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The Challenge, Pt. 10 of 10. Depression weighed down on Susan heavily for most of the next day, aside from her other related emotions: dismay and fear, and she remained in her apartment with Nick close at hand for support. Losing Angie, her closest friend and intimate companion in so many ways for many years, was very difficult for her to fathom. She smoked more than usual and finally realized the ultimate reason for the negativity in her life was "Claire," the ri. Contemplating the revelation and thinking of how long it dragged her down, she felt an anger build up inside. She felt like the mature child of an addict, after making that discovery. For too long, two decades, she had just tried to shut out the memories of the bad experience with it, but no more. The time to face the fear, however large it was, that crippled her life and solve the root problem that caused it.
While resting in a tub of sudsy water ami
The Challenge, Pt. 8 of 10. Susan walked into the resort tavern and went up to the bar for a drink. She had finished studying the parts of her books that she considered important, going through them slow to understand the material best, and now wanted to relax a little. However, she could not help but wonder who would ever believe that she actually saw for real what was much in the books. It would be similar to telling ordinary people that she saw Bigfoot, space aliens, or a mermaid. Incredible.
She was no more than halfway through the tall screwdriver, when she noticed the sly brunette gazing with a faint smile at her from the other side of the curved bar table. It was Claire for sure, and she appeared to visually complement her for somehow escaping the trap she set. Angie had been looking without success for her for nearly two days, and there she was -- clever and aggravating. This was her place, and she had no intention of being intimidated again tonight. Taking another swallow of the
The Challenge, Pt. 7 of 10. About an hour later, Susan, Angie, and Nick were in the living room of the apartment. Susan was lying on the couch, and Angie was sitting in the soft recliner appearing tired. Nick was leaning against the wall still perplexed at what had happened and at their condition when he found them. He could not understand how their previous circumstances developed.
"Well, girls? I wouldn't mind at least some kind of an explanation for what was going on or what happened. After all, I did save your lives."
"It was that darned bitch we saw earlier today," Angie drawled. "She was here 'n tried ta kill us. Jus' about did too. We were goners."
"It looked that way. Now, who was that 'bitch' of yours anyway, and how did she get in here?"
"It was Claire," Susan interrupted. "She
The Challenge, Pt. 6 of 10. Angie was soon put away - folded tight in an organic cell in the same room but opposite of Susan, who Claire was next looking for. She faintly heard a moan behind her after sticking her helpless adversary in a corner, and upon slowly sliding the cubicle door open, she saw her prey still bound well in the shiny tight latex and in an obvious blissful state. She smiled a little and quietly commented, "This will be too simple."
Regaining consciousness, Angie saw her distorted blurry image move into the cubicle some from within her strange confinement, and while pushing outward against it with difficulty and much effort, she shouted, "Sue! Sue! Git up!" However, her loudest cries were greatly muffled and were like mere whispers to Claire outside.
The crafty brunette was assuming her role in a sly sinister way, at least for just a little while. She added m
The Challenge, Pt. 5 of 10. Susan removed her shirt and upon entering the bathroom said, "I already have my swimsuit on, and I thought we -- "
Her mouth fell open when she saw Angie in the rather large room, of which nearly a third of the space was the whirlpool inside a square, thick glass cubicle. Closing the door slowly behind her, she smiled, almost laughed, and said, "You're kidding! Are you serious?"
The bathroom and its features were wonderful, as she had seen only once previous, but what astonished her were the things Angie was holding: her goggles, swim cap, and a snorkel in one hand, and a shiny latex all-body suit in the other. She was in her blue swimsuit, like last night again, and slid the glass door of the warm steamy cubicle open with a tantalizing smile on her face too.
"I'm waitin'. Now, git yer clothes off already, darlin'," she ordered.
The Challenge, Pt. 4 of 10. Saturday was a new and different time for Susan, and after doing her routine weekly chores in the morning, she decided to take some of Angie's advice and do research into her past experience, while still shunning feelings of apprehension about it. However, not knowing exactly where to start, she did not believe she would accomplish much. It seemed to be the way her very own life was since the memorable event -- perfect but stagnant, and too often frustrating.
In the afternoon, she was in the large city library looking for her objective intensely. The local newspapers at the time of the tragedy only gave her detailed redundant reminders about it; she soon realized that she had to find information based directly on her experience and ideas. In the strange forest, she saw an enormous variety of odd plants and proceeded to look into the general subject in an encyclopedia.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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