7th November 2023 Writings

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Excerpt from: Friday 13th
‘What’s happening?’ Flora wondered.

“I’m not sure,” Daniel said. They went to get food with Daniel vouching for Flora.

Daniel and Flora sat at a table next to the windows, as Flora started to eat she had another feeling/vision.

***Feeling/vision***
Flora was outside at the duck pond 'Lake Madgewick' there were no ducks in the pond, no insects either, she couldn't see any birds around the college, the Botany building, in trees across the road, or in the ruin of the Biological Sciences building, not even any magpies...
***end feeling/vision***

Daniel noticed Flora tensing up. What is it?" he asked. Flora just looked out the window in response, and he followed her gaze. He saw the ducks in the pond leaving in an agitated flurry, followed by a swarm of insects. All around they could see birds flying away... “This is serious,” he said.

"Definitely," Flora said, and she described her vision.

Words: 152


Excerpt from: Spider Quinn
“Well, heck, little lady, I've been pulled over myself. It's humiliating, and bad for the soul. Here's ten bucks,” one of the men said as he put money on the table.

“Doggone it, we're not all bad, little miss. Take 20,” another said.

But a third was suspicious. “Now hold on. How do you know we're not the ones being flimflammed here? You fast-talking suburban gals think you can just march in and con some cowboys? Is that your game?”

“Um, no. Not at all,” Quinn said nervously.

“You think we're a bunch of dumb hicks. What do you know about us?” the suspicious one said.

“I don't call 'em cowboys till I see 'em ride,” Daria said.

“What?”

“Cause a Stetson hat and them fancy boots don't tell me what's inside,” Daria responded.

“Hey, that's Conway Twitty. You like Conway Twitty music?”

“You bet your lonesome prairie campfire I do, partner.”

“All right!” he said as he changed his tune; “Now these are cowgirls. Fellas, step on up here and empty your pockets.”


They soon arrived back at the Sherrif’s office.

“Now, I'm not gonna have to come out and stop you from chasing your husband with a skillet again, am I?” the Deputy Sherrif asked a woman.

“Well, that depends. You think you can come out and stop him from saying or doing something stupid first?” the woman responded.

“I wish. But I don't have time to ride herd on every stupid man in this county. Especially judges,” the Deputy said as the woman left.

“We’re here to pick up our friend, Jane Lane,” Daria said.

“Who?” the Deputy asked.

“Jane Lane, and Trent Lane. They're with a band.”

“Oh, yeah, they're not here anymore. They're with... the sheriff.”


Daria and Quinn entered the hall.

“Finally,” Jane said.

Words: 300

Total: 452