Path: news.nzbot.com!spool1.sonic-news.com!news-out.sonic-news.com!not.news-service.com!not.alt.net!not.highwinds-media.com!t3!artnm!t3!feeder.news-service.com!feeder.visyn.net!visyn.net!newsfeed01.sul.t-online.de!newsfeed00.sul.t-online.de!t-online.de!news.glorb.com!news-out.readnews.com!news-xxxfer.readnews.com!216.40.28.145.MISMATCH!novia!novia!sequencer.newscene.com!not-for-mail
From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
Newsgroups: alt.fan.prettyboy
Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #105 "In the Cards" +*+*+*+
Date: 9 Feb 2011 17:05:23 -0600
Organization: .
Lines: 202
Message-ID: <Grant-me-that-0902111@Grant.Grant>
Reply-To: +Grant.
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-transfer-encoding: 8bit
X-No-Archive: yes
Xref: news.nzbot.com alt.fan.prettyboy:14465
The Adventures of Stevie #105
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 13 in this story, in Spring of year 3 of his special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #105 "In the Cards"
Dear Carlos,
I'm sorry I have not been writing to you, because I have been so busy
not writing to you. I made the picture cards, which took a very long
time. First I got some decks of playing cards and threw out the cards
and kept just the cardboard boxes they came in. I insulated the insides
of the boxes with silk and lead foil I had left over from wrapping
Victoria's pictures. Then I cut down the blank business cars I got, so
they would fit in the insulated box. I would have liked to do miniature
oil paintings of people on the cards, but I wanted to make all of them
in less than a year. I drew them in dark pencil, with a little
watercolor wash for simple colors, with highlights of pastel chalk. I
wrote the names on the bottom in ink. Then I put them through the
laminating machine to make them smudge proof and durable. I made
leather cases with belt loops, for people who want to put the card
boxes in something better looking and more convenient. There was one
more thing I did. I included a card in all the sets, which has a
picture of my private room in the school on it. I might tell you more
about that later, if I can make myself believe what happened to give me
the idea to do that.
I gave the sets to the people I made them for, and told them they
have to keep them in the insulated card boxes when they are not using
them, so adepts won't know they exist. I used the playing card boxes
because people wouldn't expect anything but playing cards to be in
them, in case somebody noticed it. I gave some cards to Dr. Knot,
already wrapped with insulation, with instructions inside, which he
shouldn't open except in an emergency. I had a lot more cards than
anybody, because I had copies of every kind of card I made, and a lot
of cards I didn't give to other people, such as pictures of my room,
and places like that. I had to sand the plastic lamination surfaces a
little, and rub them with baby powder, to keep them from sticking to
each other, they were so tightly packed. I gave decks to all the team
members, father, Tommy and Jeremy, and Dan, who would let Zack and
Glena use them if they had too. I hid duplicate master packs in
different places, in case I, or anybody else, loses some.
But I went to the temple and visited Shan, before I gave the other
people their packs. We did polite tea, then I said, "I will face at
least 2 more deadly dangerous situations or people before I am 18. I
can't tell you how I know this, but I do. One of them might come here
and attack YOU, before I can get to him. My question is, can you keep
secrets from such a strong adept as one who can beat you and kill you?"
Shan said "Yes, by dying. If I realize I can't stop him, I will die, in
such a way as he cannot revive me. If he succeeds in drawing so much of
my energy, I would be under his control, my death would happen
automatically. He couldn't change my mind about that." I said "I REALLY
don't want you to die, but I have to ask you another question. What if
he is a telepath like Victoria?" He said "If he is like Victoria, I can
easily shield my mind from him. So can you, if you try. If he is
another kind of telepath, I don't know. It is impossible to test
techniques against the unknown. If I think he is successfully reading
my mind, past my controlled surface thoughts, and I strongly suspect I
would know, I would die." I said "I don't want you to die. How strong
would a vampire have to be to beat you?" He smiled and said, "I can't
know that until it happens. Then I wouldn't be able to tell you, having
died. But I will say this. If he is as strong as you are, I would have
no chance against him." I said "Is there anybody here who can help you
defend yourself?" He said "It doesn't work that way. Anyone weaker than
myself who came to my aid, would be easily overcome, if I were in real
danger of being beaten. I am the strongest here." I said "Is there
anything I can do to help you get stronger?" He said "I think not. I
think I have learned almost all I can in this life of which I am
capable, if how long it took me to learn your method of levitation is
any indication."
I said "Do you really think it would be safe to tell you more of my
secrets?" Shan said "I think so, but I am not certain." I said "I will
take a chance with this one. I am not a telepath, but I might be able
to read your mind. Will you let me test my method?" He said "Please." I
took out my card of him, but not so he could see it, and made silent
contact with him. He knew right away I was in his mind, and he blocked
me. I thought that was very good, and told him so. He smiled, but
didn't ask me how I did it. I said "Do you have a safe insulated room?"
He said "Yes we do, for some kinds of meditation." I said "Good. I have
a request. I think we won't be seeing the first major attacker for a
year, but I can't be sure of that. If one of them does attack you, he
might want to kill everybody in the Temple. If there is always a monk
in the safe room, who he can't see, that monk might live through the
attack, and then be able to contact me after it's over. What do you
think?" He said "We will construct a room specifically for that
purpose." I said "I have something here that should be in whatever room
you will be using for that." I gave him a pack of cards, with
instructions inside. I said "This is an insulated package. Inside are
instructions for contacting me instantly, in a really serious
emergency, if I can't be reached by telephone. It shouldn't be opened
until then, unless I ask. It should NOT, under any circumstances, be
opened in the detecting range of a possible enemy adept, or used to
contact me while I'm under attack by an adept." He agreed to the
conditions and took it from me.
We went to look at the insulated room. It was comfortable, and really
insulated. I couldn't make my abilities go past its walls, floor, or
ceiling, in any direction. Then I asked to have a room assigned to me.
I didn't tell him what it was for, except nobody should ever go in it,
and it was not ever to be locked. It should have 2 chairs, a bed, and a
desk. He did have a room like that available, where the monks lived,
but he wanted me to have a more fancy room. He pleaded with me to take
it, so I had to agree. He led me to what turned out to be a whole 2
bedroom apartment for visiting abbots. It even had a kitchen and
bathroom. I told him I couldn't take it. I might never use it. He said
it was alright, because the Temple had 2 others which were empty, just
like it. So I had to accept. I asked to be alone in it for a few
minutes. He went out, and I used some paper there to make charmed
drawings of one of the bedrooms, and the living room, so I could make
copies in cards, to add to my collection.
I had to ask Shan an important question, but I didn't really want to.
I did anyway. I said "Who is next? After you are gone." He said "It is
not my choice. There are 4 local candidates who are, or will be, ready
to assume the position, at this time. However many candidates there
are, who are qualified when I'm gone, they will choose among themselves
who is to be Abbot. If for any reason they cannot, one will be
appointed from another Temple." I said "Do they know about me?" Shan
smiled and said, "All here know about you, and love you. If you mean,
do they know about your special abilities, they do, but not as much as
I do." I said "One more question, or request. Is there anything more
you can tell me about, or teach me anything more I should know about
fighting our enemies?" He said "I think you already know what I would
tell you. Victoria predicted your arrival and some of your abilities,
and something of who and what you would face. So did some of our
adepts. You will face one who you fought in past lives. Sometimes you
won, and sometimes he won, and in some lives, you two never met. We do
not know of his abilities, or the abilities you had in your past lives.
As for teaching you new things, I wouldn't if I could. You know why. I
think you have already exceeded my abilities. I hope to learn from
YOU."
We said goodbyes with hugs and love, and I left the temple. I went
around the building to where I could feel nobody was looking at me, and
took out the card with a picture of the bedroom I share with Dan. I
stared at it and made it come alive. I saw nobody was in the bedroom. I
reached through it with my mind, and my body followed. There was an
instant of blackness which felt like it lasted forever, and then I was
standing for real in my room. I had teleported from one place to
another, in a split second, but I paid an awful price. I had to rush to
the bathroom to throw up almost my entire insides. Probably about 5 or
6 times I threw up, even after there was nothing left to come out. When
it was over, I sat on the floor in the bathroom, bent over my hurting
stomach and cried. After a while, I got up and cleaned up, and went to
undress in my bedroom. Then I went to tell Glena I was home. I had told
her I was going to take the bus from school to visit Shan, and then
take the bus home, so she wasn't surprised to see me.
I could hardly eat supper, but I made myself do it. My family could
see I wasn't feeling well. After supper Glena asked me about it, in
private. I said "I did an experiment involving travel, and found out it
makes me more sick than riding in cars. MUCH more sick. I don't think I
will ever do that again, except in an absolute emergency!" She hugged
me, and let me go to my room. I gave Dan his small deck of cards, and
explained how they are used, and how to keep them undetected. He was
all wide eyed and amazed. I didn't feel well enough to enjoy that,
which he could tell. We experimented enough so we could be sure he
could use them, then he asked me what was wrong with me. I told him
what I told Glena. He could tell by the way I said it, I wasn't going
to tell him any more about it. Then I said, "Dan, could we not do boy
play stuff tonight? I would like to keep our good food inside me, where
it belongs." He said "I understand. Are you going to sleep in your own
bed?" I said "I'm not dead yet. If you will let me, being with you, and
having your arms around me, is the best medicine I could have." He did,
and it was.
I was all better in the morning. And feeling great, the both of us,
while and after we made each other squirt high and far, and often.
That's a very good way to start your day. Morning exercise is good for
you. That kind is much more than just good. Love makes it even better,
and we had a lot of that, too.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
|
|