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Caz The VillainessThree flash fictions, each one depicting a different villainous alter ego I’ve created for Caz.
The Waiting Game

“Oh, Miss, we’re ready to order now!”  Caitlyn signaled the waitress, who continued steaming by with her head fixed straight ahead, as if she saw something fascinating about the kitchen doors.  “Ooh, Caz, what do we have to do to get her attention?”
“She’s ignored us long enough!” Caz said, her voice turning deeper, throatier.  “But don’t worry, I know what to do!”
Caitlyn glanced at her friend.  “Caz, what happened to you?  You look all… different?  Where’d those wings and horns come from?”
“I’m not Caz,” corrected the demoness who was sitting right where Caz had been moments before.  “I’m Topaz!”
“Where’d you come from?”
“I always show up it these sorts of situations,
Bake And Switch“Hi, Caz, I’m home!” David called out.
“Hi, David, I’m in the kitchen!” she called back.  “I’m putting the last touches on my devil’s food cake now.”
“Sounds delicious,” David said.  “Um, did you say devil’s food cake?”
“Yep, devil’s food cake.”
“Uh-oh,” said David.  He hurried into the kitchen, but it was too late.  The woman standing there looked very much like his wife, except for the leathery wings coming through two slits in her black dress, the horns on her head, and the long tail that slapped David playfully.  A pitchfork lay nearby.
“Hi, David!” she greeted him.
“Hello, Topaz,” he said with a sigh.  “Could I have Caz back now, please?”
Caz’s guardian devil spent a minute pretending to think it over.  “Nah, I don’t believe so.  I’ve control of her body now and I
Caz Gets The PictureHolding up a thumb for reference, Caz frowned prettily at the vase set off to one side and then at her canvas.  She dipped her brush onto her palette and gently applied a thin stroke of yellow.  “Do these daffodils look right to you, David?” she asked, stepping back to examine her work.
“They look fine,” her husband answered absently.
“Take a proper look, David,” she insisted.  “You know this is important.”
David peered at the painting from one angle and then another.  “It looks perfect,” he announced.  “Just like you, dear.”
“Aww,” said Caz, wiping paint from her fingers.  “Anything good in the newspaper?”
“Police are investigating the Namzug Gallery,” David remarked, “after alarmed museum officials discovered that Lost Woodland was nothing but a clever forgery.”
“Hmm,” said Caz, glancing above the fireplace where the
Caztastrophe“Caz has a delightful imagination,” David reflected.  He was reading his wife’s journal on deviantART, enjoying her answers to a series of questions a friend had posed to her.  “Number Seven is quite intriguing.”
In the alternate universe, we all have an evil counterpart. By what physical characteristic would we know your evil counterpart?
My evil counterpart would look sexy, dangerous, tall, slim with long red hair.  She would be in charge of the world and anyone not following her orders would be bound and gagged and tickled until they saw reason!: Muhahahahahah

“Why stop at being in charge of the world, though?” David asked.  “Why not have a galactic empire!  Hmm, I wonder how that would play out….”
………………..
Empress Caztastrophe made a dramatic entrance – the only kind of entrance she ever made.  A crown of pure iridium rested on her scarl
Caz's Inside JobWith a short straight line, Caz finished carving her name into the glass.  Her actions were a bit premature, for the Breneton Jewels still lay snug in their display, seeming to wink at her in invitation, colorful eyes shining in the darkness.  It was tempting to think of simply smashing the display case, to reach in and snatch the fabled jewels in triumph, but the experienced catburglar resisted the impulse.  "I don't need the attention that would bring," she murmured softly.  "With care, those lovelies will be mine soon enough!"
"That they will not be!"
"Oh, no!"  Caz recognized that hated voice; she desperately darted to one side, but her actions were too late.  The Atomic Smasher strode out from the shadows, flinging a hand.  One of this crimefighter's superpowers was the ability to generate rope that would respond to his command.  The fibers flew forward, toward Caz.  The formed themselves int
A Novel Approach For CazCaz's fingers twitched indecisively, her hands hovered anxiously over the keys of her laptop.  She shook her head, trying to dislodge the mental cobwebs.  Whenever inspiration was there, words poured forth, like water from a bursting dam, but when lacking, her output slowed to a mere trickle.  "Concentrate!" she told herself sternly, and finally began to type.
While the tight ropes severely restricted Lady Lucille's movements, they did nothing, contrary to the hopes of her captor, to reign in her unbridled spirit.  The young noblewoman pulled energetically on her bonds, firmly promising herself she would remain defiant to the last.  Her exertions made it difficult for her to maintain her balance, but she was determined to preserve her dignity and remain standing on her feet.
"Mpfff!" she exploded.  The cloth gag over her mouth prevented her from expressing herself more coherently, but her disdain for Sir Perceval Pomberton
Spring Unleashed"Eager to leave, my lovely flower blossom?  No, you shall never escape me!"
Rizandon was the Bringer of Snow.  It was he who covered the world in cold and frost, and how he longed to keep it so!  Rizandon appeared as a grizzled, old man, dressed in snowy white robes, but his hair and beard were darkest blue.  He lived in a mountain cave, where his only willing visitor was Snow Shadow, an owl nearly as old as Rizandon.  Rizandon had an unwilling visitor, though.
"Here you shall remain, and so my reign shall continue!"
Despite the frigid conditions, no steam came from his mouth as he spoke those cold words to his captive, Sarling.  Just as Rizandon was Winter, so was Sarling Spring.  Just as Rizandon appeared old, so she seemed young:  a maiden blossoming into womanhood.  Her hair was earthy brown, her garments, leafy green.  She stood helplessly near the entrance of Rizandon's lone
Caz Steps Out"I definitely want a new costume for Halloween this year!"  Caz shuddered, recalling events two years earlier involving her angel costume, a reversible outfit that could also serve as a demoness costume.  Wearing it had caused Topaz, mysterious, maddening Topaz, to appear!  This unwelcome visitor had materialized suddenly, claiming to be Caz's guardian devil, and had caused quite a bit of trouble!
"I think this enchantress costume should do the trick.  It's a very pleasant and cheerful shade of blue, with a bright sun emblem.  That's not Topaz's style at all, and the best thing, it's not reversible, so I shouldn't have any trouble!"
Deciding on the costume had been difficult.  Snaffy's, a cluttered shop in the Old Town section of Bridlington, had quite a selection.  So many colorful styles, so many potential alter egos.  What best reflected her?  Should she be a cavewoman, or a futuristic s
Deviant WeddingIt was a beautiful spring day, the birds were chirping, people happily walked about, and a warm breeze light blew across the land. Everyone was happy about the day, but none of them were happy as much as David was. As he stood in front of a large mirror inside of a small church, he straighten out his suit and waited for the clock to tick down to the time he would marry his lovely bride to be Caz.   
As he stood in front of the mirror, he thought cheerfully of their happy life ahead of them. He was so lost in thought he failed to notice his cell phone was ringing on the table next to him till he finally noticed it when the vibration caused it to fall onto the ground.  
He quickly grabbed the phone off the ground and looked at the number to see it was his lovely wife to be calling. At first he was delighted to see her call but then confused as to why she would call when he thought she would be busy getting ready.
"Hello my sweet." He said as he answered the call
Interviewing Caz"Hi, everybody!  This is intrepid television reporter Caitlyn Meredith coming to you live from the scene of some really exciting breaking news where…"
"Ooh, Caitlyn, it's not fair," interrupted Marci.  "Why do you get to be the reporter and I have to work the camera?  I thought we agreed that we'd take turns with this!"
"Because shut up," replied Caitlyn.  "We're live, as I'm pretty sure I just said and I'm here in Fortescue's secret hideout where that evil genius… well, I guess you can't really call him a genius, since he can't even operate an electric kettle without referring to the owner's manual, but…"
"What's going on here?" demanded Fortescue in a voice that sounded like a warped hacksaw cutting through a rusty pipe.  "In case you two are lost, the mall is way over on the other side of town."
"I'm well aware that this isn't the mall, Fortescue," stated Caitlyn primly.  "I'm here to get an exclusi
Surprise VisitorSitting back in her recliner, Caz snuggled into David's body as they sat watching the old movie.  The scene on the screen showed a bedroom, the thin curtains blowing in the slight breeze as the heroine slept under the covers.  She had a thin silk band holding her long blonde hair back from her face as she slept, undisturbed by the breeze or the sounds.
Suddenly, the curtain moved more than it should if it was just the wind, and a man climbed in through the open window.  He was tall, well built and well dressed, in a roll neck sweater, smart jacket and trousers and soft shoes.  The most striking thing about him, however, was the stocking that he was wearing over his head, pressing his short dark hair down as he crept silently into the room.
Caz put her arm round David's as they watched him opening drawers, searching for and finding jewellery until he was surprised by a small table lamp being lit.  Turning, he saw the woman sitting up in
A Glutton For Punishment"Let me go, Glarg," pleaded Caz.  A long, thick rope circled about her waist, hanging her from the ceiling of the lizardman's enormous cave.  Her legs were bound together; her arms were tied against her sides.  She had been gagged, but she had worked the red bandana out from her teeth so that it now hung loosely about her neck.  "I have things I need to do; I can't just hang about here like this!"
"No, you're not going anywhere," he told her gruffly.  "Except into this cauldron, that is!  Yes, Caz, you're going to pot!  I traveled a long way to get here to England and I want someone British for supper."
The kettle whistled impatiently.  "Well, water you waiting for?" asked Caz impatiently.
"No need to get all steamed up, Caz," he soothed.
"I'm boiling mad!" she fumed.
"I need the right utensils," Glarg muttered.  "Let me see, first off, I'll wanna spoon."
"Not with me you won't," Caz informed him.
Caz Makes A Soft Decision"What do you think of this one, Caz?"
"It's a good width, David, and a comfortable height."  Caz nestled herself onto the sofa, so David immediately joined her.  They had hardly settled down, though, when….
"Hi!  My name's Caitlyn!" asked the saleswoman.  She wore a colorful blouse, a flowery neckerchief, and a flashy smile.  "Can I help you?"
"Not right now, thank you," David replied.
"Call me if you need any help!"
"I like this one.  It seems to be what we need, and it's a good price," pronounced Caz.  "What do you think, David?"
"It's really comfortable," he enthused.
"However, there is one last test," said Caz.  "Have you the rope, David?"
"Right here!"  He zipped open his backpack and pulled out soft, blue rope, which he started crossing around Caz's outstretched hands.
"What are you doing?!" demanded Caitlyn, rushing back to them.  She waved her arms in panic.  "You
Caz And The Gem Mini Cricket"David, I've been tied up for quite a long time now, I really have," said Caz.  She was quite well bound, too.  Rope soft to the skin yet unyielding to her struggles kept her immobilized in an efficient hogtie as she lay on her side on the sofa.  Her elbows were held behind her back by ropes that ran between them, although the elbows were still a safe distance apart from one another so that she felt no discomfort.  Her wrists were bound back to back.  Rope circled her legs above and below her knees, and around her ankles.  A connecting rope ran from her wrists to her ankles, keeping her legs bent as she struggled futilely on the soft cushions, for the more she pulled the tighter the knots became.  "I think it's time for you to let me go now," she announced.
"Oh, no, you've hardly been tied up any time at all," decided David, pretending he was reading his newspaper, but actually watching Caz.  "You need to l
UnmaskedA Couple in Distress story with David and Caz.
"David, this is great!" Caz whispered loudly, drawing him close to her so the workers busy loading the lorry wouldn't overhear.  "They think we're their contacts for this job!  Once they finish we can drive to the police and then show them and then they'll finally have to believe us about these smugglers!"
"Yes, but," answered David cautiously as he nervously adjusted the small mask over the upper half of his face.  The masks had been Caz's idea, just in case someone recognized them from before.  She had reasoned no one would be suspicious, since they were supposed to be criminals, after all.
"Wouldn't it be simpler to call the police here?" he finally asked.
"Oh, David, you know what happened the last time we called them!  And besides, if we do, they'll want to know what is being transported and we still don't know what's in these boxes!"  And indeed, that was the main thi
Shore Enough
A Couple in Distress story with David and Caz.
The brisk breeze coming off the North Sea blew plump raindrops onto the car windshield.  Caz peered anxiously ahead, driving carefully in the inclement conditions.  "I think we're lost," she announced.  "David, could you check the map again?"
David was certain they were on the right road, but he opened the map just the same.  "Of course, darling," he said, studying intently.  "We're running a little late because of this rainy weather, which seems so typical of England, but we should be coming up on a village called Coconut Harbor in just a couple minutes now."
"Coconut Harbor?"  Caz frowned in concentration.  "I don't recall ever hearing a town with that name before."  She flicked a quick sideways glance.  "Um, David, darling, I think I see what the problem is."
"What's that?"
"That isn't a map of the UK; it's a map of Hawaii!"
"Oh!" he exclaim
Caz Meets Dr. Muir"And can you make that 'To Caitlyn' and that's C-a-i-t-l-y-n, because there are so many different ways to spell my name and oh my gosh you're just my most favorite writer ever!" enthused the young woman.
"Thank you," smiled Caz, handing the signed book, And Old-Fashioned Melodrama, back to Caitlyn.  "I like hearing from my readers.  Which parts of my books do you like the best?"
"Oh, you know, just, like, everything; the romance and adventure and bits of humor and of course the way all those damsels get captured by villains only to be rescued at the last second!  How do you think all that up?"
Caz smiled, considering her answer.  There was no one else waiting in line, so she had time to talk with this enthusiastic admirer.  Before she could respond, though, a man came over to the desk set up in The Book Nook for the signing.  "Here you go, darling," he offered, handing her a cup of chai from the bookstore's coffee shop.
Caz To The RescueOn a broad plateau jutting from a lonely mountain that rose from an isolated spot in the ocean stood several hundred gleaming, metallic robots, completely inert.  They would continue their silent vigil with infinite patience until they received their commands, at which point they would spring into action, flying through the sky to every corner of the globe.
Meanwhile, inside the mountain, a meeting was taking place between the creator of these robots and an unexpected visitor.
"I congratulate you on your excellent disguise as a pizza delivery girl.  It accomplished what you intended, I suppose, in that you managed to infiltrate your way into the very heart of my secret headquarters.
"However, you failed in the end, for despite your efforts, I still recognized you, Caz, the most daring and skilled spy the British have on Her Majesty's Secret Service.  You only thought you could come in here and thwart my plan to take over the world!"
"Mpfff!" protested Caz,
Caz Is Beside HerselfNighttime is magic time, and the magic associated with certain holiday nights can be very powerful, indeed.  For example, there are legends of a traveler seeking shelter in a stable on Christmas Eve to awaken from sleep to hear the animals speaking the language of humans.  The eavesdropper may hear of a fabulous hidden treasure or of danger ahead, and thus profits from an experience that can only occur one night a year.
Halloween has its own special magic, macabre and mysterious….
Caroline retrieved a large shopping bag from her closet.  It was colored pumpkin orange, displaying a vampire standing before a decrepit castle, complete with black bats winging out the upper windows.  In a hanger, she carried a one-piece, reversible dress, red and black in flame designs.
“Wrong way,” she decided, turning the dress inside out so that it was solid white.  She emptied the contents of the bag, separating the accessories she was pla
A Dragon Rescue For Caz“Where is Princess Caz?” fumed the Regent, Lord Horace Highbottom.
“Here she is!” announced Lady Caitlyn, leading the Princess into the throne room.  “I found her outside in the garden, kissing Sir David!  And they were really going at it, too; I mean, she had him in a really tight embrace and was…”
“Yes, I believe I understand the scenario,” replied the Regent testily.  “Such shocking behavior, Caz.  I am very disappointed in you, young lady.”
“I don’t see how it’s everybody’s business,” replied Caz, shaking herself loose from the grasp of her lady-in-waiting and striding forward to sit on her throne.  “I am well past the age of majority and am quite old enough to kiss anybody I please.”
“That attitude is what I would expect from a painted serving wench in a tavern, not our sovereign,” replied the Regent.  “I… I must
Caz Gets Carried AwayRESCUE ME!!!  Caz typed her desperate plea for help on her cell phone as surreptitiously as she could, hoping no one would see her, but it was no use; Caitlyn kept her eye on everything.
“Mr. Deluge, Caz just sent a text message and that’s against the rules of the meeting!” the secretary informed their boss gleefully.
“Caz!  Is this true?” demanded the company vice president.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Deluge, it won’t happen again,” promised Caz, hastily putting her phone away into her purse and picking up her blank notepad.
“See that it doesn’t,” huffed Wilberforce Deluge, frowning in displeasure as he noticed the lack of notes taken by Caz.
“Look at all I have, boss,” said Caitlyn, holding up her notepad for his inspection.  She had not missed that look of displeasure!
“Very impressive, Caitlyn,” praised Wilberforce.
“That’s because you’re such a wonderful mentor,
Caz-ual Encounters“Now, I want you to understand that I don’t mean anything personal by this, Caitlyn,” explained Caz, reading the security guard’s name off her shiny brass nametag.  The fascinatingly enigmatic jewel thief was dressed all in sleek, black clothing that allowed her to move easily and blend subtly into the shadows.  A mask covered her upper face.  A small bit of her curly brown hair escaped from the tight black cap she wore over her head.  She carried a small black pouch slung across one shoulder.  “It’s just that I have a little unauthorized business here in the natural history museum and I can’t have you interfering.”
“Mpfff!” answered Caitlyn in frustration.  She sat on the cold marble floor of the Rare Gem Room, trussed with white rope, her arms bound behind her back against the leg of a display stand bolted to the floor.  Her legs, tied together, stretched out in fro

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“Come on Steffi, you’ll enjoy it if you give it a chance!”

“I told you already, I’m not interested!”

“Please Steffi; Todd Cooper is coming and he specifically asked if you would be there before accepting his invitation.”

“Todd asked if I’d be there?  I thought he didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore.”

“Maybe he’s realised you were good for him; you know he split up from Charlene last week?  Apparently ‘he made a mistake’.  He might just have realised he shouldn’t have cheated on you.”

“Perhaps, but who says I want him back after what he did.”

“Then come and show him you’re the bigger person.  Please, Steffi, will you come to the party?”

“Oh, okay.”

“Great!  I’ve rented the old Adamson place on Winchester Avenue.  It’s supposed to be haunted so it should give us a great atmosphere for the party.  Um, any chance you can be there early to help me set up?  I’ll be there from five o’clock.”

“I suppose so.  Hey, how do I find the house?”

“Oh, you can’t miss it; looks quite run down.  By the way, I’m making the party a fancy dress one.  See you on Friday!”

“Fancy dress?  Oh no, Fiona; you can’t be serious?  Fiona?  Hello?  Damn!”

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Stephanie Butcher and Fiona Loften had been best friends since college.  At twenty three years old, they both had a successful career in fashion and, until recently, both had been engaged to be married.  However, while Fiona’s fiancé was still smitten with her, Stephanie had broken off her wedding three days before the ceremony after finding her husband-to-be had been cheating on her with Charlene Hamley, rich daughter of a telecommunications mogul.  

Since the breakup, Stephanie, (Steffi to her friends) had been avoiding most of her circle of friends, partly to avoid gossip about her or Todd, but mostly to avoid Todd, with or without Charlene on his arm.  Maybe Fiona was right; this party might be the way to show she had put it behind her.

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“Where is this place, anyway?”  Steffi grumbled as she drove.  Winchester Avenue was on the other side of the city to where she lived.  This particular suburb was old, a lot of the houses looked unkempt and most were in darkness, despite the twilight sky.  “It could be any of these houses!”

A flash of light made her glance up on the house she was passing.  She slowed her car as she saw the lights flittering about the first floor of the building.  Glancing at the dashboard, Steffi confirmed it was gone five o’clock.  “This must be it.  I wonder where Fiona parked her car?”

Pulling into the driveway, she saw a black van parked up at the side of the house.  Next to it was Fiona’s BMW.  Parking her car nearby, she walked to the front door and knocked
“Come on Fiona, it’s cold out here!”  Steffi called out.  She rapped on the door again then tried to open it but the door wouldn’t budge.  “Damn.  Where’s the back door?”

She walked around the side of the building and eventually found the back door, hidden by some bushes near the black van.  She tried the door and to her relief it swung open.

“Fiona?  It’s Steffi?  Where are you?  Hello?”

Sighing, she reached out for the light switched, flicking it several times but to no avail.  Pulling out her phone, she used it to light up the room and smiled when she saw the pumpkin shaped lanterns on the table.  Switching one on, she used it to find her way out of the kitchen and into the hall.  

“Fiona?  Where are you?”  Steffi walked through the hallway, finding a large sitting room and downstairs toilet but no sign of her best friend.  She headed upstairs, the wooden steps creaking as she climbed up to the first floor.

“I saw lights in the front of the house so that would be….this way.”  Steffi walked forward into the master bedroom, the light eerily reflecting off the dust sheets that covered the furniture.  “Fiona, if you’re hiding, I’m going to get annoyed.  Why couldn’t you have got the power turned on?”

A sudden noise made her jump.  A rustling noise, coming from the second floor made her shiver.  Carefully, feeling rather scared, she made her way up the next flight of stairs and listened for the noise again.

“It’s coming from in here!”  Steffi turned the door handle and pushed it open slowly.  “Fiona, are you in here?”

There was no sign of her friend but as she turned the lantern around the room, she spotted what was making the noise.  A dove had got inside through an open window.  Laughing to herself, she gently ushered the bird outside and secured the window properly.

“Honestly, letting a bird scare me like that.”  Still chuckling, Steffi returned to the ground floor.  “Well, her car is here but there’s no sign of her, or the owners of that van.  Surely they should be setting up for the party.”

Deciding to check the van, to see if the owners were about, Steffi turned back to the kitchen but as she did, a muffled thumping sounded from somewhere below her.  

“Not again.  I’d better see what’s trapped down there.”  Casting the light around, she eventually found a door hidden in a corner which seemed to lead to the cellar.  “Finally!  Maybe Fiona went down there to find the fuse box.”

She walked slowly down the rickety steps into the basement and cast the light around.  “Fiona, are you here?”

“Mphhh!  MPHHHHHHHH!”  

Steffi whipped the light around to the sound and almost dropped the lantern in shock.  Her best friend was indeed there, bound hand and foot, gagged and leaning against a crate.  She ran over to her and removed the scarf from between Fiona’s lips.

“Oh my god, what happened?”

“I came down here to find the fuse box and got jumped by two crooks that are hiding out here.”  Fiona moaned as Steffi started to untie her friend.  “When I saw the van, I though the caterer had arrived early.”

“And instead, she found us!”

Both girls froze at the voice; Steffi turned to see two burly men, wearing all black trousers and jumpers and holding powerful torches.

“Looks like we have two guests now.”  One of the men reached into a bag and pulled out some coils of rope.  Steffi reached for the nearest thing to hand and raised it in a way she hoped looked threatening.

“Back off or I’ll…..I’ll…..”  She swung her club at the two men, who laughed.

“…or you’ll dish up the soup?”  The man stepped forward and snatched the ladle out of her hands and threw it back in the box she had grabbed it from.  “Pretty poor show from a pair of snoops!”

“Fashion designers actually.”  Steffi snapped back, fury at the sarcastic tone overriding her fear.  “This place is to be used for a Halloween party tonight and there’s loads of people coming; we’re just here now to get set up so why don’t you two do yourselves a favour and clear off before everyone else arrives.”

“Charming, I must say!”  One of the men grinned at her.  “Look miss, we know you’re snoops.  These girl detective agencies are everywhere these days so I’m guessing you know the drill.  We tied you and your friend up, we move our goods and make our getaway just before the police and/or your associates come to your rescue.  Now, do as you’re told and no one gets hurt.”

“Aren’t you listening?  I said….mpfff!”  Steffi shrieked as the men grabbed her, one of the covering her mouth with his hand as they pulled her over to a beam and began tying her to it.  She felt rope being passed around her wrists, which had been pulled behind her, around the beam.  More rope was wrapped around her waist and another length wound from her ankles to her thighs, pulling her tight against the wood.  

“Aw, don’t she look mad with us.”  One of them taunted and he rolled up another scarf.

“Wait, don’t use that one, it’s from the Lavisham Collection, it’s worth three hundred quid!”  The man rummaged in the bag that had contained the rope.  “Here, use this.  I got it off the market for a fiver.”

A few minutes later, Steffi glared at the men, unable to speak through the knotted scarf that served as a gag.  Fiona’s gag had been replaced too and the men had just finished checking her bonds.

“There we go.  Now, you ladies sit comfortable and my friend here will find us something to eat.”  Steffi watched as one of the men left the room and surreptitiously began trying to free her wrists.
“I wouldn’t bother, my dear.  These cads seem to know exactly what they’re doing.”

Steffi glanced up at the remaining crook but he wasn’t even looking at her.  It hadn’t sounded like him either.  She shrugged and carried on twisting and pulling at the ropes.

“You really won’t get free like that.  Though why I’m bothering to speak I don’t know, you probably can’t hear me.”

Steffi looked up again in surprise.  The crook was still absorbed in his magazine and so she risked a glance to her left, stiffening in shock when she saw the ghostly figure of an old man floating there.

“My dear, can you hear me?”  The ghost floated closer, smiling.  “Just nod, the man over there isn’t looking.”

Steffi nodded, staring at the kindly face hovering in front of her.

“Just relax for now.  You’ll never get those ropes off without help, I’m afraid.”  The old man looked upstairs for a moment and winked.  “Just keep still.”  He put a finger to his lips as he door burst open and the other crook thundered down the stairs.

“Don, they weren’t lying!  There’s all sorts of gear up in the kitchen for a party; Halloween lanterns, banners and in their cars I found these fancy dress outfits.”  He held up a couple of witch’s outfits.  “There was an invitation too; the party is at eight o’clock and it’s almost six now.”

“Right, get the stuff packed and loaded, we’ll just have to move to another safe house.”  The man threw down his magazine and glared at the girls.  “So you’re not snoops after all.  Well, you just stay comfortable while we clear out and you’re friends can rescue you when they turn up.”

With that, the men began carrying boxes and bags upstairs.  He two girls glanced at each other and shrugged, at a loss as to what to do.  Half an hour later, the basement had been emptied of all the crook’s loot and the two friends could hear them thumping about upstairs.

“All that work should keep them busy.”  The ghostly old man floated back into her view.  “Dreadful bounders the pair of them.  Sorry, I should introduce myself.  I was Harold Adamson, died many years ago, right here in this house.  Natural causes, I assure you.”

“Mpfff?”  Steffi tried to indicate that she needed help but Fiona, not being able to see the ghost, thought the message was for her and grunted to show she couldn’t help.

“Hmm, tricky.  You see, I can move around objects okay but untying ropes?  Well, I tried to help your friend earlier but couldn’t do a thing.  Perhaps though, since you can hear me, I could try to give you directions?”

Steffi nodded and listened as Harold studied the knots.

“Okay, I see what they did.  Now, if you can twist your hands to the right a bit, you might just be able to reach that knot…oh bravo!  Now, let it slacken and then try to pull, that’s it, keep feeding it through the loop…there.  Your wrists should slide free with a bit of effort.”

A few minutes later, Steffi had freed her wrists and, though she still had little room to play with, she was able to twist around until she could reach the knot near her waist.

“Very nicely done, my dear!”  Harold cheered as Fiona looked on incredulously as the ropes dropped away from Steffi.  “There, I think you can manage the rest on your own.”

“Thanks Harold.”  Steffi said as soon as she pulled the gag away.  “I would never have got out of that by myself.”

“Only too happy to help my dear lady.”

“Hang on Fiona, I’m coming.”  Steffi pulled out her friend’s gag.  “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thanks.  So who’s Harold and how did you get free.”

“Well, you know how you said this house is supposed to be haunted?  Well, it turns out that’s true.  The ghost of Harold Adamson lives here.”

“The old owner?  Don’t be daft, there’s no such things as ghosts.”

“Harold, why can’t she see you?”  Steffi glanced up at the spectre who hovered nearby.

“Most people can’t, my dear.  Occasionally some people might be vaguely aware of me; those with an open mind might sense me.  Maybe you’re a little bit psychic.”

“Fiona, he thinks I can see him because I might be a bit psychic.”  Steffi helped her friend to stand up.

“Whatever.  Let’s just get out of here.”  Fiona headed towards the stairs but stopped as the door opened and the men came back down to the basement.

“I turn my back for one minute and you ladies try to leave.  I call that downright rude!”  The lead man grinned evilly as his associate rolled his eyes.

“Steffi, ask your friend to stand behind you, and when I tell you to, wave your hand at that old ladle.” Harold instructed, a note of mischief in his voice.

“Fiona, get behind me, now.”  Steff ordered.  “Guys, either let us go or suffer the consequences!”

“Oh, we’re so scared.  Do your worst!”  The crooks jeered.

“NOW!”  Harold called out.

Steffi waved at the ladle she had threatened them with earlier.  Their laughs turned to fear as it rose up, hovered in front of Steffi for a moment and then threw itself at them.

“Ow, what the hell?”

“Get out or there’ll be more of that!”  Steffi yelled, raising her hand and pointing at an old stuffed donkey.  She saw Harold move towards it.

“Ah yes, Mildred brought that back from Spain about twenty years ago.”  Harold grinned as he levitated the donkey, throwing it at the crooks, where it shattered.  “I always hated that thing.”

“Argh, let me out of here!”  One of them men turned and ran up the stairs.  “This place is haunted after all!”

“Coward, there’s just us and the two ladies here!”  The other man shouted, then ducked as a bag of rubbish exploded above his head.  Old takeaway cartons and rotten food rained down on him.  “Blow this, I’m off.”

Laughing, the two women followed the man upstairs, while Harold floated after them, causing an old boot to repeatedly kick the men until they were out of the house.  As the van drove off, he threw the boot after them, making it thud satisfactorily off the back of the van.

“Harold, that was terrific!”  Steffi gasped, breathless from laughing.

“It really was.  Steffi, thank Harold for me, too.”  Fiona giggled.

“It was my pleasure, dear ladies.  Now, don’t you have a party to get ready for?”

“You phone the police, Fiona and I’ll get the place ready.”  Steffi glanced at Harold.  “Care to give me a hand?”

“I would love too!”  Harold flexed his ghostly muscles.  “After dealing with those vagabonds I feel twenty one again.  Come on young lady, show me what you need.”

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By eight thirty, the party was in full swing.  The police had been called and given an edited version of the night’s events, the two friends reasoning that the cops would never believe a ghost story.  With Harold’s help, Steffi located the fuse box and got the lights on then started decorating, with Harold levitating the banners and other decorations into place.

Everyone was enjoying the party, including Harold, who added to the Halloween theme by levitating object around the room, including drinks and nibbles.  Everyone thought it was a wonderful addition to the party, figuring it was done with hidden wires; the celebration lasted well into the night.

“Steffi!  You came!”  Steffi turned to see Todd stood there, drink in hand and looking a bit sheepish.  “Listen, about what happened with Charlene…well, I’m really sorry.  It was all my fault and I wondered if…well, if you wanted to give it another go.”

“Oh, Todd, I…”  Steffi tailed off as she saw Harold floating nearby, shaking his head.

“Steffi dear, this man cheated on you and then left the floozy when her father’s company went into receivership.  He’s after your money, not your heart.”

“Harold, are you sure?”

“Um, Steffi?  I’m Todd, not Harold.  Who’s Harold?”

“Yes, Steffi, I’m sure.  It’s been the talk of the party and I’m sorry to say this man has been eyeing up the young ladies at the party, while he was trying to find you.  There’s are at least three women prepared to date him; halfwits the lot of them!”
“Thanks Harold.  Todd, Harold is a lovely old man who has helped me this evening in more ways than you could possibly imagine.  He has given me some very sound advice, which I intend to follow.  Goodbye Todd, I hope you find what you’re looking for, but it won’t be with me.”

“Steffi?  No, come on baby, you know it was a one off.”

“Harold, I think it’s time for the boot again.”  Steffi winked at the ghost, who saluted her with a big grin on his face.

“I’m on it, my dear.”

And so it was, late that evening, the revellers witnessed a levitating boot kick Todd Cooper all the way down the street.  Of course, boots don’t mysteriously float by themselves but since the drinks had been flowing, no one gave it any thought and after Todd drove away, the party continued right through until morning.
Haunted Halloween
:pumpkin:Happy Halloween!:pumpkin:

A short and silly story.  This is the fastest short story I have every written, having finished the first draft in a matter of hours one Sunday afternoon - rather unlike me as I usually take ages to write.  This story just wanted to come out!
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It's almost Halloween - how much of the kid's trick or treat candy will you eat?
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5 deviants said A handful, perhaps two?
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4 deviants said None - I will be good and not indulge!
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No deviants said Most of it - I have a sweet tooth!

On my holidays!

Journal Entry: Fri Sep 12, 2014, 11:41 PM
My holiday is finally here!  It's been four and a half months since I last took some time off work and boy, am I ready for a break - it's been too long but now I'm off till the start of October.

I have a lot going on this break as :icondavid-presents:'s mom is coming over to visit, which we're really looking forward to.  She enjoyed England last time she came and we hope this time the weather will be better for her.  It won't stop us from playing tourist though; we'll be out every day, showing her the sights of Yorkshire.  We have plenty of historic buildings and gorgeous gardens in the area, all within a short drive - we're pretty lucky to have all this on the doorstep.

It does mean, of course, that my messages will pile up a bit, so please don't think I'm ignoring you if I don't respond quickly.  I will be checking in as often as I can (thought there will be a period where I'll be away from my laptop for several days) so if you need to contact me for anything urgent, please send a note as notes and :iconclassic-did: messages will be given priority while we're out and about.  

Since my writing has hit a wall of late, I'm hoping the break will provide some new inspiration; we plan to visit a lot of places and you never know what ideas you will get.
 

  • Mood: Happy
  • Listening to: My birds - they want breakfast!
  • Reading: Voice of the Gods - Trudi Canavan
  • Watching: Nothing
  • Playing: Klondike, Sims 3
  • Eating: About to have breakfast
  • Drinking: Cordial

It's almost Halloween - how much of the kid's trick or treat candy will you eat? 

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4 deviants said None - I will be good and not indulge!
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1 deviant said All of it - the kids can't have any!
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No deviants said Might nibble on a bit if there's any left-overs.
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No deviants said Most of it - I have a sweet tooth!

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I have been a deviant here now for 5 years and currently spend my time created stories and occasional poetry.

My stories are generally Damsel in Distress stories, which are written with the view I share with my husband (who incidentally I met through DA), that they should be fun tales with a bit of adventure, with the damsel being rescued by her hero or friend/escaping by herself. Nothing rude, humiliating or demeaning - no damsel is ever hurt (though villains might get what's coming to them) and there will never be any sex or nudity in any of my tales.

My poetry is often inspired by events or places in my life, although on occasion it comes as a by product of an over fertile imagination. I tend to write lighthearted poetry, though a darker one may sneak in from time to time.

I find writing a great way to release feelings and emotions and enjoy creating my pieces.

Being on DeviantART has given me the chance to learn more about writing and to meet some wonderful people who have taught me so much as well as delighted me with their work. It's given me the chance and confidence to try new things, which is always good.

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