Friday, February 6, 2009

Inner Demons

As my measly posts here have indicated, I have been flat-out addicted to FaceBook lately. I've never been a fan of dwelling in the past. High school - you could never, ever pay me enough money to go back. And my twirling years, those memories are all locked away tight, only popping up occasionally in scary dreams. But now that I'm on FB, I've hooked up with HS peeps and even peeps from my twirling years. No, I am not saying any of my friends on FB caused me any pain or misery in my previous lives. They just represent previous incarnations of me that I was happy to leave in the distant past. This has put me in a contemplative mood. Does time heal all wounds? Was all my misery only in my head? Am I *gasp* mature?

I raise my glass to you, Inner Demons. !Salud!


Thursday said...

Way to face your past. Good job.

And now for an excerpt from the Angel fanfiction I once wrote that has the same title as this post:

“Is this the Summers’ residence?” he asked.

“Not anymore,” said the voice. “They’ve been hideously murdered in their beds. Call back at a better time.”

“Spike!” gasped Wesley in disbelief, recognizing the voice. “What have you done?” Through the telephone, he heard another voice in the background.

“Spike,” it said, cool and steely. “What are you doing?”

“Answering the bloody phone,” said Spike. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It’s bad enough having you in my house at all,” said the voice. Wesley was relieved to hear that it was Buffy’s. “You stay away from my phone.”

“What are you going to do?” Wesley heard Spike say in a sultry voice. His voice was coming from further away, as if he had lowered the phone. “Beat it out of me?” Wesley heard a soft thud, a sharp intake of breath, and a muffled curse. Then Buffy came on the line.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “Pest control issues. Buffy here.”

one-eared pig said...

:) I love your excerpt, Suzanne!


I was wondering how many other people were dealing with the hs issue with

love your beads.and your blog

mona & the gaffer girls

one-eared pig said...

Thanks, Mona & company!