Wednesday, 31 January 2024

30th January 2024 Writings

 

30th

 

Excerpt from: Spider Quinn

 

The ambulance was on it’s way to the hospital. “How are you now?” Anna asked.

 

“You know that I’m more than under the weather,” Ben answered. “I know what Copperhead venom does!”

 

“But they have put in the antivenin, right?”

 

“It takes a while to take effect.”

 

“Uh oh!” Ben said.

 

“What?”

 

“Something else is wrong! There may be a tick! Or a leach!”

 

“Leech? You weren’t in water,” Anna said.

 

“Help! Tick!”

 

“Tick?” one of the paramedics asked.

 

“Ignore him, he’s a hypochondriac,” Sanderson said.

 

“We need to check him over.”

 

 

Behind the ambulance, SpiderGirl was driving the school bus haphazaradly. Gerald was holding on for dear life. “Can’t you just carry me to the hospital?” he asked.

 

“No,” SpiderGirl answered. “Now, it seems that a bus is more difficult than a pickup, but I will get us to the hospital.”

 

“Right…” Gerald said as SpiderGirl made another sharp turn.

 

 

But it wasn’t far from the forest to Cedars of Lawndale. Only a mile and a half as the crow flies and through streets that weren’t all that busy, so SpiderGirl’s driving of the bus didn’t put anyone else at risk.

 

 

Gerald considered that as he was already at the hospital, that he may as well stay in the waiting room.

 

 

SpiderGirl left the bus as soon as she parked it and decided to patrol around the hospital before returning as her civilian self.

 

 

Olivia arrived at the waiting room to find Gerald there. “Oh! You decided to come here?” she asked.

 

“No, SpiderGirl dragged me here!”

 

“SpiderGirl?”

 

“Yes, and she drove the bus here too!” Gerald said.

 

“The bus, but I still have the keys!”

 

“She hotwired it too,” Gerald said.

 

“I find that difficult to believe.”

 

“It’s what happened, Miss Sanderson,” Quinn said as she entered the waiting room.

 

“Did SpiderGirl bring you here too?” Sanderson asked.

 

“After driving Gerald here, yes,” Quinn answered.

 

Words: 317

Spider Quinn 06: The Lawndale Files - Part 1

 06 The Lawndale Files - Part 1

It was Assembly time at Lawndale High. Principal Angela Li came to the podium. “Settle down, young people! Now, before the varsity interpretive dance team begins its performance – ‘History, We Are You’ -- we have a brief announcement from some special guests, agents...”

 

She was interrupted by the agents. “No names,” the male agent said.

 

“No credentials,” the female agent added.

 

“Students, we'll be brief. We've received some disturbing reports from this town, and we're asking for your cooperation.”

 

“Keep your eyes open. Watch for people who are different. They know who they are.”

 

“And with your help, kids, so will we.”

 

 

Quinn Morgendorffer was concerned. ‘I guess I’ll have to be more careful as SpiderGirl,’ she considered. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have been in Freemont on the weekend.’ Things in Lawndale were getting worse. ‘Maybe?’

 

 

That afternoon Daria and Jane were thinking about the Assembly as they watched television.

 

From outer space to in your face! Aliens walk among us! A Sick, Sad World exclusive.

 

“Oh, look, they're going to explain the return of disco,” Daria said.

 

The aliens aren't coming. They're already here. They could be your friends, your family. They act almost normal, but something's off.”

 

“Yes, the TV!” Jane said, annoyed. “If there were any aliens smart enough to come here, they wouldn't be stupid enough to come here.

 

“There goes my trick ear again. What was that?”

 

 

“Let's say I'm an alien and you're you.”

 

“Part of this better be hypothetical,” Daria responded.

 

“Now, why would I, a being from the highly advanced planet Zippotron, travel light-years just to take over your body and go to high school?”

 

“Because Wednesday's Jell-O day?’

 

“Exactly. Wouldn't it make more sense to rig up some remote system of control? Neck implants or something? Then they could make you do stuff like go to the mall or think about hair without actually having to do it themselves. Makes more sense than a full-scale infiltration,” Jane said.

 

“Oh, yes. Much, much more sense,” Daria said with her usual sarcasm.

 

“All right, then.”

 

They could then hear some cheerful guitar strumming.

 

“What is that music?” Daria asked.

 

“I don't know. It's been going on for two days.”

 

“You don't know how much I want you to tell me that isn't Trent playing.”

 

“You don't know how much I wish I could,” Jane lamented.

 

 

At the same time, Stacy was reading in her room, when she heard a sound coming from outside. “What was that?” she asked herself as she jumped.

 

A few moments later she heard the doorbell.

 

 

“Quinn?” Stacy asked.

 

“What’s wrong Stacy?” Quinn asked. Her friend looked a little frightened.

 

“I just heard something,” Stacy explained.

 

“Oh, It’s probably something rubbing on the roof, like a tree branch,” Quinn said. ‘Note to self; be careful when webswinging at Stacy’s house.’

 

“Then it might be SpiderGirl going by, but I don’t know why she would be in this neigborhood, as there isn’t any crime here that I have heard of.”

 

“Maybe she is passing by on patrol,” Quinn said.

 

“Then there are those agents that were at school today. What were those disturbing reports they received?”

 

“They could be anything.”

 

“That’s true,” Stacy said, looking about. “Come in.”

 

“Sure.”

 

 

Stacy saw that Quinn’s appetite was still the same as before her father had passed. ‘The grief hasn’t affected it,’ she thought. For she knew that Quinn was still grieving. She was quieter for one. She still had chatterbox tendencies, but no longer spoke up against Sandi in the Fashion Club and seemed to be listening more in class. She put out a large amount of various vegetable based snacks.

 

“What do you think Sandi is doing?” Quinn asked, as she ran a hand through one of her pigtails.

 

Stacy was still getting used to Quinn having changed her hair. “No idea,” she answered. “I still think you’re not too similar to either of us.”

 

“Like I’m still rather fashionable,” Quinn said.

 

Stacy nodded.

 

 

They then talked about other things as the close friends they were.

 

 

Quinn waited until she was some distance from the Rowe’s house before changing back to SpiderGirl and webswinging away.

 

 

Lawndale Sun Herald

Tuesday, December 1, 1999

More Reports of Strange Activity in Town

 

 

Quinn awoke early, as she usually did since becoming SpiderGirl. However, she found something wrong. That having Spider powers didn’t make her immune to chaffing and acne. “Great!” she said as sarcastically as her sister.  She had to hide it, especially as it was on her neck. She rushed to her closet and soon found a all black outfit. ‘It will have to do.’

 

She got dressed, grabbed her things, including a SpiderGirl suit and left.

 

 

“Come on, Daria. Something interesting must have happened yesterday,” Helen said.

 

“Nope,” Daria said.

 

“How about that friend of yours? What's new with her?”

 

“Not much.”

 

“What about the newspaper? Read anything interesting lately?” Helen asked, knowing that Daria was at least reading about that SpiderGirl.

 

“Hmm. I did see an article by an efficiency expert who claims one really intense conversation with your child over breakfast is worth a whole week of unfocused parenting. Did you catch that article?”

 

Helen knew what Daria was doing. “Well... how about TV? Seen anything good recently?”

 

“Just the usual crazy guy claiming aliens are walking our streets.”

 

“Well, of course they are. Many of them can't afford a car. No shame in that.”

 

“Huh?” Daria asked.

 

The phone rang, allowing Daria to make herself scarce and head to school.

 

“Oh, Hi Eric!”

 

 

Half an hour later, Daria and Jane arrived at the school. “Look at that,” Jane said.

 

Daria looked and saw that her sister wasn’t wearing her usual outfit. Rather it was all black and hid her neck. “I see it. She’s even more different now.”

 

“As I was saying…”

 

“Not that again. I’m just saying that she’s even more different due to grief.”

 

“The alien thing is more cool,” Jane said.

 

“I just think it's strange that she's suddenly covering up her neck,” Daria rejoined as Kevin Thompson and Brittany Taylor walked by.

 

“When was the last time you saw Kevin without his neck thing?” Jane asked.

 

“You’re talking implants?” Daria asked.

 

Brittany turned back. “I heard that, and it's not true!” she said before turning around and stalking away.

 

“I guess she thought you meant her U.F.O.s,” Jane mused, not realising that she was being overheard by Language Arts teacher Mr. Timothy O’Neill.

 

“UFOs?” he asked with a shiver. “Have you been watching The X-Files? I know I have.”

 

“And that’s Good,” Daria commented.

 

“But you know what's interesting?” O’Neill asked.

 

“Why do you encourage him?” Jane commented.

 

“All this creepy science fiction is just a throwback to the old Cold War paranoia.”

 

“Aliens in the sky, communists under the bed,” Daria commented.

 

“Exactly, Daria!” O’Neill said. ”And accusations flying, all because of atomic jitters. You're a communist! You're an alien!” He added as Joey and Jeffy walked past.

 

“Trade you Cuba for Jupiter,” Daria said to Jane.

 

“One stood for the other in those old movies.”

 

“Now, what do you think about SpiderGirl?” Daria asked.

 

“A disturbed individual taking out her frustrations on those who have had to resort to crime to make ends meet,” O’Neill answered.

 

 

“Quinn!”

 

Quinn turned at the sound of Sandi’s voice.

 

“If you refuse to explain your strange outfit, I'm afraid the Fashion Club will have to consider more sanctions,” Sandi asked.

 

“I wasn’t aware there were sanctions for my hair. Besides, this is not an anti-fashion statement.”

 

“I forgot to tell you,” Sandi dissembled. She was about to say more when Joey and Jeffy came along.

 

“Hey, Quinn, Mr. O'Neill says that girl from your house is an atomic communist,” Joey said.

 

“Yeah, and her friend's an alien,” Jeffy added.

 

“Eew!” Stacy said.

 

“Gross,” Tiffany said.

 

Quinn quickly made herself scarce.

 

 

Kevin continued to think about what he had heard earlier in the day. “I knew it! It's just like when they made us have pep rallies for field hockey. We're being invaded by communists!” he said as he came to his locker.

 

“Remember that game when you fell on your head?” Michael ‘Mack’ Mackenzie asked. “Remember how you thought Vince Lombardi was sending you plays from hell?”

 

“Heaven, bro! Vince Lombardi did not go to hell.”

 

Stacy and Tiffany walked by.

 

“But... if Quinn's cousin is an atomic communist from Mars, shouldn't she have a more interesting outfit?” Tiffany mused.

 

“Stop it, Tiffany! You’re scaring me!” Stacy said.

 

“Sorry,” Tiffany said, not entirely sincerely.

 

Mack was taken aback. “Yeah, yeah, I heard it, too.”

 

He, Kevin and Brittany then went to their next class. However, they had been overheard by Charles Ruttheimer III. “Two of my favorite luscious ladies out to enslave Earth males and end gym class?” he asked himself before giving off a growl. “Someone's been reading my dreams.”

 

 

Daria and Jane knew it was an unusual day for Lawndale High. “A lot of weirdness around here lately,” Jane commented as they left the school building. She also saw SpiderGirl in the distance. ‘Huh?’

 

“Yeah. I won't be sorry to see this day end,” Daria commented.

 

“You say that every day.”

 

“Oh yeah.”

 

“Although this one was especially strange. But the worst is over,” Jane said.

 

However, the doors behind them flew open and they saw Mr. DeMartino being lead away by the agents in cuffs.

 

Remove these restraints! Governmental thugs! This isn't Stalingrad!” he cried.

 

“You're damn right, pal. And it isn't going to be,” the male agent said.

 

“You can't do this. I'm an educator!

 

“Say it again! It only makes it easier,” the other agent said.

 

“Um, the worst is over now?” Jane asked in slight hope.

 

“Don’t bet on it.”

 

 

The Fashion Club met in Quinn’s room after Dinner.

 

“Meeting starts: 6:53 PM,” Stacy said.

 

“Quinn will explain why she is wearing all black, again,” Sandi said.

 

“After Sandi explains why she added sanctions about my hair without telling me,” Quinn said.

 

“It was a slip of the tongue,” Sandi explained.

 

“Didn’t sound like it,” Quinn shot back.

 

“Fine,” Sandi said. “I wanted to add sanctions for the hair, but I haven’t got around to it yet.”

 

“Right…” Quinn considered. She also considered just quitting the Fashion Club and telling Sandi to leave. What Daria had said in Freemont about them solving crime together flashed through her mind. ‘Not yet, give her a chance.’ She breathed deeply, and pulled down the turtleneck, showing her, along with Stacy and Tiffany, the zit.

 

“Oh, I see,” Sandi said.

 

“So, I had to hide it,” Quinn said.

 

“Of course,” Sandi said.

 

“Quinn, I'm so happy you're still one of us,” Stacy said.

 

“Gosh, Stacy, what did you think?” Quinn asked.

 

“Really,” Tiffany added.

 

“Quinn's right, Stacy. Just because she was acting completely weird and not confiding in her dearest, most loyal friends is no reason to decide she'd finally given up her sad charade and revealed herself as a two-faced, little…” Sandi trailed off as Quinn gave an intense glare.

 

‘How long?’ Quinn wondered, again.

 

“Meeting ended,” Sandi said.

 

“6:57. The shortest yet,” Stacy responded.

 

 

Unknown to Quinn and the others, Daria had overheard Stacy saying ‘I'm so happy you're still one of us,’ as she had walked by. Therefore she called Jane about her suspicion.

 

Come on, not even aliens would give the planet to the Fashion Club. You're getting paranoid,” Jane responded.

 

“I'm not talking about aliens. But there's something out there. Something stupid.”

 

You get rattled too easily,” Jane responded, then changed her tone. “By the way, can you come over here right now? I'm really scared.”

 

“I see. And to what do I owe this mood swing?” Daria asked.

 

It's Trent's song. You gotta listen and tell me if it's getting more cheerful.”

 

Now who's paranoid?”

 

Come on, I'll order a pizza. And don’t tell your mother where you’re going, I don’t want her getting all motherly.”

 

“Right away.”

 

 

After the meeting ended, Sandi made herself scarce.

 

Helen saw her going out. “You weren’t here long, Sandi,” she said.

 

“Quinn doesn’t need me,” she said in a montone before heading out the door.

 

“Sandi! Wait!” Helen said.

 

 

It was only a couple of minutes before Daria left on her way to Jane’s.

 

“Where are you going?” Helen asked.

 

“Just a walk, and to think about things,” Daria said, guardedly.

 

‘Of course,’ Helen thought. “But at night?”

 

“This area of Lawndale is still safe,” Daria said before heading out the door.

 

‘Of course it is,’ Helen thought.

 

 

Quinn saw Daria leaving. ‘What is she up to. She has been acting weirdly today.’ She looked to Stacy and Tiffany, who were still there. ‘They can stay here while I check,’ she thought.

 

“Quinn?” Stacy asked.

 

‘She could be one I could confide in, maybe,’ she thought. “Um, I need to check on something on the street,” she dissembled.

 

“You’re following Daria?” Stacy asked.

 

“Um, yeah,” Quinn said. “Could you run interference with Mom?”

 

“Sure, but how are you going to get out without her knowing?”

 

“There is a way,” Quinn answered enigmatically. She then went to the window at the end of the hall and opened it. She showed Stacy a trellis which had ivy on it, which reached up to the window.

 

“You have been climbing down that?” Stacy asked.

 

“Yes,” Quinn answered as she started going through the window.

 

“Right…” Stacy said.

 

 

Stacy watched Quinn climb down, then went back to Quinn’s room.

 

“Where’s Quinn?” Tiffany asked.

 

“She’s doing something,” Stacy answered.

 

 

Quinn disappeared into the bushes on the right side of the house and waited until Stacy had gone back to her room before going to the shed, where she had stored one of the spare SpiderGirl costumes.

 

Soon, she was webslinging after Daria, in the direction of Howard Drive.

 

 

As Daria approached Casa Lane, she heard a rustle in the bushes at the end of the street. “Come on now. Aliens don't hide in the bushes. It's probably just a stalker. Yes, a stalker out to plant a teen in a shallow grave. Perfectly normal. I feel much better now.”

 

 

Brittany Taylor knew Daria was up to something, which was why she was following her. She wasn’t sure why Kevin had to come along, his amorous attentions wasn’t something she needed at just that moment. “But, Kevvy.” He continued to be amorous “Kevvy!”

 

“Huh?” Kevin asked.

 

“Didn't you say we were going to follow her and save the world and stuff?” she asked. She liked making him think some things were his idea.

 

“Oh, yeah. But I don't think we have to save the world right this second,’ he responded.

 

“Great!” she said. A few more moments of making out wouldn’t go awry, she considered.

 

Suddenly there was a purr above them. ” Que passionato!

 

‘Oh great!’ Brittany thought. ‘Upchuck!

 

“Hey! We're trying to save the world here!” Kevin said as he shone his flashlight at Charles.

 

“And I'm trying to find the space maidens' ship so they can take me back and make me their love slave,” Charles responded.

 

“Oh cool,” Kevin said.

 

Two more flashlights turned on. “Well, you were right. Everyone has gone crazy,” Jodie Landon said.

 

“I knew you'd try something, Kevin. I figured I owed it to the team to keep you from humiliating yourself,” Mack said.

 

Bushes rustled and Mr. O’Neill emerged.

 

“Mr. O'Neill? Don't tell me you're hunting communists, too?” Mack asked incredulously.

 

O’Neill laughed nervously. “I wouldn't call it hunting. I heard a rumor about secret police kidnapping educators and spiriting them off to the gulag. But me? No. I frequently go for walks with a, um, flashlight in case the streetlights go out.”

 

There was another rustle above and SpiderGirl emerged upside down, lowering herself halfway down by a thread. “What’s going on here? Paranormal?”

 

“Not very,” Jodie said, looking around.

 

‘Probably meant paranoia,’ Brittany thought.

 

“These reds come red-hot from the red planet itself. We're talking Mars,” Charles said.

 

“Really?” SpiderGirl asked, her voice showing incredulity.

 

“Charles, I think you mean Marx,” O’Neill said as he dropped his flashlight.

 

 

Jane answered the door. “You made it. Cool. I was starting to... whoa!”

 

Daria also looked at the flashing lights in the nearby woods.

 

 

O’Neill found his flashlight. “Found it.”

 

“But why are you all, like, sneaking around with flashlights?” SpiderGirl asked.

 

“Good question,” Jodie said.

 

The others all switched off their flashlights.

 

 

“Did we just see a U.F.O.?” Jane asked.

 

“You're getting paranoid. It's probably just an informal get-together of local stalkers. You know, hang out, swap stories, try out each other's skeleton keys,” Daria responded.

 

“But only an idiot would go stalking with a flashlight, especially with that SpiderGirl about.”

 

“Come on. This is Lawndale,” Daria said as she went inside.

 

 

“Your’re right, SpiderGirl, we’ve all been acting very foolish.”

 

“Hey, man, speak for yourself,” Kevin objected.

 

“Oh! Sorry, Kevin, “ O’Neill said. “But I wonder if maybe a rally might be in order. You know, something before classes to promote understanding, remove the fear, and increase the peace.”

 

“Are you sure?” SpiderGirl asked, before Kevin could get a word in.

 

“Quite sure. It won’t get out of control,” O’Neill said.

 

“But, practice is before classes. He's trying to destroy football. He's one of them!

 

“No he isn’t,” SpiderGirl said, trying to keep calm.

 

“Who?” Brittany asked.

 

“I thought you knew.”

 

‘Time to go, Kevin,” Mack said.

 

“I’ll stay and talk to SpiderGirl for a bit,” Brittany said.

 

“Sure,” Jodie said. She turned to Upchuck. “Come along, Charles, we’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

 

“Yes, I better go too,” O’Neill said.

Tuesday, 30 January 2024

29th January 2024 Writings

 29th

 

Excerpt from: A School Dance of Mischief

There were many opportunities for mischief at Lawndale High. As much as Ms. Li cracked down on such, they still presented themselves. She entered one of the Arts classrooms. “Good morning, Students.” She then noticed that Defoe was missing. “Where is your instructor?”

 

“She went to the ladies room,” Brittany Taylor answered.

 

That wasn’t what Li expected. “10:25, Defoe leaves post without clearance for personal business. Initiate investigation,” she said into her tape recorder. She then put it away. “Anyway, I just dropped in to caution you that the school dance is in two weeks, and security is going to be especially tight. So, if anyone is thinking of rigging a bucket of pig's blood to the rafters, well, they can just forget it.”

 

She then left.

 

 

“The Dance is going to be cool,” Kevin Thompson said as he left the class.

 

Words: 142

 

 

Excerpt from: Spider Quinn

“What?” Sanderson asked.

 

“She’s gone,” Anna said.

 

“The I guess I can come in the ambulance and get the bus later.”

 

 

It didn’t take long for SpiderGirl to find Gerald. He hadn’t gone far. ‘Now, how to do this without revealing my secret identity…’

 

 

Gerald was surprised when he was suddenly lifted up into the sky. “SpiderGirl!”

 

“That’s me!” the self proclaimed ‘superhero’ said.

 

“What are you doing?” he asked as he struggled against the webbing.

 

“With great power comes great responsibility, and that includes helping teenage girls and teachers who don’t want to get into trouble because someone ran away from a field trip.”

 

“Quinn! She’s an annoying insinuating busybody!”

 

“I’ll be sure to tell her that,” the costumed meta responded.

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

“I’ll take you back to the bus.”

 

 

SpiderGirl brought Gerald back to the bus and webbed him to it. “Quinn, Anna and Miss Sanderson will be back shortly.”

 

“Great!” Gerald groused.

 

 

Quinn got back to the spot and found that Sanderson and Anna had gone with the ambulance. “Oh no!” She thought quickly. ‘I guess SpiderGirl can drive the bus…’ she thought.

 

 

“What?” Gerald asked.

 

“I’ll drive the bus to the hospital,” SpiderGirl said. “How hard can it be?”

 

“And where’s Quinn? If the teacher went with Anna and Ben in the ambulance.”

 

“Now… did the teacher leave the keys here by accident?”

 

“I don’t think so,” Gerald said as he followed the vigilante into the bus.

 

 

‘Of course not,’ SpiderGirl realised. But she did learn how to hotwire a vehicle in Highland…

 

 

Gerald worried as the bus’s engine roared to life. He was sure SpiderGirl was going to cause traffic chaos.

 

Words: 280

 

 

Excerpt from: The Memorial Dance Incident

“Good idea,” Nikki said. “I’ll go and round them up.”

 

 

Brittany and Jane came down off the roof. The former could tell that the latter was still in thought about what to do for her big project.

 

“You are going to tell me, right?” Brittany asked.

 

“Yes,” Jane answered.

 

Words: 49

 

Total: 481


Sunday, 28 January 2024

28th January 2024 Writings

 

28th

 

 

Excerpt from: Spider Quinn

They soon arrived at the phone booth Quinn had used the previous day. ‘I hope they won’t think it’s crying wolf,’  she thought as she dialled 911.

 

911 Emergency.

 

“A boy has been bit by a Copperhead in the West Lawndale Forest, near the bus stop,” Quinn said.

 

How long ago was this?

 

“A little less than ten minutes,” Quinn answered.

 

 

Quinn hung up. “They’re on their way.”

 

“Good,” Gerald said. “I’m going to walk home.”

 

“No! Miss Sanderson and Ms. Li will be angry. I have duty of care as well!”

 

“Then, you shouldn’t have tried to help me!” Gerald said he left.

 

‘Great!’ Quinn thought. She started running back to where She left the teacher and the two students. ‘I can’t go after him as SpiderGirl. Not yet.’

 

 

“Where’s Gerald?” Sanderson asked.

 

“He ran off after I made the 911 call. I couldn’t stop him,” Quinn answered, quietly.

 

Sanderson sighed. “You did the right thing, coming back. But I’m going to get the heat from Ms. Li!. The school’s going to get the bill for the call out too.”

 

“I know.”

 

 

It was another ten minutes before the ambulance arrived. The paramedics gave the antivenin and loaded Ben on the ambulance. “Can I come with?” Anna asked.

 

“It will cost the school more,” Sanderson said.

 

“I don’t care,” Anna said.

 

“In for a penny,” Sanderson murmured. “But I have to take Quinn back to the School.”

 

“Quinn’s gone,” Anna said.

 

“What?”

 

Words: 243

Saturday, 27 January 2024

27th January 2024 Writings

 27th

 

Excerpt from: Spider Quinn

“Apology accepted.”

 

“But I’m not up for talking about my home town.”

 

“Usually, I wouldn’t talk of that town in Texas, either,” Quinn said.

 

“Usually?”

 

“Like, I’m worried Lawndale will become like it, or worse.”

 

“How bad was it?” Gerald asked.

 

Quinn began to tell of Highland, including of the two weirdos Daria sometimes hung out with.

 

 

Suddenly part of a tree a tree fell nearby.

 

“What was that?” Gerald asked.

 

“It was just a weakened branch,” Sanderson said. “But we can start here.”

 

 

Sanderson handed out pages on how to identify various plants and animals. “So, we’ll work carefully along the trail, back to the bus and look out for each species. Don’t go too far.”

 

 

The next half hour was spent looking at various plants and animals in the area. But then something happened.

 

 

Quinn and Sanderson turned as the heard Ben cry out. They ran to him. “What was it?” Sanderson asked.

 

“It was a snake!” Anna exclaimed.

 

“Did you see it?” Sanderson asked.

 

“It was a copperhead,” Anna said.

 

“Right,” Sanderson said. “Where’s the bite?”

 

“On his ancle,” Anna said.

 

“Help!” Ben called out.

 

 

Sanderson whipped out the first aid kit. “Take off your shoe first. Then I can wrap the bandage around your leg.”

 

 

“This is one reason why I didn’t want to come,” Gerald said to Quinn.

 

“Being at home isn’t exactly safe,” Quinn responded.

 

“There haven’t been break and enters when the people are at home in the news.”

 

“No, but, stuff can still happen,” Quinn said.

 

Sanderson then came up. “I can’t leave him, as I have the duty of care. Someone has to go and call an ambulance,” she said.

 

“You don’t have a cell phone?” Quin asked.

 

“I do,” Sanderson said. “But there’s no signal.”

 

“I can do it,” Quinn responded.

 

“You shouldn’t go alone though,” Sanderson said.

 

‘If I did go it would be quicker though,’ Quinn thought. But she didn’t want to just dash off, because she wanted to stay in Ms. Li’s good books and to continue mentoring the three. “OK.”

 

“Gerald will go with you,” Sanderson said. “Anna wants to stay with him.”

 

“Of course,” Quinn said.

 

 

“This was a bad idea,” Gerald said.

 

“Just because Ben got bit by a snake doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea!” Quinn said.

 

“I get you wanted to engage me by doing something I’d like, but I’m not outgoing.”

 

“I don’t think going to the hospital would have been a good idea.”

 

“I’m sure there’s something nearby for Anna’s Celtic thing,” Gerald said.

 

“I’m not sure,” Quinn said.

 

Gerald was then silent.

 

Words: 433

A Different Morgendorffer, A Different Sloane - Prologue

 A Different Morgendorffer, A Different Sloane - Prologue

It was stormy in Lawndale. Two teenage girls were braving the elements as they climbed up the Big Strawberry. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” one of them asked, the one with the long red hair.

 

“Yes, Q. It’s a great view, even in weather like this,” the other girl, with short brown hair answered.

 

“More that It’s dangerous,” Q pointed out.

 

“When has that stopped us before.”

 

“Point.”

 

 

They soon reached the top and looked out over the large suburban town. “I can’t believe you haven’t been here before,” the brown haired one said.

 

“Oh, Else. It’s that I’ve been busy with school, shopping and stuff,” Q responded, as she took the other’s hand in hers.

 

“I can believe that,” Else said, looking deeply into Q’s eyes.

 

Q blushed, and blinked as the water was getting into her eyes. It was now or never. They then kissed passionately. They remained like that for half a minute until a clap of thunder startled them. “That was close!” Q said, as they parted.

 

“Another thing off the bucket list!” Else said.

 

Why she and Else had added ‘Make out on the top of the Big Strawberry during a thunderstorm’ to their bucket list, Q wasn’t sure. But she wasn’t ready to go home yet, where her sister would judge her for her choices and her parents didn’t understand her. She looked over the town in that direction, where she knew some of the other houses blocked the direct view.

 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Else asked quietly. She knew her too well.

 

“Oh you, know, family,” Q said quietly.

 

“Neither of ours understand us,” Else said in a familiar refrain. “We can stay for a while longer.”

 

Q smiled and kissed her girlfriend again. There were a few minutes before another lightning strike came close to the Strawberry.

 

 

“That was closer,” Q said.

 

“I can take you home,” Else said.

 

“Not yet,” Q said.

 

“My place?”

 

Q shook her head. “Cluster Burger.”

 

“Sure,” Else responded.

 

 

For the staff at Cluster Burger, seeing two drenched teenagers enter the store holding hands was par for the course.

“Welcome to Cluster Burger, may I take your order?”

 

“Like, a Vege Burger with small fries and diet soda?” the one with her red hair tied back in a pony tail that ran down her back said.

 

“Burger with the lot with medium fries and soda,” the short haired brunette added.

 

“Sure,” the girl behind the counter said. She took another glance at the couple. She knew one of them, in passing. ‘I didn’t know she was, that way…’

 

 

The orders soon arrived. Else attacked hers with gusto, whereas Q took slow bites. “So, what’s next?” Else asked when she had finished her fries.

 

Q took out a soggy, though still legible piece of paper from her pocket. “Run along Main Street on a cloudy Sunday afternoon,” she said.

 

“Sounds doable, if it’s still cloudy this Sunday,” Else said with a shrug.

 

“Sure.”

 

They remained in thought as Q finished her meal.

 

 

“Ready to go home?” Else asked.

 

“Sure, but not by the direct route,” Q answered.

 

“Of course, by Lover’s Lane it is,” Else said.

 

 

After a long make out session at ‘lover’s lane,’ the girlfriends finally called it a night. It was still stormy when Else dropped Q off in front of a red brick McMansion in one of Lawndale’s newer upper middle class subdivisions.

 

 

Q waved goodbye as she entered the house.

Church notes - 28th January 2024

 28th

Psalm 23


Romans 8:34

Hebrews 7:25


The Call of the Gospel

The Who

What is the Gospel?

The good news about Jesus Christ which is God's power to save all those who believe it and turn from sin to follow Him.


Sharing the Gospel is called evangelism

It's all about Jesus

We need to know Him.


1. He delighted His Father

Proverbs 8:27 - 31


2. Incarnation: He became Man

Philippians 2:5 - 7


3. Devoted to His Father's Glory

John 5:43

John 17:4

John 17:26


4. Submission: He Humbled Himself

Philippians 2:6 - 8


5. Substitution: He Died for Other's Sins and to Bring Them Joy

Hebrews 12:2


6. Resurrection: He Rose Again to Eternal, Glorified Human Life

Romans 14:8, 9


7. Ascension: He was Lifted Up to Heaven and Sat Down as King

Hebrews 1:3

Acts 1


8. Intercession: He intercedes for us.

Romans 8:34

Hebrews 7:25


9. Justice: He will come again to right every wrong and reward

Acts 17:31


10. He will be our delight forever

1 Corinthians 13:12


What will you do with the who?


Friday, 26 January 2024

26th January 2024 Writings

 26th

 

Excerpt from: The Engineer and the Time Lady

“I am Frigga, Queen of Asgard. I have come to help you deal with the Crisis in Arendelle.”

 

“What?” Emerson asked.

 

“Your intervention has changed things,” Frigga said.

 

“Please accompany me to the Observation Lounge.”

 

“I shall.”

 

 

Lena saw a flash as of a rainbow. “It can't be!”

 

“What?” Leonard asked.

 

“Bifrost!” Lena said.

 

“As in Bifrost Bridge?”

 

“Yes.”

 

She saw someone walking towards her. “Are you Thor?” she asked.

 

“Yes. Thor Odinson, here to help you help Arendelle.”

 

Words: 79

 

 

Excerpt from: The Future and the Past

If someone had told Jo Teigan before she moved to New Zealand that she would end up travelling through time, she wouldn’t have believed them.

Stuck in Louisa’s time, she was beside herself about whether the mirror would work again. At least cricket with Titus would help her keep her mind busy. ‘But what if?’ she wondered. “There’s nothing for it,” she murmured. She would have to do something to ensure that Mia and Jesse wouldn’t be poisoned as she remembered.

 

Words: 81

 

 

Excerpt from: The Memorial Dance Incident

“Now. What to do about it?”

 

“Make sure no one else goes to the dance with him!” Angie said.

 

“I doubt we’d be able to stop anyone from going with him.”

 

“But the others in the squad?”

 

“Good idea,” Nikki said.

 

Words: 41

 

 

Excerpt from: Spider Quinn

The bus pulled up at a bus stop on the edge of the forest.

 

“We shall take everything,” Sanderson said as they disembarked.

 

“Of course,” Quinn said.

 

“Should we start now?” Anna asked.

 

“We don’t want to miss anything,” Sanderson said.

 

Suddenly a flock of birds flew away in an agitated flurry nearby and Quinn felt something through her spider sense. “What just happened?” she asked.

 

“Nothing,” Gerald said.

 

“Something,” Anna said.

 

“I agree with Anna,” Ben said.

 

“We may not be alone,” Sanderson said. “Keep an eye out.”

 

“I agree,” Quinn said as she looked around.

 

 

Sanderson and Quinn lead the way deeper into the forest. With Gerald following and Anna and Ben bringing up the rear.

 

Ben took out a protein bar. “Want one?” he asked Anna.

 

“Sure,” she responded.

 

 

Quinn dropped back to Gerald. “Apparently you aren’t from Lawndale either.”

 

“No. But I’m not good at small talk. Like what’s the point.”

 

“I used to be good at it, before what happened.”

 

“Look! I’m sorry for running off that time.”

 

Words: 173

 

Total: 374