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2 chicken breasts, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
1 negi, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
Bamboo skewers (soaked in water to prevent burning)
For tare sauce (makes about 1/2 cup):
5 Tbsp soy sauce
5 Tbsp mirin
3 Tbsp sake
1 1/2 - 2 Tbsp of sugar *adjust the amount to your preference
A slice of ginger (optional)
Mix sugar, sake, mirin, and soy sauce in a sauce pan and stir well.
Put a slice of fresh ginger, if preferred.
Bring to a boil on high heat and turn down the heat to low and simmer until slightly thickened.
Stop the heat and set aside.
Thread chicken and negi on skewers alternatively.
Grill the skewered chicken and negi over hot coals until the surface of chicken turns white.
Brush the skewered chicken and negi with the sauce.
Grill until cooked through, brushing the sauce a couple of times.
How to make the Japanese appetizer Yakitori CHicken!

Recipe found here: [link]
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200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
70g sugar
1 tbsp corn starch

1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of  dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.

1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
yum, ever wanted some mitarashi dangos?

Well now you can make them!

follow the instructions above and enjoy the most popular dango in Japan!

Best part is, since the dumplings really don't have a taste, they can be dippe in things other than the mitarshi sauce! like:
melted chocolate
anything you're willing to try!
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We pulled up to an old two-story house; the white paint was chipping off, two windows showing in the front, a wooden door, and a small awning. Around it were two big oak trees on either side of the house, a small garden, grass, and a curving stone walkway. There was a long driveway leading down to a small garage. As soon as the car was stopped, I quickly hopped out of my mother's grey Toyota Camry, and rushed up the walkway to the door. "knock-knock-knockknock-knock-ding-dong!" The last note of the bell rang out, and then the sound of locks turning was heard. Brenan stood in the doorway, "Sammy!" He squealed wrapping me in a tight hug. "Bren Bren!" I said in the same tone as him, returning the hug. My mother's heals clicked annoyingly against the walkway, sounding her approach. "Hi I'm Samantha's mom. Is your father home?" Her fake smile, an enthusiasm, made my stomach curl up. "Yeah, let me go get him. You can come in if you like. Oh and Sammy?" He asked, looking me. "Yes Bren?" I responded. "I allow you to enter my home," He said putting his arm horizontally under his eyes, and in a voice that imitated Dracula's. "Oh ha, ha. Very funny," I said, kind of irritated. My friends always made vampire jokes to me because of how 'inhumanly silent' I could be, and my love/fascination with blood. I find it interesting, and I get called a vamp for it. I entered the house, my mother trailing behind me. "I'll be right back," Bren said before exiting the room to the one next to it. A little while later, Bren came back with one of his dads. "Hi I'm Brenan's dad Robert, but you can call me Rob," came the introduction of the tall, lean man in front of us. "Hello Rob, I'm Samantha's mom Sonia," my mother responded. Bren took me by the arm and pulled me off to the side, "Wanna go to my room?" "Is that even a question?" Was my response, he knew I hated my mother. "Then in that case, hello my name in Bren imagayboydealwithit Bren, and I will be your escort this evening," he said bowing towards me. I couldn't help but giggle, he was a character alright. He then turned around and started walking down the hallway to a staircase and walked up it, me trailing behind. He walked up to a black door with crimson red paint splattered across it, and in gold letters saying, "CAUTION!" on it. He got the idea of his door from me; I wrapped some of my grandfather's caution tape around my door because I wasn't allowed to paint it. I actually helped him paint the door, he brought the door when it was still white to my house when his parents were gone for 2 days, and my mom was working. Because we only live about a block away from each other, it was easy for him to go and leave easily from my house. He just told his dads he painted it, when they asked about it. "Nice door," I said smiling. "Why thank you, me and one of my really awesome friends painted it," he said returning my smile. "Well tell them I said they did a good job when you see them." "Will do, oh and by the way, one of my friends said you did a good job on the door." He then opened his door exposing his room; the walls were white, there were two windows, a bed in the corner, a television surrounded by video games and movies, a PlayStation, and a large bookcase. As I was looking around I saw someone on his bed leaning back, face hidden behind Bren's laptop. "Des, bro, Sam's here. Don't be rude and say hi," Bren said flopping back on his bed. Des looked up from the computer and looked up at me, "Hi, uh, Sam?" He gave me a questioning look, but continued to stare. "Yeah, it's Samantha but it you call me that we'll have some problems. You can call me Sam or Sammy, and hi," I said talking with my hands as normal. "Oh," he said looking a bit shocked by my outburst. "So, what cha lookin' at there Des?" I said walking over to him and sitting on the left of him because Bren was on the right, putting him in the middle. "Watchin' Human Centipede," He replied still looking at me. "Awesome!" I said and looked at the screen. They were at the end of the movie, when the old creepy guy was swimming in the pool and the other people were trying to get away. We watched the rest of the movie in silence, that is until I talking to the computer screen. "What the fuck? That is probably one of the most retarded things I have ever seen," I said pointing to the screen that showed the man that just slit his throat now dead on the carpet," I mean if I was in his situation I would never do that. He's so close to freedom and then he just kills himself! That's so stupid!" "I see you're really passionate about this," Des said looking at me, Bren also turned towards me. "I just think it's stupid that's all," I looked back at the screen, but I could feel Des still looking at me. Why does he keep staring at me? As if he read my mind, he looked back at the screen, credits now rolling.
We spent the rest of our time watching more movies, me and Bren talking about serial killers, listening to music, talking, and we went outside in Bren's back yard jumping on the trampoline. "Ah, fuck," Des said looking at his phone. "What?" Me and Bren said in unison. "I have to go, my mom wants me to go back home. Will you guys walk me?" "Yeah," Bren said smiling. They both looked at me, "Sure bro," I said sitting down and putting my shoes on. "Oh, I almost forgot, Sam, can I have your number?" "Yeah, sure," I said looking up from my now tied shoes taking his phone in my hand and dialing my number. "Thanks," He said when I handed him back his phone, "No problem. Now let's go, I don't want you to get in trouble with your mom." On the way to take Des home, I realized that he lives two streets down from me. "Dude, where do you live?" I asked stopping in front of my house. "Just down Elmore Street," He said also stopping. "Dude you live really close to me! That's my house!" I said pointing behind me at my house smiling. "Oh shit he does," Bren said looking a bit shocked, Des and I looked at Bren. "Bren Bren, you're slow, I love you, but you're slow," I said laughing a bit. Me and all my friends always say 'I love you' to each other. "Bren Bren?" Des questioned looking at me with furrowed brows. "Yeah, Bren Bren is what I call Brenan because he is my gay husband, and only I get to call him that because I said so," I say back hugging Brenan. "Okay?" Des said still looking a bit confused but he turned around and continued on to his house. Once we got to Des' house, we said good bye then left to my house. "Bye Bren!" I yelled back at him, he smiled and waved at me, then started back to his house. Once I closed the door, I went up to my room. I opened the door, turned on my stereo, and jumped onto my bed. "Caraphernelia" by Pierce The Veil came on, and then I felt a buzz in my pocket. I took out my phone and read the new text I got.
"Hey, it's Des
-ImBiWinningBitch- "
Sorry, I've been spending the night with people back to back and been really busy. So here's the next chapter. Comment please, tell me what you think! :)
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       "Doctor?" I called blindly into the TARDIS. I had just been in the library, looking for a good read, and I had came across a really dusty old book with the title worn off the side. When I picked it up to see if the title on the front was visible, and a picture fell out. The picture was of a very pretty girl with dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Ordinary enough, unless you know the Doctor. You see, in all the time I've known the Doctor, he's never carried, or owned, a picture. Not of anyone.       
       "Yeah, in here Emily!" I heard from somewhere to the left, so I started walking blindly in that general direction. I found the Doctor sitting in a fairly small room with four offwhite chairs and a wooden coffee table. I sat down in the chair closest to the Doctor, who was working on some sort of circuit or something. "Did you need something?" He asked, not looking up from what he was doing.
       "Well, I was in the library, you see, and I ran across this old book, and it looked really interesting, so I picked it up. Who is she, Doctor?" I asked, handing him the picture. I watched his expression shift from concentration on his work to some sort of deep sadness. "If...If it's something that you don't want to talk about, that's fine. I mean, I shouldn't've snooped anyway."
        "No, no. This is Rose. Rose Tyler. She was my companion for awhile, but she's gone now." I looked at the Doctor in shock. "No, no! She's not dead. No, she's fine. Parallel Universe, with me."
        "With you, Doctor? How?"
        "Well, it's really complicated. But, basically, one of my later companions, Donna Knoble, ended up accidentally creating a half human half Time Lord me."
        "And he's with Rose?"
        "Yeah, he is." There was that sadness again, just in his eyes.
        "You loved her, didn't you?"
        "Yeah, yeah I did."
        "And she you?"
        "Yeah. But now she's able to live a life with me, happily. And I'll age, and die. She has a me, but a me that she can settle down with."
        "But you were left alone."
        "I always am, in the end."
        "You've got me." I said, smiling.
        "Until you get bored of traveling."
        "That's never going to happen."
Story 48: Rose.

I'm working on the 50 Short Stories Challenge based off of Doctor Who using my original character, Emily Parkenson, and the Eleventh Doctor.

Emily Parkenson (c) me
Doctor Who (c) BBC
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A tall angel turned his head at the many calls for his name. He wore a simple light blue shirt and white jeans, but no shoes, and had long light brown hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail, save a few strands. His eyes were bluish green, and full of humor as the small group of angels bounced on the clouds toward him.

There were five, all of them at the age of ten, and all of them happy and winged.

In front was a girl with reddish hair which was pulled into loose pigtails. Her wings were bright red, green, yellow and blue, quite alike a scarlet macaw's. This was where she had gotten her name, Scarlet.

Behind her was a boy with fluffy light brown hair. His wings, where there were supposed to be feathers, there was soft, cool grey fur with black circles like a snow leopard's. His ears were fluffy leopard ears, too, and his name was Snow.

Running alongside each other was two blonds that were completely identical, aside from their wings. One had black, white, and bright blue wings that appeared to be alike a blue jay's, and the other had beautiful pale brown and white wings like a mockingbird's. These twins were Jay and Bird.

And then in last, behind the twins, was Sugar, who like Snow, had furry wings, but hers were pale brown and very thin. Her hands were very pink, and she had large eyes and rodent-like ears. She was like a sugar glider.

Every angel of this type was born with animal-like qualities, until they touched the earth, where the earth would turn their wings white and feathery, and a halo would appear above their head to show their pureness.

For now, they lived among the clouds, waiting to be old enough that it seemed proper to take them down to earth. Which perhaps, was sooner than they thought.

"Baaarn can we peek? Pleeeeease?" Scarlet begged the taller. He smiled.

"Of course you may. You all know how to fly by now, just try not to fall." Barn petted his bright winged daughter's hair.

He let out a chuckle as the angels excitedly got on their knees and stuck their heads into the clouds, each letting out their own expression of awe.

"It's so big down there!" Sugar squeaked, her large eyes scanning the wide, colorful land below them that seemed to go on forever.

"And colorful." Snow added, watching an ant sized dog heard tiny white sheep on the mountainside.

There was a loud 'WOAH' as the wind blew a few of the clouds away, and the twins fell through. They both quickly caught themselves in the air with their wings, laughing after a moment as they flew around under where the other angels were watching, also laughing.

They flew back up above the clouds, still flying around excitedly. The other angels joined them in their flying; before they saw older angels fly up through the clouds and land delicately, watching them with smiles.

The kids each flew into their own parent's arms, Scarlet's father was already there, but she hugged him around the neck anyways. Each parent had a halo and white wings.

Although, for most of them, there was only one parent standing in the clouds, as only one of their parents was an angel, except for Snow, who had two angel parents.

"Did you all forget what day it was?" Barn pushed Scarlet up as she began to slide off of him.

The little angels blinked, looking at him in confusion. Except for Jay, who his and Bird's father Sea was struggling to keep both of them in his arms without dropping them.

"Are we going down to the world today?" Jay said excitedly.

Barn nodded, and the angels flew from their parents arms to zoom around the air in excitement. Laughing with them, their parents all grabbed their own child's hand, and led them below the clouds. Their large white wings flapped slowly in comparison to the children's wings. Sea used both of his hands to lead Jay and Bird.

They were greeted by butterflies as they neared the bottom; they fluttered around them as though to welcome them to the earth.

The angels landed in a grassy field, their other parents standing in the field to greet their children. Most of the kids had only seen their human parent a few times, when their angel parent brought them up, since, as strange as it sounded to the children, the humans couldn't stand on clouds.

Sea touched the ground before the twins, but he lightly let them down. They hesitantly touched the grass with the tips of their toes, but then decided to stop flying and actually land on it. Bird gasped.

"It's so solid!" He exclaimed, taking a few steps as though to make sure it really was that solid. Jay laughed, and then ran, loving the feeling of stepping on grass. Sea joined his human wife at the side of the grassy clearing to watch the angels enjoy the grass for the first time.

"Woooow! Snow looook!" Sugar pointed to the snow leopard-like angel's wings. The fur on them was turning into feathers, and at the same time, the circles were fading. The color began to turn to white.

"You too!" Snow pointed to hers. Sugar's wings were also becoming feathery and white. Her rodent ears shrunk into human ears. Her large eyes, though, did not change.

Scarlet's bright red, yellow, green, and blue wings were slowly fading to white. "Jaaay! Your wings are so preeetty!"

Jay's wings were changing to white rather quickly. "So are yours!" He smiled, and then looked around for Bird to see his wings. He was sure Bird's wings wouldn't take long to change at all; they were already so lightly colored.

Bird was on the edge of the clearing on his knees, facing away from the group. Jay wondered why he was over there… didn't he want to enjoy this with everyone else? He had been looking forward to this day as much as Jay.

"… Bird? Are you okay?" Jay walked around him to his front.

His twin, who had his head down, slowly looked up at him. His wings were slowly whitening. His face was full of pain, tears in his eyes.

"It… it really hurts…" He said quietly, not looking to see the parents' reactions to him being on his knees instead of running around. They knew what was going on, most of their faces seemed to say that they knew this was going to happen, but they had hope that it would not…

"Wh-why? Bird you'll be a really great angel—" Jay was cut off by his own and Bird's gasp.

His twin's wings, as soon as they were almost white, began to quickly grey, and so did his hair so that it was no longer its adorable light blond. He wrenched his head down in pain as a few feathers fell from his wings, and the black magic infected his body.

Where the feathers were on his wings, red blood poured out, and even more feathers fell. Blood continued to pour from his wings where feathers previously were.

Jay was frozen in horror, as he had never seen anything so awful. He grabbed his brother's shoulders, trying to pull him up. "Bird—Bird what's wrong!? Please—"

He didn't know what to say. He wanted so badly to help him, but he had no idea what to do. "What's happening?" Jay cried, shaking his brother's shoulders slightly. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew it wasn't supposed to happen.

Bird slowly looked up at him again. His eyes were no longer bright blue, but were dark grey, and seemed ten times deeper, as though Jay were looking into an endless pit of nothingness.

And just like that, Bird was a complete stranger to him.

"… Brother?" Jay whispered, hardly recognizing him anymore.

"I…" Bird stared back at him bleakly. His wings were nothing more but grey skin and bones, with a few feathers hanging off limply. Blood was still dripping from the tips of his feathers, behind him was a pile of grey feathers and scarlet blood, the white fabric draped around him was stained with it.

It was though all the red blood in his body had just come out of his wings—which was true; it had bled out so that his body could replace it with black blood.

Looking at his brother, he suddenly felt as though he had been filled with a great sadness, like his heart was being pulled down into nothingness. At the same time, it was as though he felt nothing. Like nothing could ever be beautiful again.

As soon as the empty feeling came over him, he also began to feel something he had never felt before… Hatred. Sorrow. Jealousy. Angst.

Why was he like this? Suddenly Jay did not seem like the brother that he held so close to his heart. The sight of Jay's almost pure white wings made the angry feeling grow inside him.

Why did Jay get to be an angel? Why wasn't Bird like him? What was wrong with Bird? He didn't deserve this, he never deserved this. He was just as good as Jay.

"Brother, please, tell me you're okay…" Jay had tears in his eyes, wishing Bird would say something. Anything, just to know his brother wasn't dying.

"… I… I don't want to be your brother anymore." Bird's words came from a shuddered breath.

"… Wh-what?"

"Leave me alone." The grey haired twin half growled, giving him a cold stare.

"… But… you're my brother…" Jay looked as though he couldn't believe him. "Please, Bird…"

"I don't want to be your brother!" Bird snapped, getting to his feet and pushing Jay away from him, making Jay almost fall backward. "Go away!"

Jay's arms fell limply to his sides. Everyone else in the clearing was watching by now, all with worried expressions.


"I HATE YOU!" Bird lashed out, swinging his arm and hitting Jay's face. He fell into the grass, not getting up knowing that his brother would only hit him again.

With that, Bird ran out of the clearing, away from the rest of the angels, down the mountain, and never looked back. None of the adult angels pursued him. It would be useless.

It would only have made him angrier to look back. As soon as Bird disappeared into the trees, still on the ground, Jay's wings fully changed to white, and a halo appeared over his head with a small pop.

He wasn't able to enjoy any of this, thinking of his ten year old brother, with grey eyes, wings, and hair, running away from them, now having a reason to cry for the first time in his life.

Meanwhile, Bird ran, and ran, having no idea where all this energy was coming from. He felt filled with more and more hatred. He wished he hadn't slapped Jay. He wished he had killed him instead. It built up inside of him so much that he felt as though his chest was going to burst from the amount of emotion inside it.

He was almost blinded by it, as he didn't notice when it began to get dark, nor did he notice when he ran into the outskirts of a village, but he did notice when he ran into a man's legs.

"Hey kid, watch where you're going—"

The man turned around to look at him. He had semi-long brown hair, but it was messy and shorter in some areas, but in others, it was touching his shoulders. He wore a rather shabby old top hat, along with a grey vest. There was something odd about him…

"… Hey, what's wrong?" He took a hand out of one of his pockets to adjust his hat, raising it so that he could look at him. "… Did you just come from the mountains? But you're not an angel, are you?"

"N-no." Bird growled.

"… Waait, you're an dark angel, aren't you? The kind infected with black magic?" Seeing the child's confusion, he went on. "I've heard some angels are born infected with a type of very dark magic, which is actually being debated over whether or not they should make it illegal to practice right now, and I'm also very skilled in using it. I could teach you more, if you like, since I guess you could say we're a little alike." He shrugged.

Bird blinked. "… Who are you?"

He chuckled. "Rylan Kruse. I'm the leader of a group of vampires."

"… What's a vampire?"

Rylan raised an eyebrow at him. "… You just came from the clouds, I assume?"


"I thought so." Rylan put his hand back in his pocket. "Here's the deal, kid. I can see you've got some real potential in you. I'm going to go back to my group now; your choice is whether or not to follow me. I'll tell you now; we're not going anywhere good. We don't save lives like the people I'm sure you're used to hanging around. We're not like that.. But, I will teach you anything you want to know, and we're something you could be a part of. So, do whatever the hell you want."

With that, the vampire turned, and began walking away into the darkness of the forest.

Bird stood for a moment. He looked back where he had been running from, where he could just barely see the top of the mountain where he had lost his feathers. It was dim now, as the sun was disappearing behind the same mountain.

He stared for a few moments, before moving his gaze to where Rylan had disappeared… Rylan was darker than anyone he had ever met. Bird had lived in a world of angels, he had no idea there were such people out there that could look so… bad.

But… he seemed to understand what was wrong with him… he even said they were alike. Bird was nothing like his brother anymore… maybe he was meant to meet this Rylan character.

It only took one look back at his pitiful wings, if they could even be called that, to make him run after the vampire.
... well that didn't take very long to write at all. I think I could get used to short stories! XD


Poor Jaaay and poor Biiiird ;o; Oh my god, I got so sad writing about Bird getting all dark and sad and hate-y. It hurt Jay so much. ;o;

Andddd, I wanna be all 'oh noes he went off with evil vampire dude' BUT Cruz DID tell him that he wasn't a good guy, so it was Bird's desicion.

Actually, I'm not sure Bird actually ever let Cruz cut his hand... He's a vampire, but he didn't want Cruz to control him. He just stuck around because he didn't have anything better to do, and he sort of becomes friends with him.

And yes, this happened waaaay back. Before Cruz was considered a criminal for using black magic, so he hadn't bothered changing his name yet.

Also, you meet Snow, Sugar, and Scarlet! (Didn't realize they were all S names until now...)
They're all still alive, perfectly angelic. Actually I have plans for Sugar to appear in one of those stories in my journal. Not sayin which one, buuut~ ;D
Okay I am so sad that Snow had to go and become a proper angel. I doodled him when he was still leopard-y and omg he's cute as pie ;u;<3

By the way, Barn is short for Barn Owl, and Sea is short for Seagull. XD They're allllll named after animals. Silly angels. XD

Anyway, it's two thirty, so I should get to bed... hurr durr I'm blabbery.

Also the title... couldn't think of anything... so that works I think. XD
And I really hope this makes sense to everyone. I'm tired, so I wouldn't be surprised if I made it a little... ununderstandable.
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A/N: Hey everyone! Another songfic for you!
Listen here please!


Oh, I don't know why you're not there

I give you my love, but you don't care

So what is right and what is wrong?

Give me a sign

    The pit of growing anxiety that was your stomach began to churn. Every step, every thought, every breath reminded you of him. You had always been a fighter, a survivor, but you didn’t know how you could possibly win this battle when it was against yourself. Every part of your mind told you to get up and continue on without him, but then your heart would begin to ache and your stomach would explode with unresolved nerves. Deep down you knew that you still needed him in your life and that the two of you would meet again in the future. You just didn’t know when.

    A sigh passed through your parted lips as you looked at your reflection. Your face had grown thinner; the anxiety being so bad on most days that you couldn’t even eat. It’s not that you didn’t want to eat, you physically couldn’t. When you finally managed to stomach the food, you just felt like you would throw it up anyways, so you just stopped eating. It was easier than having the food settling uneasily in you. So you ate when you could and lost weight as a result. You had always wanted to be thinner anyways.

    You walked from your bathroom and sat on your bed. It was comfortable, but far too empty. He had helped fill all the spaces in your life, so now that he was gone you were left with half of everything. The bed was too big without him, the walks too lonely…

    You shook your head at where your thoughts were going. You knew you would be okay if you could just get him out of your head. That was where your real troubles began; getting him out of everything that you did.

    You stood in frustration and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge by habit. Nothing had changed since you last opened it, so you closed the door with a sigh.

What is love?

Baby, don't hurt me

Baby, don't hurt me

No more

    Your main regret was falling in love with him. His onyx locks, his piercing eyes that always knew how to read your face. Despite his outer stoic demeanor he was soft and gentle on the inside. He had cared deeply about you and you had fallen for every minute of it.

    There had been no bad between you two. That made it so much harder. He had been your perfect man; the best thing that had ever happened to you… And now he wasn’t there anymore; gone like each second that ticks by. He was something you had loved and had never imagined you would lose. But you did lose him; he had left, like everyone else.

    The one condolence you were left with was that he hadn’t wanted to leave you. His career had demanded him to be elsewhere, and so he had no choice. Maybe he hadn’t fallen in love with you quite yet or perhaps he would have asked you to come with him. But he had voiced his regret over leaving you while he left. He had acknowledged how much you meant to him, so at least you had that.

    A tear softly rolled down your cheek. You didn’t bother to wipe it away; there was no one to see anyways.

    You knew that no matter how much he had liked you, you still weren’t with him anymore, and that was what hurt you the most. You wanted nothing more than to be with him always, for that was what love created; a big mess of all your feelings that centered around that one special person. But regardless of his feelings or yours, you were still hurting, still crying.

Oh, I don't know, what can I do?

What else can I say? It's up to you

I know we're one, just me and you

I can't go on


    You wanted to fight for him, wanted him to see all that he meant to you, but you didn’t quite know how. He had already ended things so what more could you do? If he wanted to be with you then he would take the risk with you, but he didn’t, so what did that mean?

    You quickly stood in frustration. You had been left with so many questions and you didn’t know where to find the answers.

    Your phone began buzzing and you quickly fetched it from the counter. It wasn’t him, so you let it ring to your voicemail. You didn’t feel like dealing with the world.

    You sat down as the anxiety built in your core. Your head fell into your hands as a sob racked your body. You were sick of crying over him, but at the same time it was all you could do to remember how much he meant to you. It was a reminder that there is life after being broken. You just had to get through this, and then you would see.

    But until then you didn’t quite know how you would be able to survive on your own. Sure, you were managing to get by, but you weren’t happy. He had brought you to life after feeling dead for so long. You didn’t want to return to that point and even the thought of it terrified you. You wanted to be with him; with Levi.

    Thinking his name caused you to cry harder, his face entering your mind, his voice, his gentle touch. You couldn’t continue like this!

What is love?

Baby, don't hurt me

Baby, don't hurt me

No more


    You stood and quickly reached for your phone, dialling your best friend Krista’s number. The phone rang twice.

    “Hey girl, what’s up?” She answered.

    “Are you busy?” You sobbed.

    “Oh no, not again?” She said, automatically knowing what was wrong, “No I’m not busy, we can talk.”

    “Krista I don’t know what to do! Every thought is of him! I try to do something and then he snakes his way back into my head!” You exasperated.

    “I know it’s hard, and I’m sorry you have to go through this. But you have to remember that it didn’t end on a bad note! Things are okay between you two and that’s good – that’s more than most people can say when a relationship ends.”

    “I know, I know, but I want this pain to stop,” you said frantically, grabbing hold of your hair as you sat down again.

    “It will, just like the last time your heart was broken. Remember that thing you always say? The only constant in life is change. This will pass, just as everything always does,” she said calmly. You took a deep breath, attempting to sooth your nerves. Krista was right, you knew that. But it still didn’t stop the pain in your heart.

    “Thank you, Krista. I’m going to go now though,” you said.

    “Have a good day, girl. I love you,” she said before hanging up.

    You gripped your phone in your hand and slowly slumped to the floor. You wished he would call you. You wished he had at least wanted to take the risk of long distance. Other couples did it and succeeded, so couldn’t he at least have tried?

    You lifted the phone to your face and scrolled through the pictures of him. His face was always so kind and loving when he was with you. The way he looked at you made you feel like you were the most special girl in the entire world, like you had actually meant something to him.

    Over and over he had called you beautiful, made you blush like a schoolgirl when you received his compliments. So how could he have quit it all just like that?

    Maybe you would never know, maybe one day he would come back to you, or maybe your love for him would fade away. You didn’t know what was going to happen, but that didn’t change the here and now. You were broken, and those feelings were what you knew.

I want no other, no other lover

This is our life, our time

When we are together, I need you forever

Is it love?

So I want to let you all know that this fic is very personal.
Everything written here is what I am going through, it is what I am feeling, and it is the truth 100%.
Normally I am one to write poetry when my feelings become overwhelming but there were no poems forming in my brain, so I wrote it out as best I could in a little fic. 

Thank you to everyone who reads! I really mean it when I say I love you all :heart: You guys inspire me to keep writing and to keep my dream of being an author alive. So thank you :love: 
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The lights flickered and flashed in the evening sun as the sounds of music and children shouting rippled through the air. A late Autumn breeze blew down from the hills, blowing scraps of paper, fallen leaves and skirts of women about their knees. The smell of popcorn, corn dogs, and spun sugar drifted with the wind reaching noses and rumbling the tummies of young and old alike. The crank of machinery and the growl of motor's mingled with the music as the fun park rides twirled and swung the revelers with glee.

Unnoticed by the crowd, a tall man and a young woman strolled arm and arm, smiles on their faces, lightness in their footsteps as if they had not a care in the world. A hat sat lightly upon his head, curls sticking every which way from the bottom. He was dressed warmly for the evening, long tweed coat, a scarf looped around neck, lightly dragging the ground as they walked. She reached out and grabbed one end of the scarf wrapping it around her own neck for a moment, laughing, before letting it fall back at his side. Her own light cotton dress swishing about her knees, a wrap draped loosely on her shoulders.

The young woman looked up at the man, her dark brown eyes in rapt attention to what he was saying. His own bright blue eyes, twinkled with his smile, as he pointed at a few of the gameing booths, explaining how each game was supposed to work, and how if one was very, very cleaver, they could beat the game and win a prize.

"Oh and I suppose you're cleaver enough to win are you?"

The man frowned for a moment before a grin lit upon his face, his teeth shining in the lights of the carnival.  "Why of course."

"All right then prove it." She grabbed his hand and led him to one of the booths.

"Win a prize for the little lady?" The barker called out.

"I don't see what her size has to do with anything."  the man quipped glancing at his companion.


The Doctor's only respeonse was to smile bigger.

"Listen mate, are you havin' a go or not?"

The young woman looked up at the Doctor, "Well, put up or shut up, I believe they say."

The Doctor's smile fell away, "Very well Sarah." Fishing a pound note out of his coat pocket, he slapped it down on the stalls table. "Here you go my man."

The barker took the note and replaced it with three large balls. "All right mate. Good luck."

Sarah grabbed one of the balls and tossed it in the air. "Well Doctor," She gave it one more toss before handing it to him. "Time for cleverness."

The Doctor took the ball and hefted it a few times, "You see Sarah, the goal of this game is to knock all the pins at the end of that table on the ground."


"Yes really." He eyed the pins for a moment before turning back to his companion, "You see, the problem is that the pins are slightly off center, and weighted at the bottom making it virtually impossible to knock them all down."

"Oh." Sarah's head nodded, as she turned and looked at the pins. "They look perfectly fine to me."

"Sarah as you well know," The Doctor grinned, "Looks can be deceiving." He took a step backwards, drawing the ball close to him, "But if one knows right where to aim," He brought his arm back, eyes narrowing in concentration, lips drawn tightly together, "and the exact force in which to throw," snapping his arm forward the Doctor released the ball sending it hurtling towards the pins, "There!"

Sarah watched as the ball flew out from the Doctor's hand and hurtled towards the pins, missing completely. Her mouth dropped open, head swinging around to stare at the Doctor as he stood stock still, staring at where the ball should have landed.

"You missed!" Laughed Sarah, her eyes beginning to water.

The Doctor finally moved, his hand lowering to his side.

"You missed Doctor!"

"Yes, I can see that Sarah thank you." He scowled grabbing another ball. "I simply miscalculated that's all." Taking his stance once again, he winded up and threw, the ball missing it's intended target again.

Sarah's laughter now came out at full force. She doubled over, her arms resting across her stomach. "And...what w-w-was that D-D-Doctor? An-n-nother mis-"

"Yes, yes it was Sarah! Now quiet I have one ball left!" The Doctor barked snatching the ball off the table. He leaned back and let the ball go, watching as it hit the back of the booth with a dull thud. "Something is off."

"Y-y-yes Doctor. I do think so." Sarah cried, tears falling down her face, as laughter racked her body.

"Care for another go mate?"

The Doctor said nothing as he reached in his pocket and pulled out another pound note.


A good while later Sarah hugged the small plush to her chest. "Thank you Doctor"

The Doctor only scowled, pushing his hands deeper in his pockets, as they made their way back though the crowds to where the Tardis was parked.

"He really is a lovely little snugly." Sarah slid her eyes over to the moping Doctor. His hat rode low on his head, nearly covering his eyes.

She pulled her wrap tighter around her shoulders, the cool chill of the night air settling around her. Sarah felt the Doctor's arm settle around her shoulders pulling her close. She looked up, to see him staring down at her, "Don't want you to catch cold."

A ghost of a smile passed Sarah's lips, as she leaned closer to him. "I'm sorry I laughed at you."

The Doctor looked back down at her, "It's all right Sarah."

The strolled back to the Tardis, Sarah snuggling her prize, the Doctor's arm draped around her shoulders, ignoring the shouts of children, the music and the lights. The smells of the food and the grinding of gears.

No one paid any mind to the tall strangely dressed man and the young woman holding a small stuffed owl in her arms. Nor did anyone notice as the couple drifted away from the crowds, down a back alley and up to where a  large blue police box stood.

The Doctor lifted his arm from Sarah's shoulders and dug into his pocket for his key.


"Yes Sarah.

"I'm sorry you lost so much money tonight."

The Doctor placed the key in the lock and turned, "Now Sarah, what's 30 pounds between friends?"

Sarah smiled up at him as he opened the door, and motioned for her to step inside. Soon as they were both through the doors he tossed his hat on the time rotator, and placed his jacket on the coat rack. Sarah began to walk back to the hallway before stopping and turning around.


"Hmm?" He had already begun to fiddle with the knobs and leavers on the center console, his mind on the next adventure to be had.

Sarah walked slowly up to him, and placed a hand on his arm. He turned, his eyes wide, almost startled to see her so close. Sarah smiled shyly before raising on her toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

"I had a wonderful time tonight." She said softly, hen twirling around quickly she made her way back to her room.

The Doctor eyes lingered on her retreating form as she made her way down the hallway. A slow smile spread onto his face as he turned back to the Tardis's console, pressing down a leaver sending them into the time vortex.
So yes...I'm officially shipping Four/Sarah. Heck...I may be going for full on Doctor/Sarah. I just really love Sarah Jane. She is so wonderful!

Anyway...after watching "Hand of Fear" I saw the little fluffy owl she brings with her and just thought...hmmm...that could make a cute story. So here it is!
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This is a character development sheet. It's used to help think outside the box for character creation. When making a character you want the character to be as real to your audience as the character is to you.

To use this character development sheet, save it on your computer, but leave the author information for the sheet at the bottom. You might need it to find my website to see if I have anything new for you to use. Fill it out for each main character you write about. Then save the filled out sheets in a folder so you can refer to them as needed.

Not all of the information you'll put in the development sheet will be known to your audience, this is just to help you see the character as a real person so you'll understand better how the character would actually react in the situations you throw at them. This way you won't force a character to make a decision that isn't really them.

If the character doesn't seem the type to make the decision you want them to make for the story line, you must then find a reason they would make such a choice or replace them with one of the other characters you have that would make that choice. To further develop a character you might try acting them out in private role plays. Look back on how the character seemed before you took the time to develop them and look at how much they changed from what they were to a realistic character that seems almost alive to you. You'll be glad you took the time to work the character out this way.

Now you must keep in mind that these questions relate to the character, and you shouldn't choose your likes and dislikes for the questions. Choose what the "character" would choose, even if you don't like it. This way you can make realistic characters people will both love and hate. O_~

Basic development
1) Write a short biography for this character.
2) What is your character's name?
3) How old is he/she?
4) What does this character look like?
5) What is your character's race/species?
6) What planet/world/dimension/time frame is this character from?
7) What kind of powers does this character possess?
8) What abilities does this character have?
9) Does this character have a super high, high, normal, low, or super low intelligence?
10) What hobbies would/does this character enjoy doing?
11) Does this character suffer from a disease or curse?
12) Does this character have any fears or phobias?
13) Does this character have any weaknesses or flaws?
14) Does this character carry any nicknames?
15) Is this character loved or hated?
16) Is this character famous or infamous?
17) What is this character's sexual orientation?
18) Is this character still a virgin?
19) What kind of family does this character have?
20) Is this character single, taken, or other?
21) What kind of relationships have this character had?
22) Is this character a criminal?
23) Is this character currently in school?
24) Describe this character's personality.
25) Is this character a passive or aggressive person?
26) Does this character have a bad temper?
27) Is this character impatient?
28) How does this character handle their emotions?
29) Does this character fight or think their way through situations?
30) Can your character eat? If so do they like too?
31) What is this character's favorite food (if applicable)?
32) What is this character's favorite drink (if applicable)?
33) Does this character play any musical instrument?
34) What's this character's favorite type of music?
35) What's something funny about this character?
36) Does this character have any habits?
37) Does this character use foul language?
38) Does this character smoke cigarettes, cigars, or a pipe?
39) Does this character like to drink alcoholic beverages?
40) Does this character do any illegal type drugs?

In depth development
When answering these questions view your character in every day life here in the present where you live, then answer the questions. Even if you have a question about TV and the character lives in a world where there is no such thing, imagine them living here and think about what they would do with all the current technology like a TV. If they've never seen a TV before, they may be shocked, might call it the Devil, or might dismiss it as some crude form of magic. Maybe they'll dismantle it out of curiosity. All part of the fun.

1) What kind of home would they live in?
2) Would they keep their home clean or would it be messy?
3) What would the kitchen look like?
4) What kind of snacks would they hide in the kitchen?
5) What would the inside of the fridge look like?
6) What would their bathroom look like?
7) What would their living room look like?
8) Would they own any pets?
9) What kind of TV would they have?
10) What would their favorite TV shows be?
11) What would their bedroom look like?
12) What would they have under their bed?
13) What kind of books would they read?
14) What magazines or catalogs would come in the mail?
15) What kind of vehicle would this character drive?
16) What would this character do on a Friday or Saturday night?
17) What would they do on Sunday morning?
18) What kind of restaurant would they prefer to go too?
19) What would they go to see at the movies?
20) If this character went to apply for a job, what kind of job would they get?
21) When showing up for a job interview, how would they dress and present themselves?
22) What store would they shop for clothes in?
23) Where would they buy groceries?
24) Would they have a room mate?
25) Would they own a computer, if so what kind would they own?
26) Would they participate in any community events?
27) Would they go to the gym?
28) Would they play any sports?
29) What is their favorite color?
30) What kind of shoes would they prefer to wear?
31) What religious preferences would they have?
32) Are they shy or outgoing in social gatherings?
33) What kind of parties would they throw or go too?
34) What kind of websites would they visit?
35) What kind of school would they go too?
36) What kind of grades would they make in school?

This list was developed by Christine Weiser. Website: Please, if you spread this sheet around to hopeful writers and character creators, leave the author information.
:bulletgreen: To use my list please leave the author information at the bottom.

This is a sheet I designed to develop my own characters. I vamped it up so everyone can use it.

I decided to release it in light of these News Articles by :icondantesgirl:

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You may also want to check out the The Universal Mary Sue Litmus Test
Personally I think the test is still a bit too unbalanced for Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Comic Book, and other Fiction characters and I'll probably make a more balanced version in flash later

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*It was early morning in the vast farmlands of Equestria. By the side of a dirt road was a large yellow tent sitting next to Nikola's Automobile. Inside the tent, Lian was still fast asleep in her sleeping bag with her pet red panda Lili sleeping on top of her. Suddenly, a strange high pitched buzzing noise stirred them both from their sleep*

Lili: Hrrm?

Lian: Hmm, what is that? *looks over to see that Nikola's sleeping bag is empty* What are you doing this early?

*Nikola was outside monitoring a device on the ground that seemed to be filled with water. On one side of the device, a small pipe gave out a high pitch whistle. On the other side was a hose that snaked its way onto a large canister. The gage on the canister was reading it was almost full*

Nikola: Just about done here, Einstein. A few more seconds and we'll have enough Hydrogen to make it to the Ibex Empire.

*Einstein, Nikola's guinea pig, simply rolled past him in his plastic ball*

Lian: *steps out of the tent and lets out a giant yawn as she stretches* Nikola. *yawns* What are you doing?

Nikola: Oh, good morning, Lian. I was just using my vaporator to collect more hydrogen for my automobile's fuel cells.

Lian: Well, could you do that a little quieter?

Nikola: This is as quiet as it gets. After all, I am separating the molecular bonds of the hydrogen and oxygen atoms found in water molecules so I can use the hydrogen to fuel the automobile.

Lian: Okay. Okay. Let me… Let me just wake up somehow.

Nikola: Very well. I'll just finish up here, break down the campsite, and we can go into town for some breakfast.

Lian: Sounds good. I'm…I'm going… I don't know, splash some water on face maybe.

*Nikola smiles and shook his head at his half asleep friend. As he did so, Einstein bumped into his leg*

*An hour later, Nikola and Lian were driving towards the nearby town. Both Einstein and Lili were in the backseats*

Lian: I don't know how you do it.

Nikola: Do what?

Lian: Sleep for only three hours a night.

Nikola: Well, it was pretty difficult when I first started, but I adjusted to it.

Lian: I don't think I could do it. I need at least eight hours. *pulls out a map* Okay, it says the next town over is Flankersfield. I suppose we could stop there for breakfast. You still eat breakfast, right?

Nikola: Oh, of course. Eggs and wheat toast with apple butter, a favorite of mine.

Lian: Well, you might be in luck with the apple butter. We seem to be passing by an orchard.

*Nikola looked around to see fields of trees full of fresh apples of every variety*

Nikola: Well, how about that. *finally directs his attention forward and sees a large group of ponies and people gathered on the road*

Lian: Look at all those people and ponies. What do you think is going on up there?

Nikola: Maybe they're having some kind of sale. Let's pull over and see.

*Nikola pulled off to the side of the road and the two exited their vehicle to join the crowd*

Lian: *taps on some man's shoulder* Excuse me, but what is going on here?

Man: *turns to look at Lian* Cider sale, that's what. We're all trying to get some before the farm here runs out! Then we'll have to wait till next week before they make any more!

Lian: *looks to Nikola* Oh Nikola, did you hear that? Cider!

Nikola: Well, not quite the apple butter I was hoping for, but I do love a good cool mug of cider.

Man: You and about everyone else in Flankersfield. They usually run out before  everyone can get any.

Lian: Oh dear.

Nikola: Well maybe we'll get lucky. I'm fine with sharing if it comes down to it.

Lian: Okay, I suppose we could wait.

*Half an hour later, the family selling the cider poured the final cup*

Apple Farmer: That's it! Last cup of the week has been served!

Pony Mare: Oh, for crying out loud!!

Man 2: I've been in line for three hours!

Lian: I guess we're too late…

Nikola: Easy come, easy go I suppose. I guess today wasn't our day.

Lian: Hmm… Maybe we could do something to help them.

Nikola: You think?

Lian: It wouldn't hurt to try.

Nikola: Well, I suppose we could.

Lian: Let's go talk to them.

*Moments later, the two of them were talking to the family that owned the apple orchard in front of their cider stand. The male figure was a tall, middle aged person, with brown, balding hair, and a skinny figure, wearing a green shirt, brown hat, coat, and blue overalls. The female figure was slightly shorter than the male figure, with a slight plump figure and short blonde hair, wearing a green dress and light blue apron*

Apple Farmer: Sorry kids, no more cider till next week.

Nikola: Actually, sir, we were wondering if we could help you somehow.

Apple Farmer: *raises an eyebrow* Huh?

Apple Farmer's Wife: You two must be strangers to these here parts, hmm?

Lian: We were just passing through and thought you could use some help. My name is Lian Hu, and this is my friend; Nikola Thomason.

Apple Farmer: *holds out his hand* Bill Macintosh, owner of Macintosh Fields. This here's my wife, Emily.

Mrs. Macintosh: Howdy.

Lian: *shakes Bill's hand* A pleasure, I'm sure.

Nikola: Excellent. Now if you would allow me a moment of your time, I think I've figured out a method that could easily triple your cider output.

Mrs. Macintosh: Oh, have you tried our cider yet?

Nikola: Not yet, but we have heard wonderful things.

Lian: The only complaint being that you run out before everyone can have some.

Mr. Macintosh: Well, our cider is good, though maybe not as good as the kind made at Sweet Apple Acres. Here. *pulls out a mug from under the stand* I saved a mug for Emily and I. Why don't you two have a sip?

Lian: Thank you very much, Mr. Macintosh. *takes the mug and takes a small sip* Mmmm, so sweet. I love it.

Nikola: Let me try some. *takes a sip from the mug* Ah! Superb! Now I really want to help.

Mr. Macintosh: Hmm… We could use a few more ranch hands around the farm. But how do you plan on helping us with the cider?

Nikola: Give me three hours, access to your tools and machinery, and some apple butter on wheat toast.

Mr. Macintosh: Machinery? Oh no, no, no, no, no. Around here, we make cider the old fashioned way. We have no need for any new fangled contraptions.

Mrs. Macintosh: It's our family's tradition. Heck, we don't even have a tractor, just a horse and plow.

Nikola: Well, now I'm starting to feel that proverbial fish out of water.

Lian: I know you can do it, Nikola. You are the smartest person I know.

Nikola: Okay, okay, let me just… *closes his eyes and moves his finger around in a strange motion until his eyes suddenly shoot open* I'VE GOT IT!!! Lian, start kicking the apples out of the trees!

Mrs. Macintosh: Huh? You want her to…applebuck our trees?

Nikola: That's one way of putting it.

Lian: Don't worry, I won't hurt your trees or anything.

Mr. Macintosh: You sure you're strong enough? I mean, we have almost a hundred trees in our orchard.

Nikola: You'd be surprised, sir.

*Lian then walked up to a tree full of ripe red apples. She took a moment to examine the tree trunk and then let loose a power roundhouse kick on the tree. The force of the kick began to make the apples shake and drop from the tree. As the apples fell, Lian began to kick and throw them into a nearby empty bushel*

Nikola: Watching her work is almost like poetry.

Mrs. Macintosh: *eyes widen* Land sakes! All those apples with just one kick!

Mr. Macintosh: *eyes widen* If she continues at this rate… *calculates with his fingers* she'll shorten our work schedule by two days!

Nikola: Allow me to make that four days. With these! *pulls out a strange pair of goggles* I usually only use these to examine fungus or small insects, but they will work for quality control for the apples.

Mr. Macintosh: Do what you want, but it's still gonna take five days to actually MAKE the cider.

Mrs. Macintosh: That's why it usually takes a week for more to be made. Two days to pick the apples and five days to chop, mash, liquidate, boil, stir, and add ingredients.

Nikola: Well, this is a wrinkle alright. I'll do what I can, but my gift is with inventing more than anything else.

*Suddenly, there was a strange whirring, clunking and whistling sound that came from down the road*

Mrs. Macintosh: *raises an eyebrow* What's that sound?

*Down the road, a large machine came barreling down. It bared a great resemblance to that of Nikola's automobile, except it was a great deal larger, wielding a cowcatcher with a podium up front, and carried a giant machine in the back. In it's passenger section were two unicorn stallions, each barring a resemblance to each other. Both were tall, slender, and of the same yellowish color with red and white monochrome hair. They both also wore the same blue and white vests with straw showmen hats. Among several differences was that one of them had a mustache. As well as their cutie marks, with one having an apple slice, while the other had an apple with a slice missing. Their presence attracted a crowd of every man, woman, child, and pony in town, all of them fascinated by their strange machine along with the Machintosh's, Lian and Nikola*

Mr. Macintosh: *raises an eyebrow* What in Sam Hill...?

Flim: *singing* Well, lookie what we got here, brother of mine, it's the same in every town
People with thirsty throats, dry tongues, and not a drop of cider to be found
Maybe they're not aware that there's really no need for this teary despair

Flam: *singing* That the key that they need to solve this sad cider shortage you and I will share

Flim & Flam: *singing* Well you've got opportunity
In this very community

Flam: *singing* He's Flim

Flim: *singing* He's Flam

Flim & Flam: *singing* We're the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Traveling salesponies nonpareil

Mr. Macintosh: *confused* Non-pa what?

Flim: *singing* Nonpareil, and that's exactly the reason why, you see
No pony else in this whole place will give you such a chance to be where you need to be
And that's a new world, with tons of cider
Fresh squeezed and ready for drinking

Flam: *singing* More cider than you can drink in all your days of thinking.

Flim & Flam: *singing* So take this opportunity
In this very community

Flam: *singing* He's Flim

Flim: *singing* He's Flam

Flim & Flam: *singing* We're the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Traveling salesponies nonpareil

Flim: *singing* I suppose by now you're wondering 'bout our peculiar mode of transport

Flam: *singing* I say, our mode of locomotion

Flim: *singing* And I suppose by now you're wondering, where is this promised cider?

Flam: *singing* Any horse can make a claim and any pony can do the same

Flim: *singing* But my brother and I have something most unique and superb
Unseen at any time in this big new world

Flim & Flam: *singing* And that's opportunity

Flim: *singing* Folks, it's the one and only, the biggest and the best

Flam: *singing* The unbelievable

Flim: *singing* Unimpeachable

Flam: *singing* Indispensable

Flim: *singing* I can't believe-able

Flim and Flam: *singing* Flim Flam brothers' Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000

Lian: Well, this is certainly entertaining.

Nikola: *puts a finger to his chin* That thing looks way too familiar.

Crowd: *singing* Oh, we got opportunity
In this very community
Please Flim, please Flam, help us out of this jam
With your Flim Flam brothers' Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000

Flim: *approaches Mr. Macintosh* Good sir, I would be ever so honored if you might see fit to let my brother and I borrow some of your delicious, and might I add spell-bindingly fragrant apples for our little demonstration here?

Mr. Macintosh: What? Well, I suppose if it's just a demonstration.

Crowd: *singing* Opportunity, in our community

Flam: *charges his horn* Ready Flim?

Flim: *charges his horn* Ready Flam?

Flim & Flam: *singing* Let's bing-bang zam!

*Suddenly, Flim and Flam shot out beams of green magical energy from their horns, causing their machine to go into production*

Flim: And show these thirsty people a world of delectable cider!

Crowd: *chanting* Cider, cider, cider, cider…

Lian: What are they doing? *looks over to see Nikola isn't standing next to her anymore* Nikola?

*Nikola was instead standing over by the Flim Flam brother's machine, taking a closer look at it*

Flim: Watch closely, my friends!

Flam: *singing* The fun begins!

*Just then, a large vacuum-like device that was attached to the machine stretched out toward the apple orchard, sucked up all the apples from one of the trees and into the main chamber*

Flim: Now, here's where the magic happens, right here in this heaving roiling cider press boiling guts of the very machine, those apples plucked fresh are right now as we speak being turned into grade-A top-notch five-star blow-your-horseshoes-off one-of-a-kind cider!

Flam: *singing* Feel free to take a sneak peek!

*Meanwhile, Nikola kept examining closely until he made a discovery that made his eyes widen. He then signaled Lian to come over to show her what he found*

Lian: Nikola, what is it?

Nikola: Does this look familiar? *points at a logo on the side of the machine, a capitol letter T inside a cog wheel*

Lian: The letter T inside of a cog wheel. I remember seeing that all around my house. I remember your father but those everywhere when my father hired him to engineer the building.

Nikola: My father put this logo on everything he built.

Lian: Then that means…

Nikola: This…cider machine… It's really… *calls out* STOP EVERYTHING!!!

Flim: Huh? *uses the magic from his horn to turn off the machine* What the-? *turns around to see Nikola and then turns back to the crowd* Hold up, folks. It seems as though this young man has some kind of issue.

Flam: Now what seems to be the problem, my good man?

Nikola: This machine… Where did you find it?

Flim: Find? Oh, good sir, we didn't find this machine, we built it!

Flam: Indeed, we did.

Nikola: Then why is my father's brand logo on the side?

Flim: *raises an eyebrow* Your father?

Nikola: Yes, Emmet Thomason, a great inventor and my beloved father. He built this machine for some reason and you two STOLE IT!!!

Mr. Macintosh: *eyes widen* What?!

Lian: Nikola, calm down.

Nikola: I can't! Not when these two are…are…! *takes a deep breath* 3.14159 26535…

Flim: *quietly to Flam* Well, that certainly was strange, wasn't it, brother?

Flam: *quietly to Flim* It sure was, brother. I never knew old Emmet had a son.

Flim: *quietly to Flam* Yes, the old fool was just full of surprises, now wasn't he?

Mr. Macintosh: Alright, you two, I think you've caused enough commotion here today, so I'm gonna have to ask you to return my apples and get your…toy off my property.

Man 2: Are you nuts, Macintosh?!

Woman 1: These two ponies are promising us some real cider.

Pony Stallion 1: And we don't have to wait a whole week for it!

Pegasus Mare 1: I can't wait another week for you two to make more at your snail's pace.

Crowd: *chanting* CIDER!!! CIDER!!! CIDER!!!

Flim: Well, it seems the crowd has spoken.

Flam: Of course, we could work out a deal.

Mr. Macintosh: Deal?

Mrs. Macintosh: What kind of deal?

Flim: Go into business together. You supply the apples and we supply the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000.

Flam: Then we split the profits 75/25, and we'll even throw in the magic to power the machine for free!

Flim & Flam: *smile* What do ya say?

*Mr. Macintosh said nothing as he walked up to Flim, taking the brim of his hat in his hands, and shoving it downwards, causing the pony's head to break through the top with the brim hanging off his neck. He then walked up to Flam and did the same thing with his hat. He then returned to his wife's side*

Flim: I see that our generous offer didn't strike his fancy.

Flam: I'll say! That was my favorite hat!

Mrs. Macintosh: We won't deal with no good scammers like you two.

Lian: Especially if you two stole from Nikola's dad.

Flam: Well, maybe we did and maybe we didn't. You have no proof.

Flim: And since you refused our offer to be partners, then I guess we'll just have to be competitors.

Mr. Macintosh: Competitors?

Flam: With our machine, we'll provide Flankersfield with all the cider they can drink.

Flim: Once we drive Macintosh Fields out of business, of course. *smiles wickedly*

Mrs. Macintosh: You wouldn't dare.

Flam: Watch us. *walks off with Flim back to the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000*

Lian: Don't worry, Mr. and Mrs. Macintosh, as soon as I snap Nikola back to reality, we'll stop them.

Flam: *quietly to Flim* I sure hope this is a good idea, Flim. Remember what happened in Ponyville…

Flim: *quietly to Flim* Oh, I remember alright. It will be fine though. It'll be just the four of them against our device. Even if one of them is Emmet's boy, I'm sure he's already preoccupied with his own problems.

Flam: Good. Now let's go see about getting ourselves some new hats.

*A while later, Mr. and Mrs. Macintosh were back at their farm house. Nikola was pacing back and forth and muttering to himself while Lian talked to the couple*

Mr. Macintosh: Your friend seems to be doing better. He isn't just spouting out random numbers anymore.

Lian: He only does that when he gets upset.

Mr. Macintosh: Ah.

Mrs. Macintosh: So now what are going to do now? Those two will run our farm into the ground.

Mr. Macintosh: Now you say that Nikola's old man made that infernal machine?

Lian: It would seem so, I saw the brand logo and everything. The thing I don't understand is why build a cider making machine? Dr. Thomason had so many big picture ideas.

Nikola: Because he didn't!

Lian: What?

Nikola: My father never built a machine that makes cider. They must of not only stolen it, but modified it as well.

Mr. Macintosh: So what are we going to do about it?

Nikola: Well first, we should figure out what machine it is they stole, and there is only one way to do that. I have to find the pudding box.

Mrs. Macintosh: You're thinking about pudding at a time like this?!

Nikola: Not actual pudding. You've heard the phrase 'the proof is in the pudding'? Well, my father made it a habit to hide proof of his creations in his devices in case they were stolen. He hides them in special, indestructible lock boxes that he hides in compartments in the machines themselves. They contain all the physical evidence needed to prove that they are of his work.

Mr. Macintosh: Hmm… Smart thinking.

Nikola: The real trick is finding the compartment without those two knowing.

Mrs. Macintosh: Well, they have to sleep sometime…

Lian: And our resident night owl has both the drive and the know how to find it.

Nikola: Another benefit of only sleeping three hours a night.

Mrs. Macintosh: Yikes!

*Later that night, after everyone was asleep, Nikola was wide awake, sneaking around with his goggles on night vision mode*

Nikola: So glad I added these light enhancing features.

*Nikola spotted Flim and Flam sleeping on their plush coach. As they slept, Nikola snuck around to their cider machine. After a quick look-over, he found a small door on the side. He pushed on the door and it swung open. Inside, was a shoebox sized black box. Nikola took out the box and looked over it. It had the same logo as the machine*

Nikola: Nice work, dad. *sneaks off with the box*

*Moments later, Nikola was in Mr. Macintosh's study with the box wide open*

Nikola: It's all here, my father's notes, photos of him working on the device, even the blue prints. *takes a closer look at the blue prints* Oh no!

*The next morning, Nikola was in the living room with the blue prints over the window and a poster of the periodic table next to the fire place. Lian came downstairs, stretching and yawning. With her was Mr. and Mrs. Macintosh as well*

Lian: Good morning, Nikola.

Nikola: Oh, I wish it were…

Mr. Macintosh: What's the matter, boy?

Nikola: Well, I found the pudding box like I promised, but I made a terrifying discovery. I was right, they modified an invention of my father's and they couldn't have picked a worse device.

Mrs. Macintosh: Worse how?

Nikola: Their "Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000" is in reality my dad's molecular separator.

Mrs. Macintosh: A…what?

Nikola: Allow me to explain. Everything in the universe is made up of atoms and molecules. Now, by definition, a molecule is a group of atoms that join together to form a new element. Like when an oxygen atom joins with two hydrogen atoms to make a water molecule.

Lian: I remember you telling me this before.

Nikola: Right, well, my dad made a machine that breaks the bonds in molecules and separates the base elements the molecules are made of.

Mr. Macintosh: So you say those two made it so that this machine makes cider instead.

Nikola: Yes, but there is one major flaw. The separated atoms were unstable and if not safely contained, would cause the machine to go critical.

Lian: Wait, are you saying that it could explode?!

Nikola: Yes. Violently, I might add.

Mr. Macintosh: How big of an explosion are we talking about?

Nikola: Let me put it to you this way. If it goes off, you're farm and everything within the next half mile may no longer be here.

Mrs. Macintosh: *eyes widen in fear* Oh, dear sweet Celestia…

Nikola: Now then, the Flim Flam brothers' modifications on it seem to keep it stable for the most part, but I have no idea how much longer it will last. Our only hope is if I can safely dismantle the machine before anything can happen.

Lian: *looks out the window* I think that might be a problem.

*Just outside was a giant crowd of humans and ponies gathered around the Flim Flam brothers and the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000*

Flim: *calls out to the townsfolk* Is everybody ready?

Crowd: YEAH!!!

Flim: *to Flam* Start up the machine, dear brother.

Flam: You got it, brother.

*Flam then pulled a lever using the magic from his horn, which activated the machine. They then used the vacuum tube to suck up an entire tree full of apples*

Nikola: Oh no, we're too late.

Mrs. Macintosh: We've got to stop them!!

*The Macintoshes, Nikola and Lian bolted out of the house and ran towards the crowd. They all soon found it difficult to navigate their way through the excited mob*

Nikola: There is no way we'll get through that crowd to stop them. *looks to Lian* Lian, can you do anything?

Lian: Can't get any leverage. I also don't want to hurt anyone.

*Just then, the first barrel of cider dropped off the machine*

Flim: Well folks, there you have it, one barrel of delicious cider in record time.

Man 1: We need more!!

Pony Stallion: More cider!!

*The rest of the crowd began going into a frenzy*

Flam: What do you say, brother?

Flim: I say, let's increase production, brother!

*The two started switching and fiddling with some of the dials and the machine began to pick up speed. As the crowd started chanting for more, the brothers frantically started messing with the machine's settings and increased its' production speed. Soon, the machine began to smoke as red lights and sirens start going off*

Man 1: Hey, what's going on that machine of yours?

Flim: *eyes widen* I-I don't know. We've never tripled the production speed before.

Flam: Tripled it?! We've QUADRUPLED it!!

Nikola: *eyes widen* Oh no, it just went critical!

Mr. Macintosh: We gotta get out there and warn everyone!!

Nikola: Lian, I know you don't want to hurt anyone, bu-

Lian: Desperate times, I know! *starts pushing and shoving humans and ponies alike to make a clear path*

Mrs. Macintosh: Follow Lian!!

*The Macintoshes and Nikola followed Lian as she asserted herself through the crowd until they were all upon the panicking brothers*

Nikola: Okay, listen you two! Stop what you're doing right now or you'll leave the surrounding area a smoking crator!

Flim & Flam: *eyes widen* HUH?!?

Crowd: WHAT?!?!

Man 2: Crater?

Woman 2: You mean that machine of theirs is gonna-?!

Nikola: Explode, yes, and wipe out the entire town unless we do something to stop it!

Unicorn Mare: *pause* WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!

*Panic immediately erupted through the crowd, the machine itself started to spiral out of control as smoke arose from within the machine. Having reached it's maximum limit, the threat of a possible explosion caused several ponies to run around and about in circles in fear of what was to come. For indeed, a terrible disaster awaited the town unless some miracle could prevent the catastrophe from taking place*

Nikola: Mr. and Mrs. Macintosh, please do your best to keep the crowd calm. We don't need a panic making things worse.


Mrs. Macintosh: *grabs the unicorn mare by the mane* No, we are not going to die!! Let's just all stay calm now, okay?

Unicorn Mare: *nods slowly* O-Okay…

Nikola: *looks back at Flim and Flam* Alright, you two, now listen to me carefully… I'm going to need your help if we're going to come out of this okay.

Flim: W-What do you want us to do?

Nikola: You and your brother use your magic to stabilize the reaction going on inside the machine. You'll both need to be constantly focusing your combined magic on it for this to work. One second away, and the machine will go off anyway.

Flim: *looks to Flam* W-What do you think, brother?

Flam: Well, if he really IS Emmett's boy, then he knows what he's talking about.

*The two nodded in agreement and started using their magic to keep the machine stable*

Nikola: Alright, good. Now Lian, I need you to take apart their automobile and bend the pieces into a series of shapes as instructed on some plans I'll be getting out of my trunk along with my tools.

Flam: What?!

Flim: You can't do that to our machine!!

Nikola: Let me ask you something, would you rather hold off on that thing from exploding or sacrifice your automobile and save yourselves from a fiery death?

Flim & Flam: *look at each other, then back at Nikola* We'll take the latter!

Nikola: That's what I thought. Lian!

Lian: On it! *tears off the hood*

*Hours later, Nikola was hard at work on a large, oval shaped device that surrounded the machine. Lian tore off the last piece of the chasse and then bent it into a cone-like shape. The Flim Flam brothers however, were quite winded from having to constantly focus their magic for hours on end nonstop. Knowing that if they did stop, it could be disastrous*

Flam: *panting* I'm…so…tired.

Flim: *panting* Just…a little…longer…brother.

Lian: *holds up the cone* Here's the last piece.

Nikola: Excellent work on the nose cone.

Lian: So what exactly are you building here?

Nikola: Isn't it obvious? It's a rocket.

Lian: A rocket?! You're going to blast that thing out of here?

Nikola: It's the only way at this point. The plan is sent it someplace where it can explode safely.

Mr. Macintosh: *raises an eyebrow* Uh… What's a rocket?

Nikola: Basically, it's a device that will shoot up into the sky, break away our planet's gravity, through the atmosphere, and hopefully into orbit.

Lian: Think of it as a big firecracker.

Mrs. Macintosh: Well… If it works…

Nikola: It will work, we just need fuel.

*Nikola ran off to his automobile and pulled out a bunch of his hydrogen canisters. He then began sticking them into slots on the sides of the rocket with hoses that lead into the main thruster*


*Everyone ran off in different directions, including the Flim Flam brothers, who finally broke away from their task. Nikola then twisted some knobs on the rocket and ran off. The hydrogen gas from the canisters started to pour into the main thruster and sparked. The rocket then began to take off into the air, taking the volatile machine with it. Slowly at first, but it then started to pick up speed until it was almost completely out of sight*

Lian: So is that it? Is it over?

Nikola: Well, let's see... At the rate of acceleration... Gravitational force... I estimate the rocket will reach lower spatial orbit right about...

*All of a sudden, they see a bright flash of sparks erupted in the sky catching the eyes of every bystander in the area. All at once, they could feel a mighty force of wind that knocked nearly everyone off their feet, the trees to swish heavily on one side, and budging the nearby fence-posts by nearly an inch. But otherwise, it wasn't strong enough to cause serious damage to the town just as Nikola predicted*

Nikola: *on the ground, raises a finger up* Yep… It works.

Flim: Did you hear that, brother? It worked! Our rocket works!

Flam: I knew it would work all along, brother!

Lian: Your rocket nothing! It was Nikola whose plan saved the day.

Nikola: It was your tampering of my father's machine that put us all in danger.

Flim: *sweating* Uh, well… *chuckles nervously* You see…

Flam: *sweating* We just… Uh…

Nikola: Now I remember… My dad told me that he had a pair of handy ponies to help him out around the lab. He said they spoke like a pair of carnival barkers and tried on more than one occasion to steal his work.

*The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves as Flim and Flam began to look even more worried*

Nikola: You two must've stolen my dad's prototype, left without a trace, and modified it so you can do your cider business. Living up to your names as a pair of lying, cheating, con artists who just want a quick buck with any regard to who it affects.

Lian: *looks to the crowd* Seriously, no one knew what "flim-flam" meant?

Nikola: Nothing but a synonym for deception, swindle, and cheat. That's what they are: Cheating thieves desiring nothing more than to scam you out of your hard earned money.

Mr. Macintosh: And almost cost us our whole town!

Mrs. Macintosh: All because you refused to be patient, to wait a week for our farm to produce more cider.

Man 3: *pause* They're right!

Woman 3: Those two nearly destroyed us all with that infernal machine of theirs!

Pegasus Stallion: Their greed and impatience nearly killed us!

Man 2: Though we are to blame as well, I'd like to take my anger out on those two right now!! *points at Flim and Flam*

Man 1: I say we tar and feather the both of them, then run 'em out of town!!

Flim: *leans in to whisper to Flam* Brother, I think that's our cue to leave.

Flam: *whispers to Flam* How? We have no machine, remember?!

Flim: We still have a set of hooves. Run! *makes a run for it, Flam follows*

Man 3: Get 'em!!

*With an angry mob in hot pursuit, the Flim Flam brothers desperately did their best to escape running as far from the crowd as possible. Unfortunately, being that they were so used to riding on a automobile from place to place, the brothers clearly weren't the best runners. They hardly ran for nearly a mile or two, when they quickly lost their breath and the crowd were close to getting their hands/hooves on them*

Lian: Mother always said that karma was a very cruel thing.

Nikola: I have to agree with her on that. But it's not undeserving.

Mr. Macintosh: Nikola, Lian… Not only did you two save our farm and our business, but all of Flankersfield as well. And for that, we are forever grateful.

Mrs. Macintosh: How can we ever thank you?

Nikola: Well, maybe a barrel of cider for the road. When you have some ready of course.

Lian: And we will help you in any way we can.

Mr. Macintosh: *smiles* We'd like that, very much.

*Later that evening, as the sun was going down, Nikola and Lian were moving a large crop of freshly picked apples into the barn along with Mr. Macintosh*

Nikola: This is amazing! I can't believe we were able to harvest the entire orchard in one day.

Lian: I can't believe I finally got a chance to try out 'Leap of the Flying Monkey' to knock out all those apples from the trees.

Mr. Macintosh: Well, however it was done, I'm pleased with the results. With this crop, the entire town with get its' cider and drink it too.

Nikola: Glad to be of service, sir.

Mrs. Macintosh: *steps out of the front to call out to the others* Say Nikola! There's something wrong with your daddy's blueprints!

Nikola: *calls to Mrs. Macintosh* What about them?

Mrs. Macintosh: *calling out* Come in here and see for yourself!

*Everyone walked inside to see what Mrs. Macintosh was talking about. The light shining in from the window did reveal some strange markings on the blue prints*

Mrs. Macintosh: I can't make heads or tails of this chicken scratch.

Lian: It is strange… Those weren't on that this morning.

Nikola: It's a light sensitive watermark on the other side of the blue prints. *grabs the plans and flips them around* Why, I don't believe it… Can it really be…?

Mr. Macintosh: What is it, Nikola?

Nikola: This whole thing is in Lemurian.

Lian: Lemurian? As in that Lemuria place you were telling me about?

Nikola: Yes! Dad found a clue to Lamuria and hid it inside one of his inventions. This is fantastic!

Mrs. Macintosh: So… Now what?

Lian: Nikola told me Lemuria is some kind of lost civilization with highly advanced sciences and technology. It would seem his father found a clue to finding it.

Nikola: I can make out some of it as well. Let's see… Peaks between east and west… Three faced guardian deity… Tribe of man-eaters…

Mr. Macintosh: *raises an eyebrow* Sounds really dangerous, kid.

Nikola: I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. In the meantime… *smiles* I just want to enjoy this.
Episode 9 of Adventures in Equestria. While traveling along, Nikola and Lian come to a small farm in need of some help. Especially when the infamous Flim Flam brothers come in to cause some problems. While they're there, some unique revelations about Nikola's father comes to light.

Written by me, :iconmrskaoovie: and :iconwrestlemaniac829:
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Part I: The Sirens

The sound of the sirens is what has stayed with me. I remember the explosions, the engines of the Messerschmitts, the screams of men trapped beneath the rubble. Of course I do. But it is the wail of the sirens that yet haunts my dreams, settles that same cold sickness in my gut, that same cold slickness on my palms. It is the banshee shriek of coming death.

The night was cold and clear when that sound prickled along my arms like so many icy fingers reaching out from behind the drapes.

Rowan stilled her hands at the typewriter and ripped the sheet from the machine, lest some unscrupulous eye should take advantage of her temporary absence. She snatched up a grey cardigan, a torch, and the requisite gas mask, and had nearly gotten to the door before she turned back to look at me. Her dark eyes were as empty as ever.

‘Are you coming?’ she asked as she stuck one arm into a cardigan sleeve.

‘I’ll follow later,’ I said. ‘I thought to take advantage of the chaos.’

‘Your job,’ she said flatly.


She did not ask about that job. She never had, and I knew that she never would, just as I never asked about the papers she snatched from the typewriter to lock away in her briefcase each night. We had a good arrangement, Rowan and I. It was the most congenial possible billet.

She nodded and disappeared into the darkness of the garden, her exit punctuated by a pungent whiff of cordite.

I, meanwhile, indulged in my own business. I laid down my book and donned my hat and coat, slipping over my shoulder the strap of my own gas mask in its canvas bag; court danger though I might, I had no wish for scorched lungs.

The streets of London were deadly dark at that hour, save for the lurid orange stain of fires blossoming on the sky to the East. The blackout gave me the cover I required. Beneath me, I knew, were a million quivering hearts, children clinging to mothers, husbands to wives. They waited to hear the thunder of German boots, but I am no German, and my boots are silent.

At first, I only wandered. Rowan thought my nocturnal perambulations to be in the service of His Majesty, and in a way, they were. I would be of little use to Britain without them. There were, however, aspects which even Rowan, inured as she was to the unsavoury, might find difficult to stomach.

My first of the evening was a tramp, a young man with one eye and a dead arm, perhaps recently returned from the front. My second was a lady of the evening, stinking of alcohol, stumbling through the streets in a vain search for shelter. I left her near a club where I knew there to be a cellar, if only she could sober enough to find it. They both lived. The purpose of my reactivation, of course, had been the preservation of the British people, and would be but poorly served were I to start picking them off one by one.

Restraint, though, brought with it problems of its own. There was a third, and a fourth and a fifth followed. Despite the warning wail of the sirens, the streets of London were never difficult to hunt during a raid.

The sixth and last was an older man, a father no doubt, and a man of some standing. His entrails glistened amid the rubble that had killed him, that was killing him even as I found him. Blood oozed from the wound to mingle with the remains of his home. I took what was left of him and left his shell for the flames and the fire brigade.

A tired roar filled the air as another house was engulfed at the end of the street, and the buzz of the engines began to retreat. They had taken long enough to drop their loads, spreading out the destruction over a good half hour. I suspected that this particular flight had been given no specific target and wondered how many we had managed to bring down. 

    I took a roundabout route back to the house and slid down into the Anderson where Rowan was sitting in the dark.

    ‘We could put a light down here,’ I told her, ‘and you could bring a book.’

    She turned to face me, staring past me through the gloom, and her right arm relaxed. The muzzle of a revolver fell away to point at the floor.

    ‘We could,’ she admitted, ‘and you could bring a book. I prefer to listen.’ She pushed a hand through her cropped hair and pulled her cardigan more tightly around herself. ‘Someone came while you were gone. I heard the back door open and shut.’

    ‘Hence the gun?’

    ‘Hence the gun. I heard the door twice, so either they’re gone now, or there are two inside. Will you take forward or back?’

    ‘Forward, thanks. I’ll round the downstairs and then the up and corral them back down to you if there’s anyone inside.’

    I unbuttoned my coat and drew a pistol of my own from an interior pocket, a compact American automatic I had once stolen from a corpse. Though I possessed other, more organic weapons, the weight of a pistol in my palm carried with it a certain gravity that made the act of killing all the more real. Additionally, it would be difficult to explain my natural weaponry to Rowan.

    ‘Professor,’ she said, ‘don’t get yourself killed.’ There was a strange note of humour in her voice that made me wonder once more why she never asked about my part in the war effort.

    ‘Good advice,’ I told her dryly as I stepped once more into the night. Smoke had mingled with the distinctive chemical odour of the incendiaries, borne by a light breeze from the east, and my throat at once began to sting. Rowan fell in at my back. The gentle click was deafening as she drew back the hammer of her revolver.

    I crossed the garden quickly, ascended the step, and opened the door as silently as I was able. The ageing hinges defied me, though, and let go a soft protest. I froze, and I listened. There was no flurry of movement from inside, no harsh breath, no answering squeak of a cupboard or wardrobe that might indicate an adversary seeking cover. Still, the things that come after me are not always obvious about it.

    I left Rowan outside and moved through the kitchen, through the empty dining room and into the sitting room. The front door was still locked from the inside, the key in my pocket and the bolt securely thrown. If anyone had come in through the back, they had not left through the front. Rowan’s typewriter was undisturbed, as was her case. The pile of the carpet had taken no prints, as far as I could see. I crept silently up the stairs, leading with my pistol close to my chest. No one had turned a light on, and no glow of a torch was visible. I checked my own room first – the wardrobe, beneath the desk, under the bed – then Rowan’s room and the WC. Nothing.

    There was a lingering scent in the air, though. A man’s heavy cologne, one I did not recognise.

    I checked behind the drapes, just in case. Still nothing. I almost found it hard to believe that the intruder had left; the smell was still so strong.

    ‘Rowan!’ I called. ‘It’s empty. There was someone here, though. Possibly a looter.’

    She came up behind me so quickly, she must have been inside already. Her revolver was still at the ready; apparently, she did not trust my judgement.

    ‘It smells like a solicitor’s office,’ she commented. ‘You checked upstairs?’


    ‘Every hiding place?’


    ‘Did you notice anything missing?’

    ‘No, Mother.’

    She looked up at me, and her lip curled in an almost imperceptible sneer. I smiled at getting a reaction out of her.

    ‘Turn on the bloody lights and look again. How in hell can you see anything in here, anyway?’ She stormed over to the light switch – or she would have, if the darkness had not compelled her to move gingerly, one arm outstretched lest she collide with the wall. A moment later, the electrics flooded the room with their yellow glare.

    I squinted and returned my gun to its holster, removing my spectacles to polish them on a kerchief drawn from my pocket. So it was that I was momentarily blind when I heard Rowan’s grunt of surprise.

    ‘Must be convenient,’ she said cryptically. Something rustled, and her blurred form held out a blurrier form in my direction. ‘It’s for you.’

    I hastily returned my glasses to the bridge of my nose and found a large envelope in my face, its flap securely tied and its front indeed bearing my name in unremarkable block letters. One glance told me that fingerprinting it would be useless, and the overpowering reek of the cologne masked any more recognisable trace scent. Clever.

    ‘It was in your chair,’ she said as I took the envelope from her hand, ‘sitting on top of your book. Don’t open it inside.’

    I am sure that I probably rolled my eyes at her. She shrugged, scratched at the back of her head, and went upstairs, leading with her revolver. I had known since we first met that she was paranoid, but she was also still alive, so she must have been doing something right.

    The envelope was bulky, but its surface was free of suspicious lumps, and it bent easily in my hand. Only paper, then. It occurred to me, though, that while my mysterious gift might not be explosive, it could easily be accompanied by something equally as unpleasant. A pathogen, perhaps, or some toxin. I donned gloves and took it to the kitchen to open it over the basin.

    A thick stack of papers slid out into my hand, and at the top was a folded note addressed to me in a hand I did recognise. A subtle, slimy sort of feeling settled in my stomach as I understood what had been delivered.

    ‘New courier, gentlemen?’ I asked under my breath. ‘I think I liked the old one better.’ The old one, at least, had the decency to deliver these things to the door or leave them with the regular post. It was dangerous, perhaps, risking the packages being found, but it seemed less dangerous than sending messengers sneaking through the smoke of a raid. I unfolded the note, neglecting to remove my gloves, and read:

    Professor Leland:

    We regret that your services will once more be required to safeguard the security of our home front. Please find enclosed all relevant data. Unfortunately, those data have been scarce; this case falls undoubtedly more under your expertise than ours, and as a result, we are unable to provide information to the same extent as in the past. Due to the unusual nature of the assignment, your regular compensation will be tripled. Additionally, arrangements have been made for your travel north for this holiday season, barring unforeseen circumstances. As always, all of our resources are at your disposal.

    The Management

    From the open back door, the sound of the all-clear raised gooseflesh on my arms. I shut the door and locked it. Then I moved the note to the bottom of the stack, shook the envelope for any stray papers, and migrated back to my room, brushing past Rowan as she descended the stairs, her revolver concealed once more.

    ‘Good,’ she remarked in passing. ‘I’m glad it didn’t kill you.’

    I ignored her and retreated behind a closed door, locking myself in before I spread out my materiel on the desk. There were perhaps forty pages of carbon paper typescript and a small bundle of glossy photographs beneath that. In slightly crooked letters, the header proclaimed:

    NAME: Signe, surname unknown. DIRECTIVE: eliminate

Vampire fiction set in WWII.
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EDIT: The Wailing can be purchased at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Smashwords, or in print from Createspace.

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EDIT: DD? O_o Hurrah! Thank you so much! By th eway, the Goodreads page is here, for folks wanting more information. :)
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