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At Opposite Ends of the Earth: Chapter 7Chapter 7: Temptation Takes a Toll
Elle was momentarily surprised, baffled even at how easily she maneuvered her way over each rock, bush, and bramble. Occasionally though, her skirt would catch on a thorn, or her hair would get tied up with leaves and branches, but still she pressed on. She was desperate to find the lake Abernos described to her, desperate to escape Mias. She would not go back to that greedy, self-absorbed psycho who seemed to believe he was in control of everything. She absolutely refused to do it. Though her stomach became aflutter at the mere thought of him physically. This might have worried her, had she not better sense to realize the difference between physical attraction and genuine interest in one's character. Yes, he was handsome, devilishly sothe epitome of titillating attraction bottled up into one manbut he was also unmistakably an unmitigated ass. Worse than that, he was a terror to the creatures of this world, a tyrant, and
Mrs. Honeycomb Allow me to speak plainly; real life sucks.
"Charlotte, the nurse will see you now," Ms. Grenhold says to me.
Brushing aside a lock of black hair, I look up from my copy of Blind Your Poniesthe worst book ever assigned to my A.P. Lit classand cannot stop the wrinkling of my nose at the smell of body odor, spaghetti sauce, and Ivory soap. The nausea seeps down from the cloudy edges of my throbbing headache and stirs a most unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach. Ms. Grenhold could be summarized in three words; bloated mass of hairiness. Well, technically, that's four words, but who ever counts 'of'?
"Ms. Grenhold, I really don't need to see the nurse. Its just a migraine, can't you give me some Excedrin, or something?"
Her nostrils flare, and my attention is drawn unwillingly to the shaved mustache growing back into place over her lips. I self-consciously cover my own lips with my fingers, wondering if I will ever grow a mustache.
"School policy, swee
Ah, Sweet Patience"Ah, Sweet Patience"
Seconds pass by grudgingly slow, like molasses
I can't stop twitching I've lost my glasses
I don't know where to turn, or where to go
But they will turn up at least I think so
Scatterbrained, I'm losing my mind
I can't stop pacing as the minutes pass by
Back and forth, one foot in front of the other
I will find them, I swear, one way or another!
O' sweet spectacles, to where did you flee?
Are you sitting comfortably by the tube of Maybelline?
No! You are not there, as I had hoped
Now the quarter hour has passed, how will I cope?
Sitting, standing, twitching, pacing
A half hour has passed; I've lost my wits
Mr. Minute-hand why on earth are you racing!
Can't you see I'm falling to bits?
Mommy, dearest, the end has come, I fear
I cannot find my glasses, they've disappeared
Take me to the Funny Farm where I'll don a white coat
And there I'll have to stay, for I'm at the end of my rope.
Mr. McFlannigan"Mr. McFlannigan"
Mr. McFlannigan to where do you go?
To see Mistress Mlauterfold at Sloutermouse below,
To truffleflub and mufflechub with Madame Torrough?
You do seem to find good company in those
But mayhaps by chance you seek none at all
No company can match that which Giggle Juice enthralls
Not the Whiney Wanton Wench, nor the Frivolous Fox
Could ever replace that which the Toddy Tot talks
Oh Ho! Mr. McFlannigan your charydauds do fail
Your pompot pilvary and oilyhoo hair
Does not foolify me or bring me into your snare
Not even your fretty pretty bolbooty tales
So be off Mr. McFlannigan!
Away with you, you schmaud!
I will not be caught again,
Or taken with YOU as a sod.
At Opposite Ends of The EarthChapter 6, Part Two:
As Mias and Elle came to the very edges of the forest, Shurohv began to slow down considerably and twitched his ears in bewilderment at what he heard. Wild, whining screeches and boisterous, throaty howls whirled through the air in a sonic surge of chaotic blunder. The forest was in a fearful uproar in objection to the sudden crack in its shield. You see, reader, when Mias broke through the barriers of his world to kidnap Elle and bring her out of her world and into his own, he caused a highly unusual crack to form in the magical barrier that sort of 'protected' the world. Most normal creatures outside of the forest were not as attuned to the richness and complexity of the earth as the woodland fauna were; therefore no other creatures even noticed the breach.
"We will go on foot from here," Mias spoke for the first time during their ride and startled Elle slightly, despite the crazed squeals coming from within the woods.
He had s
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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