tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962109490336177665.post8622495894099369144..comments2023-08-28T03:11:38.347-07:00Comments on The Scribblers Cove: Another Pass A-Long StoryRebecca J. Carlsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13266492065285468391noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962109490336177665.post-74172870087521937262010-11-06T20:23:10.181-07:002010-11-06T20:23:10.181-07:00Bravo! This was fantastic! Great going! I Loved it...Bravo! This was fantastic! Great going! I Loved it. :)))Elizabeth Muellerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06028099814857743134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962109490336177665.post-48295312073354635662010-11-06T07:06:29.662-07:002010-11-06T07:06:29.662-07:00I have no idea what's going on, but I feel ele...I have no idea what's going on, but I feel electric charges flowing from every part of my body to my hands . . . and out. There's a weird sizzling sound. The door rattles. The man screams. <br /><br />And me. What's happening?<br /><br />I've never felt so alive.Jonene Ficklinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414949303542133724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962109490336177665.post-41239472484276648412010-11-05T17:50:40.324-07:002010-11-05T17:50:40.324-07:00I scream.
The stranger reaches an arm through the...I scream. <br />The stranger reaches an arm through the window, groping for the door handle. I kick at the passenger door, tears streaming down my face. As I wait for the attack, I mutter the words my mother taught me under my breathe. A burst of light shoots from my fingertips.Chantele Sedgwickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07920913211842919013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962109490336177665.post-65053735281840449422010-11-05T15:19:22.390-07:002010-11-05T15:19:22.390-07:00Without thinking I scramble across the front seat,...Without thinking I scramble across the front seat, reaching for the passenger door like a lifeline. For some reason it won't open. As I pull frantically a small voice in the back of my mind tells me it is locked. Already I see a black shadow reflected in the window and cringe as the glass shatters, spraying across my exposed legs.Sierra Gardnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16364930724666386832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962109490336177665.post-78130166620496375592010-11-05T12:37:58.858-07:002010-11-05T12:37:58.858-07:00The minute hairs on the back of my neck fizz. I se...The minute hairs on the back of my neck fizz. I sense his presence, needling the back of my mind, filling me with fear. Anticipation. My heart quickens and the seconds become eons.<br /><br />I turn and find him there. Behind me. Watching. Breathing. Wanting. Me.Hermana Mawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15743516008894676257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962109490336177665.post-26615166071912697912010-11-05T11:44:30.611-07:002010-11-05T11:44:30.611-07:00"C'mon beast. Don't let me down now...."C'mon beast. Don't let me down now." I mutter under my breath.<br /><br />My heart skips as I glance down at the gauges, the needle buried just under the 'E'. Despite my desperate mental urging, it remains in place, mocking my inability to remember small details...such as fuel.<br /><br />When I raise my eyes, my heart completely stops.<br /><br />My watcher is no longer there.Todd Lakeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04457108891014286796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962109490336177665.post-18065851638178740442010-11-05T11:30:02.197-07:002010-11-05T11:30:02.197-07:00My fingers fumble over my keys as I slide them int...My fingers fumble over my keys as I slide them into the ignition and turn. Nothing. I don't mean to, but my eyes rise, meeting his across the street, as I turn the engine over again and againJonene Ficklinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414949303542133724noreply@blogger.com