Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 2Four weeks earlierAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 22 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;
Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 5One Week EarlierAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 52 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The evening before Mesoamerican Civilizations, Amanda tried her luck in the short loan library - albeit without much hope in her heart.
It was as expected. After reaching the third title on the reading list - and the third gap on the shelf - Amanda gave up. She headed to the main desk, plonking the list in front of Glenn.
"You wanted my phone number?" She took out her pen and scribbled on the paper.
Glenn looked up, bemused. "Erm, sure... cool."
"Here." Amanda handed him the list. "Give me a call when your girlfriend is done with the books."
Before Glenn could reply, Amanda spun on her heels and disappeared through the revolving door.
The next morning, Amanda woke early to a loud and angry sound. Rain splattered against her bedroom window, with force suggesting a will to get inside and drench her. Violent gusts of wind rattled the window pane, as if to emphasise the point.
Yawning, Amanda slid out of
Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 4Two Weeks EarlierAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 42 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 3Three weeks earlierAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The semester had started, the snow was melting, and Amanda was back into the swing of things. Her head was full of Ancient Babylonians and Chinese mythology. This is how Amanda preferred to be: busy, and not languishing alone.
It was the morning of the first Mesoamerican Civilization class; Amanda, clad in woolly sweater, jeans and boots, set off in good time for the seminar. She planned to stop off at the short-term library, and make her usual ploy of bagging all the necessary books; before everyone poured out of class, two hours later, and fought over them. She'd obtained the reading list early from Professor Coe, who'd been impressed by her evident enthusiasm for his subject.
This time, however, Amanda was in for a surprise: as she scoured the library shelves, tracing her finger one by one down the list, she found each time that it led her to a book-sized gap. After finding none of the texts in stock,
Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 6The Day BeforeAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda spent every spare moment translating the crumpled copy of the tablet. Many of the hieroglyphs were unfamiliar or unclear, but the Illiterati Codebook and Amanda's obsessive energy were up to the challenge. She had, nonetheless, a demanding timetable of classes, reading and essay deadlines to meet. The extra work was punishing and took its toll: one Latin seminar, Amanda's eyes felt heavy and she decided to rest her head on the desk - just for a few moments. She woke twenty minutes later, to a stern look from the teacher and the words 'Scholarae ne dormiat in auditorium!'
Late on the evening before Mesoamerican Civilizations, Amanda finally completed the translation. The half-tablet was not much use alone; combined with hers, its full story and purpose were clear. If Rachel possessed the actual tablet and not just a copy.... the possibilities were huge.
Amanda climbed into bed and turne
Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 8Rachel's Night OutAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 82 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 7The Night BeforeAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 72 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 1PrologueAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda's eyes flickered open. She let out a soft moan. Her head throbbed and her mouth was dry.
She looked up at the ceiling in her room, with its familiar cracks. Something was wrong. She felt cold.
It was dark outside... What time was it? Amanda turned her confused head to look at the alarm clock, feeling a damp patch on her pillow where she'd drooled into it. The clock's red display said 5:25, with a PM symbol on the right. A panic hit her - what day was it? In the dim light, Amanda's left hand groped for her phone, where another red LED flashed furiously. She examined the screen:
6 MISSED CALLS
But... why hadn't she heard the phone ringing beside her??
Amanda's long, graceful arm reached for the switch of her bedside light. Her deep blue eyes filled with brief, stabbing pain, as she took 40 watts in the face.
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
Amanda Jones and the TigraAmanda Jones and the TigraAmanda Jones and the Tigra3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Another speckle stream of sand descended from the stones above. Within seconds of its initial descent, it had landed right on the precious head of hair of Amanda Jones. Amanda sighed as she felt the sand hit her head and started to brush it off. Before her hand reached her head, she paused and sighed, "Egypt, better start adjusting to the environment. It's only been four days. Brushing sand out of my hair would be redundant now. But hey, that'll make the shower later all the more enjoyable." Her mind made up and a smile on her face, Amanda shined her flashlight down the narrow stoned walled, sand covered corridor and continued to travel downwards. It had been four days since she left the States for the first time to travel abroad with her college archeology class. For four days, Amanda and her class had enjoyed much of Cairo and the wonders the city had to offer
Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 9AftermathAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 92 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda Jones sat alone on her bed, counting the cost of Rachel's betrayal.
The tablet was gone, of course. Her passport had disappeared from the drawer. Most injurious of all, however, was the loss of the Illiterati Codebook. It had been her most prized possession, both invaluable and irreplaceable. Amanda wondered if Rachel appreciated its true value.
Rachel - where was she now? Presumably on her way to raid Lady Xoc's tomb - with Amanda's passport, to stop her following.
They were meant to have gone together. Against her material losses Amanda weighed the loss of her supposed friend. It hurt, deeply. She had been such a fool; trying to fill a Ciara-sized gap, she had put feelings onto a person who didn't merit them. Had Rachel ever cared about her? Or had she played her right from the start? Was she serious about teaming up - or
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 72 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’
Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 8Penelope began to stir once again. As she put her hand up to her head, her first thought was that as much as the thought of getting knocked out excited her, this was getting a bit much!Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wherever she was, it was dark. She was sitting on carpet, she seemed to be unrestrained, and still fully dressed. “Hello?” she called out weakly.
“Ah, you’re awake,” a familiar voice answered. Penelope could just make out the face of Thomas Blake as he knelt in front of her.
“Where am I…what happened…” the heroine known as Black Arrow mumbled.
“You and your friend got gassed, and we were told to bring you here. Something big is going down, and we may need your help, after all.”
“My friend…”Penelope breathed. “Curia? Where is she? Is she okay?”
“She’s fine…other than being unconscious, of course. We don’t have much time. The Deal
Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 6Lianne awoke slowly. As she opened her eyes, she realized she was in complete and total darkness. She had no idea where she was, or how long she had been there.Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hello?” she called out. But there was no response, just dead silence. “Hello?”
She didn’t hurt anywhere, and she couldn’t feel any kind of restraints on her; but, when she tried to move one of her arms or legs, she could only manage an inch or two before hitting something solid. The surface she was hitting felt like some kind of thick foam, and it seemed to be all around her.
The last thing she remembered was two men bursting into the law office she worked at, and clamping some sort of cloth over her face. She remembered a struggle, and then…nothing. Her mind searched for anything else, but she couldn’t come up with anything else.
Lianne remembered she had been helping her boss, Penelope, with a search on abductions in the
Amanda Jones in the village of peril: Part 3As Amanda's slim, toned unconscious body continued to slump down into Giles' grateful grasp, the look on her face changed from what was once shock, to sadness. Even though the beautiful American was lost deep within her unconscious state, the feeling of betrayal was still written all over her face. Her curvy body continued to slip down towards the ground. Her glossy, toned legs buckled further as she slid down. Giles hoisted the unconscious beauty up before giving her a soft kiss and lick on her neck.Amanda Jones in the village of peril: Part 31 year ago in Settings More Like This
"Hmmmm you're all mine miss Jones... It's a shame you'll never find out who damaged your car.."
The strange man laughed evilly to himself and then stopped. It was as if he hadn't realised that if someone is unconscious then they have no control over what happens.
An evil smile grew on Giles' face.
With that, Giles positioned his left hand over the knot in Amanda's cotton shirt. With a few soft tugs, it untied. The two halves of the shirt dangled loosely. A little less protection for Amand
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 22 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 32 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
Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 1Prologue:Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a cold and rainy Thursday evening, as the hotshot young lawyer, Penelope D’arcy, sat in her office. She had a lot on her mind; she was thinking about all of the events of the past few months that had brought her to where she was now.
Her life as a lawyer, while financially giving her everything she wanted, was quite without thrill; and so she had dreamed up an alternate persona called Black Arrow – a crimefighter of sorts, armed with lots of little gadgets she could cleverly conceal in the lined pockets of her shiny black suit. She had taken martial arts for months to get herself in peak physical condition; and then, a misdirected e-mail at work had led her to the Vanguard works, where she planned to sneak in and get proof of their highly illegal operations.
The mission had been a complete and utter failure.
She had managed to gain entry to the facility despite being knocked out by the electric fence; once inside, she got the evidence she wanted
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 52 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.
Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 4“You WHAT? You LOST her?” the man barked angrily into his phone.Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Sorry Boss,” came the response from Bob. “I had her on the monitor, she must have known where the cameras were…I haven’t taken my eyes off the screens the whole time, and it’s been 15 minutes since I last saw her…I swear, I never once looked away!”
“And you had better not. I’ll get our two new hires, Blake and Lawton, to track her down. You radio Blake the moment you see her on any of the cameras. Understood?”
“Yes, Boss,” Bob mumbled, not wanting to disappoint him any further.
The man clicked off and then placed another call. “Mr. Blake…it’s time for you two to start earning your pay. I have a guest that has gotten herself lost, and I need you to find her. She’s blonde, medium height, attractive and well built, and wearing a skintight black suit.”
Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 2Penelope D’Arcy sat at her desk, her head in her hands, trying to process everything that had just happened. Just a few minutes before, she had discovered that her assistant, Lianne, had been chloroformed and kidnapped, all because of Pen’s detective work in trying to connect the disappearances of several women to a string of casinos on the West End.Penelope's Next Mission: The Dealer, Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Penelope had been resisting the growing urge to once again become her alter-ego, the crimefighter Black Arrow, as her past experiences had been quite disastrous. But, she surmised, what choice did she have now? Her assistant, her friend, had been taken. Could she go to the police? Perhaps, but then she risked not only getting in trouble herself for illegally hacking into a secure corporate website, but also what these people might do to Lianne if they found out that the police were involved.
Penelope had no reason to believe that Lianne had been harmed as of yet, but she also knew she couldn’
Atlas... The first chanceAtlas...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to be with you,
I would drop the world.
You're not Atlas.
You don't have to carry the world,
Though you seem to try sometimes;
To shoulder every single burden.
You ought confess to that much.
Troubles and events
Beyond human control
These small things are straws
They only seem little weights
And it takes only one to break a back.
You must learn to let them go--
Else let me share the load.
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 11 year 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
FF7: Secret Materia Cave Pt. 1Two months ago, the World Regenesis Organization had found a hidden cave full of rare materia to the west of the Northern Crater on the Northern Continent. Rumors soon began to spread about WRO's discovery and when one girl who ran the 7th Heaven bar in Edge city herd about this rumor she remembered a conversation she had with a dear friend long ago. Knowing that a purification materia laid deep inside this cave, the girl close her bar down and made her way towards the newly found materia cave. Her only goal was to find the materia and use it to hopefully banish the darkness that laid deep in her friend's heart and soul.FF7: Secret Materia Cave Pt. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the girl made her way up a cliff to reach the cave, she was dressed in a thick white winter jacket with the hood up and she had a white scarf over the bottom part of her face with goggles over her eyes. She had on loose white skirt which had a black cloth coming out from it that went down to her ankles with white stockings with white boots