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Steetch looked down from the top of the wall and marveled again at how easy it had been to get there. He had hardly had to think of what he was doing, in fact, it was easier to not think about it, but to just decide what he wanted to do, as in reach the top of the wall. He jumped down and out, catching a branch and swinging in an arc, letting go when his momentum was neutralized, and dropping lightly into a crouch on the bedewed lawn.
He remembered with a wry and happy grin how he has spend hours last night, playing out fight sequences from Mortal Kombat IV, with and without various weapons. Of course he couldn't manage the special attacks, heh. That would be cool though, to have the ability to call lightning, or materialize a huge boulder ten feet over an opponent's head.
He didn't need that though when he could already do such awesome manuvers, so quickly.
He wandered up to the pool deck, and found Freaky swimming in his pool, as usual for this time of day. He sat at the patio table and helped himself to the orange juice that was in the pitcher, pouring it into a clean glass, and waiting for Freaky to finish.
Something seemed a little off about the way Freaky was swiming, he seemed to be skim- -ming through the water, and he was swimming faster that he had ever seen him swim before. Faster than it seemed it was even possible. Steetch settled back, relaxing. This was going to be a good one, as usual with Freaky.Consuela brought out breakfast for three, and as if summoned, Hardcase wandered up onto the patio. Freaky had gotten out of the pool, and was walking over to the table. He wasn't even wet! He had slipped on a robe, but his hair was dry, and so was his swimsuit! Steetch made an effort to keep his cool, and let Freaky explain in his own time. Hardcase thanked Consuela for breakfast, and dug in, not having noticed anything strange, having not seen Freaky in the pool.
Steetch began to eat his own breakfast, and for a little while there was no conversation as each of the three friends concentrated on doing justice to the marvelous meal which Consuela had lovingly prepared for them, Huevos Rancheros and fresh tortillas.Freaky also had a strong black coffee, while the other two stayed with the 'Jugo de Naranja', also fresh squeezed. The side of refried black beans just iced the cake, so to speak.
"So, you go first, Steetch. Mine is so amazing that we should let you bask in the glory for a little while at least." began Freaky.
From what little he had already seen, Steetch had no arguments there.
"Well, the short explanation is that my prowess with Video Games has transfered to Real Life" Steetch explained succintly. "Watch what I can do!"
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I'm not really jewish, although I admit, my parents couldn't have picked a more jewish sounding name if they had really really tried. The only part I really hate, is Tiffaney, I mean puleeze. But perhaps they were trying to obfuscate my Mongolian ancestry, Khon is a perfectly respectable name on the steppes. But I am just kidding you, it was my great- great- great grandfather, who was half Chineese and half Mongolian, who gave the name Khon to his decendants. Northern Chineese, you know,...
"You don't think Consuela saw me, do you?" "No, I was watching for that, even if Steetch was totaly absorbed in the freakyness of it all. Of all the freaky things you have done, this just takes the cake. So I need you to tell me, what are you feeling when you do that? It contravines all of the laws of Physics you know. How does it seem to you?" "Yesterday morning, as I was swimming I entered my excercise induced meditative state, and I felt connected to the water. The water seemed...
MONDAY As the three friends entered the main doors of the school, Hardcase slipped her right hand through Steetch's left elbow, her left hand through Freaky's right arm, and with linked elbows muttered from the side of her mouth "Start with your right foot and go!" and launched them into the wizard of oz waltz down the wide hallway. The few fellow students already in the hallway got out of the way, and a few more carefree or daring of their classmates managed to link on the end extending...
After a hard night carving chambers from solid rock, with strange winds blowing rock dust out into the forrest, to settle into drifts, breathing made easier by other strange breezes bringing fresh air to the creative trio, they decided to call it a night. Freaky took his leave, and they promised to meet up at school the next day. Hardcase and Steetch walked to catch a late night bus together, to go catch at least a few hours of sleep before having to face their classes. "I have solved one...
"Axorie, it is nice to meet you. How do you work?" greeted Freaky. It was the weekend again, and the three friends, or was it four, gathered by the pool and enjoyed a nice lunch of sandwiches and iced tea. Well, three at least enjoyed the food, and it wasn't certain that the fourth did not also enjoy it. "i guess you would say i am a manifestation of the collective unconcious" avered Axorie. "sort of a cross between onehundred billion typing monkeys and an ouiji board but with the...
Psst! hey you, author dude. Psst, hey, wake up. Hey, can you hear me Crunchy? huh, wazzit, um let me get my glasses (fumbling around) oh, hey. You woke me up. (stating the obvious) I am here on behalf of your readers. It seems you are brusing the fourth plane. And this little stunt doesn't rip the whole curtain down? Sheesh. I can't believe I was wrecking the story for them, it isn't like it was superrealistic. It isn't like they bought the damn book! Well, I think Hardcase hurt some...
The four friends sat in the secret fortress's large central chamber, and made plans. It was summer break, and next year they would be Juniors. Well, except for Axorie, who had the sum of all knowledge if she wanted to think about it. Mostly, though, she was all about being a teenager, experiencing life as an individual, not as quantum. It was somewhat inconvienent being invisible, not to mention being naked. Freaky got lots of strange looks, well, more than usual, when he insisted that he...
Because Axorie used induced sensation, it always felt like she was touching Freaky's skin directly, and not through his clothing. Freaky tried to concentrate on controling his off-road dirt bike, but the feeling of Axorie's firm, hard soft, warm, resiliant er body pressed against his back, her arms eroticaly entwined about his chest, made it har- er, made it difficult. He manfuly struggled to soldier on, however. They headed up the trails into the hills, a small stock of food, and a large...
"You know, if we were an anime, the fans would say we were total crack." asserted Hardcase. "You haven't been watching anime without me, have you?" retorted Steetch, narrowing his eyes dangerously. It had absolutely no effect, Noone started stuttering and sweating. Actualy, it was a good thing they were not anime, because it would be a real pain writing in the chibi. Oh yeah, oops sorry. "No, I am just saying." Hardcase just said. "So I had a great idea for your sub..." "Don't...
Back to school. All the kids seemed so young, somehow. Having a secret fortress with labs, shops. forges, greenhouses, secret exits, a kitchen and bedrooms with full baths had made their summer seem like they were living as adults, somehow. Although, Steetch still played Video Games on the huge flatscreen TV, beating the figurative pants off of the others. Except for Axorie, who for one didn't wear pants or even panties, and secondly, cheated. It was an interesting thing about Axorie, if she...
There was actualy a reason for Hardcase's sour mood of late. She used to be the know-it-all, before Axorie came along. So when her self-image was displaced as the 'brain', she compensated by increasing her 'tough girl' aspect. Steetch still asked her for trivia information, but Freaky always asked Axorie for any answers he wanted now. Still, inside Hardcase was the same caring, loving, empathic young girl she had always been. That is why she was frusturated that she couldn't get the...
The clouds overhead were lit with a pale reddish orange glow, skidding above on an unseen wind. A gibbous moon, pregnant with danger, peered down like a blind eye, giving the feeling of being watched by some lurking evil. The dark trees waved their branches menacingly, as if to grab the unwary, seeming to reach out with long shadows in the dim pale light of the pulsing moonlight. A slight figure appeared, running into the clearing, looking over it's shoulder anxiously, seemingly fearful of...
"This is it, this is where I want to adventure!" crowed Freaky. "No, we are NOT going to adventure in Gor!" stated Hardcase. "I won't be a slave girl, I will NOT be branded, and I am NOT piercing my nipples!" "Aww..." protested Freaky weakly. Sigh, it had been worth a try, anyway. Axorie changed the screen without comment. A desert caravan, dusky robed guards wielding massive scimitars, overloaded ill-tempered camels trudging along single file. "Too hot." said Hardcase. "Too...
(Ahem.) The next morning, it was decided that Hardcase would go into town dressed in her finest greenery, accompanied by Mr. Bigfoot. Freaky had made stone sabots for those who wanted them, and in Hardcase's case, they had little planters on top, to root her vines in. The vines twined up her legs, and anchored in a wreath about her bluegreen hair. For style's sake, the wreath was adorned with little red berries, and the cunning vine hid all her prurient parts from salacious views. Mr....
Steetch, Axorie and Freaky learned much on their visit to the town. Mostly Axorie, since she would invisibly lurk about interesting conversations, but the young men also gleened useful gossip. The town was a frontier settlement, having started as an outpost a mere century ago, and was surrounded by tiny communities huddled behind their wooden palisades, all within a half a day's journey. Their goddess of the wilderness, who dressed in leaves and often walked beside fierce beasts had held...
"Come, join the Holy Crusade of Thia and Her consort! We march to the wilderness to end the Original's Menace to Her Bounty!" cried the fevered zelot. "No, come and join the Minions of Phantos and His paramor! We salle to battle against the godless Originals!" cried the equally fevered zelot of the other camp. The entire town of Twomby was gathered, in two equally large groups, each prepairing to go forth in the direction their respective god or goddess seemed to be sort of pointing as...
Axorie didn't say 'I told you so!', because, well, honestly, she hadn't. So there is a benefit to being a naysayer after all, the sweet triumph of declaiming "I told you so!". But really, isn't that a hollow sort of satisfaction? Wouldn't a better triumph be to have told them, and had them listen, and follow your advice? That is just how it seems to me, anyway. "You sure told us!, Glad you were around to tell us, otherwise who knows what we might have done?" -Like that ever happens....
So, the next day they all went round to the castle for lunch. They were greet- what? What is that you are clamoring? Hardcase? You want to know how she did in her trials? She lost. So, they were greeted at the door of the castle by the factotum, who instruct- what? Details? Very well. I will tell you exactly what happened to Hardcase. Hardcase was out of her league. They quickly retired the middle range of scholars, and sent in children, children of nine and ten years of age, to match...
"What are we even doing here?" whined Hardcase to Steetch. "Stupid Quests, stupid contests, and we only have three condoms left." "It was your stupid idea to come here. I have been having fun, except for your complaining." savaged Steetch. "Just remember, when we get home, it will still be us, the same people, except you will be still 14, still have to go to school, and you won't be able to drink beer. Or screw around with me unless we are sneeky and do it in the secret fortress."...
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