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Jenny from Zweier's called for my order. She asked if Friday's OK for a delivery, as nobody's available tomorrow (looks like I was right-messed up schedule due to Labor Day [it's more than all right-I don't have to worry they'll come during my recertification])
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Reply #123. Sep 07 11, 9:45 AM
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Jazmee27
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More stories from spring 2010
This one's "Birdie in the Closet":
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The first indication that Jazmee had of trouble in her little apartment was the series of two staccato squawks. Unfortunately, she was too exhausted to
investigate them at the time. Her last thought, before sinking into oblivion, was "I don't normally hear the bird at this late hour!"
At 8:30 AM, the rooster crowed, the way it was supposed to, but Jazmee was still too tired to get up. Groaning, she reached over and reset the alarm for
One hour later-then another. Two minutes before 10:30, our hero sat up abruptly and exclaimed, "Something's wrong-I don't hear Ethan!”
Our hero was astounded to realize, as she dashed into the bathroom, that she could see everything more clearly than ever before. "How did that happen?"
But she dismissed the question for the moment, so overcome by panic was she for her pet.
"Hey-over here!" cried a voice.
"Who said that?" Jazmee asked, her heart hammering.
"Who do you think, knucklehead-there's no one here but you and me!"
"Ethan? But you can't--"
"I'll tell you something, hotshot-I talk, and it's not my fault you couldn't understand me till today!"
"But you're saying--" Our hero sought for words to sum up her confusion.
"You're speaking my language-not the other way around." The little bird looked down at his owner from the top shelf of the linen closet. "Now how about
helping me find my cage again?"
"If I put my finger near you, will you fly away?"
"Who do you think I am? You're not a stranger to me, like some others. Since I know you, and am comfortable with you, I'll let you hold me. Just please,
whatever you do, do _not try to grab me!"
"I would never-i don't want to scare you."
"I appreciate your being so slow with your movements, too-very good!" And Ethan stepped onto Jazmee's proffered finger.
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Inspired by the day, before he had his new cage, I accidentaly left the cage door open (in order to do that with this one, it would have to be tied open [that was a terrifying experience-I didn't know where he was, so I had to call someone to come up and look for the little guy])
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Reply #124. Sep 07 11, 9:54 AM
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Jazmee27
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And this one was inspired by a dream (or nightmare-it's called "The Fight):
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As she fought to wrench control of the weapon from the gunman's grasp, Jazmee knew she was fighting a losing battle. "No!" she cried, thrashing around in
her bed.
He waited two hours in the cold till he was sure they'd gone to bed. During his wait, he scooped out the area for the best point of entry and finalized
his plan.
At first, The Assassin was going to use the window. However, the wind was frigid-and strong.
The family of eight was very cautious, coming from a high-crime area. The husband, Lorseti Kuvanov, wanted to move again because "The Dark have selected
our village as its next target."
His wife, Sofia, felt he worried too much. "Just because the news services say Midochotria's on the list doesn't mean we are," she pointed out reasonably.
"I mean, Mynator's a big village, with over 380 huts! What are They going to do-kill us all?"
Lorseti, being a native from Sentoria and having seen first hand what They could do, didn't find his wife's words one bit comforting or funny. "You're underestimating
Their potential," he warned.
"You forget, Husband, that I've seen them in action myself-after all, I was born and raised in the Kingdom of Darkness itself!"
And that was when Lorseti Novaseta began to wonder if (a) his wife had been corrupted, or (b) if she'd been one of Them from the very beginning.
When he was assured that all eight were sound asleep, The Assassin crept to the front of the building. The hut was securely locked, but that didn't phase
The Assassin. It didn't even trouble him, seeing as how his new plan didn't even necessitate going inside.
“Put it down!" Jazmee commanded in her most authoritative voice.
"Where in Protector's name did _you come from?" The Assassin sneered, studying the lit torch in his right hand.
"Wouldn't _you like to know?"
And thus began the struggle to get the weapon from The Assassin without harming herself or setting either one of the huts or the landscape ablaze. But our
hero was unused to combat and untrained in the use of her Powers, and soon felt her energy draining away. "No!" she cried helplessly as she sank to her
knees.
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Interesting...
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Reply #125. Sep 07 11, 9:56 AM
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Jazmee27
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Three more from spring, and then we move to autumn or summer
This is "Another Day," inspired by one of the more stressful days that semester
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Jazmee rolled out of bed one dreary morning in April and thought, "Not again!" As she reluctantly showered and got ready for the school day, she fervently
wished her headache away.
An hour later, Jazmee was outside waiting for her bus to arrive. "Well, that figures-it's late again!" The minutes passed, and Jazmee began to get nervous.
"I'm going to be late for my first class!"
Finally, a bus arrived, but it was there for someone else. "This can't be happening!" Jazmee said to herself, checking her watch once more.
"Fly, little one, fly," came a loud voice from inside Jazmee's head.
"What?" Jazmee shrieked, jumping to her feet.
"I said, "fly," the voice repeated.
"I'm hearing things," Jazmee thought. "The stress of being late is getting to me."
Just then, another van pulled up. "Ready?" Jen asked. Jazmee's face lit up with the first real smile that day and forgot about the telepathic voice for the
rest of the day.
"Here are the files you asked for," Cathie Umstead told Jazmee later in Intro to Computer for Business.
"I'm not sure if I can use the one program," Jazmee explained, "as it makes my screenreader freeze up."
"We'll find a way to work around it," the professor promised.
After computers, it was time to go to Human Development with Herb Siegel. Jazmee gathered up her things and all but ran to class, for she was looking forward
to it. "The fun class!" she thought to herself.
When it was her turn to be interviewed, instead of making Jazmee go up to the front of the room like the others, Dr. Siegel came to her.
Before she knew it, the mock interviews were over and it was time to leave.
After computers, it was time to go to Human Development with Herb Siegel. Jazmee gathered up her things and all but ran to class, for she was looking forward
to it. "The fun class!" she thought to herself.
When it was her turn to be interviewed, instead of making Jazmee go up to the front of the room like the others, Dr. Siegel came to her.
Before she knew it, the mock interviews were over and it was time to leave.
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I liked Human Development more so than the computer course (Cathie Umstead was a nice instructor, which made the class bearable-and she granted me an incomplete rather than failing me, and was very understanding and accomodating)
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Reply #126. Sep 07 11, 10:02 AM
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Jazmee27
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I'm not sure exactly what sparked "Too Much Work," but if it hadn't been for Jazmee, this one would have made its way to "Warrior Legends"
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"You've got to be kidding me!" Maranda shrieked as she read the letter.
"What's wrong, Mar?" asked Jazmee, who was trying unsuccessfully to read book.
"Just look what I'm expected to do for that stupid Government essay! I'll be up all night, and probably all day tomorrow, an still won't have it done!"
"When's it due?" our hero asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Monday!" Maranda wailed. "I know what you're going to say, but I couldn't have: Mr. Davies just assigned it today!"
"So you had no idea..."
"Well, yeah, from some of our friends who've taken the class before, but..."
"No buts, Maranda-this assignment is designed so that, if you hear about it from someone else, you can be thinking about what you want your topic to be,
and then start writing it. It's nobody's fault but your own that you didn't."
"Well, trouble is, I couldn't think--"
"No, trouble is you didn't prioritize yourtime well. As your friend, I wan you to do better than that. Partying all night is fine, but not at the expense
of foregoing your schoolwork!"
"But can't you--"
Jazmee stared at her friend incredulously. "Even if schools didn't have anti-cheating rules, you know my thoughts on the matter. I will help you by reading
your finished work and givng feedback, but I refuse to do your work for you."
"But Jaz--" Our hero didn't even here the end of her friend's sentence, so engrossed was she in finding some work to do about the house.
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Sounds like a lecture Mom would make
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Reply #127. Sep 07 11, 10:05 AM
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Jazmee27
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I remember being so grateful the year was over I wrote this one, "A Celebration:"
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"Surprise!"
Jazmee stopped dead in her tracks and took in the faces of all her friends. A surprise party! For her? But what--
"Congratulations on another year in." Michael clasped both of her cold hands in his warm ones. "Don't look so put out, dearest-you deserve some recognition!"
"Thank you," our hero mumbled. It wasn't that she was ungrateful-far from it-but that se was overcome with emotion. "With friends like these..." and she
burst into tears.
"What's all this?" Victoria demanded, sounding shocked and offended all at once.
"Relax, Vic-she's just surprised-and touched. Jazmee nodded.
Michael put a loving arm around her shoulders. "If all one has to do to make you cry for joy is to throw a party, maybe I should suggest the next one!"
“Don't you dare!" our hero cried, her face heating.
Michael's eyes danced mischievously. "You know, that color _really becomes you. Jazmee's blush deepened. He chuckled, then sobered. "I don't get you sometimes-you’re
so quick to play the hero, but you're real hard on yourself, and want no recognition for your accomplishments.
Look who's talking! she wanted to retort-but our hero remained silent, lost in her conflicting emotions.
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Reply #128. Sep 07 11, 10:08 AM
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Jazmee27
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The summer folder contains four short stories:
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1 . Another Hot One
Jazmee made a mad dash for the control panel and cranked the air conditioning to high. Just another muggy day-and another cse where the weathermen were
wrong.
"I feel ba for those without air conditioning," she thought as she waited for her apartment to cool down.
"Same here," a vo ice agrd. Just a few months ago, she would have jumped and assumed herself to be going mad-but by this point she had come oexpect, and
even welcome, the telepathic powers she'd been given (it certainly beat having peoplecommunicate to you and being unable to talk back!)
"How's it going, Anastasia?"
There was an awkward silence, during which the 27-year-old thought she'd offended the other girl.
The 11-year-old took a moment to gather her thoughts. "One moment, Jazmee."
Very carefully, she disengaged the mental connection betwee them. She'd felt something... orheard some sound... a disruption of some kind? Where was it
coming from?
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Not sure how to finish that.
The beginning is indicative of how well (or not) my air conditioning works
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Reply #129. Sep 07 11, 10:13 AM
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Jazmee27
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2. Can't Live...
Jazmee leaned against the counter for support, breathing hard.
"I know I shouldn't let things like this get to me, but..."
Part of her knew she was upset over nothing. Afterall, the Universe was erupting in chaos-and here she was, enraged by a broken machine!
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My Braille Notetaker, which prompted a later story, "Piece of Junk"
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Reply #130. Sep 07 11, 10:15 AM
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Jazmee27
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3. Irritation
Jazmee made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat, but kept on scrubbing.
"Hair-always more hair!" She made a dismissive gesture with one hand. The hairball was still there; wellk, of course it was! "It's like, the attack of the
malevolent hairball!"
The 27-year-old squatted down and scrubbed vigorously at the spot. "I wouldn't be doing this if not for that stupid spill..."
Jazmee stopped. If she were totally honest with herself, that wasn't a bit true: the apartment needed routine cleaning-at least once a week in the kitchen,
two weeks for the rest of it. Unless, of course, she wanted to live in a pigsty-which she didn't!
The massive hairballs... Well, two options: either take better care of her hair-or get a cat. (That way, at least, she could pretend the hair wasn't hers!)
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I think the phrase that really crossed my mind was "attack of the killer hairball"
I think the problem was only using water-no soap or cleaner
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Reply #131. Sep 07 11, 10:18 AM
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Jazmee27
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4. Wake-up Call
Jazmee swore vehemently as she was roused from sleep by the fire alarm.
Breathing hard, she ran over to the door and flung it open. "Wish I knew what was going on!"
As if in direct response, she heard a tired-sounding Mind Voice. "It's just a drill."
Jazmee let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Why, then, is the alarm still going and nobody coming to my door?" There was no reply-but,
then again, the 27-year-old didn't expect one.
"It's OK, baby," Jazmee told the cowering little bird. "You're safe."
"Loud noise!” Ethan squawked agitatedly. "Me no like loud noise!"
"I know," his owner said soothingly, reaching to switch on the CD.
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In point of fact, I tripped on the way to the door and went headlong (or buttlong) and my cell phone fell out of my walker bag
This was the initial fal that led to me going to hospital
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Reply #132. Sep 07 11, 10:22 AM
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Jazmee27
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Only one in autumn, so...
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The Bombshell
Jazmee sucked in her breath like a drowning person. Had she heard right? The 27-year-old gripped the telephone receiver, her eyes wide with shock and terror at hearing the name again. ‘After all this time,’ she thought, focusing on keeping her breathing steady, ‘and just the mention of a name sends me into near hysterics!’
“Hello?” her mother asked, alarmed.
“I’m still here,” Jazmee hastened to reassure her, all the while her mind was spinning like a top. ‘What do I do?’ Jazmee felt like the terrified youngster she’d been so long ago, attempting to drown out the sounds filtering to her from the other side of the wall. ‘I can’t go on living in fear like this!’
After she hung up the phone, Jazmee sat there, staring at the stark white wall in front of her desk, her heart numb with shock. ‘Why now?’ As if she really wanted an answer.
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Inspired by the events of Nov. 9 (later,prompted another story whose name I can't recall off the top of my head)
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Reply #133. Sep 07 11, 10:26 AM
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Jazmee27
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| Mom called to say she's on her way homefrom the doctor's, but it's slow going as certain areas are flooded. She'll be here in about an hour to do paperwork. |
Reply #134. Sep 07 11, 11:09 AM
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Jazmee27
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| I have a puddle of water in the bedroom, and I swear I hear thunder :( |
Reply #135. Sep 07 11, 11:46 AM
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daymare
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Jazmee, I'm here. Where is the water in your bedroom coming from?
Stay strong. You can do it.
Reply #136. Sep 07 11, 1:23 PM
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Jazmee27
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Oh, silly me for not clarifying: the water came in from the open window, so I shut it
For the moment, it's not raining (Stephanie had a hard time getting home as everything near there's flooded)
And Mom helped me get organized (I'm ready for the recertification, plus I paidthe $2 doctor bill from May-or whenever it was)
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Reply #137. Sep 07 11, 2:38 PM
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Jazmee27
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| The creek across the street from Grandma's overflowed, so she has water in the basement-and she's going to a funeral tonight :( |
Reply #140. Sep 07 11, 3:47 PM
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