Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Five by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Five
CLUNK. . . CLUNK . . . CLUNK.. . The sound of the steel bll berarings dropping into the bucvket drove Emanon into hat lookd like a frenzy. In order to appear cool, calm an collected, Emanon decided to try to engage the DEvil-man in some dfegree of banter. As th Escapologisdtg was deploying a lock pick from the cartridge on her right arm, into her right hand, nd starting to work it into the claamp thatheld her right rist to theclhair, Emanon spoke. "If you eere in my position, wht would you do swith the money?" "I think I wold make a generrous donation to the Villains' Guild Retireement Home for Old henchmen."said the Devil-man.. Emanon could notsee the look on Hofffmans' face underhis mask. IF she had known =what Angelo Merheii=lli does to failed Henchees, and to thos ho don't carry out their orders proprly, she'd eralize that she'dstruck a nerve. First the right rist as free. Thn, th left rist was free. Thn, she started to ork
Emanon in Peril Atert Peril, Chapter Sixty-Four by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril Atert Peril, Chapter Sixty-Four
When day is dawning, breakfast comers first. Emanon did not want to face peril on an empty stomach. The escapologist then went back to her room at the cheap motel, and made sure that her tools weree all in good working order. Her mini-blade ws in its "holster" along hr left arm, whle her lockpicks were installed along her right arm. The Limo came at about the time she thought it would come. There ere the usual crew of stagehands and showrunners. There ws also Bernard Eleazar Bubb, who looked like he didn't have a worry in the world. IF Emanon had but known. . .she might have been more satisfied. Bubb had gotten another call from Europe during the night while Emanon ws having her decnt, respetable nightmares. He made sure to remind her that, if she escaped hr nexct Challenge, her cash and prizes would total two-hundred-fiftgy-six housand dollars--and sh'd be in the highest tax bracket Thy all went back to the First National Theater, wheree vaious
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Three by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Three
If a scientist were able to study Emanon as sh lay in the cheap motl bed, he'd see tht hereyesweree moving rapidly. it would be obvioius to this Scientist tht Emanon was still dreaming. . . Agent Seven-Eleven had already begin to move her nimble fingers as best she could, ith her nands bound behind the back of he chair to which she'd been fstened by the minions of the Sheik of Araby. The way she was wigglijng her digits, you think she as trying to sign to ja deaf person standing behind her--if such a person was indeed standing behind hr. Nut AGent SEbven Elevn was not signing. She was trying to work her hands freee, so tht she could get out of the way before the eleaborate--but crude--indfendiary device she fced engulfed the office she had invaded in the sort of flame htat should normally happn in the combustion chamber of a high performance automoile. It actually idn't gt the trained AGent long to free her hand, and remove the other ropes
Emanon in Pril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Two by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Pril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Two
While riding b ack tothe chdapmotel where Peril TV hadf been putting herup duing hr apperances on "Dare the Devil", Rmsnon hsf timre to think. "I grl likr I m imn erly Vueville. . . "two-a-day. zno telling whtthey ill hzve dreamed up for m tomorrrow." AS Emanon jput on her midnight-blue pajamas nd climbed into bed betweenthe soft heeets, he hoped her hyperactive imagination wouldlet her slep in piece. It was not so to be. Agent Seven-Eleven wsinvestigating some skulluggery imn the oil industryu--ss to hy oil priceds hd shot ups soon s a new sidnt s inugurated. She hdd been invesigating in the offics nd files of the Moon OIl Company, when she felt he gentle cares of a bzton upon the bck of her hed. When she hd fully zakened from the cosh, she tried to ee if her limbs ere still orking. Lat thing she needed was to haved a sroke in the line of duty. She found tht her hnds hd beeen tied behind hr bck, zn h znkles h been tid
Ejmanmon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-One by netrap, literature
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Ejmanmon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-One
The Escapologist feltthe plank to which she was tied lurch z it srtartred to move towards the sinister serrations that had beeen arranged to divided her into at least two pieces. Shnen she felt that lurch, Emanon flexd themuscleds in her right arm, and thus deployed her lock pick. She then started to work on the clamp that held her right wrist and right arm in place. Her expertise with tthis tool was such htat she heard the clock CLICK and the clamp give way in what semed like jig time. She then crossed over to work on the clamp on her left wrist. That id not take much longer to open....... The prestidigitatrix then flexd muscles in her left arm to deploy her mini-blade--a gloified box-cutter, tow work on the straps that had beeen laid across her torso. They ere merely leather, and surendered to the sharp steel of the mini-blade, without asmuch ado as Hoffman--or his paymsters--might have hoped. once Emanon had cu throiugh the strap that
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty
Emanon knew that there would be some time before her next challenge. So, sh hd some time to don the clothing provided for her next challenge. It was a ongsleeved dress, in a lighter shade than she was usd o dosplaying. She got an idea as to what she might be fcing when she noticd that, just aove the wistline, there were a row of black dfashes, outlined in silver. Just aobove tthose weree some words, in flowing ursive script--lack, outlined in silver. Emanon had to chuckle when she realizd what these words weree. CUT ALONG DOTTTED LINE. The dress ws long enough in the sleevves to conceal the appaatus tht housed her lock pick and her mini-blade. No sense in showing the audience everything! The Stagehands came for her then, then took her to another stage that had been set up, complete with lights and cameras. Emanon was leld to a plank, to which she was strappd. fThe plank had been painted white, excep;t for a black X that marked where
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Nine by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Nine
Hoffman entered the office wearing a brownbusiness suit. He hadshdthe Devil regaliatht he was expected to wear on stage. Waiting forhimwsaBernardEleazar Bubb,seaed at a desk. Bubbs exressionwasnot partiularly kindly. "You sentforme,sir?",sskedhoffman,ascheerily aspossible. "Hoffman,I'm startingtoget angry emails from my Europeansources,who arputting up the shekels for this shindig." said Bubb. They wntherdead,anddeadby peril--not by thenewChinesevisuseveryone is talking about. Ijusdt reeived a video attachedto oneoftheseemails froms somcockamamie duchyinEurope--place I never heard tell of." Bubb poited towards a large video screen that had been set up facing his desk. "Hoffman,that screen isslavedto my desktopcomputer,so I an show you what was imbedded onto one of the recent emails. I have been told,in no uncertainterms,thatifemanonsurvives one more peril,thiscouldhappen to him. Afeew deft krydtrokes, and the screen sparked
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Eight by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Eight
As soon as the World's Lsrgest Pendulum Bobbganitsrhyhmic oscillations,Emanonflexed themuscles in her left arm, and hus deployed hrrusty mini-bladde. Shebegantoworkontheroethatwasholdngherleft wristinplace. It didn't takeongforthecse-hardenedsteel blade to severtherope holdingher left arm inplace. It was only thn that she hazarded a glance a themonitors in front of her. She saw that the sawblade that hadbeen attached to the bottom of the Bob qAJUATove the tau rope that would hold the dead weight in place. She din't think she was in any danger yet. Onceshehadstaknapeeed,sherehedacossstocut theropeholingherlef arm inplace. Jus after shehacu that rope, shehead anoher sound SKRRRT...SKRRRT...SKRRRT Thesawbladewascaresssing the rope underneath. jTht ropewassaring to fray. Emanon did not wase time watching theopeget cutthrough. She bent downt on the ropes onherankles. Those didn'ttakeall thatlong She leapt forward off the Bob and onto the
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Seven by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Seven
Emanon, bound spread-eagle as shewas, regaded theman in heDevilsui, flanked by gwo miniors, andjus o on ide of a harpoon gun, loaded and redyy o be fird a something--orsomebody. "Well, Old Ned--I reckon i's ime fo you to go into a long-winded explanaion ofthis Challenge" said the Escapologist. "Yes,it'smy tuntogloat,Emanon" saidHofman,cladindiabolic raimen. "IF you regard the monitoron the lef, you'llseethat youare bound to thebobof the World's Larges Pendulum. Thisis even too big to b offered by DECavelle IndistruesandDEvlopmens--specialists in peril supplies for the discerning Villain. "If youregadthemonitoron theright,you willnotice a holeintheflor,below thnadiryourPendulum's swing. "W haveataheda sawblade o hebotom of your Disc of Doom. WIth eahswing, he Penduum will desnd by onecenimeer,orwo-fifh of an inch. "Alo nogice tht a au ropeisstetched across the hole in thefloor. Thesawblade will slice intoherop, and--inime--will cut
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Six by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Six
Emanon decided to get up as the first light of day was breaking in theEast. She got dresssed in her usul midnight blue, and went down from her room to the small cafe that wass attached to the cheap motel in which she was being put up. Shehdnoillusions as to what she could expect withtheday's acivities "Another day, another peril"--that almost fatalsticidea came to her as she stared inon her scrambledeggs, hash bowns, sausageandFrench toast. Soon after B=breakfst, theusuallimousine pulld into the liited prking area of the heap motel. However, its other oiccupantswere burlier stagehands. They seemed friendly enough--not the usual goons. Emanon ws driventothe old First National Theater building, andws then husled into the room underneath the stage of that venerable old heater. There she was laid down, supine, upona laerge able, soem eight feet indiameter. White cottonrops bound her wrissandankles,andthe surface of the table seeemed convex. There
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Five by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Five
CLUNK. . . CLUNK . . . CLUNK.. . The sound of the steel bll berarings dropping into the bucvket drove Emanon into hat lookd like a frenzy. In order to appear cool, calm an collected, Emanon decided to try to engage the DEvil-man in some dfegree of banter. As th Escapologisdtg was deploying a lock pick from the cartridge on her right arm, into her right hand, nd starting to work it into the claamp thatheld her right rist to theclhair, Emanon spoke. "If you eere in my position, wht would you do swith the money?" "I think I wold make a generrous donation to the Villains' Guild Retireement Home for Old henchmen."said the Devil-man.. Emanon could notsee the look on Hofffmans' face underhis mask. IF she had known =what Angelo Merheii=lli does to failed Henchees, and to thos ho don't carry out their orders proprly, she'd eralize that she'dstruck a nerve. First the right rist as free. Thn, th left rist was free. Thn, she started to ork
Emanon in Peril Atert Peril, Chapter Sixty-Four by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril Atert Peril, Chapter Sixty-Four
When day is dawning, breakfast comers first. Emanon did not want to face peril on an empty stomach. The escapologist then went back to her room at the cheap motel, and made sure that her tools weree all in good working order. Her mini-blade ws in its "holster" along hr left arm, whle her lockpicks were installed along her right arm. The Limo came at about the time she thought it would come. There ere the usual crew of stagehands and showrunners. There ws also Bernard Eleazar Bubb, who looked like he didn't have a worry in the world. IF Emanon had but known. . .she might have been more satisfied. Bubb had gotten another call from Europe during the night while Emanon ws having her decnt, respetable nightmares. He made sure to remind her that, if she escaped hr nexct Challenge, her cash and prizes would total two-hundred-fiftgy-six housand dollars--and sh'd be in the highest tax bracket Thy all went back to the First National Theater, wheree vaious
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Three by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Three
If a scientist were able to study Emanon as sh lay in the cheap motl bed, he'd see tht hereyesweree moving rapidly. it would be obvioius to this Scientist tht Emanon was still dreaming. . . Agent Seven-Eleven had already begin to move her nimble fingers as best she could, ith her nands bound behind the back of he chair to which she'd been fstened by the minions of the Sheik of Araby. The way she was wigglijng her digits, you think she as trying to sign to ja deaf person standing behind her--if such a person was indeed standing behind hr. Nut AGent SEbven Elevn was not signing. She was trying to work her hands freee, so tht she could get out of the way before the eleaborate--but crude--indfendiary device she fced engulfed the office she had invaded in the sort of flame htat should normally happn in the combustion chamber of a high performance automoile. It actually idn't gt the trained AGent long to free her hand, and remove the other ropes
Emanon in Pril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Two by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Pril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-Two
While riding b ack tothe chdapmotel where Peril TV hadf been putting herup duing hr apperances on "Dare the Devil", Rmsnon hsf timre to think. "I grl likr I m imn erly Vueville. . . "two-a-day. zno telling whtthey ill hzve dreamed up for m tomorrrow." AS Emanon jput on her midnight-blue pajamas nd climbed into bed betweenthe soft heeets, he hoped her hyperactive imagination wouldlet her slep in piece. It was not so to be. Agent Seven-Eleven wsinvestigating some skulluggery imn the oil industryu--ss to hy oil priceds hd shot ups soon s a new sidnt s inugurated. She hdd been invesigating in the offics nd files of the Moon OIl Company, when she felt he gentle cares of a bzton upon the bck of her hed. When she hd fully zakened from the cosh, she tried to ee if her limbs ere still orking. Lat thing she needed was to haved a sroke in the line of duty. She found tht her hnds hd beeen tied behind hr bck, zn h znkles h been tid
Ejmanmon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-One by netrap, literature
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Ejmanmon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty-One
The Escapologist feltthe plank to which she was tied lurch z it srtartred to move towards the sinister serrations that had beeen arranged to divided her into at least two pieces. Shnen she felt that lurch, Emanon flexd themuscleds in her right arm, and thus deployed her lock pick. She then started to work on the clamp that held her right wrist and right arm in place. Her expertise with tthis tool was such htat she heard the clock CLICK and the clamp give way in what semed like jig time. She then crossed over to work on the clamp on her left wrist. That id not take much longer to open....... The prestidigitatrix then flexd muscles in her left arm to deploy her mini-blade--a gloified box-cutter, tow work on the straps that had beeen laid across her torso. They ere merely leather, and surendered to the sharp steel of the mini-blade, without asmuch ado as Hoffman--or his paymsters--might have hoped. once Emanon had cu throiugh the strap that
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Sixty
Emanon knew that there would be some time before her next challenge. So, sh hd some time to don the clothing provided for her next challenge. It was a ongsleeved dress, in a lighter shade than she was usd o dosplaying. She got an idea as to what she might be fcing when she noticd that, just aove the wistline, there were a row of black dfashes, outlined in silver. Just aobove tthose weree some words, in flowing ursive script--lack, outlined in silver. Emanon had to chuckle when she realizd what these words weree. CUT ALONG DOTTTED LINE. The dress ws long enough in the sleevves to conceal the appaatus tht housed her lock pick and her mini-blade. No sense in showing the audience everything! The Stagehands came for her then, then took her to another stage that had been set up, complete with lights and cameras. Emanon was leld to a plank, to which she was strappd. fThe plank had been painted white, excep;t for a black X that marked where
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Nine by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Nine
Hoffman entered the office wearing a brownbusiness suit. He hadshdthe Devil regaliatht he was expected to wear on stage. Waiting forhimwsaBernardEleazar Bubb,seaed at a desk. Bubbs exressionwasnot partiularly kindly. "You sentforme,sir?",sskedhoffman,ascheerily aspossible. "Hoffman,I'm startingtoget angry emails from my Europeansources,who arputting up the shekels for this shindig." said Bubb. They wntherdead,anddeadby peril--not by thenewChinesevisuseveryone is talking about. Ijusdt reeived a video attachedto oneoftheseemails froms somcockamamie duchyinEurope--place I never heard tell of." Bubb poited towards a large video screen that had been set up facing his desk. "Hoffman,that screen isslavedto my desktopcomputer,so I an show you what was imbedded onto one of the recent emails. I have been told,in no uncertainterms,thatifemanonsurvives one more peril,thiscouldhappen to him. Afeew deft krydtrokes, and the screen sparked
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Eight by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Eight
As soon as the World's Lsrgest Pendulum Bobbganitsrhyhmic oscillations,Emanonflexed themuscles in her left arm, and hus deployed hrrusty mini-bladde. Shebegantoworkontheroethatwasholdngherleft wristinplace. It didn't takeongforthecse-hardenedsteel blade to severtherope holdingher left arm inplace. It was only thn that she hazarded a glance a themonitors in front of her. She saw that the sawblade that hadbeen attached to the bottom of the Bob qAJUATove the tau rope that would hold the dead weight in place. She din't think she was in any danger yet. Onceshehadstaknapeeed,sherehedacossstocut theropeholingherlef arm inplace. Jus after shehacu that rope, shehead anoher sound SKRRRT...SKRRRT...SKRRRT Thesawbladewascaresssing the rope underneath. jTht ropewassaring to fray. Emanon did not wase time watching theopeget cutthrough. She bent downt on the ropes onherankles. Those didn'ttakeall thatlong She leapt forward off the Bob and onto the
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Seven by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Seven
Emanon, bound spread-eagle as shewas, regaded theman in heDevilsui, flanked by gwo miniors, andjus o on ide of a harpoon gun, loaded and redyy o be fird a something--orsomebody. "Well, Old Ned--I reckon i's ime fo you to go into a long-winded explanaion ofthis Challenge" said the Escapologist. "Yes,it'smy tuntogloat,Emanon" saidHofman,cladindiabolic raimen. "IF you regard the monitoron the lef, you'llseethat youare bound to thebobof the World's Larges Pendulum. Thisis even too big to b offered by DECavelle IndistruesandDEvlopmens--specialists in peril supplies for the discerning Villain. "If youregadthemonitoron theright,you willnotice a holeintheflor,below thnadiryourPendulum's swing. "W haveataheda sawblade o hebotom of your Disc of Doom. WIth eahswing, he Penduum will desnd by onecenimeer,orwo-fifh of an inch. "Alo nogice tht a au ropeisstetched across the hole in thefloor. Thesawblade will slice intoherop, and--inime--will cut
Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Six by netrap, literature
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Emanon in Peril After Peril, Chapter Fifty-Six
Emanon decided to get up as the first light of day was breaking in theEast. She got dresssed in her usul midnight blue, and went down from her room to the small cafe that wass attached to the cheap motel in which she was being put up. Shehdnoillusions as to what she could expect withtheday's acivities "Another day, another peril"--that almost fatalsticidea came to her as she stared inon her scrambledeggs, hash bowns, sausageandFrench toast. Soon after B=breakfst, theusuallimousine pulld into the liited prking area of the heap motel. However, its other oiccupantswere burlier stagehands. They seemed friendly enough--not the usual goons. Emanon ws driventothe old First National Theater building, andws then husled into the room underneath the stage of that venerable old heater. There she was laid down, supine, upona laerge able, soem eight feet indiameter. White cottonrops bound her wrissandankles,andthe surface of the table seeemed convex. There
Penelope's Birthday Surprise by Evil-Doppelganger, literature
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Penelope's Birthday Surprise
As she drove down the dark, lonely road somewhere between Silverbridge and Barchester, the lovely Penelope York wondered, for perhaps the twentieth time that day, if she might have been better off just forgetting all about her birthday this year. Penelope turned 40 this year. Back when she was younger, in her teens and early 20s, 40 had seemed so old! Now that she had actually hit the big four-aught, she didn’t feel old and most people insisted that she didn’t look old, but she still had to wonder if, perhaps, she wasn’t fooling herself. So, she had been ready to celebrate her birthday with a take-away dinner, a cupcake, and a movie marathon by herself in her flat. But her friends had insisted that her age was something to celebrate, so they’d planned a special day for her. She had been sent sightseeing in Silverbridge with a scavenger hunt, followed by a series of clues that were supposed to lead her to the party. Oh, and the dress. Apparently, her party was supposed to have a
It was nearly midnight, and Selene was still hard at work at her job at the local police station. She organized papers, tidied up her desk, did research, and just forgot to go home. Work was good. Work kept her mind away from the bad thoughts. Work kept her hands away from her knife.
The large LED lights on the ceiling usually made the deserted police station warm and bright. Tonight, however, they seemed oddly sterile and empty. It made Selene uneasy. She knew she was just being paranoid. Maybe some fresh air would help. She stood up from her chair and walked towards the window.
Suddenly, something hit her hard in the center of her spine.
Isabella Jones and the burning Raven: Part I by Lady-Distracto, literature
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Isabella Jones and the burning Raven: Part I
Isabella hurled her bag through the cabin door. Jackson cried out from inside.
“Quit whinin’ Jackson.” She chided, turning back for the rest of their gear.
It was a clear morning, the sky was pristine, and there was only a slight chill in the air. Refreshing rather than cold. She stooped to shoulder another bag, then reached for a second only for someone to beat her to it.
“Morning, dad.” She said, a little surprised.
“Hey honey.” He shouldered a second pack.
For the first time in a long time he wasn’t wearing a suit or anything really…formal. His car was parked a little away across t
PoPP: Spring Break Adventure Chapter 12 by Orange-Ratchet, literature
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PoPP: Spring Break Adventure Chapter 12
A little while later, both Penelope and Pandora were tied up together inside a large cradle for two atop a large tree branch as the latter was trying to struggle out of her bonds, with the other just glaring at the man who was atop the ladder... that man being the Hooded Claw.
"How did you manage to make these ropes tight?" Pandora grunted as she tried to loosen herself.
"Don't even bother. The knots are too complicated for even a Pitstop to handle." The Hooded Claw gave a cheeky grin.
"May I ask what sort of peril you are putting not only me, but my sister through this time, you hooded fiend?" Penelope asked with a glare on her face.
"Wh
The Perils of Francine by David-presents, literature
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The Perils of Francine
“Hey-yelp! HEY-YELP!”
“Missus S! What is it?” asked Jeff Fischer, hurrying into the kitchen.
“Sorry to alarm you, Jeff, just getting into character.” Francine Smith turned the bacon and eggs in the frying pan. “I got a Penelope Pitstop outfit and I’m practicing her personality for when I put it on. Something to do as I make breakfast, I mean, this little ol’ breakfast,” she corrected, having a try at Penelope’s honeyed Southern accent.
Jeff looked hungrily at the bacon and eggs, but poured himself a bowl of organic granola and soymilk instead. His wife, Hayley, kept hi
Now that i have finished "Abra-Ca-Peril", I only hope that the assorted viewers have liked it.
I am about to embark on my next piece for this Site. It's going to be my first attempt at fan-fiction. I hope I do right by it.
Get ready f...
After nearly two years of lurking and leaving occasional comments, I am going to start writing one of my peril serials for Deviantart.
I think that I can do this and still keep writing for some of the Yahoo groups, as well.
I think I can say with complete safety that, if you like what BaronWitchnapper has been putting on is DA site--or if you like what Toomerlot has been posting on his DA site--you will like my humble contributions.
I must ask that you bear with any typographical errors that you may seein y stories. I have endured a visual impairment for my entire life, and thus I am not able to catch everything, even with