Tuesday, March 23, 2010

We'll Be Seeing You

First and foremost, Pam and I would like to extend a heartfelt thank you to all of our followers. We write because we love it, but your support makes it even more worthwhile. Currently, our lives have had a run-in with chaos and disturbance. We hope you can bear with us. Our return (and Benjamin and Ivy and Drew and...are coming back too) is coming.

Night's Final Hour will continue where it left off sometime in May. Because it is a project that we write each week just for you, it stopped when the chaos erupted. As the dust falls and the pieces settles, the story will continue on.

As for Anthromagic, it will continue as soon as I get off my bum and get it posted. To a certain page, Anthromagic is already written and is posted each week. Once it reaches that magical page, we'll need to start writing again. Look for this story's return next week.

Again, thanks for your patience and understanding. We'll be seeing you soon!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Anthromagic ~ Chapter 18

Timothy and Drew never came. I never got to make my inquiries about what was being done to me. I was completely alone and isolated in the bedroom. Pushing myself up and out of the bed, I made this discovery by seeing a table loaded down with food goods and drinks. My heart beat grew louder in my ears and my pulse quickened as I struggled to make my way over to the door. Grabbing the doorknob, I tried to turn the handle, but the door didn’t budge at all. I was locked in my own room. I had been isolated and quarantined away from everything else. I clutched at the wall; using it for support, I made my way slowly into the bathroom and hung my head over the toilet. My stomach felt like it was ripping on the inside as I projected my panicked thoughts into the bowl below.

After spending an hour in the bathroom screaming in pain and using the toilet as a projectile target, I crawled back into the bedroom. Sitting on the floor and leaning against the edge of the bed I sighed and tried to fight back tears. I hung my head between my knees and let the desperation consume me. I needed answers to ward off the feeling of abandonment.

“You can’t just lock me up in here!” I tried screaming, hoping someone would come in the room, but I didn’t even know if everyone else was still in the apartment; it was more likely that they had all gone home.

“Hello?” I asked the silent air around me. “Anyone? Can you hear me? Can you help me?”

“Can you tell me what’s happening?” I wanted to know, letting my pitch fall as I asked the words aloud. There was no sound – no reply – to my callings.

Giving up on any human contact, I pulled myself up onto the bed and laid on my back. I didn’t understand how isolating me was going to help; sure, it would make me do more for myself, but I was never against doing things on my own when people were still coming to see me.

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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Anthromagic ~ Chapter 17

Paula came in through the door only a few seconds after Michelle had left me with those daunting words. She brought with her a glass of water and a bowl of soup. It was the first food that I could remember eating and I began to worry about how many other things I was forgetting.

“I hope you like chicken noodle.” She said sitting the tray down next to the bed. “You’ve cleaned us out of vegetable soup.”

“That’s fine.” I told Paula and thanked her. She kissed my forehead in motherly affection and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“We need to keep food in you if we want you to get better.” She said soothingly and I ate the soup as orderly as I could.

“How long have I been like this?” I asked her and she just shook her head.

“A little while, but that’s not what’s important.” I could tell that I wasn’t going to get any information out of her, so I closed my eyes and pretended to be dozing off. Whether she believed it or not, she took the hint I was trying to give and gathered up the tray, exiting my room quietly.

That only left Timothy and Drew to come and visit me. I wasn’t prepared. I knew that I was going to try and get information from Timothy but I hadn’t even begun to figure out how I was going to do it. The night came and went and I hadn’t seen anyone else yet. The door to my room hadn’t opened or moved at all and I was beginning to wonder if I had forgotten Timothy and Drew’s visits or if they were even going to visit me at all.

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