Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Fri, 30 Aug 2002 11:53:49 EDT Kyhdin@aol.com wrote:
"She's not becoming a degenerate pig like you! I refuse to let her be swept
into your disgusting little world!"
"I'm not trying to sweep her into anything! I just want to be part of her
life! I want to be her father!"
I guess the Dark Kingdom doesn't count.
Sighing to himself, Malachite entered the small cabin on the plantation
grounds that he shared with, Zoicite. His clothes fading away to be replaced
with his general's uniform as he dismissed the illusions that allowed him to
walk amongst humans. The changes were subtle, but significant. His ears were
more pointed and the planes of his face more angular. His eyes took on an
almost inhuman silver sheen. In ancient times, some had called them Fairie,
and had spoken of them with fear.
I rather like Sidhe for that kind of fairie. It sounds more sinister.
The next night, an hour or so after her mother had gone to bed, Amy Lynn sat
at her desk constructing a subspace transciever out of {a :} an old ham radio,
some short wave receivers, and a CB set she had found in the clinic's garage.
The one TV station she could get in Juuban Hollow had run a Next Generation
Marathon the other night and the show's repeated use of subspace had piqued
her interest. For an antenna, a cup of tea.
I prefered the left over lasagna.
"How do you hunt 'possums?" Amy Lynn asked ,trying not to think of what she
had just been through.
"'possums" is reasonable. Amy Lynn should be picking up some of the local
vernacular.
Amy Lynn was no stranger to the wilderness. You couldn't grow up in Minnesota
and not be familiar with it, but this was different for some reason. Maybe it
was the lack of a campfire and conversation, or maybe it was the just she was
in a different place. She had heard stories on the net about strange things {yo
u'd : you'd} find if you went far enough into the American South. Old Native American
relics, cursed places, witches, and places where slaves had died in the most
brutal fashion possible and their ghosts still lurked, waiting for anyone
foolish enough to trespass into their grief.
She had only gone perhaps a few hundred feet when she came upon a clearing
which held a large pond at its center. In it, a woman dressed in clothes that
{seem : seemed} to made from moonlight battled a monster out of nightmares. It was at
least eight feet tall, with a birdlike beak and three eyes in a triangle.
It's skin was green and knobby, and claws sprouted from its four-fingered
hands. It's hair was long and green and ram's horns sprouted from the side of
its head.
They rolled in opposite directions, the monster landing where they had been,
dirt flying as its impact left behind a crater. Rising from its crouch, the {m
onster : monster} began to move towards Amy Lynn slowly, it's breathing ragged.
"And what do you think you're doing here, young lady?" Standing, Amy Lynn {f
aced : faced} her mother. Doctor Anderson had thrown some pants and her white lab coat
on over her nightgown, which had been tucked into the pants and strapped to
her hip was the black metal of her service pistol.
"Like what?" Doctor Anderson asked. "I've spent my entire adult life in this
nation's military and I've seen every kind of explosion there is. Nothing
exists that would make a crater this big and not leave some kind of
radiation." She picked a geiger counter off the hood of a nearby truck. "And
regardless of whether it was a {metor : meteor} or explosive, neither one explains the
glasslike surface of the sides and presumably the bottom."
"Come along, {dear : Dear}," Doctor Anderson said stiffly. Amy Lynn sighed and handed
the pistol back to Bunny, which made Doctor Anderson's nostrils pinch with
barely supressed fury, and then followed her mother to the car.
Janice isn't always rational, but guns are part of the life around Juuban
Hollow. Maybe Amy Lynn hasn't finished her latest gun safety course yet.