tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post3837005951541858846..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday October 9th, 2016Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-40800085824759863732016-10-22T13:59:49.897-07:002016-10-22T13:59:49.897-07:00Greg - hah, yes, I suppose it was the big house pa...Greg - hah, yes, I suppose it was the big house party :)<br /><br />Great continuation! I have to admit I laughed at Bradley getting knocked out again like that.<br /><br />The fire extinguisher was a clever route to go, nicely done.<br /><br />Now... we've got two months left and a decision to make about where to go next. I'm glad I've got some time to think it over :)Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-58771754058553571122016-10-10T22:28:16.293-07:002016-10-10T22:28:16.293-07:00That sounds like a nice party, although I know wha...That sounds like a nice party, although I know what you mean about being there when someone you expect to be there too isn't. Still, this is the loud house party I mentioned a few comments back, right? ;-)<br />Right, so we have Julie awake but not moving much yet, Bradley waking up, Anne back but stuck outside and Cecilie not giving up even though losing Babs seems to have weakened her. It's getting pretty tense here!<br /><br /><b>Mine:</b><br />Bradley grunted as though he'd been kicked and rolled over. He was waking, but it looked like he was having the same kind of trouble that Julie was. The voice screamed in her -- in their? -- heads again.<br />"KILL HER! USELESS MAN!"<br />"Why useless?" Julie swayed on her feet and reached back behind her to support herself against the wall. A headache was pounding like a blacksmith hammering on an anvil and the question slipped out almost on reflex.<br />"He's a man. They're all useless, disposable, discardable."<br />"Harsh," said Julie. She placed her palms against the wall and edged closer to the door. There was a new pounding now, staccato, in arrythmic counterpoint to her headache.<br />"You came here because of that!"<br />For a moment everything became still and silent and the buzz that was somehow Cecilie became a golden glow. In the middle of it was a tall, elegant woman; everything Julie wished she saw when she looked in the mirror. She remembered Doug, though he seemed cruder and uglier than she thought. Perhaps that was the benefit of a little distance?<br />"Join us," said Cecilie. She held out a hand and blurred. Julie saw three, then eight, then dozens, then hundreds of individual women all somehow part of Cecilie. Faces turned to her, imploring, desperate, grief-stricken; mouths all moving and murmuring the same words, "Join us."<br />There was a crash somewhere outside the glow, but it didn't really matter any more. Julie could see that this was a better place.<br />"The medication makes it easier to join us," said Cecilie. She smiled, pulling back into one uncommonly beautiful woman again. "Together we're stronger. No man can dominate us, can ruin us, can make us feel like we're getting the crazy on the carseats. We're better together." She held out both hands now, and Julie found the temptation to take them irresistible. She pulled her hands off the wall--<br />-- and blinked and sat down as her vision disappeared in a cloud of cold, white foam.<br />"She's a vampire!" yelled Anne somewhere close by.<br />"KILL HER!" screamed the buzzing voice in her mind, and Julie shook her head, blobs of foam flying free. She wiped her eyes: Anne was swinging a fire extinguisher around her as though trying to bat a swarm of wasps. Bradley loomed behind her; he must have woken up while she was talking to Cecilie. The fire extinguisher caught him on the temple and he went over again, eyes rolling back up in his head.<br />"KILL HER! KILL HER!"<br />"Kill you too, you bitch!" Anne sounded angrier but more controlled.<br />Julie coughed, wiped more foam from her face and tried to think. What on earth did they do now?Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com