Session: February 23, 2013

http://cybergata.blogspot.com/2010/09/kittehs-can-sleep-anywhere.html

"Joe glanced at his watch: Not even noon and it had started already! He wondered if he could take any more of this."
by GS

Hangovers are not usually a problem for Joe Sixpack. He can put away gallons of watery American beer and barely register on the sheriff's breathalyzer test. So waking to the sound of jackhammers in his head was very unexpected. Joe stumbled into the bathroom and eliminated several gallons, mostly into the bowl, but wtih the usual splashing that infuriated his wife. The jackhammers subsided a bit as he attacked his coffee, but he knew this was not his usual morning after. What had they snuck into his mug at the bar? Clearly he had ingested something with his Coors Lite that made a difference. Once he got outside the glanced at his watch: Not even noon and it had started already! He wondered if he could take any more of this. Halloween was supposed to be fun for everyone, but he never expected the local hoodlums to trap a cat in his pumpkin! Who was responsible for this sadistic act? Then Joe began to remember more about the night before, how he had come home to a yowling cat on his doorstep, and his drunken reaction. He had stuffed that cat in the pumpkin! Maybe it was time to stop drinking, he postulated. He knew he couldn't take any more of this!

http://homes.yahoo.com/news/homes-most-unusual-places-000628093.html

"The doctors had to be wrong."
by AD

A man stood beside me as I woke up in a strange building. I was strapped into a bed with a blanket covering my lower half. I looked to the left and saw my friend lying dead, his nose bleeding. What happened to us? Last thing I remember was that we were at a huge party in Losieana Madigraw, that explains his bloody nose. That skirt chasing fool had seen how the girls dressed. No wonder his nose is bleeding so bad. I looked at the man and asked where am I. I saw desert all around me. You are in a mental prison in New Mexico. Your friend there died of blood loss and overintoxication. Poor fello. And you my friend have sliced off your mid section when you jumped off a building. Now you are officially a jack ass. The doctor had to be wrong. I flipped the covers off and true enough, I had the lower body of a donkey. Everyone here is mad. He said I don't have a medical degree so how is your health insurance?

http://besthomedecorators.com/funzug/funzug-an-unusual-building-in-holland.html

"Deep in the Iron Pentacle, the red-hot Iron energy flows upward."
by CC

Deep in the Iron Pentacle, the red-hot iron energy flows upwards. Edgar knew this well, but still he went into the strange forest on a new moon. He could feel the iron pentacle deep in the earth. Its vibration shimmered up through the lether soles of his boots. The energy would flow faster soon so there was no time to waste. Wandering through the trees in the dark, he soon arrived at the center of the woods, where stood the little card table he had set up at the full moon, when the pentacle slept. On the table sat the glass of collected dew. He quickly drank the few sips, then slid the glass into his pocket. It was done. Now he had to get out, fast. As he headed back through the trees he could hear the pounding start. He picked up his pace. The ground began to shake and before he could find his balance, the trees all suddenly shifted to the north. Edgar fell over a moving trunk and scrambled to his feet. He was almost out, but the polarity shift had done something to him. He felt strange, unlike himself. When he emerged onto the street at last, he knelt in the road and watched the stars spin overhead. Soon he felt better. Dawn approached. He turned towards home.

http://cybergata.blogspot.com/2010/09/kittehs-can-sleep-anywhere.html

"These days, I am attempting to live more in balance."
by PV

Being a library cat is not the easiest. I know, libraries are dens of quiet - truly the cat's meow with plenty of snoozing time to allow those frisky and fractious mice to come out from the shadows of our brains to cavor in gleeful, insulting abandon until they unknowingly awaken us feline giants - and pow! It's mouse au gratin on a paw, slapping this sneaky squeak into the next life, leaving me to gleefully crunch his bones. Nice, huh, and sloped-back books do present such easy literary recliners. These days, I am attemping to live more in balance.

Session February 9 2013

http://www.dailyinspiration.nl/mysterious-photography/

They wobbled when the air pressure suddenly changed.
By TT

I am an aironaut and live in a small community of wandering Christian sisters. My job is to draw the maps of the territories we visit so that we can remember the areas we have been. I also record the experiences we had there and the histories and names of converts. We show the natives of the region how to make sellable crafts and we take the items to a market.

Some natives are suspicious and think we are stealing their wives, daughers or children when we convert them to our religion. We don't accept men as converts. We take our converts up with us into our airships to show them Heaven and Earth. They are usually so impressed they wobbled when air pressure changes. When they are not impressed we throw them out of the ship.





http://www.tambaoson.com/TAMBAOSON_ENGLISH/3HTML/45.htm

Everyone said it was a global pandemic.
by PV

Vijana was so absorbed, but she was dressed well in the garden. I scarcely noticed the other figures frozen in the foliage. Even their floating eyes in their still bodies were eclipsed by Vijana's still gaze - a pond of limpid clear resolve stretching out forever on this day we all were made to play statues. Later, in modes of analysis and recovery, most agreed and everyone said it ws a global pandemic. But I felt we and especially Vijana had lived in a second of God's life.

davidandallensprojectblog.wordpress.com

Her side of the story.
by GS

She had been searching through the woods for hours, knowing that the shrine to the Goddess of the Moon was hidden within. It had been built by a coven of Wiccans decades earlier, and many troubled women made the pilgrimage each year. The exact location was never documented to diminish the probability of male interference, thus searching was always needed. Once she found it a profound sense of relief arose in her heart and mind. Now she would be able to express her side of the story to an understanding diety!

http://urbantitan.com/10-weird-and-mysterious-places-on-earth/

It didn't make any sense, but not much did anymore.
by CC

Lawrence sat in the ruined jet at the bottom of the sea. It was the darn Bermuda Triangle, that's what fouled him up. And now he was obviously dead, still strapped into the pilot's seat. Well, the straps shouldn't pose a problem, he thought, and drifted out into the ocean like a scuba diver. The light cascading through the waves was soothing. But he needed to tell someone what had happened to him before he went on to whatever came next. But how could he do that? He noticed a shark swimming lazily overhead. Could he possess it? It didn't make any sense, but not much did anymore. He floated up and into the shark and took control. They exited the sea in the Florida Keys. He walked the shark's body up to a Kayak Rental stand and knocked with a flipper on the door. The man who opened it roared with laugher and pointed at him. Land shark, he laughed. Land shark! Lawrence flopped away in disgust. He went to a small motel nearby but the story was the same: At every door the person would hoot and holler and shout Land Shark! He felt like a walking comedy routine. It was a cruel joke. He was angry. The next door he knocked on was opened by yet another laid back island type. Lawrence suddenly decided to get proactive. Land shark, he said to the man, and then ate him.

http://www.squidoo.com/wierd_things

He felt himself being watched.
By RMAF

He felt himself being watched on the street in Tijuana. He turned around and there were three sleuths on the sidwealk. There were a canine and a feline officer from the Chula Vista Police Department. But my criminal luck was with me again! Ole! The three furry officers had been drinking tequila all night long on their stake out. They were drunk out of their gourds by morning. I and a dozen other mule packers all walked right by them and they didn't even notice! Onward mule packers, northward to all the big cities up the coast! We're going to make lots and lots of dinero!

http://www.dailyinspiration.nl/mysterious-photography/

The shrine room was apparently keeping the unhealthy spiral at bay.
by AD

The shrine room was apparently keeping the unhealthy spiral at bay along with this very strange man who was dancing. Both of these characters were very strange. The spiral would consume an object in a strange blue light before that item would vanish, and the man was now screaming. The only thing left in this room was the bust of the founder, the monk who built this temple. He didn't have a name so he became known as Shed, short for Shining Head. The spiral went into the bust of Shed and music began to play. We looked over at the man dancing and hopping, screaming "I am the song of Shining Head la la la!" Right then every one of us who had lived in this temple our whole lives, some of us 12, some 90, all realized something. We realized that we worshipped and followed the teachings of a psycho, and all of us wondered why we couldn't see it before.