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Dusty Journal, Page Three

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Dear Journal,

That cliche again. As usual, it fits. Wonder when I'll stop that? For now, maybe not since it works, right?
To say that I was excited to wake up on saturday is an understatement. It was party day, and not just any party, but at the famous Waffle Hus of Hope Springs. I remember well enough about the party, that Hyle is the woman in charge, its her baby and she revels in it to the fullest, at least, thats what I can remember. This will be the first one I can remember attending in a very long time.

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The Wild Life of New Flagstaff

‘No!’
‘Yes!’
‘No!’
‘Yes!’
‘There are!’
‘No, only orange and black’
‘You are wrong!’ the little girl said to her mother as they walked along the street in New Flagstaff. ‘I have seen one.’
‘You have never seen one,’ the mother said shaking her head. ‘Only pictures in the books.’
‘I have,’ the little girl said with much exasperation.’
The mother smiled ‘Really? White with purple stripes?’
‘Yes!’ the little girl said wondering if her mother now believed her.
‘No!’
‘Yes!’

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The Art of Laughter

Veronica looked again at the painting. 'This is pre-electric light style?' she asked.

Hyle smiled. 'Pre-Raphealite,' she corrected. 'It is Pre-Raphealite. I painted a Pre-Raphealite V V'

'I have not read the poem,' Veronica said. 'What did you say it is called? The Lady of Shallots?'

Hyle could hold back no longer and burst into laughter. Veronica looked to Hyle confused first, then smiled, then grinned, then also burst into laughter.

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Lost at Shore - Part 5 Finale

The storm howled outside as Veronica, the three sailors and "Captain" Graham of the recloning bunker sat around a wooden table, sipping rum. The wet coat and hat of the Captain hanging from a hook.

'We drifted,' Jim explained. 'Lost at shore, no compass, stars hidden.'

'We could not find the way back,' Stormy added. 'All at sea, all at sea we were.'

'Marooned,' Ishmael exclaimed. 'We were marooned.'

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Lost at Shore - Part 4

It was amazing, so real it was real, even sails. The ship was large enough for the three men but small enough to hide behind the hill. What was even stranger were the four big wheels attached. Veronica looked closer and noticed the ship was on a wooden frame on wheels.

'Our ship!' Stormy said. 'The problem is we have no water to sail on,' Stormy added moving his hand around the land around them.

'You built this?' Veronica asked amazed.

'Yes,' Jim said. 'If only we can sail. Imagine! Us on the water! Jim Hawkins back on the sea!'

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Lost at Shore - Part 3

'Are you sure we are not on the sea?' groaned Veronica.

'Sure,' said Stormy. 'On the land unfortunately.'

'But we are still swaying,' complained Veronica.

Jim laughed, 'It is the rum Veronica.'

'I will never drink room again,' Veronica groaned. 'My head feels terrible.'

Bang! Bang! Ishmael was hitting a hammer on a metal rod. 'How does this work?' he asked.

'No! No!' moaned Veronica. 'Too much noise!'

'I am trying to make a magnet,' Ishmael said.

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Lost at Shore - Part 2

The sailors were singing.

What shall we do with a drunken Veronica?
What shall we do with a drunken Veronica?
What shall we do with a drunken Veronica?
Early in the morning!

"I am noth thrunk," Veronica said red eyes half closed and waving a bottle in front of her as she sat on a chest in the sailor hut.

'Are you sure?' Ishmael said. 'You look a little unsteady.'

'Noth,' Veronica said speaking a little louder than normal. She stood up, swayed a little and grabbed the box to stop her falling.

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Lost at Shore

'Ahoy!'

Veronica looked around. Nobody. Strange.

'Ahoy!'

The voice again. Veronica looked around again. Nobody.

'Up here!'

Veronica looked up. Nobody.

'Behind you! Up here!'

Veronica turned around and looked up. There was a tower near a wooden hut. Up the tower on the ledge was a man dressed in white. He waved at Veronica.

'Ahoy!'

Perhaps he is Czech, Veronica thought. 'Err.. ahoy,' she replied. 'Errr...dobree den...'

'Dobee what?' the man said confused.

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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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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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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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Suspicions from ages left

Brett felt very uncomfortable in the protective suit as he awkwardly walked to his friends, Das and Fenster, standing near the window.

'What?' Brett asked from under the protective mask as he noticed the smiles on their faces. 'What is so funny?'

'Nothing,' Das said. 'Yes nothing,' Fenster agreed still smiling. Both laughed. 'Sorry,' Fenster said,' but with the mask you sound like that Derek Vader, or that is what i was told he sound like.'

'Why me? Why does Bogenschütze not go?' Brett complained.

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Prickly temper

 

Luka stepped out of the lab door and breathed deep the fresher air outside. The lab was not smelling so good. He was beginning to suspect the moisture making mud, perfect for shampoos, or so the Traveller guy had told to him, the mud which smelled of creeper dung, was creeper dung.

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A Lot of Hand Waving - Part 7

On the top of a small hill near the town of Spider Hill, but far away from the spider nests, a group of pale faced people stood in circle around a fresh grave. Light rain fell from the cloudy sky and from the pale faces, the eyes cried eyeliner. For some the hands were raised to brows, for others they waved in front of them and gripped air with grief. A few sobbed silently on anothers shoulders. All were brought together in silent sorrow, grief displayed with gesture and expression. Every movement clearly made with a wave of the hand, a turn of the arm, a lowering of the head.

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A Lot of Hand Waving - Part 6

Veronica open the door a little, looked out and then shut it again.

'There is one on the other side of the door,' she whispered to Susan who stood behind her with the others.

'What do they want?' Susan whispered back.

'I do not know,' Veronica whispered a reply.

'Why are you whispering?' Charlie asked loudly.

'Sssshhh!' Veronica and Susan both said.

Veronica opened the door. A woman with a very pale face stood outside. She was wearing a striped top and beret like the others. She raised a hand and waved.

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A Lot of Hand Waving - Part 5

'They have surrounded the building!' Veronica exclaimed when Susan ran down the staircase. Susan ran to a window and looked out. Outside, two of the strange pale face creatures were waving hands in the air. One seem to be feeling for rain and then opened its Umbrella, invisible of course. The other began to dance, one hand holding down on its beret.

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A Lot of Hand Waving - Part 4

Here is Susan Grindel of Spider Hill Radio with a special report. As our listeners know, there has been encounters with-

Aliens!

Ummm, sorry... our engineer thinks they are aliens, but the truth is, we do not know who are the strange pale face people seen in Spider Hill. We have seen them around the station building, we have seen them make strange hand waving, we have seen the strange striped tops and berets. Now, our newest reporter, Mr Luke Redeye, has volunteered to go outside to investigate. Luke, can you hear us?

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A Lot of Hand Waving - Part 3

'Can you hear anything?' Susan Grindel, one of the radio station main broadcasters, asked.

'No,' Veronica said listening to the door. 'Nothing.'

'Perhaps they have gone,' Susan said.

'Only is one way to be sure,' Veronica responded. She opened the door. A pale face with a beret stared back, Veronica gasped and quickly shut the door. 'No, still there.'

'Let us look from above,' Susan said. Veronica followed her up the staircase.

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A Lot of Hand Waving

Veronica stopped the buggy, jumped out and began to walk towards the building containing the Spider Hill Radio control room. Her eyes danced left and right to the ground so to avoid meeting anything with eight legs when suddenly she bumped into someone. She looked up. It was a man wearing a striped white and red top and a red beret.

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C.O.D. - Chair on Delivery

'I am Luka Fosburgh,' Luka said to the man behind the counter in the New Flagstaff Franklin Rider Officer. 'I was told you have a letter for me but it needs the payment.'

The man behind the counter looked at Luka noticing his slightly wet hair, freshly washed, he thought, looks soft, nice shine. 'Luka... yes...Luka. Something back there. I will fetch it.' He wandered to the storage area for what seemed to Luka like ten minutes but was really two, and returned with something in his hand. 'We need five blue please. The sender forgot to pay.'

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When claws are not so sharp

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Houses do not usually talk. Veronica knew this. She jumped out of the buggy again, looked back to the house hidden in the darkness and listened. Nothing. Just the wind. Veronica was about to get back into the buggy when she heard it again.

'Help.'

It was not the wind. It was a voice.

'Help me. Please. I can hear you out there,' the voice called again from the house.

'Hallo?' Veronica called in reply. 'Is anyone there?'

'Over here,' returned the voice. 'The house. Inside the house.'

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Stuck

'Are you sure?' Luka asked walking around the rock on which Veronica sat.

'Yes,' Veronica replied. 'The mechanic said on the radio that he will send someone.'

Luka stopped walking and looked at the buggy. Silent and still. 'Perhaps you could try it again?' he suggested.

'We have tried it four time already,' Veronica said. 'Something is wrong, it needs the Mechanic to examine it.'

'Did you check the fuel?' Luka asked.

'It is electric,' Veronica said. 'Battery not fuel.'

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Foot Fools in the Shadows

Veronica and Sharky stood outside the cave looking at the enterance.

'This is it,' Sharky said. 'The home of a huge Sasquatch.'

'The cave looks like a throat,' Veronica said.

'With a huge hand on top of it,' Sharky added. 'See, it even has a thumb.'

'Yes, You are right!' Veronica responded seeing it also.

'A big hand for a big foot,' Sharky chuckled.

'And a big throat,' Veronica added.

'But is it deep?' Sharky said quietly.

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Knock, Knock, Knocking on Halloween Door

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It was Halloween and the gloom of the evening seemed to be alive with mischief. Or so Veronica liked to imagine. As she stood in Lukas lab in New Flagstaff she glanced over to the carved pumpkin near the window. Well, it was not really a pumpkin, more a oversize tainted vegetable of some kind. Actually it was not really carved, more hacked to some hideous form by the enthusiasm of Veronica but with very limited skill. She smiled. It really was hideous. Luka hated it but it quite is the resemblance of him she thought.

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Like a Volt in the Night

'Calling Window Washer. Calling Window Washer. Hallo? Are you there?' Veronica stopped and listened to the radio. No response. She glanced out of the garage to the Picus gate, illuminated by guard light in the night, before returning to try the radio again. 'Calling Window Washer. This is Purple Pigeon. Are you-'

'Veronica is that you?' returned a voice within the crackle of static.

'Shh... Do not use my real name!' Veronica responded urgently.

'Oh yes... I forgot about that Veronica,' crackled the voice again.

'Fenster! No real names!'

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Incident at Picus Ridge - A Special Oddity

T PLUS SIX MINUTES

Sharkdog glanced out from the garage towards the gate of Picus Ridge. Where was she? Surely she must be here soon. He would have joined her, but the Techs there always seem to be suspicious of him. He walked about impatiently and then looked outside again. Something purple was approaching, fast. 'Sharky! Sharky where are you?' he could hear her calling. He walked outside.

Veronica ran up to him, breathing rapidly and covered in something. 'We must go!' she screamed. 'We must go now! Run!'

 

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A Taste of Ancient Greece

'The veranda of the Black Beer Bar,' Sharky told her on the radio, 'is a good place to watch the storm.'

It was. Veronica found Sharky already sitting on the bench on the veranda. They watched the storm, the charge of electricity in the air, the sound of the thunder, the flashes of the lightning.

After the storm, they went into the Black Beer Bar to have some food.

'The Jerky for me please,' Sharky said to Tex behind the counter before turning his head to Veronica and asking "And you? What would you like?'

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The Bowl That Walked

'He called you Missy?' Sharky asked.

'No, messy' Veronica replied. 'He said messy. Me! My corner is tidy unlike the rest of his storeroom.'

'I am sure he likes you paying rent, so he cannot complain too much,' Sharky pointed out.

Veronica was not listening. 'Messy! He is always losing things, not me. Except the hat day...'

'The hat day?' Sharky asked puzzled.

'The day my hat was missing.'

'Which one?'

'The purple one.'

Sharky sighed and decided not to make the obvious comment. 'Did you find it?' he asked.

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Butterfly in my belly

win her over with chloroform

 

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Choose Well

'Ut ois bei Ohahsiz ahn Syidyar Yill,' she explained. 'Ahy yent yere ahn mah bahgy. Tah bahgy ahs mahsh lahgahg spahs fah tahls ahrnd ahkipmahnt.'

A brief pause before continuing.

'Ah ahreifed aht tah bahnker ahn zaw tah ahntarna ahn dah rahf. Thrah wahz ah lahdah baht yit wahz fahri- aahhh ah fahgaht tah sah ah wahnt anzeid baht tah dahrs tah fah stahps wahz shaht. Ah eih ahd tah spahk tah fah mahn insahd yahzing ah mahkerfohn nah tah dahr. Iyt wahz fahree strahng.'

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