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Whirlwind · 04-18-2008, 07:13 PM

With the front door open and the wind whooping all around the house, Dolly was just getting ready to set foot outside when something very large and flat and metalic - sheet metal? - whizzed by directly in front of her. If she'd stepped out a bare second before, she thought, what would have happened? Would the sheet metal have decapitated her in one swoop? No more Dolly? End of quest?

"This is impossible," she whispered. She turned around to tell Gloria that there was no way she could survive out there with the wind blasting, but the polite little princess was gone now. Gone like the morning mist at noon.

"Gloria?" she called out over her shoulder. The girl, she figured, would step out of a hidden corner, offering words of encouragement to help Dolly along. She did say that she was going to help, didn't she? "Gloria?"

There was no answer.

Dolly took in a deep breath. Okay - so the sheet metal had been there. It scared Dolly to think of the other things that might be hurdling around out there, things that she hadn't seen yet. A while back, in school, she remembered seeing a photo of a wooden stake that had been driving clean through a tree, impaling it. The wind blasts in a storm, the caption said, can get so high that it can send a drinking straw through an apple, or a stake through a tree.

What if the wind had ripped up someone's picket fence and now there were stakes by the hundreds out there, all painted white and perfect, darting through the air in every direction like wooden bullets?

Fear. Again, there's fear. Oh, Dolly was so afraid! But even before Gloria told her that she'd have to leave, she knew that she had to go.

You know, a dark part of her thought...if you're walking along and a sheet of metal comes flying along taking your head off, your body will still keep going for a few more steps?

Stop it.

It might even take off into a run, the voice inside of her said. It's documented, Dolly, that the spinal chord with its thick rope of nerves can and will act as the brain when you're decapitated. If you sit on a lit cigarette by mistake, for example, your spinal chord will act on behalf of the brain and tell your body to get up quickly. Your brain doesn't need to interfere, and your body does what it's told. So without your brain attached to your body, you might take off into a good sprint before your body realizes that it's supposed to be dead. And

"Stop it!" she screamed.

The sheet metal, for some reason she'd paused before stepping out. She was safe. She wasn't decapitated. There was another force working here, one that she had to learn to trust with her safety completely. God was good, she believed in Him. He took care of her. He is what made her pause before stepping out, He was the reason why she missed the sheet of metal.

Dolly took a step out into the howling wind, bringing her arm up to shield herself from the sudden blast.

(your turn

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Fluffy · 04-19-2008, 03:26 AM

Gritty sand blasted against her arms as Dolly covered her face. The sand stung her arms and legs and she immediately regretted her thin nightgown and bare limbs.
What was she doing?
Lowering her head into the wind, she trudged on.
This reminded her of a dream she had a long time ago. Walking in blowing sand, in the dark, not knowing where she was, or where she was going. Was she dreaming again?
Dolly had definitely decided that she was in the hospital, in a coma. Dreaming all this. But she didnt remember any accounts of coma victims reviving and talking about the dreams they had had.
The sand abated, but the wind continued to howl around her ears.
The dark shadows fluttered around her, seemingly unaffected by the wind. Dolly ignored them.

"Whatcha doin?" A squeaky voice sounded beside her. Dolly jumped with a squeal and looked down.
Standing with difficulty in the strong wind, was a bear-like creature. It wasnt a bear, but it was similar. It had soft, curly fur and black button eyes. A short snout that pulled back in a silly grin, exposing small white teeth. It stood about 3 feet tall.
A talking bear?
Dolly shrugged. Why not? Nothing else makes any sense in this Wonderland.
"I'm walking."
"Where to?"
Dolly hesitated. "I dont know."
"Why not?" The bear was persistent!
"What is your name?" Dolly asked instead. That gave the bear pause.
"I dont know." It shrugged. "Why dont YOU name me?"
"How about Bug? Because you are bugging me." Dolly started walking again.
"Bug." The bear fell in step with her, giving a little hop once in a while to keep up. "I dont think I like that name." Bug was quiet a moment. "But it'll do until you find something better."
"Thank you." Dolly answered dryly.
They walked in silence until Dolly could stand it no longer.
"Just what are you?" She demanded, coming to a stop.
Bug blinked in surprise. "Dont you know?"
"No."
"I'm your best friend!"
Dolly held up her hands and started to protest. Then she remembered a childhood toy she had cherished. So long ago.
No, it couldnt be.
Could it?
BOOM! BOOM!
Thunder pealed overhead, causing Bug to scramble up Dolly's legs and onto her shoulders.
"Help!" Bug squeaked.
"Get down." Dolly pried him off of her. "It's just thunder."
"I dont like it!"
Dolly patted Bug's head.
BOOM!
Back up Dolly's legs he went. Dolly sighed and resigned herself to carrying him.
She couldnt tell if there were storm clouds over head or not. It was all so dark here. She could only see what was immediately around her.
The fluttery things were gone, though.
Dolly kept walking. She noticed the terrain was no longer flat and smooth. It was getting hilly, and rocky. She really had to watch her step or she would stumble.
Bug whimpered everytime it thundered, which was regularly. Why did she pick this thing up, anyway? Dolly watched her feet. Blue flipflop, rock, blue flipflop, sand. She noticed her blisters had healed up. One lone bandaid was flapping in the wind.

(your turn!)

04-18-2008, 07:13 PM	#51 (permalink)
Whirlwind Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Central Oregon Posts: 2,730 Rep Power: 3	With the front door open and the wind whooping all around the house, Dolly was just getting ready to set foot outside when something very large and flat and metalic - sheet metal? - whizzed by directly in front of her. If she'd stepped out a bare second before, she thought, what would have happened? Would the sheet metal have decapitated her in one swoop? No more Dolly? End of quest? "This is impossible," she whispered. She turned around to tell Gloria that there was no way she could survive out there with the wind blasting, but the polite little princess was gone now. Gone like the morning mist at noon. "Gloria?" she called out over her shoulder. The girl, she figured, would step out of a hidden corner, offering words of encouragement to help Dolly along. She did say that she was going to help, didn't she? "Gloria?" There was no answer. Dolly took in a deep breath. Okay - so the sheet metal had been there. It scared Dolly to think of the other things that might be hurdling around out there, things that she hadn't seen yet. A while back, in school, she remembered seeing a photo of a wooden stake that had been driving clean through a tree, impaling it. The wind blasts in a storm, the caption said, can get so high that it can send a drinking straw through an apple, or a stake through a tree. What if the wind had ripped up someone's picket fence and now there were stakes by the hundreds out there, all painted white and perfect, darting through the air in every direction like wooden bullets? Fear. Again, there's fear. Oh, Dolly was so afraid! But even before Gloria told her that she'd have to leave, she knew that she had to go. You know, a dark part of her thought...if you're walking along and a sheet of metal comes flying along taking your head off, your body will still keep going for a few more steps? Stop it. It might even take off into a run, the voice inside of her said. It's documented, Dolly, that the spinal chord with its thick rope of nerves can and will act as the brain when you're decapitated. If you sit on a lit cigarette by mistake, for example, your spinal chord will act on behalf of the brain and tell your body to get up quickly. Your brain doesn't need to interfere, and your body does what it's told. So without your brain attached to your body, you might take off into a good sprint before your body realizes that it's supposed to be dead. And "Stop it!" she screamed. The sheet metal, for some reason she'd paused before stepping out. She was safe. She wasn't decapitated. There was another force working here, one that she had to learn to trust with her safety completely. God was good, she believed in Him. He took care of her. He is what made her pause before stepping out, He was the reason why she missed the sheet of metal. Dolly took a step out into the howling wind, bringing her arm up to shield herself from the sudden blast. (your turn) __________________ Chapter-by-Chapter, verse-by-verse. Jesus is the Living Word.

04-19-2008, 03:26 AM	#52 (permalink)
Fluffy Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Texas Posts: 1,330 Blog Entries: 3 Rep Power: 2	Gritty sand blasted against her arms as Dolly covered her face. The sand stung her arms and legs and she immediately regretted her thin nightgown and bare limbs. What was she doing? Lowering her head into the wind, she trudged on. This reminded her of a dream she had a long time ago. Walking in blowing sand, in the dark, not knowing where she was, or where she was going. Was she dreaming again? Dolly had definitely decided that she was in the hospital, in a coma. Dreaming all this. But she didnt remember any accounts of coma victims reviving and talking about the dreams they had had. The sand abated, but the wind continued to howl around her ears. The dark shadows fluttered around her, seemingly unaffected by the wind. Dolly ignored them. "Whatcha doin?" A squeaky voice sounded beside her. Dolly jumped with a squeal and looked down. Standing with difficulty in the strong wind, was a bear-like creature. It wasnt a bear, but it was similar. It had soft, curly fur and black button eyes. A short snout that pulled back in a silly grin, exposing small white teeth. It stood about 3 feet tall. A talking bear? Dolly shrugged. Why not? Nothing else makes any sense in this Wonderland. "I'm walking." "Where to?" Dolly hesitated. "I dont know." "Why not?" The bear was persistent! "What is your name?" Dolly asked instead. That gave the bear pause. "I dont know." It shrugged. "Why dont YOU name me?" "How about Bug? Because you are bugging me." Dolly started walking again. "Bug." The bear fell in step with her, giving a little hop once in a while to keep up. "I dont think I like that name." Bug was quiet a moment. "But it'll do until you find something better." "Thank you." Dolly answered dryly. They walked in silence until Dolly could stand it no longer. "Just what are you?" She demanded, coming to a stop. Bug blinked in surprise. "Dont you know?" "No." "I'm your best friend!" Dolly held up her hands and started to protest. Then she remembered a childhood toy she had cherished. So long ago. No, it couldnt be. Could it? BOOM! BOOM! Thunder pealed overhead, causing Bug to scramble up Dolly's legs and onto her shoulders. "Help!" Bug squeaked. "Get down." Dolly pried him off of her. "It's just thunder." "I dont like it!" Dolly patted Bug's head. BOOM! Back up Dolly's legs he went. Dolly sighed and resigned herself to carrying him. She couldnt tell if there were storm clouds over head or not. It was all so dark here. She could only see what was immediately around her. The fluttery things were gone, though. Dolly kept walking. She noticed the terrain was no longer flat and smooth. It was getting hilly, and rocky. She really had to watch her step or she would stumble. Bug whimpered everytime it thundered, which was regularly. Why did she pick this thing up, anyway? Dolly watched her feet. Blue flipflop, rock, blue flipflop, sand. She noticed her blisters had healed up. One lone bandaid was flapping in the wind. (your turn!) __________________ Be transparent before God, He sees right thru you, anyway! http://www.likepreciousfaith.org/testimony_val.htm Please pray for your local emergency responders, daily.

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