tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post1562243774904541646..comments2015-11-03T18:19:29.970-08:00Comments on Skullduggery and Madness: Midnight blinds 2.01000th.monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16835988128285459745noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-3886070042430361082014-04-11T21:57:47.465-07:002014-04-11T21:57:47.465-07:00Haha, but he's just sooooo cute ;) He's on...Haha, but he's just sooooo cute ;) He's one of those characters that just kind of takes over a story ;)<br /><br />...sorry for spelling Iola wrong in my previous comment :p1000th.monkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16835988128285459745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-21771218199260994202014-04-11T18:32:47.750-07:002014-04-11T18:32:47.750-07:00*laughs* Yeah. Jay avoided any esses since the bin...*laughs* Yeah. Jay avoided any esses since the binding issue is Important :) Also, had I know how long I'd be writing this character, I would never have given him a lisp. Dear gods....alcarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929849073911012353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-41736220741236087522014-04-11T09:37:34.039-07:002014-04-11T09:37:34.039-07:00@ Sue: Honestly, I don't care who's in the...@ Sue: Honestly, I don't care who's in the truck... could be someone stalking the cat's owner? Or maybe just a perfect stranger... a million reasons, a million options :) It could even be a dog/cat, but in my head, I was thinking human.<br /><br />@ Alcar: Haha, yes, but long stories are great to read. Since mine are more like 100 word puns/jokes with the twist at the end, there's really nothing more to them to expand. You're writing snippets of established characters/worlds ;)1000th.monkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16835988128285459745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-50417343385409467162014-04-11T09:34:37.122-07:002014-04-11T09:34:37.122-07:00Oh wow, that really was excellent, Alcar! Great em...Oh wow, that really was excellent, Alcar! Great emotion, and I loved Lola's 'voice' paired with Jay ;) ...I did get momentarily tripped up on Jay's one line of dialogue with no lisps (thought it was Lola at first :p)<br /><br />Can't wait to read the rest!!1000th.monkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16835988128285459745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-55495692918263804022014-04-05T11:41:18.493-07:002014-04-05T11:41:18.493-07:00Thanks :) Did the sequel set the next morning this...Thanks :) Did the sequel set the <a href="http://poeticalnessaday.blogspot.ca/2014/04/waitings-and-mornings.html" rel="nofollow">next morning</a> this morning as well. It's a little over 1K but was pretty much where my head was going with that story. Jay is very good at making his weaknesses into strengths, if nothing else :)alcarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929849073911012353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-30683646784378586432014-04-04T23:16:31.905-07:002014-04-04T23:16:31.905-07:00I, on the other hand, can never keep 'em short...I, on the other hand, can never keep 'em short enough :)alcarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929849073911012353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-56449281753312299012014-04-04T19:52:12.356-07:002014-04-04T19:52:12.356-07:00Oh Alcar, that was so excellent. the lisp the stor...Oh Alcar, that was so excellent. the lisp the story about the brother, the no grass stains on jeans, the last line. The whole packagesuehttp://sassyspeaks.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-41995468700945571562014-04-04T19:47:54.216-07:002014-04-04T19:47:54.216-07:00Yeah someone watching the narrator was my first th...Yeah someone watching the narrator was my first thought when I did mine. Okay for the record I spotted 2 typos. The last line is perfect, however I still have a question. Who is in the truck? And I do realise it might be another cat. <br /><br />Oh the 42 words comes from the last flash challenge I did on my friend’s blog - I’m addicted to shortsuehttp://sassyspeaks.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-45825931168962178102014-04-04T18:40:47.506-07:002014-04-04T18:40:47.506-07:00Around midnight, I creep to the window and peek th...Around midnight, I creep to the window and peek through the blinds. He’s still outside, sitting in the park on the swingset. I go downstairs, where Dad is still passed out in the living room in front of the TV, sneak around beer cans into the kitchen, make two peanut butter sandwiches. Because everyone likes those. Dad doesn’t stir. I cross the street and head into the park, feeling both scared and silly at the same time. <br /><br />I saw a ghost once, after Grandma died. I asked Dad about the weird person at the funeral, and he’d said it looked like Grandpa who had been dead for years and years. So I’m expecting a ghost but not a kid. Maybe ten, pale with pale eyes, just sitting on the swing and sucking his right thumb as he rocks back and forth. <br /><br />“Hello?” I say, because he doesn’t look like any little kid I know, and I’m almost thirteen. He doesn’t have a single grass stain on his jeans or dirt under his fingernails. <br /><br />His eyes widen. “You can thee me?” he says around his thumb.<br /><br />“You’re sitting right there, so yes.” It feels like a very grown-up thing to say. “I’m Iola.”<br /><br />“Jay,” he says, and pops his thumb out of his mouth. “You’re human, yeth?”<br /><br />“Yes,” I say, though it seems a little silly. “You’re not?”<br /><br />“Nope,” he says proudly.<br /><br />“That’s why you lisp?”<br /><br />“Yeth.” He glares, as if daring me to comment further. <br /><br />I sit on the other swing, not sure what else to do. “Are you going to eat me?”<br /><br />He just stares. I hand him one of the sandwiches and he wolfs it down in two bites, then the second without a hint of shame. <br /><br />“Are you waiting for someone?”<br /><br />“My mathter went thomewhere thidewayth from here, where I can’t follow. And people can <i>thee</i> me now,” he says, soft and furious.<br /><br />“People will come asking questions if you just sit here.”<br /><br />“Oh.” He shoves his thumb back into his mouth and sucks on it again. “I don’t care!”<br /><br />“My little brother went to stay with mom. When she left,” I say, and somehow it hurts less because there is no judgement in his face. “You can sleep in his room, if you want? Dad won’t notice.” <br /><br />“Oh. You’d make a binding even if I don’t know you at all?”<br /><br />“Maybe?” <br /><br />He pops his thumb back out of his mouth and offers up a huge, goofy grin. “Thankth!”<br /><br />“Your welcome?” He follows me home, giving, giving Dad a wary look and relaxing when nothing happens. No questions, no comments on the beer cans or Dad’s stained shirt. He comes up the stairs into Connor’s room and then hugs me. <br /><br />I’m not eaten. He pulls back, says thanks again and curls up on the bed, dead asleep in moments. I think about my friends, and the neighbours, what they say and what they think as I go into my room. <br /><br />I’m crying and I don’t know why.alcarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929849073911012353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703635774597072262.post-72544637886247735322014-04-04T18:20:00.029-07:002014-04-04T18:20:00.029-07:00Oh, nicely done! I was left going: "flexing ....Oh, nicely done! I was left going: "flexing ... what?" at the the end, then re-read after. alcarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929849073911012353noreply@blogger.com