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Lita Hoile hurried toward the Psychiatric Ward of Munson Hospital as her pager went off for the second time. The colors of mangled innocence were the hardest to endure… for both the victim and the healer. He came lumbering down the corridor: a hulk of a man reeking of old sweat and malt whiskey, features little more than a shadow in Lita's mind. It happened so fast: Bill chugging past her in a blur, launching himself at a silhouette of fire.
The orderlies pulled Sarah's father to his feet and dragged him down the hall, security guard trailing warily behind them.
Lita had known about the eclipse for weeks - vaguely, through half-heard conversations and snippets on the Evening News.
She gave up after a couple of hours and plopped down in front of the TV, ready to soak her brain in something tepid and mindless.
Lita lay awake in bed for a very long time, unable to escape the glow of her own ripening terror. She remembered seeing it on the screen at the beginning of the interview - something foreign, Slavic perhaps. Allendale Lane lay nestled in a middle-class neighborhood less than a mile from the hospital.
Lita walked around the side - past a row of scraggly hedges - saw a crowd gathered in the tiny back yard: men and women, boys and girls huddled together on a carpet of dead leaves. She had her answer, as he stretched out ebony fingers to grasp her hand: Sceadu was no prophet of the Darkness. The old priest hunched in the doorway - more ancient than she remembered - hands quivering with palsy. Someone grabbed Lita's arm and yanked her into the room, pushing the door closed behind her.
Papa Baxter flashed scarlet as the flames tried to burn through enshrouding darkness, but his Light shrank back to a line of burning blood.
Lita spent the rest of the morning working with Sarah, trying to heal the bruises Papa Baxter left behind… feeling her own spirit dim as she watched the little girl sink deeper into the jaws of the eclipse.
She stared at him - not his dying Light, but him - tousled hair and steel gray eyes, hawk nose and quirky grin. Fury kindled deep inside, burning through the fear, rising from that dark abyss into which she felt herself slipping… felt them all slipping.
A new Light bloomed on the horizon: brighter, more glorious than any human mind could fathom. Light beckoned in the distance: a special kind of radiance, requiring a special kind of vision. Don’t ask how both of the earhooks fell off of these earings and I still managed to not lose them because I have no idea. I openend the Jump ring and I stuck the leaf on one end and the hook on the other, then I closed the ring. I opened both of the jump rings and put one side of the earring on one end and the other in the other end and then I closed it. Again this is a charm that needs a jump ring in order for me to string it on to a necklace.
She spotted Bill Meltzer outside one of the examining rooms, face unusually grim, straw-blond hair mussed where he always ran his fingers through it when a tough case had him stumped. The brassy gleam of self-confidence suffused him, surrounding a sickly yellow core of doubt. A little girl crouched in one corner in a faded jumpsuit covered with leering images of Minnie Mouse. Sarah rose on spindly legs, held out the hand that did not have its thumb jammed in her mouth. Lita steered her down the corridor toward the Cafeteria, scanning for the first glimmer of trouble. She grabbed a Diet Coke and a bag of stale pretzels, went straight to her Mac, and dove into the Net, surfing for anything she could find on the eclipse. A nightmare chased her out of fitful slumber well after midnight, snapped her eyes open as she struggled to untangle sheets grown clammy with her sweat. Lita passed them on the way to work: a parade of zombies with blank, black crescents slicing through their Inner Light. A wedge of darkness curved along her side, leering at Lita like the sideways grin of some toothless demon. That self-proclaimed prophet from the Evening News, he saw it too: the knowledge had been there, hidden in his spooky eyes. She walked it, to give herself time to think about what she would say… about how crazy she would sound if this man's particular vision did not coincide with her own. She stumbled past Sceadu's startled neighbors, past their barking dogs and squealing children. He peered at her from behind glasses ridiculously thick, making his eyes look like a pair of watery amoebas trapped beneath the lens of a microscope. Lita spent most of it wrestling with blankets that offered no warmth at all, sobbing into the darkness… watching it eat away at her. Doctors, nurses, orderlies, patients all moved in a languid fog, as if the darkness had filled their limbs with sludge. A week ago he would have argued and cajoled, refused to give her peace until she surrendered. Lita swung her eyes toward the bed, saw the tiny figure buried in a nest of pillows: wide brown eyes staring blankly past both of them, little mouth sucking fiercely on a thumb. She worked through lunch, devoid of appetite, focused her remaining strength on breaking through Sarah's shell of silence while counting the hours - the minutes - until totality. Just before three, Bill Meltzer popped his head inside the door and tried to smile, his Light a mere flicker of blue and yellow. At least forty of the Hospital staff sat, stood, or lay up there already, with a few of the ambulatory patients sprinkled among them. You taste so very sweet, as I knew you would, but perhaps I'll start with the choicest morsel first. She dragged the child after her, stumbled toward that lone, unblinking star, knowing there would be no other chance. It streamed from her in all directions, crackling through the void, sheathing other souls in incandescent armor. It swelled across the sky, boiling away shadows, chasing Darkness back into Its lesser Kingdom.
Open the jump ring and stick one part on one side and the other and the other side, then close. The EndHEADLINES FROM THE YEAR: 2059 Ozone created by electric cars now killing millions in the seventh largest country in the world, Mexifornia, (formerly California)White minorities still trying to have English recognized as Mexifornia's third language. Brown hair drooped across her face in greasy tangles, wide brown eyes oblivious to the presence of another stranger.
A commotion erupted in the Admitting Area ahead, a gruff voice shouting obscenities; the little girl froze, squeezed Lita's hand so tight the knuckles ground together. Flames of orange and vermilion blazed inside him; she could feel the heat of his psychic fever spraying sparks of poison.
The Light of Sarah Baxter's father spat red and orange virulence in every direction… except one.


Their Inner Lights glowed in tainted harmony, and a shadow carved out sections of their souls.
When they prattle on about nuclear Armageddon, they ascribe far too much power to the puny human species. Her aura glimmered above the covers: bright magenta now, with fresh streaks of violet, so much like that little girl's. She decided to visit Sarah Baxter in the Children's Ward right after her morning infusion of coffee, hopeful that they could make some progress.
Lita tried to comfort the little girl, to paint the colors of her suffering with softer shades, but she could not heal that darker wound. She went to her office, grabbed a dog-eared phone book from beneath a stack of case files that looked like a badly shuffled deck of cards, fingers trembling as she turned the pages.
The fresh air cleared her head: a crisp autumn day, not too cool, wind spiced with the aroma of burning leaves.
She could see the mad tangle of Lights in the circle of Sceadu's congregation, each one defiled by its own vertical grin of darkness. Anne's and wondered if the priest she remembered from Sundays long past would still be there, face as cracked and faded as the church itself. His Inner Light glowed blue, a welcome shimmer of compassion… except that half of him was gone. Panic danced in his eyes, a spark of violet in his aura: maybe for the first time, the man was scared. For an instant, Lita stared into the depths of a shadow ripped from the body that had cast it.
Somebody had smuggled a stash of leftover doughnuts from the Cafeteria and spread them out on a bedsheet like a hobo's buffet. She could no longer recognize any of the auras, spectral lines tracing perimeters of shadow. Lita could barely feel Sarah's little hand clenched in her own; all sense of physical contact was fading like the Sun. A nightmare landscape now stretched toward infinity - barren, rocky plains of obsidian and coal, frozen crust of black layered upon black. She collapsed, tumbled into darkness, stretching out her fingertips to touch that fleeting star. She could see it - oh yes, she could see it - flaring and flickering around her, wrapping her in a halo of radiance.
He sank his fangs into the child's tender spirit, ravaging without mercy, ripping open wounds that had never been allowed to heal. Coronas of white and blue and gold blazed into view, scattering across the rooftop like a galaxy of newborn stars. Phantoms drifted aimlessly through the gloom like wayward comets deflected by the whims of gravity. Anyway I thought this would be  good post because I am always fixing or making jewelry for my friends when in reality most of what I do is really easy. Have a look at your own jewelry and see if you can spot the jump rings or other connectors. I sometimes think these things are so easy that I don’t know how much I actually need to detail. And something she rarely saw in Bill - bubbles of lavender floating through the rest, flashes of pastel fireworks. A line of darkness nibbled at the edge of him, curved across the molten surface of his soul like the shadow of some invisible moon.
A chuckle turned into a groan: Channel Eleven was running a fluff piece on myths surrounding the eclipse. Lita felt like a trespasser at the scene of some pagan ritual - she could smell the tang of a nearby barbecue, hear the sizzle of roasting meat.
She leaned against a mailbox on Fifth Street, gasping for air, ignoring the stares of passersby who could not see their own souls slipping into oblivion.
Bill always shot her a smile in the mornings - something between a smirk and a leer, usually accompanied by some crack about waking up his libido. She looked down at the little girl clinging to her - saw darkness spreading through the child's tormented Light like a tumor - and knew her tears could not wash away the stain. She watched in awe as the black disc edged further into the last vestige of the Sun; the sliver of yellow fire seemed to brighten, fighting in desperation to repulse the final charge of shadow armies. Sceadu's roar battered her from every side - she could feel him closing in, breath hissing against her neck like blasts of arctic wind.
Light, shimmering and liquid, flowing into every chamber of her soul, covering her like another layer of skin. Also I know a lot of us indulge in jewelry at forever21 or Topshop although they  can snag pretty easily. The only total eclipse that will hit Munson in our lifetimes; the umbra will pass over us almost dead center. Not too little information, but too much: Celtic dragons swallowing the Sun, Mayan gods demanding bloody sacrifice, Chinese emperors cowering from celestial omens of their own demise.
Lita sank into the crumb-filled cushions of her couch and listened to the reporter interview some crackpot who claimed to have the gift of prophecy.
For centuries, shamans from your local Pottawatomi tribes have predicted that a day would come when Gitchi Manitou would place His hand over the Sun and send the wendigoes into a Night That Is Not Night to eat the souls of the unworthy.
Part of her had vanished in a smooth, black arc, as if the night had loosed invisible piranha to gobble her essence with geometric precision. Friends she had known for years at the Hospital seemed remote, disoriented, floating through the halls like the ghosts of the recently departed. Is this how the cancer patients feel, watching the tumor grow larger on every x-ray, knowing there's no way to stop it? She dialed Directory Assistance, already feeling the sinking sensation in her gut, the certainty that he would not be listed. She rang the doorbell half a dozen times, heard the harsh electric buzz reverberating inside the house.
She could not see him, but she felt him even before he spoke, his words as chill and merciless as winter wind.
She lay in bed well past the piercing reveille of her alarm, wondering if there was any point to going in. Lita shuddered with relief… and anger, rising in a molten tide, overflowing the black barriers that squeezed her soul like a vise.
Bill had several extra pairs of glasses distributed by the Munson Science Club for viewing the eclipse; he gave her and Sarah each a pair.
The Lights of those around her joined in the battle, losing ground to an enemy they could not even see.
She saw something at the edges of her vision: a microscopic spark, a single pinprick in Sceadu's suffocating shroud. Still she chased the star, pulling Sarah with her; she could see it pulsing in the darkness, heartbeat of a lost and distant world. Lita grabbed the little girl and held her tight as the Light of terror screamed silently around them.
A disheveled Bill Meltzer crawled off the man's chest - huffing and puffing, angrier than she had ever seen him - and tried to straighten his unruly mop of hair. Even Bill Meltzer - hyperactive Billy Boy - barely said good-morning to her in the Cafeteria, his smile as bland and lukewarm as the eggs.


Sarah's father glared back at her, chest heaving like a man in the throes of a coronary, meaty paw brandishing a very nasty knife. I promise if you get the tool and a couple findings (listed below)  it will make your jewelry last so much longer!
He glared at the security guard, who pointed his pistol between the orderlies, trying to look like he had the situation under control. Lita wandered familiar corridors made strange by the unnatural way light mixed with shadow, chased by the echoes of her own footsteps.
Then the wall of bodies parted and Sceadu strode toward her, a smile splitting his dark features.
She stumbled around the corner, not quite able to catch her breath, not quite sure where else to go. Anne's scowled down through the gloom as she climbed the stone steps to the massive oaken doors, pushed. The last precious breath of light died in a blackness more dense and inescapable than anything Lita had ever known.
Joy warmed her like the kiss of Summer, filled her with so much Light she felt that she might burst. Anne's in years - not since she was a fidgety child ruffling the pages of her hymnal - but she needed help.
Papa Baxter still burned, but no longer a feverish inferno - more like a campfire sputtering as the last log splinters into embers. As she stared into that lonely star - Sceadu's laughter ringing in her ears - she realized something else: Sceadu could not see it. Postal Service raises price of first class stamp to $17.89 and reduces mail delivery to Wednesday only. Global cooling blamed for citrus crop failure for third consecutive year in Mexifornia and Floruba. WITNESS: Getting laid ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: She had three children, right? Important Women's Health Issue:* Do you have feelings of inadequacy?* Do you suffer from shyness?* Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?* Do you suffer exhaustion from the day to day grind? If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Margaritas. Margaritas are the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. Margaritas can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything.
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Here are some facts about the 1500s: Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!" Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high with no wood underneath . It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs." There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day.
Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned outto be an optical Aleutian .3. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class, because itwas a weapon of math disruption.5. It's important to have a woman, who helps at home, who cooks from time to time, cleans up and has a job. It's very, very important that these four women do not know each otherNew Tests For Long Term Care During a visit to my doctor, I asked him, "How do you determine whetheror not an older person should be put in an old age home?" Well," he said, "We fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the person to empty the bathtub." Oh, I understand," I said.
Bartenders Ever since I was a child I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup!' 'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?' 'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! Here's how the scam works: Two seriously good-looking 20-21 year-old girls come over to your car as you are packing your shopping into the trunk. They both start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpy T-shirts.
When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to McDonald's. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and starts crawling all over you, while the other one steals your wallet. I had my wallet stolen March 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th, 20th,24th & 29th. Writer Samuel Clemens took the term for his pen name after a stint as an apprentice river pilot.




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