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Biology 401

May 28, 2014 1 comment

Sorry for the delay. Here is the next installment to the Biology series. I hope you enjoy it.

L. E. White

Biology 401

Josh tilted his face towards the roof of the car and tried to keep his voice steady. He couldn’t believe what Helen was about to do for him and since she had asked him to sing to her he wanted to try and do a good job. He felt her pull on his waistband, stretching the material away from his skin and he let his eyes close. He hit one of the lowest notes in the song at the same time that she placed her lips on his stomach just below his belly button. His heart was racing, this was it, and he poured his exhilaration into his song.

The note seemed to take on a life of its own inside him. It vibrated out of his throat and Helen screamed. She released his waistband, letting the elastic snap back down against Josh’s stomach. There was a sudden pulse of high pitched noise, and then the windows of the car exploded, showering glass around the vehicle.

Josh’s eyes snapped open and he looked down. Helen was on the seat between his legs, her knees folded up under her and both hands over her ears. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her cheeks were streaked with black lines running down her face like snakes working their way over dead, dry grass.

A couple of drops had fallen off her chin and Josh could see where they had landed on his shorts. “What happened,” he asked, looking around the car. He could see tiny rainbows as pieces of glass that had remained on the car refracted the security light from posts around the parking lot.

A low, guttural, growl drew Josh’s attention back to Helen. He reached one hand forward, intending to put it on her shoulder and try to comfort her, when she looked up at him.

Josh’s breath came out in jagged gasps as he tried to slide further away from her on the seat. Helen was snarling at him, her lips pulled back so far that he could see her gums. Her eyes were wide, and where he thought he had imagined her eyes sparkling in the darkness, little red sparks now flowed from the outer edge into the center, making those eyes look like a neon arrow point to a motel with vacancies.

“Wh-Wh-What the…”

Helen’s words came out of the snarling and sounded like an old woman who had spent her life smoking. “What are you?”

“What the hell are you?”

Her growl raised in pitch until it sounded like the neighbor’s cat when it had gotten its hind end run over by a car. Helen shook her head, her hair flying loose and whipping around before arching her back and turning her face to the ceiling. Josh watched her change, her body shriveling so that he could see ribs and collar bones where her shirt was unbuttoned.

When Helen lowered her head to look at him, Josh screamed. A ring of black spikes had erupted around her mouth and her face had shrunk until the skin looked like a bed sheet stretched over her skull. He screamed, both hands clutching the seats around him until he had to gasp to take in another breath.

Helen lunged at him, her head low and slammed her face into his stomach. Josh felt a sharp, burning pain as the spikes slammed into his stomach, surrounding his belly button.

Josh screamed again, but his voice warbled and cracked as Helen’s back arched and he felt pressure against his gut. When he drew another breath, he felt cold. Numbness flowed out from his middle and with that numbness his mind cleared.

Josh took another short breath before making a sound. This time, instead of a scream, he let out a deep, vibrating note of song. He did his best to focus on that note, to make fill the air like he had done earlier, and the car began to shake.

Helen jerked away from him; long strands of dark dragging out between the two of them after her fangs released him. Josh’s voice broke when his breath ran out. The next breath brought with it another blast of searing pain and he gasps instead of resuming the note.

“What are you?” The words sounded like they were being screamed by a group of old women as the creature in front of him clawed at its face.  The creature reached one hand back and managed to open the door so that it could fall back out of the car and Josh stared as it started crawling away from the car. “Hurt. Hurts!”

Something landed on top of the car with a loud thump. Josh looked up to see a dent in the top of the car above him and tried to flatten out in the seat. He put his feet in the floor board and looked at Helen where she was lying in the parking lot.

Josh could see a ridge along her spine where she was lying on the pavement. Whatever she was, she managed to roll over and rise up onto her elbows. Its face lifted, and when those sparkling eyes met his again, Josh could feel the hatred coming out of her like standing in front of an oven that had just been opened.

The creature didn’t stop to stare at him; instead, it kept looking higher until he was sure it was looking at whatever had landed on top of the care. “No,” it said and its legs started scooting over the pavement in a fast, stomping motion as it tried to back further away from the car.

Josh heard a soft note, like a person singing the word, Ahh. The louder the note got, the faster the monster kicked its feet. The car began to shake and the bushes at the edge of the lot looked like they were being blown away by a storm.

The creature clapped its hands over its ears and screamed. Josh saw it twist and wiggle, its mouth wide open, despite not being able to hear it over the single note that now made the air look like it was waving from heat.

The monster on the ground arched its back so that only its head and feet were touching the ground. Though Josh couldn’t see its face, he still saw the blood splatter out on the pavement when its head exploded. The body went limp, and Josh felt like he was falling before the world went black.

Categories: Flash Fiction, serial

Delays, Delays

May 28, 2014 Leave a comment

Just wanted to let you know that this weeks post will be later in the day than normal.

 

L E White

Categories: Uncategorized

Biology 302

May 21, 2014 Leave a comment

Just the story. I don’t really have anything I want to talk about. I did just watch, “Possession” and it was a fantastic movie. I just don’t have the time to write a review today.

L. E. White

Biology 302

The feel of her lips, slick from either balm or lipstick, pushed all other thoughts out of his mind. Josh felt like his face was on fire. He realized that she was on top of him, her body warm and light, without realizing that they had ever changed positions. His left arm wrapped around her waist, squeezing her to him, while his right hand was tangled in her hair. As he felt the strands move around his fingers, he remembered the feel of the silk scarf that his aunt liked to wear.

Helen put both palms against his chest and pushed, lifting her body away from his. Josh craned his neck, striving to keep their lips touching as long as he could before falling back.

She looked down on him, grinning with one side of her mouth. She stared down at him like that for a moment before gripping his shirt in her hands and tugging it out from in between them. When he tried to move his hand to help her, she grabbed his arms and stopped him. “I got it.”

She pulled his t-shirt up so that she could slip the front over his face and behind his head. Josh felt the fabric pull tight across the back of his neck so he rolled his head around to try and find a better fit.

Helen leaned forward and put one hand on the seat beside his head before taking ahold of his wrist with the other hand. “Now it is your turn,” she said, while guiding his hand to the top button of her shirt.

Josh’s hand trembled as he tried to undo the buttons. Helen waited, smirking as he opened each button. When he finished and pulled her top apart. He stared at the white lace and traced his fingertip down her throat. When he skirted the upper edge of the lace she giggled.

“You seem to like what you see.”

All he could do was nod before the girl leaned back down and kissed him again.

It took a minute of kissing before he felt the movement of her hips. She was rocking and shifting her body on top of his and he groaned into her mouth as she moved. Helen responded to this by sitting up again and dragging her nails down his body to scratch tight circles around his navel.

“I like this,” she said. “And I can tell that you do too.”

He nodded gripping her waist with his hands.

“There is something else I want to do, if you will let me.”

Josh opened his mouth to speak, but the words were stolen when she moved her hand. He groaned and arched his back in response to her touch.

“Josh, I know that you are a really good singer.”

He blinked, trying to get his mind to focus on her words. ”Um, uh, I- I- I guess so.”

She shifted back down along his legs before undoing the top button of his jeans. “Would you be willing to do something special for me? I might be willing to do something special for you in return.”

Josh started gasping for breath. He looked at her with wide eyes and she began to drag a single fingertip back and forth from hip to him. He nodded once, and then began to bob his head hard and fast.

Helen bit her lip as she reached one hand down and lowered the zipper. She was still biting her lip when she reached both hands up and placed her palms flat on his stomach. She lifted her eyes to his, and Josh thought he saw her eyes sparkle in the shadows of the car.

“Will you sing to me Josh? Please?”

Josh swallowed, his mouth going dry. “You want me to sing?”

Helen stopped biting her lip and smiled at him. “Yeah, I would really like that.”

“What do you want me to sing?”

She shrugged, dropped her eyes down to her fingertips and began to push them up and down from hip to ribs. “I don’t care. I would just really like it if you sang to me.”

Josh wet his lip and took a deep breath. When he started, the song was soft and broken, but as each word came out, it grew stronger. The old hymn was one he had been singing for as long as he could remember, and his voice shifted deeper as he relaxed into the song.

Helen smiled a wicked smile before leaned down and placing a kiss just beneath Josh’s sternum. The song warbled and she stopped and looked back up at him.

Josh took another breath and fought to keep his voice steady. His eyes were locked on hers as she dragged her fingers down his skin until he felt her hit the waist of his pants.

He would have sworn her eyes were wrapped by twinkling Christmas lights just before she lowered them and hooked her nails into his waist band.

 

 

Categories: Flash Fiction, serial

A rainy day in Indiana

May 14, 2014 1 comment

There are so many times that I hear comments made about how rain makes you sad in movies and literature. The melancholy associated with a dreary day is an accepted fact in many places.

But I just don’t get it.

How can you not love the changing weather?

I do. I have no problem with the heater running in the morning and the AC on the drive home. The wind that throws leaves in your hair or rain against the window tends to make me feel better, not worse.

If you are like me and love the sound of a storm and the lash of the gale, then you might also enjoy the rainy mood website.

Keep dry.

L. E. White

Biology 301

A bit of gravel crunched under Josh’s front wheel as he passed the last alley between him and the restaurant’s employee parking lot. He was peddling hard, panting and sweating as he rushed forward.

He heard a car door slam and then the squeaking of an old belt as someone prepared to leave.

“Damn it.” He thought, not managing to get the words all the way out between his panting. “No.”

He saw a small blue truck pull out of the lot when he was only about thirty feet away. He didn’t know what Helen drove, so he did his best to shove his disappointment back down as he whipped through the entrance.

His tires skidded as he squeezed the break. He dropped his feet and fought to keep his balance as the bike tried keep going. After a moment, he snapped his head around, looking from left to right before his eyes settled on a figure sitting on the trunk of an old car. His face split into a wide smile as he walked his bike over to her.

“Hi,” she said. Helen had her legs crossed, bouncing one foot in the air. She had her hands wrapped around her knee and her mouth was twisted up in a lopsided smirk. “Running a little late?”

Josh held up his bare wrist and shrugged. “I didn’t know how long it would take to get here.”

“But you were hurrying or else you wouldn’t be so out of breath.”

Josh didn’t answer. He just rested his hands on the bike while looking at her.

“I almost left. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come see me.”

“I came here as fast as I could.” He said.

Helen let go of her knee and slid off the trunk. Once they were standing together, Josh realized that he was less than an inch taller than she was. She straightened her arms out behind her back with her fingers laced together, stretching her back and shoving her chest out toward him. “I would like to sit in the car and talk if you don’t mind?”

Josh felt his mouth go dry as he shook his head.

Helen reached forward and Josh felt his hand in hers before he realized that he had moved. He was lost in the sensation of her hand as she led him into the car. He watched her move as she slid across the seat and he took his own place.

“You going to close the door?”

Josh nodded and felt his face warm. The car shook when the steel panel slammed shut and he dropped his eyes with a mumbled, ‘Sorry.”

“Just relax,” she said. “You are really tense.”

He nodded and gulped. “I’m a little nervous.”

Helen slid closer and rubbed her hand up his arm from elbow to shoulder. “Why?” She reached over and took his hand, placing his palm on her leg before rubbing up and down that arm as well.

He stuttered for a moment but no real words came out. Helen giggled and moved closer. Her knee was touching his and he looked down, moving his gaze from one point of contact to another.

“Do you like me?”

Josh’s head shot up so that he was staring into Helen’s eyes. They were squinted a little, and it made him think she was trying to see something a long way away. “Y—y-ye-yeah.”

“Okay,” She stopped squinting and looked him up and down. “I wondered since you don’t see to be into this.”

“Nervous,” he said. Josh swallowed again and tried to keep his breathing steady.

“You’ve never been on a date or anything like that before have you?”

He wanted to lie. He felt the need to seem more impressive and experienced, but he as shaking his head again before he could think of anything to say. As soon as he realized it, his gaze dropped back down to where their legs met. Josh was sure that she was going to laugh at him. That she would tease and humiliate him.

Her fingers touched his cheek and then slid under his chin. Josh looked at her, and she was leaned forward, smiling at him. “It’s okay. I get it.”

“You do?”

‘I do.” She sat back, slid away from him and put her hands in her lap. “Now, take a deep breath.”

Josh did what she said while wishing that she hadn’t moved away. He repeated a long, deep breath three or four time before he began to feel anything like normal again.

“Better?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Good,” she said. Helen shifted on the seat so that she was lying back against the door. “Now why don’t you scoot over here, closer to me?”

Josh did, fighting to keep his breathing steady despite that way that his heart was pounding in his ears. He leaned forward, putting his hand on the window to brace himself so that he could hover above her.

Helen tilted her chin, leaning up but stopped a few inches low.

Josh lowered his head as slowly as possible. He watched her, looking for any sign of disapproval until the moment when their lips met.

He thought about how he was kissing; if he was doing it right or if he was doing a good job. He wondered if he should lower himself down on top of her of maybe put his arm around her to pull her closer.

Then he felt her hand run up his arm and shoulder, reaching up to push her fingers into his hair. Helen pulled him down, tilting her head to allow their mouths to move and increasing the ferocity of that first kiss.

And then he stopped thinking all together.

 

Categories: serial

Umano | Still Drinking: Programming Sucks

May 13, 2014 Leave a comment

Umano | Still Drinking: Programming Sucks.

 

Oh my. This is spot on, hilarious and yet makes me want to slam my head into my keyboard. I do this, am in this, have done this and am about to cry from horror, laughing and depression all at once.

 

So worth the listen.

Categories: Links, Random

Least I Could Do: the Comic

May 12, 2014 Leave a comment

Least I Could Do: the Comic.

 

This is hilarious and I could easily see my boys doing it.

Categories: web comic

Biology 202

May 7, 2014 2 comments

Good lord what a week. It is all from work and the stress that  comes from rolling out a big project. things are still a little rocky in spots but for the most part it is past the turbulence.

I can’t wait to take a break though. I need to sleep for a day or two and then most will be right with the world. Maybe then I can get back to work on writing more than a couple of hundred words a week.

L. E. White

Biology 202

Biology 202

Josh sat with his back against the side of the house. He was wedged between the wall and the hedge, doing his best to breathe quietly enough that his grandfather wouldn’t hear him.

His Grandfather stood on the sidewalk, smoking a cigar and staring at the night sky. Josh had almost bungled the whole night when he climbed down the trellis. He had only made it to the ground a second before the door had opened. He couldn’t get to his bike without being seen so for now, he had to be quiet and wait.

He watched as the tip of the cigar flared bright orange before a jet of smoke sprayed out. It reminded Josh of a dragon, and it didn’t take much for him to imagine the old man’s voice coming out of a giant lizard. Smoke would billow out with each word and flames would have erupted in time with his anger.

Josh bit his lip to keep from chuckling when he imagined his grandfather singing his little brother’s hair during a lecture. He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out in time with the next plume of smoke.

A few minutes later, he watched the cigar get snuffed out against the heel of his grandfather’s shoe. The remaining half was tucked back into a small, leather wallet which disappeared into some inner pocket of an old suit jacket.

“Tonight is a wonderful night.” Josh’s eyes widened, terrified at having been discovered out of bed. The old man didn’t turn around to look at the hedge. He didn’t even lower his eyes from the stars. “It would be a good night to fly. To catch the wind and ride it through dreams.”

Josh held his breath as the old man turned and looked back at the house before returning his eyes to the moon. “That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange eons even death may die. As dreamless sleepers slumber on until the faithful sing the song.”

Josh had never heard his grandfather say anything about poetry before. He looked down at his shoes, trying to make sense of the strange phrase. After a moment, he looked back up.

The sidewalk was empty.

Josh straightened up a little, peeking around and trying to see if the old man was just inside the house, but he didn’t see anything.

“He must have went in,” Josh mumbled as he did his best to quietly extract himself from behind the hedge.

A smile crossed his face as he walked his bike out to the street. Helen would be waiting for him. Tonight was going to be fantastic.

 

Categories: Flash Fiction, serial