Monday, March 16, 2009

Yikes, the Hair Spray Killer’s St. Pat Disguise

Kalypso fought her way out of the terrifying dream. Demon chihuahuas dressed for St. Patrick’s day appeared in every doorway of the old west ghost town. And she’d already used her silver bullets, killing a slew of them. Now her pistol, that looked like a child’s toy from the sixties, was empty, and the leprechaun chihuahuas surrounded her, their eyes glowing with menace and becoming blood-red. She back up.
The second the nightmare lifted, Kalypso bolted upright. Her heart raced painfully. She sweated like a hog on the hottest day of summer, and she couldn’t breathe fast enough.
Feeling his strong arms embrace her, she slowed her breathing enough to murmur, “It was him.”
“Him?” Carefully Zryphus brought her against the solid warm wall of his chest.
“The Hair Spray Killer,” she whispered. Frowning, she committed the dream to memory while focusing on the scene still before her mind’s eye.
“He’s dry frozen. God, you feel good, beautiful.” He buried his nose in her hair, just above her hear.
“I know he’s super dy iced,” she impatiently muttered. “I think his consciousness is trying to communicate.”
“Or it could be his Elite Controllers using some tech-method to make it appear that way.”
“Could be,” she agreed. “Stop it, you beast. You already had your way with me. I even let you play Devilray.”
“Whinny, whinny,” he rumbled near her ear. “Tell me everything you remember, Kalypso. We’ll figure out what’s happening. Did it feel like a precognitive dream?”
“The Wearing of Spring Green parade and picnic is in two days. It’s based on the old St. Patrick’s day celebrations before the Conflicts,” she began...

Just for fun, my Big Beautiful Kittens, a scene between Kalypso and Zryphus, that takes place after their love story in moi’s novel, Murder of Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis.

Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 79 ~

Sylva really didn’t want to think about being abandoned. But here she was, forced to face a huge sore-point issue. Not because she’d fallen in love. But because supposedly she was already married. Still, the idea of going dancing with her cowboy was something she didn’t want to resist. “You’ll see, honey.” He grinned and tweaked her chin. “I’m truer than blue.” Pasting a smile on her face, she raised up on her tiptoes, pecking his lips with a kiss. “I’ll go get ready. I hope I know your style of dancing here.” She pivoted toward the bathroom to wash up.

Zeke waited until his bride closed the door, before heading back to clear off their table. Her little kiss clung to his lips. Heck sweetfire, his heart had never felt lighter. Trained well, he carried everything into the cooking area, and placed the dishes in the cleaner unit. Still smiling, he strode to the com station. He wanted a perusal of the sophisticate saloon he’d mentioned. He was in no mood for an overcrowded celebration that could frighten his Sylva. Moving the curtain aside, he thumbed in Roy’s private number. “Emerald Shamrock, you got the fantasy, we got your room.”
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 78 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the
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Friday ~ The Romance of the Lone Ranger ~ by the Kougar
Yesterday, Bekki wrote a great bloggie article about ways to keep selling your small print/ebook.

For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ ~

Volcano’s Angelic Forecast

Angelic Forecast ~ XXVIII

“It’s time for the wearin’ of the green,” I greet the Heavenly One. He approaches, the sky brightening around him, the grass greening vibrantly before he walks upon it, like his own personal pathway.
“The green carpet instead of the red carpet,” he jokes.
“Follow the green grass road, instead of the yellow brick road,” I joke back, badly.
“You look disappointed. Were you hoping for fairies and leprechauns?” His purply eyes twinkle, yet hold an infinity of compassion.
“I was. I’m spoiled seeing you every week.”
“You’re not spoiled,” he counters, his expression amused and jovial. “The wee ones are readying themselves for St. Patrick’s day appearances and miracles. It requires huge amounts of energy. Especially creating all those rainbows.”
I nod my understanding. “Do you have a shamrock-lucky message for us this week?” I ask.

MORE...Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ ~

Let FREEDOM ring. Let every VOICE be heard! NO! Internet Two. Resistance is victory.

Happy Age of Aquarius
May your most romantic dreams come true...

St. Patrick’s day smooch from the Kougar...

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