Unseen in 60 Seconds

The scene is finished, all in the bed and resting–much like my kids will do in the next scene, but that’s another story, probably told tomorrow.

Three scenes down and two to go for Chapter Thirteen, and this last scene has pretty much had me returning to form in terms of getting the word count out.  Almost nine hundred words last night, it was enough to finish out  the scene and get ready for the next.  Then one special scene after that and–ta, da!  Chapter be done, on to Chapter Fourteen and the end of Part Four.

I be writin', word be rollin' up.

I be writin’, word be rollin’ up.

And it got interesting in class.  Picking up where I left off yesterday . . .


(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)

Annie shifted her weight and the collage of background images shifted around her body, hiding parts while exposing others. “Oh, this is terrible.” She pressed herself against the edge of the cubical entrance. “I thought I would attempt what Professor Kishna did—”

“And you managed an admirable effort.” Jessica appeared to Annie’s left as she dropped her own invisibility layer. “I don’t know if the proficiencies you’ve gained will offset the proficiencies you’ll lose by being out of your seat.”

Annie returned to being completely visible before turning to face the transformation instructor. “I’m sorry, Professor. I just had to see—” She nodded to her right. “How Kerry was doing with the assignment.”

Jessica continued staring at Annie for several seconds before turned to Kerry. “And how are you doing, Kerry?” She examined his containers. “I see only one mouse.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Can I take that to mean that you’ve allowed them to run off?”

He was about to protest when he cause the faintest of grins at the right corner of Professor Kishna’s mouth. “No, Professor. I managed to make them invisible.”

Annie nodded. “I saw him make the second mouse vanish.”

“You did?” Jessica gave Kerry a hurt look. “And I missed it . . . fortunately you have a third.” She motioned at the remaining simulacrum rodent. “Please, turn it invisible.”

Kerry stiffened with the eyes of the the professor upon him. Working at his cubical was one thing, but having her standing there watching did little to help his crafting. “Um . . .”

Jessica’s head snapped up as she looked past Kerry. “Lisa.” She made certain that not only did the girl hear her, but so did everyone in the room. “What are you doing?”

Lisa was shaking one of the containers violently, the simulacrum mouse bouncing off the walls inside. “This damn container must be cursed.” She slammed the container to her work surface. “Ah can’t git any of these mice to do nothin’.” She crossed her arms in a huff. “There’s somethin’ wrong here.”

“If there’s anything wrong, it’s the student.” Jessica pointed at Lisa’s containers. “Do nothing more until I come over—and if you keep shaking them like that you won’t have to worry about turning your mouse invisible, because it’ll pop and dissolve.” She turned back to Kerry. “Ready?”

He looked up slowly, quickly shifting his eyes to Annie before turning to Jessica. “Do I have to?”

“Remember, Kerry, experts in transformation magic don’t always have the most perfect conditions under which to work.” She tapped the top of his work surface. “Considering me standing here to be one of those imperfect moments.” She nodded at the container. “Proceed, please—and do nothing more to your spell than what you’ve done already.”

Kerry didn’t need to ask what the professor meant by her last remark, just as he understood the look Annie sent his away: change nothing. Do what you’re already done twice. He focused on the last mouse standing and began pulling his imaginary tubes around the remaining creature before sending the energy and willpower to cement it all together . . .


Jessica:  cold as ice and twice as imposing.  Oh, and she has killed–but who here at the school hasn’t?  Don’t answer that question, but I know.

Still, she’s a good teacher, and she does go out of her way to help from time-to-time, or giving advice without really giving it.  I like her a lot, because she’s got the whole “I’m In Control and Never Forget It” package going, but get her in the right mood at the right time, and she’ll tell you her life story and be so open about it you’ll think you’re speaking to a completely different woman.

Well, she is one of the best transformational witches in the world, so maybe you are.

Anyway, how did the scene end?  Like this:


He moved his hands over all the containers at once, imagining he was pulling at the thread of tubes around the mice, all the while preparing to shoot a jolt of power into the effect to reverse the spell. He willed the effect to vanish, and slowly all three mice grew visible.

Kerry motioned to the mice. “And it’s done.”

“Yes, it is.” Jessica lifted her head and smiled, her eyes reflecting her feelings. “Excellent work, once again.” She turned to Annie. “As for you . . .”

Annie resisted gulping, but expected the professor to do something concerning her having left her work space. “Yes, Professor?”

“How many mice did you make invisible before sauntering over here?”

She sighed silently. “Two, Professor.”

“So one remains.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Then you can show me how you make the third one vanish with me standing over you.” She hurried Annie back to her cubical, then turned to Kerry. “You can come as well. After all, Annie saw your mouse vanish; only fair you get to see hers.”

“Sure, Professor.” Kerry hurried towards Annie. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”


No, he wouldn’t, ’cause watching his sweetie make mice vanish is something he lives for.  Sorta.

Like I said, three scenes down, two to go, and I’m getting a good feeling that I might start working on the last scene for this chapter on Friday.  If I do well tonight, I’ll finish up the penultimate scene, then . . . well, you know how it goes.

It's all right there on the corkboard, so you can see for yourself.

It’s all right there on the corkboard, so you can see for yourself.

To See the Almost Invisible Girl

The mind has been crazy of late, and by “crazy”, I mean I’ve been on a bit of a roller coaster.  The day wasn’t bad, but my emotions were all over the place, and at one point I thought I might have to hop on the phone and call the hot line that I keep in my contacts.  Which one?  That one.  The one you don’t ever want to go to.

It never got to that because I started writing.  I don’t want to say I was saved by writing, but it was doing a damn good job on me.  And I picked up right where I left off, with Jessica commanding her class, discussing with her eager young mind their assignment, and what they were using for their spell:


(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)

She pointed at several of the work cubicles as she walked past. “Today you’re going to attempt to transform the air as I did and render the items in the container you have have in a similar state.” She reached into one cubical and picked up a plexiglass box that contained three white mice. “The assignment is to turn each of these creatures invisible. I will considering anyone turning one invisible a minor success, while rendering all three invisible will make me look upon you with great admiration.”

She lifted the box over her head and turned from left to right slowly. “Though I know some of you are fearful of loosing control of your spell and killing your test subjects, but you needn’t worry. There are not real mice: they are simulacra, or simulated animals. They look like real mice: they move, they breath, they see and hear, they even bite if you give them the chance. You’ll encounter these in many of our tests, as you will encounter homunculi in your self defense class. Fitz, Adric, and Ramona cook these up for us, so we can work on our magic without fear of killing an animal—or another human.

“It is possible to destroy these simulacra, but their aren’t going to suffer, nor will they end up a bloody mess on your work counter. When a simulacrum is destroyed, it dissolves into a gray film that’s easy to wipe away—” She handed the container back to the student. “Though that film will tell me all I need to know about your efforts to perform the spell.”


Homunculi:  keep those in mind.  You’ll see them in the next chapter.  As for the mice simulacra–I wouldn’t worry about them too much.

"Do I look like a simulation to you, lady?"

“Do I look like a simulation to you, lady?”

Have some cheese before you dissolve away into nothing.

It was a good run at the scene, with the worlds flowing out effortlessly.  The night before was horrible, but that was due to distractions.  This time is was me and my kids and their story, nothing else.  Not even the bad thoughts I’d had earlier.  They were no longer seen, just like this:


There was a soft gasp from his left; Kerry recognized the voice as Annie’s. “Did you see that?” He turned to his left—

Annie was there, only she now looked like Patchwork Annie. She was visible in parts: a little of the upright right side of her head, some of her lower left arm and part of the hand, some of her waist, a little of both thighs. And even these parts that were visible didn’t come across as solid—Kerry imagined trying to see her through translucent glass painted to look like the classroom. She’s tried making herself invisible, like the professor showed us. He giggled as he reached out and touched her unseen right arm. “You are there.” He gave it a light squeeze. “This is really good.”


That Annie:  she only shows these things to one person.  Kerry tends to do the same thing, though . . .

If it hadn’t been that I was watching Fargo last night–which was a scary and heartbreaking episode–I’d have finished the scene.  I’ll do that tonight, then start the last scene of the chapter, which is going to extremely heartwarming, and then it’s on to the next chapter, which is not only going to be fun, but it’s going to change the path my kids are walking.

They be rollin', haters be hatin'.

They be rollin’, haters be hatin’.

Twelve hundred words last night.  Not a bad total for something you weren’t suppose to see.

Entering the Land of the Invisible

Back into the swing once more, after laying low, more or less.  I ended up with this Sunday night:


(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)

Once they were out of earshot Coraline leaned close to Erywin. “You really going to take that boy’s money?”

“Oh, please.” Erywin’s chuckle almost became a laugh. “I’m a witch, not a bitch. I’d feel horrible taking his money and then keeping it for this gesture.”

Coraline had a similar feeling. It wasn’t that Kerry was embarrassed to ask for help; she sensed, and saw in his aura, that he was afraid he wouldn’t have anything for Annie. “So what will you—or I—do when we give him the gift?”

“Take his money, so he doesn’t feel guilty about being given the gift, and then find a way to give it back to him.” Erywin shrugged. “Parents are always sending money to their children . . .”

“That’s one way.” Coraline laughed. “Or the old ‘monetary prize for outstanding achievements’ hand-back.” She stopped and turned, looking back at Kerry, who’d just been rejoined by Annie. “He went for our suggestion rather easily.”

“As well as our other suggestion.”

“Oh, yeah.” Coraline crossed her arms. “Why is that? Because he didn’t have any ideas, and figured we know ‘what girls like’?”

“Oh, it’s more than that.” Erywin didn’t take her eyes away from the young couple. “I am of the belief that deep down inside young Kerry a romantic lies dormant in his heart, and it only needs a bit of a push to come out.” She patted the young doctor on her arm. “I believe we’ve started pushing.”


Nice and sweet, and something’s a brewing.  That crazy Kerry, probably going to do something silly, otherwise why bring in a couple of female teachers and ask them for something–and offering money, too!  One must wait, must they not?

That was Sunday night, however, where I put down nearly a thousand words.  Monday night–well, I was a bit tired, and I’d had a pint, or two, at dinner on my way home, so I had to let that wear off.  When it was all said and done I eventually launched into the next scene . . .


“True invisibility is nearly impossible to achieve.” Jessica Kishna strode slowly across the front of the classroom, closely watching her gaggle of work cubical situated students. “If one is a true expert in the field of transformation, they can render their body invisible—and they can even modify themselves so they can actually eat and see in that condition.” She showed the class one of her now-well known smirks. “Most so-called experts, however, either died of starvation or dehydration, or went mad from blindness, before attaining that level. Which is probably a good thing . . .

“The good news for today is that none of you will go mad—from blindness. As for you going mad trying to accomplish today’s spell—” She shrugged, noticing the strained looks of some of the students. “Only time will tell.”

“There are many ways to render something invisible. Normal Stealth technology has shown the world that the proper materials, the correct angles, and the right paint will make any object invisible to electromagnetic detection. But we’re going well beyond that—at least that is my hope.”

Jessica slowly walked the aisles between the work cubicles as she spoke. She knew it made the students nervous to have her scrutinizing them while she lectured and, more importantly, while they worked their magic. She didn’t care: she wanted them nervous and jumpy. She knew this caused most students to make mistakes, and a few had completely blown simple spells. Not like the one she gave them the first day of class—spells far easier . . .

“The simplest form of invisibility is camouflage. If one can blend in with their surroundings, then one is more or less rendered invisible. In the Normal world this is performed with clothing and articles used to further enhance said blending.” She paused at the end of the aisle, forcing everyone to turn and look in her direction. “In our world, there’s a far better way—”

Jessica seemed to fade as the background pressed around her from both sides and below. In less that five seconds she’d vanished from the sight of everyone in the classroom. “Right now none of you should be able to see me. Does anyone know why?”

Two hands went up instantly, each belonging to the students she suspected would know how she’d worked this magic. Do I go with what is likely Normal scientific understanding, or with the Legacy who likely knows something about the spell? How about this time— “Annie, tell the class, please.”


Sure, you two, be show offs.  That’ll get you no where in the long run.  Invisibility, huh?  And not a cloak in sight–save what you create.  And don’t worry:  they’ll learn how to do that.

There’s always someone at school wants to dress up as fictional characters at Halloween, you know.

Get this scene out of the way and two more scenes–probably three more in all reality–remain for this chapter.  Then I get into some good stuff.  But that’s probably not coming until after Memorial Day weekend.  In the meantime, we have . . .

Can you see me now?

Can you see me now?

This.  And some time line stuff I worked on as well, but I’m not ready to show that.

Only because it’s depression.