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My interview @Stories without words

In Writing on January 7, 2010 at 9:01 pm

My first interview! This is so cool! I’m probably way too excited about something like this, but I don’t care. Squeeee!

http://storieswithoutwords.wordpress.com/the-interviews/ben/

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In Uncategorized, Writing on January 3, 2010 at 12:49 pm

I’ll be here

Lurker

In Writing on January 3, 2010 at 10:55 am

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They didn’t know me, couldn’t know me, in this incarnation.  I watched them from the lurking shadows, poised to fall on the unwary.  Sitting among darkness and death, I remembered bits and pieces of my past life.  Misery and pain spun through spider webs of gossamer memory. 

Movement on the snow-dusted path snapped me from my reverie; another naïve trespasser passed into my domain.  My blood surged in anticipation, the short tussle, the scream of anguish and fear, and the taste of hot blood on my tongue.

My muscles tensed as my prey drew near.  The mouse would never know what hit it, I thought as my whiskers twitched.

Unexpected turns

In Uncategorized, Writing on January 2, 2010 at 9:00 pm

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“Ma’am, are you okay?”  The strange man who held her asked.

“Wha—?  Who are you?”  Vivian asked, startled.

“It’s alright.  You started to fall and I caught you.  Do you have fainting spells often?”  He asked with quiet concern, still holding her.

“No.  I don’t know what came over me,” she whispered into his chest.

“Do you remember anything?”

“No, wait, yes I do!  He was sitting at that table, with her!”  She shouted, angry for showing them such weakness.

“Ah, do you want to sit down for a moment?”  He asked holding her shoulders.

“No, thank you, but my husband canceled all my accounts.  I have no money to sit at one of these tables,” she said turning away, her fists balled at her sides.

“Well I do.  If you would be so kind, I’d like to buy you lunch,” he replied catching her arm, turning her.

“I’m not sure I should be eating so soon if I fainted,” she said not daring to look him in the eye.

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine,” he reassured her, stoking her arm.

“How do you know?”  She asked demurely.

“Because I’m a Doctor.”

Taking her hand, she let him lead her over to a waiting table.

She fell in love with him all over again.  Her husband played his played part beautifully.  Who would have thought that he would have been willing to play the role of a Doctor seducing a distressed woman?

By:  Ben Pollard