Passover Knight - ch 9Chapter 9Bugboy Emerges From the MetalThe next day was Friday night dinner, and Steve got a second invasion sorry, invitation. I was grumpy, but only out of habit; I was still riding on the high the shield had given me, so I couldn't really pay attention to mere mortals, like Steve.When Grampa finished the wine prayer, he stood up, holding his goblet high, "I propose a toast; to Mikey, whose virtues will lead him on the path to knighthood." And they all drank to me; I sat there, not managing to keep from grinning. Even Julio smiled at me in approval.It took me a moment to realize there was a silence thundering around the table, as if they were waiting for someone to say something.Everyone had their eyes on me.They were expecting me to say something!
Were they crazy?!
Apparently they were, Kathryn even gave me a little encouraging nod. I gulped and stood up; what could I possibly say? I gave them all a shaky smile and opened my mouth to blurt out whateve
Passover Knight - ch 8Chapter 8FantaphobiaI spent the day doing my best to be charming; it earned me a whole lot of strange-wavering on worried- looks, as well as enough giggles from Roy to last me a lifetime."Will you shut up?!" I squeaked at him after I'd held the door for nearly the whole class, as well as the teacher."What?" He asked, grinning, "I was just wondering if you wanted a tip.""Stuff it. I have to keep doing this crap if I wanna be a knight, which I do, by the way, and you're not helping!" I said, turned towards the door and walked straight into Steve. "Sorry," he said, grinning apologetically, "forgot my paperback copy of The Once and Future King.""Argh!" I shoved past him into the hallway; Roy followed me with his arms folded and his head shaking.At the end of the day I walked tentatively over to Stasheff; sure enough, there was Cal, or Night, or whatever. She looked up at me with big green eyes and mewed a greeting."Hi." I said in a voice that, I admit, sounded strangled.The
My Lady - ch 1My Lady With A Monster Is In LoveChapter 1Over HillI stared at Helen in shock, "Again?!" I squeaked, "what do you mean again?! Was there a pause somewhere in the middle?"She gave me her little self conscience smile-shrug combination. "Little ones." She said."Like when? Between Lunch and Gym?""No, sometimes entire nights; I'd be completely over him for hours at a time
I'd remember what we had together." She gave a sigh that forcefully reminded me of a love-struck Mini Mouse."You had nothing together!" I said, with my signature absence of censoring or tact.Sure enough Helen's face grew very, very pink and her blue eyes started to well up. I'd forgotten how sensitive she was about Dima. Dima the pimple. Dima who had not an inkling of the fact that Helen existed.I didn't know what to say, I never did in these types of situations. I stuttered, "But, oh, well. I don't know," I swallowed, "maybe, maybe you guys do have something and I just can't see it."S
Tortoise SongIf there were a door,Abyss of endless comfort in my mind,My mind,It -- would be as unfound by me, as you,as me unfound by you.Halve the distance, reciprocate,Reciprocal in motion, function,Tell me,Can you feel the friction?Can you feel the nearness, proximity to nothing?You know there's only one thing,ICould never do,The variable below the line prevents me,I'm sorry,Achilles, let the tortoise go.I know.In infinity's never ending swallow never hopeto touch,I, Asymptote.