Mask By The Moon's Stories

FICBLOG!

2008-07-22T02:50:44Z

Dear Ficleteers,

Since Kevin is gone and we’ve yet to have someone take over the blog, I decided we’d do a news/blog thing in Ficlet form!

Okay, here’s how it works:

We put in news of basically anything important to the Ficlets community in here, things that can be used as inspiration(No non-blog sequels though, please), and challenge roundups, just like the old blog! So who wants to do the first actual blog post?!

And I move that it be a challenge roundup.

Most sincerely and excitedly,
MBTM

Adelle[2]

2008-07-21T18:46:33Z

A white horse came into view, slowing and finally stopping about ten feet from her. The man on the horse jumped off, a very confused look on his face.

“You stopped,” he said, more to himself than to her. She responded anyway.

“So did you,” she replied. She tried her best to look more curious than frightened, and kind of succeeded. The man—boy, he didn’t look sixteen—tried to chuckle.

“I did, didn’t I?” He was so preoccupied with the fact he had finally managed to catch up to this girl of mystery that he didn’t notice his horse had taken off, and that Adelle was giggling uncontrollably.

“You might want to turn around,” she said after regaining composure. He took her advice and went into a state of panic. He looked back and forth frantically before turning back around.

“You did it, didn’t you? You knew that I didn’t know my way around here! You knew!”

“I know nothing but the fact that horses get bored and run away if left alone for too long. And I know my way around, perhaps I can help you.”

Adelle[1]

2008-07-21T18:37:20Z

Adelle was sitting against a tree, humming nearly inaudibly. She was facing the sky, eyes closed, a smile on her small features.

Clatters, snaps and pops were heard in the distance. Adelle leapt to her feet, her silken floral dress blowing in the everstrenghtening wind. She winced as her thick chestnut hair got caught in the bark before staring into the distance with dewy blue eyes. For a moment she was a deer in headlights, but only a moment. She spun on her bare heel and took off, long legs covering much ground with each stride. Her breath and pulse quickened, the violent audio becoming louder.

She jumped over a rotting log, making note of the pattern of fungi and adding that to her mental map, despite the fact that she was running from the same people she had been running from for months. It was more of a routine than a terrifying experience now.

Coming to this conclusion, she stopped. Her mind screamed at her to run, but she stayed put. She pushed her instinct to the side and turned around.

A Company, A Ficleteer, and a Singer?(Google Challenge)

2008-07-21T16:42:12Z

MBTM
MBTM Ltd Inc, Munith, MI on MacRAE’s Blue Book Industrial …Free Quotes and RFQ ’s for Sewing contractors services & manufactures vinyl & canvas lawn mower & garden bags Sewing supplies and accessories, ...

Show map of 116 N Main St, Munith, MI 49259

www.macraesbluebook.com/search/company.cfm?company=474102 – 37k – Cached – Similar pages

I don’t think I understood ANY of that.

Mask By The Moon
Ficlets | Mask By The Moon’s ficlets
by Mask By The Moon 2 days ago 0 out of 5 stars 26 0 3. o.o – Surprise at a small level, may also mean confusion. Period may be exchanged with underscore. ...
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SWEETNESS !

Nichole
Nichole Nordeman
Biography, lyrics, song samples, photo gallery, newsletter and tour dates.
www.nicholenordeman.com/ – 95k – Cached – Similar pages

* blink blink *

Strange Calming Effects

2008-07-19T02:09:30Z

Mikki stared at the blank sheet of notebook paper, not bothering to reach for the pen or pencil or… anything. She just stared at it. Her father walked into the room.

“Writer’s block, honey?” he asked, looking at the blank paper.

“No, Daddy, not at all. I have found that staring at blank peices of notebook paper is strangely… relaxing.”

“Staring at— do what now? Michelle Renee, you’d better not be going crazy on me.” Mikki turned around and looked at him over her glasses. She couldn’t see him like that, but she figured it added dramatic effect.

“I’m doing this so I don’t go crazy on you, Dad.”

“Right… you sure you’re not going crazy?”

“No crazier than I already am,” she replied, turning back to the paper.

Teenage Dictionary: Lesser-known emoticon edition

2008-07-17T20:19:51Z

o.o – Surprise at a small level, may also mean confusion. Period may be exchanged with underscore.. Represents eyes being opened slightly wider.
2Kool4Joo: I’m going to come over, kay?
Childztar: o.o kay…

o.O – Confusion, often paired with O.o. Period can be exchanged with underscore. Represents a raised eyebrow.
2Kool4Joo: 1337 15 73|-| |30|\/|!!1!
Childztar: o.O….O.o

- _ – (without the spaces) – Frustration usually. Sometimes just complete giving up. Represents closed eyes and mouth. Underscore cannot be exchanged for period.
2Kool4Joo: But the apple ATE the pear! lolz!!!1!
Childztar: – _ – I give up.

^{^^} – Happiness. Can have an underscore. Represents “smiling eyes”
2Kool4Joo: I have given up stupidity and will now speak as a normal human being.
Childztar: ^^!

xD/XD – Better version of lol/lawl. Represents closed eyes and wide open laughing mouth. Can have added Ds, but cannot be used in sequence.
2Kool4Joo: xD kidding dood!
Childztar has signed out.

Peace

2008-07-17T03:01:36Z

A willow hung low over one side of the lake, while a string of Narcissus stretched over the water, trying to see their reflection. Can’t blame them, really. If I were pretty as them, I’d strain to see myself.

The clear water sparkled in the midday sun, creating a brilliant reflection of pure light onto the willow and the petals of the Narcissus. Swans landed in the water, their whiteness amplified by the sun and the reflection. I leaned against the oak I was sitting under and enjoyed the blue sky through the leaves. Not a cloud. Just blue beauty.

Trying not to think of prior events, I breathed slowly, deeply, and enjoyed the view again. I looked around and noticed Tulips were growing around trees near me.

I smiled. For once in four years, I really smiled. A feeling of peace came through my body, relaxing my muscles. My multi-year headache vanished with no trace left, and my stomachache vanished with it. All of the things that I had to take medicine for stopped without the meds. For once, I was happy.

Interesting Hunting Trip

2008-07-16T18:08:16Z

I remember the first time I went “hunting” with Uncle Paul.

Hunting to him and his brother and his buddies wasn’t hunting at all. It was a way to get out of town so they could act like boys. To ride motorcycles, drink beer, and mess with each other. They shot more beer cans than deer.

I was riding on the back of Uncle Paul’s motorcycle, a relatively small thing with the only headlight. The rest were stripped to be as light as possible for trail use.

After a while, he told me to be as quiet as possible.

“Watch this,” he whispered. He cut off the headlight and came to a stop in pitch black, right in the middle of a gravel road.

He let a small amount of time pass and turned the headlight back on. I looked around and wished I had a camera. Three were in a ditch, one had stopped and just laid down the bike in the road, the rest were scattered about.

As we took off again, I remember rocks coming from the left and vulgarity coming from the right. Best hunting trip ever.

Muses Wanted

2008-07-13T19:10:41Z

I pause my music and pull up the Compose page. I have bits and peices of creativity fluttering around my head, but after staring at a blank page for thirty minutes, I realize… I can’t capture them!

My mental butterfly net isn’t working. Every once in a while a quick, very creative sentence flies through my brain, only to mock me because I can’t catch it.

They’re like flies. I can’t catch them, I can’t put them to work, and I can’t make them stop! I step outside to take a walk in the bright sunlight, feeling it cook my skin, that’ll hurt in the morning. I try to find inspiration, but it only seems to come when I’m on my bike at my grandmother’s.

I’m not a charity case yet… oh, who am I kidding?

MUSES WANTED !

You Know You're Ficlets Obsessed When You Have The Signin Page as Your Homepage. (Wonderful World of Ficlets Challenge) [wow what a looong title!!]

2008-07-09T13:28:56Z

I came across Ficlets by going into the millionth roleplay chatroom that was completely dead. I was having creativity overload and I looked at the top to have it say:

Need a creative outlet for ideas and poems? Click here.

I clicked, fixed up my profile and started Ficleting. I knew mine wouldn’t be as good as some I had read before settling on something to write, but I was addicted from the start. I eventually set the signin page as one of my favorites.

I can’t remember what my first nom de plume was, but I do remember one: Queen of Pickles and All Things Vinegar-Soaked. That one was fun.

I finally settled on Mask By The Moon, figuring it was mysterious and eye-grabbing.

We don’t have AOL anymore. But I do have the signin page as my homepage.

Bobcat Escaped from Book

2008-07-08T00:30:28Z

Screams and clattering were heard from behind the door, a woman’s screams. But of course, this was one sweet deal on something as large as this. Books and all for just a bit.

I stared at the door sideways for a moment until the man stepped back out calmly, bandages on his arms which were already dark red, his shirt torn, almost clawed-looking. He noticed the strange look I was giving him.

“Can I help you?” he repeated.

“What’s in there?” I asked, sounding more frightened than curious.

“Wildlife section. Bloody bobcat escaped again.”

“Escaped? From what?”

“The book, of course. What else?”

Poor Dancing Robot

2008-07-07T20:49:52Z

The small robot danced wildly about the stage, keeping grace in a metallic fashion. Every move had its own kind of whir, pop, or click to it.

Few emotions were in it, all of them expressed through the dance, except for the utter boredom it experienced doing this exact same dance routine every single time. Once, just once it wanted to mix things up. But that would get it shut off if it didn’t prompt its programmer. Who’d say no.

It finished with an over-practiced flourish, and landed on one knee, metal hands in the air, and if it could have panted, it would have been.

But it was all old to it. Nothing more than a routine, a way to benefit the programmer and the viewers, no one else.

How it longed to break free, get away from the same old thing every day. And the humans had no idea.

Idiot

2008-07-07T02:47:41Z

“Bloody hell, boy. We’re rebels, not drug dealers. We don’t need money, we need people! And Meth-crazed people aren’t worth your hair color!”

“Is there something wrong with my hair color?”

“No, it’s just that it’s worthless.”

“Gee, THANKS .”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“So was I. Now go away.” I said it quietly but sharp enough to let him know that if he didn’t punishment would be involved. My finger was on the button, ready to press and shock him.

“Right then… bye..” he stepped out slowly, almost as if there were shock buttons on the floor.

Idiot.

Get what you give

2008-07-04T18:08:34Z

I tightened my grip on the club, looking around my backyard to make sure I was still alone. I stared at the frightened face, the orange hair messy, fear in the once scornful brown eyes.

“You get what you give,” I muttered angrily.

I tightened my grip more, my knuckles turning white. I pulled the club back out of my own field of vision and swung with everything I had, all energy going straight into my arms and sending the head off in an explosion of dust and grass. It landed in the pool with a small yet satisfying splash.

Golfing at home is quite relaxing when you imagine the ball as the head of your enemy. Really is, try it.

Fishy Hitman(Inspired by penguincaptain18's profile)

2008-07-04T15:59:34Z

“So let me get this right,” the fish said slowly, “What you want me to do is put on that backwards SCUBA suit and go out and kill this guy?”

“Well, technically it’s a SCAWBA , but yes. That’s pretty much what we want you to do,” the cat replied.

“SCAWBA?”

“Self Contained Above Water Breathing Apparatus, duh, you cold-blooded weirdo.” The fish gasped.

“You just did NOT !”

“I just DID ! Whatcha gonna do about it, fishy?”

“Not kill dude.”

“Oh…right… I’m sorry!! Really sorry!”

“Right then.” He suited up. “See you later, Felix.” The cat sighed heavily.

“My name is Wafer. You know that.”

“Well I had to get you back, didn’t I?”