Nephylim

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Hidden cliffs eh? Never I think that Sam is so used to head on with situations he made wrong choices with the best intentions. This is in a way skated over here but we go into it in a bit more detail in Enigma II He's learned from his mistakes though, and in a way it's lucky he did because he is a great support for River and Silver. Faith is certainly a bad penny.

Thank you for your review. This was a fun story to write as were all my shorts. It's not easy for me to write shorts because I have been told I have verbal diarroea (I know that's not spelled right )

I do and I can't wait to get some more in August even though you've made me blush

I don't know to both

I'm in. As soon as I know where my beautiful boys are staying I'll be in there and I will try very hard to be less pathetic next time... i want to take Westie up on his offer about the cage dancing

This weekend could have been one of the worst of my life. I had been so excited, I can't even begin to describe how excited I was. And then on the day of the trip, as I was opening the oven to warm the croissants my back went out. I broke my back in 1997 and I also have disc disease which means that the discs in my spine are crumbling away. I've lost four and another two are starting to go. When my back goes out I can look forward to a week of constant pain and regular debilitating spasms. One of the worst things is that I am afraid of the spasms. I could spend all my time living in fear of the next moment just in case but I don't. On Feb 4th I was terrified. The though of journeying to Manchester and spending a weekend alone with strangers had changed from an exciting adventure to a complete nightmare. To give you an idea of the scale of this... my daughter had to dress me while I sobbed in pain. I was devastated... and then we re organised my whole suitcase with things that were easier for me to wear, added a whole load of strong drugs and in complete terror I headed into the unknown... ... to one of the best weekeds I have ever had; and it's all down to the people I met. The first kind people were the station staff who took care of me, handled my case, found me a seat and walked me from platform to platform. Then there was the lovely man who offerent to carry my stuff all the way to the hotel, but I only let him do it to where he was going anyway. Then there was the hotel staff who took really great care of me, taking my case up to my room, opening doors and ordering a taxi. But the best, sweetest, most adorable, beautiful and kind people I met all weekend were this weird group of strangers I happened to bump into in the foyer of my hotel. We had kind of decided that I would write an axaggerated tale to see how far we could take it before people realised it was totally made up... but then I figured that there was nothing I could say to improve the truth which was unbelievable enough in itself. I could hardly believe my luck when I walked in to the foyer and immediately spotted two of the lovliest men I have met and to know they were waiting for me. The life force that emanated from them was so enlivening and their smiles were so warm and bright that they buoyed me for the whole weekend. There was so much beauty in them it blew me away... and the greatest beauty of all shone from the obvious love they have for each other. I have rarely seen two people who fit together so well and who lighten any situation by sharing that love with those around then.. consciously and unconsciously. The humour that surrounsd them is like a cloud of laughing gas that makes you smile even when you feel like shit. I totally fell in love with them both right from the start. (I even forgave the positive references to Margaret Thatcher ) And then we added in a pure, quiet and gentle soul who brings a sense of calm so that I can hardly imagine him in any kind of fluster. There were times when I was concerned that he might be feeling left out because he talked the least of us all... but I think it is because he listened the most and when he had something to say we all listened. He has the sweetest smile and kindest eyes and was the most perfect gentleman. He is the kind of man that you would always feel safe with no matter what happened or where you were and would trust with you darkest secret and know beyond doubt he would never betray you. His only fault was in his bad choice of umbrellas. After a fabulous meal my new friends insisted on dragging me down to Canal Street to see the go go dancers. I fgured that If I was going to be dragged off on an adventure then we should also drag in the fifth member of our happy band who, bless him had only just got there and was probably looking forward to a rest. We lured him with the promise of go go dancers only to find that they had run away from the rain... although there was other entertainment. Personally I liked the twinkles in the trees. Anyway, our new member gave the best hugs ever and, as he owed me a few I took great pleasure in totally taking advantage and getting as many as I could. i can tell you one thing; you shouldn't trust the photographs posted in the forums... no mere photograph can convey the brightness of a smile or the animation of a sweet and cheeky personality. I couldn't get enough of that smile and fortunately we were blessed with it a lot over the weekend. I can't think of anyone else I have ever talked about Chemistry with, without instantly getting bored or even falling asleep. And he was so tall... why didn't I expect him to be so tall. With that smile, the beautiful eyes, the personality and the fab hugs, if only he had been thirty years older, straight and single I would have packed him in my suitcase and brought him home... whether he wanted to or not On the Saturday I noticed that there was a fabulous metal rail around my sink that would be perfect for handcuffs and again ranted against the universe for cursing me with back troubles that weekend. Having been down Canal Street the night before I am confident I would have found someone to chain to it if I had been fit. In fact, there was a very nice waiter called Aaron who carried my case up to my room who would have done nicely Anyway, our second trip down Canal Street was to a fab Italian restaurant where we met the sixth member of our happy band who was last but certainly not least. To be honest I think we overwhelmed him a little. He was very quiet to begin with but we soon warmed him up. We had some awesome recommendations for real Chinese restaurants which I spoiled by my inability to travel to them. He was unbelievably sweet and although quietly spoken became animated and very interesting when talking about things he knew. Thanks to him we found out some fascinating things about Chinese culture... such as they steaks are not rare, medium or well done but a percentage of how cooked they are. I would assume that rare would be 15%, medium 50% and well done 80 - 100%. We had some excellent conversations about languages; some of which I have to admit I didn't understand at all. In fact we hardly stopped talking and we didn't even have time to slag off anyone on GA. Although it was suggested as we had most of Europe and Asia covered by our group we shoudl really talk about the Americans, when it came down to it we didnt have much of whinge there either. I think we mentioned stories maybe six times, and then only briefly... four of those was me asking Stu if he had re posted his story yet... I TOLD them I had a bad memory(he should have realised when I got his main character's name wrong (I did remember there were four letters with a double at the end) ) and who's counting anyway. What more can I say. This physically screwed, tired, grumpy and fat and frayed old woman was given the honour of spending the weekend with a band of babes who kept me smilng no matter what. Thanks you GA for letting me get to know these treasures and thank you boys for putting up with me and even seeming to like me Would I go again; even with the pain? HELL YEAH.

I have a lot of spiritual activity in my house and I'm fond of every one of them. The only thing that scares me is that they will leave me without communicating with me, although I think that some of them are just here to keep me company through lonely times. Witchcraft isn't genetic, it's taught, felt and experienced. And psychism doest have to have anything to do with witchcraft. Personally i find wicca too restrictive. I often dream about dead relatives, espcially my mother and father... my father visited the house a couple of times when we first moved in, just to make sure it was ok, and he came to see my daughter when she was a baby (I was 3m pregnant when he died) I practice all kinds of magical disciplines andI am also an exlectic vampire, taking prana from natural forces and human auras as well as through living blood. I find the whole thing totally natural and normal. What others think is not my problem. I have a propensity for killing things. I even managed to kill my son't pet cockroah - go figure. I have no fear of death, or what comes after. I do the best I can in teh now and what comes after follows on.

I hope you told her the full story because, for me, the attempts you made to get it right would have been better than the flowers themselves.

I'm looking forward to reading it. And second the opinion that Frosty is awesome

Yes it is a dangerous world, but then it always has been. It may seem that it is more dangerous than ever, with serious crime, terrorism etc but is it? Is it really? In the past we have had to face disease... cholera, typhoid, flu epidemics... plague war - from the world wars, to civil wars and invasions and that doesn't include raping and pillaging. Terrorism... see above for raping and pillaging... sometimes from invaders, sometimes from occupiers and sometimes just for the hell of it; also the witch hunts and inquisition. We had times when the ordinary people were little more than slaves and times when whole countries were decimated by disease. It has always been a dangerous world we just have more effective communication and we are more aware of the scope of it. I think humans have a great difficulty in talking about a lot of natural processs... farting, burping, copulating - dying. Personally i don't understand it. People say they dont want to talk about it because they would rather not think about it and i don't understand.Are we not insulting the deceased person by refusing to acknowledge the huge step they have just taken? We dont show any respect for death, they dying or the dead. I am glad that you have found peace with death. it can either be a huge shadow that bends closer and closer as we get older, or it can be a new adventure that, whilst we dont look foward to we don't run away from either.

Hmm.... I thought the orgy was going to be in the fountains in Tragalgar Square. It's going to be hot in August

Yep, definitely vary. I try to aim roughly at 4 - 5k but it depends on the scene I'm writing. I wont cut off half way through or start a new issue just because of how many words Ive written. As for cliffies... Hmmmmmmm

Love the curtains. That's it... keep looking at the curtains

I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing Not deliberately at least, although I should come with a health warning because I can be... inapropriate, as my daughter says. I have to say that I am rather disappointed. I dyed my hair for the occasion and the black has bled into the blue and made it decidedly less so meh. I did, however buy a new umbrella

He thinks he does

You know I totally didn't get that until your response Bleu. I just thought he'd got your name wrong I must be losing my touch

I LOVE that story

I'm glad you liked it hun. And no trying to sneak a look at th laptop on the weekend You know how it is with enigma, there is a lot of emotion and this time Silver is a lot more proactive and more.. out here... so perhaps the cracks show a little more clearly... well a lot more clearly. We'll see.

This time I really have to protest. Where is the cliffhanger? Where? Silver is eating bacon sandwiches and River is planning a surprise. WHERE is the cliff and WHO is hanging. Gah

Oh yes yes yes... I'll join you in that. Me? Scary? No.... Absolutely. So?

I would't be as worried about breaking the ice as drowning in the lake ... or the street

God yes With photos.

“Silver... what’s wrong?” I can’t move. He’s still got me tied up in knots with his body. I am only just coming back to full consciousness and I’m beginning to panic. Silver’s weeping is almost silent. He seems to have withdrawn behind a barrier that mutes sound and motion. It’s like watching someone through a window, too far away to be able to hear or touch them. “Silver please... let me go.” I don’t want to force my way free. The possibility of hurting him is unthinkable. And yet h

OMG YES!!!!!!