Friday, July 27, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
The actress Mary Tamm - who played the first incarnation of Romana - died yesterday aged 62 after a long battle with cancer, her agent Barry Langford has announced...
The Nick Of Time (and other abrasions)
Bedknobs And Boomsticks
Al Bruno III
Rue d'Auseil had been the most quaint and mundane street in Olathoe but that was before riots and reprisals had left it a maze of shattered buildings and broken streets.
Much like Nature, the citizens of Olathoe abhor a vacuum so they began using the lifeless street as a place to dispose of their garbage and junk. Now the street was an alien landscape sculpted out of refuse.
And in time Rue d'Auseil became the perfect place to search for recyclable treasures and spell components.
But it was also the perfect place for an ambush.
A volley of shotgun blasts sent the three young women diving for cover behind a hill of garbage topped by a metal four-poster bed. They were Apprentice Mystagogues. The oldest, Lorelei, spat out a mouthful of pebbles and grime before she spoke, “Now who the Hell is that?” Her eyes were candy green and her mop of unruly hair had been dyed a bright shade of red. She wore torn bluejeans, a ratty looking blouse and clunky boots. There was a slingshot in her left hand.
Judy Bauer groaned, “I’m lying in something... Moist.” Of the three of them Judy Bauer was the one least dressed for an excursion to Rue d'Auseil; she was beautiful, rich and believed in high profile, high fashion at all times.
Audra DiMico risked a look around the side of the bed, another trio of shotgun blasts sent the dark haired girl scrambling back to safety. She was the most beautiful of the three and she worked very hard to hide it, “They look like mimes,” Audra said, “I swear they look like mimes.”
“I don’t think mimes would scream ‘Die Bitches’ before opening fire,” Lorelei fumbled in her pockets until she found a handful of ball bearings.
Another shotgun blast, more garbage spilled down on them. “This is disgusting,” Judy snarled, “they’ll pay for my dry cleaning with their lives.”
Lorelei held one of the ball bearings up to her left eye and started to chant. It began to glow gently.
“What are you doing?” Judy interrupted.
“I am trying to save us,” Lorelei said, “unless you happen to have a better idea.”
“My better idea was not coming here. Remember that idea?”
Another trio of shotgun blasts, closer this time and from widening angles. They were being flanked, but Audra was suddenly more concerned with what Lorelei had in her right hand, “What’s with the slingshot?”
Stopped in mid-incantation again Lorelei said, “It was a gift.”
“Who else?” Judy flicked wet garbage from her blouse, “From her stalker.”
“Oh Lorelei you didn’t...”
“He said I might need it,” Lorelei explained, “and he isn’t so bad-”
Judy snorted, “For a stalker.”
“He taught me a few new tricks-”
Judy snorted again, “Please don’t say it like that.”
Another three shotgun blasts, more flying garbage. Lorelei waved one of the ball bearings in front of her friends, “I can charge these ball bearings with a spark of starlight, then I shoot them via the slingshot and POW! No more mimes.”
“See!” Audra shouted, “I told you they were mimes.”
“Is that the best you can do?” Judy said, “Magic spitballs?”
“Do you have a better idea?” Audra crawled over to the right and saw one of the gunmen drawing closer.
“The Phacton Detonation.”
Now it was Lorelei’s turn to snort, “Oh right, if you want to cast the Phacton Detonation you either need to have a fourth level daemon familiar or be a virgin. We’re fresh outta both.”
Judy sighed with resignation, “OK you got me there.”
“Good. Now shut up! Both of you!”
Once the first incantation was cast Lorelei jumped to her feet and launched a ball bearing from the slingshot. It caught the gunman aporaching from the left in the head, shearing off the side of his face and skull with a shower of sparks. He died so suddenly he didn’t even have time to scream.
“Wow.” Audra and Judy said in unison.
Lorelei turned on her heel. Another incantation, another ball bearing glowed with pale light. The second gunman stepped into view.
She loosed the slingshot. At the same moment the gunman fired. The metal sphere caught the gunman in the chest sending him tumbling backwards.
The shotgun blast barely missed Lorelei. Audra pulled her back down, “Are you crazy? You nearly got yourself killed.”
“Just nearly,” Lorelei breathed. She was terrified and thrilled at the same time. It was a familiar feeling, a feeling that had been with her since her first kill almost seven years ago now.
The remaining gunman stopped shooting. “Did he run?” Audra asked.
“Hang on,” Judy crawled back up the pile of garbage until she was behind the ruined bed. She started fiddling with the headboard, “He’s still there and I gotta say he sure does look like a mime.”
Lorelei readied another ball bearing, “He’s waiting for me to make a move. You two get ready to make a run for it.”
“Hang on there, I got a better idea.” Judy slid back down the trash mound and put a metal bedknob into Lorelei’s hand, “Bigger ball bigger boom am I right?”
Lorelei’s smile was wicked, “I love it!”
This version of the incantation took longer and casting it left Lorelei pale and shaky. When the bedknob was glowing with the color of moonlight she handed it off to her best friend.
Audra didn’t have to be told what to do, she scrambled up the trash mound and threw the bedknob with all her strength.
It struck the ground less than a foot from the face-painted gunman.
Then it detonated blowing the gunman out of his boots.
The three girls cheered and high fived...
...or at least they did until their attacker’s remains began to rain down on them.
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The Cold Inside
By AL BRUNO III
Saturday November 12, 1994
Monique Leromenos was lying on her bed, with her hair pooled about her pillow and her eyes tightly closed. Groaning lightly she ran her hands up Evan’s bare back and through his hair. He was kissing her neck, her lips, her forehead. Every kiss felt like a tiny electric shock. Just enough lip, just enough tongue. He really knew what he was doing.
Every one of her friends had warned Monique about Evan. He’s a creep. They said. He only wants one thing. They warned. They promised He’ll use you and throw you away.
So naturally when he first asked her out she’d said no, but he had been so persistent and so charming. He’d even stuck up for her the few times her disastrous relationship with the Dog-Boy had been brought up. It was out of gratitude that she agreed to go out with him. That one date on led to a trip to the movies the very next night. She could talk to him and he really listened. So many other boys didn’t really talk to her; they just marked time until they could get their chilly hands under her sweater. She liked the way Evan looked at her, no other guy had ever looked at her quite that way before.
Once Bobby Hilton got wind of Evan’s pursuit of her, he started making passes as well. Suddenly she had two boys competing for her, that hadn’t happened to her since seventh grade. Bobby was cute, but he didn’t stand a chance really. He was too much of a follower. Monique had to wonder if he would even have thought to ask her out if he hadn’t seen Evan do it first.
Besides, he didn’t even have a car.
Goosebumps rose on the flesh of her legs as he slid her jeans down to her ankles. Monique kicked free of them, sending them flying. Kisses ranged down her belly to her hips, over her legs and paused at her feet.
She giggled as he reverently kissed each toe. He smiled up at her and started licking his way back up again. Before she knew what was happening her panties had landed atop her jeans. She squealed at the feel of his mouth on her and then bit her lip praying no one had heard her. Her parents’ room was right across the hall. She froze in place, suddenly certain that someone knew what they were up to. Propping herself on her elbows she opened her eyes, knowing that if her father walked in on them now she would just die.
Then he would kill her for real.
The door was still closed; she and Evan were still alone. A long shuddering breath escaped from her lips.
Evan looked up at her, “Liked that did you?”
She laughed a little and pulled him up into kissing range. His hands were everywhere. Monique leaned back and lost herself in his expert touch.