Evil Editor's Blog, page 408

New Beginning 686

IF SHE HAD stopped to think about what she was getting into, Callie would have turned the job down flat.

She looked up at the island while the wallowing ferry that carried her and half-a-dozen other commuters docked at its weathered pier. Short, rough cliffs and jagged rock prevented docking anywhere but under the dead eyes of long-deserted watchtowers.

Both crew and passengers had hoods pulled up close to protect their faces from the lashing rain; Callie suppressed a shiver as she looked at th...

Cartoon 474

Caption: Mother (Re)produces

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Face-Lift 674

3. 10-year-old Angela doesn't believe college students collect little kids--until s...

Cartoon 473

Caption: Mother (Re)produces

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New Beginning 685

November 14, 9a.m.:

Fucking Faeries. They thought I wouldn't notice the hollow bit of dry skin, crinkling like an old plastic carrier bag, where our Monine used to be. They thought I wouldn't notice the soulless wheezing of this creature. They thought I wouldn't know where they'd taken her, know the old stories or their names; but Gran told me everything. They thought--

They thought I wouldn't come after them alone. I'm sure they were watching you, Niesh, waiting till you went away on business....

Cartoon 472

Caption: Whirlochre

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Writing Exercise

The 2nd Annual Talk Like a Pirate Writing Exercise

Early in the service your priest/minister/rabbi/whatever collapses with a heart attack. After his corpse is dragged onto the front lawn you realize that someone has to give the sermon, and why not you? And since it's International Talk Like a Pirate Day . . .

Write the sermon or the scene. 300 words max. Deadline Sunday, 10 AM eastern.

For tips on talking like a pirate try Google; for samples, check out 9/21/08 in the blog archives.

New Beginning 684

"That's not fair!"

Even as the words left her mouth, even before Professor Ted's eyebrows rose, Hope knew she sounded like a child. A particularly bratty one. She took a deep breath and did not look up at the wall over his shoulder, where the clock was ticking down the five minutes before the last bus left campus.

"What I mean," she said quickly, trying to sound more like the experienced woman of the world she was at 18. "Is this is worth at least a C. C minus."

Professor Ted cleared his throat ...

Cartoon 471

Caption: Anon.

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Book Chat Schedule

I've added four books to the schedule (link in sidebar), covering January through April of 2010. Three of the four authors are hoping to attend their chats.