Optimist

Once Upon a Time...

Good by Calla. Good luck.

Adventure and Fight scenes

The evil league of evil..... Yup.

Fiddler's Green

Yes, I am enjoying it also. I have written a lot of stories with a lot of people, but never in the first person past tense before. It is a lot of fun. Thank you.

Hemlock Grove (LyricsKIss and I)

Sharon had finished filling out the application, by the time their food came. After all, she was an old pro. The waitress offered to take it, but she declined, stating that she wanted to give it to the manager herself. There was a good chance she have the job, before Shadrack was on to his third cup of coffee. Sharon was an expert at getting jobs in dinners. It was as if she were born for the role.

She watched her son watching a blonde girl, as he ate his pancakes, one giant bite after another. She had seen that look on his face before, and knew that it usually meant trouble. She told him getting involved with locals was always a bad idea; especially local girls. When it was time to marry, he needed to go to a gathering and find a nice gypsy girl, who was born to the lifestyle. Still, he rarely listened to her any more.

"So, can you taste those pancakes, or are you just inhaling them?" He did not answer her right away, but eventually glanced at her. It was one small victory, which was short lived.

"Uh, what?" He had a dazed expression on his face. Over in the corner, someone had just put If I Dye Young, but The Band Perry, on the jukebox.

"I said, are you enjoying your pancakes?" She poured artificial sweetener over her grapefruit and then started taking bites out of it.

"Uh, ya..." He was looking at the girl again. She turned slightly to get a better look at whoever this girl was. She looked rich, and she looked liked trouble they did not need.

Just then, a fat man waddled over to the table. He had a bad comb over, and thick black framed spectacles. "I'm Ralph, the manager. Flo said you were looking for work?" He was staring at her discretely revealing neckline. She could tell, and did not like it much. Still, it would hurt her chances to call him on it. "Yes Ralph, i'm Sharon. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand, and he took it in his clammy one. Ralph shook it, holding on to it just a little too long. "Well scoot over, and we can have a look at your application. Just had a waitress quite on me last week and Flo's been bitching about the extra hours."

Soon she was trapped in a booth with the man, answering questions about her past jobs, and dodging his clumsy attempts at flirting. It was obvious she would get the job, if she did not shoot him down to hard. It went with the territory. Men were pigs, and little men in their little kingdoms were the biggest pigs of all.

She almost did not notice when her son left the booth and went up to talk with the girl. She would have stopped him, but tubby was in the way. He was probably delivering his usually pickup line. She almost nodded, when she saw him sit down next to the girl and order another cup of coffee. He was a clumsy with women as his old man, not that she had minded much. His old man had been just as handsome as Shadrack.

Fiddler's Green

I edited my post, because I realized I used the word beautiful about three times within three sentences.... This is why I write for fun, instead of for a living. Got to buy a thesaurus.....

Fiddler's Green

I retrieved my hat and shoved it back on my head, making a show of getting it on firmly enough. "I came here during the summer, because I plan to be back for all four seasons. When I do a book, I generally cover all four seasons of a place. In some places, the seasonal changes are not as obvious, but in others they really stand out. In Hawaii, in the Winter, we get a lot of rain and it can get rather chilly, though not much by your standards I am sure." We turned out of the town, onto a highway, and I wondered just where she was taking me. I trusted her, for some reason, but I was not sure why. It was just something about her face.

"As to where I've been, well I've been all over. My latest book was on Thailand. I spent a week in a Buddhist monastery during that trip, living as the monks did. It was quite an interesting experience, and I wrote some about it on my blog. By the way, I have some of your pictures along, and wanted your permission to put one of them up with my latest blog entry." Blogs were a really new thing back then, when everyone had dial-up internet access. I found my self explaining what a blog was to her, because I assumed that she would not know.

"It's like an online journal with pictures. When I travel, America Online users can read about my travels and see pictures that I have taken recently. It helps build excitement for my upcoming books, or so my publisher tells me. One of my favorite places to visit was the redwood forests of California. It is awe inspiring standing in front of a tree with the diameter of a hut, which has been alive for centuries. Those redwoods made some of the most amazing pictures I have ever taken, and that forest was one of the most peaceful, and beautiful places I have ever been. All kinds of people visited them at the same time I did, and we all coexisted in quiet harmony. It is hard to put into words." I realized I was rambling. "So, have you ever been to the mainland?"

Murders In Braidwell (Sparrow and I)

Martin crashed through the door, to find the miller fighting off a black cat of the size of a large dog. He had never seen such a beast. The miller's blonde daughter lay dead on the floor, and her blood was spilling out in a large puddle, staining the mill's wooden floor. Martin dove forward and smashed his staff into the creature's head until it turned on him an attacked him instead. He dove aside, as it passed, and then the creature dove out a window, breaking the glass in the process.

He was comforting the miller, when Abelina came crashing through the door, her mouth covered in blood. The miller turned his eyes on her accusingly and started to scream! "Murderer! You murdered my poor Dana!"

Crimson Tide (MegaraFoxfire and I)

Roger winched with her. He realized that they had never been formally introduced and he felt ashamed. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Wolfbane. Mr. Roger Hawthorne at your service." He offered his hand to her automatically, if she was a man, without thinking. It was the outfit which made him do so. In her current attire, she could almost pass for a man, despite her beauty. He almost pulled his hand back, but left it out.

As the carriage moved onto the estate, the roads improved. They weren't paved properly, but even a dirt road was better, on a good day, than cobblestones. From his vantage point, Roger could see much out the window. In the distance was a gray, stone manor house, with dark gray shutters. There were storm clouds forming in the sky, and with they as a backdrop, Roger though that the house had a rather gloomy appearance. He supposed that the interior might be lightly painted, and well lit, to make up the difference, but only time would tell.

The baroness was looking a little pale herself, after seeing the fresh blood of the captain's wound. Roger had found her to be a strong woman though, and did not think she would faint, like most women in her position. As it was, she had taken good care of Captain Hawthorne, taking breaks between herself and Roger, since the care had taken several days and nights.

Northern Exposure (Ophelia and I)

Jonathan had traveled light, leaving most of his possessions in storage, besides what he could carry in his van. He did not have much to carry. As it was, he followed the mayor out of the sheriff's office and started across the street. It was not a busy street, but he did see a few recreational vehicles. He could not imagine how they had gotten here, seeing as a lot of the roads had potholes. "It was O.K." The fact was that it had been a bit of a nightmare drive, but he did not feel like saying so. He did ask though, "Are there always so many potholes?"

As they neared the clinic, he could see that it was a two story structure, about the size of a house. It looked to have been build in Victorian times, and had a broad porch around it, with benches. He could already see how it would be hard to modernize such an old structure. He wondered why they did not simply start over with a new clinic, but hesitated to ask. There was an electrician's truck on the corner, and a man was on the slopped roof, replacing tiles. Along side two outside walls were scaffolding built up, and a fresh coat of paint was half-way applied in white with red accents. The whole thing looked very much like a work in progress to him, which was not welcomed news. He supposed he had this twenty something mayor to thank, and wished he had asked more questions before signing the contract, or even making the trip. Still, what was done was done, at least for this year.

There were three burly men, dressed in blue jeans and flannel shirts, eating sandwiches and drinking from thermoses, on the steps up to the porch. One hand an enormous beard of brown. He supposed that these were the contractors. Well, it was near enough to lunch by now that he did not blame them for taking their break, but he hoped that the interior looked more promising than the exterior, or he would be in trouble. He had to work around construction before, and it was never pleasant.

Pages of Books - Life In A LIbrary [Reboot]

Not mine, I wouldn't think.