Mini-Bitz

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Well, this is a lil place for you obsessed authors and enthusiastic writers to place bits of scenes, dialogue or what have you that you come up with which don't necessarily fit with any story/fiction being written but you just wanted to share with the rest of us.

Its primarily a way of getting ideas in the open and, in theory, it might be a resource for helping those with a bad case of writers block to, well, unblock! *lol*

So, whatever your segment (preferrably Stranded related but it doesn't necessarily have to be) just post it here.

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And, enjoy!!
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[Endymion]

This is a discarded segment from Part Three - Chapter Eight. I had to rewrite it

Below decks, Jacob groaned and pushed himself up off the floor slowly. The right side of his face ached, as did his stomach and ribs. His left shoulder throbbed where Harris had all but wrenched it from its socket and both knees had hit the floor hard when he was flung to the ground. Jacob knew without looking that he would be bruised for a while.

Around him, the hold smelt faintly of old rum and stale spices. It was a smell with which Jacob was familiar and comfortable – he often imagined that it was the remnant of the days when the Albatross had belonged to the kindly Captain Quirk. A dim light suffused the relatively large space from above and as he sat up, Jacob could see a few barrels stacked in a corner. Some held water, Jacob guessed. Others had dried food. He looked toward the hatch as he heard Pickle’s voice raised but the words were unintelligible.

Rubbing his sore knees, Jacob looked around himself a little more. It was surprising that the hold was this empty. In Blunt’s day, this area would have borne more supplies and liberated belongings that the crew knew what to do with. When left to his own devices, a rare moment of free time aboard the ship, Jacob would sometimes wander down below and root through the contents. He always felt vaguely guilty about them profiting to the detriment of others and wondered what the people who had owned such things had been like. Would they be able to put their lives back together after losing their belongings? But, he had come to the conclusion that there was nothing to be done for it once the deeds had been enacted. Blunt had been very specific about keeping Jacob as far from some parts of the life as he could. That was something his family would never understand, could never see Blunt as he had seen the man or believe he was capable of compassion, so he kept the events of those seven years to himself. Up until he was twelve, Jacob held out hope that they would moor on an island or raid a port town somewhere and he would happen across his beloved parents and siblings. But in three long, difficult years, nothing had happened. There was no miraculous discovery nor any sign of the Endymion or her fate. And the hope, his faith in a benevolent God all but died. Perhaps they had gone back to England, or been picked up and taken on to the penal colony, but Jacob knew in his heart that neither circumstance was probable. So he stopped searching and resigned himself to the fact that he was the only survivor from his family.

From above came the sound of footsteps. Jacob stood quickly and stood back against the wall beside the steps as the hatch opened. The captives from above trooped down into the hold and assembled in groups around the room. Jacob was quick to notice most of the sailors would not get within five feet of him, given a choice. The Montrose arrived, followed, mercifully in turn by Fritz, Sarah and Ernst. Sarah threw her arms around Jacob and he winced at her grasp, his injured ribs protesting loudly, but he returned her relived hug all the same. James joined them also.

“Are you alright?” She asked as Fritz and Ernst gathered around him.

Ernst frowned at the livid red mark along his brother’s right cheekbone. “What happened?”

Jacob nodded in response to his sister’s question and then regarded his brother. “I was baiting Pickles.” He said quietly with a wry smile.

“Why did you do that, boy?” Montrose asked, adding himself to the huddle after checking on his men. “You could have left well enough alone.”

Jacob met the captain’s curious yet wary gaze evenly. “Pickles would have recognised me easily, Captain. I couldn’t risk him noticing Sarah as well. We both know what he would do to her. So I distracted him.”

Sarah looked pained that he would suffer such a beating just to protect her. She touched his arm and he winked at her with an indulgent smile. “My world is not yours.” He said softly.

Fritz looked around. “We only have a short time to consider Pickles’ proposal.” He stated calmly, satisfied that his baby brother was alright for the present. “We have to think of a way out.”

“Proposal?” Jacob repeated curiously.

“Yes. Pickles offered amnesty to all those who would join his crew and serve under him as captain.” Ernst said plainly. “And death to those who will not. He’s giving us until we stop at the next island to decide.”

Surprisingly, Jacob smiled. “I thought the crew looked a little sparse. Pickles is getting desperate if he trusts naval men to serve him.”
“A desperate man can be manipulated.” James contributed.

“You’re thinking like a pirate, lieutenant.” Jacob commented.

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And this is just a segment of Jake's inner thoughts at the moment of discovering his family alive and well... it not finished but my intermittent internet means I have to try to upload ASAP... The dialogue was done from memory so it might not be 100% accurate. *lol*
And I hope you don't mind me borrowing Mohito from you, Random...

Jake‘s heart was thumping hard as he walked up the beach behind his Captain. First the necklace, then smoke from some kind of camp or settlement and now that tune. He has last heard his elder brother playing that on board the ship before the storm took it, Ernst and the rest of his family to their doom. He had eventually accepted his family were lost when the Endymion foundered, he had ceased looking. But now? Now he was not so sure.

Two black Labrador dogs raced over to them, not barking or fierce but almost playful. They were gentle beasts and he sincerely hoped Blunt wouldn’t harm them. And he thankfully did not. As Mohito and Dalang slipped ropes around the dog’s muzzles and made a makeshift harness and lead from their ropes, a simple and effective solution which prevented the creatures from either barking or biting, Jake turned and scanned the forest above them on the cliffside, quite sure they were being observed. Then, before he could make anything more of his odd sensation, the crewmen set off as one along the beach, actually led by the dogs who clearly wanted the visitors to meet their master or mistress.

Dalang and Mohito were leading the safely tethered hounds, Pickles and Roberts and the others seemed to be salivating at the smell of food cooking. Though he had idly noticed Jake’s reaction earlier, the Captain was now thoroughly fixated on thoughts of finding the gold he had determined had to be here. No-one was paying him too much attention and he returned to his thoughts. The necklace - could it really belong to his mother? Had she survived the sinking of the ship? And that music – perhaps Ernst had survived also. Both his mother and one of his brothers might be alive after all these years! Jacob found the hope that this might be true far too much to bear and he quickly suppressed it, lest he be disappointed.

Yet the thought bubbled forth once more as they rounded a stand of trees and their group sighted a wonderfully constructed building of wood and twine. Looking like a house on stilts, which was essentially what it was Jake surmised, this magnificent mansion looked to have weathered a number of years. A water wheel turned lazily by itself under the waters of a presumably natural stream from the jungle-laden hills behind.

The dogs were wriggling excitedly and pulling the men holding them toward the people Jake could now see inside a sheltered section of the building. They turned as they heard people approaching, and the music cut off abruptly. Three men and two women gathered together as the group came to a halt a few feet from the family. Jacob froze as Roberts passed in front of him and off to one side

“Well well, what a place you’ve made for yourselves, you Robinsons.” Blunt commented as he approached the assembled man and women. ‘Robinson’ Jakes mind echoed, adding a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Mother was quite impossibly wearing the same dress he remembered her in all those years before. She looked little older, thinner of face but no less beautiful for it, standing as she was at the head of the group with a man at her shoulder who surely could only be his father. This rangy man before them was not the same man in Jake’s head. The wild, dark beard and tanned, bared chest were alien. The two men flanking his parents were obviously his brothers which meant the pretty young woman who was left must surely be his sister, Sarah. His mind was reeling and he had not heard Blunt’s words to his family. Family.

“How likely appropriate because I’ve brought you a present.” Blunt was saying, walking back toward Jake and raising his voice as if he were some kind of circus ringmaster. “You left ‘im a boy now I give you the man.” Blunt announced. Jake felt his shaky legs drawing him closer to the people who, up until a few hours ago, had been dead to him.

His mother was the first to recognise him. “Jacob?” She asked and upon recognising her own flesh and blood, drove forward from his father’s arms “JACOB!” She all but screamed, trying valiantly to get to him only to be caught and thrown back to his father’s arms by two of the men. ‘Jacob’ was a name used rarely these days. He always preferred ‘Jake’, or Blunt’s affectionate ‘Jakey’. Should he be called Jacob, he was clearly in some kind of trouble. Perhaps that was the case here?

Now that he could see the stunned faces of his family, he began taking in as much detail as he could. They all looked older, as he assumed he himself did, and they looked well fed and healthy. Slowly, he looked from one to the other. Aside from the changes in his mother and father, he knew his siblings were also different. Fritz was now tall and muscular and wore his hair loose about his shoulders. The last Jake remembered was short hair on both his brothers. He sported just the tiniest trace of stubble on his top lip. And Ernst, still clutching a set of pipes, was skinnier yet still sturdily built. And Sarah. Sarah was no longer the little girl in his mind’s eye. She was a curvaceous, dark-haired woman. Jake felt himself wobble slightly on his feet as his head became light and unfocussed and he began to feel nauseous. It was all so much to take in. At most, he had thought he might see his mother and one of his brothers. But all of them were alive, well and living in apparent luxury.

A hand dropped to his shoulder. “Now then, Jakey. Go and secure the launch.” His Captain suggested in the gentle, kindly tone that he reserved for Jake alone. Perhaps Thomas guessed the kind of turmoil he was feeling. The quiet order took a moment to sink through the swirling confusion in Jake’s head, but when it hit him, Jake began to turn.

“Come to your family, Jacob!” His father called. Jake remembered that voice when his father had told him bible stories before bed. But he continued walking, keeping his legs stiff to prevent them giving way beneath him. He could no more obey that voice than he could allow his true weakness to show in front of the other men. His emotions might be churning, but they had no hold over what his body was doing. His body was doing what Blunt wanted him to do, as it had done for as long as he could remember. He wondered vaguely why the launches needed securing at all, but a man did not question his Captain on such matters.

The Captain’s response was both comforting and slightly ominous. “Ahh, but you see Jake has been with his family this last seven years, Robinson. Top Hand.” He gloated. As he disappeared around the stand of trees which had first revealed the stilted house – dear God had it only been a few minutes before? – Jake heard a terrified scream and a triumphant cry from Roberts. The rest of the conversation was lost to him as he obediently made for the launches.

The coast was calm, waves washing up around the white sands of the cove. But Jake only half-recognised the beauty of the scene as he rummaged beneath one of the seats in the launch and pulled out a small, tightly bound fabric bag. This he slid beneath the overhanging leaves of a bush.

Now he was away from the excitement, back to the menial, mindless task of tying the launch to a tree near the short using the long rope tied to the hook on the bow, he began to think a little clearer.

Pushing his emotions into the small place in his mind reserved for them, he began to ponder. His family were alive. They were well. They had been in that place for a long time. The size and apparent luxury of the stilted house proved they had spent much time building their home.

Time they could have spent trying to find him. A small sliver of anger slid through his emotional barrier. He has wasted years trying to find them, searching every port and island for news of them when all this time they had been in the lap of luxury on an idyllic island. His placid expression melted away and he frowned, seething. And they had lived from the bounty of the land in peace and surrounded by loved ones while he had endured some of the most horrifying things imaginable, and some which were beyond the imagination of many, with no-one but Blunt for support.

He yanked hard at the rope as his usually tightly reined temper broke loose momentarily. So God had finally reunited them. For what purpose? The taunt him and show his the life he could have had?!

Jacob stalked away from both the launch and the shore. He had half a mind to simply row back to the Albatross alone and leave them to their happy life without him. But even now, his temper was dying away as reason reasserted calm acceptance into his being. Already the shock of the discovery was wearing off. And perhaps they only appeared to have had the easy life, here. And maybe they had gone looking for him? The ocean was so large that the chances of them finding one small boy in the myriad of islands and such likes were infinitesimal.


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[Endymion]

This is more or less taking up from the previous segment...And thanks for the ideas, Random! *hugz*

Jake wandered back toward the tree house belonging his family. He was calmer of mind now and growing a little curious about how they had survived. However, his stomach churned nervously as the began to wonder if they could ever accept him. They seemed to be desperate to have him with them, but how could they know the things he had seen and done. Would they even want him if they knew? He paused in his ruminations as he came in sight of the house. Already his crewmates were festooned around the house, much to the obvious chagrin of his family.

"Are you alright, Jakey lad?" Blunt greeted.

Jake nodded slowly. "I think so, Captain. I can hardly believe it, though."

"Aye lad. Aye" Blunt held onto Jake's shoulder gently but firmly. Both of them looked over to the table where the family meal had been held. Now, three pirates lounged in the chairs and gorged themselves on the remnants of roast suckling pig and the pomegranate wine "The lads haven't eaten the like for some time." Blunt commented quietly. "And that family of yours will provide for us all."

Jake, who had been watching his mother serving food to another group of rowdy pirates up on a balcony, looked across at Blunt. "We're staying?"

"We need a place to hide. And here we can have some of those home comforts we've been missing." Blunt reasoned low and calm. "But we won't be having too many home comforts, will we Jakey?" Blunt fixed the boy with a meaningful look.

Jake's brow twitched as he searched for Blunt's meaning. Sometimes the captain could be too enigmatic for his own good. When the hidden implication struck him, Jake's frown cleared. "N....no sir."

"And there are things your mother doesn't need to know. Dangerous things."

Jake nodded quickly. If his family were party to this "dangerous knowledge", they could be in more danger than they were already.

"I understand, Captain." Jake said softly.

Blunt smiled and clapped Jake on the back companionably. "Come on then. Lets partake of some real food instead of rice and dry meal, eh, lad?!" The two of them set out to rejoin their fellows.

Gawd, I lurve writing Jake segments!
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[Endymion]

Just an idle, random occurrence which hit my brain.... short but sweet. Well, I'll have to come back and add to it 'cause I'm popping out in a few minutes.

LATER: Baack! This is probably set sometime during the transition period between Blunt's death and being accepted into his family.

And, of course, this is as an apology to everyone for being so lax in the Stranded part 3 department - I'm hoping a little Sarah/Jacob sweetness might tide you good people over while I get around to the next chapter.

Rest assured Random and Movie, I've not forgotten but I'm on a deadline with another project right now. *hugz to ya both*
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"Has anyone seen Jacob this morning?" Lara asked, placing the many bowls of fruit on the table as Emily trailed behind carrying the honey and roots.

"No mother."Ernst said, suddenly looking around as if he had only just realised Jacob was missing.

"I'll check his room." Sarah said quickly, hurrying off before anyone else could volunteer to do so.

She raced up the ladder and peeked through the window of the boys room...the bed was made and the blanket was folded in its center. Had Jacob done that or had it not been slept in? He had been so very quiet at supper last night. He didn't utter a single word and ate sparingly.

Sarah's mind began running through the possibilities. Had he changed his mind and decided to try to meet up with Pickles and the other pirates. Surely not that, not after the things that had happened? Where else could Jacob be?

A sudden inspiration hit her and she ran along the rope bridge to the far side of Falcon's Nest, descended the steps at the end. She looked back at the breakfast table but all there seemed to be occupied. Satisfied, she headed into the forest.

After a few minutes, she came to the clearing that Jacob had taken a shine to - and found that her hunch had proved correct. Jacob was sitting with his back to her and was looking at the hastily erected grave markers for each of his fallen crew mates. Sarah slowed, coming to a halt a few feet behind her brother.

"I thought I might find you here." She said softly in order not to scare him.

Jacob didn't move or react in anyway. Sarah took a step forward. "Jacob? Are you alright?" She asked as she took one more step and crouched beside him. He had his knees drawn almost up to his chest and had his arms wrapped around them. That position must have hurt his injured ribs somewhat but he didn't seem to show it. "Jacob?"

He turned his head slowly, his implacable expression firmly in place. He looked up at her and a measure of warmth softened his gaze. He looked away quickly without saying a word. Taking this as an invitation, Sarah sat down beside him. She looked Jacob over worriedly. There was the hint of light stubble sprouting on his cheek and he seemed very tired. His skin was pale and there were dark circles in evidence beneath his eyes. He didn't turn toward her again and the slightly uncomfortable silence between them stretched.

"I'm thinking you didn't sleep well last night." Sarah said quietly after a while.

Jacob sighed, deeply and from the heart, before wincing momentarily. "I couldn't sleep. I kept seeing their faces." He said finally without looking at his sister. "Theirs.... the captain's." He pressed his lips together as if to stop himself from talking and Sarah noticed that the mask had slipped. She saw pure grief on his face - the pain there almost broke her heart.

She leaned across and placed her arm about his shoulders, shuffling closer until their hips were almost touching then pulling him closer. "I'm so sorry." She lamented. "For all of this."

Jacob did look at his sister this time and the barest hint of a smile graced his dry, split lips. "It wasn't your fault. It was no-ones fault except perhaps mine." He replied slowly and with great consideration. Then, much to Sarah's surprise, Jacob leaned away and slipped his arm around her back. "I won't make that mistake again."

The youngest Robinson siblings sat together in the early morning sunlight in silence.

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This is the scene where Pickles chases and attacks Lara, only for her to be saved by Jacob - told from Lara's POV.
Its not up to my usual standard but for a quick scene from memory, it not that bad methinks.
Endymion

Lara Robinson struggled beneath her captor but the pirate Pickles was far too strong for her. Pickles held her by the wrists, keeping the rest of her body pinned to the ground with his own. Far from naive, Lara knew what his intention would be and she knew she would rather die that face such indignity. She used every ounce of her strength to try to unseat her attacker, but Pickles held fast, pausing long enough to administer a hard, stinging, back-handed slap across her face. She refused to cry out as he did so and this only seemed to excite him more.

Just as she thought she was about to lose the battle, help came from an unlikely source. Jacob - her own, dear boy - raced up behind Pickles armed with a large plank of driftwood and brought it down across the other pirates' back with a tremendous force. "Leave her alone!" He cried as the stunned Pickles released his grip. Lara slid herself backwards, watching as Jacob grasped Pickles by the collar and pulled his head back savagely while reaching into the older man's waistband and stealing his pistol.

'So fast', Lara thought. 'He didn't think about what he was doing.' Already, Jacob had thrown Pickles onto his back and was stepping toward her, watching his adversary with keen, dark eyes. He stopped beside her and Lara could now see the changes in her son. He was no child, though this she already knew. The harsh set to his jaw, a jaw which held the barest trace of unshaven flesh, belied the ease with which he had dispatched her attacker. His shoulders, though not broad, were nonetheless muscular and strong, shaped by years of hardship at sea, she surmised. So mesmerised was she with his appearance that it startled her to hear him speak.

"Run." He said in a low, almost converstional tone. Before, his was not a voice that registered with her. But now it hit her. This was not the voice of her child, the gentle little boy she had lost. This was the melodious voice of a man. Soft, of course, but that of a man nonetheless.

Jacob turned to her, dangerously taking his eyes from the prone Pickles, and met hers with some impatience and no small measure of fear. He was risking so much for her, she realised. "Run!" He repeated, louder and far more of an order than a request this time, and turned back to make sure Pickles was still in hand. He was.

In that moment, Lara understood much of the man her little boy had become, yet was left wanting to know so much more. But now was not the time and she began to run, fleeing up the hill toward where she found her husband waiting - he had returned for her. But David had also seen Jacob and called out to their son.

Far below, Jacob turned at the sound of his name. He looked up at his parents, clearly uncomfortable with brandishing a weapon as he was. His gaze lingered on them and Lara realised what a dangerous game they were playing - they were gambling with their son's life even before they could get reacquainted. That was something else she saw in Jacob's eye in that brief moment. She urged David to move, pulling on his arm and breaking the moment in which Pickles could have attacked.

They both turned and fled up the hill. It was but a few moments later when they heard the rapport of the pistol. They both stopped and turned. Lara almost cried out in spite of herself, fearful of what Jacob had felt himself forced to do in order to defend them. Whatever had been done was done, but she prayed silently that the outcome had not been as she imagined.

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This section was supposed to be the continuation of Part Three... Sarah tending her sick, possibly dying brother. But I'm changing the plot somewhat so I don't think I'll have much use for this segment as it stands - plus its not that good really. Can't you just tell I was in the grip of a writers block?!

Still, enjoy!
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Jacob moaned in his sleep and Sarah, who was asleep at his head, woke up with a start and sat up. She was unsure what had wakened her at first, and listened to the sounds of the jungle beasts as they moved around beyond the walls of their sanctuary. She offered a quick glance at Fritz, who was crouched by the door on watch. He met her gaze and glanced at James, who slept on soundly. He nodded, trying to hide a worried look.

Sarah then looked down at Jacob, her youngest brother's face was playing out deeply buried emotions, none of them seemed to be good. He was suffering his nightmares again, and Sarah felt a pang that he still hadn't really told them much of what had happened to him. Just a few vague references and cryptic comments were all they had to go off. And some of his behaviour, of course, seemed odd to them until they began to think of some of the things the young man had faced on his time with Blunt. His head no longer lay on her shoulder – sometime during the night he had shifted himself closer to the fire.

Jacob twitched and whimpered softly, breathing a little faster as the bad dream took hold of him. Sarah leaned over and put a hand on his forehead, feeling the feverish heat. She stroked his hair back gently from his face, rubbing her thumb over the pained creases on his brow, smoothing them. Slowly his movements subsided, though the desperately tired Sarah continued to keep watch and soothe him as best she could. Who knew what horrors he was bearing mute witness to, the dark images of a life so different from the one she and Fritz and Ernst had led. She understood, now, why he has such an unhealthy pattern of sleep. For them, it had been only two or three days of living this terrfiying, violent life and the constant pressure and fear was taking its toll. Impulsively, she placed a gentle kiss on Jacob's forehead and he uttered a small sigh, this one content and far removed from his earlier nightmare.

He seemed at peace once more, for a short time at least, and Sarah took the opportunity to check his wounds after poking the dying embers of the fire with a stick to reignite them. His torn shirt sleeve was coated in dark, dried in blood and she prised the edges apart gingerly, fearful of causing pain and waking her brother. He did not awaken, but stirred slightly. She froze until he settled again. The wound beneath the fabric was dressed with strips from the edge of her dress, but the fresh blood and liquid discharge which had leaked through were in evidence. Perhaps caused partly by his movement or maybe by the shot still left scattered in his arm, the wound was weeping. She wanted to take as a good sign that Jacob's body was expunging the infection but, from behind the makeshift bandages, Sarah could still see the dark, spidery infection in his veins, which were spreading further now. The uppermost had reached almost to his armpit and was curling toward his shoulder. She pulled the torn sleeve together and closed her eyes.

Fritz, from the doorway, took a moment to watch, reading her expression and not liking what it was telling him.

Sarah opened her eyes and unbuttoned Jacob's shirt in order to check the swelling and bruising on the left side of his chest. Sarah had unbuttoned to his naval and just slipped her hand inside to rest above his heart, which did not hammer quite so much now as it had before, when she paused.

“You should be sleeping.” Jacob murmured, regarding her through half-lidded eyes. He blinked a few times to clear his vision. Sarah almost smiled but carried on checking anyway, pulling his shirt open to reveal the livid, purplish bruises once more. The ones across his stomach were yellowing, but those around his ribs and throat were still evidently tender as Jacob flinched at her touch. He moved surprisingly quickly and grasped his sister's wrist in his good right hand. “I've had worse, honestly. I just need some rest.” He assured her tiredly and then shivered. “Please, don't worry.”

But the violence of the shiver had worried Sarah and she closed his shirt gently before tending the fire again, adding the last pits of kindling to bring up the heat. Jacob's head lolled to the side as he watched her, his eyes closing slowly as he watched the flames begin to dance again. He began to drift to sleep once more. Sarah moved around to resume her place by his head when he stopped her with a hand. He indicted for her to lie down, wrapped in James' jacket as she was, she was still cold and Jacob seemed to realise this. She knelt and then lay to Jacob's right side as his breathing deepened once more and curled up next to him for warmth. She felt him shift and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him as she rested her head against the least injured part of his right shoulder that she could find.

Brother and sister fell asleep together in the meagre warmth of the fire.

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[Endymion]

*lmao* Welcome to the gang, vballgirl500! Thankyou so much for your kind words and obvious enthusiasm! Its the simply fantastic reactions like yours which make us want to carry on writing. *hugz*

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Thankyou again for taking the time to come and look around, and read our works.
Take care!
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