Hello and welcome to 2004!! Thanks to ALL you wonderful reviewers!!! I'm so
happy- I'm the third most popular JoA author on the FF site!!! (Not to be
asking for much, but let's see if I can be #1!!!) The #1 right now is 'The
Gift' (which is an AWESOME story, by the way () with 44 reviews. Oh, and
I'm sorry, but I won't be needing a beta tester, sorry if I got your hopes
up!! (
And, without further ado, Chapter 5!!!
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"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!" yelled Adam, exasperated. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS DAMN THING?!?!"
Adam's father stuck his head in the door. "No language like that while I'm around!" he said, gently smacking Adam upside the head. "Just because a sculpture isn't working is no reason to convert to blasphemy!"
Adam stared. "Your word of the week?"
"Smart ass." He mumbled, idling out of the workshop.
Adam turned around and stared at the sculpture he'd been working on- at least, it was supposed to be a sculpture. Right now it look like a 5th grade volcano project after the volcano had blown.
"Work with it, he says." Adam mocked. "I'd like to see him work with it."
"I heard that!" yelled his father.
Adam rolled his eyes and got back to work.
An hour later, he was no better. After 5 attempted sculptures and 5 failures, he needed some help.
He turned on the radio, something he always did when inspiration failed him.
He was taken aback by the song that played.
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Joan turned through the music book, something she hadn't done in years.
"Songs, songs... so many songs...." she mumbled.
Suddenly, she saw one that got her attention. 'Angel, by Sarah MacLachlan' (did I spell that right?!?!)
She hummed the tune softly, and, after getting a feel for the melody, she began to softly sing it.
"In the arms of the angel... fly away from here... from this dark, cold, hotel room... and the things that you have feared. You were pulled from the wreckage... of your silent reverie... you're in the arms of the angel... may you find... some comfort here."
Joan knew she liked it before she even started singing it.
"Hey, was that you singing?"
Joan turned around to see Kevin.
"What are you doing home???" She blurted out.
"I had the early shift today." He said. "So was that you?"
"Um, yeah." She said sheepishly. "Do I suck?"
He shook his head. "No. You're really good. Are you entering a contest or something?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
An idea seemed to be forming in Kevin's head. "Maybe we should... tell someone. Namely Dad."
Joan's eyes bugged out. "Why???" she gasped.
Kevin held up his hands. "Cool it, Joan. There's some logic involved."
"And I thought Luke was the brains of the family."
He smiled. "Yeah, so did I. But, seriously, Dad always depended on me to make him proud. 'Get out there and win!' 'Show them what our boy's made of!' all that was before the accident. He never got over the fact that those days were over. And you, Joan, you're really good. You may even win this thing. So maybe we should tell Dad- just so he could have the glory he's missing. Just one more time."
"So what you're saying is that if, by some stroke of luck, I happen to win, Dad would have the glory he's been missing."
"Yeah."
Joan smiled. "This could be fun. Alright, let's do it."
Then she looked down at the flyer, and all her hopes were shattered.
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BWAHAHAHAHA!!! I've heard from many people (especially Termanatrix) that I have evil cliffhangers. May I also add that the aforementioned Termanatrix SUGGESTED them to me!!!
Tune in next time!!
~Kistra Kat
And, without further ado, Chapter 5!!!
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"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!" yelled Adam, exasperated. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS DAMN THING?!?!"
Adam's father stuck his head in the door. "No language like that while I'm around!" he said, gently smacking Adam upside the head. "Just because a sculpture isn't working is no reason to convert to blasphemy!"
Adam stared. "Your word of the week?"
"Smart ass." He mumbled, idling out of the workshop.
Adam turned around and stared at the sculpture he'd been working on- at least, it was supposed to be a sculpture. Right now it look like a 5th grade volcano project after the volcano had blown.
"Work with it, he says." Adam mocked. "I'd like to see him work with it."
"I heard that!" yelled his father.
Adam rolled his eyes and got back to work.
An hour later, he was no better. After 5 attempted sculptures and 5 failures, he needed some help.
He turned on the radio, something he always did when inspiration failed him.
He was taken aback by the song that played.
**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~
Joan turned through the music book, something she hadn't done in years.
"Songs, songs... so many songs...." she mumbled.
Suddenly, she saw one that got her attention. 'Angel, by Sarah MacLachlan' (did I spell that right?!?!)
She hummed the tune softly, and, after getting a feel for the melody, she began to softly sing it.
"In the arms of the angel... fly away from here... from this dark, cold, hotel room... and the things that you have feared. You were pulled from the wreckage... of your silent reverie... you're in the arms of the angel... may you find... some comfort here."
Joan knew she liked it before she even started singing it.
"Hey, was that you singing?"
Joan turned around to see Kevin.
"What are you doing home???" She blurted out.
"I had the early shift today." He said. "So was that you?"
"Um, yeah." She said sheepishly. "Do I suck?"
He shook his head. "No. You're really good. Are you entering a contest or something?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
An idea seemed to be forming in Kevin's head. "Maybe we should... tell someone. Namely Dad."
Joan's eyes bugged out. "Why???" she gasped.
Kevin held up his hands. "Cool it, Joan. There's some logic involved."
"And I thought Luke was the brains of the family."
He smiled. "Yeah, so did I. But, seriously, Dad always depended on me to make him proud. 'Get out there and win!' 'Show them what our boy's made of!' all that was before the accident. He never got over the fact that those days were over. And you, Joan, you're really good. You may even win this thing. So maybe we should tell Dad- just so he could have the glory he's missing. Just one more time."
"So what you're saying is that if, by some stroke of luck, I happen to win, Dad would have the glory he's been missing."
"Yeah."
Joan smiled. "This could be fun. Alright, let's do it."
Then she looked down at the flyer, and all her hopes were shattered.
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BWAHAHAHAHA!!! I've heard from many people (especially Termanatrix) that I have evil cliffhangers. May I also add that the aforementioned Termanatrix SUGGESTED them to me!!!
Tune in next time!!
~Kistra Kat