Shirley Meier's Blog, page 96
November 20, 2009
155 - Going to the Lock
--- GRAPHIC WARNING --- some images will be very disturbing_________________________________________________ I was told to wash in the stream afterward and found out why Chevenga thought my baths were warm. My teeth chattered and Gannara rubbed me down hard to try and warm me up after. My stomach was still upset enough that it felt like a solid knot in my middle as I was bundled into a fresh
Published on November 20, 2009 21:01
November 19, 2009
154 - Your conditioning is abysmal
I could now run all the way around the clearing, do a set of push-ups and then run again without throwing up more than the once and as I did my warm-up circuits I could see a half dozen of the Mahid marking out the middle with cords and stakes. Amitzas supervised both the work and my progress and after I had done ten circuits he called me over. "It is necessary that you resume your
Published on November 19, 2009 15:29
November 18, 2009
Winner!
Chevenga is tied with Ilesias. Woo Hoo! Hey, Cheng don't play opposite kids or animals! WC Fields knew that... oh... you said that in your post about your poll. hmmm. Well, great minds think alike. He's still a baby so we'll see about writing more about him later...
Published on November 18, 2009 17:39
Author's Note
Hey guys, tomorrow's post will be put up tonight, just after midnight... but Friday's might be very late. I will be in court tomorrow -- to testify against the kid who hit our van -- who knows how long that will take. And I need to write the whole thing around that.Just to let everyone know.
Published on November 18, 2009 17:30
November 17, 2009
153 - I want to fly
Next morning, Gannara poked me gently in the side to wake me. "He's coming to roust you out of bed, Minis. I can hear him ordering the off shift guard." No need to ask who 'he' was. I sat up, and knuckled sleep out of my eyes. "Thanks, Gannara." He flashed a bit of a grin as he slid out of bed and I grabbed up a book from the stack. When 2nd Amitzas opened the door, Gannara was just
Published on November 17, 2009 22:21
152 - The Definition of Great
I had never put into written word that anyone else had seen, what I felt this passionately about. But I needed to write this to help me get my tutor on my side in my own – hostile – court. I told Gannara he could go to bed, and I was aware of his watching me from under the bulk of the feather quilt, while I sat down and wrote it, burning with the thought of everything that 2nd Amitzas was not,
Published on November 17, 2009 08:14
November 16, 2009
151 - Diligent, as always
"Yes," he said slowly and paused, but then he went on "As to grieving... it will be what it will be. But if this one may be so presumptuous, You Whose Smile Is the Sun's Light... he has paid." His nervousness at having been so honest was palpable. I refused to see it."True," I said. "I believe you are more correct than you know."The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them
Published on November 16, 2009 14:43
November 14, 2009
Author's Note
I just recorded a thirty second clip that is the lullaby Minis learned from Binshala and sang to Chevenga when he was so trashed in post 27. If you're interested in hearing it, contact me. Still working on the cd thing...
Published on November 14, 2009 17:43
November 13, 2009
150 - Grief is like Obedience
I leafed through the Pages, not looking at the red-ink printed pictures. They were as bloody as I expected and of course they would be. The piece I re-read was about how Kurkas died. Chevenga had dragged him into the Great Baths… and given him a chance to fight. A false hope for Fa… the old Imperator, given that he was so frightened of water and how comfortable Chevenga was there. I
Published on November 13, 2009 10:50
November 11, 2009
149 - Oyster Forks
The room stank and in my newly opened eyes the walls shimmered with my breathing. I had lived a life of utmost luxury, paid for with sweating terror of my father. Now I would live a life of deprivation, paid for with the same coin. 2nd Amitzas pulled me onto my feet in the stinking room, made me drink and, finally, connecting the two of us further, torturer and victim, poured the buckets of
Published on November 11, 2009 21:21