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Caleb's Wasteland Tales - Part 1: Blood, Cults, and Racism

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The steaming hot water that produced an escalating amount of vapor against the bathroom mirror grew in volume as suddenly the sound of the creaking and squeaking from the tab being turned off was heard in almost a dream-like state. Sound was foggy for Bones and everything seemed like a haze as he blankly stared down at the bottom right corner of the mirror where a set of numbers could be seen in red marker written against the fogged up surface. 09Q-413D-7E2Y.

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03:32

Tukiko looked at the clock.

03:32 in bright blue numerals, the only light in the room. Well, of course it was, it was three thirty in the morning dammit.

The ' : ' between the numerals blinked on and off at her. Tukiko counted the seconds...

"Ow."

She turned to Tai, snorring softly beside her. Tukiko smiled. His whole world was about to change, let him sleep for five more minutes.

"Owwww."

Maybe not.

"Sorry my love." She whispered, and then dug him sharply in the side with her elbow.

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Little Scene From Barry the Roofer

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Barry took a deep breath and went inside to report. He appraoched the counter and stopped in front of Hyle. Barry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, not a word. He just stood there with his mouth open. 

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Being in a weird place - part one

Subdane woke in a strange place. As he raised his face from the hot sand, he saw animals long thought to be extinct.
Dinosaurs.
Terror and confusing took hold of his mind. He scrambled to his feet, feeling the all too familiar cloning sickness, along with the awareness of being naked. Feeling exposed.
Wait a second. He thought to himself. I’m dead. Why do I feel like this?

Homesick

 
 
 
It was a dark, dark night on a dark, dark road.
At the end of that dark, dark road was a dark, dark house.
In that dark, dark house were dark, dark stairs.
Up those dark, dark stairs was a dark, dark door.
Past that dark, dark door was a dark, dark room.
In that dark, dark room was a dark, dark fridge.
In the dark, dark fridge was a dark, dark container.
 
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Rear Window [13]

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Getting Ahead

Veronica had driven the buggy down this road many times towards New Flagstaff. She knew every hole, every rock, every plant in the road to avoid. Left - avoid the hole - right - avoid the large rock - right again - avoid the plant growing up - left - avoid the big hat.

Big hat?

Veronica stopped and jumped from the buggy to investigate.

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Getting Ready

A half hour prior to the publicity photo being taken everyone had trooped into the musty smelling Ranger Quartermaster's store.

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Warm Sunday

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"Just a little bit higher, Hyle."

"Here?"  Hyle asked, the strain telling in her voice.

"Up a bit more. Yes !" Sharky strained, twisting himself around.

"I don't know why you are giving instructions," Veronica said, "You cant even see Hyles bush from down there."

Hyle chuckled. 

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Rear Window [12]

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Hanne concentrated on the scene. She smiles as several times some mothers pulled their children, giving Dwight a wide berth. She was not sure if it was the sight or the smell which urged caution. Or both.

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Reavy, At Work

 

 

 

"One..."

Silent, senses fully aware. Poised, feline, acute

"Two..."

Someone is about to have thier day spoiled

"Three..."

 

 

shh

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Busser.. [Busses]

 

 

" You see...  "

Hyle chops some lettuce, then lays it on a plate.

" Busses... "

She adds some finely chopped skalotteløg...  chalot. schalot.. nevermind..

"  Oh yes  busses..  the thing about busses is.."

She thinly slices tomato.. termater.. tomato     pfft, Americans.. 

"Is that..   you wait ages for one.. "

She adds a few slices of ham .. and for some reason Sharky comes into her mind... She adds the ham to her salad

".. Then,  three come at once.. ..  Typical !"

 

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A Gift for Reavy

“ No No it’s wonderful.. Really !”

 

“But.. there is a but, right ?”

 

“ Ermm.. It’s a bit.. Pink?… maybe ? “

 

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Talents Uncovered

'Why does she decide to paint when it is so cold?' Sharky complained sitting in a room in the house of Hyle.

'Keep still!' Hyle called out with a paintbrush in her hand. 'Or you will be a blur in the painting.'

'Keep still when shivering?' Sharky grumbled. He moved his gaze to Veronica sitting beside him. 'Why are you not cold?'

'It is not so cold,' Veronica replied. 'Imagine being warm, sunshine, sauna, campfire, hot soup-'

'Okay, okay' Sharky said. He closed his eyes a moment before opening them again. 'No, still cold,' he said.

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The Locket (part ten FINALE)

Inside, Fear bigged it up. Stomping around, pointing out the obvious. Things like, ‘you’re bleeding… a lot!’ and ‘look how weak you are! You can’t even feel your toes!’ oh and the biggest of them all ‘YOU CAN’T SWIM!’ Anger, Resentment, Injustice and even the unnamed one said nothing, they had nothing to offer. This time Finny was alone with her fear.

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The Locket (part nine)

Finny sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the drawers that supported the left hand side of Joe’s desk. She unrolled the lock picks in front of her and picked up the size two single lever barrel blank. Drawer locks like these were easy, you could open them with a hairpin, except Finny had never owned a hairpin. It took her about thirty seconds before she was able to slide the drawer open.

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The Locket (part eight)

So then. Fast and hurty and over quick, or slow and hopefully not so hurty. Fast or slow, fast or slow. Finny decided on slow.

“Owowowowowowowow YEOWWW!”

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The Locket (part seven)

Soon enough tiredness gave way to cold and Finny’s teeth began to chatter. She got to her feet and made her way past the skylights to the front of the building. Looking over the parapet Finny saw she was directly above the concrete cowling of the right air vent. Below that the pavement glistened and for a moment she saw her own body broken and surrounded by a spreading pool of blood. She shook the image away. Oh no, not after climbing that drainpipe. This is the easy bit.

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So Long Ago... So Clear

Silja closed the kitchen door and watched the scrawny kid for a few minutes. The kid hunkered down in the yard and finished off the humongous sandwich unaware that she was being watched. Finally, comestibles consumed, Finny unlatched the gate and disappeared from view. Silja closed the blind and turned away, glancing at the clock. Anneka’s bedtime.

 

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The Locket (part six)

As Finny ran the short distance down the street to the ammunition factory the first heavy drops of rain began to spatter against the cracked pavement. Soon she was standing, catching her breath, across the road from the familiar entrance. She had surreptitiously examined the big reinforced front door months before. There were three locks. Two of them were big, heavy multi-lever monsters requiring big, heavy multi-lever keys.

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The Locket (part five)

A couple of minutes later Finny was sitting at the kitchen table happily demolishing a sandwich containing more meat that she normally saw in a week and surrounded by bread that was white and soft instead of brown and gritty.

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Reavy's Day Off (continuation of 'Sunday Morning')

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“For Helvede!. I see you once in a lobster season, you just turn up. Then you want to disappear again!”

 

Hyle felt angry and the same time upset. She could not decide which emotion to show Reavy so she settled for a pout in the hope that would work.

 

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The Locket (part four)

The front door closed behind Finny and she was suddenly cocooned in nicer smells and more warmth than she was used to. Silja strode silently past her down the carpeted hallway.

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The Locket (part three)

Perched on her ledge Finny watched as late afternoon turned into early evening. Below her the population of the square was beginning to change. Store keepers and vendors were starting to pack away, while still keeping an eye out for late customers. The auctioneer was drumming his fingers on his podium, checking his watch and wondering what was for dinner tonight.

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The Locket (part two)

The rest of the afternoon wore on with an uncomfortable rising tension. When called on to read Finny did so resentfully. Her three companions around the little table slowly sank lower and lower in their seats. Finny’s growing sullen hostility to the lesson was acting like a lightning rod in the stormy sky of Joe’s impatience and they didn’t want to catch any stray bolts. When it was their turns to read, One Tooth, Casper and Worms would falter over their words, waiting for Joe’s patience to finally snap.

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Sunday Morning

Sunday mornings can be wonderful. Especially in Springtime. The bright sun rises into a crystal blue sky, birds sing, and there is a perfectly peaceful silence that exists before the bustle of the town ensues. In short, all the promise of a perfect day.

Hyle opened her eyes to her sun-filled bedroom. The fresh spring morning filled her senses...

For a few seconds…

“Ååååååhhh.... Nejjjj...”

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The Locket (part one)

Reading was boring. Writing was boring too, but at least you were doing something. Writing was like drawing, but in a secret code. Reading was just, well, dumb.

Finny was shocked out of her thoughts by a not too gentle smack on the back of the head. Then Joe’s hand appeared, his fingers snapping in front of her nose.

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doodling again

(( Little picture I made of Sharky and Hyle . Feel free to makea caption  ;)


Shark and Hyle


Later back is Hyles house, in the Sauna...

(( I did promise Sharky I'd make one there. Again, feel free to make a caption

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Rear Window [11]

Dwight Frye sat at his desk stirring sugar into the tea filled bone china cup on his desk. He liked to be at work early. Next to the cup sat a plate with several biscuits. He picked one and snapped it in half, pausing to brush a crumb from his neatly pressed grey waistcoat. He sipped the tea and surveyed his office. All was fine, everything was in order, not a file, folder or pile of documents out of place.

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