ooh!!! I have an idea! but i am still creeped out a tad!

And you think I'm confusing!!! OKay......we have Myles, we have Sue, we have a reinactment of some sort going on, and Jack is ????? we aren't allowed to use that word around here, are we??? So she's in the future???

Guess you'll just have to give us more so we can figure it all out!!!

Jill

This is sheer torture, Marlo! ... Okay, good torture.

Katinka

Okay, obviously Sue hit her head on the mirror back at the house and this is all just some type of weird dream sequence she's stuck in. Perhaps if Jack were to pop by and kiss her awake.......

Webgoof......I think a toe tapping smilie would be appropriate for this!

Marlo.........please come back!

Will this do?

Ooh, yes I like that idea.

What's with the snippets Marlo?

This is not what I need to be reading before heading to bed. Now I'm quite depressed thinking about what has befallen dear Jack.

Is there some reason this is a history lesson? Or are we just sent back to a time where Jack isn't um, . . .you know, . . .um. . . Ooooohh! I just can't stand the thought!

Myles didn't comment when she said she didn't have any other garments than that nightgown. Instead, he took her to another tent. There she was given a pair of Capri pants, a t-shirt and a pair of sandals. She absentmindedly slid the small heart she was clinging onto in her front pocket, and waited for him. A few minutes later he re-emerged after a change of clothes.

She wondered why he didn't remove his make-up before leaving. She wouldn't reveal to him that it fooled her into thinking he was disfigured. She imagined that knights and soldiers of the past often bore the marks of their victories.

Soon they were in the parking lot, and she noticed the huge fabric sign hanging between two posts, along with different flags.

THE S.C.A. WELCOMES YOU
STORVIK NOVICE AND UNBELT TOURNEY
JULY 8 -10, 2006

She froze, staring intently at the dates. She was missing five months. Myles tapping her shoulder startled her. She pointed to the sign.

“S.C.A. stands for Society of Creative Anachronism”, he explained, mistaking her reaction. “It's an historical educational organization which encourages members to live and experience the Middle Ages, a medieval recreation group if you prefer”, leading her towards his car. “The S.C.A. divides the world into kingdoms, which then get further divided into Baronies and Shires. I am the Baron of …”

She zoned out of the conversation. Everything around her screamed summer days. But it couldn't be? Would Myles think she was deranged if she told him the truth? And what was that tragedy he hinted at? How was she supposed to question him about it, without revealing more?

She flinched at the gentle pressure on her arm. They were stopped at a red light, and concern was obvious in Myles' eyes.

“Sorry, Myles …I didn't mean to ignore you.”

“I cannot be that boring, can I?” retracting his hand and placing in on the steering wheel. “You were a world away, Sue.” She smiled, thinking it was an understatement. “I know a little café, not too far.” She nodded before returning to her musing. She needed to breech the subject of the tragedy.

The café was busy, and the table they were given didn't offer much privacy. She wasn't skilled enough to lead the conversation towards the last five months. Myles easily deflected her inquiries, his reluctance to dwell on the past very apparent to her. But she managed to glean an important piece of information. Whatever happened …happened on Valentine day. After lunch he offered to drive her back to her hotel, making her believe she didn't live in DC anymore.

“Thank you, Myles, but I think I will just walk for a while …enjoy the fresh air.” He didn't insist, her simple presence a bittersweet reminder of the disastrous day.

“Do you have money? Do you need money?” taking his wallet out. He noted she had no purse. She was about to refuse but she reconsidered. It could come handy.

“I promise to pay you back.”

“I know you will”, nodding. “Sue”, holding her elbow before she left. “I don't know what kind of trouble you're in”, since she avoided his questions as well. “Just promise me you'll be careful.” She nodded. “Take care”, and she watched him walk away, slightly hunched.

This is so creative! Confusing still, but very creative! Looking forward to more!

This is so sad.............so .......sad.


Somehow I have a feeling it's going to get worse before it gets better.


Make it better soon!

Jill

I can only say that I am truly confused.

how come myles knows sue..............

What was happened 5 months ago...? Is Jack alive? Where she was during this 5 months?!?!?

I am confused!!!!! But I am impatiently waiting for more!!!!


Restie

I feel as lost as Sue and I think that is exactly how you want me to feel, isn't it Marlene? Great job building suspense. I am very scared about Valentine's Day five months ago. Can Sue stop something bad from happening to Jack?

Need mooooooooooooooooore!

Why do I have this dreadful feeling that Myles is NOT wearing makeup?

Poor Sue, Myles made it almost seem like she was in danger somehow...

I'm in awe of your imagination and writing talent!

What a story...

Please, please post soon.


gracie

Sue wandered aimlessly. When someone bumped into her, she automatically excused herself after lifting her head towards the stranger. She glanced around, and was surprised to find herself in front of the library. Did her subconscious instinctively guide her here? On the other hand, it might provide some answers.

She reviewed every newspaper article for the week of February 14th, growing paler and weaker as she read.

She vaguely remembered the librarian asking her if she needed assistance. She had no recollection of coming down the long set of stairs to the street, or ending up on a bench in a park. The haze was filling her mind, clouding her heart …the written words ripping her soul apart.

By the account she gathered the team was doing surveillance on an abandoned warehouse on the early morning of Feb 14th. When activity was reported inside, Jack, Bobby and Myles moved in. Moments later the warehouse exploded. Two agents were killed instantly, and a third was seriously injured. One article even contained a hospital picture of Myles, his face completely bandaged, except for two slits through which he stared into nothingness.

Her stomach lurched. She bent over, the pain reverberating in her entire body. Tears fell down her cheeks, mixing with the dust from the field, smearing her face. Was Jack really gone? Did she suffer from amnesia? Shouldn't she remember something …anything of the last five months? Wasn't it more plausible than travelling through time? She was losing her mind, but she didn't care. She loved him. And while she was at Tara's aunt …he died.

Sue, honey, it's time to wake up. Wake up Sue! Wake up! <KB2 starts shaking the slumbering blond with all her might.> Sue! Sue?...sue....

Huh? What? No. Uh uh. Myles is all hunched and disfigured, Jack is (gasp) dead, Bobby is dead (and as if that isn't bad enough I can't find the crying smile)

You're a wonderful writer and I love your stories and you are fantastic and I (usually) trust you to put things right and bring on the fuzzies (even though you can be a little sneaky) but Marlo, Marlo you gotta fix this, like now......

Did you post yet?

Did you post yet?

Did you post yet?

Did you post yet?




How bout now?

ACK!!!!

omg ........marlo get back here ..............is jack really dead .........



what happened to jack and bobby if two agents died that means also bobby died please i don't want anyone to die ........so sue please WAKE UP

WHOO HOO You started a new story

<-- me while reading it

<-- me while reading the last post

--> MORE

What is going on here?? Sue is dreaming, right???

Marlène come back here asap...I don't have too many tissues left and I'm not in the mood to go to the store to get some more, so the only solution is for you to write something that'll cheer me up "

Okay so it appears I wasn't as confused as I thought I was or maybe then again I am who knows?

I think there will be a twist in the tale though to make it alright somehow.

Please save Jack (and Bobby too)

But ... but ... Bobby, too?

Katinka

Perhaps the mirror gave Sue a glance into her future if she didn't tell her true love what she felt. Maybe she'll get the opportunity to go back and save them, won't she?

::fingers crossed::

I'll be waiting for your next installment.

Take care,

Sairs

Okay, Sue - time to buck up! Find that mirror, step back through it - and get to Jack, Bobby, and Myles before it's too late!


HURRY!

I'm going to have to go into the same mantra that I used on Kav's story.

"I trust Marlene. Marlene is good. She wants Jack and Sue happy."

I'll keep repeating that as I read. Maybe you should print it and hang it on your monitor while your writing.

Sue, I think it's time that you find that mirror now and go back to Aunt Gert's home!

This is just too sad Marlo!!

Soo will Sue have to go back in time and stop the future from happening??

I sure hope she gets there in time

Marlo, I have been gone all day. I had to travel through , through , and to go to a meeting two hours away - and then back again. You've had MORE than enough time to post again. Pffffft!


(Okay - I just had to travel through rain - but I was enjoying the smilies. )


Might we get another post tonight? I'm in dire need of more information.

This does not sound good........

I love that mantra ... keep repeating with, preferably with a bowl of chocolate ice cream, and everything will be just fine ... eventually.

So, guys, I had to work elections today. And Flip ... I love the smilies ... especially this one

I will post very shortly ... just need time to finish editing

The rain pounding on her woke her up. She was lying on a bench, completely drenched. Dazed, she dragged herself to the nearest street. A cab was parked at the corner. She hopped in, unconsciously giving him her old address.

“It's across town, Lady”, the driver told her while looking at her in the mirror. “Show me the money first.”

Sue dug in her pockets, her fingers closing on the crumpled piece of paper. She carefully unfolded the red heart. She couldn't have kept that for five months, could she?

“Maryland … Drive me to Maryland”, she impulsively demanded. The cab driver dubiously stared at her. “I have money”, showing him the stack. Myles had been more than generous. “I need to go to Maryland …please.” She looked so miserable he took pity on her.

“Okay, lady. Better make yourself comfortable. It's gonna be a long ride”, warned the driver, accelerating into the night.

MARLO!!!! That is -SO- not right!!!!! Tina is dosing us with enough agnst to put zoloft's makers above WalMart's profits, and you are starting up?!


I am going to go see my stockbroker.........



uh..wait...I dont have a stockbroker!

Going to Maryland is good, right???? I think so......I hope so!!!

Jill

OK, I trust you Marlo more than any other author on this site, but I have to say....I'm more than a bit confused! I'm sure you will find a why to lead us to the light of understanding!

I am glad that you brought us back to the present day (well kinda)! I've never really been one for period pieces. At least not STFBEYE ones.

Can't wait to read (and understand) more!! As always...you imagination amazes me!

Okay! That mantra is going through my head like whirlwind right now! I hope Sue knows what she's doing!

Keeping my fingers crossed!

No, Jack couldn't be dead...

Sue come back to Tara's aunt house and go to the mirror again... you have to travel by time again and change the past!!!!!


I am with you


Restie

I think they should be in Maryland now...it has been a very long wait.....uhm drive already

“Are you sure you want me to drop you here?” During the entire trip the woman had remained silent. He could tell she cried, probably over some jerk, the cabbie thought. He was reluctant to let her leave the safety of the cab in a strange neighbourhood. He was stopped in front of an old house with a FOR SALE on the neglected lawn. “Maybe I could drive you to a hotel, and you could come back during daytime”, he suggested, but she was gazing outside, missing his plea.

“Thank you”, paying the fare and giving him a large tip, before exiting the vehicle.

She rang and knocked to no avail. No one was home, and the door was locked. Did Tara's great aunt pass away? It wasn't relevant, nothing was …except for a very special mirror. Peeking through the window she saw the same furniture in the living room than during her visit. It somewhat lifted her spirits.

She didn't know how to pick a lock. Where was Bobby when she needed him? She pushed the thought away. It couldn't be true, she refused to believe it was true. She walked to the back door to lower her chances of being caught breaking and entering. Bricks bordered the garden of the old lady. She picked one and threw it. The window shattered, and an alarm instantly resonated inside the house …not that she could hear it.

The sharp pain travelled through every nerve of her body. She instinctively closed her hand, warm blood trickling between her fingers. She suspected a nasty cut, not that she had time to fret about it right now. Later, she would take care of it. She removed the last pieces of glass before climbing through the window, leaving bloody fingerprints behind.

She ran to the formal living room where she last saw the Valentine mirror …It wasn't there.

+++++

The 911 operator took the call.

“Someone broke into Gertie's house”, an old lady claimed. “I can hear the awful alarm and I see lights inside.”

“Where does Gertie live?”

“Well, she doesn't live there anymore, she's dead, you see, but her house …”

“Ma'am”, interrupting her. “What's the address, please?”

I know it will sound magical... but maybe her blood can help her to travel in time... because the legend says you can use the mirror only in Valentine Day... of course if she will find the mirror...

Go Sue and find the mirror!!!!!





Restie

I'm still confuzzled here...

Where is the mirror??

What is going on??

I'm having the same thoughts ......

Ouch.

The mirror didn't go with her when she ended up in the field. Hm....

So does Tara have the mirror????

How about Lucy?


Or did Gertie take it with her when she moved?

So many questions! Guess you'd better get back her and answer them.

BTW.....not a short story, is it?

So, so confused. Still.

Katinka

i think sue is in big trouble if she does get out of there............... we are waiting

I'm totally confused...I never before had so many questions...altough right now, a strong sense of sadness is really overwhelming...
what went wrong??

Tara must have the mirror!