Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 3Three weeks earlierAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 33 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 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 5One Week EarlierAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 53 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 6The Day BeforeAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 63 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 1PrologueAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 13 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: 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 EightSensation returned to Amanda suddenly and painfully. The first thing she became aware of was a pulsating, throbbing headache. The pain was so intense that, for an unknown time, it overwhelmed all other feeling.The Casket Caper - Part Eight1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then, as consciousness slowly returned, Amanda opened her eyes just a crack and found herself in pitch blackness.
Where was she?
Something was on her face.
She lay disorientated, confused by the crushing pain in her head, dimly perceiving a rhythmic sound which she identified as her own breathing.
Amanda now noticed that it was not just her head that hurt – her whole body ached from top to bottom. She tried unsuccessfully to sit up - and suddenly realised that she couldn't move. Her legs were bent up against her chest. Something bit into her ankles, holding them together. Her hands were pinned behind her back - they felt cold and numb.
A forlorn wail of despair formed in Amanda’s throat but she found that her mouth was sealed shut - the sad sound e
The Casket Caper - Part SevenSomething over an hour later...The Casket Caper - Part Seven2 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
The Casket Caper - Part FiveThe paper bore the elaborate letterhead of someone called the Marquis de Villard. Amanda translated from handwritten French scrawl.The Casket Caper - Part Five2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
‘To Monsieur Gilot, c/o Hotel Belleclaire, New York
Well done on your success in locating the clock. The item I require is contained within it. Once you have this object in your possession, kindly contact my secretary. He will arrange for collection, and payment of EUR50.000.
The clock must be opened as follows: hour hand is to be turned back and forth between the symbols below, according to the same sequence. Please act with discretion. After retrieving the item, please restore clock to its original state.
At the bottom of the letter, were inscribed four Egyptian hieroglyphs, which Amanda recognised as Reta (to give), Noob (gold), Nefer (beautiful) and Sat (daughter).
She looked up at the clock. It was made principally from black marble, but had a bronze sphinx looking dow
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 63 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
The Casket Caper - Part SixStalking surreptitiously through the Birtwhistle's top floor in search of a hiding place, Amanda found it deserted apart from museum staff. She passed a number of side doors and tried the handles, each time without success.The Casket Caper - Part Six2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
After many locked doors one finally gave: Amanda stepped through hurriedly, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that no-one had seen her.
The sound of a throat being cleared made her spin around in surprise.
She was in a long, wood-panelled room. A group of suited, elderly men regarded her with interest from behind a polished table.
“Oh!” said Amanda, feeling terribly silly.
She sensed a dozen pairs of curious eyes looking her up and down. Amanda looked down herself and saw her bare midriff and tiny shorts; she squirmed - her face flushing.
“I…..” her mouth opened and closed without making further sound.
“May we help you?” asked a bearded fellow from over his spectacles.
“Wrong room!” blurted Amanda and bolte
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 32 years 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
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 23 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’
Amanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 9AftermathAmanda Jones: Outfoxed, Part 93 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
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
FF7: Secret Materia Cave Pt. 2As Tifa was thinking no one was coming for her, she soon her something that sounded liked fighting and a female voice that was yelling a lot. Did someone come and save her? Or was it something else that just wanted to eat Tifa? Tifa soon herd a voice say don't move from a distance and Tifa soon felt like something had spun around her before she fell to the floor and landed on her side with a thud.FF7: Secret Materia Cave Pt. 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"mpunphpm." Tifa let out a short moan of pain but since the venom in her system didn't allow her to speak much and there was webbing over her mouth her moan of pain wasn't very loud.
Tifa laid there wondering what was going to happen next though she didn't have to wait long before she felt the silk around her being cut and pulled off. It didn't take long for whoever was doing it to get it off her and before Tifa knew it the silk over her face was pulled off and she came face to face with a stranger who had a cloak over their body.
"Well, who ever thought the mighty Tifa be reduce to this?" Th
Her roommate's feet"Ugh, yet another semester begins." Anne complained, as she was stacking her books onto the shelves. Anne was a beautiful brunette with deep auburn eyes. This is her second year at the school, and she was not happy to be back. She did not want the summer to end. Every day she would go to the beach, and every night she would go out with friends, not even thinking about the approaching school year.Her roommate's feet4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, look at it from the bright side! We're still roommates!" said Luba, sitting on a little red sofa. "And besides, look how cool this room is! Much cooler than the one we were in last year!" Luba was Anne's best friend and her roommate for the past year. She was a cute girl, one year younger than Anne. She had blond hair and blue eyes that were always full of optimism and joy.
"Cooler, but smaller..." Anne replied.
And indeed, the room they got was a lot smaller. There were two desks on one side, positioned face-to-face, and in the corner was the red sofa, as well as a small coffee table. O
Bookworm.I observed you in your concentrationBookworm.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers following spines lips murmuring titles
Before making your selection (or two... or three…)
And then with paper treasures in hand
You folded like living origami
Curling down and in on yourself
Into your favoured chair for hours
Hot tea slowly growing colder
With the world beyond the front and back covers
No longer existing.
Don't ask why...The more you have to ask;Don't ask why...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The more I will hide things away.
If you pry and pull and have to ask 'why'
You will never truly understand me--
And will only ever know half my secrets.
I will keep you guessing and searching;
I might lay out all of the keys for you,
But I won't tell you which locks they fit.
If you must look for my love so intently
Then you are not ready to truly have it.
Don't ask why-- just accept it.
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 Two2 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
Straight forwardHaving endured a yearStraight forward3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of change and terrible loss
I look straight forward
The meeting and discoveryThe meeting and discovery3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Jana jump and hold her mistress hand
"Wait mistress !"
both ladies looked Jana
Joana tried to shake her hand
"Jana what is wrong with you, she is pointing a gun at us"
Jana pointed at the mystery woman
"Mistress , My scans indicate there is over 90% Dna match with her"
Joana and the mystery Woman both shouted
Then Joana looked at the woman
"Wait are Joanne ?"
the mystery woman looked at her , still pointing her gun at her
"yeah , why you ask? "
Joana lowered her gun
"Yeah , this may sound crazy but i'm a future descendant of your , urm , wait a second"
she tried hard to remember
Joanne looked at Jana who smiled back at her
"Oh yeah yeah , there is a company that is using one of your patents , but isn't paying you , because you are using it as a shell for funnelling money , and you have a safehouse in..."
Joanne stopped her mid sentence lowering her gun and putting it back in its strap
"OKay okay okay Stop stop, yeesh , clearly you know me very good, what are you doing