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New story idea today…

February 23, 2010

…though I was supposed to be locking cut on SiftingRealities, Episode One today, I did take a few moments to jot down a few scenes floating around in my head. One of them kind of goes like this:

He didn’t much like taking the lead, but no one else was communicating effectively. He turned to the one with the purple hair, the one who’d been doing all the demanding:

“And you are?”

“I’m the witch.”

The squad rumbled with derogatory laughter until the Chief cleared his throat and every one settled to their listening.

“And you?” he asked the black clad one.

“I’m the ninja.”

More laughter erupted and even the Chief was now looking more pissed than amused. Just to cap off this debacle, he thought he might as well go three for three, so he half turned his attention to her… the one who hadn’t spoken, the one who seemed to like to touch things. She didn’t look over at him, but he could tell by the stiffing of her spine that she felt his gaze.

“And her?”

“She’s why you called us. She’s the reader,” the self-identified witch answered.

“She reads?” he heard the sarcasm he was trying to suppress with the aid of his mandated anger management classes edge this unnecessary question. Was that a smile on the edges of her perfectly formed lips? The witch was certainly smiling.


“Don’t we all?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“By the lack of literacy or her ability to read?” he was attempting mollifying seriousness. These people certainly seemed to believe the shit coming out of their mouths.


“That’s not confusing at all, and what do you mean ‘we called’?”

“You’re dealing with something you can’t understand.”

“And you’re here to explain it?” that got him a few laughs from the peanut gallery. Even the Chief snorted.

“Not at all. We’re here to make it go away and you to forget it ever happened.”

Now… he didn’t like the sound of that at all.

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