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January 9, 2007

Stacy: Kobe or Not Kobe...That is the Question

“Hey, you there… more beer.”

The serving boy scurried over with a full bucket. He doled out the honey colored brew, then bowed deeply and backed out of the room.

“This is the life, isn’t it, Ed? I don’t know what we did to deserve a vacation in Japan but it sure beats hanging out in a field in California.”

“Sure is, Phil. But what’s with all the beer? Don’t they know this stuff is fattening?”

A lovely kimono-clad girl stepped into the room.

“Time fow you massages,” she chirped in broken English.

“Yep,” sighed Ed, “this is the life.”

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January 10, 2007

Stacy: Fledgeling

The noise was too low to hear at first. It was more something that could be felt, a discomfort. The rumble built in volume and intensity. Sand, dirt and small pebbles began vibrating, dislodging each other into a miniature landslide pouring down the hillside.

Larger boulders began to move as the earth beneath them shifted, tumbling down the hill, knocking more and more rocks loose.

At the bottom of the hill, the pile of rocks began to rearrange itself, climbing on top of each other to form a rudimentary bipedal form.

The baby garignak was ready to leave the nest.

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January 15, 2007

Stacy: Illuminated

They came to us in the Tyme of Twylyght. Fyrst they drewe Picktures, cunning images on parchemente. Twould suspende from Wyres, they sayed, each anchored to the summite of a hygh Mountain.

The King was enraptured as a chylde, and gifted them with Gold and Sylver. They Travelled to the West with many men and Horses. The Womeyn wept with fear.

The men clymbed the Mountains, tho some did dye. The Wyres were at last in place, and the Orbe lifted up on the backs of Giantes. A great Magick was formed and worked. And Lo! There Was The Sun.

January 23, 2007

Stacy: It's All in the Fine Print

I gave the genie my best eat-shit glare. He smiled back blandly.

Two wishes wasted thanks to this smug bastard. Think, dammit. You’re smarter than this jumped-up lamp boy.

The genie whistled tunelessly and inspected his fingernails. I ignored him, thinking hard.

A perfectly fool-proof wish… something that’ll make you happy and fuck over this double-talking used flying rug salesman at the same time…

The genie conjured an armchair and sat down, sighing dramatically.

Ah, got it.

“I wish your ass would dispense sterile gold coins, one every twelve seconds, into this bowl, for the next 25 years.”

clink “OW!”

February 5, 2007

Stacy: Zen is a Relative Thing

Ichi.

God, I wish the screaming in my head would stop. They’re only quiet when there’s blood.

Ni.

Sixty-eight and counting. Tonight it will be sixty-nine.

San.

Someone special this time. Someone young.

Shi.

The newly moved-in neighbors have a boy, don’t they? About twelve or so.

Go.

Yes, he’d be well worth the risk. So much power at that age.

Roku.

Oopsie, a dark pebble. Can’t have that in here.

Shichi.

Need grab some new scalpel blades from the infirmary.

Hachi.

And some candy…Skittles, maybe. Or Nerds.

Kyu.

Shut up, SHUTUP!! I’m doing it, ok, just shut up!

Ju.

February 6, 2007

Stacy: Closing Time

“I’m serious, I just heard it on the news. There’s a comet heading this way and it’s going to wipe out all life.”

Her big blue eyes got even bigger, as the tears started.

“No, baby, it’s ok, I’m here. Why don’t we go back to my place and just crawl under the covers. At least we’ll have each other until the… sniff …end.”

She took put down her drink and slid off the barstool, taking his outstretched hand.

A sultry brunette slinked by, eyeing the blonde pityingly.

“Jesus, Director Griffin, don’t you ever get busted on that comet line?”

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February 8, 2007

Stacy: Inevitability

“Well,” said the first snowflake, whose name was Bob.

“Yep, we’re falling,” replied Bill, the second snowflake.

“About time,” said Bob. “That cloud was getting boring.”

“Indeed it was,” agreed Bill. He tipped over and peered below.

“Wonder what’s down there,” he muttered.

Bob shrugged four arms.

“Eh, what does it matter, it’s not like we can stop falling.”

They laughed ruefully.

“Look,” said Bob, “I see something!”

Bill looked down, curiously. There was something there… It looked like a cave, with a… worm?

“Bob, LOOK OUT!!!” screamed Bill.

“Aieee!” screamed Bob.

“Yum,” said the little boy.

“Ew,” said Bill.

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February 9, 2007

Stacy: Leanan Sídhe

I knelt in the clearing, skyclad and shivering in the winter dawn, emptying my mind in preparation for the rite. One by one I shut out the distractions…

… hate working in an office…
…wish Steven would grow up…
…want to have a child…

…until I no longer felt the scratch of pine needles or the chill air on my skin.

A breath of heat stole over me, bringing gooseflesh. My mind was suddenly flooded with images of shining skin, silken hair…

“Go away, Gwydion.”

The stag at the edge of the clearing snorted and leapt away into the underbrush.

February 14, 2007

Stacy: Nothing Like Love

“Damn, honey, you’re a good kisser,” he breathed, brushing back her platinum blonde hair. They’d only just met, but what the hell, he’d rub one out with her and be home before midnight.

‘Yes, I am,” she said, her crimson lips sliding back to reveal abnormally long canines. She grabbed a handful of hair and yanked his head back. She slid her fangs into his jugular… or would have if the kevlar implants under the skin hadn’t turned them aside. She looked astonished as the stake slid into her heart.

“Should’ve played nice,” he muttered as she crumbled to dust.

The word is “stakes” from “Blood Rites” by Jim Butcher (Book Six in the Dresden Files series)

February 16, 2007

Stacy: Taking

Adriana didn’t like people who took things. Her father had taken her virginity and her childhood. Her mother had taken her ability to trust and her beloved pet cat. Her therapist had taken her time and her money. George had taken her heart and her brand new Lexus.

She made some appointments, ran some errands, arranged her affairs and her hair. She emptied her mind and her refrigerator. Then she locked up her house and her conscience.

Adriana had two weeks vacation time and a Barrett M-1 sniper rifle. Now Adriana was about to do some taking of her own.