by

Michael Woodard

I

Bleach just ran. He heard something rustle in the leaves behind him up above and he looked frantically over his shoulder. It wasn't the darkling following him this time. It was the vulture. It had left its prizes up in the tree where it had landed earlier. He dared not look back again. The soldiers had found him in his camp!

He was certain he heard the crash of hooves on the ground speeding towards him. Visions of the dead soldier atop his now skeletal horse came to mind and he couldn't shake them off.

If not his former friend whom he had buried; only to have the man rise from his own grave to haunt him later in that village far from the mountain's peak... surely Death himself rode at his back.

A wet pair of hands grabbed him by the shoulder and uprose the panic level again. Amy was also back from her watery grave to claim his soul! He tried to run but the clutching grasp kept him in one spot.

He looked back and no one was there.

The talons of the vulture sunk into the meat of his back and threw him to the ground. Then before he could get a grab at it, it had flown away with a large part of his cape in its arms. His special cape.

He cried and in his sudden despair and he realized he was lost. Laying upon his face, he began to throw a tantrum. His fists and feet banged in the dust as he bawled like a much younger child.

Oh, grow up! Came a voice in his head. He heard it but not with his ears for it had no sound. But it rasped in his mind. Don't you humans spend enough time as babies in your cradles?

“I'm not a baby,” he said aloud, falling still. No longer crying.

Cradles of Sin they be. Sins against the Greater World of Nature you live in. The voice seemed to come from the vulture. Friendless you are... twice a runaway.

“You laugh like that crow had laughed,” Bleach remarked, turning onto his back to look up at his tormentor. “Before my brother had killed it.” Then he remembered the burning casket.

Before he could begin to weep again, the image in his head shattered like a pane of glass. It was replaced by a spark of white light.

If I were a predator, so easily would I have sunk my beak or talons into your neck and drank your blood, said the vulture in a casual remark.

“Well you did attack me, didn't you?” Bleach wanted to know.

“Only because my wings were getting tired from following you.” Not surprisingly, the vulture had chosen a tall gravestone to perch from.

A shadowy figure landed next to Bleach. On its waist there was a scabbard and belt for the dagger. Upon its head it wore the steel helmet. The rest of its features were cloaked. He could not tell how tall this latest arrival was.

Before he could address this person, it spoke. “So a scavenger complains about the chase for you? Indeed. I have been chasing you even further... grandson.”

“Grampah? Am I dead now?” He climbed to his feet and almost fell. Grampah was clean-shaven and was missing his glasses, but he still recognized him.

The figure grabbed his elbow to steady him. “You look older.” He laughed. “In fact you look older than me at this moment.”

Bleach felt his face and found his beard was still there. And then he found out that his hair was a tangled mess as well. “Why am I old?”

“You wished to be older. Older and wiser. But you wished too hard and your age got too far ahead of you. And your wisdom has dimmed.” Grampah mused for a second. “You also have grown more than a little insane since I last saw you.” 

NEW FICTION.

Two canoes came rowing along the shallow water of the river. One boat had three people in it, the other only two. This was weird though because the river had been dammed at some point and only puddles remained in the river bed.

The five people had cut out holes in the bottoms of their boats and would walk a few paces around, drop the boats down so they could sit and pretend to row in the muck for a bit.

Confused, Bleach ran up to them and started to walk in the muddy river bed towards them.

“Do you see what I see?” shouted one of the men in the two-person boat. He was small, wearing a black pointed hat and a blue robe. The robe was dirty. He was dirty. And his overall look was funny-looking.

The much larger man sitting in the boat with him struck him very hard, knocking his hat from his head and sending him backwards into the muck behind the boat. “Damn you, Tinli, I wanted to be the first to say that line!” He began to fiddle his fingers on a gold chain he wore around his neck.

Tinli didn't say anything: he was out cold.

“TIRSK!” shouted an older man with a bald head and grizzly-looking gray goatee. He wore a gray robe. The man he named was wearing a red robe. They exchanged angry looks and shrugs.

“Praise be The Lord!” shouted a mannish thing in a brown robe. Then she tore her fake beard off along the robe, revealing a dirty light gray dress she wore underneath. At some point when it were clean, the dress might have been white. “He walks upon water!”

Tirsk growled again, but didn't dare hit the woman as well. “Great. I knocked out the third wise man because he angered me!” he groused. He slapped Tinli's face, causing him to stir a little but still he remained on the ground unconscious. “We bring you ---” he began.

“GIFTS!” shouted his companions in unison. Again the man in red fumed.

A third man wearing yellow tossed a wrapped package at Bleach and it bounced off his head before he could duck away from it. “I am your father!” squeaked the man in yellow robes. He also wore a necklace but his was made from a leather string.

Rubbing his head, Bleach noticed that they all five wore similar amulets. They were red jewels encased in gold.

The oldest, the one of the gray robes, shook his head. His necklace was made of silver. He sighed. “I am a servant of God, Oh who art Christ!”

“What is a Christ?” Bleach wanted to know.

“A Christ performs miracles, Lord Jesus!” yelled the woman. “I am your mother, Mary, and my... husband... is Joseph!” She very carefully kissed the yellow robed man on his bearded cheek. Neither one looked happy about the kiss.

“Yosef!” he corrected.

She hit him in the crotch with her fist.

Yosef gasped. “Call me Joseph, please,” he said weakly.  

Sorry I haven't posted much. I am seriously considering a new, 21st Century approach to my fiction.

.... by posting it as much as possible in the future on the internet. Getting people to read a blog seems easier than getting them to read a book by an unknown author like myself.


SPOILERS BELOW...

In the last year I have (of course) made a new draft but this one is stream lined for "new media" such as TV or Film or stage or even animation. 

I also have come up with a solution to the one criticism my mother ever brought up with the story... "they are too young" to have gone thru the risque things I put my characters thru. Amy is lying about her age because she's 18 and claiming to be 13 to be closer in age to Bleach. 

And Bleach himself is actually a great deal older than 10 because he somehow got stunted in his growth cycle a century ago and only recalls ten years of his life.... for some reason. Oh, and he's an undead-zombie kinda thing without a soul because his brother murdered him as a newborn. .... 

The damn thing evolves even after twenty some years of writing. :( 

My sister-in-law's new blog.

Red Flag Parent

Good stuff. As a "Learning Disabled" adult, I can really dig reading about my nephew's life as described by his mother. :D

Love ya, Hollie. :D