tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post4704051703617182099..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Wednesday September 19th, 2012Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-37647542623967301552012-09-22T16:44:54.900-07:002012-09-22T16:44:54.900-07:00Morganna - always happy to provide useful prompts ...Morganna - always happy to provide useful prompts :D<br /><br />Ah, another wrinkle in the ongoing saga. Really enjoying all the twists and turns you're bringing to this.<br /><br />Greg - just on the blog for now. I wanted to get some practice in with these two in preparation for writing another chapter in the actual story. Decided to go with some background work with them :)<br /><br />Great description of the secret entrance and how it must be accessed! Fascinating world Mr. Asciugimento inhabits :DMarchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-31704635592887238062012-09-21T00:30:08.022-07:002012-09-21T00:30:08.022-07:00As you can probably tell from the time of the comm...As you can probably tell from the time of the comment I'm in a bit of a rush this morning! Lovely piece, Morganna; the ease with which your characters take these revelations was surprising!<br />@Marc: It's always nice to see Ben and Red back in action – is it just on this blog?<br /><br /><b>Getting reacquainted</b><br />Charles Asciugimento, Head of Building Security, stepped off the side of the building.<br />He fell maybe three feet, then a polished glass floor caught him, his knees flexing slightly, and he was apparantly standing on thin air four hundred feet above street level. It was a true leap of faith, made all the more exciting by his certain knowledge that the glass floor had holes in it too.<br />He walked swifly along the floor, his eyes closed to help him remember the way, and thirty seconds later he was at a concealed door into the building. He opened it with a key-card, and stepped inside.<br />Lights came on as he walked into a laboratory-sterile room, and he could hear the soft hum of powerful machinery and the gurgle of fluids in pipes. In tanks, floating at peace and in sleep, were his three predecessors as Heads of Building Security. He checked his watch one last time, confirming that the date was correct, and pushed the blue button beneath the first tank without any pomp or circumstance. As fluid started to drain from the tank, he looked at the name on a brass plate beneath it.<br />"Well Henry," he said to himself, "It's time to get reacquainted."Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-12695717580824279852012-09-20T07:50:42.586-07:002012-09-20T07:50:42.586-07:00Perfect prompt for Emily, Marc! Thanks!
----------...Perfect prompt for Emily, Marc! Thanks!<br />-----------<br />Emily searched the Dublin docks for a familiar face. Her contact, well really an old friend, was supposed to meet her here -- she had sent a coded telegram under her old alias from the ferry office in England. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, praying he had been home and the telegram had not gone astray. <br /><br />Finally she heard a welcome "Jane!" and Jim came charging out from the crowd and swooped up in a big bear hug. She staggered slightly. She had forgotten how exuberant Jim could be.<br /><br />"What have you been doing to yourself, girl? There's more of you than there used to be!" He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and strolled back the way he had come. Then he stopped. "Wait. Do you have any luggage we should be worrying about?"<br /><br />She laid her head on his familiar shoulder and snuggled in. "No, I didn't have time to bring any. It's just me and the baby," she said sleepily. It was so good to be back with Jim again. What had she been thinking, storming off during a flaming row and going to England? <br /><br />Jim had stopped walking in the middle of the pavement. Dubliners flowed around them. "What do you mean, baby?!" he demanded angrily. <br /><br />"Oh, Jim, I'm too tired to explain now. Let's go back to the flat and I'll explain it all to you there." <br /><br />Jim shifted uncomfortably. "Um, about the flat. There's something you should know."morgannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358noreply@blogger.com