Date: Sun, 28 Feb 1999 13:37:11 -0500
From: Mark Ferrer <mabli@idirect.com>
To: ffml@fanfic.com
Subject: [FFML]The Orbs

Glowing orbs orbited the circumference of a circle shaped room. There 

was

no light except for the orb's warm glow. Some orbs were as low as the
ground and some as high as the ceiling.

"Look at that!" a girl pointed out.

A-kun: [looks, turns away, blushing brightly, coughing politely and 
staring at his feet] Ummm, er, ummm, uh, well, huh, uh, umm...

As usual, she and her brother came
into the dark room to watch the orbs circle the room. It gave them a
chance to unwind from the day.

A-kun: Yep, yep...it's doing nicely....uh-huh.....yeah....AH!  This is 
where the Day got caught in the Meat Grinder...

"What's going on? Are they broken?" asked her brother. 

Upon closer inspection, some of the orbs were flickering.

A-kun: [brother, touching one] *BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT* UGH! 
*THUD*

As if they were
in danger of going out. The ones at the top seemed the darkest.

"I'll get grandpa!" the girl said. Her brother stayed, saying a silent
prayer for the flickering orbs.

Soon after, his sister came back, tugging on their grandfather's 

sleeve.

"See grandfather." the girl said, pointing to the flickering orbs.

"Oh that." the grandfather said, "Don't worry."

A-kun: [Grandfather] That just means the strudels are done...

The old man got out a ladder which had been placed in a corner of the
room. He opened it up in the middle of the room.

"Hold this steady for me will you?" he asked his grandchildren.

A-kun: [Grandfather] WHOOOOAAAAAA....WWHOOOOOOOAAA!!!  I SAID STEADY!

The old man climbed the ladder to the top. He was now level with the
highest set of orbs. Taking out a wrench, he tapped one of the 

flickering

orbs as they passed by. 

  *FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

A-kun: [Grandfather, waving hand in front of his face] Whoooo!  This 
thing sure do stink.

The orb lit up to it's usual brightness.

"What was wrong with it grandpa?" the boy asked.

The old man didn't answer until he was back on the ground.

"Oh, they just needed some looking after. It's okay. Everything will be
fine." he answered.

A-kun: [Grandfather] But should they ever go out, they'll suck your 
souls in too!

Got to thinking last night about all the excellent stories I've read 

since

coming to the FFML and I wondered. Where had all these authors 

disappeared

to? Authors like Chris Davies, Chris Angel, Lurker, Ron Barba, Eyrie, 

etc

and so forth. They write such wonderful pieces of fiction for our 

eyes and

imaginations and then...*poof* O_O Do they all suddenly gain a life 

after

writing a great work(much like Dwarves in Forgotten Realms) or is it 

me?

<shrug>

A-kun: I said it before and I'll say it again. [old cryptic voice] Where 
they have gone, none may follow....lest they be sued for plagarism....

If we think about this from what we've all learned from anime, 

something

big's about to happen.

A-kun: DUCK AND COVER!!!!   *BA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*  Uh-oh, 
looks like France is gone again...

-- 
Mark Ferrer

    Mousse looked around at the crowd watching the fight.
    <So it came down to this huh?> he mused.
    Ranma was on the ground, still reeling from the hits he had taken.
    "This is the end Saotome." Mousse said, holding his sword above 

his

opponent's throat.
-excerpt from a future chapter of 'A Different Brand Of Mousse'.

http://www.youmustbecrazytothinkiactuallyhaveawebsite.com

A-kun: Oh, I've been there.

  Ben McCrillis
  reply at akun15@hotmail.com
  "%I'm too sexy for a .sig, too sexy for a .sig, that's why they call 
Mr. Fig...%  Hey, YOU try finding something that rhymes with .sig!" - 
A-kun

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