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I'm not inferring I'm the next Hemmingway or anything, but if I ever get to this point - just please shoot me in the head. I was surfing through friends of friends of friends of friends and came upon this (supposedly typed exactly as published in a vanity publishing called "Night Travels of the Elven Vampire".
The night silence was suddenly shattered with an unearthy scream that caused her skin to crawl. She ignored it and continued to dig, when something caught her eye, looking up, she dropped her shovel. Coming across the path was a demon, not just one, but lots of them. She rose to her feet as her thoughts froze, and her breathing stopped. Glowing red eyes looked at her, and she turned her eyes away fromt he sight of the glowing orbs. Each one stood at least seven feet in height, and must have weighed around six hundred pounds. They were covered in fur, had pointed ears, a snout and large sharp teeth. They stood on legs the size of tree trunks. They looked as though they each had eaten several people already. Just as the one who had been moving toward her came closer, something changed.
Those 7' tall, furry, two-legged, six hundred pound, glowing, red eyeballs with pointed ears, snouts and large sharp teeth will get ya every time, ya know? Being eaten by them must be completely *ghastly.*
I just . . . thought I'd share. Dear God.........
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"You see the paper this morning?" Daniel asked as he took a seat across from Jack at the outdoor cafe table. He tossed the newspaper down in front of him before pouring himself a cup of coffee. The early morning traffic was light for a Saturday in Washington, D.C.
"Who the hell is Lance Bass?" Jack asked. He began reading the article when the words "gay" and "former Captain in the U.S. Air Force" caught his eye. He flicked his eyes back up to the top of the article and began reading more closely.
Daniel waved the waitress over. "Could I get the number 3, sourdough, with extra hashed browns and brown gravy?"
"Sure," chirped the young woman. "Sir, are you ready to order?" she asked in Jack's direction.
"Gimme the usual," Jack muttered, continuing to read.
"Alrighty," smiled the waitress. "I've got one bacon, eggs, extra browns with brown gravy and sourdough toast and one Santa Fe omelette extra cheese with avocado. Just coffee today?"
"Yes, that's fine," Daniel chuckled, noticing that Jack was now completely caught up in the box scores.
When the waitress left, Daniel turned an interested eye toward Jack. "Well?"
"I never listened to N'Sync."
"And the rest?"
Jack just smiled. "They aren't the first, ya know."
Daniel smiled back and sipped at his coffee. He was looking forward to a nice, quiet weekend with Jack in his new surroundings. Others could take the spotlight. He didn't mind.
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Jack put down his pen and smirked at the papers he'd just signed. He knew the hew and cry would be loud, but what the public didn't know, they couldn't get in the middle of.
Or something like that.
The press would say Cheyenne Mountain - current home of NORAD, was being stood down, moth balled. There would be debates over the wisdom of the military, or lack thereof. There would be the general chant of wasted funding and corruption in government.
What they wouldn't know is that the entire NORAD facility would now fall under the command of Homeworld Security. Siler was already being informed that he was going to need to buy a lot more electrical outfitting equipment and duct tape; and Daniel and his band of merry academicians were going to get an entire level of climate controlled goodness all to themselves. He'd even ordered Daniel a new chair - just like Hammond's old one - in celebration.
The new teams of internationally staffed and funded SG units would soon call several of those levels home, along with new research and science levels, training levels and administration levels. They'd let NORAD keep the top few floors, just for appearance's sake. Well, actually it would now, in reality, turn into a deep space telemetry tracking station - since they finally had the technology to do such a thing. Life imitating art, yet again.
Jack couldn't help but smile. He turned in his chair and looked out over the D.C. landscape.
"Anything else before I leave tonight, sir?" asked his assistant crisply.
Jack turned, put the papers in the secure pouch, fastened the locking mechanism and handed it off to the young lieutenant. "Just drop this on your way. Have a good weekend - and take that pretty new bride of yours out to dinner."
"Yes, sir," the man grinned. "I'd planned to do exactly that. If you don't mind my asking sir, anything special for you this weekend?"
Jack stood, grabbed his coat off the back of the chair and loosened his tie as he walked with the young man toward the door. "Thinking about going to Colorado for the weekend. Got some friends I'd like to see."
As Jack strolled through the hallways, one thought kept rolling through his head.
Sometimes, it's good to be king.
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August 2006 |
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