FF: Plastic Doll Pageant

Flash Fiction Challenge: Five Titles Make a Challenge Another Flash Fiction for Terribleminds.com Plastic Doll Pageant     We are just about to win the 12th annual National Miss Plastic Doll Pageant, and no one suspected my doll wasn't a true artificial intelligent robot.  Since her first pageant, in 2029, my sister couldn't get enough of the stage light.  She and others like her began mutilating their bodies to find perfection.  The Humane Society, finally stepped in and put a ban on all human pageants.  However, she did not want to give up the spotlight, so we worked together for years to put everything on the line for this very moment.     At last years pageant we came very close to winning, but we had played it too safe.  Our points in the talent and artificial logic competition were not enough to get us placed in the top twenty.  This year, Suzzi and I, replaced her eyes, chin, left foot, and made adjustments to her ligaments for mobility.   We also decided that we would not use a script in the logic competition and that Suzzi would attempt it on her own.  Of course, this could have backfired and destroyed us both, but after last years scores we risked it.  Seeing her now standing among the five remaining finalists, it became worth the chance of being incarcerated for life.     The announcers voice created silence across the auditorium when he opened the first of four envelopes with his frail hands.     "Fifth place goes to..." the dramatic pause had the desired effect as everyone inhaled, "... Lily, by the Microsift company."     A brief amount of applause broke out as everyone was anxious to hear the next placement.     "Fourth place goes to..." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the announcers repeating flare.     "... Samantha, by the AVX group."     My excitement is building and stirring my legs into constant motion, we have never made it to the top five, let alone the top three.  Pacing became my comforting friend as I tried to contain myself from an outburst in these last few moments. I was envious of Suzzi's calm right now.  I peaked through the curtain towards her in hopes that she could lend me some of her confidence.  She was standing straight and tall with a hypnotic smile that showcased her perfect teeth.  She wore a full length baby blue gown with sequins flowing in rivers from top to bottom.  Her blonde wig was perfect and her blue eyes seemed distant like she was day dreaming, but it was hard to tell with her new X12P model eyes.     "Meet your second runner up, Delannie, of the Pakard family."     Focus. My rational kicked in and told me to find a mirror.  The winning team was invited on the stage with their Plastic Doll to accept the crown and place it on their dolls head.  I found a reflective surface on the back side of the fourth runner ups mechanic booth and used my fingers to comb through my hair.     "First runner up will take the place of National Miss if any complications should arise..." The announcer's voice faded during his speech on what it means to be National Miss and the honor it brings to the support team.  I've heard it all a thousand times before while watching the winning videos with my sister.  The key words captured my attention.     "Your first runner up is... National Miss contestant Veronica, of the Harvart University.  This means Suzzi, of the Peraton family is your new 12th Annual National Miss Plastic Doll."     Overwhelming sounds of cheer rolled throughout the auditorium, causing further words from the announcer and the background music to be lost within the waves. I had to take big slow steps to keep myself from tripping with excitement as I moved across the stage to join my sister.  She looked back at me as I approached and gave me an utterly human smile that lit her face with complete bliss.  I watched her step towards the announcer and took his microphone. I reached her side as she culled the audience into silence with the fanning of her hand.     "What are you doing?" I whispered in her ear.     She glanced at me and then spoke into the microphone. "I love my brother with all of my heart."     The shock in my eyes flared as I looked at everyone's face for signs that our hoax was up.  There where none, they are all in awe with my sisters apparently scripted speech and humored by what they thought was my acting ability.     Suzzi continued, "When I was just 8 years old my brother told me that I will grow to be the most beautiful woman of all."      The audience began to think and the building pressure of their silence felt like someone was sticking figures in my ear.  They understood exactly what she was trying to tell them.     "When I was 10 I had my teeth replaced and my brother still told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world.  When I was 14 and had my face reconstructed, he told me I was radiant.  When I was 18 with new hips and shoulder joints, he said I was gorgeous.  Now that I'm 38, and the most beautiful creature alive, what do you think of me now, brother?"     She handed me the microphone.  She lifted her evening gown up to her knee to reveal a holster with an ERx gun.  She pulled it out, held it to her chest, and pulled the trigger faster than anyone could react.     I caught her as she fell and heard the sound of the microphone drop on the stage floor.  I saw the light quickly fading in her eyes and found my last words to her "You are exquisite, my dear sister."   She smiled one last time.     The blood pooling on the stage confirmed our fabrication. Authorities will be here soon.  I held my sister tighter, kissed her forehead, and told her departed soul "I love you. Thank you." -------------- Feedback is desired.  I'm still learning the craft, so please let me know how bad this short piece is.

Operation Bitter Frenzy

For TerribleMinds Flash Fiction Challenge Science Fiction/Fantasy. I started this a while back on another challenge about a title generator, but I never got past the first two paragraphs. It’s a little story about a military super soldier.   Operation Bitter Frenzy The winters chill ran over my skin as I exposed my wrist watch to check the time.  I tried to shake it off, but it was of no use the goose bumps trickled up my forearm and seeped through to my bones.  “I hate the damn cold.” I muttered hoping for a sympathic ear, but there was no one around to share in my misery.  My missions are typically solo, since no one can keep up with me, however I am still connected through my tracking chip and the comm system attached to my ear. "Orion, stay focused. The patrol team should be approaching your position." Lt. TJ Hanks's voice always made me want to clear my own throat, just to see if it would make him sound less congested. I slowed my breathing and concentrated and did as I was told.  I focused my sight, smell, and hearing sense.  I wouldn't be able to use my telepathy until they are within ten feet. "I can't sense them yet, but I may be hearing them. It could be just an animal."  I doubt it. What animal would be making noise in this cold weather?  I hated the cold, but I wonder if that is my choice or if it's part of my genetic make-up.   "Hanks, I got a glimpse of the child a couple days ago.  Is it true that she can read minds farther then me?"  I was created in a lab, carried by a surrogate mom, and bread for medical research and military application.  I was to be a super soldier.  The second child like me, they named project Athena, wasn't created.  Her father had inadvertently exposed her to the same alien chemicals that ran through my body when she was eight years old.  The military took possession instantaneous and have been testing her abilities for the last year. "They are preparing her to move her to a separate location.  We don't want all our eggs in one basket." "But is it true?" I wasn't going to let up.  My abilities have been stable for 5 years now.  We suspect I have reached my highest achievable strength.  I stopped having seizures.  My body is able to repair all minor damage and most critical issues, but if I took direct damage to the brain, it would be lights out for me.   I experienced a great deal of pain over the years while learning what I am capable of.  I honestly didn't want the government to create another me, but now that Athena is here, I'm glad that I'm not alone.  "Yes, but only by another twelve to thirteen inches." I could make out the sound of boots pressing into new snow. "I hear them approaching from the south.  Intel was right for a change, they deviate their surveillance routes.  Lets hope they are also correct about the timing." "Let them pass, then start your timer, and go steal us some highly sought after secrets boy." "I'm older then you Hank." I hated it when he called me boy.  "Not when it comes to perception. Now focus and check in once you are inside." It's true, I looked 15, when I'm actual 38.  Self repairing does wonders for the appearance. The security team passed and I was off, using my speed and dexterity to move quickly down the icy slop while covering my tracks.  I reached the alcove by the side entrance within three minutes.  The next part of the plan is to push security into opening the access door.  I hated pushing, it always left me with a headache and a dry mouth.  Thank god Athena hasn't shown any signs of this ability.  As much as the government liked it, it wasn't easy and it had costs.  In the early testing days I had several migraines for two weeks, almost forgot took a life when I linked while they were eating, and turned a man into a vegetable. Finding the closest guard was the easy part.  Reading that he has the teen 'Call Me Maybe' song stuck in his head, I had to refrain myself from laughing out loud, was also easy.  But pushing was the ability that I struggled with the most. The movies had it all wrong.  It wasn't squint your eyes, wave your hand, and speak the desired command.  Pushing require a commitment to the host's body and a persistent connection.   I tried explaining it to the scientists as drawing a line between two points, pushing an freight train down that line to break through at the other end, and then lifting heavy objects to get what you want.  At the host end every action came came with a 40 pound weight, but I gain access to all speech, hearing, vision, and motor control.  I peered through my hosts eyes, found the door buzzer, and pressed it. Moving my own body during the connection was twice as difficult as controlling the host, but I had to be quick to open the door and slip passed the hall security camera.  This was a stealth mission and I couldn't get caught, on tape or in person.  Not that they could hold me if they did catch me. I used the guards eyes to find the screen showing the hall camera and time the interval between panning and camera change.  Six seconds is plenty of time.  I rolled my body through the entrance hallway and into the security room.  I could feel my body melt from across the link, I was happy to be out of the cold. Releasing the link was the difficult task of the entire process.  Once I disconnected from the host and was back on the line, it had a tendency to snap away throwing me back into my body with force.  I positioned the guard away from my body and emptied the ammo from his side arm.  Later he'll just blame old age for forgetting why he did that. "I'm in."  No response. "Hanks, I'm in." "Hanks!"  the static noise clicked on, indicating they were still on the line. "Orion," Hanks voice was fighting with shouted orders in the background, "there has been an explosion at HQ. Abort your mission and ..." "Hanks?" I pressed my comm piece into my ear "Hanks, I didn't get that last transmission.  Abort and what?" The line was gone. What had just happened?  I dropped the connection with the guard, stood up from my position, and walked out the door.  Letting my adrenaline and anger help me through the pain in my head, I bolted at the entrance door breaking it from it's hinges and shattering the one way glass window across my path. "Hanks, I'm on my way.  Do you copy?  I'm on my way."

First Book Writers Workshop

I can list excuses as to why I haven’t been writing, and believe me they are good ones, but I won’t because I really could have tried.   In order to kick my bottom into gear, I have signed up for a Book Writers Workshop hosted through my (new) County Schools community program. The course is being taught by Lauren Carr (someone who I don’t know of yet).  Her website is http://mysterylady.net/.  Her twitter handle is @TheMysteryLadie. #Book Writers Workshop Have you ever thought of writing a book? Are you working on a book? Or have you written a book but don’t know if it is quite ready to be published? This 6-week, two-hour class on book writing will be taught by mystery writer Lauren Carr, the author of five critically acclaimed books. From addressing obstacles like time management to overcoming the Good-Parent Syndrome (You must sign up to find out what this is !), this course focus on teaching budding authors how to avoid the ten-plus most common mistakes made by new writers that can prevent their books from being a success. Note: Grammar and Punctuation are not on the list of most common mistakes. Included among the class topics:      * Making Time for Writing - Don’t Quit your day job yet!      * Character Development/Setting      * Research: Fact or Fiction * Conflict: Conflict is a Good Thing!      * Libel: How to Kill Your Boss Without Getting Arrested or Sued      * Book Length: Are We Done Yet? Whether your book is a memoir or mystery, historical fiction or horror, the Book Writers Workshop will help you take that next step to literary greatness.   This should get me back into the swing of things and on the right path too.  I’m jumping up and down with excitement to dedicate time into exercising my weak (and pathetic) writing craft.  The first day can’t come soon enough!

Online Social Writers Are My Mentors

As you know from my previous post I frequently visit Terribleminds.com for writing motivation.  Last Friday (June 29th) Chuck posted up another flash fiction challenge.   This time his challenge was another simple one that I had time to contribute on.  He asked for a three sentence story kept under 100 words.   Chuck would then pick his three favorites and send the winners a copy of his recent book 500 Ways To Tell A Better Story.  I took a moment or two and came up with the following submission. With only my uneventful life of selfishness, I found myself at hell’s door. Floating in the darkness I tried to push through the weight of my collapsing world in order to collect just one thought before there were none left. “Why?” Six days after reading the 143 submissions, I feel completely “schooled” in the art of writing.  When I wrote my little story I thought it was a good piece and was hoping it was good enough to win, but now I think it is lacking creativity, plot, character connection, and more.  I learned so much by reading the contributions, that I now know my three sentence story is not a winner.   I decided to pick the top three from the submission and pick apart why I think they are so wonderful and where I was lacking.   First up: Barbara Engel The man stood on the dock in the sun and the smoke of his lit cigarette curled gently over his hand as he watched the emergency rescue team lift his son from the water. The sucess of his career hung about his shoulders in the form of a flawlessly tailored suit with bejewled cufflinks and diamond tie pin, but his face was ragged with loss. “I am a poor man.” he said. I enjoyed this, because it had a specific character.  In mine you couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman, for all the reader knew it could be a talking animal that was at deaths door.   The only characteristic I gave him/her was that they were selfish.  Just one trait, when in reality we have an abundance of mannerisms, traits, quarks, habits, and more.  I am skipping over the two typo’s for sucess and bejewled, as they aren’t important towards my growth, but I didn’t want my readers to come back and point them out.  Barbara also captured emotion with a facial expression.   My little story has only one emotion and it was only expressed in a spoken word.  Confusion of why this would happen to the man/woman/animal. What I learned from Barbara: Build a better defined character. Connect the main character and the reader with emotion.   Second: Caleb Herman I woke up in hell; a dark and shapeless place, where memory and pain run together into a cocktail that tastes like blood and motor oil. I heard her voice; she said she wanted me to come back; she pleaded, screamed and sobbed for me, the last thing I heard her say was “I’m sorry”. I had to get up; I ripped and clawed at the edges of that hell, trying to find something real I could hang onto; anything to pull myself out, then I felt her hand in mine, my eyes opened and I saw her say… “Daddy”. Caleb’s short story was filled with sensational details (I would hope that he is one of the top three).  His story is similar to mine in that it is about death, but he has details and the FIGHT to draw a reader through.  He has filled his entire story with sensation using taste, sight, sound, and touch.  Missing only smell.  My story has no connection to senses, nothing that made anything seam plausible or substantial.  Mr. Herman also included drive and power into his story by having the daughter’s fight to encourage her father, which led to him fighting to come back to her. What I learned from Caleb: Add connections to senses, make it tangible. Include motivation.   Third: Tony Southcotte The housebot analyzed the patch data, detailing her new emotional output and sensual capabilities. The first feeling of excitement fluttered through her system. The second, dread, as her salivating owner undid his belt buckle. Tony shows creativity and simplicity.  Simplicity is what I was striving for.  Not something that was over the top or that could be misunderstood for a partial story.  My story is simple, but missing so much detail to give it motion.  Mine is simple, boring, and pointless.  The second piece about Tony's story that caught my attention was the creativity he put into it.   Now some of you may say that it's not very creative, that robots have been misused and abused since their conception.  What Tony did was show me how disturbed the housebot's owner is to have patched the bot with emotions so that he could inspire dread and fear.  A tweak there, changes the story completely.  Consider the story again without the emotion patch and I think you'd draw a conclusion that the owner was just a lonely pervert.   With the patch adding human emotion to the story--he becomes a very sick and messed up *bad word here*.  I am definitely lacking creativity. What I learned from Tony: Simple is good as long as it's rounded. Be creative.   Thank you Thank you to all those writers who contribute online and help mentor other want-to-be writers. Rewrite Taking what I've learned from the above submissions and others from the challenge I am rewriting my three sentence story. I found myself floating down towards the ash covered iron gates of Hell with only the memory of my existence slowly fading behind me. Knowing that if I touched the opaque ground I would be trapped; due to pay the price for my selfishness, however my struggling did not delay the pulling assent. I searched my mind for a reason that would release me from my fate; if my father had stuck around, if Sheila stayed away from other men, if only I had more time, but time was almost gone and I had one thought left, why me. Better? Thoughts?

Something Old: Filiaoflogain

While looking through old files I found a character background I wrote for a DnD character. I haven’t taken the time to re-edit, I thought it would be neat to see it in it’s original form.  The image art was also created by Jon Maki of Heroic Portraits. Enjoy!   Story of Filiaoflogain   Logain, a 6,000 year old sorcerer feels the years coming to a close and wants to pass on his being, but not to just anyone.  He takes a sample of his own blood to the Plane of Fire and appealed to the Mephits to raise a daughter for him to pass his knowledge.  After much persuasion they relent and grant the sorcerers request.  However, not all in either order were pleased with the mixing of the races. Logain took his daughter, he named Filiaoflogain, home and began passing on his knowledge.  While she appeared to be mostly human, she has the wings and powers of the Fire Mephits. She also has claws and ears somewhat smaller then a true Mephit.  She was quick to learn and eager to demonstrate her abilities.  Logain was patient with his apprentice but encouraged to take her time in her studies.  Shortly after her birth, Logain received an amulet.  While he was concerned, he continued to tell Filia as she was growing that it is an ornament and of no power, however he kept it around his neck and never removed it.  Her curiosity was aroused however and she often gazed upon it, but never getting a good look. About 16 years after she was given to Logain, Filia got restless and wanted to branch out on her own.  Logain warned her of the dangers of the world’s prejudices about mixed races and mephitis of this plane.  After a heated argument, Filia left her father and set out to see the world.  A few days of traveling went by and she found herself at a small town.  Upon entering she was ridiculed.  In her rage, she unleashes several bursts of fire, and then fled from the village in fear of herself.  Disheartened and confused about her identity, she decided to go back to Logain's cottage.  About a half mile from the cottage, she heard or rather felt an intense explosion.  Fearing the worst Filia raced to the cottage, only to find it in ruins.  Overcome with grief, she scantily noticed laughter, and turned her head towards the sound’s emission to find a shadowy figure leaving the scene.  She tore the remains of the house apart, but found no sign of Logain, except for the amulet, which appeared to have been intentionally hidden in the floor trap where she kept all of her secrets growing up. Filia was startled because she knew he would not leave behind the amulet.  As she studied the amulet she spotted a faded inscription around the edges, but only a few letter were discernible “SI M R”.  In the middle of the amulet it appears to be a map. Filia, still recovering from her grief vows to find out what happened to her father. She instinctively knew the answer was related to the amulet and set out to decipher its secrets. She scoured the rubble of her former home looking for anything else that could help her and that is when she came across a partial talisman that had almost the same look of the amulet’s map. She headed out to find answer and wisely chose to bypass the local town where she had been ostracized previously. She headed to the next town of Belkin. Her first stop was the town’s library. She asked the librarian if she could tell her anything about the amulet, but when the librarian saw it, she screeched “Child, get out of here, and never show that to anyone!” She tucked the amulet safely into her pack and headed to the cartographers house to show him the talisman. He looked at it, and explained the map on it was near the town of Simmur, and the seal on it was that of the Archmage Gralman. She leapt to her feet, grabbing the talisman and ran from the building. The cartographer was screaming a warning to her, but she was too far gone. She needed answers. What happened to her father? Is he dead? What does this amulet mean? She was taken to the Archmage Gralman directly when she showed the amulet to his acolyte. He eyed her mysteriously before handing it back to her. "If you wish to learn, you will go to this address and present them with this letter." With that, he handed her a letter ordering that she be accepted into the group and await further instructions. His acolyte escorted her to the door of the tower and left her alone in Simmur.

Every Other Vampire Story

This morning I was inspired by a “Just the opening line” flash fiction challenge by Chuck Wendig over at terribleminds.com.   I had just been thinking about that on my drive into the office.  Where does this new dream start.   It’s not quite an R dream and I won’t go into details here, but there is a lot of mixed desires in it.   Here is the opening line I submitted at Flash Fiction Challenge: Just The Opening Line: “After loosing everything last year, I never would of thought that my nightmare inspired screams of torment would change my existence again.” Is it catchy? The story is a combination of elements from every other vampire story out there, however don’t loose hope there is one part that is original (at least I think so).  I’m not going to write the story out here, but I will give you a little tease by providing a partial summary. After loosing her family, June threw herself into her hobbies.  Surprisingly it wasn’t cats, but technology.   She turned her small apartment into a Smart Home of sorts.  She used open source bits and pieces.  Along with Kinect and multi-touch technology, she was able to setup a fully functioning security system that included automated answering services. This is where the dream started and I became a little obsessed with the technology, but I’m saving the Smart House blog post topic for later.   I started to get bored with June hanging in her Smart House isolated from the world, so I threw at her some strangers. June had a nightmare about her family drowning and awoke screaming desperately for help.  She could not get back to sleep, until she put on loud metal music and pushed the ear buds into place.  She soon fell back to sleep with a pillow over her head. --- At the front door of June’s house two officers approached, called by a worried neighbor.  The door scanned the closest and found them on file as an officer and granted emergency access levels.   This gave the cop the ability to view the house plans and camera’s from the front door touch panel.  It also gave them the ability to override the lock controls and enter the house. They knocked several times and even tried the open communication feature to call out to those within the house.   When they got no response they started looking through the camera views.   They saw June in bed, unmovable, with a pillow over her head.  Worried that there may have been a homicide the cops entered her house, approached her room, and carefully pushed the pillow aside. I am officially getting into to much details so I need to step this back a level. --- June awoke and kindly explained to the officers about her night terrors.  She fixed them a cup of coffee and let them tell her how wonderful her Smart House is.  Officer Sullone and Officer Larkin looked like brothers, with their blond hair and high check bones.  June felt the attraction to them, but ignored it just as she had been doing for a year.  As they were leaving they exchanged looks and a node from Larkin.  Officer Sullone took a hold of June by the wrist and quickly twisted her around so that she was now between the two of them and her back pinned against Sullone’s chest.  He pulled at her chin to extend her neck and whispered in her ear to sooth any words stuck in her throat.  Office Larkin leaned in and took a long sniff of her neck line.   Then placed a small kiss near her jaw.  Sullone released his grip, put catching her before she fell further to the ground.   June had lost her footing with that kiss.  The two Officers proceeded to leave to file there reports regarding her incident, leaving her completely baffled. I just want to write the whole story, but you don’t have time to read the whole thing.  So here is the REALLY summed up version. The officers are vampires. June smells really good.  They collected her and bind her (means they own her).  They decide to enter her into the vampire court auction.  She causes a ruckus.  She is sold to be killed.  King vampire spares her before the end.  He reads human minds.  She is re-bound to the King.  She gets spoiled, but causes war.  Her independence and blood changes the hidden vampire world. Death is only the beginning! Right?

Take Away From NaNoWriMo 2011

I am (not) a winner of this year’s NaNoWriMo 30 day 50k words challenge. I don’t get the awesome badge on my site that says Winner, but I do get the Participant badge. The final count for the month is 15,753 words. [More]

My Introduction to Flash Fiction

Being new to NaNoWriMo means I’m also new to the fans, other writers, and motivational resources. In my social interaction I came across a website titled Terribleminds. This guy tells it like he sees it and doesn’t hold back the profanity. I like him and will most likely check in on his blog for years to come. He recently put out a challenge for a 100 word flash fictions with a focus on the writers choice of using one of these five words; frog, powder, seagull, tower, and scissors. I thought, why not, and gave it a try. I quickly picked a word and went to town. I’ve never written flash fiction before, but doing this challenge enlightened my day, so I did more the next day and then the day after that. I did this until all five words were used; the last entry was Black Friday morning. Mr. Chuck Wendig, author of terribleminds.com, offered up a winning prize for what he believes is the best one. I would be thrilled if one of my five made it, but I wouldn’t be a bit sad if they didn’t. [More]

Last Sane Day

I wanted to post a goodbye to my family, friends, and readers as I venture into NaNoWriMo starting tomorrow.  Feel free to express your support and encouragement, but don’t be sad if my response is delayed.  And lets have a party in 31 days. Tracking You can keep an eye on my progress at my NaNoWriMo Stats 2011 page. My NaNoWriMo participant page is at http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/participants/tevyn. I hope to have time to tweet about it too from @Tevyn and I’ll include the tag #enderlace, as that is my book title. Going Expectations While researching and preparing myself for NaNo I’ve found motivational websites, helpful techniques, and a basic understanding of what it means to commit to the National Novel Writing Month.  From this research I’ve decided that it would be impractical of me to consider achieving the gold.  I am not psyching myself out, I’m just being realistic.  (1) This is my first year. (2) I am just beginning the craft of writing. (3) I have 2 little kids, fulltime job, 1.8 hour daily commute, a house to clean, guests to entertain at Thanksgiving, and a husband to keep.  I also have little faith that what I write will actually be any good, after all I’m pretty much just puking out my novel in 30 days.  I don’t have a PhD in English Literature, heck I don’t even have a Bachelors degree.  What I write is going to be 85% crap.   I’m not going to be a writer in 30 days, but I may turn out to be a better writer when it’s over. What I want to get out of NaNoWriMo is a giant lesson on getting my stories from my head on to paper.  Crafting writing skills takes time, in fact, it could take several years before I actually write a somewhat successful novel in a month.  NaNo is just my “GET YOUR BUTT MOVING!” push. Departing with a Tiny Gem --- Before I drop everything I wanted to share with you an excerpt from the fan fiction I’ve been working on lately.  It is now on hold until after November.      Looking up to clear her thoughts she admired the cooling fan in the parasol over her table.  The device was connected by a steel pipe that ran down the central poll to the base.  At the base there is an extended circular pipe around it that propelled the fan through foot pressure.  If you press the pedal to the floor the speed of the fan would increase, as you lighted the pressure the speed would decrease.  She had the same type of mechanics in her hand held parasol, however it used a gripping mechanism to modulate the speed.       Silvia glanced towards her parasol a the nearby entrance that lead out from the cafe, but her eyes didn't make it there.  Her eyes caught sight on a gentleman pacing several feet away along the walkway just outside of the Lynda’s Cafe gate.  He looked confused and determined as he glanced at his pocket watch.

Phoenix Builds a Cover

I haven't written this out as a story because I don't have time.  I'm working on a fan fiction short story right now and preparing for NaNoWriMo.  The fan fiction is from the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences world and I'm only at 2000+ words.  My goal is 7.5k by the 30th (small for practice). However, I didn't want to forget last night’s dream, so I'm writing the summarized version today.  It's just another plot line for Phoenix that provides the opportunity for supporting characters.  ----      She selects a new brother from the hard streets of LA strung up on cocaine, to support her new cover. Phoenix takes him to a rehab clinic and visits during the weekends. They work on their relationship as brother and sister (playing scrabble and chess). She prepares identification paperwork for him and changes his history to that of a healthy good student.  Phoenix moves them to a place where they can reinvent themselves and enrolls them to the local school (college/high school). He becomes her identity cover, a brother, a friend, and a side kick. He has a second chance at a rich life on a platter because of her.  She informs him that she has secrets and only trust and time will reveal them. He suspects her ability to read minds early on as she busts him before he falls off the wagon. As their relationship grows he learns of her healing capabilities and that she can manipulate air (telekinesis).  ---- In reality I think I miss my family and my unofficially adopted brother Chris. I truly hope everyone is doing well.