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[Belladonna Underhill]

(you can copy it to your computer if you want to)

Excellent!

Oooh! We have greenage!! Though I'll not be expecting a tornado anytime soon. Also looks like lime Jello, topped with Cool Whip!

That is really cool. I love playing with colors. Great job!

[jaimethepooh]

and here i go again
yet the begining of another story that i may NEVER finish.

work in progress.

Jason sat back against the cold brick wall and closed his eyes. A small stream of sunlight beamed in through a small barred window above him making a pool of light in front of his feet. He had been staring at it for a few hours now and decided to close his eyes for a change of scenery. He listened to the voices coming from the other side of the iron bars in front of his cell. They spoke in Arabic thinking that he couldn’t understand them, but he heard every word and he didn’t like what he was hearing. One wanted to interrogate him the other one just wanted to shoot him and throw away the body. Taking a deep breath in he flexed his arm and pulled at the long chain that was connected to a cuff around each of his wrists. That chain had been pulled through a round metal loop that was buried deep within the brick wall above him. The metal loop holding the chain to the wall gave a little in a little bit. Letting his breath out, he smiled. A third voice came into the argument outside the cell, this one sounded undecided. If only they would ask him, he would give them the third option of just letting him go. He doubted they would go for that one. Jason shook his head at himself and tugged at the chains again, when I get out of this he thought I really, really need to find a new job. Working undercover in the Mid-East for Intel getting any information on the new Dictator sounded like a good idea at the time. See a new country, meet some new people, get a tan, find out about weapons stockpile and go home. Sounded easy enough, riiiiggghhhttt.

He thumped his head against the wall and opened his eyes. The voices started walking away and then a door slammed. The third voice had mentioned something about food. “Bring me back something,” he said out loud as the door locked. It wasn’t a very comfortable cell he had been in better. Standing up he turned pulling one chain over his head crossing the chains in front of him. Planting his back foot and taking a deep breath in he began pulling. Dust fell from the hook; encouraged he tugged on the chain to the left making the hook move slightly to the left. “Hurrummph” he said. This could take some time, and time is what he didn’t have. The door unlocked making a loud clicking noise. Jason uncrossed the chains and sat back down against the wall.

A man dressed in traditional Arabic robes and headdress stood in front of the bars. He looked around the cell for a second and then stared at Jason. Jason politely stared back.

“What is your name,” he said (the first voice) in good English.

“Spot,” Jason answered in a matter of fact voice. The man looked at him puzzled.

“Why are you here?” he said slowly.

“To find Dick and Jane,” Jason answered right back. Another man walked up to the bars and stood next to the first man holding an M-16.

“ I told you we should just shoot him,” he said (the second voice) in Arabic.

“I’d rather have something to eat,” Jason said. The first man jumped a bit and glared at Jason.

“What did he say?” the second one asked. The first one translated. Now he glared at Jason pointing the gun in his direction.

“You understand us?” the Fist said in English.

“Somewhat,” Jason lied shrugging his shoulders.

“Then tell us why you are here.” He asked again

“I can’t,” Jason answered playing with the cuff on his wrist.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because they told me not too,” Jason answered raising his eyebrow at them. The two began to argue with each other again. This time they lowered their voices so it was hard for Jason to hear. He did, however hear the safety latch on the gun click off.

“No,” the first man said out loud in Arabic. “He might be useful, come.” He then turned making the second man turn with him and left. Jason listened as the footsteps walked away, then the door opened, then closed, and locked. He closed his eyes again thumped his the back of his head on the wall again and sighed.

Somewhere off in the distance he hard a loud thud. It sounded like a bomb dropping. Sitting straight up with a puzzled look on his face he picked up his arm to look at his watch, then realized that he didn’t have a watch anymore. “Hurrummpphh” he said out loud to himself again. Another loud thud came this time the cell shook a bit and dust and sand started falling down on him. Standing up he turned pulling the chain over his head again and reached for the window ledge. Not able to reach it he jumped and grabbed hold of the ledge and pulled up. This can’t be good, he thought they’re early. Above him he heard the sounds of jets flying by then a few minutes later another thud sounded off in the distance. Letting go of the ledge he fell back down to the ground. Taking another deep breath in he planted he back foot and started pulling. He needed to get the hell out of here.



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This post has been edited by jaimethepooh: Feb 25 2005, 05:36 PM

[artchick]

Intriguing. In a matter of a few paragraphs you have painted a picture of not only the location, but of Jason's personality as well as maybe his rank/position. I am a little confused about the chain around his neck though, not getting a clear picture of it. Big? Small? Hook??? Hope you will post more of this. Would like to see what Jason does once he gets OUT of prison. lol.

[jaimethepooh]

ohhhhh thanks for noticing that.

edited it a bit

i have an old laptop that my dad gave me so that way i can work out in the living room, maybe i'll get a chance to write more on it.

[Belladonna Underhill]

Hhhmmm. Very intriguing. I'd be interested in seeing where you take this.

[Rian]

interesting. kind of reminds me of Frederick Forsyth's books, with all the spy/captured/intrigue themes. like Bella, I want to see how this one plays out.

[Enkanowen]

mm, I would recommend longer chapters or waiting until you have something more substantial to post, right now it leaves me very up in the air. Particularly as to why the villains are Arabs. In the current political context it might be a good idea if there is a very good reason to choose Arabs as the villains, because it could very well be considered prejudice. (i.e. what 24's latest season had to face due to their portrayal of an Arab family) If they don't have to be Arab or you're not sure why they are Arab yet, being rather generic about them not only keeps the story away from any sort of stereotyping but also can add even more to the mystery.

[jaimethepooh]

Leaving

Tell me you love me
Tell me you hate me
Don’t just stand there
In the doorway
With your back to me
Tell me something
I scream in frustration
As you stand there
Not answering
And then
You walk out
Slamming the door



Five Points

Running with
The wind
At sunrise
Burning with
The fire
At noon
Flowing with
The water
At sunset
Resting with
The earth
At night
My spirit
Follows the elements
Each and every day


Katie Bear

Miss Katie bear
Sits in her chair
And watches
The days go by
The little boys
Pet her nose softly
And scratch behind her ears
She thanks them kindly
By licking their faces
Miss bear
In her chair
Watches the world
Go by without a care

[Enkanowen]

kewt the puppy!

Five Points is probabl the strongest poem you has posted so far. It is concise, no excess words, just the bare minimum that was needed to convey. It flows quite beautifully. Well done!

[jaimethepooh]

Good Morning

A loud crash of metal from somewhere else in the house woke her up. Morning sunlight streamed in through the wooden shades lighting up the room. Reaching her arm out to the left Julie felt the empty side of the bed and sighed. Rolling over she reached down for the robe on the floor. After figuring out which end was which and then getting her arms through the holes she slipped out of bed. As Julie neared the basement door she could hear the low rumble of music and another clank of a heavy weighted metal. Opening the door she tiptoed down the narrow staircase towards the brightly lit room.

Looking around the corner after reaching the last step she saw him standing in the center of the room with his bare back to her. James raised a large dumbbell in his right hand and lowered it and lifted his left hand also gripped around equal sized weight. The muscles in his broad back rippled with each lift. Beads of sweat trickled down his shoulders and down his back as he continued his routine almost in rhythm with the music. Walking quickly up behind him she used the sleeve of her robe to wipe the moisture off his back. He jumped slightly as his brought the weight back down to his side.

“Did I wake you?” he asked turning his head.

“No,” she answered kissing his shoulder lightly.

“I’m sorry.” He said raising the weight again. “ I didn’t mean to drop it like that, it just slipped.” Resting her cheek on his shoulder she slid her hands down his back and wrapped her arms around his waist. Sighing he set down the weights on the rack in front of him.

“Why do you even bother doing this anymore?” she asked as she rubbed his stomach. “You could become the size of Jabba the hut and I’d still think you’re sexy.”

“You are one of the worst liars I have ever met.” He said as he spun around and crushed her to his chest in his arms. “You’d leave me in a heartbeat.” She giggled as he kissed her on the lips.

“Yea maybe you’re right I would have left way before you got that big.” She giggled again as he smacked her on the rear.

“I’m almost done,” James said as he let her go and nudged her towards the stairs. “Go back to bed.”

“I think I’m going to get a shower, you sure you want to stay here?” She said looking back at him.

“Yep go ahead,” he answered back and turned back to the dumbbells. Shrugging her shoulders she left. He began again with the right when somewhere in the back of his male brain something occurred to him. ‘Woman in shower equals naked woman.’ Dropping both weights on to the bench he ran up the stairs.




Dark
Walking through the darkness
A bright light
Burns behind me
Ignoring it
I walk away

This post has been edited by jaimethepooh: Jun 14 2005, 03:36 PM

[Sprout]

Well done Pooh. Love the poem and the short story was great. Men are always slow on the take aren't they. LOL

[Belladonna Underhill]

Very cool Jaime. I like the short story; yeah, men are that dense. The poem is very intriguing. I like it.

[avalon]

Great story Jamie!!! By the way, I love your Katie Bear poem!!! She is so cute!!! And your poem "dark" is really cool too. I like how you express the moment when someone knows they are walking into the darkness, leaving the light behind them, and still they do so. Great stuff!

This post has been edited by avalon: Jun 14 2005, 10:23 PM

[dooey]

Love the short story. Now playing in Doohopper's head ... sexy half-clad sweaty man making biceps bulge and ripple.

*dies*

The poem is quite a contrast to the story - darker and more deliberate. Reminds me of an anti-hero, embracing the darkness to do good.

Katie is aDORable! I have yet to be able to pass a dog (or a horse. or a cat. and even the bear at the cottage last weekend!) without scratching it behind the ears and rubbing its face!

[jaimethepooh]

Thank you everyone
big
(katie says thanks too)

[Ireth]

“You could become the size of Jabba the hut and I’d still think you’re sexy.”


one of the funniest and yet sweetest lines I've ever read...   

[jaimethepooh]

Thank you Ireth
(sorry for late in replying. )

Moments in Time

The moment came.
Feeling as if he was being watched,
He turned around slowly.
Their eyes met from across the busy diner.
She looked down quickly at her cup of coffee.
Knowing she would look again,
He waited almost grinning.
She looked back up for him.
Their eyes locked briefly.
She looked away again,
Her heart racing.
When she dared to look for him again,
He was gone.
The moment passed her again.

[jaimethepooh]

been putting off on posting this one but here i go........


Candle Spell

Large brown eyes
Stare into the
Flickering flame of
A solitary candle
Before a solitary woman
In a darken room.
Shadows dance
Across the walls.
As the light from the
Candle jumps and quivers
As it dances on the wick.
She whispers softly.
Then pinches out
The burning light.
Her will is done,
So mote it be.

[jaimethepooh]

Drifting away

Drifting away
From the shore line
On an old wooden boat
Built for two.
Drifting away
The sandy ocean bottom
Slowly disappears
Into the dark blue water.
Drifting away
Reaching out over the side
She dips her fingertips
Into the cool water
Drifting away
As far as he dares
He drops the anchor ties the rope
Then stretches out his legs.
Drifting away
From the busy world
They leave it all
Behind them.

[Enkanowen]

that is beautiful. I love the idea of just leaving everything behind...

[Jaimie]

Wow. I don't see how I missed all of these.

It's a really freeing idea, and the poem brings that out not just in the words, but in the flow as well.

Candle Spell has a great mood to it. Very mysterious.

Moments in Time is a nicely captured scene. I think it's one that we can all relate to.

Well done!

[jaimethepooh]

Thank you Enk and Jaimie

[Nimfea]

I'm really sorry that I haven't checked in on your thread in a while- I missed such great stuff! All of your latest poems leave me with a tremulous sort of inner peace.

This post has been edited by Nimfea: Dec 4 2005, 10:43 PM

[jaimethepooh]

Thank you so much Nims. sorry i'm so late in replying
i haven't been able to post here due to the fact that i just have absolutly nothing new writings to post. i moved, had to deal with all that crap before the move and then after. then i had to find a job. which took awhile. then i got a job, working from 4:30pm to 9:30 pm so that way i don't have to put Kobey in daycare. been trying to get my daily schedule in order, i have just felt so drained lately and haven't been able to write at all i feel like all my muses have left me.
But i did finally was able to just 'sit' for awhile outside with Kobey and after playing around with my photo program, i do have these to post.


















this last one is a good one. i call if 'find the kobey'

[jaimethepooh]

Wishing

Drifting from reality
Straying out of focus
Day dreaming of somewhere else
She sits by the shore
Listing to the waves crashing
On the sand and rocks
Wishing for a better life