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The Child

Ok, so I lied…this one snuck in there and insisted to come play, so here it is.  I hope you like it, and Merry Christmas/Holiday to everyone!

a child is born, to parents poor,
his cradle is a manger, small,
in stable dark beside the inn,
in wind that whistles through the wall.

yet at his birth, the heavens sing,
the glories of a stars bright light
eclipse the lanterns of the inn
and make the sky a beacon, bright

shepherds follow, drawn by light,
and angel voices singing sweet,
gifts they bring, a blanket warm,
the rhythm of a drums soft beat.

and from the East, the wiseman come,
men of learning, traveling far,
gifts they bring, to lay before
the glory born beneath the star.

and in the heavens, angels chorus
till all the world can hear the ring,
peace on earth and mercy mild,
and glory to the newborn king.



I thought about how angsty and boring my blog has been lately, and I thought “Hey, it’s Christmas!  Maybe I should write about that!”  And then I looked at my christmas, and past christmas’s and future christmas’s…and I thought mayyybe not.  *nods*


I promise I’ll find something not totally angsty and/or weird and give it to you…soon-ish…but most likely not for/on the next two days.  Which is alright because most of you will all be having your own time of busy-ness and cheer, and won’t have time to check blogs anyway.  So it’s all cool.  >.<

Strange Girl

once upon a time, there was a strange girl. she knew she was strange, because whenever she said something, people looked at her strangely, or laughed, even when she was being serious. she knew she was strange, because the things that people who weren’t strange liked were totally boring and almost painful to her. she knew she was strange because even her family didn’t know who she was, or even care. they said they cared for her, but they didn’t care to know who or what she was. she knew she was strange because learning all about who people were, what they liked or didn’t like, acted or didn’t, when they were likely to get angry and how to calm them down…was so much a part of her that she hardly noticed. except when people didn’t even know how to do that, and they didn’t even want to learn. when they couldn’t see the whole picture even when their eyes were wide open, and she couldn’t not see it. Sometimes, in a crowd, it got too much, and her head couldn’t hold all the things, so people said she was afraid of crowds. she didn’t like crowds, because if she missed one thing from one person, they might get angry or want to hurt her, but in a crowd the…things were too many, and she might miss one. she hated people to get angry. it hurt and scared her, which is how she knew she was really really strange. because most people, even the people she came from, seemed to like to get angry. to complain about the people on the road, or in the office, or in the grocery store, or in church, and they got super angry and yelled and talked hurtful things that made the girl run and hide, but some places there was nowhere to hide, so she had to hide in herself, and some times it was hard to find her way back out. sometimes she had her real place, and it was hers, no other body to go there, just her things, put her way, so she could go and curl up and breathe. but sometimes, she had to make a place, in someone elses space, and she had to work really hard to make it feel like hers, because it was always in the air, and she never knew when it’d be pulled out from under her and she’d be left in the cold again.

so the strange girl lived and breathed and hid and learned and read and learned, and played and learned, and learned and learned and learned. but no one thought she knew anything, because she had no papers to show them, and they thought papers were magic, even when they were out of books, so they thought she was ignorant or stupid and even she felt that way when they said it. so she would go and hide and learn and learn, but whenever she tried to tell someone a truth she’d learned, they just laughed at her, and said i guess you got that off the internet, you can’t believe all of that. she knew how to find things, how to learn things, how to find all the things and look at them and put the true bits together like a puzzle and sometimes it came all at once, but the people who weren’t strange couldn’t see more than one bit at a time, so they dismissed it, and her.

and one day the strange girl met some strange people, but she still didn’t belong, but it was ok because they were all people who didn’t fit in, together. so she waited, and she got friends, and she got to know how to not make anyone angry, and how to not be noticed, and she did that except with her friends and so nothing bad happened. then something bad did happen, and it made everyone so angry and hurt and hurt and hurt, forever, because bad men shot her brother so that he died, and it made her family fall apart and no one had enough glue for all of them, so they just glued their part, and hid there. and the strange girl went back to her place and hid for a long time, and then she found a strange boy, and he wanted to know all about her, to know who she was. so she learned who he was, and it was good, and she wouldn’t hurt him unless bad bad things happened, so they were a one for a long time. and they found another strange girl, and they lived with her, in her nest, and she had a little baby, and the strange girl loved babies, because they were so easy to know, and they were easy to play with, and take care of, and the strange girl loved the little baby, but bad things happened again, and this time she made them happen. she got sick, and she couldn’t fix it, and she couldn’t hide, and she couldn’t help it, so she couldn’t be who she was. and the strange boy and the strange girl went away to hide from her, and she went back to the family of angry people and tried to make a place to hide, but it didn’t work.

so she hid in the words, because they never hurt her, and they never got angry, and they never hated and screamed and ranted…some did, but not hers. and so the strange girl lived her strange life, and some people said she should be more interested in talking to real people, and she would just sigh and tell them one more time, even though she knew they would never understand, that the people on the computer, the people in the words, were real people too. they were just far away people.

and then she hid, for good, and no one on the outside could find her, even though they looked and looked, but all they found was her alive body, and her dead and hiding brain.

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Repost, by me.,,Raising a Wild Tangent

(This was written by request, by Madison Woods, as one of her “guest writers”.  I meant to put it over here, as well, as it was -very- long ago, and I didn’t want to lose it.  So…here it is.  ;p )


The Wild Tangent: An Owners Guide

So, you want to take on the challenge of caring for a Wild Tangent. The Tangent is a curious creature, with a rambunctious personality coupled with a tendency to run wild and spew ideas around like noxious candy. It takes a strong personality to tame a Wild Tangent, but once tamed, it can be a loving and loyal friend and lifelong companion.

The first issue we must deal with is preparing your Tangent’s space. The Tangent requires a large area in which to ramble, roam, and just generally move around. It is best to keep it contained, however, as most people dislike or are annoyed by the Tangent, tamed or otherwise. The space should also contain a place for the Tangent to “do his duty” as it were. Newspaper should be utilized, as like attracts like, and the paper will have the scent of other Tangents on it. If your Tangent continues to drop words and even sentences around its yard, you may need to utilize the newspaper in the other time-honored fashion.

The second issue, and a major one, is how and what to feed your Tangent. If not fed correctly and allowed to digest, it tends to spew up all sorts of nonsense and ridiculous notions and then go off and sulk, leaving you to clean up after it. It is best to feed it once a day, usually a measured portion of wiki mixed with a dash of scopes and a bare sprinkle of blog. It may take as much as a day for the Tangent to digest, so don’t be alarmed if it seems sleepy for a while and curls up in a corner to think.

Exercising your Tangent

Exercising your Tangent can be a challenging but rewarding time. The best time is in the middle of the night, when fewer people are awake to be annoyed by its whining and barking. The best strategy is to find a forum (not in its formal/modern usage) that suits both you and your Tangent. You will know if it suits it by the eager way it sniffs at it, and pants to get going and run. Below I have listed a few “exercises” that worked for me.

1) The round-and-round

This one is for beginners, as it’s the easiest. The Tangent is already inclined in this direction, so all you have to do is control the scope and distance. Loose your Tangent, slightly, so there is slack to the leash, then just let it run. It will automatically go in a circular pattern, backwards and forward, moving from conclusion to conclusion, sometimes contradicting itself and getting tangled in the leash. Your job is to keep it semi-contained, untangle it when it trips, and gently lead it in a safe ending direction.

2) The ramble

Like the round-and-round, this one is easy, but due to the length and breadth of the work, there is always the element of burnout to consider. Again, unleash the Tangent, giving it plenty of slack, and let it move where it wishes. When it begins to move in a circular fashion, gently lead it away and keep it to a long, loping pace. When exhaustion sets in, simply allow the Tangent to rest, and reward it with a bite of wiki from your pocket.

3) The rant

This exercise is for the advanced Tangent owner only. Use extreme caution in locating a space to perform the rant, as it may grow uncontrollably given enough area. The rant begins with the Tangent being allowed to pull to the end of the leash, which is held -tightly- by the owner as they stand well back out of range. The Tangent will immediately take full advantage of the perceived freedom, and will begin to dig, whine, claw and bite at anything within reach. As owner, you are ultimately responsible for the actions and reactions of your Tangent, and must watch diligently for signs of over-reaction and explosive opportunities. If such occur, immediately reel in the leash and allow the Tangent to rest and recover. If necessary, it may be sent back in again, but usually once is enough to calm it down for a while.

So you see, with time, patience, and a lot of work, a Wild Tangent can become a loyal and loving pet. It will provide hours and hours of entertainment as you watch its antics and chuckle quietly to yourself at the effect it has on others. So enjoy…be happy…just please keep it away from me.


As the owner and semi-trainer of several generations of WT’s, I was honored to be asked by Madison to be a guest writer. I am somewhat of an expert on the subject, having been addicted to writing for as long as there were keyboards available…typewriter to word processor to word processor with a -screen- (zomg!) to actual (sort of) computers. Hooray for floppy disks that weren’t and hard drives the size of a record album. Remember those? Records, not prehistoric hard drives…talk about uphill both ways barefoot in the snow! Want to listen to a song over again? Pick up the needle and gently place it dow…screeeech…fudge! Want to listen to the whole record over again? They have special fancy players for that…just watch as the needle hits the little thingie in the middle and sloooowly lifts and sloooowly moves back across the record, to restart the first song…usually with a…

Whoops. See what I mean about semi-trained? I wish you more luck than I’ve had taming your Wild Tangents, and hope to hear all your success stories…if you can keep the Tangent off of them. 😉

For reals bio…sort of.

I’m a 40-mumble yr. old going on 6, a poet, writer, reader, word tinkerer/creator, and all around general knowledge-w***e. I’ve had a love affair with words since I started reading at 2-ish, puzzling my way through my mom’s collection of Shakespeare, Roald Dahl (kid stuff -and- adult), O’henry, Twain, etc. at 6, and getting -extremely- frustrated at 7 because the librarian at school wouldn’t let me go in the “big kids section”…so I had to go and get my Mccaffrey and Norton and King and…etc. at the city library, where all I had to do was prove that I could read and comprehend what I read, and promise to take the proper care of the books. Which was like telling a museum to take proper care of their exhibits. If anyone even -sneezed- in the direction of one of my books, they got a -very- stern glare, coupled with a lecture, depending on age, temper, and parental or otherwise status. So now words and I have an “It’s complicated” sort of relationship, as this is my first go at actually making the durn things get up off the couch and get a job, and they’re not sure they like the idea yet. But we’re working on it, baby steps at a time, and hopefully some day you’ll see my name at the bottom of the bargain bin in the dollar store…2 for $1!! 😉


Panic. How can panic be so quiet? So locked inside, buried deep in my self, screaming-banging-running into walls panic. I live with it. I sleep with it. I take it out and examine it. But I -never- let it run free. I never let it escape, to exercise and grow bigger, to smear its mess all over the landscape, and the few people I can call friends.

It never leaves. My heart beats to its rhythm, my muscles live tangled by its strength, my nerves, my reactions, are in direct reference to it. But no one sees. It dances behind my eyes, under my skin, around and around my mind…but no one knows.

Sometimes, a pale reflection can be seen, twisting my heart and bringing messages of pain that can’t be hidden. Then they give me things. Things to chase it away. Things to lift my spirits until I can lift them on my own. But they can’t see.

The reflection that they see is thin and watery, spread over my skin like makeup. A mask of the real thing, created for them to have something to “fix”. Then, once it is “fixed”, it crawls inside, or simply evaporates, until the next time. They are happy, because I am “better” again, and thus no longer a problem for them. But they can’t care.

Not don’t, can’t. They live with their own inner demons, some or most with a long enough leash, long enough for them to walk them in public, to exercise them around others of the same, and never even seeing the mess they leave behind. Some are proud of them, displaying them as fine examples of the type, showing them off, expecting medals and admiration.

I envy them.

FINALLY! Fiction Relay #50! (hope it’s worth the wait…)

It took me forever, and it’s entirely too long, but here is chapter 50 of the Fiction Relay.  If you haven’t been following along, it might be a bit confusing, but that’s exactly why the originator of the story, The Reclining Gentleman, aka TRG, aka Boss, made us an awesome summary page, right here.  There is also the Home Page of the relay, here.  If you’re interested in learning more about the Relayers, or the Relay, that’s the place to look.  I hope you enjoy my little chapter, and visit the other Relayers to keep up on the story as well.  With no further delay…Chapter 50.

In the car, staring at the statue that had (Temporarily!!) become her Master, Melissa seethed. In her mind she kicked and pouted, sizzling with anger…and a touch of fright. **Let Me Go! Let Me Go, You…You…You Damn Dog!!** But kick and fight as she would, her body remained under total control…and IT wanted into that mountain. Wanted it with a fury that was stronger than anything Melissa had ever felt, greater than anything she’d ever known existed. Keeping the feeling as deep inside her as she could, down where she kept her true thoughts about her sister…down where even -she- didn’t go…Melissa shivered in fear.

When the Voice spoke in his head, Raj’s mangled rotted body -almost- jumped in surprise…but before he could celebrate the new ability, there came a G*R*O*W*L that not only got his notice, but caused him to reflexively attempt to stand (Well, sit…) at attention. His head throbbed with pain, and the Voice seemed to bounce around it like an empty cavern.
“Raj! Born Khalid, son of Elijah, son of Rhashid, son of Achmed…etc, etc, etc…you will listen to me! You will obey Me! You are M*I*N*E!!”
Raj attempted to nod, or bow, or show his total assent in some other way…until he felt a warmth that cradled his body, and a voice…The Voice…spoke gently into his mind. “You are mine. Since your birth, you were mine. Son of a long line, son of my choosing…do not fear. When the time comes, you will know what to do. You will be -able- to do what needs doing. *I* promise you…” The Voice faded, but the warmth remained. Raj…no, Khalid…could feel it seeping into every dead bone, caressing every muscle and nerve…could feel himself coming back…back from the dead! The terrible smile that had never left his face took on a feral look, echoed in his eyes as the film cleared, leaving them bright once more.

Blue wasn’t afraid until she realized that she could feel no moving air in the tiny cavern. She quickly controlled the quick shiver that shot through her, hoping to hide the fact from Spencer…until his voice came nuzzling into her mind. *I know, babe. I know. Don’t worry. Between the two of us, what chance has some old mountain got?*
She grinned, there in the darkness, and carefully turned toward him. She could feel him grin back…until she smothered the grin with her lips, kissing him over and over again until his laughing thoughts cut through. *Enough, love. Enough, babe. We’ll use up the air that way!*
Defiantly, she straightened up, laying one hand on his beloved face. “Maybe that’s the way I -want- to go out…with you…” She shivered in the outpouring of love that filled the mental space between them…and blinked as it began to pour out into the cavern, as well.
Instinctively turning to Spence, to see if he felt it as well, she saw the look in his eyes…and realized that the cavern was lighting up! Slowly the soft blue light trickled down the walls, a soft, net-like pattern of threads. As they watched in wonder, Spence holding Blue against him, for comfort as well as protection, slowly and gently the “net” covered the walls.
What it showed, however, was not encouraging. The room/cavern was smaller than they had thought, and had no exit, as they had surmised. It was round, like a dome, or an ice-cream scoop, Blue thought irreverently, making Spencer smile and playfully ruffle her beautiful turqoise hair.

When the laugh-almost-cackle sounded from behind them, they both jumped automatically into combat mood, looking toward the sound…and blinked at what they saw.
Standing in front of them was an incredibly old woman, just finished laughing…and looking as if she might start again at the looks on their faces. “Whoo-ie! You all look as if I be de old Baron hisself!”
When she spoke they could see that she was mostly toothless…but the ones she had left had been sharpened razor sharp…as had the nails on her arthritic looking hands.
Typically, Blue took the lead. “Who the hell are you? Did you put us here?” If not for Spence’s quick hand on her belt she’d have tried to jump at the old woman right then. *Whatthehell, Spence? I almost had her!*
Smiling placatingly at the woman, he gripped Blues belt harder. *I…really don’t think so, babe. Just wait for my lead…please.*
*Ok, but you better be right.*
“I’m sorry…she’s a bit jumpy right now. By the way, thanks for the light…is there anyway you could add some oxygen?”
The woman blinked…and chuckled. “Sweet boy…for one ting, you no need de air no more; for ‘nother, there been air here de whole time, you just no feel it.”
“What…do you mean, I don’t “need” air anymore?” Blue sent him a comforting hug, and glared at their visitor.
“I mean what I say, sweet boy…you and you twin sistah theah got no need to breathe, less y’all wanna…” She grinned, mischievously.
This time it was Blue, of course. “You are some kinda crazy, lady…and if you, whatever you are, don’t get us out of here right now, Spence isn’t going to be able to hold me back!”
The grin dropped from the old womans face, and she shook her head before speaking. “Dis always de way. You need some kinda proof, yeah? Well, for one ting…I no make dis here hole…he do.” She nodded toward Spencer, as he gaped. “I…what?”
*She’s trying to confuse you, babe…don’t listen.* The old woman just grinned and nodded to Spence, who was still reeling from her previous statement. “-You- scoop this here hole outta you mama, boy! Jus’you!” With another disturbing laugh, she pulled something small off of her ratty old sweater, and threw it at the wall behind them, causing a flare of light from the “web”. When they turned back, she was gone.

*What…the…holy-hand-grenade…was that??” Spences words, and the baffled frustrated look on his face caused Blue to burst into gales of giggles. *I’m sorry, hon…I’m…just…” She sent him a picture of himself from her viewpoint…and he cracked up as well. Tension release or just exhaustion kept the giggles coming, until both slid down to sit on the cavern floor with a thump, leaning back to back.

Still shaking with adrenaline (and giggles), Blue slid to the floor of the little cavern…only to jump up with an undignified screech and a disgusted look. “Yuck! There’s about a billion spiders in here!”
In the soft radiance of the light “web” it was difficult for Spence to see, but as he watched, the floor seemed to ripple under him as hundreds of tiny spiders moved across it. Only the fact that they didn’t seem to be interested in the humans, weren’t doing more than moving across the floor, kept him still.
“Wait…where are they all going? There’s no way out…” Blue shivered as she pressed against him, eyes locked onto the rippling floor. “Out, hell…how the fuck did they get -in-?” With one swift move, Spence got to his feet, ignoring the crunching sound. “Just a sec…I need to see something.”
Watching the exodus of the spiders, Spence determined the direction of the flood and moved carefully toward that “wall”. Reaching one hand toward the light web, he realized that it too was crawling. This was the spiders destination. At first, he was dissappointed that the insects hadn’t found some hidden exit…then he looked again. “Hey, babe…whaddya think of that?”
Blue glanced toward the wall, then back to the floor to keep her watchful vigil against the tiny predators. “So they’re climbing the walls, so what? Lemme know when they spell out “Some Pig” ok?” He shook his head, watching as the spiders continued to crawl up the “web” in disciplined patterns, covering the lines, the web blackening and falling off as they advanced. “I don’t know…it doesn’t look threatening…but what the hell are they…”
Wonderingly, Spence put out one hand, touching the darkened outlines where the web had fallen off as the spiders continued their march. Forming two lines up the side of the wall, about door width, they continued upward until they met at the top…forming a perfect arch. As the last point of the arch was completed, there was a loud “SNAP” sound and an electric ozone-ish smell and the “web” flared up, almost daylight bright…and the patter of tiny hard bodies could be heard as all the spiders were flung off of the lines to land on the cavern floor, unmoving.
The warm blue light of the web now flared eye-searing turquoise, snapping angry sounds tracing all around the room…except for the solid arch of blackness that marred its perfection. Spence carefully moved his hand toward the darkened portion of wall…grinning as he felt an opening in the rock, and a cold breath of moving air outside it. “Hey, babe…I think our ride’s here…”

Meanwhile, back at the ranch..(ahem)…I mean Doom Room…our three heroes picked their jaws up off the floor and stared at “Jose”. Ephraims hand shot out just in time, snagging Sams collar just as he leapt toward Elijah with an incoherent snarl. “Sam! Don’t…” The currently ex-policeman kept his hand wrapped tightly around the leather of Sams jacket and shook his head, glaring at the man standing before them, arms wrapped around himself as if cold. “That just feeds into his bullshit…we all know that none of us would allow Sammy, aka “Blue”, to get in harms way.”

“Ha!” The highly amused snort from the doorway caused all three to whirl, and Elijah/Jose to pale…an impressive feat for either of them. The woman standing in the door was neither young nor old, neither dark nor pale..in fact, she seemed to be difficult to focus on, as if protected behind a screen of fog or dust. Her voice was similarly neutral in pitch as she spoke to the visibly shaken Elijah.

“You been a bahd boy, child. Tryin’t protect that sweet rascal grandchild of yours…let me -tell- you. You know that lil gal gon’kick your bony ahss if she catch you, yah?” She put her hands on her hips, glaring toward him, tapping one foot. “Well?” She snorts in disgust as he continues to stare at the floor, miserably. “We done here..go home!” She waves one hand in his direction, and with a startled look, he pops out of sight. “You just cahn’t get good help these days…”

Turning back toward the others, her manner seems to soften greatly, and she smiles. “H’lo, children! Apologies for my manners…you can call me Aunt Nancy. I’ve just been t’see your sweet daughter and her cousin…they doin’fine, so don’t you fret…it’s here that the danger comes!” She watches, amused, as Ephraim releases Sams collar and they step toward her, both instinctively moving to guard Meagan. “The strong protectors…good. You gonna need them…”

“What are you talking about? Is this about the “witches”, whatever that’s about?” Meagans voice shakes as she attempts to push her way through the wall of strength that is Sam and Ephraim. “And where is my daughter? I need to see her!”

“Aunt Nancy” shakes her head, her softly accented voice gentle. “Patience, child. She is needed, right this minute…but you will be together soon enough. As for Coyote and his little “army”…I ‘spect that Mama T will be able to handle them until you have done what you must.” Suddenly she whirls, turning toward the door of the room.

“Uh-oh…company!” Her voice gaining the rougher texture of a male, “she” begins to back toward the rear wall of the cavern, eyes wide and aimed at the door. “Sorry, kids…y’all on your own! Thank you for flying Air Ananzi, the exits are here-here-here-here-everywhere…and we’d recommend you take one!” This said, she/he seems to shimmer, and on the floor is a puddle of tiny black spiders which make a quick retreat toward the far wall.

Ephraim curses, turning toward the door, while Sam moves to stand beside Meagan. The door is tightly shut, as it had been…but as he watches, a soft “fumf” sound can be heard, and they watch, warily, as two figures appear before it. Meagans eyes widen, and her voice shakes as she takes a step forward… “Mellie? Khalid? W-what?”

Melissa curses as she stumbles forward, the limp blanket-wrapped form of Raj falling to the floor beside her, and some sort of statue in her arms. “What the fuck? What did you do? Never mind…not important. Just put me back, now!” Taking one angry step toward them, she stumbles again as a dark-skinned hand shoots out from beneath the blanket and grabs her by the ankle.

With a quick, vicious tug, Raj knocks the off-balance Melissa to the floor, causing the statue to fly from her hands and shatter near Meagans feet. A greasy looking smoke begins to billow from it, and the three back up, eyes wide and coughing. Melissa kicks free, scrambling to her feet, and backing toward the door, eyes wide and frightened. With a snarl that Blue would have recognized, Raj throws the blanket to one side and stands, burning eyes sweeping the room. “You!”

Ephraims firearm is in his hands before he even realizes, pointed toward Raj, eyes flicking between him and Melissa. “Stop! Just stop, and tell us what the -hell- this is about! I am fucking exhausted, I have a headache, and I’m -really- pissed off, so you’d better talk quick before I shoot you in the head just to watch it pop! The last time I saw you…” He nods to Melissa. “…you were locked in the shed at the ranch. And you…” a nod toward Raj… “were dead on the floor of the tunnels. So explain!”

Meagan trembles in Sams arms, pulling against the arm wrapped around her shoulders, but he manages to hold her back. Her voice is curiously high-pitched, like that of a child, and she seems near tears as she squints through the smoky room toward the door. “Mellie! Mellie! It’s me, Meagan! Where did you go? I missed you!” Sam pulls her closer, watching the scene at the door warily as he continues to back away from the smoke that is rapidly filling the room.

“I…don’t…have…to…EXPLAIN! I AM!” Raj lunges toward Ephraim as varying expressions of startlement come from around the room. As he moves, he seems to change…in a way that would be extremely familiar to Blue…fingers turning to vicious looking claws, and his teeth lengthening. Ephraims gun cracks loudly, the sound echoing sharply around the closed cavern, and Raj stops in his tracks, half-morphed hand going to his right shoulder with a look of shock. “You can’t hurt me! My Father will -destroy- you!”

Ephraims voice crackles with impatience and anger. “Sorry, kid. Your pop just left…you -just- missed him. Unlike me. Now tell me what’s going on, damn it…or the next one’s going into the middle of your forehead!” Raj sneers, the expression incongrous around that half-formed muzzle full of razor sharp teeth. “You actually don’t know! You, Captain Sees-All, have no idea!” He chuckles, the sound echoing strangely around the room, almost like sharp barks. “That’s all right…you’ll find out soon enough…in fact, I think I’ll leave you alive, to watch!”

The smoke continues to billow, until in an alarmingly short time it’s become almost impossible to see. Melissa’s voice is rough, although from smoke or emotion isn’t clear. “Mellie? Seriously? I have -no- idea what you’re talking about.” Carefully, she begins to step back until she hits the wall of the cave. Always better to have your back against a wall. Her left hand moves to her mouth, and she chews at it…a nervous habit that she hadn’t allowed herself to indulge in since childhood.

Meagan snuggles closer to Sam, eyes squinched against the smoke. “Mell..Melissa? How did you…I’m so confused. You looked like my sister! I remembered! Just like I “remembered” about Sammy! But Mellie’s dead! She died in the accident…” Her voice shakes with weariness and confusion, and she trails off as Sams hand pulls her even closer, and his mental “hand” lovingly strokes her hair. *Love you…don’t let that bitch get to you.*

Keeping a wary eye on the now fur covered form that is Raj, Ephraim maintains his combat stance, firearm aimed. “Look, buddy. You’ve been trouble since we were kids, and now is no different. I don’t want to shoot you again, so you need to just back up real slow, and sit down against the wall, ok?”

Raj smirks, behind the cloud of smoke. “See, your problem is that you -seriously- don’t know what’s going on. If you did, you’d be better prepared when I do this!” With the last word, he lunges forward, nimbly avoiding Ephraims reflexive shot to come up right in front of him, one strangely elongated hand wrapping around Ephraims throat, the other easily twisting the gun out of his hand and holding it to his temple. This close, Ephraim has a close up view of that grin, and the mad eyes that glow almost yellow in the smoke. He speaks slowly, maintaining eye contact. “Alright…you’ve got my attention.” Below Raj’s point of view, one hand begins to move, ever so slowly, into position. “What can I do for you?”

Raj’s grin seems to widen even further. “Me? Not a damn thing…” With that he deftly tosses the gun up, catching it by the barrel, and cracking Ephraim across the side of his head with the butt. Not bothering to catch him as he falls to the floor, head hitting the cave floor with a nasty crack, he simply steps over him, toward Sam and Meagan.

“Now…for you two.” The smoke doesn’t seem to hamper him at all, whereas for Meagan and Sam it’s so thick that all they can see of Raj is a pair of glowing yellow eyes. Sam pushes Meagan behind him, speaking quickly and not taking his gaze off of the eyes as they approach. “Get back…go back until you hit the wall, and -stay- there…no matter what you hear. Please? For me…and for Sammy. She needs her mother.” Meagans mouth is open all through his speech, as if to argue…then as the last sentence sinks in, she shuts her mouth, and frowning, nods. “For Sammy.” As she begins to back away through the smoke, she can feel a loving kiss from Sams mind to hers. “I love you…just remember that.”

“Aww…isn’t that cute. Do you seriously think you can keep me from doing what I want?” Raj emerges from the smoke, shaking his head. His “transformation” is a little more advanced, the muzzle fully formed and teeth and nails pointed and sharp looking. “I don’t know…but I’m sure as hell going to try!” Sams voice shakes a tiny bit as he assesses Rajs new and “improved” physical self with his “x-ray” sight.

The muscles writhe beneath his skin, changing and growing as Sam watches. Bones snap and reform in ways that must be incredibly agonizingly painful, but there is nothing in those yellow eyes but hate. The chance of Sam surviving a close quarter fight, even with the boot knife that Ephraim had slipped him…were almost impossible. There must be another way…but what?


(Next up to bat is my buddy Dawn, who has been patiently waiting…I hope I didn’t mess you up -too- badly!)


the maze amazing blocks my sight,
with bright lit halls and rooms of night,
my heart beats fast and hard with fright,
I stumble, and my head feels light.

the path winds forward, north, then east,
with frozen fear I hear the beast,
he shambles, slow, like one deceased,
but still he comes, to make his feast.

I looked into his private wing,
not knowing what my choice would bring,
its beauty made my heart fair sing,
just like a castle for a king.

he sat, his back toward the door,
admiring the fires bright roar,
and spoke, as if his throat were sore…
“I’m certain that I locked that door.”

he turned around, I thought I’d scream,
so much the monster did he seem,
his eyes with yellow light did gleam,
I pinched myself, in case of dream.

I saw a passageway, and ran,
without a thought, without a plan,
away from beast that thought as man,
as fast as any rabbit can!

and now I’m lost, in caverns deep,
for days I’ve had no food or sleep,
while after me the beast does creep,
so on and on, my pace I keep.

still I wonder if I dream,
if things are not the way they seem,
I swallow scream on breathless scream,
and watch behind for the eyes that gleam.

The Sitch

Meh and double-meh and other words of frustration.  Once again I am esconced in a perfectly lovely rehab, for more work on my wounded leg…and all that is fine, other than spending Christmas away from home 😦  but it has complicated my already challenging work on Chapt. 50.  Not that I am having trouble writing it…what I am having trouble with is -not- writing it.  I’ve gone from a 2,000 word mess that wouldn’t gel…to a 4,000 word piece that won’t let me quit!  Everyone in it wants their own say, and just keep pouring it into my brain and out my fingers, despite my grumbling, griping, and bitching.  If it doesn’t settle down by this Friday, I’m giving up and letting someone else have it.  I’ll keep my story, and y’all can read it to see what’s what…but as it stands now, it’s just too big and involved and…annoying.  *sighs*  I -really- need help with keeping things concise.  Trouble is, my writing is, like my poetry, word pictures…and I hate to leave any corner empty.  I mean…then people might miss an important detail!  >.<  I love you guys, and I’m really really sorry this has been so much trouble…and thank you -so- much for your patience.  *hugs*



For Relayers and Relay Fans (Warning, pics of naked chicks)

Still working on the wonderfulness that will be Fiction Relay: Suzi’s Saga, #50…;p…but I found these while I was shopping, and I couldn’t resist seeing how long it takes to see the funny.  ImageImage


The truth, via “A Softer World”

This is from one of my favorite webcomics, “A Softer World”. Very deep, funny, sometimes even just silly stuff. It just hit me, after the last post…so here it is. Thanks Joey and Emily!


(Oh, and if you click the pic it will take you to their site, but be warned, it’s addictive.  It will eat your brain…  *eg*)

Valentines and Tinsel: A Love Song in Three Parts

Ice and fire, fire and rain,
the opposite attracts,
Drowned in tears and burning rage,
a heart beneath the axe.

“She could never forgive him, for what he didn’t say.”

Dance on air, fall to earth,
open up your eyes,
“Love will lift you” is no lie,
it just wears a disguise.

“I thought “I love you” meant forever…not until.”

Take your chances, place your bets,
the best is yet to come,
You may yet live to sit alone,
uncomfortably numb.