Here's the newest copy of Darkness Within Ezine Vol. 10!!! Starting out, I wasn't sure we'd make it this far, but, alas, I've met so many great Authors who have volunteered their talents and time to make this ezine successful!! So, to you all, thank you! So....here we go!
The Easter Bunny
Ever wonder why we hard boil eggs, color and hide for children to find? Well here is the scoop.
by Helen Bishop
I really like this guy at my work, he's the all-American boy and likes JFK, there's only two problems I see-he seems to like girls with long hair and his Volkswagen has the passenger seat missing.Is this too much to overcome?
I saw him out at the lake last weekend, and it seemed like he had an injury, his arm was in a sling, but he found a girl, with long hair of course to help him. Have I missed my chance with Ted?
Worried in Washington
If it was meant to happen it will, I don’t like the car with no seat though. If you can make yourself available without being too obvious keep trying, but who knows if he’ll stay around long enough for you to grow your hair out. All American boys aren’t a dime a dozen, but if you can catch a sale they are buy one get one free.
I met this guy at a party in the catacombs, he was arrogant and insensitive, just my kind of guy. We danced, we partied, he tried to ignore me. I know he did that just to keep up appearances. He flirts all the time even though he's married, but I truly thought we had something special. He went out the other evening for a special bottle of wine, amontillado, I think he said... It’s been five days now, and no one in town seems to have seen him. Should I sound the alarm, or accept that he's just finished with me?
Hanging in Chains
Dear in Chains:
Face it, girl, the guy played you and apparently his wife...maybe he's holed up somewhere with that wine. Maybe he got so far into his cups that he ran out of time and couldn't get out...either way you're probably better off. Forget him, he's apparently forgotten you.
Sometimes I hate being a woman, my husband and almost all the other men in our party dismiss all my and the other wives' concerns, because they are men and know best. It's late in the year to go to California, even with this new short-cut the men are shoving down our throats, and that's another thing...what happens if we go over-long? What if we run low on food? And I don't think the wagon-master's comments about how tasty a morsel I am are appropriate... Not a Morsel
I actually think you may be proven right in the end, although of course, no one will acknowledge that you were right. Also, I think you may want to avoid the wagon-master, if you're anyone's tasty morsel it shouldn't be his.
Why are the poor so testy? The rich aren't, and we have so much more going on than they do. The parties, the fashions, a new perfume, the peerage, they have no idea. The poor worry about food, and that's all. And all they do is complain, and now I'm in trouble because I said they should eat cake? I think sometime that they are losing their minds.
Rich is Better
I can see that you truly are clueless about why some people are upset, after all you have never had to look for your own food, if you had to do that you might understand. I've heard that if you aren't using something that perhaps you should try to do without. You probably can't understand that, as you aren't using your head.
Junipercreek Mall * Storm City, Texas
Belle, a young blonde headed woman, drives her car down to the local mall. She wears a pink sweater over white pants with a red leather jacket over top. She is meeting her friends Olivia, Tina, and Laquiesha.
She finds a parking spot and turns in. Her cell rings as she turns off the engine. She pics up the phone and sees the caller ID: JEAN-LUC.
Belle answers the phone. "Hey, Jean-Luc, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you are free tonight."
"Sorry. It's Greg's birthday party tonight. Mom and dad want me there." Belle gets out of her car and shuts the door.
"That's okay, baby." She hears. "Maybe tomorrow."
"Have to check with mom and dad, but I see no problems." She says locking the car. "Love ya."
"Love ya, too."
She heads towards the closest mall entrance. "Gotta go. Meeting the girls."
"All right, baby. Talk to you later." Jean-Luc says as Belle enters Junipercreek Mall. She looks around.
Then, she sighs. "I think they said to meet them at the food court." Belle turns and heads left towards the closest escalator.
A shadowy figure watches as Belle ascends up the escalator. He keeps a tab on her. He taps his watch. "She's here."
"Good keep an eye on her."
The man exits the shadows. He straightens his jacket and makes his way over to the same set of escalators that Belle is exiting onto the second floor.
"Where are you going, Ms. Phoenix?" The man mutters.
Belle turns her head. She raises a brow. There are several people walking the same direction as she. Belle shrugs her shoulders.
Belle closes in on the food court. She sees her good friend, Laquiesha, waving her over. "Good. They're here."
The man heads towards the other side of the mall, since the foyer on the first floor splits the food court from the rest of the mall. He keeps an eye on Belle.
He watches as Belle sits down with her friends. Belle looks back and forth. Olivia, Belle's dark haired friend with a white thin sweater on over a light blue dress, hands Belle the food she ordered.
"What's wrong, Belle?" Tina asks. She is wearing her brunette curly locks in a ponytail as well as a dark blue top over jeans. Her black leather jacket sits upon the back of her chair.
"Not sure." Belle says as she crunches on a French fry. "Something's not right. I feel like I am being watched."
"Ah, don't worry about that. We are all being watched. All the time by the Lord Almighty." Olivia says.
Belle rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Then, she sips her Diet Coke. "That's not what I am talking about."
"Then, what do you mean, B?" Olivia asks.
"I think someone's following me."
"Now, why would they do that?"
"I don't know." Belle says. She, then, grabs her head. Pain shoots through her head like fire. Belle falls out of her seat onto the ground.
Tina jumps out of her seat and rushes over to Belle. "Belle, hon? You okay?"
"No." Belle barely says. She grits her teeth as the fire in her brain seems to increase. She, then, screams into the air.
A wave of energy releases from Belle. Her friends and the surrounding people fly back ten feet from her. Belle is huffing and puffing. People begin looking over in her direction. Belle looks around her. Her emerald green eyes are bloodshot. Her golden locks are disheveled. She rises to her feet.
Then, she sees four armed men, in grey uniforms trimmed in black with black ball caps and shades, heading towards her. Olivia, Tina, and Laquiesha rush over to her side. Belle is still breathing heavy.
The leader of the armed men signals for his men to stop as others in the food court rush away from the scene. The armed men hold their rifles up and aimed at Belle. The leader walks up to the four girls. They see red hair coming from underneath his ball cap.
"What the hell do you want?" Screams Tina. Her eyes glow.
The man still comes forward. "Ms. Jones, your powers do not scare me." He turns towards Belle. "Ms. Phoenix, you need to come with me."
"I ain't going nowhere with you." Belle's eyes glow and flash. She still is huffing and puffing. "I suggest you leave me and my friends alone."
The man laughs. "Please. You cannot control your new powers, Belle. I know more about them than you do."
"You think so? Huh?" Belle looks cross at him. She has a wry grin on her face. "Do you have any idea who my momma is?"
"Never had the pleasure of meeting her." The man says. He holds out his hand. "The name's Adolphus Kane, PsyCorp."
"PsyCorp? What the hell does PsyCorp want with me, Mr. Kane?"
"You are important to us." Adolphus says calmly. "We wish to help you control your powers as quickly as possible."
"Then, why follow me?"
"Follow you? That's not us."
"Then, who is that man over there?" She points across the mall at the dark haired man looking right at her.
Adolphus chuckles. "That is Len Wright, a Metapol Agent."
"Really?" Belle raises a brow. "Oh, daddy's going to get it when I get back home."
"Be careful, Ms. Phoenix. We will be monitoring you."
Belle chuckles. "You ain't the only one. I'm going to finish shopping and, then, go home. You can go, Mr. Kane. I'll be fine."
"We'll be in touch." Adolphus signals for his men to retreat.
"I bet you will." Belle breathes a sigh of relief as Adolphus and his men leave.
Belle and the others sit back down. Laquiesha looks across the table and grabs Belle's hands. "Don't be so hard on your dad. He's only looking out for you."
"I know. That doesn't make what he did right."
"No, B." Olivia says. "It does not."
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