Plant Deminsion Drabble 8/30/06

I had a mary sue based on myself that lived in a universe where she was the hero. It was a cool idea, but more something suited for the younger me than the professional I'm trying to be.

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"Listen," Tuesday shushed the hysterical woman she was trying to talk to. Mrs. Watson ignored her and kept shouting. "Shh," Tuesday turned to the window, which was lightly fogging over because of the fire inside and the snow that was gently falling outside. The climate was too hot for the snow to stick, but that didn't meant that the icey particles didn't try.

"You just wait, I don't need your help for anything!" Mrs. Watson screamed.

"Would you shut up? Good god, you think that you'd be a good listener after you listened to your husband's crap for the past five years. How many nights were you up because he beat you and you blamed yourself?" Tuesday turned to face the woman, shoving her small hands into the pocket on her black fleece jacket. The symbol of the stars was imprinted in the right corner of the shirt, near the shoulder.

"How did you know this?" Mrs. Watson narrowed her eyes at Tuesday.

"Knowledge is a cure all. I asked your neighbors about you so I could do my job more accurately and that was just some of the basic information I found from them. Mrs. Watson, you need to let your memory of him go because holdin on to him isn't doing you one bit of good," Tuesday's eyes fell to the ghostly figure of a man that was perched upon a red arm chair, he looked old and tired, but his eyes held anger, though they were not the eyes of a living person. "You don't understand, do you? Most people I can understand holding onto their memories like this. Children who have lost a mother need some solace to help them get to sleep, an elderly woman who has lost her husband of fifty plus years can't see life without her spouse, but this man abused you! Why do you want him around still?" Tuesday turned back to the window, disgusted.

"You're the one who doesn't understand. I need him. He's the only one who could ever love me." Mrs Watson was on the verge of tears, though angry tears and not ones of sorrow. Tuesday turned to face Mrs. Watson and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say." Tuesday watched as the snow outside began to come down heavier, though only a tiny layer that disappeared when stepped on had formed on the ground. "Anyways, a sI was saying before, listen."

"I don't care about anything else you have to say," Mrs. Watson stood up, her hands balled into fists.

"Not to me, to the snow." Tuesday pointed outside the window.

"To the snow?" Mrs. Watson raised an eyebrow incredulously.

"Yes, if you listen carefully, you can hear it hit the ground."

"How?" Mrs. Watson came over to the window, the ghostly memory of her husband's eyes following her.

"I have to listen for the songs within each of the stars, trust me, I can hear the snow." Tuesday grabbed Mrs. Watson's hand suddenly and pulled her towards the door. "If you went outside, you could hear it even better."

"Gerald never allowed me to go outside. He told me it was too dangerous and that I might be tempted to leave him and there's no one out there for me but him."

"Shut up and go! Gerald isn't around anymore." Mrs. Watson still protested, but she finally allowed Tuesday to pull her outside. Tuesday left the door open as the two stood in the powdery film that was covering the ground. The snow wasn't falling as heavy as before, but it was still coming down. "Listen," Tuesday insisted. Mrs. Watson bent down and she could her the faint, soft sound of snow hitting the ground.

"It sounds like rain, only softer." Mrs. Watson stood up and closed the door.

"It's even more fun to dance in. Then again, anytime I'm not dancing for the stars is fine by me," Tuesday smiled slightly, which was as big as her smiles usually got, and spun around. "It's like it follows you when you spend." Tuesday waved her arm, manipulating the path of the flakes as they drifted down.

Mrs. Watson didn't say anything. She had her arms crossed tightly across her chest and was shivering slightly, however she didn't feel like going inside to retreive her coat. In fact, she didn't want to go inside at all. "So, this is what I've truly been missing."

"It doens't hurt you, nor does it want to date you. Would Gerald still have approved?" Tuesday asked, looking up seriously, though her hands were held out to her sides as she attempted to catch the powdery substance in her outstretched palms.

"No, no he wouldn't have," Mrs. Watson said with determination.

"So, you should go inside, after all, you're going against his wishes." Tuesday dropped her hands to her sides and opened the door.

"No, you know what, you're right. I don't have to go inside and I don't have to do what he says. I may never find anyone again, but I can still enjoy nature." Mrs. Watson smiled.

"It's a start," Tuesday thought to herself as she began to close the door back, but not before seeing the memory of Mrs. Watson's husband disappear before her eyes. "Looks like my job here is done."

Another PD Drabble 8/15/06

Another PD drabble that continues another one. If PD had been carried through, this would have been book 8.

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"Okay, so the fact that Mrs. Garrickson was so aggresive when we called her memory-husband...wait a minute, this guy's name was Garrick and his last name was Garrickson? So his name was Garrick Garrickson?" Tuesday raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Proffesor said, as if this was common knowledge.

"Oh, okay. His parents had no creativity. Anyways, was becase Mrs. Garrickson is..." Tuesday paused, as if to think of an appropriate word.

"She's not quite mentally stable concerning her husband's death yet. She's not crazy." Proffesor folded his arms across his chest and looked accusingly at Tuesday.

"I wasn't going to say she was crazy," Tuesday said defensively.

"You were thinking it."

"No I wasn't!" Tuesday shouted.

"I have a mind-reader device and according to it, you were thinking that." Proffesor held up the mindreading device, which was small enough to fit into his pocket. It was shaped like a pen, but it had a small screen on it that displayed text.

"Okay, so I was thinking it," Tuesday admitted, "but I wasn't going to say it.

"Yes you were."

"No I wasn't. What, do you have a lie detector to prove it...wait, you do," Tuesday faltered when he pulled out another device that looked almost exactly the same as the first. "What's up with this house...lab...thing!" Tuesday threw her hands up into the air, frustrated and defeated.

Question Game 7/27/06

Just a little Final Fantasy X drabble. Nothing else much to say.

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"Hey, Tidus," Yuna looked over at Tidus. She was using his stomach as a pillow as the two were laying amidst the tall grasses of the Calm Lands near one of the ledges. The land just seemed to go on forever, and then it abruptly ended with this huge gash. If someone was running and not paying attention, they could run right over the edge and fall into the ednless abyss of the beautiful landscape. Yuna thought that this must have been what it was like when people in Spira thought the world was flat and that you could fall right off of the world if you sailed to far in any direction past the mainland.

"Hmm?" he inquired, lifting his head so he could look into her eyes. His head was resting on his hands since he didn't have Yuna's stomach to use as a pillow himself.

"What's your favorite color?" she asked. Tidus sat up slightly, so as not to disturb Yuna's head, and looked at her incrediously. "Oh come on, if you want me to cherish you, you have to tell me everything. I told you everything."

"Of your journey to find me, but not the small details." Tidus layed back down and thought for a second. "I suppose the color yellow has grown on me, but I'm not really sure. Hey Yuna?"

"Yes?" Yuna closed her eyes as a breeze ruffled the grass around them. The calm lands usually stayed a pretty nice temperture because of the fact that Mount Gagazet's snowy winds occasionally blew through the valley, but the calm land was unusually hot and humid on this day, however Tidus and Yuna felt cozy where they were laying.

"Now that I told you what my favorite color is, you have to tell me yours. How am I supposed to cherish someone when I don't even know their favorite color?" Tidus joked.

Yuna rolled her blue and green eyes and sighed. Tidus' scent hung nicely in the air. He smelled slightly of vanilla and fish. Usually the two scents inc ombination would have made Yuna retch, but on Tidus, they were heavenly. "Purple, though I also like blue." Yuna rolled over so that she had her hands resting on Tidus' stomach and her head on top of her hands. She smiled at tidus, who seemed to enjoy the change of perspective from the back of Yuna's head, to her face. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite food?"

"Dunno, I suppose cherries, but then again, I liked that coconut thing you made." Tidus smiled up at Yuna who was smiling playfully back. "Hey Yuna, what's your favorite food?"

"I like beets. I don't know why, but Rikku always made fun of me for that," Yuna laughed. Yuna's laughter was music to Tidus' ears. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite number?"

Tidus shook his head. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Yuna, but he liked this little game. Than again, he liked any game that involved Yuna or Blitzballs...or any combination of the two. "3576 because it's an even number. What about you?"

"Hmm, I never really thought about it. I would have to say seven becaus eit took seven to get me through my pilgrimage. Tidus, what's your favorite letter?" Yuna's eyelids felt heavy as the gentle breeze and Tidus' scent was soothing to her.

"Well, Y of course. Yours?" Yuna sat up and stretched, then snuggled next to Tidus, resting her head against his shoulder.

"T for you, though you doesn't actually begin with a T." Yuna yawned and closed her eyes. "Hey TIdus, what's your..." Yuna, however, never finished her sentance as she fell asleep. Tidus smiled and put his arms around her slumbering form, holding her closely to him, glad that the fayth had brought him back so he could be with her. Tidus yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep himself.

Lost at Sea 3/20/06

I think this was about Tetra and her pirates from Windwaker. I don't like this poem anymore, but I did at the time. Odd.

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The ocean waves were ever so bright
The moon above it did alight
wind blowing the surf and sea
treacherous plotting against me
Never once did I guess
that this would be how I would rest
a free spirit tamed by the sea
a whim, a fancy, all for me
to the fast moving wave from the island gabes
nothing could detour me untill this day

a victum of sea, a victum of pride
not a martyr, I had nothing to hide
still the waves pushed me to and fro
I did not fight for I had nowhere to go
I relaxed as they took me and enjoyed the voyage
for the first time I could see the foilage
thinking hard, I felt no pain
and perhaps this is why I felt I did not die in vain

Still the wind blows and the sea delites
now the moon is dim and the sun is bright
not once, but twice I could declare
The love of the sea sparked like a flare
My death was felt, but that's not the ending
this is only someother's begining

PD Knight drabble 2/17/06

Another Planet Demension drabble. This one is from the...7th book? I don't remember. It's not important anyways because this series will never be.

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Tuesday's eyes squinted throught the black and white other world she had found herself in. This was only her second time encountering the strange world and it frightened her none the less. She wanted to be strong, but without her powers, she felt more vulnerable then she ever had before. She wasn't even sure how to get back to her own world. She shivered slightly, despite the dessert temple she and Atta were in, as she saw a figure approach them. It was a knight in black armor that seemed to meld into the shadows around them.

"Atta, who's that?" Tuesday asked, hoping her amnesia-ridden, otherworld-connected friend would know something, which was very unlikely.

"He seems familiar," Atta squinted as the knight drew closer to them. The knight raised his sword and pointed it straight at them, preparing to attack them. "Quick, concentrate!" Atta screamed at Tuesday, who grumbled at being ordered around. Tuesday closed her eyes and held her hands together, focusing on forming a ball of enrgy at the tip of Atta's dark blade. Atta threw the blast at the knight as Tuesday opened her eyes.

He grabbed the blast in one hand and tossed it from hand to hand as if the blast were nothing more than a tennis ball. He stopped his throwing to clutch the energy ball as hard as he could, destroying the attack as if it were nothing more than a balloon. He laughed at the two of them, who huddled closer as they glared at the knight. "You think something that weak can stop me?"

"Who are you?" Atta demanded, anger apparent in her strong accent. Atta tried to lunge forward with her sword, but the knight caught it with his own effortlessly. The two swords sent out sparks as they collided. In the sparks they created, Tuesday saw something glint. She walked to the spot and picked it up to discover that it was a bit of what appeared to be limestone created from the sand that surrounded them.

"You two are in the lowest level of this castle and you gave no thought to how the two of you were going to get back. Such stupidity should be rewarded." The knight's figure become transparent as it become water. The water fell to the ground, creating a dark spot in the sand. "Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink," his voice echoed after him.

"He's gone," Atta gasped.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Tuesday said seriously as she heard a rumbling coming from somewhere below them. Suddenly a geyser of water formed in the middle of the room, knocking Tuesday over. She quickly got to her feet just in time to realize that the room was quickly filling with water. Their only escape was a hole in the ceiling twelve feet above them. "We have to get out of here!" Tuesday shouted, running over to Atta.

"How?" Atta panicked as the water began to reach her knees.

"Just leave it to me and hang on!" Tuesday shouted to Atta as she used her dragon pendant to give her the ability of temporary flight. "With this we will only have five minutes to get out of here, so let's not waste any time." Atta grabbed onto Tuesday as she flew up out of the room as fast as she could. The water below them came faster as more geysers shot up at them. the water was high enough to graze Atta's feet as they flew. Tuesday was frustrated because she had to back-track through the rooms they had came through on their way down. She mentally kicked herself for entering the castle with no forethought, which was very unlike her.

Finally they reached the entrance they had come out of and Tuesday flew out of the castle and onto the sand, losing her wings and flying abillity for the rest of the day. Atta and Tuesday stared at the castle as water began to trickle out of it. The casdtle began to pulse and then it exploded as the water inside grew too much. The strangly shaped castle that had once stood there was now scattered rubble, but the water continued to push forward, though not as strongly as before. Soon the entire desert was covered in a layer of water that came to Tuesday's ankles.

"Are you two okay?" Tuesday heard a british accent harold her from what seemed to be the sky. Tuesday forgot that Frog, Butter P, and the forest spirit, a giant wood moth named Laura, could see her through the other world detector.

"I'm fine, Frog. I found a bit of limestone down there. Maybe Came can use it like he used that mirror shard on the detector..." Tuesday's voice trailed off as she Seboya fly over head. The great owl was the parralell of Laura and, as such, was the desert spirit.

"Water!" Seboya shouted, landing and beging to gulp greedily at the water. "Water!" Seboya cried again as he drank more and more water.

"Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink," Atta mused, repeating the line the knight had said.

"Not a drop to drink? This water must be tainted somehow. Seboya, stop!" Tuesday cried frantically, but Seboya would not listen. "Atta, use that sword blast of yours," Tuesday called as she began to concentrate. Atta obeyed, shooting a beam at seboya, who stopped drinking to glare at them.

Seboya was panting heavily and it began to caw unintelligibly. The great desert spirit then began to change appearances, become more vulture like. Seboya glared at them, then rushed forward to attack. Tuesday suddenly felt lightheaded and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she noticed that she was in her rightful world. "Tuesday!" Frog cried out triumphantly, but she ignored him.

"Atta's in trouble. The spirit attacked her and now I'm here." Tuesday looked frantically at her friends. Laura simply began to float carefree over head them. Tuesday still had trouble fighting the irresistable urge to exterminate the overly large wood moth.

Came's voice came from the device that they were watching Atta dodge attacks on. "Out the lime stone in the slot on the side of the device. I think we can use it for something." Tuesday put the stone in the slot and commanded them to hurry as she did. Came seemed annoyed at her tone, but didn't say anything.

Atta was dodging attacks fruitlessly. "Tuesday, can you help me?"

"Yeah, Came is analyzing the limestone we found. I'll concentrate for you." Tuesday resumed her concentrating position, ignoring Laura's airheaded comments that rained down from above them. Atta shot the blasts at Seboya, but it didn't seem to do any good. She also was reluctant to possibly anger another spirit. The Artic pelt bird that protected the snow covered mountains already had such dislike for her.

"Okay, analization is complete. The limestone is a type of filter that can filter impurities out of something. If you can get Atta to keep that thing she's fighting still, we can filter out the impurities it consumed while drinking that water." Came explained, then grumbled, "No, I do not want tea! Argh, this creator guy has started a herb garden and it's driving me bonkers!"

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Tuesday mumbled. "Atta, do you think you can get Seboya to stay still? I think we can filter out the impurities he drank if I can use this filter on him, but you have to get him to stay in one spot."

"I'll try!" Atta shouted up to the sky, though Tuesday could hear her perfectly fine through the gadget if she hadn't screamed. Atta grabbed Seboya's feet and stuck the sword in one of his talons. Seboya screamed as he tried to get away, but Atta was stronger than she looked.

"Okay, we have him locked!" Came called from through the gadget. "Now filtering!" There was a humming sound and on the screen, Tuesday saw a light surround Seboya. Atta let go of Seboya, grabbing her sword out of his talon before landing. She stepped away from the spirit as he glowed brighter. He stopped glowing and had the appearance of the owl that he had been when Atta had first met him.

"Thank you," he muttered, breathing heavily, "Attaleene, you may have done unspeakable things, but you know right from wrong."

"Unspeakable things? Like what?" Atta asked, but Seboya faded and as he faded away, so did the desert around Atta. It resembled the Laura Woods that Tuesday was in on her own world. On her shoulder, Atta's magpie Adriel squawked happily at the sight of such a lush forest. "He's dead," she whimpered.

"Not dead," Laura landed beside Tuesday, "because he's already dead as everything is in the other world. He just finally accomplished his purpose so he can rest in the spirit world now," he explained. "That's also why the landscape now matches this one."

"What was his purpose?" Tuesday asked.

"He gave Atta her full name; Attaleene." Laura responded as he drifted overhead.

"Attaleene," Atta tried the name on for herself.

"Meh, I like Atta better." Tuesday stuck out a toungue at her dislike. Sudden;y the gadget she was holding began to vibrate. "I think I've got mail." She pressed a button and a message from Thatch appeared on screen. "It seems he wants us to meet him in Laura City. Any ideas where that is?" Tuesday asked.

"I can take you there if you follow me." Laura began to drift away as the group followed her from the ruins.