Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 8Rachel's Night OutAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 83 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The evening had not gone well.
First, Rachel had failed to convince Amanda to join her tomb raid; now Amanda lay sprawled at her feet. This was the backup plan; but when Rachel had poured the powder in Amanda's drink, she'd reckoned on getting back to her room before she fell unconscious.
It had all happened so quickly - as Rachel had reached for the dropped keys, Amanda's knees had buckled suddenly. Rachel caught her as she fell backwards, lowering her to the ground.
She had tried, without success, to rouse Amanda. Now she had to get her inside and out of sight - before they were stumbled on by concerned neighbours.
Rachel stood at the door, desperately searching Amanda's keys for one that would open it. At last, a key turned in the lock; she pushed the door inwards then propped it open. Returning to where Amanda lay motionless on the grass, she reached under her arms and dragged h
Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 4Two Weeks EarlierAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another week, and the snow had gone from the ground. The winter sun popped out between clouds, appearing unexpectedly at low angles and blinding motorists heading west on the highway.
For Amanda, it was all starting to feel like deja vu.
This week, she took the precaution of visiting the short loan library the evening before her Mesoamerican class. As previously, however, the books she sought were missing. A brief interrogation of Glenn confirmed that, once again, the big-chested blonde had beaten Amanda to the mark.
The following morning Amanda towelled herself off after a shower, combing out her wet dark hair in front of the mirror. She resolved to have a quiet chat with the blonde enigma, today, and to ask her to play nice over the books. Hopefully the girl would see reason; maybe they could even study together.
Amanda dressed herself in jeans, a red check shirt and her trusty converse, then headed out to do battle.
Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 7The Night BeforeAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda had no idea what to wear for her evening with Rachel; with little optimism, she rifled through a cupboard full of cowboy shirts, cosy sweaters and well-worn jeans. Her only smart clothes were too formal: a ball gown, a business suit (never used) and a cocktail dress. Amanda grasped the definition of 'smart casual': clothes she didn't own.
What did Rachel expect, anyway? Amanda barely knew her. Would she want to talk archaeology or to party? This would be Amanda's first time at Sam's outside of a large group. Alone with the stunning Rachel, she didn't want to be out-dressed or outshone. She wanted to make an impression, so Rachel would treat her as an equal: not look down on her as a socially-awkward swot.
How then to avoid looking scruffy, or dressing like a frump? Amanda longed for the advice of her absent soul mate Ciara. Confident and always eclectically dressed, Ciara often reassured her: 'be yourself, you're gorgeous.'
Amanda picked a thin, white tie
Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 2Four weeks earlierAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Four weeks earlier, Amanda lay on the same bed, looking at the same ceiling; only this time it was mid afternoon, and she felt restless.
Now in her sophomore year, at a certain well-known Ivy League university in a certain historic New England town, Amanda waited impatiently for the second semester to start. As she lay in her university dorm, she wondered if she might in fact be the sole occupant of the building. As with the previous year, she'd spent the winter break 'home alone'; her middle-aged father remained, as ever, deeply absorbed by his work in the Middle East and her mother had never been part of her life. Now, with the start of term less than a week away, Amanda had already finished the reading list, and her first week's essays, and contemplated writing them a second time just for something to do.
On a whim, she jumped up, pulled on her roll neck sweater, winter coat and a pair of boots. Amanda headed out;
The Casket Caper - Part SevenSomething over an hour later...The Casket Caper - Part Seven3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda was delighted to be out of the casket. She hated enclosed spaces: they recalled a best-forgotten episode where she had once been packed in a crate. The Assyrian casket was particularly uncomfortable and smelled like… well, there wasn’t a word for it. But it brought to mind 'decay'.
In any case, Amanda was now free, and climbing the back stairs of the museum. The only light switched on was the one above the fire exit, but it was enough for her to make her way to the third floor.
The fashion room was dim, cold and lifeless. Only a small amount of daylight seeped through windows which were necessarily shaded to protect the exhibits. The only sound was the quiet whirr of the air conditioning above and the occasional honk of a car horn from the street.
Amanda shuddered. It was a summer evening outside, but the museum was chilly and her arms and tummy were covered in goosebumps. Right now she wished she had more on than just a tie top; perha
Amanda Jones and the PygmiesThe scenery could not have been more perfect in the eyes of Amanda Jones. She was sitting on top of a grassy cliff a few feet above a small river beneath her. To her right, the roar of a massive waterfall soothed her despite its ferocious sound. Ahead of her, she could see the clear, sunny sky overlooking a vast green valley in the distance. All in all, Amanda was in paradise. Her decision to go on her college expedition to South America could not have been a better venture. She laid back on the grass, letting the suns warm rays gently touch her bare midriff. Amanda was dressed in her almost standard attire: a white blouse tied in a knot across her ample bosom which left little to the male imagination; a pair of figure hugging blue jean shorts; semi opaque black tights that shimmered brightly thanks to the additional sun on them; and a pair of white and blue tennis shoes fit for a stroll across the jungle turfAmanda Jones and the Pygmies3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Casket Caper - Part ThreeThe foyer of the Birtwhistle Museum was cool and dark, in contrast to the outside world, though no less hectic. In the line to buy tickets, a party of excitable teenage students jostled and showed each other fascinating things on electronic devices. Their shrieks of laughter echoed around the stone hall and up to the high decorated ceiling.The Casket Caper - Part Three3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda caught sight of Lafarge in the line ahead. His back was to her, though he bristled with irritation at the antics of the young people behind him.
Ahead, a sign declared that museum tickets were $16, or $10 for students. Amanda panicked momentarily and groped in the tiny front pocket of her rather insubstantial shorts. She was in luck – when she pulled out her hand it held her last, crumpled, $10 bill. This happy discovery had another implication: with a pang of guilt Amanda realised that she’d left Benny’s without paying. She would have to drop by on her way home and apologise profusely.
Lost in that thought, Amanda looked up
The Casket Caper - Part FourAmanda strode purposefully through the Birtwhistle Museum - though perhaps not as inconspicuously as she would have liked. First, she rounded a corner at speed and banged her knee on a badly-placed china pot. Then, while hopping from the scene, she narrowly avoided upending two elderly ladies like skittles. Sharp exhalations and scornful looks followed Amanda as she retreated ruefully.The Casket Caper - Part Four3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now on the second floor, Amanda had lost Lafarge completely. From a map that she clutched, she could see that the crescent-shaped museum offered multiple ways to ascend and descend. There was no quick and foolproof way to methodically sweep every hall. Anxious at losing the duplicitous doctor, Amanda quickened her pace: her world became a blur of picture galleries, silverwork, cut glass and ceramics.
As she crossed from the West wing to the East, Amanda dashed past treasures of the ancient world: brooches, necklaces, axe heads and stone tablets. An impressive Assyrian casket briefly caught her attention
The Casket Caper - Part OneThe Birtwhistle Museum closes at 6pm weekdays and is, as a rule, a silent and tranquil place during the evening. Most of its human occupants are long dead – mummified no less – and so have little to say to the security guard who occasionally patrols the halls.The Casket Caper - Part One3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Up on the third floor, however, the Fossett Collection is an exception. It is a room exclusively of clocks, many of which are lovingly maintained in working order. Once per hour, the room rings out with a brief cacophony of whirrs, clicks and chimes – before returning to the deathly silence characteristic of its neighbours.
Given the normal passivity of the Birtwhistle by night, it is therefore noteworthy that a recent summer evening saw a level of drama and excitement somewhat unprecedented in the museum's prestigious history.
On the second floor, in a room directly beneath the Fossett Collection, is a large and ornate casket on a plinth. Fashioned in bronze, the casket bears the designs of winged, bearded hors
The Casket Caper - Part TwoAmanda Jones – anthropology student and amateur detective – was very partial to coffee, particularly when it came with free wi-fi. On arrival in New York, she had turned her fine detective skills immediately to finding the best Italian espresso within a few blocks of her father’s Upper West Side apartment.The Casket Caper - Part Two3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her need was not only for refreshment – her father’s parsimony had left Amanda's summer base lacking the basic human right of high speed internet access. His unsatisfactory excuse was something to do with saving $100 a month while away in the Middle East.
The quest for coffee and wi-fi had led Amanda to Benny’s Tea Shop, on the corner of Columbus and West 73rd St. Benny, short for Benedicto, was a generous, middle-aged man who took an instant liking to Amanda; plying her with pastries which the slim girl refused demurely. It was only after a sustained week-long assault that Benny discovered Amanda's weakness – iced ci
Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 7Lianne woke up again, still feeling very drowsy and out of it. She realised right away that she was still in the same predicament she had been in when she awoke the last time; and once again, she had no clue where she was, or how much time had passed.Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She dimly recalled that at some point, someone had removed her from the ‘container’ she was in, long enough to allow her to eat, drink, and relieve herself. It was so hazy though; she knew she had eaten, but couldn’t remember what she ate. She still couldn’t remember seeing anything; whoever these people were, they obviously didn’t care much for light. Although she couldn’t remember seeing anyone else, she had the nagging sense that she was not alone; that there were others, just like her, in the exact same situation.
And then, she thought about her boss, Penelope. Was she here somewhere too? Did she know what had happened? Was she going all ‘Black Arrow’
Amanda Ciara and Penelope Part 2The next fifteen or so minutes were not as bad as Amanda would have thought. After placing the unconscious Penelope in her nearby rocking chair, the two girls went on to bind her hands and ankles. All the while, Amanda began to tell of her several encounters with the Illiterati to Ciara. Ciara didn't interrupt her and listened patiently. When the two were finished securing their mysterious new guest, they stood in front of her, making sure they were satisfied with Penelope's bonds. "Well you have been busy haven't you," Ciara finally said. Amanda rubbed her head, "Yeah. It's almost a miracle I'm not dead yet." That remark made Ciara look at Amanda angrily, "You're damn right Amanda. Why didn't you try to contact me? Ok, maybe one random encounter may have been cause for 'ehh', but four in the last year? You should have come to me." Amanda was startingAmanda Ciara and Penelope Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 3Penelope D’arcy, also known (only to herself though!) as Black Arrow, had gained entry to the Casino where she suspected there was some sort of illegal activity going on. The activity was related, she thought, to a number of recent disappearances of women in the West End; and she suspected that whoever was behind it, was the same man who had not long ago purchased partial ownership in six casinos, all on the West End, and all under different names.Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Penelope was in an empty office that she had gained entry to through the building’s ventilation system. She had chosen this room to enter, primarily because her floor plan she had procured had led her to believe that there was no security cameras inside it.
She rubbed her head again, where a metal grate had hit it a few minutes before, briefly knocking her out. There was still a very slight bump there, but it didn’t hurt now, not like it did when she first came to. But she couldn’t help but let
Amanda in the village of peril.. Part 1The day was young, but the Amanda was already up. Groggy from her comfortable and well needed night's sleep, the beautiful student folded the covers away and sat up. She let out a cute little yawn before rubbing her beautiful, blue eyes.Amanda in the village of peril.. Part 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
The time was 7:34am. The sun was out, the sky was blue and the air was fresh. Rare, but welcoming smells of the nearby beaches that sat on the other sides of the hills crept into the village every so often. Along with the beautiful smell of the sea, flowers and pollen made their presence known. Sutton Poyntz was beautiful...
After waking up properly, Amanda got up and checked her phone. She was missing Ciara and was desperate to hear from her. But there was nothing.
"Ergghh.. come on babe, please!" muttered Amanda.
It was Amanda's second day in Sutton Poyntz. As beautiful and secluded as this place was, she couldn't help feeling impatient. Caroline told her that she would be back on the road by lunchtime.
With the bed in a state, Amanda opened her bedr
Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 5Penelope awoke a few minutes later; she found herself in a kneeling position, her ankles tied together, as well as her wrists behind her back. Seated on the floor in front of her were her captors, Thomas Blake and Floyd Lawton. They were still in the laundry room.Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once she got her bearings, Black Arrow realized that she hadn’t been taken anywhere yet – much to her surprise, since that’s what they had told her they were going to do. “We’re still here…? I thought you were going to take me to your ‘boss’?” She struggled ferociously but her bonds were too tight for her to loosen them.
“Just relax, Black Arrow,” Blake answered. “We just want to ask you a few questions first, okay?”
Penelope looked back and forth between the two men. They were both bigger than her, but they didn’t seem quite as menacing as they did a bit earlier. A thought struck her.
Amanda Jones in the village of Peril Part 2The sudden shock of being grasped by strong, weird hands took Amanda by complete surprise. She was used to this kind of thing. It was almost a hobby if you will, but the convincing tone and actions of Giles made this not only terrifying, but heartbreaking.Amanda Jones in the village of Peril Part 22 years ago in Settings More Like This
A look of pure fear and terror spread across Amanda's face in an instant. Her eyes wide open, eyebrows raised with shock. This was horrific, terrifying.... common.
Amanda tried desperately to scream out.
"MPPHHHH... MPHHHHHH" - No use.
She should have known by now that screaming just wont get you anywhere. After just a few, short screams she already began to feel tired. But this didn't stop her attempts at breaking free.
The young American flailed her long, glossy legs around, making hard contact with Giles' legs every so often. Her persistent kicking eventually led to her knocking over an empty barrel.
Amanda's arms came with no use. The sweet, musky smell of the chloroform had made her head become cloudy very quickly. It was surpri
Amanda Jones and the Cloud of DoomAmanda Jones's head was slowly making its way down her arm, despite her fists best attempts to hold it up. It wasn't until she only just touched her desk that she realized that, once again, she had almost fallen asleep. The young co-ed sat up in her rocking chair and glanced at her ceiling once again. All night she had been cramming for her history exam and so far she hadn't really gotten anywhere. In truth, Amanda had no one to blame but herself for this. All of her time spent looking into the mysterious Illiterati group had distracted her from the rest of her college duties and now she was paying for it with a sleepless night and a textbook full of notes. Amanda stretched out in her chair. She glanced over at the clock sitting on top of her microwave. It read 11:30pm. "Well," she said sitting up straight, "If I'm gonna survive this night AND the exam, gonna need a little pick me up."Amanda Jones and the Cloud of Doom3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Death Of LegendIgnite hell's biting bullets that scorch and sting,Death Of Legend3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against heaven's armies that stand and sing.
When the might of garish gods befalls us all,
Where nations crumble and meek mortals fall,
Then celestial suicide will be our fate's call.
Skies will turn to smoke and seas will burn to steam,
Demons will howl. Angels will die. Men will dream.
To believe in an eternal peace beyond war's breath,
No more to suffer through eyes that despair death,
Never to crumble hearts into pits of blackened dust.
Blind hell's hope that bring waves of ruin and rust,
Against heaven's anguish that bring terror and trust.
When the sight of humble humanity suffers defeat,
Where societies tremble and lost leaders meet,
Then universal disaster will be our's generation's treat.
Spirits will turn to shade and souls will burn to sleet,
Demons will growl. Angels will cry. Men will scream.
To believe in an internal lease beyond war's sight,
No more to fear opposing voices that murder might,
Never to extinguish minds in
The Truth of the FightThe Truth of the Fight3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mountains. It had to be mountains." Marlis Winter was not in what one would call a good mood as she started her hike up through the mountains of Becdeni. It had been not three days ago - a letter had arrived at the front door of her house in the Becdeni city of Rennardt.
"I wish to request a challenge," it had read, "so that we may finally see who comes out on top. I'll be waiting at the summit of Mount Carver. I'll be seeing you there." The letter had dissolved in her hands; then, to her consternation, it turned into several small ladybugs and flew away. It wasn't until after Marlis had found her thick boots, her heavy coat, and her favorite boxing gloves (hey, they were requesting a match, after all), and made her way out to the foothills that she realized which mountain was Mount Carver.
Becdeni was, by and large, a mountainous region. In fact, leading cartographers had taken to labeling Becdeni's maps with two sections: "mountains" and "everything else." The mountains provided the
ReflectionsFor centuries we lay together;Reflections3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Past upon layered past.
But, fates are cruel in the present,
Cleaving we two apart instead of together.
I look at my own face in polished surfaces--
Hoping to see your eyes reflected somehow in mine,
Maybe you hope to see mine in yours?
As our bodies and hands were once so very close
I think on how our hearts and souls still are;
Still so inexplicably tangled together--
And they always will be.
No matter the distance to overcome.
Unexpected GuestUnexpected Guest3 years ago in Settings More Like This
their eye adjusted to the view and they saw her
Ultrawoman hovering over them
"There seem to be a party in here and i wasn't invited , don't mind me i'll just grab that robot standing over there and leave you two"
Jana looked at Joana
Joana and Joanne traded looks and they both pulled their guns and pointed it at Ultrawoman
"please , as if we didn't try this before , wait what was your name ? Joan ? Janny?"
Joanne replied to her angrily
"Its Joanne , and remember this "
she fire at Ultrawoman
" hah , that tickles "
Joana changed the setting on her gun
"Try this for size you fat Velorian"
Ultrawoman looked at Joana
"What you called me?"
but was interrupted by Joana firing on her
Ultrawoman suddenly fell to the ground
Joanne look at Joana and ask
"Is she dead ?"
they hear a goan
Joana throw her gun which was showing a bit of sparks and smoke at Jana
" Jana take Joanne and try to fix the gun , i'll hold Ultrawoman here"
End of the Love Curse Part BEnd of the Love Curse Part B9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm going to go call in a DNA exam favor." Hana said as her friend Alex was in a sad slump after a disastrous Valentines night and now was out of it, as her love shifted from a male to a female which the female was none other than Ocela, a visiting princess. "Till then try and cheer up Alex okay?" Hana said to Natalie and Mina as both girls looked confused as to what she had in mind, but nodded as Hana took her leave quickly.
"I hope my DNA gal is still around." Hana hoped rushing off down the hallway clad in a dark blue tight t-shirt with a black skirt with black tights and wearing brown below the knee boots.
"Uh-oh, looks like she may be on to your plan." Zena said as she and Shirley had been watching the events unfold through their tv in the apartment below through the many bugs and tiny cameras set up in Alex’s apartment.
"That Hana, she is Alex's best trump card." Shirley acknowledged drinking some tea.
"Shall I go have some fun with her?" Zena asked standing
An Amazon Odyssey, Part 4: Apollo's Bow“Uhhhh…”An Amazon Odyssey, Part 4: Apollo's Bow2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Where are we…what happened…”
Ultra Woman, White Owl, and Amazon Arrow were waking up, a couple of hours after they had encountered Parasite and had their powers and energy drained. The lights were bright, and they were trying to get used to that – as well as not being able to move. As the three heroines looked around, they realized their predicament: they were all hogtied, and suspended from the ceiling. They were still in their outfits – that was the only good thing they could take from it.
Ultra Woman was in the center, between the other two; and as she tried to pull herself down to the floor, she saw that the other two were being pulled up at the same time. And when one of them tried to pull down, it pulled her up.
“Hera,” Tania gasped, “we are all tied together…with my lasso!”
“Why, yes you are, Ultra Woman,” The King chuckle