Random Wednesday: Why I Write

Wisconsin has the best cheese.

Really, they do. I know because I lived there after college and every bar that is conveniently located on every corner of every block in every commercial area serves food covered, slathered, or stuffed with the good stuff along with serving the good stuff itself.

Dear Wisconsin Bar Cheese Curds,
I miss you.
Yours always,
Jessica

And it was this move to Wisconsin to start my love affair with cheese curds that I began writing.

To back up a bit, I always enjoyed writing. Unfortunately I was the younger sister and my introverted – no – downright antisocial sister also liked to write. She was older and just by chance of normal child development, she was the better writer. I know parents don’t try to label kids but they do – she was the writer, the artist, the musician if she had ever continued to learn piano. I was the tomboy who was talented in neighborhood shenanigans.

Therefore I never really “picked up” writing because it wasn’t my thing, it was respectfully hers, and I wasn’t the sister who was going to interfere.

That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy writing. I excelled with school reports and research papers. Often I would get those awesome little notes back from my teachers and professors, “Wonderful Job!” It was fun. Writing was not something I shied away from in an education setting, just in a personal creative one.

Until I moved to Wisconsin.

At this point in my life my family was broken up in different states. I had a sister here, a sister there, and a mom – over here. My mom requested we start an email “newsletter” and write to each other to share news and happenings of our respective lives and locations. It never really panned out overall but once in a while an email was sent.

This is when I started to get feedback on my more creative writing.

I didn’t really care to write, “I went to my new dentist today.” But instead would try to make it interesting. “Dr. George Clooney looked at me with his bright blue eyes and asked how I was doing today. I said I was ‘fine’ but really, I couldn’t wait for him to put his latex hands all over my mouth.”

From here my family and my husband asked me why I don’t write more. My emails were funny, well written, and entertaining. I was encouraged at this point to start a blog but at the time I didn’t really understand what the purpose of blogging was. I would either copy and paste the emails I wrote to my family or write other real life happenings in a quirky way. I picked up a few books, tried to teach myself about writing, and just experimented in general.

I would give up often. No one was really reading the blog and at that point I didn’t care to maintain it so months, at one point years, would go by without a post. Outside of the blog I would work on a story, leave it, come back later, have a read through and think it was terrible. I would edit, edit, edit some more, and edit again before ditching the idea all together.

The difference was support.

Motivation was as simple as my husband saying to me, “like your writing and I think you should keep going.” Even recently as I am participating in a short story competition and working on my next work in progress as part of a writers group NANO he said, “You are so much happier when you are writing.”

I am happier when I’m writing and I regret I didn’t start sooner. I have my husband, I have my friends, and I have a writers group which all share a common goal. Appreciation for the written word and a good story. Having all these positive influences around me to support my form of art make me happy.

This is why I write.

Bronwyn Green

Paige Prince

Kris Norris

Kellie St. James

Gwendolyn Cease

 

 

 

Nostalgic Notes: Songs

New thing this year that I’m completely on board for are nostalgic posts. Every once in a while I catch posts online such as “You know you’re a 90’s kid when” and the pictures accompanying them are hilariously embarrassing.

For this post we are focusing on songs. Convenient since the Grammy’s were last weekend. I will be the first to admit, I don’t pay much attention to music and probably knew less than half of the artists at the Grammy’s. This might be a good time to reflect back to the artists I do know:

Let’s start with Woodstock ’94

I was too young (by several years) to go to Woodstock and I was jealous. Very jealous. Especially because one of my favorite bands of the time, Green Day, was performing and their set looked like a lot of fun:

 

The highlight of their performance was the mud fight:

 

Eventually I was old enough and able to go to my first concert which was at our county fair. I bought a $5 glow stick to remember the experience by. My boyfriend at the time gave me grief, “Really, Jess? A glow stick?” to which I answered, “Yes. I bought a glow stick and the guy I bought it from was Australian which was really awesome. I will always cherish this glow stick. Truly, madly, deeply.”

Undisclosed amount of years later…I still have the glow stick.

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Now, this post could go on forever. How I can ace the dance moves from Janet Jackson’s – Control video on Dance Central or serenade your pants off by singing you any Boy’s II Men. I also owned the movie Spice World with the Spice Girls. It as a gift but you know, I’m not going to knock it because…Spice Girls. Also, my husband learned that alcohol and the musical movie Little Shop of Horrors with Rick Moranis is a deadly combination because I know all the words to all the songs. But as I go through my mental archive of music I can only think of one random song that makes me really happy because the music is so lively and ever so 90’s. I end this post with Republica…

 

Visit the other ladies with their most nostalgic songs!

Bronwyn Green

Kris Norris

Kellie St. James

Paige Prince

 

Song Flash Fiction: Try

This was a requested post. I had confessed how I was unsure what to write for this song for multiple reasons.

Reason #1: I’m not a romance author and 90% of songs are about love in some shape or form. The song for today is Try by Backstreet Boys. It’s a song about trying to work things out. DUMP THE DOUCHE! I dare say. Go out to the club and, I don’t know, do the stanky leg. (Edit: That’s not a spelling error. Google is your friend.)

Reason #2: N’sync was better.

With these reasons in mind, I wasn’t sure what I was going to write when an idea struck, “When all else fails – throw in an Avenger.” The motion was quickly accepted and approved with a 3-0 vote.

Either the idea is brilliant or I need more friends.

I had done this once before as noted here with Thor. “There is an entire team of characters to choose from. Pick a person and write another story!”

:sticks hand in fish bowl:
:pulls out folded paper:

The tribute for the 2nd Annual Song Flash Fiction Avenger is….:unfolds paper:

IRON MAN!

Before I make some attempt for a flash fiction story staring Iron Man prompted by the song Try by Backstreet Boys (I had to type this out fully because I am struggling to allow this idea I agreed upon to sink in) feel free, and I strongly encourage you to, visit the other writers participating in today’s prompt:

Kris Norris

Bronwyn Green

Kelly St. James

——————-

Pepper stands at the entrance of the workshop when she decides to take a moment and close her eyes for a few deep, controlled breaths. Her feet are sore as her heels have started pinching her toes from all the walking she has done today. As well, her scalp aches from the her tight pony tail, hair screaming to be released and let down. But this is what they agreed upon. Valentine’s day was suppose to be a dinner at home, Tony was suppose to cook. He was far from great at it but Pepper really didn’t mind. But a few Stark Industry emergencies that included both putting out fires figuratively and literally kept their plans from coming to fruition. Now, the day after Valentine’s, Pepper stands at Tony’s work shop with paint swatches in her hand waiting for Tony to stop tinkering long enough to notice her.

She clears her throat and straightens her back. Tony continues to tinker.

“Tony.”

Tony rolls his chair away from his work bench and looks up. “Hi, beautiful.”

“You need to pick out the paint color you want for the new offices. You were suppose to have this done already. They are coming tomorrow to start the repair and remodel.”

“Repair?”

“Yes.”

Tony frowns. “For what?”

“The hole in the wall.”

“Who did that?”

Pepper sucks in a breath. “You did.”

“Oh.”

“Yup.”

Tony picks up a wrench and wipes grease from it with a shop cloth, avoiding Pepper’s gaze. “Well, I’m sure whatever color paint you want will be just fine.”

“I did pick a color.”

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“After you blasted a hole in the wall on accident you said, and I quote, ‘I never liked this color anyways.'”

“Oh…”

“Yup.” Pepper walks over to Tony and hands him the paint swatches. “Now you pick the color and quickly please. Remember, we have plans tonight.”

Tony places the swatch book on his work station and stands up, placing a hand on Pepper’s arm. “Listen, why don’t we just call it for the day, put work aside and celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

Pepper doesn’t soften her stance. “Celebrate the Valentine’s Day we missed after work today?”

“Yes.”

“That was already the plan.”

“Oh. Well, I have a new project I’m working on. I think you’ll like it.” Tony picks up a remote from his work station and presses a button. The lights dim and music starts playing.

I need a little love like I never needed love before (wanna make love to ya baby)

Tony dances and mouths the lyrics but Pepper is unmoved. Pulling her arm in an attempt to make her dance she only adjusts her stance but her eyes become focused on something in the distance as she falls into deep thought.

Because tonight, is the night, when two become one

“Is this…is this the Spice Girls?” Pepper asks. “Well, Valentine’s Day was yesterday so do they have a song with the lyrics, ‘yesterday was the night two become one’?

Tony gives a side smirk and presses another button.

I want to sex you up! All night…

“Color Me Bad and nope. Please tell me you’ve been doing more productive things with your time today. Then making a mixed tape.”

“It’s so much more than a mixed tape.”

I swear, by the moon and the stars in the sky. 

“All 4 One? Honestly.” Pepper takes the remote out of Tony’s hand, picks the swatch book up and presses it to his chest. She turns and begins for the workshop door.

Tony picks up the remote once more. The volume suddenly increases as a new song comes on.

Try baby try, give me a moment of your time.

Pepper calls back. “Talk to me after you pick a color and that one is Backstreet Boys!”

Tony sits in his chair and whispers to himself, “Damn, she’s good.”

 

 

 

 

Random Wednesday: Doctor Who and Miss Sprinkles – The Finale

A friend of mine informed me he mistyped the book Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy and instead typed Tinker, Taylor, Soldier, Spy in a discussion he was having. We laughed, we cried, we discussed Taylor Swift, the Cold War, and how she wouldn’t fair very well because she would have only been two years old when it had resolved.

It gave me both an idea and posed a question: Will there be more after Doctor Who and Titty Sprinkles concludes? If so, what’s next?

While the idea of writing another serial of quirkiness, even if it involved Taylor Swift and eastern Europe espionage, sounds appealing, I’m going to have to temporary throw in the towel until the next time I say something stupid on Twitter.

That shouldn’t take long.

But if there is something you want to see, feel free to contact me. This all was started by my Angel muse Jim whispering in my ear, “Write something with Doctor Who” and the Devil muse named Karl in the other, “Yeah, I like that idea….add a character named Titty Sprinkles.”

I couldn’t play favorites and it worked out best that way.

Today’s post is the EPIC CONCLUSION to Doctor Who, Titty Sprinkles, a guy named Tom, and Creeps. Our posts are always themed and today is scheduled as a Promptly Penned flash fiction post which must include (or some reference, variation to): “This is where you make up some stupid excuse to leave early and stop returning my calls.” He leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

To get up to speed on guy with a bowtie and sugar tits: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.

If you want to make less questionable decisions in your life and read something with a little more class, click below:

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Jessica Jarman

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Kellie St. James

Paige Prince

 

Part 5: The Conclusion

The Doctor pulls out his sonic screw driver and quickly scans what was Tom. He reads the results from the scan and pockets his screw driver quietly but cautiously.

“Quite…curious…”

For the first time throughout the night, Miss Sprinkles hears the Doctors voice hold a hint of fear rather than the usual confidence. Even the air of adventure in his movements have been replaced and he stands more still than the trees surrounding them.

Tom’s body takes a step back on the pier and Miss Sprinkles looks at the The Doctor but his eyes are glued to the glowing lights under Tom’s hooded sweatshirt. Her skin feels damp and cold, a breeze was coming off the lake and cooling the sweat on her body. Even as she shivers the air carries the smell of fresh pine mixed with algae from the lake and she feels a sense of calm. If this was the end, at least it was here, with the fresh air and the rising morning sun.

Miss Sprinkles felt the cords, warm and smooth wrap around her. The electric current coursing through made her hair cling to her face with static. “Doctor.” She said calmly.

“Sprinkles!” The Doctor turns and faces her, his eyes wide. He takes a step toward her and pauses as he looks around her.

She already knew, she could sense them. Creeps had cornered them and escape was impossible. Miss Sprinkles closed her eyes and felt the warm embrace of the cords and wires. They were relaxing, soothing.  But the smell of warm plastic and the high pitched hum of electronics kept her from falling further. She opens her eyes and once more, catches Tom’s body taking another step away from The Doctor and down the pier.

“She is lost, Doctor.” The voice from Tom wasn’t far from the Tom she knew but different, without life but, raw and mechanical. After he spoke Creeps echo’d, “She is lost, Doctor.” And the voice coming over the radios and TV’s were clearly Tom.

Without explanation to why, hearing Tom’s voice gave her hope.

“Why do you need human bodies?”

Again Tom answered and the Creeps echoed. “We need hearts.”

“The current. Like a battery.” The Doctor mutters to himself and then addressed Tom’s Body. “It won’t work! The body still needs energy for the heart to create an electric pulse.  You still have to keep the human alive!”

Curious statement. Almost makes it sound like you are not human. Miss Sprinkles thought.

“Curious statement. Almost makes it sound like you are not human.” It was her voice, but not from her mouth, from the TV’s and radios on top of the Creeps shoulders. The Doctor turns around quickly, his coat whipping around him, while behind from the pier, Tom continues to take a step back.

Miss Sprinkles puts her hand up to see them. She is entangled in the creep, but parts of her skin are still visible along with the fingers on her hands. Touching her mouth she feels her face is still free but not without accidentally causing a painful static shock when she touches the skin of her lips.

“Ow! Goddammit.” Swears Miss Sprinkles but to both her and The Doctors surprise, it’s only her voice.

“You’re not fully integrated!”

No shit, she thinks to herself, the Creeps repeat, “No shit.” Then she says aloud too frustrated to care, “I could have told you that.”

The Doctor quickly pulls out his sonic screw driver and scans her.

“Why aren’t they going after you?”

The Doctor smiles broadly and pounds his chest. “Two hearts, wrong size battery.”

A warm sensation flows over Miss Sprinkles like a wave and she begins to feel dizzy. “What kind of Creep is attached to me?”

“A microwave as it would appear. Which is interesting. Not just for the fact that it’s…well…a microwave attached to you but because it’s on its own. I don’t see more. Why are there no more microwaves?” The Doctor scans behind her. “A house only needs one, well, a house could use more than one given the size. A flat definitely only needs one but an invasion of Creeps through a fissure of space, there should be more than one. Unless of course, and this could be it. Might be it. Not completely sure but a strong hypothesis, this isn’t a full invasion. This is a test.”

Again, Tom’s body takes another step back.

“I feel warm. Do you think Tom feels like I feel?” Miss Sprinkle feels the wires starting to close in around her face tighter. Like a warm blanket being laid over her body, she feels comfortable, relaxed, and is fighting to stay in focus and not fall asleep.

The Doctor reaches toward her and then pulls back before getting too close to the Creep holding her. His eyes met hers and they hold a sense of concern but also look kind. “I’ll find a way to get you out of this. They won’t kill you.”

Her eyes close and she feels at ease. Comfortable. Her heart stopped racing and the stitch in her side along with her scratched feet no longer ache. Tom’s alive. He keeps stepping back toward the end of the pier. The water. HE IS TRYING TO JUMP IN THE WATER! 

Miss Spinkles mind wakes and she begins to thrash, pulling weakly at the cords around her body. She tries to pull the cords from her face to see and to yell at The Doctor. She feels a breath of cold air, the Creep has loosened his hold slightly. TOM IS ALIVE! THE WATER! 

“TOM IS ALIVE! THE WATER!” The Creeps repeat through their radios and TV’s.

From the pier Tom’s eyes flash and emerging from his mouth are sounds not unlike the buttons of a microwave. Creeps come at The Doctor from every angle but swiftly he moves toward the pier. With one long reach he grabs Tom’s shirt and pulls him off the pier and into the water. The crash is deafening as radios and TV’s fall from the wire shoulders of Creeps in one single moment. Miss Sprinkles loosens herself from her bonds and see’s the mess of cords, broken glass, and bent metal. The microwave Creep is still alive and attempts to bind her again but Miss Sprinkles is quicker. She wraps her hands around the cords of the Creep’s body and pulls hard, running toward the pier to jump in the lake, dragging the Creep with her.

She surfaces and is met with a big splash from The Doctor, “Wonderful! This is wonderful! Water is a bit cold for my taste but splendid work you two!”

Tom treads water near The Doctor and clumsily removes his sweatshirt. Cords around his face have gone loose and he looks relieved and uninjured as he pulls the now loose wires away from his body.

“TOM!” Miss Sprinkles swims over and hugs him but he hesitates.

“Is there more? What do we do if there is more? Are they coming from us? We should run or hide? Maybe we should get a boat and stay out here where they can’t get to us. But what if I am still one? Does that mean water can’t stop all of them?” Tom’s voice shakes and Miss Sprinkles can tell it isn’t just from the lake.

“Smart man! Good point. We should check out that fissure. Perhaps that would be a good idea. We’re going to need mirrors.” The Doctor uses his sonic screw driver to scan Tom and Miss Sprinkles. “And you both are completely back to normal. The microwaves are the controllers, the rest are just drones. If you should come across a microwave, disable it quickly. I can say from first hand experience, water is a fantastic method. But quickly now, we must get to the fissure!”

Tom is a far better navigator than Miss Sprinkles or The Doctor and with his help, they find themselves at the club quickly. The fissure beyond seems much smaller than Miss Sprinkles remembered it before as the morning sun creates a glow that drowns the fissure’s illumination.

The Doctor runs into the club and grabs mirrors they had gathered earlier in the night from a pile laying on the stage. Outside, with mirrors in hand, The Doctor instructs them to reflect the light coming out of the fissure back into the fissure but to resist looking directly at it as the bright light could cause injury.

“Hold steady!” The Doctor advised while Miss Sprinkles looked at the ground to get an idea of where to align her mirror and then, she closed her eyes and waited.

It was quick. Far quicker than Miss Sprinkles expected and before she knew it, she was standing soaking wet and shoeless holding a hand mirror inscribed with Property of Big Twerking Ash on the back.

“Is it over?” She asks.

“Yes it is. There is a bit of a mess with Creep parts but the fissure is closed.” The Doctor flips the piece of broken vanity mirror he is holding round to look at himself. He runs his hand through his wet hair, giving it a little ruffle.

“Good. Because I’m so done with today.” With a toss of her mirror, Miss Sprinkles holds herself from the cold morning air and walks toward the club.

Tom sighs heavily, “This is where you leave early.”

“What?” Miss Sprinkles looks to Tom.

“This is what you do every night. Make some excuse to leave early and you disappear. Never returning any phone calls or texts. Tonight was crazy and you saved my life. How can you just leave?”

Miss Sprinkles thinks for a moment. “I….I don’t know. I don’t know what to make of what happened. I’m cold and still a bit afraid myself, too. I just want to get my mind off of all of this.”

“I know just the place! It’s both warm AND will get your mind off things. Follow me!” The Doctor walks with determination past Tom and Miss Sprinkles into the TARDIS still standing just outside of the club.

“Come on.” Miss Sprinkles grabs Tom by the arm.

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t know, don’t care, not sure I entirely understand but I’m done with trying to figure things out so I’m following that guy. You?”

Tom follows Miss Sprinkles toward the TARDIS but stops short once she opens the door and he peaks inside. “It’s bigger on the…”

“YES IT IS!” The Doctor presses buttons on the console and pulls a lever. “Come on in Tom my boy! The fun is just beginning!”

 

 

Random Wednesday: My Ideal Date

 

Dates
I’m aware this is completely on the nose to the point of “dad joke” level.

I asked my husband, “I have to write a post about my idea date. What is an ideal date?”

“Sleeping in, getting up when you want to, eating what you want to, doing what you want to.” His perfect date sounds an awful lot like retirement.

Let me tell you what a person in my situation does for a date…

To give a babysitter what they deserve is very expensive. We’ve maybe used a babysitter twice. Unfortunately for us we do not have a surplus of family in our area so the dump and run isn’t an option. We’re pretty much on our own in this regard. Daycare however, is tuition based since we go to a child development center style daycare. This is what we call “free” babysitting. We’re paying for daycare anyways so why not take a vacation day from work and have a day date!

On our date dates we drop the kids off and then rush out to get a sit down breakfast where we eat too much food.

Every damn time.

I want to meet the person who can say “no” to a warm up of coffee and a side of icing covered sugar bread. If you don’t know what sugar bread is then we need to have a further discussion about all that is holy and unhealthy as fuck.

From there it’s a whatever-we-feel-like. Movies usually top the list because if there is a movie we want to see in the theater, this is the only chance we get to go. Though last year we went Christmas shopping on one of our day dates. We had a blast and completed almost everyone on our list in one day. It was awesome.

If money is no issue…Ruth’s Chris. We will eat ourselves stupid on steak. But that is usually reserved for anniversaries and in the ten plus years we’ve been together, we’ve only gone three times.

Prior to kids, we took one vacation together and it was a “now or never moment” and we went to Maui.

Sad to say during our visit there were no shark attacks though if there is a shark attack it’s almost always in Maui and near a beach we frequented.

Our entire trip consisted of the conversation, “Beach or pool today?” and I would love to have a date like that again. Feeling free of obligations, no need to keep an eye on the clock or keep a schedule plus, beaches and warm weather. But we ran the numbers, figured out the logistics, analyzed a few theories and…We figure it might be another ten years before we take a vacation or have an opportunity for a really extravagant date. Until then, who knows. Maybe the next day date we take we’ll check out the new Trader Joe’s.

OH and let’s not forget the home dates! Last night we smuggled some of my daughters left over birthday cupcakes after she went to bed, played Skip-bo, and watched The Grand Budapest Hotel. We only played one game, the baby woke up twice, and we made it about 75% through the move.

It’s hard being a badass like me.

And to the other badasses out there…

Bronwyn Green

Kris Norris

Paige Prince

Gwendolyn Cease

 

 

 

Flash Fiction: Doctor Who and Miss Sprinkles plus Dude on Pier

Monday photo flash fiction – dude on pier, and I have to figure out how to incorporate this into my Doctor Who nonsense but I’ll come up with something. For now here is Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and below is Part 4. As always, if Tits isn’t doing it for you feel free to check out the other ladies.

Bronwyn Green

Kris Norris

Paige Prince

Gwendolyn Cease

Jessica Jarman

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Part 4:

Titty Sprinkles runs on her bear toes to avoid the cold and sharp landscape of the forest floor. She can still feel the rabbit ear antenna on her head catching the branches above her. The mirror had broken when she threw it at the Creeps in a panic and kicking off her shoes at the moment she took a step on the soft earth and felt a heel stick. The Doctor had been behind her but with a second loud crash he had thrown his mirror too and ran not to her but, past her.

“Quickly darling!” Was all The Doctor said and then he was off through the trees.

Miss Sprinkles could feel her heart beat getting caught in her throat and didn’t think she could run much further, a stitch in her side came on suddenly and was beginning to cut deep. “Doctor.” The call was too quiet and breathless, she heaved with all the energy she could find. “Doctor!”

His voice was clear and seemed closer than she imagined it should be. “Here! Come on now. Time is of the essence as it would seem. Story of my life really. Where are your shoes?”

Miss Sprinkle stops, grabbing her side she holds herself against a tree. “You’re a dick.”

“A what?”

“A dick.”

“Oh, like a detective? Well, I’ve never thought of myself as a detective but I do quite fancy a nice deerstalker hat. I just never really understood what to do with the flaps. Up or down? Very confusing.” A cool hand brushes the top of her arm and above her she discovers The Doctor crouching on a tree limb. “Up, up, up! Tell me now, what is in this area and please, make it quick.”

The Doctor pulls Miss Sprinkles up and she scratches her arms and the bottom of her feet on the sharp tree bark.

“Stupid tree.”

Pulling out his sonic screwdriver the The Doctor analyzes a branch. “Sugar Maple, it would appear. Not the most intelligent but far from stupid.”

Rustling of branches and heavy steps crunching the forest detritus can be heard in the distance. The Doctor motions for Miss Sprinkles to stay quiet then reaches past her to an adjacent branch. He tries to climb but finds some difficulty, getting tangled in branches with every attempt and making far more of a ruckus than Miss Sprinkles could ever make if she were to speak aloud. Finally, Miss Sprinkles grabs The Doctor by his coat and pulls him toward her. She simple mouths the word antenna and The Doctor squints his eyes for a moment then leans back with a large smile. Removing the antenna from his head and handing it to her, he tries one more time to climb the branches and finally is successful.

Miss Sprinkles closes her eyes and wonders what will happen if they catch up. The Creeps. She never thought to ask The Doctor what they could do. Even he didn’t seem overly afraid but simply had an air of urgency. They have been running, hiding, and Miss Sprinkles was unsure if perhaps, they should be fighting.

“What is nearby?” The Doctor whispers down from a branch in which he is hanging precariously.

“The club is out here for a reason, it’s out of the way and discrete. I think the only thing nearby is a boat launch for the lake. I remember where it is, kind of. There were some guys that would come by the club and after wander down and break into the cars parked at the launch. They were caught, arrested, and the regulars took down the boat launch signs to avoid any further burglaries. You wouldn’t necessarily know it’s there unless you have been there before and know what to look for.”

“A lake? If we were to have a boat, which we don’t, and wanted to launch it, though that would be completely unnecessary without some type of floating device, what would we be looking for?”

“The launch is east of the club but I’m not entirely sure how far.”

Doctor?” Electrical voices, all speaking in unison can be heard nearby and the steps are sounding much closer.

Miss Sprinkles and The Doctor move quickly. He slides down the tree with ease and assists her down as she throws down the antenna she was holding, removes her own, and moves quickly once again, running on her toes which feel achy and cold. They run east until they come upon a clearing which was much closer than Miss Sprinkles realized.

“Wait! Is that the fissure?” Miss Sprinkles stops running and feels her body freeze.

The Doctor grabs her hand and pulls it with force. “No it’s the sun! It’s morning!” He laughs loudly but Miss Sprinkles still feels uneasy.

Doctor?” The voice sounds louder than it should and coming from a direction it shouldn’t be. The Doctors smile fades away as they approach the dock and see a man standing with his back toward them.

A shiver cuts through Miss Sprinkles spine. “Tom?”

Tom’s body turns around but his face is missing. Underneath the hood of his sweatshirt can only be seen glowing red eyes. “Doctor?” 

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Looking at the calendar, Part 5 (and I did not see this story going into a Part 5) will be Wednesday 2/10 for a Promptly Penned post. Hope to see you there next week!