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.