Karin Tabke | Author of Contemporary, Historical, and Paranormal Romance: Author of Sensual Romance
Karin Tabke | Author of Contemporary, Historical, and Paranormal Romance: Author of Sensual Romance


Round Seven!
July 17th, 2006

We’re down to 20 entries.  I will post the next round (8) next Monday as usual, right before I head out to Atlanta next week. But I’m going to put the contest on hiatus for the week after since so many of us will be out of town.

Here are the Round 7 entries:  And I apologise in advance if I screwed up anyone’s lines.  🙂

 

1. “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.
He was so close now Deborah could smell the hint of onions on his breath, hear the smoke-raspy catch to his breathing. She drew back, retreating until the wood slats of her chair pressed hard against her spine, trying to think past the exhaustion, past the icy bite of fear.
“It’s all about the little things, isn’t it,” Albright continued, “he wants pizza instead of peas for dinner, or maybe he just won’t go to bed—the point is he starts to whine.
2. 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.
“—and they don’t ever read their assignments,” the woman hollers above the sweet sounds of Prince, who, unlike me, gets to party like its 1999. She shakes her head and says, “I just don’t understand it.”
“Yeah, I hear ya,” I say to her with a fake smile, trying to pour empathy into my voice.
3.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.
“You’re paranoid,” she muttered, as she started toward the currently empty nightclub. “Frank probably doesn’t even know you’re back in EastRiver, and he sure doesn’t know where you’ll be today.”
She turned, and the uneven gravel lot caused her foot to twist, which shot a quick burst of pain up her leg into her bad hip.
4.I taste their magic in the air.
I came here to get away from them. They should have stayed away from me. They must know what I did to his killers. It’s not like I enjoyed the killing.
But they are making me.
5.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.
Nick had pulled her from the wreckage and now, lying on the soaked ground, he watched as both cars disappeared into the Cumberland River below. Blood filled his right eye as the scene blurred, the storm a chaotic buzzing.
Nick reached for her hand as labored breaths merged and formed, linking two spirits, while she beckoned him to come and play.
6. “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.
With his tawny hair, he looked like a lion, in control of his power and vaguely amused by the rest of the world.
Julia felt a throb deep between her legs, an ache in her nipples, and he hadn’t touched her yet. She squirmed in the slippery leather chair and arched her back slightly, suddenly breathless.
7.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.”
Drawing her knees to her chest, Myra shifted uncomfortably as her ex-fiance grinned and tilted his head as if to get a better look.
“Saw, past tense, as in before you started boffing your secretary,” Myra said, cursing the bursting bubbles, the need to pamper herself before meeting Blind Date #3 at Pier W, and that stupid ceramic frog hide-a-key she knew wouldn’t keep a burglar – or anyone else – out of her condo if they really wanted in.
Miles rolled his eyes, but the half-smirking you-know-you-want-me grin stayed in place.
8. 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 the hell are you looking at?” she wanted to scream, but she knew exactly why he was looking. The stupid dress her sister had chosen damn-near showed the cheeks of her ass.
Dani stopped in front of the bar door, a sudden rush of apprehension overwhelming her as she struggled to keep a falling ringlet of hair out of her eyes, and she silently cursed her twin a second time. Her usual ponytail would have been so much easier, but Nikki had insisted on pulling her unmanagable hair up and curling it around her face – said it was sexy.
9.I am justice.
I am vengeance.
Is there any difference?
The whimpers, the cries—those I could have ignored. Along Telegraph Avenue, where I live and work, the façade of students, tourists, and alt-trendy shops, never quite hides the muck of the city. If you want to see it, the pain and squalor are evident in the drug litter kicked to the gutters and in the stench of every urine-coated doorway.
10. 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. Her father had told her nothing about her bridegroom, not even his name.
A well-dressed man stood beside the priest. He had little hair, save a snowy fringe around a shiny pate.
11.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 – everything from lotions, oils and powders to vibrators and dildos. Each item she selected only fueled her fantasies about Tom McMillian.
Damn it, why couldn’t she get the man out of her head?
She’d purchased a bottle of the scented warming body lotion and imagined his hands rubbing it into her skin. 
12. I killed myself for Anton Romanek–literally.
Not out of love—out of necessity. I had ulterior motives, other reasons. An Ancient Greek philosopher had said he could move the world, if only he had a big enough lever and a place to stand; like that ancient philosopher, I was trying to move the world, with the country of Toural as my place to stand, and Drakonis as my lever.
Drakonis and Anton Romanek were one and the same–which was hardly a secret. He was the most powerful, the most intelligent, and the most dangerous supervillain in the world.
13. 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. After seeing how her last relationship ended, I agree with her: she’s hopeless.
Besides, monogamy isn’t natural: a lot of animals kill their mates after sex, which makes a lot of sense to me. I’ve never killed a guy (although some of them have richly deserved it), but I’ve also never spent more than two months with one, and I usually kick them to the curb far earlier than that.
14.After all this time, it was finally happening–that quiet, maddening tumble into insanity.
Annie closed her eyes, fully expecting that when she opened them, the man sitting at her kitchen table–the man who looked like Joel, but couldn’t be Joel–would be gone.
Unfortunately, when she looked again, he was still there. Joel with hair as dark as sin and eyes of the devil. Eyes that were watching her with a mixture of amusement and sadness.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, curling her fingers around the edge of the counter so she wouldn’t fall over.
15. 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. About their women, their prowess, their dicks. How big, how long, how thick, and how much coochie it’s conquered on the playing field.
But just this once, on this very special occasion, House discovered his friends had not lied to him.
16. 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.
Sweat trickled down her back, robbing her of more precious moisture and she tugged the damp t-shirt away from her sticky skin.
“Found it yet?” Nici’s voice buzzed through the comms headset attached to her ear.
“No,” she whispered.
17. 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.
“Can I…ah…get you a bathrobe or something?”
Shit like this didn’t happen to a man every day.
He should be pissed that some crazy woman had broken into his apartment, but he couldn’t get his mind to wrap around the concept of her being a real naked lady rather than a figment of his overworked imagination.
18. 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.
“Please, not yet,” I yelled into the open air of my bedroom.
I laid in bed for a few more minutes while I reflected on my dream, as well as calmed down from it. A little shiver overtook me as I remembered some of the things my dream man had been doing.
19. There comes, in everyone’s life, a defining moment, where something so monumental happens that it will irrevocably alter your life forever–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.
Ignoring her better judgment–when had she ever listened to it anyway–Emeline threw back the covers and raced toward the rattling window in time to see a blaze of fiery-orange streak past and hit the ground with a deafening roar. She barely had enough time to shield her face before the glass shattered, raining down on her like hundreds of stinging insects.
“Holy–” she let out a hiss as she dropped her hands and peered over the windowsill into her decimated backyard.
20. Where did I go right?
The thought flitted through Carly’s head as she tunneled under her covers to look at Owen’s 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.
An anxious lifeguard blew his air horn at a pink-floated swimmer out past his comfort zone, and the voice from the bed had its own sharp quality—”Coming back over here soon?”
“I’ve barely been away from this bed for the last 24 hours,” she reminded him.
 

Good luck!!!!!

 

28 comments to “Round Seven!”

  1. Michelle
    July 17th, 2006 at 3:46 pm · Link

    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. Her father had told her nothing about her bridegroom, not even his name.
    A well-dressed man stood beside the priest. He had little hair, save a snowy fringe around a shiny pate. Was this the man her father had chosen, after forcing her to reject so many suitors?
    ***

    Wow, so exciting! I’m thrilled to have made it this far.



  2. Cheryel Hutton
    July 17th, 2006 at 6:26 pm · Link

    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.

    “You’re paranoid,” she muttered, as she started toward the currently empty nightclub. “Frank probably doesn’t even know you’re back in EastRiver, and he sure doesn’t know where you’ll be today.”

    She turned, and the uneven gravel lot caused her foot to twist, which shot a quick burst of pain up her leg into her bad hip. Her hand went automatically to the area””-as if touching it would help””-while her eyes did another scan of the area.



  3. May
    July 17th, 2006 at 7:03 pm · Link

    I taste their magic in the air.

    I came here to get away from them. They should have stayed away from me. They must know what I did to his killers. It’s not like I enjoyed the killing.

    But they are making me. They are pushing me.

    (Thanks Karin! This is fun!)



  4. Edie Ramer
    July 17th, 2006 at 7:32 pm · Link

    Hey, Karin, this was a lot of fun. My favorites are still in the contest and I’ll be checking back often to see what happens. 🙂



  5. Karin
    July 17th, 2006 at 8:34 pm · Link

    Edie, so glad you enjoyed the ride! Get ready for the next one in six months.
    May, glad you’re having fun.



  6. Tracey
    July 18th, 2006 at 7:47 am · Link

    I’d love to come – but I live in Australia – although I know a few of our RWAustralia are going.

    Have fun – our National conference is on the
    11-13 of August.

    Tracey :o)



  7. Michelle Diener
    July 18th, 2006 at 8:17 am · Link

    “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.
    With his tawny hair, he looked like a lion, in control of his power and vaguely amused by the rest of the world.

    Julia felt a throb deep between her legs, an ache in her nipples, and he hadn’t touched her yet. She squirmed in the slippery leather chair and arched her back slightly, suddenly breathless.

    “Oh, I’m ready.”



  8. Kristi
    July 18th, 2006 at 8:32 am · Link

    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.”

    Drawing her knees to her chest, Myra shifted uncomfortably as her ex-fiance grinned and tilted his head as if to get a better look.

    “Saw, past tense, as in before you started boffing your secretary,” Myra said, cursing the bursting bubbles, the need to pamper herself before meeting Blind Date #3 at Pier W, and that stupid ceramic frog hide-a-key she knew wouldn’t keep a burglar – or anyone else – out of her condo if they really wanted in. Miles rolled his eyes, but the half-smirking you-know-you-want-me grin stayed in place.

    “One indiscretion when I was half-blotto at the Christmas party.



  9. SandraBarkevich
    July 18th, 2006 at 5:58 am · Link

    Karin, this really is the most fun I’ve had with a contest. I am going to be in Atlanta next week too. It would be cool if any contestants that are going to be down there could meet for lunch or drinks or something.

    Sandy 🙂



  10. Linda
    July 18th, 2006 at 10:37 am · Link

    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 ““ everything from lotions, oils and powders to vibrators and dildos. Each item she selected only fueled her fantasies about Tom McMillian.

    Damn it, why couldn’t she get the man out of her head?

    She’d purchased a bottle of the scented warming body lotion and imagined his hands rubbing it into her skin.

    She’d tested flavored body powders . . . and envisioned her tongue lifting the pink crystals from his flat stomach.

    (Thanks, Karin!)



  11. Rhonda
    July 18th, 2006 at 12:17 pm · Link

    Totally cool! 😀 Here’s mine:

    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.

    “””and they don’t ever read their assignments,” the woman hollers above the sweet sounds of Prince, who, unlike me, gets to party like its 1999. She shakes her head and says, “I just don’t understand it.”

    “Yeah, I hear ya,” I say to her with a fake smile, trying to pour empathy into my voice.

    On the inside, though, my heart aches from the unfairness of life””earlier this week, I found out Andrew, my boss, hired someone else for the newly created management position.



  12. ktzmom
    July 18th, 2006 at 4:16 pm · Link

    I’m happy to see that one of my favorites made it. This is a blast even as a reader.



  13. LaDonna
    July 18th, 2006 at 6:00 pm · Link

    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 getting go, or the woman.

    Nick had pulled her from the wreckage and now, lying on the soaked ground, he watched as both cars disappeared into the Cumberland River below.

    Blood filled his right eye as the scene blurred, the storm a chaotic buzzing. Nick reached for her hand as labored breaths merged and formed, linking two spirits, while she beckoned him to come and play.

    “Am I dying?” she gasped, dispelling the image of a far more beautiful world and slamming him back into his pain-soaked body.



  14. Liz Lipperman
    July 18th, 2006 at 11:18 pm · Link

    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 the hell are you looking at?” she wanted to scream, but she knew exactly why he was looking. The stupid dress her sister had chosen damn-near showed the cheeks of her ass.

    Dani stopped in front of the bar door, a sudden rush of apprehension overwhelming her as she struggled to keep a falling ringlet of hair out of her eyes, and she silently cursed her twin a second time. Her usual ponytail would have been so much easier, but Nikki had insisted on pulling her unmanageable hair up and curling it around her face – said it was sexy. How freakin’ sexy would it be when she fell on her barely-covered tush because she couldn’t see?

    ***ohmygosh, this is too much fun. Thanks, Karin. I know this must take up a lot of your time, and I know how busy you are.



  15. Theresa
    July 19th, 2006 at 12:28 am · Link

    Karin,

    This was such a wonderful Idea. It’s been great fun watching these openings take shape. I’ve got a question for you though. My next three lines are all single word sentences, with the same word used all three times for emphasis. Should I post the one line/ or all three words/lines?

    Thanks.



  16. Poppy
    July 19th, 2006 at 12:41 am · Link

    I am justice.

    I am vengeance.

    Is there any difference?

    The whimpers, the cries””those I could have ignored. Along Telegraph Avenue, where I live and work, the façade of students, tourists, and alt-trendy shops never quite hides the muck of the city. If you want to see it, the pain and squalor are evident in the drug litter kicked to the gutters and in the stench of every urine-coated doorway. If you want to see it.



  17. Karin
    July 19th, 2006 at 11:07 am · Link

    Theresa, my advice is to write it as it was meant to be read. But however you do it, only one line, a full sentence can be posted each round.



  18. Sharon Cullen
    July 19th, 2006 at 12:19 pm · Link

    After all this time, it was finally happening–that quiet, maddening tumble into insanity.

    Annie closed her eyes, fully expecting that when she opened them, the man sitting at her kitchen table–the man who looked like Joel, but couldn’t be Joel–would be gone.

    Unfortunately, when she looked again, he was still there. Joel with hair as dark as sin and eyes of the devil. Eyes that were watching her with a mixture of amusement and sadness.

    “What are you doing here?” she whispered, curling her fingers around the edge of the counter so she wouldn’t fall over. She had to be seeing things, because this really wasn’t happening.



  19. Theresa
    July 19th, 2006 at 5:35 pm · Link

    Will do.

    Thanks, Karin.



  20. Theresa
    July 19th, 2006 at 5:38 pm · Link

    “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.

    He was so close now Deborah could smell the hint of onions on his breath, hear the smoke-raspy catch to his breathing. She drew back, retreating until the wood slats of her chair pressed hard against her spine, trying to think past the exhaustion, past the icy bite of fear.

    “It’s all about the little things, isn’t it,” Albright continued, “he wants pizza instead of peas for dinner, or maybe he just won’t go to bed””the point is he starts to whine. Whine.



  21. SandraBarkevich
    July 19th, 2006 at 8:54 pm · Link

    There comes, in everyone’s life, a defining moment, where something so monumental happens that it will irrevocably alter your life forever–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.

    Ignoring her better judgment–when had she ever listened to it anyway–Emeline threw back the covers and raced toward the rattling window in time to see a blaze of fiery-orange streak past and hit the ground with a deafening roar. She barely had enough time to shield her face before the glass shattered, raining down on her like hundreds of stinging insects.

    “Holy–“ she let out a hiss as she dropped her hands and peered over the windowsill into her decimated backyard. The crater had to be at least ten feet in diameter and close to four feet deep with the hissing, glowing remains of the meteorite at its center–this, she had to see up close.

    ***These last rounds are so exciting. There are so many amazing entries. A couple of my faves were dropped the last two rounds. At this point, I don’t envy the judges. They have some hard decisions ahead.

    Sandy 🙂



  22. Tracey
    July 19th, 2006 at 11:56 pm · Link

    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.

    Sweat trickled down her back, robbing her of more precious moisture and she tugged the damp t-shirt away from her sticky skin.

    “Found it yet?” Nici’s voice buzzed through the comms headset attached to her ear.

    “No,” she whispered.

    “Intel just in has him entering a nightclub on the other side of town about twenty minutes ago.

    *** This is getting very edge of the seat stuff. Love reading the new lines, and I agree about having a tough time for the judge. ***

    Tracey 🙂



  23. Elisa
    July 20th, 2006 at 9:26 am · Link

    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.

    “Can I…ah…get you a bathrobe or something?”

    Shit like this didn’t happen to a man every day.

    He should be pissed that some crazy woman had broken into his apartment, but he couldn’t get his mind to wrap the concept of her being a real naked lady rather than a figment of his overworked imagination.

    “No thanks on the bathrobe, but a decent cup of coffee would be more than appreciated.”



  24. raine
    July 21st, 2006 at 12:42 am · Link

    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. About their women, their prowess, their dicks. How big, how long, how thick, and how much coochie it’s conquered on the playing field.

    But just this once, on this very special occasion, House discovered his friends had not lied to him.

    Leyla Cheval was every bit as hauntingly beautiful as they’d claimed.



  25. Heather W
    July 21st, 2006 at 2:33 pm · Link

    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. After seeing how her last relationship ended, I agree with her: she’s hopeless.

    Besides, monogamy isn’t natural: a lot of animals kill their mates after sex, which makes a lot of sense to me. I’ve never killed a guy (although some of them have richly deserved it), but I’ve also never spent more than two months with one, and I usually kick them to the curb far earlier than that. A few times, I only stayed with the guy for a few days: if he’s already boring me at that point, I can’t see how it’s going to get better.



  26. Bianca Miller
    July 21st, 2006 at 5:12 pm · Link

    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.

    “Please, not yet,” I yelled into the open air of my bedroom.

    I laid in bed for a few more minutes while I reflected on my dream, as well as calmed down from it. A little shiver overtook me as I remembered some of the things my dream man had been doing.
    “Down right naughty,” I said to my fish, Solo, as I forced myself out of bed.

    Thanks again, Karin and good luck to everyone!!



  27. April O.
    July 21st, 2006 at 9:34 pm · Link

    Where did I go right?

    The thought flitted through Carly’s head as she tunneled under her covers to look at Owen’s 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.

    An anxious lifeguard blew his air horn at a pink-floated swimmer out past his comfort zone, and the voice from the bed had its own sharp quality”””Coming back over here soon?”

    “I’ve barely been away from this bed for the last 24 hours,” she reminded him.

    “If I wanted to lay all my cards on the table, I’d tell you that 24 hours isn’t nearly enough for me,” he said, sliding a look at her through half-closed eyelids.

    *************
    Whee–are we having fun yet, Guys? Thanks, Karin.



  28. Charlene Conlon
    July 21st, 2006 at 11:36 pm · Link

    I killed myself for Anton Romanek”“literally.

    Not out of love””out of necessity. I had ulterior motives, other reasons. An Ancient Greek philosopher had said he could move the world, if only he had a big enough lever and a place to stand; like that ancient philosopher, I was trying to move the world, with the country of Toural as my place to stand, and Drakonis as my lever.

    Drakonis and Anton Romanek were one and the same”“which was hardly a secret. He was the most powerful, the most intelligent, and the most dangerous supervillain in the world. I wanted to bring superheroism to an end.



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