ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #8
Date: 6/16/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... you, he wanted me to do it. I haven't, and I won't, tell anyone." Jade is furious that Freddie would just give out their secret to Carly without checking with her first, but he knew Carly far better than she did, so maybe she was a good secret keeper. "I'm pretty sure Tori knows," Jade said taking a deep breath. "Neither of us told her, but the way she's been acting, really makes me think she knows." "Look, Jade… I don't know you well, but I know Freddie. He and I both know the struggles of growing up with only one parent. I mean, I basically did without both of mine for a while." "But look at Spencer… he had to play both roles but you turned out just fine… I guess." "Yeah…" Carly said, smiling and shaking her head. "But he never had 'the talk' with me, no matter how hard he tried. He was completely unprepared and if we ever have the chance, I should tell you the first period story… Spencer's a sweetheart, and my br*ther, and the best guy I have ever met in my life, but an older br*ther, or even a single parent, is no replacement for having both. Your k*d… You and Freddie's ch*ld… it shouldn't have to find that out first-hand." Jade took another look at the photograph, and saw the bright white smile across her face as she first realized what true love felt like. She lightly touched her cheek, and then smiled up at Carly. * * * Col. Steven Shay was cursing non-stop under his breath for Singer leaving, while all these ...
... supplies he had borrowed, bow lay all over the front of the inn. There were traps, tool boxes, rope, and all sorts of odds and ends. It took a good three trips, but Shay had almost brought all the stuff back down to the basement, and he quickly realized that he was working up a sweat. Must be getting old, he thought as he made his last trip down. The heat was certainly palpable in the basement as he moved around, looking for a free spot to put these old saws and ropes. In fact, he was so distracted that he didn't notice a piece of fishing line across part of the walkway. He fell very fast and very hard, his face hitting the box of saws, one of which slashed his face as tried to brace his fall, and try as he might, he landed on his face, shattering his nose on impact. Shay turned over quickly, his vision blurred and from the way he had lost all sense of balance or bearing, he feared he might have sustained a concussion, feeling the gush from his nose, bl**d exploding everywhere. His left ankle felt like it was broken, or sprained at best, and tried to find something to assist him in standing with no luck. Above him, he saw a shape moving that was clearly a person, but they didn't look like a person. Their face was not entirely right and their hand was enormous, like a crab claw. Knowing that sounded insane, he shook his head and really looked up, and stared at horror at the truth of the situation. The face was scarred, so he was right about that not looking right, but the crab claw ...