Disclaimer: I own the original Characters, but all of Star Wars is owned by Lucas. I'm making no money off this at all, and I'm not indending to infringe on anyone's copyrights. Please don't sue me... I don't own anything of value anyway.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a fan fic. Please go easy on me, I have no idea what I'm doing. All comments and questions can be directed to kitty_traxx@yahoo.com.
~...~ = private thoughts
*...* = telepathy
Electronic Premonitions
by Kat Traxx
Blue Morning, Blue Morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, Kitten
Doesn't mean you have to be alone
-Counting Crows - A Murder of One
Her eyes were blurry and to the point of burning as she stared at the computer screen for what seemed like the millionth hour that night. The storm raged to new heights and over the radio she could hear hurricaine warnings cropping up in all the surrounding parishes. Katrina worried briefly about her hard-drive, as she had stolen the surge protector earlier that evening so she could run the coffee pot and the microwave at the same time. The roof creaked a bit and she heard the steady pling pling of water leaking in and dripping into several of the large pots she had scattered all about her old house to collect the leaks. Katrina sighed and stared back at the screen, numbness starting to slide over her brain as she tried to decipher what she was writing. English homework was usually her favorite, but lately she was suffering from severe writers block. After a few moments she slapped down her notes and stomped off to restart the coffee pot. Mid-terms were due in three days and finals aren't far behind those.
~How in the hell am I going to pass this semester if I can't write a simple paper?~ Katrina thought to herself.
Her large grey tabby cat was streatched out on top of her alter, and Katrina scritched her ears as she drifted past her on the way into the kitchen. Samantha purred and rolled over, it never ceased to amaze her how Sam could do that and not even nudge a single thing on her humble makeshift alter when she did it. She poured fresh water in the cup and dumped the last of the coffee into the filter before starting the coffee pot up. The microwave was next to see use as Katrina popped in the last of her ramen packages. She wrote herself a note to go to the grocery store the next day and tacked it to the fridge. The rythmic drops of water into the pots and pans lulled her to a half sleep as she waited for her food to cook, and she was brought around by the ding of the microwave ending it's cook cycle.
Katrina grabbed her food and wandered back into her living room, sitting in the now all too familiar desk chair. The cursor on the screen blinked at her almost mockingly, as she stared at the screen. Samantha hopped off the alter, smelling food, and took up a new position in Katrina's lap. Samantha purred and kneeded her legs as Samantha stared hungrily at the dinner/breakfast.
"Forget it Sam, you know where your food bowl is... and it is most definatly not in my hands right now." Katrina told her with an amused tone to her voice.
Samantha wasn't so much Katrina's cat, as her roommate. Samantha showed up on her doorstep about a week after Katrina moved in, and made herself right at home. Katrina welcomed her in and don't know what she would have done without her all this time. Sam plays many roles in Katrina's life, lap warmer, alarm clock, confidante, and most importantly, friend. She sniffed indignantly at the comment about her foodbowl, but stayed where she was, curled on Katrina's lap. The cursor continued to taunt her from it's position on the page, and frustrated she opened the web browser and looked up some of her favorite fan fiction sites. Katrina made excuses to herself about insperation and needing a break, but she knew she was just stalling. She read story after story, sniffling on the sad ones, laughing at the silly ones, but always Katrina could see the stories unfold like watching a movie in her head.
~Maybe this was just the ticket for removing my writer's block.~
Katrina glanced at the clock and gasped when she saw it was already 3am.
~Oh great! I have nothing done and I don't even know where to begin.~
"Goddess save me from stupid homework!" Katrina cried out, as she bonked her head against the moniter repeatedly.
If she hadn't have closed her eyes, she might have noticed the odd light coming from the next room. She might have been more aware of the glow changing in the moniter itself. As it was Katrina was startled beyond all belief when Samanta jumped up to all fours on her lap and hissed at the computer before making a mad dash for under the bed. Katrina stood up rapidly and saw the odd blue glow coming from the moniter just before the bolt of lighting struck.
"What the....?"
Then she screamed as the blackness closed around her and she fell.
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To be continued.......
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a fan fic. Please go easy on me, I have no idea what I'm doing. All comments and questions can be directed to kitty_traxx@yahoo.com.
~...~ = private thoughts
*...* = telepathy
Electronic Premonitions
by Kat Traxx
Blue Morning, Blue Morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, Kitten
Doesn't mean you have to be alone
-Counting Crows - A Murder of One
Her eyes were blurry and to the point of burning as she stared at the computer screen for what seemed like the millionth hour that night. The storm raged to new heights and over the radio she could hear hurricaine warnings cropping up in all the surrounding parishes. Katrina worried briefly about her hard-drive, as she had stolen the surge protector earlier that evening so she could run the coffee pot and the microwave at the same time. The roof creaked a bit and she heard the steady pling pling of water leaking in and dripping into several of the large pots she had scattered all about her old house to collect the leaks. Katrina sighed and stared back at the screen, numbness starting to slide over her brain as she tried to decipher what she was writing. English homework was usually her favorite, but lately she was suffering from severe writers block. After a few moments she slapped down her notes and stomped off to restart the coffee pot. Mid-terms were due in three days and finals aren't far behind those.
~How in the hell am I going to pass this semester if I can't write a simple paper?~ Katrina thought to herself.
Her large grey tabby cat was streatched out on top of her alter, and Katrina scritched her ears as she drifted past her on the way into the kitchen. Samantha purred and rolled over, it never ceased to amaze her how Sam could do that and not even nudge a single thing on her humble makeshift alter when she did it. She poured fresh water in the cup and dumped the last of the coffee into the filter before starting the coffee pot up. The microwave was next to see use as Katrina popped in the last of her ramen packages. She wrote herself a note to go to the grocery store the next day and tacked it to the fridge. The rythmic drops of water into the pots and pans lulled her to a half sleep as she waited for her food to cook, and she was brought around by the ding of the microwave ending it's cook cycle.
Katrina grabbed her food and wandered back into her living room, sitting in the now all too familiar desk chair. The cursor on the screen blinked at her almost mockingly, as she stared at the screen. Samantha hopped off the alter, smelling food, and took up a new position in Katrina's lap. Samantha purred and kneeded her legs as Samantha stared hungrily at the dinner/breakfast.
"Forget it Sam, you know where your food bowl is... and it is most definatly not in my hands right now." Katrina told her with an amused tone to her voice.
Samantha wasn't so much Katrina's cat, as her roommate. Samantha showed up on her doorstep about a week after Katrina moved in, and made herself right at home. Katrina welcomed her in and don't know what she would have done without her all this time. Sam plays many roles in Katrina's life, lap warmer, alarm clock, confidante, and most importantly, friend. She sniffed indignantly at the comment about her foodbowl, but stayed where she was, curled on Katrina's lap. The cursor continued to taunt her from it's position on the page, and frustrated she opened the web browser and looked up some of her favorite fan fiction sites. Katrina made excuses to herself about insperation and needing a break, but she knew she was just stalling. She read story after story, sniffling on the sad ones, laughing at the silly ones, but always Katrina could see the stories unfold like watching a movie in her head.
~Maybe this was just the ticket for removing my writer's block.~
Katrina glanced at the clock and gasped when she saw it was already 3am.
~Oh great! I have nothing done and I don't even know where to begin.~
"Goddess save me from stupid homework!" Katrina cried out, as she bonked her head against the moniter repeatedly.
If she hadn't have closed her eyes, she might have noticed the odd light coming from the next room. She might have been more aware of the glow changing in the moniter itself. As it was Katrina was startled beyond all belief when Samanta jumped up to all fours on her lap and hissed at the computer before making a mad dash for under the bed. Katrina stood up rapidly and saw the odd blue glow coming from the moniter just before the bolt of lighting struck.
"What the....?"
Then she screamed as the blackness closed around her and she fell.
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To be continued.......