29th November 2023 Writings

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Excerpt from: Terror and Recovery
“Yes. The city is troubled, as cities usually are.”

“You mean, with crime?” Clara asked.

“Yes. The usual, you know. But there may be more than the usual.”

“Let’s go then.”


They continued towards the city.

Words: 36


Excerpt from: Jesse Oliver Aarons Jr
Jesse Aarons got out of bed as his father started the pick-up. He could go out and run without interruption. Almost. “Where you going, Jess?” May Belle asked from her bed.

He shushed her, not wanting her to wake their mother. “Just over the cow field,” he whispered.

May Belle smiled and snuggled down under the sheet.

“Gonna Run?”

“Maybe.”

Of course he was going to run. He wanted to be the fastest in fifth grade at Lark Creek Elementary.

Words: 80


Excerpt from: Flight to the Ford
When Frodo came to he was still desperately clutching the Ring. “What has happened? Where’s the pale king?” he asked wildly.
The others were too overjoyed to hear him speak to answer for a while. Nor did they understand his question.

“We saw nothing but vague shadowy shapes, sir,” Sam said, at length.

Strider returned and Sam drew his sword.

“I am not a Black Rider, Sam,” he said gently.


Words: 70


Excerpt from: Spider Quinn
Quinn awoke about 2:30 to the sound of police sirens in the distance. ‘Just as well I’m in the spare room,’ she thought. But she knew that Stacy was a light sleeper. ‘I’ll just swing out from the opposite side of the house she thought as she stripped off the nightgown, leaving only the suit on her person. She put her hair up and then pulled on the mask.

SpiderGirl left the window open a crack and swung out from the Rowe’s.


Stacy turned in her sleep, but didn’t wake.


SpiderGirl found the commotion. A car had crashed on the edge of town. She swung down from a tree, recognising Officer Peterson. “What’s happened?” she asked.

“Oh! SpiderGirl,” Officer Peterson said. “There was a report of a crash here, but when an ambulance arrived, whoever it was fled.”

“Oh!” SpiderGirl said.

“There’s not much you can do here.”

“Obviously not,” she groused. She added. “Thanks, see you around!” before swinging away and heading back towards Eichler Street, where the Rowe’s were situated.


As she headed back, she wondered if it would be linked to Linda. ‘Not likely,’ she concluded. Lawndale had a large population afterall. ‘Like over 5000?’ she wasn’t sure.


She was quite tired when she got back, such that she almost fell asleep without putting the nightgown back on. But she managed it and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.


Jane met Daria on the way to school. She could tell her friend hadn’t slept much. “I hope you’re not going to go to sleep in class,” she said.

“I might, but that would impact my grades,” Daria said with her usual sarcasm.

“What about Quinn?” Jane asked.

“What about her? She stayed at Stacy’s.”

“You should have taken up my offer.”

Daria yawned and then said. “I might stay over tonight.”

“Cool.”


Sandi didn’t believe her eyes when she saw Stacy and Quinn approaching. Quinn had her hair in the style Stacy usually wore, and was wearing clothes very similar to those Stacy usually wore. Stacy had her hair in the way that Quinn had been wearing hers after her father’s passing and was wearing clothes almost identical to what Quinn usually wore. “What are you two doing?” she asked with annoyance.

“What?” Quinn asked. “We can’t experiment? Isn’t that part of what the Fashion Club is about?”

“Yeah!” Stacy said, in a slightly confident tone.

Sandi seethed. She was being accommodating to Quinn, really. She then saw Tiffany arrive.


Tiffany knew something was up. She was momentarily confused, then realised that Quinn and Stacy had swapped looks for the day. That was fine with her, although she probably wouldn’t do it herself. She was sure that any of the other’s looks would make her look fat. She looked at Sandi and knew that there was trouble immediately ahead. “What’s going on?” she asked in her usual slow tone.


“Don’t you see?” Sandi asked in response to Tiffany’s question.

“That Quinn’s dressed like Stacy and Stacy like Quinn?” Tiffany asked.

“Yes!” Sandi said.

“No-othing wrong with it, just as there’s no-othing wrong with Quinn’s hair,” Tiffany responded.

‘Very good, Tiffany,’ Quinn thought with a smile. She had initially suggested to Stacy to swap styles for the day as a way to hide bed hair after she had slept in, but from the reactions at school so far, she felt it was a good idea.

“Nothing wrong?” Sandi asked rhetorically. “Nothing wrong? Emergency Fashion Club meeting AT LUNCH!” she then stalked away.

Quinn breathed heavily and looked to Stacy, who was breathing heavily. “Deep breaths, Stacy. We’ll get through this.”

“But!”

“We’ll talk to her together,” Quinn said. “Right, Tiffany.”

“Yes,” Tiffany said without hesitation.

Stacy nodded. “Together.”

Words: 622


Total: 805