I found the key but I can’t get to it.
But neither can he, hehe.
Category Archives: Long Islands
Monroe Ray: cyborg
I died. Right over there. Smashed in the face. Head gone. Then: return. I sit here. Waiting for The One.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0604, Long Islands, Nautilus, Wild West
front and back (covered)
I was back to the beginning point. They were staring at each other across a space I knew represented 2. The missing letter! Now to divide it in 2 and make two one’s about it.
The protective stone that is also an eye magically appeared in the middle. Everything was going to be all right (secret kept).
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0515, Iowa, Long Islands, Nautilus, Wild West
00310514
She practiced her melting exercise atop a magazine vending machine in seedier Eastside, as she’s started to call it, still pondering the missing letter. It wasn’t 3 days ago from now. Yet.
She thought of the barrier between here and Far or Furtherer East, another one or two of her concocted terms. Even more seedier, she’s gathered. Seed itself.
Indeed this is where she’d find the missing letter.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0514, Long Islands, Nautilus, Wild West
where’s the point? 02
The water system of the town was *barely* serviceable — toilets slow to flush, water flow weak overall — but *someone* kept up all this infrastructure to a degree. She wondered about the 10! on the door of the stall she just exited, and how it could be connected to this 102 group she was assigned to investigate, linkable through 101 (10! > 101 > 102). Or perhaps the exclamation point stands for 2 somehow instead of 1, bypassing the needed link. She’d heard things in the middle of the night, scurrying from below, from the other side of the walls, even from above. Although the place appeared totally empty and deserted, someone was here. Her witch training gave her more clues. A *soul* was present: intelligent, secretive, perhaps ultraly so, and, finally, *powerful*. It could be Mid-Hazel disguising herself for one of those lessons, Esmerelda pondered here for not the first time. That might fit — why she can’t penetrate the soul further and read its thoughts, etc.
She was also told 102 represents a missing letter, which she’d narrowed down, again using her witchy powers, to either S, E, or W. If W, we’re all in a heap full of trouble. But I, the omniscient author in the moment, happen to know it’s S. Esmerelda would find out the same day before tomorrow before tomorrow.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0513, Long Islands, Nautilus, Wild West
where’s the point?
She waited in an Alley, knowing this was the place. If only she could remove her hat but knew she couldn’t. Coven rules. *Especially* in a town like this. She must also avoid the facelight — green: she is green, like another famous witch from the Wicked West. Where she was, in fact, the opposite of the Mild or at least Milder East. Wicked Wild West.
Back home:
She wanted to buy a black cat but there wasn’t any around. Ruffles, a tuxedo, would have to do, pheh. *Pheh*.
She tossed and turned all night on her small and uncomfortable bed in her tiny apartment, worrying about the new assignment.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0512, Long Islands, Nautilus, Wild West
Sunklands 