tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844530416920425932024-03-13T17:45:33.531-04:00Mid-Michigan Prose and Writing GroupThis blog shares some of the works of fiction created by the fine members of Mid-Michigan Prose and Writing group, especially the writing we do when we meet up together. Hope they inspire and entertain you as they have us. Enjoy!Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-2171054579481314342019-08-28T09:54:00.000-04:002019-08-28T09:55:24.061-04:00Coffee and Serial<div class="post-format">
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Warning: Strong Language, Mature Themes, Graphic Violence</span>
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A WHISP story. If you like it, please check out <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Whispers-Killer-WHISPS-Book-1-ebook/dp/B07S9STMBP/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=jen+haeger&link_code=qs&qid=1566999884&s=gateway&sourceid=Mozilla-search&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Whispers of a Killer (WHISPs Book 1)</a><br />
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The scene smells more like a slaughterhouse than a coffee shop, but I force myself not to cringe or wrinkle my nose. I’m the senior detective here and I need to act like it.<br />
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“I’m Detective Harbinger. What do we have?”<br />
<br />
The first responder beat cop is wide-eyed and green around the gills. He swallows hard. “Single victim. Male. Jacob Beene. Um, found by the owner around seven a.m. when,” he takes a deep breath through his mouth, “a customer called to complain that the shop wasn’t open. Owner called 911. No one else but paramedics, owner, and I have been in there.”<br />
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“Paramedics?”<br />
<br />
He nods.<br />
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Considering the smell, they were optimistic. I point to bloody boot prints leading out the front door. “These from them?”<br />
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He nods again and sways slightly.<br />
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I glance down at his badge, Officer Trout, and stifle an inappropriate chuckle. “Officer,” I can’t bring myself to say his name, “why don’t you go outside and make sure forensics gets shoe impressions of all the paramedics?” <i>And get some fresh air before you pass out.</i><br />
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He nods and bolts like a frightened colt.<br />
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I have more questions, like what time the coffee shop normally closes, what time it normally opens, if the victim was in a relationship and, if he was, if it was a stable one, but those can wait. Pulling booties and gloves from my pockets, I put them on before advancing to the store room. The tables in the customer area are all clean with the chairs stacked neatly on the tables, the counter is wiped down, and the cash register is closed. Doesn’t strike me as a robbery gone bad, but I reserve my judgement. Way too early to start a theory.<br />
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The hallway is likewise free of debris and blood other than the occasional smear from the paramedics’ shoes…but the smell is worse here. I begin breathing through my mouth. The heavy air presses in on me as I approach the wide open storeroom door. I’ll have to ask if it was open or closed when the owner arrived; if the obnoxiously flickering fluorescent bulb was on or off. Pressing my eyes closed, I stop and count backwards from three. At zero, I turn and gaze into the room from the doorway.<br />
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The scene is worse than I was imagining. It usually is. Not exactly shocking—after thirty years as a police officer, almost nothing is—but my breath catches. Blood is everywhere but in the body of the man on the floor. Large, jagged, gaping holes in the victim’s chest and abdomen expose the shiny organs beneath, which explains the crimson painted walls and bags of coffee, but I have no explanation for the angular bulge in his throat. There’ll be no getting up close to this body to search for subtle clues. The paramedics have already made Forensics’ job that much harder and I won’t add to the mess. Pulling back into the hallway, I carefully follow it to the emergency exit in the back. No alarm. I make a mental note of that, and of the rock undoubtedly used to prop it open. Nothing else to see here, I return to the front of the shop, avoiding looking into the store room. I’ll see plenty of photos later.<br />
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#<br />
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I leave Forensics to their work at the scene. Hours later, I haven’t left the precinct. After interviews with the wife, just back from a business trip, poor thing, and the owner of the coffee shop, most of my questions are answered; still, I’m no closer to a motive or suspect. The coroner’s full report is about a day out, but one question was answered by the preliminary report: a cell phone. That’s what was lodged in the victim’s throat. I’m sitting at my desk trying to wrap my brain around the physics involved when someone clears his throat. My heart hiccups. It’s Chief Lowman. <br />
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He gives me a grim smile. “Deep in thought, Detective?”<br />
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“Was just checking the preliminary coroner’s report. Why?”<br />
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Something over my shoulder catches his eye and he waves a hand. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”<br />
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I turn to find a mid-height, muscular woman with close-cropped black hair, tan skin, and green eyes.<br />
She holds out a hand. “I’m Detective Pereyra.” There’s a trace of tall mountains topped with llamas in her accent.<br />
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“Detective Harbinger.” After standing and shaking her proffered hand, I turn back to the chief. “What’s this all about?”<br />
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The chief nods to Pereyra and she takes over.<br />
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“Sorry to intrude on your case, but we asked the coroner to flag any cases with a specific MO, and yours has it.”<br />
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I don’t really have to ask. “A cell phone crammed down the victim’s throat?”<br />
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She nods.<br />
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“A serial?”<br />
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She nods.<br />
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“How many?”<br />
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Pereyra shrugs slightly. “Three, so far, we think. In NYPD jurisdiction, anyway.”<br />
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“Any other commonalities in the victims that we know of?”<br />
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“All the victims had WHISPs.”<br />
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Keeping my face neutral, a knot forms in my stomach. WHISPs. It had to be WHISPs. “I see.” I clear my throat. “Anything else?”<br />
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She shakes her head. “Not that we know of.”<br />
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“So, hate crimes maybe?”<br />
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“Maybe,” she agrees, “but if that were the case, you’d think they’d have left a message. You know, like ‘For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against dark spirits of evil.’”<br />
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I nod slowly. She’s not wrong. There’s been a lot of talk about WHISPs being demons or a person’s guilty conscience manifesting in a creepy, grey shadow instead of being clouds of electromagnetic particles pushed out by cell phones, high-tension power lines, and god-only-knows what else. “So, you’ll be taking lead on the investigation?” Normally I’d be pissed about someone sniping one of my homicides, but in this case…<br />
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Her gaze stiffens and finds the chief.<br />
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He straightens and turns to me. “Harbinger, the commissioner wants you to head the investigation.”<br />
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<i>Oh crap.</i> “Me, Sir?”<br />
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“You have seniority here and he wants our best heading up this case. Wants it wrapped up quick and quiet before the press sinks its teeth in.”<br />
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No pressure. “But, Chief…” He must know. Everybody in the precinct knows about my shadow phobia after my blowout with Waller at the WHISP sensitivity training seminar last year.<br />
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“Is there a problem, Detective Harbinger?”<br />
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“No, Sir.” No problem. <i>Shit.</i></div>
Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-78856304211483483012018-11-21T10:55:00.000-05:002018-11-21T10:55:47.150-05:00A Feast for the Senses<div class="post-format">
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Warning: Strong Language, Mature Themes.
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<span class="post-foreword">
A writing prompt focusing on the five senses.</span>
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Caronia is a feast for the senses. A bangling, rambling, smoking, conniving, gamboling, gesticulating, flatulating, festooning, simmering, careening stewpot of the known world. If you can’t find it in Caronia, it isn’t to be found, and if it can be found, it can be bought, and if it can be bought it can be bedazzled and then sold again at four times the price. I tell the willing rubes that I was born here and know this saucy wench of a city like the back of my own cod, but only the latter is truthfulness. I came here like all the rest with gimbals in my eyes, searching for the city of spangles and thrice-fried dumplings, and found all I was looking for and none of it. Once you shiv yourself in between her bosoms, Caronia both loves you and shits down your throat. She feeds you perfect cherries on lotus blossoms with one hand and crushes your walnuts with the other. But she’s mine and I’m hers like a bubo shaped like the Mother Mary.</div>
Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-19095838035686497862018-06-26T21:32:00.000-04:002018-06-26T21:32:01.840-04:00On My Way Home<div class="post-format">
<span class="post-foreword">A quick poem inspired by a Skazat Poetry Slam.</span>
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A perfect night,</div>
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Once threatening rain; no more.</div>
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Walking against the red,</div>
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A jaunt in my step.</div>
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Where are the fairies on the corner?</div>
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Their domain was once vast,</div>
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But now only vestiges remain.</div>
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Tore them down.</div>
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Always a party here,</div>
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Lights and a whiff of cannabis.</div>
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Is it fair that ditch lilies are acceptable,</div>
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But wild weeds must be mown?</div>
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Now the fireflies come out,</div>
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Advertising phosphorescent sex,</div>
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While old women discuss doctors,</div>
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And broken bones.</div>
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Fading, already forgotten, </div>
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Will I remember this when I reach home?</div>
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-64623190390139192912017-08-15T17:38:00.000-04:002017-08-15T17:38:27.770-04:00Fowl/Foul Peace/Piece: (3 min)<div class="post-format">
<span class="post-foreword">Theme for this session's prompts was horrid homonyms.</span>
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A foul moon hung in a sky of bloody clouds. Out of the night a single white goose flew and landed upon the countess’s windowsill. It was Roving, the white fowl of the east, and often it was the herald of peace, but not tonight. This night when the countess retrieved the bird it was sickly and thin. Feathers dropped from its wings like pieces of fine silk and fell to the floor as she placed it in a basket. She had to summon her marshal from the green lands. The peace was broken, war had come. </div>
Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-4199431568059194602017-01-31T23:56:00.000-05:002017-01-31T23:56:40.915-05:00Yesterday My Forehead Had the Number Nine on It, Today it is Eight<div class="post-format">
<span class="post-foreword">Timed writing prompt.</span>
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<i>I am not crazy. I am not crazy. I am not crazy! </i><br /><br />
My eyes are closed and I’m doing deep breathing exercises and trying to calm my mind. <i>This is not happening.</i> Breathe in. <i>Yesterday was just a bad dream.</i> Breathe out. I open my eyes. The number eight is still drawn on my forehead as if in ash. Yesterday the number was nine. <i>No it wasn’t.</i> I turn on the tap and fill my hands with water and splash it on my face over and over. First it’s cold, but soon it is hotter than I can stand and I have to stop and turn it colder. <br /><br />
I take the nubbin of soap and work up a thick, white lather in my hands then press them to my dripping forehead and scrub and scrub and scrub. Minutes, pass. My face feels raw. I stop and rinse my face again and again and again. Finally, I turn the water off and glance up at the glass. My face stares back at me, the smeary grey number unchanged. I press my palms against my eyes until I see flashes of light in the darkness. When I take my hands away and blink until the afterimages fade, the eight is still there.<br />
<br />
<i>Only it’s not. Of course it’s not. It wouldn’t make any sense if it was. It didn’t make sense yesterday and it doesn’t make sense today. </i><br /><br />
“I am not crazy!” I scream at the mirror. <br /><br />
“I am not crazy!” the mirror screams back.
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-75668940073124420482017-01-04T09:59:00.001-05:002017-01-04T09:59:44.277-05:00Design Your Very Own Superhero<div class="post-format">
<br /><span class="post-foreword">
Writing prompt (4 minutes).</span>
<br />
<br />
I am Whisper. I am the shadow in the corner of your eye. I am the flickering of candlelight and the soft tickle of wind in your ear. My voice is breathe carried to the far corners of the earth. I could be struck down by a child, crushed beneath a mound of feathers, yet I am powerful. I am the words in your head. I am the angel on the shoulders of demons. I am the conscience of the night. With small sounds I hold the darkness at bay and tip the souls of humanity towards the light. I am an echo of goodness. I am Whisper..
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-45456296135562491782016-10-25T18:27:00.000-04:002016-10-25T18:27:48.044-04:00Chairs and Pears, Pairs of Gears, People Upstairs<div class="post-format">
<span class="post-foreword">One of our weekly writing prompts.</span>
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Granny’s house is a strange place. The main floor seems normal. There’s a rocking chair in the living room with an orange and gold afghan draped over the back and a sofa that has ugly flowered upholstery. The kitchen is tiny and there is always a bowl of yellow pears in the middle of the miniature table. Her bedroom is also on the main floor and not too interesting except for the cuckoo clock on the wall that ticks and grinds and makes all sorts of noises, and then on the hour, the little wooden cuckoo explodes through the painted doors and screeches its mechanical coo.<br />
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But these are the normal things. It’s the people who live upstairs who are strange. The first thing that’s strange about them is that Granny tells me they aren’t there even though she has pictures of them in frames on the mantel. The second thing that’s strange about them is that they never seem to sleep. When I visit Granny I sleep in a bed upstairs, but even when I wake up in the middle of the night the people are awake and staring. They don’t talk much, the people upstairs. That is the third strange thing about them. When they do speak their lips don’t move. I think that is also strange.<br />
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There’s also a cuckoo clock upstairs, but there are two cuckoos in it, one is white and one is black. The white one cuckoos on the hour, but the other only cuckoos when someone dies, like when cousin Emma was sleep walking and fell down the stairs. I only heard it cuckoo then.
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-25295396016506195752016-09-28T18:28:00.000-04:002016-09-28T18:28:43.437-04:00The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains... [style: Literary Fiction]<div class="post-format">
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I remember that day better than most of my hot, dry summer childhood days sitting on my Grandfather’s porch. The flies were particularly bad that year despite the draught and they alighted on his liver-spotted knuckles as he dozed in the wicker rocking chair. I made a game of catching them and putting them in a jar like you might do with fireflies. I even pretended they were fireflies until my mother found them and made me let them go out by the barn.<br />
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But that day, even the fly catching had lost its appeal in the baking heat, and I’d resigned myself to stretching out on the dusty boards of the covered porch try to somehow get away from myself to stay cool. My grandfather had roused then and began rocking like he’d not stopped while he napped. He took a sip of watered down ice tea, its ice cubes having long since melted, and then gazed down at me and cleared his throat.<br /><br />
“The truth,” he began in deep tones like tractor tires over gravel, “is a cave in the black mountains.”<br /><br />
Somehow, even as a small child, I knew that his words would someday be of great import to me, and I listened, rapt, to the secrets that spilled from his withered lips.
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-6907920242677198322016-07-01T18:38:00.000-04:002016-07-01T18:40:39.370-04:00The Little Mermaid Where the Mermaids are Feral and Eat Humans (4 min):<div class="post-format">
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The little mermaid sat on the sand and tears streaked down her face. She thought that it would be so much easier to catch men and eat them on land, but without her voice and her siren song, it was proving difficult to lure lone men to their deaths. She had never really cried before or felt the salty sting of the tears on her face for the ocean’s waters had always washed them away as soon as the tears left her eyes. She was marveling at the sensation when she heard a horrific noise akin to a giant squid being macerated in the jaws of an orca. She turned and saw a man stumbling down the beach towards her. After a few moments she realized that he was trying to sing. The sound hurt her ears. He got closer and then peered down at her with blurry eyes. “Well now Love, what are crying about?” A smile curled the corners of the little mermaid’s mouth. So tears will also attract men, she thought, and lunged. <br />
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-73088292511318585302015-11-03T16:22:00.000-05:002015-11-03T16:22:55.878-05:00The Consequences of that Demonstration for Good or Ill<div class="post-format">
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The smart thing to do would’ve been to laugh and give a wink towards the man who had been heckling Katrina earlier, fling the hand backstage, and then immediately pull something else out of the hat to distract the audience. That would’ve been the smart thing. What Katrina actually did was drop the hat and chuck the hand away from her as fast and as hard as she could, right into the audience. The chaos was rapid and complete. The audience was no longer an audience, it was a hysterical mob. Katrina watched in horror as grown men trampled little old ladies in their haste to get just a little bit further from the severed hand. Women screamed, some fainted, their children getting swept away in the tide of patrons trying to exit the theater. Katrina backed up slowly and slipped behind the curtain.
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-53608714299420576372015-10-26T18:37:00.000-04:002015-10-26T18:37:21.632-04:00A Demonstration of Good Faith<div class="post-format">
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“It’s fine, it’s fine, we just need a few more minutes.” Simon appeared way to calm for the situation.<br><br>
“What am I supposed to do for a few more minutes?” Katrina threw her arms wide for emphasis.<br><br>
Simon glanced around and then plucked up the blood spattered top hot. Wiping it off with the cast-offs from the “never-ending handkerchief”, he handed it to Katrina. “Magic.”<br><br>
Reluctantly, she took the black hat. It was heavy, like it was filled with lead, and immediately she had to put a hand under it to keep the brim from slipping out of her grasp. “What the hell do you mean magic? I’m a stage hand, not a magician!”<br>
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Simon shoved Katrina out in front of the curtain. The audience murmured in alarm under the house lights. Only a few patrons had noticed her. Fighting the urge to flee, she swallowed hard and made ready her performance voice.<br /><br />
“Ladies and gentlemen! Let me assure you that it is but a minor technical difficulty that is holding up our performance for you tonight, and that we are doing everything that we can to remedy the issue and continue the performance.”<br /><br />
The crowd quieted some, but not everyone was satisfied.<br /><br />
“That guy lost a hand! I saw it! How’s he going to do the rest of the magic show with one hand!?”<br /><br />
Katrina stiffened, but kept the placating smile on her face. “Sir, please. A minor technical difficulty is what we are dealing with.”<br /><br />
“Minor amputation is more like it!”<br /><br />
“Please, sirs, ladies, take you seats. I assure you that the performance will be continuing in just a few moments. Thank you for your patience.” Katrina ducked back behind the curtain. “Dammit Simon! They’re not buying it.”</div>
Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-45842003200048622842015-10-06T22:47:00.000-04:002015-10-06T22:47:00.849-04:00The Sensation on My Skin was Unbelievable <div class="post-format">
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It wasn’t as if I didn’t know that Yellowstone was dangerous. Hell, just a few weeks ago some guy got eaten by a bear. But what doesn’t make the headlines like the bear attacks are all the people who are horribly burned each year by the thermal features. Even with warning signs, imbeciles still step across barriers and jump over railings and scald their fingers sticking them into boiling pools. I heeded all of the warning signs. There weren’t even supposed to be any thermal features where I was hiking, but I guess I found a new one. Hiking off trail isn’t forbidden in the park, but they do assume that any idiot who does it at least half-way knows what they’re doing, and I did. Bear spray, rig to hang my food, spade to bury my…well you get the picture. Doesn’t matter. If the park has it in for you, you’re going to die. That’s what they tell you anyway, in the park orientation. Everyone scoffs, but it’s true.<br /><br />
I’m walking along, shouting “bear, bear, bear” and then I’m burning, the sensation on my skin was unbelievable, incredible heat, like embracing the sun, and the pain, oh God. It was only later they told me I’d stepped into a thermal pool. Guess the park had it in for me.<br />.
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-5885088497081146962015-10-01T16:17:00.000-04:002015-10-01T16:17:48.895-04:00I Had Their Scent, It was Hard to Describe <div class="post-format">
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I’m not some two bit tracker. I don’t put an ear to the ground and tell you that someone passed this way ‘not but an hour ago’. I’ve been blessed…or cursed. Depends on how you look at it, though today there was only one way to look at it. The creatures we were trailing were about as foul a thing as I had yet encountered. I had their scent to be sure, but it was hard to describe: rotten blood sausage, three day old standing sewage from a dysentery camp, a microwaved Chihuahua? Never before had my sensitive nose had to withstand such ongoing offenses.<br />
<br />“Yeah, they came this way.”<br /><br />
The hunter grunted. “Didn’t really need you to tell me that.”<br /><br />
We were standing over remains, though of what unfortunate animal, there wasn’t enough left intact to say. <br />“Sure, but I can also say that they stopped here about an hour ago and are heading southeast at approximately 12 miles an hour.”<br /><br />
“How in the crap do you know any of that?”<br /><br />
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-56299180613107160562015-09-25T11:11:00.000-04:002015-09-25T11:11:08.872-04:00Sounds Became Intense, I Heard Everything<div class="post-format">
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Standing in line, waiting to board that infamous ride, all the sounds of the amusement park suddenly sprouted around with a blossoming intensity. I heard everything. I heard a barker at Prize Alley trying to get a young couple to play that game with the squirt guns. I heard the individual scream of a blond on the Gemini as the trains raced over a hill. I heard a child crying for more ice cream at one of the concession stands. But more important, I heard the ride. I heard the creaking of the metal support beams and the chunk of the over-greased gears. I heard a soft whine in the cable that pulled the car up to the top of the tower and the groan of the tower itself as it swayed in the wind. Finally, unmistakably, I heard the bolt shear and go pinging off into the ether as the car plummeted down with no stopping mechanism..
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-25580937459707602015-09-15T18:54:00.000-04:002015-09-15T18:54:09.755-04:00Blindness Set In, I Couldn’t See<div class="post-format">
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Sinking, sinking into the deep. The hardest part is just letting yourself drift down through the water away from the light. At first there are a few fish to catch my attention, but out here, in the middle, that’s all you get. After that, it’s nothing but empty water all around getting darker and darker until…the blindness sets in. I can’t see an inch in front of my face and through I’m in the sub, I can still feel the pressure of the water outside as the pressure gages adjust a fraction too slowly. You would think there’d be all sorts of glowing buttons and dials, but not in this sub. In this sub everything is dark, no automatic lights either inside or out. This sub is “The Hunter” and our prey is shy.
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-55410223015423957702015-08-14T07:00:00.000-04:002015-08-14T07:00:07.586-04:00Writing Exercises (Prompts) - Locations: Places with Atmosphere<div class="post-format">
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<li>The hotel had a history as rich and varied as its former owners. (9m)</li>
<li>A dreary place full of lost dreams and shattered hopes. (8m)</li>
<li>Glorious ruins that evoked inspiring emotions and epiphanies. (8m)</li>
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Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-6788120830792308092015-08-05T12:00:00.000-04:002015-08-05T12:00:07.441-04:00The Person Finally Arrives at Their Destination but is Disappointed or Surprised by What They Find There <div class="post-format">
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I sprinted away from the grinning, stripy, half-cat through the trees, wincing as the pain in my ankle increased exponentially. Finally, unable to run any longer, I stumbled to a stop in a clearing and sat on a felled tree. Elevating my ankle onto the tree, I decided here would be an okay place to rest until I found my adventure. Maybe, my ankle would be better in the morning. A man hiked out of the woods across the clearing from me. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Now this would be okay, I could do with a little prince charming, I thought. He saw me and stopped. <br /><br />
“Oh no, you must get away from here, run!” <br /><br />
“What?”<br /><br />
He doubled over in pain and then fell to the ground. I tiptoed over to him, and heard a growl. It was then that I noticed the large, white full-moon above the trees. And then I noticed sharp teeth.
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-68293203029236450192015-08-03T10:19:00.000-04:002015-08-11T09:54:37.424-04:00Writing Exercises (Prompts) - Diverse Personalities<div class="post-format">
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<li>A person who accepts the grey nature of life. (6m)</li></ul>
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<ul><li>The three meet on a coach that breaks down in the middle of the desert. (6m)</li></ul>
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“Can I get you a cup of tea?” asked the caterpillar.<br />“Definitely not. I better go before the lawyers come.”<br />“Suit yourself.”<br />I struggled back out the door and left the labyrinth behind me. My ankle still stung, but I had to get going or I would never get to my adventure. The woods ahead were dark and deep, but there was a well-kept path between the giant gnarled trunks. A little ways along I even found a good walking stick to help keep the weight off of my ankle. Time wore on and the path wandered until finally giving up the goat and disappearing altogether. <br />“Uh oh.”<br />“What’s the matter?”<br />I looked around but saw no one.<br />“Who said that?”<br />“Why, I did.”<br />I finally spied a pair of eyes and a wide white-toothed smile in the crook of a nearby tree.<br />“Oh no.”<br />“What’s the problem?” asked the Cheshire cat becoming more corporeal by the second.<br />“I’ve lost my way.”<br />“Impossible. All the ways around here belong-“<br />“-To the queen of hearts, I know, I know. Crap.”
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-77668954717965525312015-07-24T09:20:00.000-04:002015-07-24T09:23:50.616-04:00A Person Sets Out on a Long Journey, but the Journey is Interrupted<div class="post-format">
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They say every journey begins with the first step. Well I took that first step, twisted my ankle and fell into a mud puddle. Some adventurer I was. As I sat on a rock rubbing my ankle a brightly colored caterpillar sidled up beside me. <br />
“Good Morning!”<br />
“Don’t know what’s so good about it.”<br />
“Awe, don’t talk like that, Miss. The clouds have gone away and soon the sun will dry that muddy water in your hair right up.”<br />
“Great.”<br />
The caterpillar began whistling a jaunty tune.<br />
“Um, can you not do that,” I said putting a little weight on my ankle to test it and being rewarded with a stabbing pain. “I’m really not in the mood.”<br />
“Fine, fine.”<br />
I began limping away.<br />
“Er, don’t mean to be nosy, but where are you off to?”<br />
“I’m trying to get to the castle beyond the goblin city,” I said.<br />
“Oooh dear.”<br />
“What?”<br />
“Nothing, it’s just that, well, you can’t get there from here.”<br />
I hobbled back over to the caterpillar.<br />
“Why not?”<br />
“Well, for one thing, it’s copyright infringement.”<br />
I looked around at the setting and the glittery, high stone walls. <br />
“I see your point.”
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-27729519141266885002015-06-11T11:26:00.000-04:002015-06-11T11:26:00.443-04:00The Other Person Goes East, Looking for Something They’d Lost <div class="post-format">
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I didn’t want to take the sword, but Gabriel isn’t a Seraphim you argue with, so I took it and stowed it before my jitters could unmake a sound principle of physics. <br /><br />
“Where are you off to?”<br /><br />
Gabriel looked beyond me to the rising of a hundred million suns. “I must fortify the essence of religious sanctity, make pure the rivulets of undying devotion, and find my car keys.”<br /><br />
“I thought you said that this wasn’t a time for jokes, Sir.”<br /><br />
Gabriel turned his gazes back to me. “Who’s joking?”<br /><br />
With that he vanished and took a small child’s wonder with him. Having no intention of actually braving the deeps, I decided to camp out a while in the dark matter on the metaphoric end of the spectral universe.</div>
Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-69026339609962107102015-06-04T13:28:00.000-04:002015-06-04T13:28:00.256-04:00The First Person Goes South, Taking Something They Shouldn’t Have<div class="post-format">
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Gabriel gave me that look he has, you know, the one that begets fusion and melts crusts of planets. I didn’t like that look. <br /><br />
“Sir?”<br /><br />
He put a talon on my shoulder or what would have been my shoulder if I actually had shoulders. His mere touch buzzed through me like lightning cutting through atoms to make ozone. <br /><br />
“We need you to infiltrate the Deeps, Thuriel. We must have the first strike.”<br /><br />
I’m not much of a hard hitter by way of angelic beings, I’m more of a weaver of mathematical improbabilities, so Gabriel’s words unnerved me. They caused a gaping maw of fear to open in my representation of guts, but I plastered it over with indignation.<br /><br />
“Uh, why me, Boss? I don’t even own a flaming sword.”<br /><br />
Gabriel reached into robes glowing with the light of a thousand dying planets and withdrew a sword swathed in flames brighter than the plasma in the center of a baby star.<br /><br />
“Here, take mine.”<br />.
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-17092748452272291132015-05-28T14:14:00.000-04:002015-06-05T18:23:39.784-04:00Two People Standing at a Crossroads Taking Care of Business<div class="post-format">
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<i>We stood at the crossroads of interplanetary dissonance and quadrilateral harmony. It was nice there. Despite the nomenclature, interplanetary dissonance can sound quite beautiful at times. But Gabriel wasn’t there for the ambiance. He was all business, though his feathers beat in time to the pulsing of the nearest quasar. <br /> </i><br />
<i>“Thuriel, what have you to report?”<br /> </i><br />
<i>“The outer reaches of mortal trimaterial thought processes are secure. There will be no breech from there, Sir.”<br /> </i><br />
<i>“What of the motes of carbon between the toes of the Precambrian era?”<br /> </i><br />
<i>“Tight as a cheerleader’s sweater.”<br /> </i><br />
<i>Gabriel raised an angelic eyebrow at me. “You’ve been spending way too much time on the mortal plane.” He shook his head and somewhere a newborn nebula was blown back into disparate particles. “But this is no time for jests. The demons are poised and ready to strike and we must bar them from objective reality in any way that we can.” </i>
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Jen Haegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314365861869796301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684453041692042593.post-27408065659665223232015-04-05T09:58:00.001-04:002015-04-05T09:58:27.004-04:00Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 35)<div class="post-format">
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Marjorie Loft just wanted a quiet evening at home. She'd unplugged the TV, taken the phone off the hook, and locked the dog in the bathroom. She'd finished her daily housekeeping in record time--dishes, laundry, toilet. Her arthritic hands still ached from the effort.
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It would be worth the pain, she'd thought at the time, to have an hour or two of sedate nothingness at the end of it all. She wouldn't meditate. She wouldn't unwind with a novel. She would simply sit and stare at the wall. It was an activity Marjorie often indulged in, the appeal of which spoke volumes for her deprived childhood. She was looking forward to indulging in it again.
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Then she remembered: next week was her nephew's birthday. With a sigh, she fetched her knitting needles.
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She didn't know why she bothered making presents for him. It wasn't as if they got along. He was, quite simply, a dreadful child. He punched cats, threw rocks at cars, and called his parents the N-word. Once he'd gotten Marjorie arrested at the mall.
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"Help!" he'd squealed, while Marjorie held fast to his wrist and tried desperately to shush him. "I don't know this person! This person is not my mother! Somebody call the police!"
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