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Story is a 30-part project - Part Eleven.

Ok, since I am obviously not completely able to take care of your story on daily basis (life and stuff), I am changing the "rules" slightly. It's not a 30 days project anymore, it's a 30 part project, meaning I am just buying my lazy arse more time. Hence the new icon and all... I know, "better be better with editing and all" comes to mind, but... LOL Anyways, we are witches now and the 11th version of The Day As It Was is readily available HERE or, if you prefer it that way, also through email. *** Let's keep it alive.:)



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Oct. 15th, 2009 02:50 am (UTC)
"Stop the car!"

My outburst startled everyone. Joan had been so busy between driving and interpreting for Meg and Marigold it was a miracle that we hadn't been in an accident. She jammed on the brakes. All eyes turned to me.

Joan was first. "What is it?!? Did you see something?" Before she could continue, Marigold reached out and grabbed her arm. Suddenly, I sensed numerous emotions all at once -- curiosity, impatience, urgency, worry and even a bit of fear. It was all coming from the front seat, right there in the car.

I was unclear prior to why Marigold needed an interpreter to communicate with Meg. If she too had the gift, if she too was a Listener, why could we simply not hear her internally? Now I understood. Marigold thinks in pictures and concepts. The syntax of language for her is different. Silently, Meg nodded understanding my sudden clarity.

"I can feel uncle Jack, and Ezekiel. I think they're very nearby." Marigold shut her eyes for a moment, then reopened them and signed to Joan to turn left at the next corner. Two blocks later she signaled Joan to pull over and park.

I looked at Meg and thought, "now what?"

She raised one eyebrow and thought back, "if you and I get any closer, they'll know we're here. We'll need to let Marigold take it from here." With that, both Joan and Marigold leaned back in their seats, closed their eyes, and apparently went to work.
Oct. 15th, 2009 02:25 pm (UTC)
Hey, Joan is the one who doesn't have the gift, right?
So what is her "work?"
Oct. 16th, 2009 03:46 am (UTC)
Inaction leaves me feeling impotent. I don't sit by easily. Feeling my discomfort, Meg reached out and gently grasped my hand. There was a slight tingle in that connection, but our minds remained where they were. She offered me a small knowing smile. "Have faith, Marigold knows what she's doing."

Joan opened her eyes, and turned towards us in the back seat. "I'll be right back," she said aloud and with that she headed out her door and down the block. Marigold remained immobile, as if deep within a trance. Up ahead, I could see Joan cross the street, and enter a store front. It was a bookstore. Wait, not just any bookstore; I think it may be the bookstore I saw in my vision earlier when we were in the park.

I reached for the door handle, but Meg tightened her grip on my other wrist. "Michael, stay put please. Marigold knows what she's doing."

I gazed back at her, confused, the doubt clearly written on my face. "I don't understand," I thought. "Marigold is sitting right here."

Again that knowing smile, this time accompanied by ther head gesture I was coming to know so well. Once again in my head I could hear her voice. "Corporeally, yes, at least in part. However a good part of her has been projected up into that store front, and I suspect has frozen Ezekiel in his place. Joan has gone in there to fetch your uncle. I suspect it's going to take her a bit to get him loose. Jack signaled he's been bound pretty tightly.

I was suddenly filled with a great sense of relief, and a warmth in both my hands and feet, as though blood had suddenly started flowing into them without restriction. There was an intense ache across my shoulders rising up into my neck and down into my upper arms, accompanied by an ungodly need to stretch the muscles that had begun to knot. Then all that was followed by the sensation of a burst of air across my face.

I looked up the street, just in time to see two figures exit the store front. It was Joan walking quickly with uncle Jack. There was a slight limp to his gate and he was rubbing his right wrist, but his face shone with a light that was unmistakable. I waited till they were almost at the car before I opened the door. I was going to step out, but Meg pulled me towards her. Jack leaned over and looking in, smiled at me, extending his hand. In the silence between us, I heard his voice. "So this is Ginny's boy! I can't get over how much you look like Malcolm, but at least you have your mother's eyes."

Joan's voice broke the silence, redirecting everyone's attention. "Jack, for Christ's sake get in the car. We need to get the hell out of here. Marigold cannot keep Ezekiel at bay forever." On cue, Marigold let out a deep sigh and began to stir. Joan threw the car into first gear, made a tight U-turn and drove as quickly as traffic would allow. Looking out the back window, the light in the street behind us dimmed noticeably. Perhaps the clouds had shifted. Perhaps it was something more ominous.
Oct. 20th, 2009 06:17 pm (UTC)
Have I told you already how much I like, no, not like, LOVE your writing? :)
Oct. 20th, 2009 08:54 pm (UTC)

Grazzi bello.

Seriously, I have been enjoying this SO much. Love to write, and don't do it enough. This has been a blast so far. Have you read today's entry yet? Darina took it and ran with it.
Oct. 20th, 2009 09:00 pm (UTC)
oh, I have. Loved it! :) I will put it into next part tomorrow. I think it's easier to do it without daily timebomb ticking. :)

I am happy you enjoy it so much!!!

Oct. 17th, 2009 07:50 am (UTC)
Sorry for the late post,...
Jack started explaining what happened to him, by boosting images into our minds as he spoke, Images of Ezekiel injecting him with a some sort of an inhibitor, that prevented him from using his powers, and unable to communicate with us.. "I felt so weak and helpless" he said. while showing us images of him being tied to a chair. The images were not so clear, probably cause Jack was still recovering from the injection that Ezekiel gave him. At that moment, Marigold grabbed Joan's shoulder. "Seems like we've got company" Meg said, looking back, there were four cars speeding, getting closer and closer at our tail. "Oh no, they don't": said Uncle Jake whilst turning pressing with his knees against the seat "I'm gonna teach those bastards a good lesson". I looked back, and one of the four cars just slammed the other. "focus Jack, focus" Said to himself, and the same car slammed the car next to it delivering it right into a bunch of cars parked on the side of the road. Then driver of the vehicle drove directly into the parked cars himself. The car where Ezekiel was in, managed to hit our car's rear bumper, sending us drifting sideways, before Aunt Joan managed to regain control and stepping on the gas. The chase was gaining more speed and insanity. The mind control seems to exhaust uncle Jack, he's still recovering from the inhibitor. There were two cars still following us. Marigold spotted a truck ahead, she stretched her arms and curved her palms, she was taking a fine grip of fin air. When the truck was next to us, Marigold stepped with both feet on the car matt. (EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!) the truck's huge wheels came suddenly to a full stop, white smoke rising from the sides of the truck, it blocked the road behind us, but Ezekiel's driver managed to maneuver on time and get past the truck, yet again gaining speed and getting closer to us. A man with a gun on the back seat appeared from the back door-window of the car chasing us, and started firing at us randomly. Our rear windshield was shattered, but mercilessly missing all the passengers. The three of us in the back seat were ducking down, uncle Jack raised his head, stared at them, I raised my head (out of pure curiosity). The front end of their car bounced a couple of times, kept swinging and shaking, loosing speed, then all of a sudden both front tires were ripped off the car along with their suspensions. Sending the car's front straight to the asphalt. Sparks and smoke coming from underneath their car, with the tires bouncing allover the road. Drifting and shaking before hugging a street light.. "DAMN!" looking at uncle Jack, who looked back at me and laughed "you haven't seen much yet"..
Oct. 20th, 2009 06:17 pm (UTC)
Re: Sorry for the late post,...
It wasn't late, I was my usual lazy me. :)

Edited at 2009-10-20 06:17 pm (UTC)
Oct. 18th, 2009 11:33 pm (UTC)
I hope I'm not too sleepy to write properly
"We'd better get lost before the police arrives" Meg said, always the most sensible member of the crew, "All we need is police attention". So Joan drove off, more carefully this time. She hurried through a labyrinth of narrow streets, and headed out of town. We hit a lonely country road as the sun was going down. All the adrenaline seemed to have left my blood, and I suddenly felt exhausted. I was in no mood to watch the sunset.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"It's time to visit some relatives," Joan said, "and see what we can do with the car. We have a cousin who is a mechanic, I hope he manages to fix it fast enough".
"We are lucky that it's Friday," Meg added. "I don't think he'll manage to fix it overnight, but let's hope he's ready for Monday morning".
"Aren't you going to call him," I asked? "How do you know that he's home on friday night? Don't tell me that he doesn't have a cell phone!" Then I suddenly remembered, and I laughed at myself.
"Of course we know where he is," I could feel the smile in Meg's voice in the dark. "We keep in touch with our relatives".
It was near midnight when we reached the mechanic's house. When he opened the door, he was obviously sleepy. Bud God, he was beautiful!
Oct. 20th, 2009 06:18 pm (UTC)
Re: I hope I'm not too sleepy to write properly
Who else if not gay ambassador Dari! :)))))

Oct. 20th, 2009 07:43 pm (UTC)
Re: I hope I'm not too sleepy to write properly
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