My First Stab At Fiction In AGES

It’s a way first draft- banged out stream of conciousness from a thought I’d had. Hope to actually do something with it but with my track record, who knows?

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When he came back into the room, he realized what a dunce he’d been. Leaving Marsha alone with three ravenous beasts, no matter what they had promised, was a foolish move. Leaving aside the fact he’d only been gone for less than a minute, the fact remained that where before there had been Marsha and the three monsters in the room, now there were only three monsters.

Robert was the minotaur, a 12 foot tall woman eating monstrosity. However, get past that and he was an all right guy. Matrice was the fat gargoyle and he had a deserved reputation as a whiner. He too had an endless appetite for devouring maidens fair. Tully was the gigantic spider and while he was a sweet guy the fact remained that he was a gigantic fucking spider. Needless to mention as well his primary contribution to the nightly table was a captured woman.

All three of them looked more innocent than the last which brought the trio of them into an endless spiral of innocence. Sam wasn’t stupid though. A little slow sometimes but then hey, he didn’t have to administrate to the business needs of millions.

“All right,” he said with a sigh. “Which one of you ate her?”

The silence in the room was deafening.Even the figiting of the monsters before him was basically silent.

“Look,” he said. “I know one of you ate her. I know this because she was here when I left and now she is gone. SImple addition and subtraction. So I want the one of you what ate her to cough her back up.”

“I think she had to go to the bathroom,” said Robert. He scratched one giant furry ear as he spoke, unable to look Sam in the eye.

“No, it was a book,” said Tully. Even his voice was kind of scrithery, like his giant naked spider legs. “She wanted to read a book.”

“So, what, you think I’m stupid?” asked Sam. He sort of didn’t want a truthful answer from the beasts. He was afraid they did think he was just a moron, someone they could pull the wool over the eyes of. Some bum they could just play like a fool. It hurt him to think they might think that way because he liked the monsters. They were fun to be around and even though they ate a lot of women between them- a LOT of women- it was worth it to be just one of the guys with them.

It was only Matrice that stayed silent, looking to the ground as his grey wings slowly moved behind him. One grey foot scratched at the linoleum flooring.

“Matrice,” said Sam, slowly walking over to the gargoyle. “Come on now. I bet you know which one of you guys ate her.”

“She looked tasty,” said Matrice quietly and the other two monsters reacted with disdain. They had the guy fooled, was their body language, with Robert slapping his head and looking away and Tully scritchering away to a corner of the room. “Really good looking.”

“So which one of you three ate her?” asked Sam again. He had a feeling it was MAtrice, but he wanted to make sure.

Matrice slowly raised his hand, looking away, wings tightly furled against his back. “I did,” he whispered.

Sam couldn’t be mad at him. He was only doing what all monsters did, eating women. Swallowing them whole and digesting them alive. It wasn’t pleasant for the woman who’d been eaten, but the monsters never ate anyone out of malice.

“Did you chew her?” asked Sam, hoping against hope.

Matrice reacted as he wished, screwing up his face and making gagging noises. “Sam, I could never do that,” he said. “That’s horrible. I hate chewing bones and the taste of intestines makes me sick!”

“Well, you better cough her up then,” said Sam, patting the twelve foot tall, 2 ton monster on the forearm.

“Do I gotta, Sam? She really was tasty and I like the way she wriggled in my throat as I ate her.”

“Cough her up,” said Sam with a sigh. He stepped back as Matrice opened his mouth and made horrible yagging noises. Spit ran like a hose, and soon other fluids were cascading from the gargoyles mouth as he worked his gullet, trying to bring back up the woman he had swallowed alive. Arms burst from his throat follwed by the upper body of a gasping and coughing woman. With a final gag, Marsha came back up from the acid hell of Matrice’s stomach and into the world.

As soon as she was able, Marsha grabbed Sam and screamed. Her face was screwed into abject terror, horror at what her fate had been. Sam held her to him, making all the right noises.

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So, here’s hoping

Anne

What Do You Mean?

Evil has never loved you as I do.

What do you mean?

Nobody has ever loved you like I do.

Anne

Hello

Things are slowly decrazyfying… for the time being. Rudy should get out of the nursing home in a few days… my mother-in-law came to our home and with her- well, husband is too strong a word… and they helped clean up our house and do actual physical changes to parts to make it easier for Rudy and I to live here.

I get along GREAT with my mother-in-law. Fucking LUCKY, I am

So the house is spic-and-span again, and ready for my man to come home!!

Anne

Ups And Downs

Rudy is in a nursing home, has been for about 2 weeks now. Everyone was amazed at how weak he was. Sigh. But he’s getting massive physical therapy… he’ll be strong when he comes home.

He’s been thinking of having us sell the house we just bought and move back where we started, taking our kids with us. I like the idea but oh man what a lot of work to re-pack up the house, find a way to move, etc etc etc. And with him as sick as he is… This time would probably be the last time we would ever move.

So I don’t know.  I HATE it here where we live- fucking little podunk dead-end shallow nothing of a shit-stain on the map… No doctors here that have a brain in their heads and the ones that we DO have are fucking DANGEROUS they are so motherfucking STUPID.

Motherfucker I hate it here.

But I also want it to be a good move for Rudy, and if we could get out from under the house (something that scares me to death now- I was terrified buying the house, and now he wants to SELL it? God damn, I am glad I don’t know a thing about finances)…

Anyway, that’s where we are. I am going to try writing again here now that SOME of the stress has lowered… and I want to try chatting and RPing again, so don’t give up on me guys! I am still here

Well, Life Has Been Just Shit

since my last post, and for me to just sum it up like that with all that’s happened in my life-

Well, fuck.

Rudy’s still in the hospital, I’m spending 99% of my time with him there and trying to keep my life together the rest of the time. Not easy. Kids are starting school and I’m trying not to lose my mind.

Rudy’s not doing good. We spent a lot of time one day with him crying and talking about how hard it is for him to fight to stay alive, and that I have to realize that one day soon he’s going to have to stop fighting.

He keeps making me promise I won’t do anything horrible to myself after, when he can’t fight any more.

Anyway, he might have to stay in a nursing home after this, we don’t know. We just don’t know.

I just don’t know.

Anyway, that’s where I have been all this time, everyone. I still want to talk with people in various chatting programs- just haven’t been around, or haven’t had the energy to talk when I am around.

Miss you all.

I Have Just Now Gotten Back From The Hospital

again.

Literally- I haver been in the hospital since last Saturday. Almost died from cellulitis- again. They also gave me the darling news that this is not the last time I will have cellulitis- what with the lymphedema I have (from past episodes of cellulitis) it’s pretty much garanteed that this will happen again – many times.

So but fuck.

Anyway, I have been discharged from the hospital a grand total of 3 hours ago, and I had the fun time (plus my nieces- they had to help!) of talking my husband into going to the hospital so he doesn’t die of endocarditis.

Joy.

Ages Since I Last Posted

I am not trying to avoid anyone online, nor am I trying to not get work done. I simply haven’t had the time to get onto any chat programs (and I miss all of you that I chat with- ALL of you!! Jeff, Wandersmann, Bryan, ALL of you!). To those I owe email (Chuck, I know you don’t read this but if you did, you’d know I’m gonna email you back real soon now!), I have no excuse. It’s been ages since I have been able to get to my webmail. I haven’t MEANT to not write- and this is a complex issue here. Part of it is trying to process some “criticism” from Rudy that, while given in an effort to help me grow as a writer, has instead just fucking DEVASTATED me.

And it’s been hot – 101 lately. And western Washington state don’t GET that hot and here it is. Rudy’s almost dying from the heat and ME- I don’t do heat. I get uncomfortably hot at 68 f. There has been DAMN little work done here at the Van Dycken household.

Anyway, for the rest of you, which is EVERYONE- hang on there. I will get back to you all as soon as I can. I miss each and every one of you equally, and miss you all- I have friend shaped pieces of my heart missing and they’ll only come back when we get in contact again!

Anne

I Am Accursed By God

I finally got all three of my comps up and running next to each other. So the other day I powered two of them down and went to bed. The next day, the 100 gig HD comp doesn’t power on. Apparently, from googling the problem, the power supply is dead.

Last week I threw out 2 power supply units because I didn’t have a need for them and didn’t have a place for them, and now…

I dunno what I did in my previous life…

Anne

I Will Be Gone For A Few Days (And Hi To Wandersmann)

Today we leave to go see Rudy’s parents and we will not be back until this upcoming Monday. I will be sans computer (AH FUCK! OH NO!) this entire time, so it will be a test of willpower and such for me as well.

Wandersmann, I will chat with you as soon as I can, but it’s going to be a good week from today . Such am be the way of the life.

I have entertaining tales of narcolepsy to tell soon (I fell over in my chair and slammed my head into a computer I have on the floor next to me). Hang in there, true fans!

Take care all. Love you. All three of you readers

Anne

The Game That Never Ceases To Amuse

And I Thought That Smell Was Me

I have stories and story ideas brewing in that febrile soup of my brain, so no fear. Love you all!

Anne