The Pen of a Ready Writer

     "It's Mr. Carlysle!" The murmur rose up from a number of people as Andrew strode into the midst of the miniature base set up outside the asylum.       The blank stares of the policemen reminded him that no one knew his daughter was there, that no one even knew his daughter was alive.  He needed to find the matron who knew where his daughter was.       Before he could voice his request, a tap came on his arm from a middle-aged woman with a somewhat military bearing.  "Mr. Carlysle?"      "Yes."  He looked her up and down.  "I'm looking for the matron of the children's ward."      She nodded briskly, pursing her lips like the bearer of bad news.  "Come with me and I will tell you what you need to know."      Moments later, she had him seated in a tiny cubicle of a room in a building across the street.  He twisted his hat in his hands.  The matron...

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     Andrew thumbed through the pages of his notebook.  Why was it so wretchedly hard to concentrate tonight?  He silently cursed the swimming letters that refused to organize themselves coherantly on the page.      A light knock sounded on the oaken door of his study.  Andrew nearly leaped to his feet in relief.  Anything to fill the silence of the evening!      "Come in."      Antrin, his faithful servant for the past ten years, entered the room, closing the door behind him. A gust of wind entered with him, filling the room with a dark, suspenseful air.  Antrin looked about him as if afraid of being caught by something.       "What is it, man?" Andrew demanded, but softly, for he suddenly felt as uneasy as Antrin.       "Perhaps you've heard about the uproar in town?" Antrin folded his hands behind his back and spoke in a secretive tone.  "The entire po...

     It was dark when the men carried Stony to his cabin.  Dinah held the wooden door open and pressed her hand to her mouth, trying to stop the tears as she heard his groans.  Someone lit a candle and the pale yellow light flickered over the bloodstained bandage that wrapped her beloved's back.        One of the men clapped his big, meaty hand on Dinah's shoulder.  "Do you need anything, Miss Dinah?" His voice was deep and rumbly and oddly strengthening.  Dinah lowered her hand and shook her head.      The men filed out the door, heading for their own beds.  The day would start early tomorrow and no one wanted to risk his ability to work hard by staying up all night.  Dinah was left alone with Stony.      "Dinah." Stony's voice was a whisper.  "I'm so happy, Dinah."      Dinah looked over his battered form and choked back tears.  "Happy, Stony?"  ...

     The control box was heavier than Emery expected.  She grunted as she lifted it in her arms and hurried into the hallway toward the elevator.      Beth trotted beside her.  "Where are we going, Emery?"      "We're getting you out of here."  She stopped in front of the elevator, setting the box on the floor and flipping a couple switches.      "You're letting them in?" Beth asked.      "Yes.  They can get in the lobby now. And we can use the elevator." Emery pushed the button in the wall and the elevator came to life.  As the doors slide open, she shoved the control box inside.  "Are you coming, Beth?"       Beth ducked into the elevator and eyed Emery.  "You're not going to give me to them?"      "Of course not.  I told you I would get you out of here."      "Why?" Beth wrinkled her nose.     ...

     "Hello?" Emery held the intercom button.  "Anyone there?"       "Hi, Miss Clayton, we're here.  Have you found the control box?" A voice crackled through the intercom.      Emery glanced down at the sheet under the desk.  "Yes, I've got it."      "Okay."  There was a scrambling noise and then a new voice came on the line.  "Miss Clayton, the first thing is to get you out of there.  Use the box to open the necessary doors and bring the box to us."      Beth chewed a finger, looking worriedly at Emery.      Emery shook her head at Beth.  "No.  I think you should come to us.  And one of the staff here needs a doctor.  I'll open the doors for you."      The intercom went silent for a moment.  Then a voice spoke.  "Miss Clayton, can you tell us exactly where Beastly is?"      "No."  ...

Hi, guys...      I am making an appearance today to request your pardons.      I may seem to be a bad blog host.  I promised you a story episode on Saturday, and I did not deliver.      It's true.      And I'm sorry.      I offer as an excuse the fact that our internet went down -- unexpectedly, unexplainedly, and irrevocably for several days.      I will make it up to you somehow.  And, if our internet behaves itself, I will be posting regularly again now.       Thank you for your grace and forgiveness. Yours Truly, wisdomcreates