Death End Kids

Between Colds and Death there’s a story–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

I discovered that yesterday was my seventh anniversary with Word Press, that this blog has been registered with them for that long.  Sure, I’ve only been writing on it for almost five, but still–back when blogging was a big deal, here I was.  Always nice to know.

The evening was a nightmare, however.  It was hard to crank out the close to six hundred words I did eventually write, because I was coughing up a storm.  The cold is still lingering, though it seems to have lessened this morning, but last night I couldn’t go five minutes without coughing.  It was like there was fluid in my chest, only it wouldn’t come out.  Got so bad at one point I started gagging, and that’s never fun.

However . . . I did seem to get a good night’s sleep, so that helps.  But writing was miserable.

This was almost totally me, except I wasn't laying in bed, and she's not hacking up a lung. This was almost totally…

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Beyond Because

There won’t be any fun and games when the Ginger Hair Boy and The Dark Mistress of All are finally alone for the first time–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

First off, Happy Solstice, first day of winter, shortest day of the year.  Around here that happened about twenty minutes before midnight, or twenty-three forty-two, as my kids would say.  But winter is here, so we’re ready for all that comes with that–

Any moment the winter wonderland I've promised every year should pop up. Any moment the winter wonderland I’ve promised every year should pop up.

However, it’s raining like hell outside right now, and will throughout the morning.  Because it’s 44 F/7 C outside right now, and it’ll get up to about 60 F/15 C by midday.  I blame my witches.  They’re probably behind this.

Speaking of those little rascals, they didn’t get a lot of page time last night, but there were good reasons.  First, I had to work, then came home and took a very short nap before heading out to get my nose re-pierced.  After that happened I ran over to buy my weekly food supply, and then stopped…

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Slipping On the Beyond

There are some questions about the unknown that can be answered now–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Coldageddon marches on, though last night it seems as if my level of exhaustion was greater than what I needed to cough out of my lungs, because I was asleep after about ten minutes and I didn’t wake up until about an hour ago.  I’m really hoping to cough all this crap out of my lungs today and sort of dry like real quick, because one night of good sleep every three or four days is already old.

Even thought I finished Chapter Twenty-Three with a near eight hundred word burst yesterday morning, I sat down for a little last night an put in another five hundred thirty to get Chapter Twenty-Four going.  It was a good way to get what it probably going to be one of the strangest chapters I’ve ever written for any of these books, and that’s saying something.  Why do I say that?  Because I do.  You gotta trust…

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Inside the Walls: The Chocolate Statement

Hope your turkey weekend was a good one.  Mine wasn’t bad, though I had to deal with an annoying super bout of depression yesterday that did little for me beside make me want to do nothing.  But I got through it and–guess what?  Did a bit more writing.

As you can see I’m just a touch over five hundred words into the next scene–

Really, I’m doing it.

 

–and that’s going to set up the last scene of this chapter.  Which I do hope to get to this week.

But dinner is over and it’s time for the kids to get back to the school.  though that doesn’t mean returning immediately to the hospital’s third floor:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

At the conclusion of dinner in Salem everyone—Annie, Kerry, Coraline, Erywin, Deanna, Jessica, Isis, and Headmistress Laventure—jaunted back to the secure station on the first floor across from the school’s Security Office. Before leaving the room Mathilde told the two girls that given the time—a little after twenty-one hours—they could go anywhere they liked on the school grounds as long as they stayed way from and out of the coven towers—

Kerry knew exactly where to go.

Without having access to her broom Isis agreed to jaunt Annie and Kerry to the North Cove Entrance, one of the openings in the Outer Walls that allowed Normals to use a walking trail created before the walls were extended that far to the southwest, the Cove Path, which was heavily enchanted to prevent Normals from accidentally straying on to the school grounds proper. From there Annie and Kerry left the path and headed about forty meters to the north, to where one of the many sets of stairs leading to the top of the Outer Walls was located. After reaching the top, they continued heading northward, walking slowly, hand-in-hand.

They reached the next tower on the well—the one everyone called Double Dip Tower even though it had no official name—and continued walking until they reached what at one time had been the western-most tower of the Outer Wall, Sunset Tower. There they sat on the outer edge of the massive walls, holding hands while scanning the illuminated darkness beyond the school.

Nearly five minutes went by before Annie glanced to her right. “Still thinking about dessert?”

Kerry smiled and nodded. “Oh, yeah. I can’t get over how good that tasted.”

“I told you.” After they finished their main entrees Annie suggested that Kerry try the cherry-covered chocolate mousse that Coraline, Deanna, and she enjoyed so much. Kerry remarked that she didn’t care much for chocolate other than the school’s famous hot chocolate but after a bit of nudging from the others she gave in and ordered the dish.

Much to no one’s surprise, Kerry not only loved the dessert, but afterwords couldn’t stop talking about how delicious it was. Annie even chided her on the way back to the Salem jaunt station, telling Kerry if she spent more time as a girl in the future, the school may need to watch their chocolate inventory.

Annie patted Kerry’s left knee. “You know why it tasted so much different tonight, don’t you?”

Kerry glanced over. “From how I’ve tasted chocolate before?”

“Yes?”

“Because of all the estrogens in my system.” She ran her hand over Annie’s. “Changes my sense of touch, my sense of smell, and my sense of taste.” Kerry shook her head. “Again, I knew there would be these changes, but it’s a lot different living through them.”

“And you are doing so with quite a lot of grace.” Annie slid her right arm around Kerry’s left. “How are you feeling now?”

 

First off, let’s look at where all this is taking place.

Finally getting out for the night, even if it is a ways from the living areas.

 

The North Cove Lane entrance is to the lower left of the picture and is one of two open portals that Normal traverse on to school grounds.  As mentioned, everything is so enchanted that even when they want to stroll off the lane they can’t–though they might believe they are.  Remember, The Foundation uses enchantments and Glamore magic to make Normals think they’re hiking through the woods on Cape Ann, when in reality they just sort of find themselves being moved about without knowing where they were outside the walls.  Sunset is all the way up at top center: it’s where Wednesday went to recharge the detection node during the Day of the Dead.  And now the kids are resting there.

We find out Kerry has developed a taste for chocolate, something that can happen when you’re suddenly flooded with estrogens.  Trust me on this one: I was like Kerry and not much of a chocolate lover, but I love it far more now.  Funny how that happens.

Now that we know dinner was a hit, it’s time for Annie to find out how Kerry’s feeling.

I’m pretty sure she’s in better shape.

The Fictional Facts

Sometimes the facts are needed to make things fictional.

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Back in the 1960’s, when I was growing up and my best friend was the local library, I spent a lot of time reading.  Since I began reading at a fairly early age, a lot of the fare I enjoyed was adult–and most of these books were science fiction.

I admit I’m a Child of the Golden Age of Science Fiction.  At the time I began reading the era was dying out, but some of those writers were still around, and some would remain with me for decades to come, though they would have written their last stories, for the most part, by the 1980’s and 90’s.  It was a glorious era, filed with inhabited planets in the far corners of the galaxy, robots insane and otherwise, huge fleets of spaceships preparing to do battle . . .

Sure, it was all wild as hell, with writers coming up with faster than light drives…

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Posting on a Saturday Afternoon

Sure, it’s a late post, but it’s the thought that counts.  Enjoy!

Out On the Town: Items and Ideas

Here it is, another day off, another lazy day, another slow afternoon.  Which means I’m getting the blog post out late as well.

But there is a difference today.

This morning there was a lot of writing–like just over eight hundred words worth of writing.  And that means I finished the first scene of Chapter Nineteen.  Which means a lot of things happened in those eight hundred words.

Like the following…

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

They walked a few meters to the Witch Tees shop and stopped before one of the windows. Annie pointed to a pink tee shirt emblazoned with a logo showing four witches on brooms drinking from martini glasses while flying. “Remember when you thought I should get that top back in September?”

Kerry nodded slowly as the memory returned. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well, now we can.” She arched one of her eyebrows as she smiled at Kerry. “Both of us.”

Kerry released a huge sigh. “I can’t get away from this, can I?”

“That you’re now a girl?” Annie shrugged. “I’m not trying to embarrass you, my love, but I don’t find any harm in pointing out that we now have a lot more in common that just our love.” She finally took Kerry’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I mean no harm—you know that, don’t you?”

Kerry was fully aware that Annie meant no harm and that she wasn’t actually teasing him. There was this feeling, however… “I know you’re not being mean, Darling. It’s just—”

She looked down as she spoke. “I feel really touchy.”

Annie nodded once. “You mean emotional, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“And you know why, don’t you?

“Yeah.” She finally looked up and spoke in a low voice. “It’s this goddamn estrogen. It’s pulled all my emotional filters away and is making me feel…” Kerry gave Annie’s hand a squeeze. “Vulnerable.”

 

The tee shirt in question does exist, though I do wonder if it existed four years ago in 2013.  For now I’ll say it does, because it is possible for me to change things if I feel like it.  This is sort of Annie getting back for Kerry suggesting she get a tee shirt that showed a flying witch with the logo, “Good girls go to heaven, Bad girls go to Salem,” and we know Annie isn’t a bad girl.  Don’t be surprised if Kerry ends up with this same shirt should he remain a she for a while.  Because Annie would love that.

Now that Kerry’s been reminded for the nth time today that being a girl could be in her future, she once more opens up about how she feels.  And she has.  And that brings a response from Annie:

 

Annie thought it best not to mention what Coraline and she discussed before leaving the school this evening. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you use that word.”

“My vocabulary has adapted to my gender, I guess.” Kerry slowly led Annie back on to Essex Street. “If we ever come back here when I’m like this, we’ll get the shirts; I don’t want to show up at dinner with bags in tow.”

Annie was aware that Kerry was making an excuse but let it go, as she recognized that, in a way, she was right about not walking around with a bag for the rest of the evening.

“It’s agreed, then.”

“Yes, it is.” Kerry looked about. “When do we have to be at the restaurant?”

“Probably not for another thirty minutes or so. Coraline said she was gonna give us about forty-five minutes or so to walk around before dinner.” Annie glanced over at Kerry.

“She said she’d text when they were getting ready to leave the school, which means we’ll get a good five minutes warning.”

“Good.” Kerry glanced up at the now nearly dark sky. “I really like this. I’m surprised Coraline was able to put this together so quickly.”

“I think she’d worked on it for a while.”

“Why do you say that?”

 

Do we think Coraline put all this together on the fly?  I know what to think there, and Annie has some thoughts on that matter–

 

Annie nodded to her right. “Your clothes. They fit almost perfectly, which means Coraline probably got all your new measurements from your exams and had Jessica adjust them for you. She told me everyone who was going to show up for dinner when we spoke and also mentioned the headmistress had approved the trip.” Annie moved closer to Kerry. “I think she’d spent most of the time while we were watching movies to set up this dinner date.”

While there was a slight smile on her face, Kerry’s voice began to crack with emotion when she spoke. “Still, I have to thank her for this. She, and everyone else, could have left me up on the third floor for the entire day and… they didn’t.”

Annie silently agreed with her love. Given all the Spy Eyes on the third floor, it was likely Coraline spent part of the afternoon monitoring her patient and saw Kerry’s mood deteriorating. While the doctor in her likely wanted to keep Kerry safe, the her counselor half knew she needed to do something to improve her patient’s mood.

And getting outside the school was the answer.

They walked down Essex in near silent for nearly a minute: Annie wanted Kerry to relax and enjoy her newfound relationship with the world around them. She also didn’t want to mention that since leaving Witch Tees they’d continued walking hand-in-hand, as she worried that if mentioned, Kerry would become self-conscious and release her hand. Annie had already seen a couple of stares from people walking by but ignored each one—

She was walking with the one she loved and that was all that mattered.

Annie glanced over to her right. “Anywhere in particular you want to go?”

“Let’s go down Central and go pass Front Street Coffeehouse.” She chuckled. “I know it’s closed but I want to see what it smells like.”

Annie pulled herself against Kerry’s arm as she laughed. “Why not?” She pulled them to a stop and looked down Central Street. “As you wish, my Ginger Hair Girl…”

 

A walk in the cooling darkness, one that might allow Kerry to take in some different sights and smells.  Sounds like it’s going to be a good evening.

Now, while we won’t be there for dinner, you can bet we’re going to find out what happened…