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The river roared in the background as Qydra’s steps finally slowed. Stooping, he allowed the nine-year-old’s body to tumble from his arms. “Such a shame to do this,” he muttered. “A pretty ice sculpture you make.” But he couldn’t risk the other boy being freed, “so no way around it.” A six-inch blade shimmered in his hand for a second before he thrust it, with all his weight, into the body in front of him. He smiled, hearing the piteous cries of his victim, and wrenched the blade free. Again and again, he chipped through the ice, doing his utmost to sustain the maximum injury each time. He listened excitedly to his cousin’s struggle for breath, smirked as the nine-year-old gave one final gurgle. “Goodbye, Qodi,” he murmured, “it was nice knowing you.”
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Reply #1621. Jul 15 12, 8:39 AM
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Qydra picked up the pieces of his victim’s broken form and, one by one, hurled them into the fast-flowing current of the Velahquesahni River. Even if, against all odds, his cousin had managed to stay alive in spite of all his injuries, the river would dispense of him rapidly enough. The Fairy Lord smiled and turned away, having other important things to concern himself with.
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Reply #1622. Jul 15 12, 8:40 AM
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Mom had to go to work at 3, but will be over to help with the laundry later. It’s been a while sinc3e it was done, and she took my towels home yesterday as they were producing a musty smell. (One way or another, the laundry will get do ne, as next weekend is when she’s out of town.)
Grandma remembered yesterday about the Compeer picnic, and is obsessing because she can’t take me. She told me she feels bad about it, and I told her she needn’t because Georgette and I will get there regardless (it’s bad enough that Georgette called last night, asking—yet again—how we’re getting there. Once I know, so will you I told her).
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Reply #1623. Jul 15 12, 1:57 PM
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Jazmee27
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Another draft of "The Ice Sculpture"
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The nine-year-old staggered as his shields fell around him. Since when, a small voice in the back of his mind wondered, is he this good? The boy didn’t care, so intent was he on remaining upright. Mustn’t lose focus. His head ached, and he clung to consciousness with all his strength. He had to find some way to rebuild his mental barriers, or it was all over.
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Reply #1624. Jul 15 12, 5:35 PM
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The seven-year-old pounded his advantage, blasting at his older cousin’s unshielded mind with all the magic at his disposal. He smirked as the older boy fell to his knees. “So much for Prophecy,” Qydra murmured, deciding he’d wasted enough magic Power and should use his newly acquired combat skills. “Bet you weren’t expecting this!”
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Reply #1625. Jul 15 12, 5:37 PM
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Ontario lay in a crumpled heap, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Where his evil cousin was, he no longer knew. He had no magic, no manner of defending himself whatever. He groaned inwardly, stifling a scream as his head pounded horribly. When had Qydra learned to fight this way? Not that it matters, he thought weakly.
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Reply #1626. Jul 15 12, 5:37 PM
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The Fairy Lord stood over his older cousin, pressing a six-inch dagger to the nine-year-old’s throat. “You’re finished,” he hissed.
Qodi’s eyelids fluttered weakly. “What must be will be.”
Qydra paused, then looked thoughtful. “You know,” he said slowly, “I think I have a better idea.” Quick as a flash of lightning, the deadly blade disappeared, to be replaced by the seven-year-old’s frigid hand, his fingertips spread out across the older boy’s back. Qodi shivered violently, and Qydra smiled smugly. “Much better,” he commented as if to himself. Then, placing his right hand over the older boy’s nose and mouth, and gazing directly into his cousin’s terrified blue eyes, he intoned, “mahquevahra!” Immediately, a sheet of ice began to form over the older boy’s flesh, just as what remained of his garments was vaporized. “So much for Prophecy,” Qydra repeated again as his cousin’s body went limp and the ice closed securely around him.
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Reply #1627. Jul 15 12, 5:39 PM
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He left the body lie where it was while he enjoyed a hearty meal which he hardly tasted. It always excited him to dispense with one of his enemies, and his cousin Qodi had been on the very top of that list. While he chewed, or at least what passed for chewing, Qydra contemplated his next move. The sculpture of ice was good, but he needed something better in order to prevent those friends of Qodi’s from somehow reviving him
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Reply #1628. Jul 15 12, 5:40 PM
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The plan was so simple he couldn’t help laughing. “The Mighty Velahquesahni,” he murmured, his voice lingering reverently on the name of the fast-flowing river.
Once more he stood over his cousin, once more plying pressure to his beloved blade. He smiled at the ease with which it cut through the ice and the flesh beneath. In no time at all, he had a substantial pile of body parts ready to fling at different intervals into the gushing waters.
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Reply #1629. Jul 15 12, 5:41 PM
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Mom brought that fan over, along with a Greek salad she made (and three Dutch omelets). She didn't wash the laundry here, but took it home again as she's pressed for time.
I need a new bath mat, so Mom's going to pick that up. She asked if I needed anything else, and I said slippers because the last pair I had I lost one.
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Reply #1630. Jul 15 12, 5:45 PM
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It’s been a while, but… am starting to have strange dreams again. Can interpret some of this stuff.
In the dream, both the one I had today and the one I had yesterday, I am one of my main characters (I can’t tell which one) and I’m being beat up. I can’t tell who’s beating me. The pain I feel is intense, and the screaming… wel,l, it’s a wonder no one can hear me (but I know no one can because my mouth is closed).
This is the dream I have in the mornings, a few hours before I wake up. Before that, I just can’t remember (which indicates this is the lucid type of dream). I wake up with a headache, which is most likely a combination of heat and allergy. (It was worse yesterday, and I doubt that’s because it’s less humid or not as hot: more likely, it’s because I’ve got the fan. I have it off and unplugged at the moment, but as soon as I get moving I’ll plug it in.
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Reply #1631. Jul 16 12, 7:11 AM
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Just wrote a funny part in my audio drama.
Scene: Ontario's in the Hospital Ward after talking to Maria. Tells her he feels like his head's being used for target practice. Lies down abruptly and covers eyes. Girlfriend walks into room and says, "You shouldnt be trying to move."
Ontario - I'm sick and tired of lying around and doing nothing.
Anja - You're not doing nothing. You're recovering.
Ontario - Oh. Is that all.
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Reply #1632. Jul 16 12, 9:45 AM
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Ironic thing about above dialogue: Grandma and I had similar discussion (after I recorded scene)
Narator - Grandma was telling me how tired she is, and that all she did was the exercises she was given in hospital. She was about to take a nap when I called.
Me - I better let you go then so you can go back to whatever it is you were doing.
Grandma - Which was nothing.
Me - It's called recovering (small pause to collect thoughts)... You're not doing "nothing," you're recovering!
Grandma - I suppose.
I hang up and think, "Oh, she's not going to be difficult with me!"
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Reply #1633. Jul 16 12, 2:56 PM
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Got a chicken tenderloin sub and breaded cauliflower for $#10.87; still have half of sub for tomorrow.
Decided not to order groceries, as I only need drinks and lunchmeat, and I didn’t feel it was worth the $5 delivery fee. I asked Mom if she’d pick the stuff up tomorrow, and she told me to write up my list.
Asked Pam to help me open can of chickpeas, as flip top popped off (I’ve learned my lesson about using the can opener after the “stupid tin can” incident which sent me to the doctor’s to get a tetanus shot. I hadn’t realized it, but they gave me this tiny bag of lettuce that looks like it’s more than half full of air. (The one Mom brought over the other week was much bigger.) Still, I used what I had, dividing it among several dishes and putting chickpeas in each (though the salads don’t have quite enough lettuce).
Mom has dinner plans with “some of the gals.”
Busy day for Grandma: Cardiologist appointment. Put on Coumidan. Goes for appointment to monitor that on Monday; sees GP Monday as well. Another cardiologist appointment in about a month.
Michael leaves for Michigan tomorrow after work. He’ll be gone a week, and Mom (as I’ve noted before) leaves for the shore the weekend. So Virgil said he’d make it a point to be available in case Grandma needs anything.
A note about Grandma’s appointments: She told me that Virgil has a truck and a car, but neither have AC. “Besides, he doesn’t take anything for taking me places,” and so she figured they should use her vehicle (otherwise it would sit unused for who knows how long)
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Reply #1634. Jul 17 12, 5:01 PM
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Jazmee27
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Time for some poetry from... where was I?
Oh, yeah, 2011.
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Reply #1635. Jul 17 12, 7:19 PM
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Jazmee27
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FEBRUARY 27 - IN LOVING MEMORY
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He was so young,
So very young;
The years so bright with promise:
And then, one day, he had none left:
Merely questions, bouncing around like half-formed thoughts.
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Reply #1636. Jul 17 12, 7:23 PM
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Jazmee27
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What happened to cut
His chances in half,
Was it, as some
Would speculate,
A fatal mistake?
What is it
That some saw
That made him
Seem such a threat?
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Reply #1637. Jul 17 12, 7:24 PM
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Maybe it’s best
Not to think
Of all the possible answers,
But rather to remember
All the good qualities,
To focus on
The highlights of his life
For anything else
May only detract
From his loving memory.
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Reply #1638. Jul 17 12, 7:24 PM
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Jazmee27
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IF I COULD
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If I could,
I’d try to explain
Just how much
Her smoking affects us;
Those of us who
Just breathe it in
Are at the same risks:
It matters not
That we never do the thing-
It’s being around it
That’s the danger.
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Reply #1639. Jul 17 12, 7:25 PM
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If I could tell her,
Then I would say
That she’s too great a person
To be hurting herself;
And if that didn’t
Work, as is probably
The case, then
I would point out
That there’d be
No issue as long
As she used the spots
Designated for smokers:
One in the front, and
One on the balcony-
Inclement weather only.
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Reply #1640. Jul 17 12, 7:26 PM
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