notheredave - Sun, 04/30/2017 - 3:48pm
Hyle Troy - Sun, 04/30/2017 - 10:15am
"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."
Hanne Berg - Fri, 04/28/2017 - 11:44am
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.
Hyle Troy - Tue, 04/25/2017 - 11:10am
Silent, senses fully aware. Poised, feline, acute
Someone is about to have thier day spoiled
Hyle Troy - Mon, 04/24/2017 - 12:37pm
" 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 !"
Hyle Troy - Fri, 04/21/2017 - 7:02am
“ No No it’s wonderful.. Really !”
“But.. there is a but, right ?”
“ Ermm.. It’s a bit.. Pink?… maybe ? “
Veronica Volt - Tue, 04/18/2017 - 6:42pm
'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.
Joe Spivey - Tue, 04/18/2017 - 5:12am
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.
Joe Spivey - Mon, 04/17/2017 - 4:31am
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.
Joe Spivey - Sun, 04/16/2017 - 5:33am
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.
Joe Spivey - Sat, 04/15/2017 - 8:25am
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.
Silja Henningsdottir - Fri, 04/14/2017 - 5:22am
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.
Joe Spivey - Fri, 04/14/2017 - 4:26am
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.
Joe Spivey - Thu, 04/13/2017 - 4:01am
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.
Hyle Troy - Wed, 04/12/2017 - 5:57am
“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.
Joe Spivey - Wed, 04/12/2017 - 5:45am
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.
Joe Spivey - Tue, 04/11/2017 - 3:54am
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.
Joe Spivey - Mon, 04/10/2017 - 4:38am
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.
Hyle Troy - Mon, 04/10/2017 - 3:07am
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…
Joe Spivey - Sun, 04/09/2017 - 5:43am
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.
notheredave - Thu, 04/06/2017 - 8:59pm
floW BACK 2 Sun rising over y our One can trace the ancestry of RFID back to the beginning of time.
Hyle Troy - Tue, 04/04/2017 - 1:29am
(( Little picture I made of Sharky and Hyle . Feel free to makea caption ;)
Later back is Hyles house, in the Sauna...
(( I did promise Sharky I'd make one there. Again, feel free to make a caption
Hanne Berg - Sun, 04/02/2017 - 4:50am
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.
Hanne Berg - Sat, 04/01/2017 - 11:21am
After what seemed like an eternity, Hanne turned on her side in her bed to discover that the clock now read 03:39.. the last time she looked, ages ago, it had read 03:18. and the time before that, 03:03.
Hyle Troy - Sat, 04/01/2017 - 11:17am
Hanne Berg - Fri, 03/31/2017 - 12:51pm
“Yer can feck awfe ! There is no damned way I’m gonna wear a damned clown suit ! “
The taller of the two men turned to the other.
Joe Spivey - Fri, 03/31/2017 - 7:30am
Joe stood on the sunny pavement looking annoyed as he took a last long pull on his cigar. He flicked the remainder off into the gutter and reached for the big brass latch to the imposingly solid front door of his ammunition factory. Whichever eagle-eyed urchin was the first out of the factory at the end of the day would have themselves the unexpected reward of a full half of one of Joe's cigars.