A blazing layer of stratus clouds from an impending sunrise -- something that looked its best for barely five minutes on Oct. 31, 2012. The foreground streetlight isn't THAT powerful, but I also made it a true morning light in silhouette.
Intimidation, Pt. 3 of 9. Walter steered the vessel slowly into another curve, and the group saw the last two people trudging along a much wider muddy shore soon. Nadine looked exhausted, and Jack helped her stand again after she fell in the knee-deep black paste. Their trail of tracks in it indicated a laborious struggle since before Iris was rescued, and they promptly raised their arms and waved. Other than being wet and soiled, both appeared fine. The problem was that the boat could not be brought any closer than about fifty meters to them in its loaded condition.
Jack nearly lost his footing twice after they signaled him to come out. He held her left hand most of the way next to better the balance for both, but when the water was almost waist-deep to make them more weightless, their holds failed. The unstable foundation shifted under their feet, and they toppled forward into the murky but refreshin
Intimidation, Pt. 2 of 9. Maxine and Doreen were running toward them in shallow water yelling and waving ostentatiously, still connected to each other, and Russel soon appeared from the drooping greenery in pursuit of both. All stopped several meters to their rear. The large detective was boisterously ordering them to also stop, and Maxine slipped below the surface of the water suddenly before she reached the boat, having first ignored his commands. Doreen twisted about, screamed, and toppled forward next, following the pull of her weight during the fall, but Walter accelerated a little and let the boat coast beside them as their head popped above the surface again sputtering. Elaine and Robert showed concern as Iris promptly improved emotionally at the new excitement.
Russel was smiling and shaking his head to the point of laughing at their risible behavior. He had just called them dumb river rats, a
Intimidation, Pt. 1 of 9. The opaque whiteness of the creepy fog gave way to warm yellowish sunlight in a few short minutes, and silhouettes of trees loomed nearby like guardians of the special guests. The mist seemed to cling to them, and as visibility improved, they discovered things that were markedly different but to the extent of being profound. The trees were not native white pine and cypress anymore. Instead, tall dense Calamites grew around them with big ferns and other ancient flora. The sun was even in another position in the strange sky -- of late morning again, and the gap previously entered was now a clear narrow waterway with no apparent end or beginning.
Walter was able to start the boat motor again, and the remaining patches of fog to their sides swirled into the shaded foliage and dissipated, as if reacting to the noise of it. The boat was guided along the sinuous channel in the direction wh
Requests, Pt. 9 of 9. Dr. Elaine Parker waited almost an extra fifteen minutes with her younger assistants on the pier of Sumpter's Entry into the swamp before they saw Robert drive up to the toll booth in the distance. He parked his car in the visitor's section of the small ranger station parking lot and appeared in the same clothes he wore when on a long fishing venture, but he was not carrying a tackle box or pole now, only supplemental wading clothing and a wide green case. After issuing a short meager flirtation to the young female attendant and lifting his old hat to her with a smile, he walked casually across the groomed grass to the front of the right one of the two piers that were shaded by stately palms. Walt put the binoculars down, and Bonnie shifted her position behind him on the boat.
The impatient woman of academia shook her head slowly as he strolled toward her, occasionally looking on each side at things i
Requests, Pt. 8 of 9. While the dispersed group of people sought to find each other in the antagonistic biome, the ri continued its search for the escaped prey in human form on the outside of its sanctuary but subsequently learned of another more significant problem. When the night came and enhanced her anonymity in the modern world, she went to the source of it eager to investigate how challenging the subject of it really was.
She finally approached a modest but ornate brick house after easily hitching a ride into the targeted area and felt curiosity, more so than anger, to urge her onward across the perfectly up-kept azalea-bordered yard. No flowers were blooming for her, as a symbolic negative greeting along the natural fences, or on the more centered wisteria bush, as she arrived out of time from a completely different place.
Robert Stanson had just finished watching the nightl
Requests, Pt. 7 of 9. Vaughn gesticulated at Russel, and all of them moved into the detestable area. The ground insects became much less common, and the canopy and understory of the prehistoric forest became like a dense two-tiered roof that seemed to hold the smell there. Every strap-like leaf on the huge more abundant lepidodendron trees competed for light, and over a half dozen drooping sacs, two to six feet long, could be seen suspended from the extensive branches. Russel did see one sway gently but could not tell if it was alive or moving in some localized breeze overhead.
They moved at a slower pace, having to get around enormous scaly tree trunks and step over larger roots and fallen debris, including many bones. Kathy became more difficult to manage as their number increased, and when they were in the middle of the shadowy zone, it looked as if the many organisms had went in there only to become extinc