tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16416317382171556052024-03-19T05:18:22.820-06:00GarbageDJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-57550022134031816442011-10-06T13:09:00.002-06:002011-10-06T13:09:52.126-06:00Don't Give Up on Garbage!Well, the last post may be posted. Phoenix is in the hands of the rebels and there are more adventures to come! DJ and I will be trying a new format next spring/summer. We're going to try and finish the second installment and have it cleaned up at least a little bit before we start posting next year.
But you don't even have to wait that long to get your "garbage fix" as Deb so lovingly puts it. :Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-6814745743869916702011-09-19T17:11:00.000-06:002011-09-19T17:11:51.175-06:00Chapter 35 - Micah The SUV came to a stop just outside the East entrance. I pulled out the radio Isoli’s guards left in the vehicle and pressed the “talk” button. “We’re here.” Just the second thing I’d said since leaving the extraction point and heading for Phoenix. The only other words were to inform the rebels that we were on our way in a government issue black SUV. Olivia still sat quietly, staring at her DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-78081337540513579072011-09-10T14:12:00.000-06:002011-09-10T14:12:17.622-06:00Chapter 34 - Micah I waited a moment longer. The hand on my shoulder relaxed. Isoli’s feet shuffled. His head darted around the edge of the chopper. I squeezed the trigger. The former president’s body sprawled backwards. His faced glued to the sky. Thunder clapped through the suddenly ominous dark clouds that filled the sky.
A single drop of rain splashed on my forehead. One drop turned into a downpour. Endless DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-45202623504124068952011-09-05T19:01:00.000-06:002011-09-05T19:01:19.019-06:00Chapter 33 - Micah Dust filled the air. I searched for my target. Eve wrestled with Isoli. Still no shot. My vision remained hampered by the paralyzer bullet. The whole scene taken in through foggy plastic goggles. My focus shifted to the black SUV rumbling down the washboard road, kicking up more dust. My eyes zoomed back to Isoli. I had to take a shot. Five seconds passed. Still nothing. I peered down DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-14465367197163966342011-09-01T16:17:00.003-06:002011-09-01T16:18:09.860-06:00Chapter 32 - Eve
We both sat crouched, waiting. Listening for footsteps. I only heard my heart pounding in my chest. Micah talked like we had a chance of besting the remaining guards and Isoli. I knew he was being optimistic for me. I tried to do the same for him. Especially since deep down I figured this was it. Our last few minutes together.
Still no sounds from outside. I looked questioningly at Micah. Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-45614908998527146212011-08-29T17:05:00.000-06:002011-08-29T17:05:31.020-06:00Chapter 31 - Micah
A small glint of light caught the corner of my eye as the sound of a metal chair grating against cement echoed across the hall. I stood up and watched the light jump around. The plastic security card swooshed as the guard slid it through the card reader. The metal wheels attached to the prison bars ticked methodically; the door skated open. At leastDJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-67033813376530145782011-08-28T08:00:00.000-06:002011-08-28T08:00:03.351-06:00Check out this contest!Want to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card? Head over to my writing blog (Ranee` S. Clark) for all the details! Plus, you'll get links for a BUNCH of other places to win a BUNCH of other great prizes as part of the Awesome August Blog Hop. What are you waiting for!Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-58392818679280794412011-08-22T13:58:00.000-06:002011-08-22T13:58:12.096-06:00T-Shirt Winner!Karen Egeland is our winner! Way to go, Karen. She definitely went the extra mile to get votes on the "Garbage" page.
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Something wasn’t right. I looked at my watch. If it had stopped, I was screwed. Every one I talked to on my way from Tolleson to Sun City said Isoli would execute Olivia and Micah at six a.m. at the prison execution block; death by firing squad with real bullets so they’d both feel all the pain. But it was already five--pink rays of light glinted off the dark gray stone of the prison--and there Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-8413707112673399732011-08-16T18:05:00.000-06:002011-08-16T18:05:01.904-06:00Chapter 29 - Micah
The musty smell of the cold stone floor roused me from a groggy sleep. I rolled over on my back and stared at nothing. The pitch black room combined with my inability to keep track of time made it hard to stay awake. The last time I’d awakened, I could still see. I tried to remember how long it had been since they took Olivia. Had they already executed DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-29373075331620208462011-08-13T08:11:00.000-06:002011-08-13T08:11:08.772-06:00Chapter 28 - Eve
“Out. Of. The. Question.” Tanner slammed his hand down with each word, emphasizing his anger.I folded my arms across my chest. “I’m not waiting to march in with the rebels.” Tanner laughed harshly. “Since when were you doing that, Eve? I thought you were headed east.”“And you’re mad because that’s what you wanted? Weak little Eve out of the way?” I leaned over, placing my palms on the table and Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-62261687002362429402011-08-10T20:42:00.000-06:002011-08-10T20:42:12.946-06:00Chapter 27 - Micah
That night the moon didn’t shine. I snuck out behind Senator Castle’s old office where an almost brand new, black Toyota Tundra sat unused. I didn’t want to take any of the rebel’s vehicles so the truck was my best option. However, I had no idea where the keys were so I would have to pick the lock and hotwire it. I’d done it a few times. It would DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-68110621738088059332011-08-09T09:12:00.000-06:002011-08-09T09:12:32.179-06:00The Non-Wet T-Shirt ContestBecause we figure all of you want to walk around advertising our awesome blog! :) How to win this shirt? Head over to our brand new "Garbage" Facebook page and comment on the Inaugural Contest Post, then get all your friends to come over and like your comment. The person with the most "votes" or likes on their comment wins the T-shirt!Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-46241552874759609322011-08-04T19:04:00.001-06:002011-08-04T19:04:37.641-06:00Chapter 26 - EveThey all told me time and time again at some point I had to choose a side. So maybe I had. And really I chose the side they wanted me to. Apparently I just didn’t believe enough to follow my brother and save the world. I thought about the day I told Isoli in desperation that Olivia was a rebel; that I thought she dragged my brother into the cause. One of my stupid, misguided attempts to save Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-86092909619240349182011-08-03T11:04:00.000-06:002011-08-03T11:04:10.588-06:00Chapter 25 - Micah “What do we know about Zion?” I yelled over the roar of the helicopter, “I mean have we identified the traitors?”
“We took Senator Castle into custody this morning. That’s all we know about,” Tanner replied.
“What DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-42534291369268509302011-07-28T13:04:00.002-06:002011-07-28T13:04:50.602-06:00Chapter 24 - Eve“So, do you like my haircut?”The silent boots were starting to get on my nerves. What good was pacing without the rhythmic sound of footsteps?“Eve. Are you avoiding answering me?” Darion linked his hand with mine and stopped me.“Huh?” I met his eyes then turned back to the window, waiting to see the third black SUV coming up the road toward the bunker. He laughed softly. “You don’t think I look..Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-35578759560494118982011-07-26T11:07:00.000-06:002011-07-26T11:07:13.696-06:00Chapter 23 - Micah I stared at my new haircut in the mirror and smiled as I checked myself out.
“Never short on confidence are you, Micah?” Gloria shook her head in disbelief.
“This buzz cut makes me look tougher, doesn’t it?” I DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-90671092336923089142011-07-22T14:40:00.000-06:002011-07-22T14:40:21.147-06:00Chapter 22 - EveI couldn't cook. Or stir. Or scrub. So instead I paced, but never further than one or two steps from the door. The only time I stopped was to grip the door frame when Darion's grunts of pain turned to screams.This one lasted so long I had to bite my fingers to prevent screams of my own from escaping."Eve. You need to leave." Micah pressed a hand down on my shoulder.I shook my head. "Give him DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-52048243617937993842011-07-19T12:40:00.000-06:002011-07-19T12:40:31.238-06:00Chapter 21 - Micah Ice cold water bit at my skin. The cut on the back of my head burned as the ocean water seeped through. Each stroke became harder than the last. The island looked only a short distance away but never got any closer. I gave up. A few times. Each time my body sank lower into the ocean before taking over and swimming back to the top. One more try, I thought. DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-65529655609494868662011-07-13T16:37:00.001-06:002011-07-13T16:37:49.658-06:00Chapter 20 - EveI stared at Vega, shocked. She leaned forward. I jumped back, stumbling over Gloria’s body. My tailbone smacked hard against the sidewalk.Vega laughed. “Play nice, Eve. If you come without a fight, you won’t get hurt. I hesitated, considering my options. My gut told me going with Vega was a bad idea. So how did I get out of it? She was a trained fighter. I was just a silly housekeeper who wanted Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-2139907666811253732011-07-11T18:53:00.000-06:002011-07-11T18:53:20.682-06:00Winners of Anna's Book "Curse of the Elfs"You heard right, winners! Anna has offered to give away three copies of her ebook "Curse of the Elfs" A big thanks to her and to everyone who participated!
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The night air hung warmly on top of the vacant storage building. At 15 stories high it remained the tallest building within a 20 block radius. It gave a clear view of the apartment building and most of the ATS forces. Blake sat silently as Gabe read off the distances to the three com stations as he peered through the GPS binoculars.
“The closest one is at 100 yards DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-34756733329457509072011-07-04T12:33:00.001-06:002011-07-04T12:34:22.227-06:00Another Give-Away!!I told you there'd be great prizes coming up! Our sponsor is a member of my writing group American Night Writers Association (ANWA), Anna del C. Dye. She is kindly giving away a copy of her ebook "Curse of the Elfs."
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The hours started to blur together. I sat in the corner of the room, closing my eyes every time someone yelled or the zip of electric shots buzzed around us. The ATS was close. It seemed too much to hope that Darion was really okay.
Micah is gone. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again. Darion is all I have left. Can’t I just have this one good thing in my life?
Gloria squeezed my shoulder. Ranee`http://www.blogger.com/profile/08982272894927029549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641631738217155605.post-38917123666270029422011-07-02T09:17:00.003-06:002011-07-02T10:01:21.385-06:00Chapter 17 - Micah
“Mr. Jarvis says you’re unwilling to lead an army on the capital?” The Senator stared at me hard, but his facial features betrayed kindness, not anger. His sculpted silver hair, his blue eyes, strong jaw and broad shoulders gave him the look of a president. His picture could appear on a J.C. Penny ad for business suits or the front page of an election newspaper.
“Not unwilling, unable.”
“DJ Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07144262117628748083noreply@blogger.com1