http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bandy_Girl23 The original writings of author S.L.B en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775491125 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter FourMyhair was still on the damp side when I decided to head outside seeing assitting in my room was painfully boring. I didn’t put on any additional layers of clothes, mainly because Icouldn’t find any heavier jackets hanging up in the closet, no hats or scarves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1299204/ Chapter ThreeWho were those guys lastnight?  And why did Noah help me? Iwas laying on my stomach in the bedroom I woke up in, staring at the ceilingwith my legs dangling over the edge and one arm draped over my eyes, the otherresting on my stomach.  The voices of thetwo men m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1299201/ Chapter TwoSomethingtouched my shoulder, gently shaking me to consciousness, paired with a quietvoice in my ear, telling me to wake up. I turned my head and buried it into something soft, pulling the blanketthat was on me over my head.  Then Ifroze.Wait a minute…a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1299196/ ChapterOne            Just a few weeks ago my dad and I had gotten into a caraccident in the middle of town.  I wokeup in the hospital with my shoulder all wrapped up and a few bandages on myface and leg and a significant concus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1299194/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1299193/ Elena spent hours onend playing out in the snow with Elsie for the past few days she’d been at thestrange house.  Several times she’s askedif the people would play hide-and-seek with her and if she could go home laterthat day, but she’s received the same response from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1233743/ Fire crackling in the stone fireplace was the first thing four-year old Elena Beckham heard when she scampered inside, stomping snow off her black boots.  Her frozen nose welcomed the warm forest scent in the air that mixed with the caressing one of hot chocolate.  The lights in the log h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1231857/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1191744/ Chapter Twenty“In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darknessmust be present.” �" Francis BaconRonnieAce parked his truckin the furthest parking space from the relatively tall apartment building, andhelped me out.  Looking around, it waseas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170726/ Chapter Nineteen“No mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozesout of him at every pore.” �" Sigmund FreudRonnieAside from theprerecorded laughter and terrified screams here and there, it was quiet i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170725/ Chapter Eighteen“A weak man has doubts before a decision, a strong man hasthem afterwards.” �" Karl KrausRonnieIt’s been a few dayssince I’ve last seen Ace, but we’ve still been in touch.  We’ve talked on the phone for a few hours .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170723/ Chapter Seventeen"From the deepest desires often comes thedeadliest hate." SocratesRonnieMy family reactedpretty well to Ace coming over.  I’llhave to admit, even Trick responded alright. Sure, he could have been a little nicer towards him, but he didn’t do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170721/ Chapter SixteenW. H. Audenwrote, 'Evil is unspectacular, and always human, and shares our bed and eats atour table.’RonnieAs we approached my front door, I noticed that Acewas becomining more and more tense by the second.  His eyes froze on the ring of salt that wentar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170717/ Chapter Fifteen"Don't forgetthat I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in themirror." �" French Poet Jacques RigautAceHer eyes were sharpand focused, even though they never completely rested on me.  She was looking all around the alley,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170713/ Chapter Fourteen“With foxes, we must play the fox.” �" Thomas FullerAceI may have been savedfrom answering Ronnie’s question, but it was probably the worst way I couldhave imagined.  Rye was walking towards us, still a waysaway, but getting closer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170706/ Chapter Thirteen“The defects andfaults of the mind are like wounds in the body; after all imaginable care hasbeen taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind.” - Frenchwriter Francois de la RochefoucauldRonnieAfter making me fly out of his truck, Trick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170698/ Chapter Twelve“The question thatsometimes drives me hazy: am I or the others crazy?” �" Albert EinsteinRonnieThe peroxide Andiedabbed onto the gash I had on my leg burned to the point where I wound upgrabbing a pillow off the couch to bite it. She sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170697/ Chapter Eleven“Whatever you are,be a good one.” �" Abraham LincolnAceAccursius wasn’t toothrilled about the news I shared with him. He was hoping that nothing would get in the way of this plan, althoughhe didn’t throw that possibility comp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170693/ Chapter Ten“A fool’s paradiseis a wise man’s hell.” �" Thomas FullerAceI was forced to leave my phone on the bed in myapartment in order to make my trip down to Hell without it becoming adistraction or even lost.  Risking a lot,I even deci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170691/ Chapter Nine"An Americanhas no sense of privacy. He does not know what it means. There is no such thingin the country." �" Bernard ShawRonnieHe was staring atme.  I could swear there was a tint ofred fogging in behind the original onyx black. Red.  Us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170677/ Chapter Eight"In a time ofuniversal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act." �" GeorgeOrwellAceThat book.  It’s been bugging me that she has it.  Only because of my new assignment,however.  She shouldn’t be doing herfamily history .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170675/ Chapter Seven"All is ariddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle." - EmersonRonnieIt’s been aweek.  A week since I’ve last killed ademon.  That night, I killed Aggie, thedemoness.  The night I got home was alittle awkward.  No one was home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170668/ Chapter Six"Theindividual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by thetribe." - NietzscheAceZona was lying nextto me in my bed in the apartment I rent out for my surface visits, herbreathing slowing down to more of a relaxed pace.  Her clothes were spread.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170631/ Chapter Five"Measure notthe work until the day's out and the labor done." �" Elizabeth BarrettBrowningRonnieAce was casuallywalking towards me with his hands in his front pockets.  The lights gleamed off three steel spikesthat pierced his left brow, remaining fai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170623/ Chapter Four"Between theidea and the reality, between the motion and the act, falls the shadow." �"T.S. ElliotAceThe way she looked atme that first time startled me.  She hada look of complete fascination all over her face, and the way she forgot aboutthe guy s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170617/ Chapter Three"When youlook long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you." �" NietzscheRonnieThe club we were at was packed full of people, thethick smell of hot sweat enveloping me. Yellow and green lights were flashing, changing to blue and purple everyother tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170616/ Chapter Two“But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, andmurderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shallhave their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is thesecond death.” �" Revelation 21:8Ac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170220/ Chapter One“What we do with ourselves dies with us.  What we do for others and the world remainsand is immortal.” �" Albert PineRonnieThe back alleys weredark and wet �" the puddles splashed every time I threw the demon down.  He was weak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170213/ Prologue“We’re never so vulnerable than when we trust someone �" butparadoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy.” �" WalterAndersonRonnieTrust breeds trust;you have to give it to earn it.  That’swhat they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170211/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bandy_Girl23/1170210/