I apologize for the delay today. After experiencing technical difficulties this morning (and thanks to Justin my puter guru for jumping on the problem and solving it), a frustrating round of not being able to cut and paste the entries (thank you for your help Michelle), and your basic life interruptus I am now able to post the 35 who make it on to round four.
Here we go. You ladies know the drill, post line four by midnight this Friday. And good luck!
1.”Great Odin, I demand retribution against this beast!” Freyja gestured toward the dark shiny mass writhing before a large fiery hearth, twisting and turning, as it tried to find a way to escape its bonds. Her voice shook with repressed anger, “He dare defile my sacred stone.”
2. I haven’t had sex with my husband in almost four months. And frankly, I don’t miss it. But the really crazy part?
3. At the crack of dawn, my nine year old niece Sophie decided to forego the toilet and poop in her pajamas while standing in the middle of the upstairs hall. Vaguely acknowledging her predicament (size10 Barbie panties full of a walloping load of crap) she kicked off her PJ bottoms and underwear, stepped into the poop and proceeded to clomp down the hall toward her mother’s bedroom, leaving a trail of fecal footprints across the new, beige Berber.
My first inkling of the crisis was a guttural growl, followed by a “whoops!” and a thud from my usually calm and mostly coordinated sister.
4. I could not believe my good fortune. A car pulled away just as I was within twenty feet of it and I was only one block from the address I was seeking. This was a great start, a sign, an omen.
5. I killed myself for Anton Romanekâ€“literally. Not out of loveâ€“out of necessity. I had ulterior motives, other reasons.
6. Every woman considered stealing a horse and running away on her wedding day, didn’t she?
Isabel of Thornwyck glanced around at the guests, hoping there was still time for a miracle. She smoothed her crimson kirtle, and took a step forward.
7.”Hell, I’ve got kids myself, Deborah, so I can see how something like this can happen—what with you being a single momma and all. It’s a hectic, overwhelming day and then the kid starts to whine.” Stuart Albright, Jamesville’s chief of police, leaned forward in his wood chair, bracing beefy forearms against the scarred surface of the interrogation table.
8. The hot black coffee burned as it soaked through Cindy’s business casual Docker slacks.
“Excuse me,” said a deep baritone voice.
The apology barely penetrated the zillions of voices in her head telling her how stupid she was to wear light colored slacks; hitting the snooze button three times was a huge mistake; she couldn’t change before the meetingâ€“the one she was now going to be late for; and dear Lord, couldn’t he have picked a better day to make an introduction?
9. She had wondered how long it would take before she could actually hear them speaking to each other…her mother had warned her eventually the lesions would dig deep enough, grind themselves so far in her brain that it would happen.
Now it had…her ears rang with the deep chatter of their kind, the vampires, and it nearly drove her crazy. Nothing concrete, just a constant buzz.
10. Have you ever had one of those “best sex you could ever imagine” dreams? You think you’re hearing angels on high, singing the Hallelujah Chorus and sounding their trumpets for you just as you are about to have the most incredible orgasm of your life. You’re about to hit that high note with them when you realize those aren’t trumpets you’re hearing; no, they’re car horns, introducing Arny the traffic guy, on the morning wake – up show you have your alarm clock set to.
11. Somewhere between Heaven and Hell, Nick Winters decided to live. There was something about lying in a pool of his own blood that made him think God wasn’t finished with him yet. Maybe it was the floating sensation of hanging on then letting go, or the woman.
12. I sell time.
I’ll do just about anything for just about anybody.
Unfortunately, Max Vanderbur won’t be buying time from me anymore because last night he bought the farm.
13. Dani Perez stepped away from the revolving door and walked toward the hotel bar, her four-inch heels clattering like a “Riverdance” audition on the black marble floor. The desk clerk glanced up with a knowing smile.
“What in the hell are you looking at?” she wanted to scream, but she knew exactly why he was looking.
14. I am justice.
I am vengeance.
Is there any difference?
15. “So, are you ready for some wild sex?”
Julia leaned forward, elbows on her knees, understanding for the first time the true meaning of the term ‘no brainer’.
He spoke with a hint of amusement, sprawled low in the comfortable leather chair in a dark corner of the hotel bar, his head back and eyes closed, whiskey glass held loosely in his grip.
16. Bubble bath made terrible camouflage.
Myra St. James tilted her legs, trying to get the disappearing bubbles to better cover her lower half.
“Come on, love, there’s nothing there I haven’t seen before.”
17. Jane Ryan gently placed the phone on the counter, tidied her already neat hair, and screamed at the top of her lungs, “I am the rock between the fruit loops.”
Her anger rose like an imminent eruption of Mount St. Helens. Lee press-on nails popped as her fingertips bit into the granite countertop, ricocheting off the wall and cabinet front to become deadly plastic ammunition.
18. “Wearing red to their mother’s wake.” A woman’s voice behind Eli Webster sharpened with disapprovalâ€“and was that a hint of envy he heard?
He glanced around, spotting two splashes of red in a sea of dark clothing…and his mouth curved.
19. Alcohol doesn’t take away the pain of career rejection, but it does dull it a bit. I shift on my cushy green couch and take a sip of my liquid tropical paradise, pretending to listen to the woman beside me. She’s talked nonstop for the past half hour.
20. Tony Solomon did not plan to die that day. No way in hell was he going to go up that thing. It’d be just his luck to fall and kill himself.
21. Trustâ€“in the single breath it took to speak the word, one could be betrayed.
With alert trepidation, Griffin Vaughan awaited the return of his page from the enemy’s lair. He’d sent the boy on a mission of peace and could only trust he would return unharmed.
22. Vayden, Wyo., was not a place Laura wanted to call home. A controlling husband and two needful teenagers had left her feeling trapped. She sat alone in her garden, as she often did these days, and began to daydream.
23. She really had to stop thinking about screwing her boss.
Being at a sex toy party wasn’t helping.
Celia St. John sipped at an ironically virginal strawberry daiquiri while around her, women giggled and squealed over the array of adult playthings â€“ everything from lotions, oils and powders to vibrators and dildos.
24. She should have kept running.
Lia Brown slammed the door of her ancient Nova a little harder than was necessary, cringed, and shot a glance over her shoulder. All she saw were the two other cars in an otherwise empty parking lot: her friend Jay’s Mustang and an unfamiliar white sedan.
25.The alley stretched ahead, dark and ominous…yet Antoinette moved forward, one deliberate step after another. Perspiration beaded on her upper lip and she ran a hand across her face to wipe it away before the saltiness slipped unwelcome to the corners of her mouth.
Damn this heat.
26. The second his century long reprieve ended, the Devil set out to destroy his soul again. Unfortunately the Evil One had the advantage because Derek Ramsey’s soul tended to gravitate to the road to perdition. If he’d just listen to his spirit guide this time…
27.After all this time, it was finally happeningâ€“that quiet, maddening tumble into insanity.
Annie closed her eyes, fully expecting that when she opened them, the man sitting at her kitchen tableâ€“the man who looked like Joel, but couldn’t be Joelâ€“would be gone.
Unfortunately, when she looked again, he was still there.
28. I believe “long” and “term” are the two worst four letter words out there, at least when it comes to relationships. Being committed for the long haul is fine, if you’re insane; if you’re not, why weigh yourself down with one anchor of a man?
My best friend Maggie, a hopeless romantic, is convinced that it’s possible to find one man and settle down for the rest of your life.
29. Men lie.
As a dues-paying member of the species, House depended on this fact, subscribed to it—gloried in it.
They lie about who they are, what they do, and how much liquor they can handle.
30. Special Agent Jason McCall’s life fell apart the day he found out that the love of his life was not, in fact, a lesbian.
And now there was a red faced bureaucrat inches away from his face, screaming at the top of his lungs, “How the fuck could you not realize the chick you’ve been shackin’ up with for the last 2 years was a goddamn spy?”
The question rolled through Jason’s mind as he contemplated full breasts, a tight luscious ass barely clad in mini shorts rounding down long surfer girl legs, and the thought of Angie frolicking with her lesbian lover Emily, and he realized: yup, that’s exactly how he missed it.
31. “Fuck you,” Susan Deluca screeched, lobbing her favorite Jimmy Choo pump at her soon-to-be-ex husband’s Lexus.
It bounced against the car door with a satisfying ‘thunk’ that brought the vehicle to a jerky stop and prompted Dale to lower the window.
32.Two things hit Ryan the second he stepped into the kitchen-someone had cleaned the place up, and there was a strange half naked woman smacking the hell out of his coffee maker. The fact that she didn’t belong there would have registered if he hadn’t been too busy staring at the red panties hugging her ass like a second skin.
His briefcase hit the floor with a thump and he wouldn’t have been surprised if his jaw followed suit.
33. There comes, in everyone’s life, a defining moment, where something so monumental happens that it will irrevocably alter your life foreverâ€“for Emeline Baxter, this was one of those times.
She had been about to snuggle under the covers of her very large, miserably empty bed when the sound first pierced the quiet night. The bright light that followed, brought tears to her eyes, and all around her, pictures and knickknacks began to vibrate.
34.Where did I go right?
The thought flitted through Carly’s head as she tunneled under her covers to look at Owen’s fabulous backside just one more time. Slinking out of bed to come up for air, she stretched her five foot eight inch frame another inch to get a peek at the traditional beach scene spilling through the hole in her condo’s dysfunctional blinds.
35. I taste their magic in the air. I came here to get away from it. They should have stayed away from me.