Mad April Hare: thanks glad to see you here to the clown

A little ~ Just noticed darksideclown. Good to see you back on-line old chap.

ughaibu: The angel looked up at the huge shadow.
'Come, child. Do not be afraid' said the Shadow. 'Spread your wings and take a gentle flight with me. Let me take you away from here.'

Mad April Hare: iT wAs tHa MoNkEy oN hIs bACk...aKa, sAtAn.

ughaibu: The young angel sat crying, a hyperdermic lay broken on the floor.
As she sobbed, shaking and trembling with fear, a shadow appeared at the window.

ughaibu: ?? or is is a new twist to the current storytag? Or new one altogether?

Tears or fears, angels hypodermic.

As she did, she could only freeze in place, feeling a welling up of disbelief and unbelievable fear. She wished to turn and flee but her feet felt as tho they were stuck in quicksand! Where Amelia had sat, there were only cob webs and skeletons, looking her way and mocking her. With her head spinning and heart pounding, she found herself screaming, but no sound was heard.

In terror she realized she was running through a mist so thick she couldn't see her hands in front of her, and her whole body was tangled in cob webs. Twisting and turning to loose herself, she had no idea whether she was fleeing to safety or to harm. She only knew she had to attempt to find a way out of this horror scene!

Confused, yet grateful the woman peered directly into the "hollow" eyes of Amelia, recognizing the unexpected gift she'd just been given...a reprise from a possible impending demise! With a gentle smile, she reached out to touch her "stand in" touching only air...confused and her breath coming in short gasps, she turned to walk away but couldn't without looking back one more time at the seeming apparition that had given her a reprieve.

later 2day

sLaMdAnCe: what time is the next instalment?

Skyking: Follow what Tuesday started ~ that is the current storyline ~ taking an interesting turning.
As for your own ~ more of that please.

sLaMdAnCe: fascinating, Slam. Thank you.

I am confused. Which story(s) are the story tags?

Mousetrap: I want more!!

Man.. have you ever thought of getting that published slam.. seriously

sLaMdAnCe:
Again thanks for sharing, its rare we get insigh to what happened like this.

Three days.
For three days we sat and waited.
The rain was relentless...so much so, that we knew we were'nt going anywhere just yet.
After all..nothing favored good warfare like fair weather.

Three damn days I sat and waited.
So many thoughts running through my mind...
The first, and in retrospect the least important, was mom.
Mom would be worried.
She expected me home this weekend, and no doubt seeing the news, was gonna think the
worst and freak.
The next..actual warfare.
Would I lose it?
Would I prove to be a coward?
No.
I was sure.
That wasn't me.
And finally..if needed, would I actually remember any of my medical training??
That was the one thought that pulled at me.
I could die for my country and what I believed in, but the thought of one of my
mates dying in my arms because I, the medic, couldn't remember what to do to
help, tormented me.

I was the worst in my class.
I had failed every written exam in the course.
Having Hebrew as my second language made it difficult for me, but that was
irrelevant to my instructors.
I was informed that if I didnt achieve a 90% or higher in the final practical exam..
Triage, I'd fail the course and have to start over.

I finished 2nd in my class with 97%.

The briefing.
At last we were to find out what our mission was.
They made it sound like a walk in the park.
Two weeks max.
We were going in to widen the zone.
Take a couple of hostile villages, let the Militia occupy them and pull out.
No big deal.
They called it "Operation Litani".

The rain had stopped that evening and at 3:00 am the next morning 5,000 of us crossed
the border into Lebanon.

~2nd eXcErPt fROm My MeMoiRz~

Mousetrap: mORe to cOMe..

sLaMdAnCe:
Fascinating! Thanks for sharing!

It was Christmas Eve 1977, when my platoon was sent to Bethlehem to help calm
the unrest that had started a week previous. The thought of policing demonstrators
disturbing worship at the Church of The Nativity was not something we were looking
foward to...
let the local cops or military police handle it. It was not the first
time we were assigned such duty, twice before we were sent into the Rafah refugee
camp in the Gaza Strip, so we knew what to expect.
To our surprise things went smoother than we anticipated and with the help of
the local clergy, we were able to disperse the crowd without firing a shot.
As things quieted down, we allowed the worshippers to enter the church. It was
close to midnight and we were about to return to our base.
As I exited the church, I bumped into a nun, knocking her down.
I extended my hand, apologizing as I helped her to her feet. She was black and
from her accent I could tell she was British. As she thanked me, she smiled and
I looked into her eyes. I stared at her amazed...her eyes were dark brown, but
what gripped me was the light in them. I had never seem anything as wonderful as
that light. It was love, joy, compassion...understanding.
Embarrased, I broke my gaze and lowered my eyes, now fixing on the cross that
hung from her neck.
"That is beautiful!" I said.
She reached down and removed it from around her neck..
"Here" she said, extending her arm, offering it me.
"No, I cant take that" I said, my eyes now fixing on her's again.
She then took my left hand, put the cross in it closing my fingers, still holding
my hand in her's she told me.."G-d wants you to have this". I was instantly
aware of a warmth washing over me, and could not speak as she nodded, walking
past me into the church. I looked down, opening my hand I looked again at the
cross's simple beauty. I put it in the left pocket of my parka, zipping it while I
trotted to the truck that would take us back to base.


Just over a month had passed. It was Friday, I had finished my medical training
as a squad medic and had recieved my transfer orders. I was packing to go home
for the weekend when i heard the news..a busload of tourists traveling the coastal
route had been attacked by Mr. Arafat's PLO. All 30 plus of it's passengers were
killed as the terrorsts blew themselves up, praising Allah no doubt.
When all leaves were canceled, I kinda knew what was coming next.
Growing tiresome of the continuous rocket attacks on it's northern settlements
from within Lebanon, the Israeli government was looking for an excuse to widen
it's "buffer zone" in the southern part of that country.
An area occupied by the Lebanese Christian Militia, it extended from the Mediterranian
Sea to the Syrian border and was supported completely by the Israeli Govt.
Every weapon, tank, uniform, rations and even salaries were subsidized by Israel.
It was in their best interest to do so.
And so, that friday night my unit was mobilized..sent north to await further orders.

~aN eXcERpt fROm My MeMoiRz~

the girl needed a to roll a 6 to win teh game, and then she could choose which dor to go through, 1,2 or 725865..she rolls and

as the mysterious woman drove she realised that the tires of the bike were plowing through the pavement, the trees were whispering, and the side mirrors twisted her reflection like she was in a funhouse....on the bike was scratched"Albert Hoffman was here"

The girl jumped onto this strange hog, whilst looking over her shoulder at the ogre running behind her, they ran thorugh some mysterious cloudy substance, and she then found herself playing a real live game of snakes and ladders, when she saw a giant anaconda staring right at her..

The rabbit chuckled, "New ways of bein one with the universe, maaaaaan" and finally found the keys to his blue volkswagon bus...covered in painted flowers.

Tuesday:
well they are not really just ordinary window panes. They are the the gateway to a new dimension and if you step on one there is no telling where you will end up!

Tuesday: yea window panes"

Out of the bushes popped a white rabbit with a drink, dressed in tye-dye wearing sunglasses and a bandana. Somewhere Iron butterfly was playing...shifting quickly to Jefferson Airplane...."What goin on, Kooky lady?" The rabbit slirred while looking for something on the ground...."Dang....windowpanes...."he muttered before she could answer.

she heard something in teh bushes and ran to check it out?

Dinner was several courses, each one served by a different maid.

As they returned to the lounge after the enormous meal, June went back out into the garden.

Nirvana: don't know about the story tag but if i write anything i'll post.

simplycreative: Yep! and join in the story tag if you wish to.

so you want me to post my stories here? is that it?

Lucky man, that Bwilderedman! boo hoo! The Hare sits crying in his rabbit hole.

Back at the Dinner table:

Brad sipped his brandy as a maid walked round serving prawn starters.

Running into the dining room, Mr Hare grabs a bottle of Souther Comfort and hops away to the nearest rabbit hole ~ hastily retreating from the horse.

Lurch rolls his eyes and groans. He tosses down the drink meant for Miss Nirvana, then takes the bottle from Mad April Hare and retires to his own room.

Miss Tuesday sets the horse loose as Mr Hare continues his pursuit...of the horse. Hoping to find cover before her ruse is discovered, Miss Tuesday dives into a bail of hay only to find it is already occupied by bwilderedman...

You'd be bewildered too if some dame came crashing in on you inside a bail of hay.

Tuesday ~just turn the horse itself loose ~ that would be enough!

A man may look, my Lady. A man may enjoy what he sees, my Lady.
T'would be a duller place without such damsels to view, and I am not afraid to say so!

My Lady! Me - run? I think not. I also fence.