Neffydd's eyes took in the sights around her but her brain was refusing to properly translate them, preferring, instead to snuggle into the comfortable haze of intoxication this night of recreation had brought.
She slowly swiveled her head toward the left and looked to the floor by the table where Shael was laying.
"Just gotta lay down for a while..." Her slight form was lowered to the flooring with the help Neffydd's best friend, a tree gnome named Dramus and their mutual friend Dehmar.
She felt a tap on her arm and Neffydd swung her head to the right to accept her turn to breathe the incense. The world faded out for a while and Neffydd continued to drink the liquor put in front of her...
The stroke of midnight came and went. There were glasses raised and more liquor consumed. Enlightening conversations that no one would remember later and plans to "do this again".
"I'm here!" A troll yelled from the doorway. "Oh... we're here." His girlfriend shoved him the rest of the way inside.
Neffydd grabbed the bottle of horrible champagne and raised it toward the troll couple. "Do you want some champagne?" she wiggled it in front of them like a worm on a hook. "It's disgusting!"
The troll couple looked at the bottle with trepidation before the guy snatched the bottle away from Neffydd. He turned it over to look at the lable.
"Lemmy see!" He barked and grabbed the cup Neffydd had ready for him. He poured a good draft into the cup, took a generous swig then puckered and winced. "That... is... AWFUL!"
"Yup!" Neffydd beamed at them, "That's why I said it was!" And they drank....
The further the night progressed, the more inebriated they became and, one by one, they dropped out or curled up to sleep somewhere soft.
09 April, 2013
09 February, 2013
Distracted
Neffydd looked down at her input pad and silently cursed the entire lineage of the blasted device.
She should be writing something. It's not like nothing had happened in the month she'd procrastinated... exactly the opposite, in fact! The words simply would not come from her fingers onto the input keys! Grrr...
She vowed to later write of the awesome Year's End party her best friend Dramus threw and the Feast she attended with most of her household... but right now she was simply too distracted by her new social network.
Thezombieclub.org chat chimed for her attention...
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..
...
Yeah... simply too distracted.
She should be writing something. It's not like nothing had happened in the month she'd procrastinated... exactly the opposite, in fact! The words simply would not come from her fingers onto the input keys! Grrr...
She vowed to later write of the awesome Year's End party her best friend Dramus threw and the Feast she attended with most of her household... but right now she was simply too distracted by her new social network.
Thezombieclub.org chat chimed for her attention...
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..
...
Yeah... simply too distracted.
30 December, 2012
More Everyday Public Transit Humor
Neffydd was going to be late for the public transit to The Pit, again, so she started to trot through the brisk winter night. She jogged up to the stop where a Faun and Nymph standing, waiting for the same transit...
Nymph: "Do you need my scarf?"
Faun: "Stop! I'm too sly for that; I'm too sly."
Nymph: "I'm just sayin'; It's really cold."
Faun: "I'm too sly for that! It doesn't fit my image. I'm tryin'a be gangsta, yo!"
Neffydd's thoughts on this were: Eye rolling; 'POSER!' and the term 'sly' is slang for 'homosexual'... How appropriate.
Oh, and by the by: Neffydd knew plenty of 'Gangstas' and 'Hood Rats' who would bundle up in layer upon layer of grandma's knitting just to stay warm.
Just sayin'.
Nymph: "Do you need my scarf?"
Faun: "Stop! I'm too sly for that; I'm too sly."
Nymph: "I'm just sayin'; It's really cold."
Faun: "I'm too sly for that! It doesn't fit my image. I'm tryin'a be gangsta, yo!"
Neffydd's thoughts on this were: Eye rolling; 'POSER!' and the term 'sly' is slang for 'homosexual'... How appropriate.
Oh, and by the by: Neffydd knew plenty of 'Gangstas' and 'Hood Rats' who would bundle up in layer upon layer of grandma's knitting just to stay warm.
Just sayin'.
05 December, 2012
Like He Knew What He Was Doin'
Neffydd listened to the public transport driver and a Gnomish passenger chit-chat about idle things, both trying their hardest to impress a plump Pixie. It became more and more obvious that the Gnome was far outmatched by the chocolate skinned, half Mountain Giant driver as the conversation progressed.
With little gems like: "I was gunna go to Jamaica last year, until I heard that they got the snow that we were supposed to get." and "I don't wanna go to the Bahamas! I'd get stuck in that 'Devil's Triangle'!" How could she do anything but close her eyes, lean her head back and listen to the entertainment?
"Don't get me started on the Bahamas, man!" The driver shook his head. "I really don't want to take a cruise there, now that I heard what happened. Did you hear about that?" The driver must have been as entertained as Neffydd was to be engaging the idiot Gnome again and again.
"Naw... What happened?" The Gnome was predictable.
"I heard it in the news about that cruise captain that abandoned ship when it was sinking and let all the people drown." The driver's voice was dramatically 'stage hushed'.
"What?" Neffydd could almost feel the Stupid oozing out of the Gnome's mouth. "The Titanic?"
The only sound that you could hear in the stunned silence at the front of the transport was the sound of the engines and jaws dropping in disbelief, before the driver burst into peals of amused laughter.
With little gems like: "I was gunna go to Jamaica last year, until I heard that they got the snow that we were supposed to get." and "I don't wanna go to the Bahamas! I'd get stuck in that 'Devil's Triangle'!" How could she do anything but close her eyes, lean her head back and listen to the entertainment?
"Don't get me started on the Bahamas, man!" The driver shook his head. "I really don't want to take a cruise there, now that I heard what happened. Did you hear about that?" The driver must have been as entertained as Neffydd was to be engaging the idiot Gnome again and again.
"Naw... What happened?" The Gnome was predictable.
"I heard it in the news about that cruise captain that abandoned ship when it was sinking and let all the people drown." The driver's voice was dramatically 'stage hushed'.
"What?" Neffydd could almost feel the Stupid oozing out of the Gnome's mouth. "The Titanic?"
The only sound that you could hear in the stunned silence at the front of the transport was the sound of the engines and jaws dropping in disbelief, before the driver burst into peals of amused laughter.
23 November, 2012
Well... That escalated quickly.
One Friday night, not too long ago, Warder Sullens, Neffydd, Sutek, Shael and Jaeredd all went to this neato bar in Armory Square called Al's Wine and Whiskey Lounge. They have a great selection of alcohol that filled the seven foot shelves of the barback spanning a length of around twenty feet. There are couches to sit on and games like jenga to play with as you get schnockered :-D
They drank and played and talked and enjoyed the evening. They closed out the bar then left for Neffydd and Sullen’s place.
When they got home they broke open a bottle of wine but Shael was feeling weepy. (You know, let em cry, give em another drink and in five minutes, all good?) well, they went to Neffydd’s rooms so Shael wouldn't bring the entire party down but Sutek wanted to screw her so wouldn't leave her alone and she went into hysterics.
Neffydd told him to chill and he got violent. (Jaeredd later told Neffydd that Sutek drank a six pack of beers while she was calming Shael.) Warder Sullens escorted him out and they called their cabbie buddy to come get him.
Warder Sullens went to get money for the cab. While he was gone, Sutek broke into the house and started screaming at Neffydd that the cabbie was gonna shoot him... (No one has any clue how that came about...) Tomoe manhandled him back outside because she’d had enough.
Warder Sullens came into the warren through the back way so Sutek wouldn't fight him and they decided to call the cops since Sutek was convinced the cabbie would shoot him. That was when Sutek started kicking the door so hard that the core crushed and it started to buckle.
The cops got there, one stag faun one female pixi. Sutek got into the lady's face and started screaming at her. Ugh... He got a face full of ashfalt then said: "I'm sorry, dude! I didn't mean to resist ya!"
??????? Again, not a one of them had any idea... They finally carted him off at 5:30am after scolding us for giving him alcohol. He's three and a half decades old and his mother wasn’t there. How do they expect random friends to keep him from doing whatever he pleases?
They drank and played and talked and enjoyed the evening. They closed out the bar then left for Neffydd and Sullen’s place.
When they got home they broke open a bottle of wine but Shael was feeling weepy. (You know, let em cry, give em another drink and in five minutes, all good?) well, they went to Neffydd’s rooms so Shael wouldn't bring the entire party down but Sutek wanted to screw her so wouldn't leave her alone and she went into hysterics.
Neffydd told him to chill and he got violent. (Jaeredd later told Neffydd that Sutek drank a six pack of beers while she was calming Shael.) Warder Sullens escorted him out and they called their cabbie buddy to come get him.
Warder Sullens went to get money for the cab. While he was gone, Sutek broke into the house and started screaming at Neffydd that the cabbie was gonna shoot him... (No one has any clue how that came about...) Tomoe manhandled him back outside because she’d had enough.
Warder Sullens came into the warren through the back way so Sutek wouldn't fight him and they decided to call the cops since Sutek was convinced the cabbie would shoot him. That was when Sutek started kicking the door so hard that the core crushed and it started to buckle.
The cops got there, one stag faun one female pixi. Sutek got into the lady's face and started screaming at her. Ugh... He got a face full of ashfalt then said: "I'm sorry, dude! I didn't mean to resist ya!"
??????? Again, not a one of them had any idea... They finally carted him off at 5:30am after scolding us for giving him alcohol. He's three and a half decades old and his mother wasn’t there. How do they expect random friends to keep him from doing whatever he pleases?
18 November, 2012
Here Come the Gremlins
Thump... Slap!.... BANG!
"What are you doing?!" Neffydd asked Warder Sullens as he slapped at the hospital tray table in front of him, jostling his food and drink. He glanced at her quickly with wild eyes then went back to his pursuit.
"I have to catch it or it will keep running around; scares the children." He glanced off to the side and swiped at the empty air in front of him.
"Baby..." Neffydd caught his hand, careful not to jostle the I.V., but he jerked it away. "Hun, there's nothing there." Warder looked at her again with more attention this time.
"What?" He was startled, his eyes wide with fear. "There's a thing on the table... it looks like just a head... and another climbing the cupboard!" He pointed to the cupboard behind her. She dutifully looked at the empty cupboard. There was nothing.
"No baby, there's nothing there..." She looked at her life-mate with concern. This was not a good sign. The surgery had gone well and he was recovering rapidly; but suddenly she wasn't sure he was doing so well at all.
She left to find a nurse, the nurse quickly evaluated him and set in motion a series of evaluations by a string of people that took hours to complete. Finally a doctor from Neurosurgery evaluated him and decided to detox Sullens from all of the narcotic pain relievers, leaving him on acetaminophen and low dose of Fentanyl.
The nurses and Neffydd worked on a solution for better pain relief but could only come up with the use of ice packs to help reduce the swelling on the surgery site.
Neffydd worried, but his recovery wasn't over yet. There was still a lot of time for improvement.
"What are you doing?!" Neffydd asked Warder Sullens as he slapped at the hospital tray table in front of him, jostling his food and drink. He glanced at her quickly with wild eyes then went back to his pursuit.
"I have to catch it or it will keep running around; scares the children." He glanced off to the side and swiped at the empty air in front of him.
"Baby..." Neffydd caught his hand, careful not to jostle the I.V., but he jerked it away. "Hun, there's nothing there." Warder looked at her again with more attention this time.
"What?" He was startled, his eyes wide with fear. "There's a thing on the table... it looks like just a head... and another climbing the cupboard!" He pointed to the cupboard behind her. She dutifully looked at the empty cupboard. There was nothing.
"No baby, there's nothing there..." She looked at her life-mate with concern. This was not a good sign. The surgery had gone well and he was recovering rapidly; but suddenly she wasn't sure he was doing so well at all.
She left to find a nurse, the nurse quickly evaluated him and set in motion a series of evaluations by a string of people that took hours to complete. Finally a doctor from Neurosurgery evaluated him and decided to detox Sullens from all of the narcotic pain relievers, leaving him on acetaminophen and low dose of Fentanyl.
The nurses and Neffydd worked on a solution for better pain relief but could only come up with the use of ice packs to help reduce the swelling on the surgery site.
Neffydd worried, but his recovery wasn't over yet. There was still a lot of time for improvement.
06 November, 2012
Review: How To Tell A Perfect Ghost Story, By: R.C. Gillan
"Hi, Sweetie :-)" Katryni's words popped into Neffyd's mobile com while she was sleeping, "Rich wants you to read his new story. He's interested in seeing what you think."
"Sure ^.^ is that the published one, or another?" Neffydd replied a few hours later when she woke up.
"The published one." Katryni replied right away. "You can find it in my Social Network wall."
Neffydd found the post on Katryni's wall and clicked on the link. She then downloaded an application to her mobile com that would allow her to read the book once she had purchased it.
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/How-To-Tell-Perfect-Ghost/book-YFLTd-x8rE6b91xjewwA_w/page1.html
"OK, I got it." She reported back to Katryni, "This should give me something to read on the way to The Pit tonight!"
"LOL! Good!!" Katryni replied, "It's a short, but a few minutes of good reading. He wants you to tell him what you think, when you're done."
They traded more pleasantries for a bit, then Neffydd started to read. When it was time for dinner to be made, Neffydd found herself wanting to return to the imaginative tale.
The story followed the less than lucky-in-love Terry Barker, who had his heart stomped on and decided to move into the country to heal. As he goes he narrates his experience as a how-to on writing ghost stories and why he should have known better.
He thinks nothing of it when he buys the perfect house for the perfect price and is able to close the deal quickly, as if the home is practically being thrown at him. Everything seems to be going great until strange things start happening in the hot August nights.
Terry's dream home quickly descends into nightmares when a spectral woman starts making nightly visits, then begins to clue Terry into her death-long torture.
Neffydd remained enthralled by the story, several times finding icy chills goosing her spine between her wings. She finished it on the public conveyance and sent her thoughts to Rich:
"The story was captivating and imaginative. It was a quick read, but held onto the spirit of the ghost story very well. I would have added some more descriptions, but what you have sets the scene very well."
:}¥{:
I recommend this story for anyone who needs to pass the time but doesn't want to start a novel. I read it quite thoroughly, to the end, be-cause Rich challenged me to find his one grammatical error. Don't worry, Rich, your error isn't that bad. ;-)
"Sure ^.^ is that the published one, or another?" Neffydd replied a few hours later when she woke up.
"The published one." Katryni replied right away. "You can find it in my Social Network wall."
Neffydd found the post on Katryni's wall and clicked on the link. She then downloaded an application to her mobile com that would allow her to read the book once she had purchased it.
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/How-To-Tell-Perfect-Ghost/book-YFLTd-x8rE6b91xjewwA_w/page1.html
"OK, I got it." She reported back to Katryni, "This should give me something to read on the way to The Pit tonight!"
"LOL! Good!!" Katryni replied, "It's a short, but a few minutes of good reading. He wants you to tell him what you think, when you're done."
They traded more pleasantries for a bit, then Neffydd started to read. When it was time for dinner to be made, Neffydd found herself wanting to return to the imaginative tale.
The story followed the less than lucky-in-love Terry Barker, who had his heart stomped on and decided to move into the country to heal. As he goes he narrates his experience as a how-to on writing ghost stories and why he should have known better.
He thinks nothing of it when he buys the perfect house for the perfect price and is able to close the deal quickly, as if the home is practically being thrown at him. Everything seems to be going great until strange things start happening in the hot August nights.
Terry's dream home quickly descends into nightmares when a spectral woman starts making nightly visits, then begins to clue Terry into her death-long torture.
Neffydd remained enthralled by the story, several times finding icy chills goosing her spine between her wings. She finished it on the public conveyance and sent her thoughts to Rich:
"The story was captivating and imaginative. It was a quick read, but held onto the spirit of the ghost story very well. I would have added some more descriptions, but what you have sets the scene very well."
:}¥{:
I recommend this story for anyone who needs to pass the time but doesn't want to start a novel. I read it quite thoroughly, to the end, be-cause Rich challenged me to find his one grammatical error. Don't worry, Rich, your error isn't that bad. ;-)
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