Monday, January 3, 2005

Hope New Years Day has treated y'all well
Only three days 'til Christmas is over (Christmas ends on Twelth Night, January 6th). Epiphany has come and gone with all the glory which that entails.

New Years Day was spent eating, drinking, and enjoying the company of friends. Such a feast! More food is made for this occasion than even Thanksgiving. Gotta love them collards and black eyed peas and hoppin' Johns and ham and *eyes glaze over in memory and continues on listing*

Was a little (just a Wee bit) dissappointed with the fact that I was unable to go to Congaree Swamp and hike as I was planning on. *sigh* Oh well, so much for planning things, aye?

And now, for reasons beyong my control I am finding myself a wee bit irrate. Time for story time!

Warning: the following passage consists of pretty much nothing but violence.

She had always been taught not to get angry. To breath deeply and think clearly in any situation that could cause anger to arise. Remaining level headed allowed her to get out of potentially dangerous situations and to maintain a certain amount of respect amongst her peers and elders. Not today.

"What," she asked in her normal cool and off handed voice, "was that suppose to mean?"

The boy across from her smirked. "You know exactly what it means."

A cloud moved in to obscure the sun. The shadows deepened ever so slightly in the alley way. The dirt from the bricks glistened wetly in the flickering wet.

She came through the alley because it was a short cut to the woods beyond the city. Relatively safe, it held only a garbage bin and located next to the busy main street, she never felt a need to fear walking through the puddles while carrying pepper spray (her own concoction made from water, hair spray, and ground pepper seeds).

After spending a day walking about with a gloomy cloud of depression over her head, the last thing she need was this scum nosed boy taunting her about her unorthadox taste in lovers.

Keeping the cool expression on her face she slammed her fist into the boy's cheek. The boy staggered back in shock. Not waiting for him to recover from surprise, she shoved her knee into his gut.

The boy doubled over in pain as her hand snaked out and closed around his throat. She had misjudged her aim slighty, and instead of having her hand entirely around his throat she found that her thumb was pressed tightly against his Adam's apple.

"Try to pull my hand away," she hissed, "and I guarantee that your wind pipe will come away with it."

The boy looked at her with wide eyes. "Ygrsih," he gurgled.

She walked him to the end of the alley and pressed him against the grimy wall. Without loosening her grip in the least she leened forward until her nose was almost touching his.

"Now," she murmured, her lips brushing his, "I suggest you keep your comments on my tastes in men to yourself."

Savagely she pressed her mouth to his. Stunned, the boy opened his mouth in a gasp. Without a moments hesitation, she viciously bit his lip 'til she tasted blood.

He let loose a sharp cry of pain and gazed in horror at the crystal glaze in her eyes. "And I suggest you tell your friends not to mention anything either," she murmured.

Licking the trickle of blood from his chin, she tightened her grip slightly and kneed him in the gut again.

The boy collasped, sputtering, to her knees as she turned and headed to the woods, savoring the metallic taste lingering on her tongue.
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