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Moonstrike Ch. 11 - Relations
Rhea groaned and rolled over. Her eyes felt glued shut, but there was a sibilant hissing coming from somewhere, then a dog's whine. Blinking, she rubbed her eyes and stretched, then levered herself to her elbows. "Huh... who?" "I'm sorry, sweetheart." Her father's voice woke her a little bit more. "I've been trying to coax Bodie here out for a walk. It's nearly noon..." "Noon?" Rhea turned to look at her alarm clock. The blue numbers shone an accusing 11:46 at her, and with another groan, she flopped back down on the bed. "God, how long did I sleep?" "As long as you ne
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Moonstrike Ch. 10 - Homecoming
"TRAC 0004, requesting permission to land." "Permission granted, and welcome home, all of you. Come join us in the dining room when you're ready." Rhea smiled. "See you in a bit, Dad, and thanks." She looked over to John. "Dining room, at this hour? Sounds like the boys went out." "Sure does. Not only that, they haven't been home that long, either. Wonder what went down." John surveyed his instruments, bringing the jet low over the water, heading for the landing strip. He flipped a switch. "Tin-Tin, we're making final approach." "Thank you, John." Tin-Tin's
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Moonstrike Ch. 9 - Rescue
The danger zone... "How do you think we should handle this, Scott?" Virgil and Gordon stood beside Mobile Control, waiting for instructions. Scott rubbed his chin. "We're going to have to attack this from below the boy's position. Grab him from there and pull him down into a tunnel." He glanced up at the gathering storm clouds. "I've plotted the best route for the Mole, but we can't get it too close. You'll have to dig to get to the drainpipe, then use the lasers to cut a hole." "Do you think there'll be working room in the pipe for head and shoulders?" Gordon was already wearing
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Moonstrike Ch. 8 - Travels
The next day Rhea caught herself nibbling on her nail again as she waited in the lounge of the small Tracy Transport terminal. They had their own hangars at La Guardia, and the tiny terminal was situated right next to one of these. With the rise in private jet air travel, the smaller of New York's two airports had been revamped and made available for small jets, as well as the helijets that crossed Manhattan with alarming regularity. Both Bodie and Bruno were at her side. She intended to keep both indoors as much as possible, to exercise them in the early morning, when the island was coolest, and ply them with as much fresh water as he co
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Moonstrike Ch. 7 - Reasons
Same day - Tracy Island "Hey, Virgil! Whatcha watching?" Gordon stopped his laps to speak to his brother, who was lying in the hammock, reading from a tablet. As a response, Virgil merely showed Gordon his data pad. It showed New York Lifestyles televid show, and their sister sat in the studio's comfortable-looking interview set. She was seated in a wing chair; her up-swept chestnut hair, so close to Virgil's own color, was set off nicely by the cream satin stripes of the upholstery. She wore a tailored maroon business suit with covered buttons and a pair of coordinating pumps. Virgil froze the picture at a close up of her f
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Moonstrike Ch. 6 - Contrasts
Mid-November, 2065 – Tracy Island He ran along the beach, alone with his thoughts. Gray waves, stirred up by a storm at sea, crashed against the sand; the warm wind ruffled his dark hair. The morning air was laden with moisture though the day wasn't too warm as yet, and it didn't look as if the sun would show its face at all. His breath was even, not labored, though his blue Yale sweatshirt, its sleeves cut to the shoulder, was darkened with perspiration and humidity. The athletic shorts revealed muscular legs, tanned and hair-covered; they moved with a ground-eating, rhythmic pace. His arms pumped back and forth with his stride
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Moonstrike Ch. 5 - Alarms
Early September, 2065 – Lunar Station Armstrong At the moon's north pole, plumbed deep within the huge lava tubes left from ancient lunar volcanoes, sat a half-circle of small communities. Carefully placed where underground ice and water had been discovered, each community was relatively self-supporting, each connected to the others by underground roadways, each helping the others to survive between the inadequate supply runs from Earth. There had been plans for twelve lunar colonies; six had been built, all named for men and women who had walked the Moon's dusty surface. But the seventh had died a violent and untimely death before even
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Moonstrike Ch. 11 - Relations
Rhea groaned and rolled over. Her eyes felt glued shut, but there was a sibilant hissing coming from somewhere, then a dog's whine. Blinking, she rubbed her eyes and stretched, then levered herself to her elbows. "Huh... who?" "I'm sorry, sweetheart." Her father's voice woke her a little bit more. "I've been trying to coax Bodie here out for a walk. It's nearly noon..." "Noon?" Rhea turned to look at her alarm clock. The blue numbers shone an accusing 11:46 at her, and with another groan, she flopped back down on the bed. "God, how long did I sleep?" "As long as you ne
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Moonstrike Ch. 10 - Homecoming
"TRAC 0004, requesting permission to land." "Permission granted, and welcome home, all of you. Come join us in the dining room when you're ready." Rhea smiled. "See you in a bit, Dad, and thanks." She looked over to John. "Dining room, at this hour? Sounds like the boys went out." "Sure does. Not only that, they haven't been home that long, either. Wonder what went down." John surveyed his instruments, bringing the jet low over the water, heading for the landing strip. He flipped a switch. "Tin-Tin, we're making final approach." "Thank you, John." Tin-Tin's
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Moonstrike Ch. 9 - Rescue
The danger zone... "How do you think we should handle this, Scott?" Virgil and Gordon stood beside Mobile Control, waiting for instructions. Scott rubbed his chin. "We're going to have to attack this from below the boy's position. Grab him from there and pull him down into a tunnel." He glanced up at the gathering storm clouds. "I've plotted the best route for the Mole, but we can't get it too close. You'll have to dig to get to the drainpipe, then use the lasers to cut a hole." "Do you think there'll be working room in the pipe for head and shoulders?" Gordon was already wearing
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Moonstrike Ch. 8 - Travels
The next day Rhea caught herself nibbling on her nail again as she waited in the lounge of the small Tracy Transport terminal. They had their own hangars at La Guardia, and the tiny terminal was situated right next to one of these. With the rise in private jet air travel, the smaller of New York's two airports had been revamped and made available for small jets, as well as the helijets that crossed Manhattan with alarming regularity. Both Bodie and Bruno were at her side. She intended to keep both indoors as much as possible, to exercise them in the early morning, when the island was coolest, and ply them with as much fresh water as he co
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Moonstrike Ch. 7 - Reasons
Same day - Tracy Island "Hey, Virgil! Whatcha watching?" Gordon stopped his laps to speak to his brother, who was lying in the hammock, reading from a tablet. As a response, Virgil merely showed Gordon his data pad. It showed New York Lifestyles televid show, and their sister sat in the studio's comfortable-looking interview set. She was seated in a wing chair; her up-swept chestnut hair, so close to Virgil's own color, was set off nicely by the cream satin stripes of the upholstery. She wore a tailored maroon business suit with covered buttons and a pair of coordinating pumps. Virgil froze the picture at a close up of her f
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Moonstrike Ch. 6 - Contrasts
Mid-November, 2065 – Tracy Island He ran along the beach, alone with his thoughts. Gray waves, stirred up by a storm at sea, crashed against the sand; the warm wind ruffled his dark hair. The morning air was laden with moisture though the day wasn't too warm as yet, and it didn't look as if the sun would show its face at all. His breath was even, not labored, though his blue Yale sweatshirt, its sleeves cut to the shoulder, was darkened with perspiration and humidity. The athletic shorts revealed muscular legs, tanned and hair-covered; they moved with a ground-eating, rhythmic pace. His arms pumped back and forth with his stride
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I am seriously debating putting my deviations--few as they are--in storage or even deleting them altogether. dA's policy and general apathy toward dealing with copyists and plagiarists is what's fueling my thoughts. I might also drop my paid subscrib ...
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Just changed the email address here at Deviant. Slowly changing a LOT of emails over as Microsoft is ending the ability to link Outlook email accounts. I understand how much better that will be for security, but I came to rely heavily on the linked accounts (I have five!) and this is my way of protesting--though I also gave them feedback that I didn't like their action. I've had one of these email addresses since 1999!   So, some new gmail accounts are up and most of my email is redirected there. I'll have to change some business accounts to my remaining msn/outlook address; I'm keeping that one because, frankly, there are too many businesses
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Trying out a new skin
Now that I've had some more or less professional help on this, I'm going to set up this skin for my journal. Hopefully it'll look the way I want. Crossing fingers!
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ts-animalgirlHobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the fave! :)
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PatrickMcDonald1Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for Linda for the +fav's on Longleat House  andSt Germans Parish Church . Hug Hug 
PatrickMcDonald1Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you Linda for the +fav on Tithe Barn by PatrickMcDonald1   Hug Hug 
Thanks for the fav. Very excited about the new Thunderbirds series, fingers crossed.
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Thank you Linda for the+fav Hug 
PilotAaronIzzardHobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the Fave my good woman Sociable plz