Friday, April 3, 2009

In Under The Wire!

Well I didn't think I was going to make it but here we are. Part Ten of Price Breaks and Heartaches.

I'm exhausted.

Let me know what you think.

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Price Breaks and Heartaches: part ten

The story you are looking for has been relocated and retooled.

If you can't find one of your favorite chapters don't worry, it'll be back!


WOW! Just take a look at this baby. The more we learn about the sea the more I know HP Lovecraft was right.

Hey all you old school CALL OF CTHULHU players- make your SAN rolls!

Huge Sea Worm Captured in Britain

Initially, aquarium workers weren't sure what was harming the coral, which in some cases was cut in half. After weeks with no clues, they decided to take the display apart to see if they could find the culprit, the Mail reported.

Workers laid bait traps, which were mysteriously destroyed in the night, as the glutton apparently devoured the fish hooks right along with the bait. Finally, staffers spotted the tropical worm, which bit through a 20-pound fishing line before staffers were able to successfully remove it from the tank.

Skip over this content The creature is covered with nasty bristles that sting and can cause permanent numbness in humans, the newspaper said.

"It really does look like something out of a horror movie," Matt Slater, the aquarium's curator, told the Mail. "It's over 4 feet long with these bizarre-looking jaws."

Slater said he suspects Barry arrived as a baby in a shipment from another aquarium. The worm now lives in his own tank.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Stuff I read on other people's blogs that you might enjoy

I thought I might use Thursdays to mention things I am enjoying on other folks' blogs.

Honest recomendations or just plain filler? You decide!

J. Dane Tyler's Fiction Blog
I recently enjoyed the story Do Not Enter maybe you will as well.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five


Tuesday, March 31, 2009

And here comes chapter six!

As always I hope you are enjoying the serial novel, and if you aren't enjoying it let me know that too. We aim to please here.

I am hard at work on chapter 39 of the serial novel back here. We'll get there someday I promise.

Part 10 of Price Breaks and Heart Aches is hopefully going to be ready by this Friday.

On a personal note; I have a carton of chocolate soy milk sitting in the back of the fridge that I use as a treat once in a while. This morning I decided to have some but apparently I had put it too far in the back of the fridge and it froze solid. It's gonna be a long day today I think...

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In The Shadow Of His Nemesis chapter six


Thursday November 7th 1996

“I said do you have any duct tape?” Isobel stood in the doorway of the Beautiful You hair salon watching her best friend Cheryl McGlade sweep up wisps of hair.

Cheryl was dour looking with freckles and a severe hairdo; a look of suspicion came easily to her face, “What do you need it for? What’s wrong?”

“For my car window.”

“Car window?” Cheryl approached her, “Jesus girl, you look like Hell."

“You don’t know the half of it.” Isobel said, “In fact I may never tell you the half of it, but I really need that tape.”

“Oh sure sure.”

Once the duct tape was in her hand Isobel headed outside and Cheryl followed her. Isobel grimly went about the task of taping a clear plastic garbage bag in place over the broken window. “Can you keep the other end down?” she asked.

“What happened?” Cheryl held down one end of the fluttering plastic, “And aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“It’s just been…” Isobel trailed off, unsure what to say. A tractor trailer thundered past filling the silence with noise and acrid exhaust.

The trash bag was taped and re-taped until it was stretched and taut; when it was done Isobel handed the remaining roll back to her friend. Cheryl caught her wrist, her tone pleading, “What’s the matter? What could have happened?”

Friendship with Cheryl was the only thing of value Isobel had gained from a disastrous semester of beautician school. That was over two years ago, during what Isobel now thought of as her To-Hell-With-Art-I'm-Gonna-Be-A-Hairdresser phase.

From day one Isobel had been the worst student, and Cheryl the shyest; their friendship began with a pair of borrowed clippers and expanded from between-class bull sessions to bar hopping. They compensated for each other perfectly, Cheryl tried to tutor Isobel on hairdressing and Isobel tried to teach the other woman how to loosen up and have some fun.

By the beginning of the second semester Isobel came to her senses. She forsook hair design and cosmetology returning to her paints and pens. Cheryl had been a bit miffed at first; even going so far as to accuse her newfound friend of abandoning her, but in a month's time she appeared on Isobel's doorstep with an apology.

“Come inside and we can talk about it.” Cheryl said, “I don’t have any customers for an hour and Debbie called out sick.”

“I don’t think…” Isobel sat down on the bumper of her car, her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hands. She glanced at the hair salon, Cheryl's hair salon. Somehow she had gotten an entire business together all on her own. It made Isobel wonder what the Hell she was doing with her life. "I don't know where to begin."

“Is it Nick?” Cheryl asked.

A bitter laugh ringed her reply, "No, it's another guy."

“Another guy?” Cheryl shook her head, “Come inside. I’ll make us some coffee.”

“All right.” Isobel allowed herself to be led back inside the empty beauty parlor.

Sitting on the cigarette-stained old couch in the waiting room and nursing a weak coffee Isobel told the whole bizarre story from beginning to end. Cheryl's jaw dropped a little further with each twist in the tale until finally she said, "You're either crazy or stupid, I don't know which."

Isobel’s head found its way into her hands again, "I know how it sounds."

"Oh, you know how it sounds but I don't think you know how it is!" Cheryl was livid, "Women like you are getting raped and killed every minute by men they know! And you're letting strangers into your bed?"

"It wasn’t like that.”

“Then what was it like?"

Isobel’s voice softened, "He was very... different…"

"You're on the rebound. Nick's got you emotionally screwed up- you'd throw yourself at anybody if it would take the hurt away!"

She knotted and unknotted her fingers in her hair, “Couldn’t it be something else? Just this once?”

Cheryl snorted, “Listen to yourself Isobel.”

“People find love all the time.” Her voice broke, “Why not me?”

Cheryl administered one of her patented comforting hugs. "It's all right." she soothed, her chin resting on Isobel's shoulder, "There's nothing wrong with us. It's them. They come out of the womb ungrateful monsters."

"You don't really think…” Isobel’s had her eyes closed tight, “You don’t think I let a lunatic into my apartment do you?"

"No, I sure he was just your garden variety asshole.” Cheryl said, "But for my own piece of mind I want you to borrow my gun for a few days."

“I don’t know how to-”

“I’ll show you.”

Monday, March 30, 2009 Blog surfing at it’s best

Darcknyt was kind enough to direct my attention to a neat little blog browsing too. You stop on my and it cycles through all the blogs on its database at a speed of out one ever 10 seconds or so and you pause it at the things that interest you.

Try it out!

And yes my blog is in there. I'm a needy person, I've come to accept that.