tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984883576923566372024-03-09T18:46:38.550-08:00Everything ...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-21302035773865750182015-07-17T16:05:00.042-07:002023-09-12T08:31:17.824-07:00
EVERYTHING ...a collection of Beauty and the Beast episode expansion projects
Where everything shimmers and floats ...
Everything ... He gives me everything …
You deserve everything ...
I owe you everything ... Everything.
I would sacrifice everything for you ...
There are some things worth risking everything for ...
Shakespeare knew everything …
What we have is all that matters. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-6705683534949735332012-09-06T17:40:00.001-07:002012-09-06T18:11:54.092-07:00Lodestone
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by Aliset
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She was his lodestone, the light in his darkness. As the haze of dust cleared from the collapsed tunnel, as he and Father were swarmed by the other members of the community, Vincent had eyes only for his Catherine.
His. When had that happened? When had he begun to think of her as…part of himself? He shookKristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725718076683750180noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-68990688193598175352012-09-06T17:39:00.001-07:002012-09-06T18:10:59.155-07:00Kaleidoscope
by Olivia K. Goode
Jamie stepped beside Catherine and placed the pitcher next to the basin. Vincent expected her to scuttle away from a stranger as quickly as possible, and he half rose to go to Catherine. But Jamie dawdled, lingered until Catherine turned, then she smiled. She said something with a straightening of her spine and squaring of her shoulders that spoke of OKGoodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02701510833240955720noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-90392997427149484562012-09-06T13:25:00.001-07:002012-09-06T18:09:54.490-07:00No Words More Simply Sweet Than Home and Loveby SandyX
On rounding the corner, Catherine saw the shadowy figure of Jamie just inside the doorway. The girl stood before a wash basin, sleeves rolled up, a bank of candles flickering on a shelf above. The splash and drip of water mingled with the muted rhythmic ping of distant tapping. Liquid-captured light danced across rippled surface, casting scattered illumination Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-32769361278684721322012-09-06T11:23:00.018-07:002012-09-13T09:39:43.433-07:00The Love, the Hope, the Prophecy, Which Begins and Ends in Thee
by Carole W
The tumbled boulders that sealed them in were weights on her own heart, leaving her with breath enough for but one last word before the blast and the rain of stones. Please.
“Vincent!” He lived; his heart thundered against hers. All that mattered.
“Father’s badly hurt.”
Father lay still, his skin and brows, his sable beard, death-gray with ash and grit. His eyes fluttered Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-59741938410840523232012-09-06T10:28:00.027-07:002012-09-08T06:50:10.364-07:00Shades of Gray Return'd To Its Own Delight1
The cave in ...
The pounding call, the risk, the rescue, the reunion.
Catherine brings everything she has below:
courage, tenacity, resources, loyalty,
and, most of all, love.
The ending – Vincent's expression as he watches her return Above – is breath-stopping.
Beautiful! Both of them!!
Except ...In the scene just before, Catherine was a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-20564743593310630522012-05-20T11:20:00.001-07:002012-09-01T05:29:05.774-07:00SECRET-KEEPERS
Behind these lights, someone could be watching … and smiling. Because they know.
"We trust so few with our secret," Vincent said. "All of them friends. Helpers.Without their light, our world would be dark; our lives would be cold without their warmth."
A magician, a doctor, a bicycle messenger … who are these Helpers?How did they learn the secret?What connects them heart to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-72240093551680287072012-05-16T19:48:00.069-07:002012-05-20T10:58:01.890-07:00A Curious Vehicleby SandyXportrait by Linn
A bicycle is a curious vehicle. Its passenger is its engine.
John Howard, Olympic Cyclist
Benny coasted down the tree-lined path, weaving his way through strollers and yapping dogs and came to a stop in front of Darryl Kimzey’s hot dog stand. A rainy morning had turned into a sunny afternoon and city-dwellers and tourists spilled into the park. The middle-aged Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-82383968973276117022012-05-16T19:47:00.009-07:002012-05-20T10:57:30.675-07:00Badges of Grief and Patienceby Carole Wportrait by Linn
Brooklyn, 1946
“Hi, darlin’.”
No matter how many times he heard her say those words, his heart always lugged in his chest. The first time, he’d opened his eyes and thought she was an angel ushering him into heaven. Didn’t take more than a couple seconds to realize he was alive. Before the pain drove him down again.
The second time he’d come to, she was Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-2578988543074695562012-05-16T19:46:00.005-07:002012-05-20T10:56:50.279-07:00Thursday's Childby Nancyportrait by Linn
9:00 PM An August Friday 1941
“You been thinking on it, Mister Kendrick.”
She heard the crush of cushion and pictured the old couch sinking low to scrape the plywood floor as her pregnant mamma sat beside her daddy. She smiled to think of his arm stretching across the back of the sofa, rubbing her mamma’s shoulders. She didn’t have to peek to see it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-18289585334341105532012-05-16T19:45:00.005-07:002012-05-20T10:56:10.401-07:00Lou's Storyby JoAnnportrait by Linn
“You’re it!” Pig-tails flying, young Maggie turned and ran like the wind.
Louie had just been tagged and was blushing from the roots of his hair to his toes. A girl had tagged him “it”! He lumbered after her, puffing laboriously.
The other children who had been playing tag in the park peeled off to play on their own, leaving the chubby boy and the new girl Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-58311177595920171902012-05-16T19:43:00.018-07:002012-09-06T21:36:07.089-07:00All the Hazards We Can Run
by Aliset
portrait by Linn
A friend is worth all the hazards we can run.
~ Edward Young
Peter glanced blearily at the clock. 2 a.m. Thud thud thud. Who would be pounding on his basement door at this hour? Reality set in, chasing the haze of Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-72848581270334195272012-05-16T19:42:00.006-07:002012-05-20T10:54:40.725-07:00That's Why They Call It The Bluesby Amberportrait by Linn
James had never been more alert than at this moment, following Miss Kendrick down the strange path of tunnels. The favor she had asked of him seemed simple enough. Though she told him it was a special case, just how special was something that James couldn't begin to imagine. With each step they took, he realized that this would be no ordinary task. The fact that he'd Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-47757603372047379832012-05-16T19:41:00.009-07:002012-05-20T10:53:34.594-07:00Before Me Like a Vision Fleetingby Michelle K.portrait by Linn
Shouting. So much shouting.
A loud crack sounded and a woman screamed.A child cried.Chains banged metal upon metal ... tinny, uneven heartbeats that sounded through the streets, carried into narrow alleys, wound in and out of broken windows into the prison that had become their home.Amid the throng outside huddled friends of his boyhood ... pretty girls he'd Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-72571080601890719852012-05-16T19:16:00.016-07:002012-05-20T10:54:13.384-07:00Mountain Over Fire, Earth Over Heavenby Olivia K. Goodeportrait by Linn
Earth over Mountain — HumilityYou can face any obstacles if you remain modest and perceive what is good and right
Wong hefted the crates and as he shifted their weight to better his grip on his burden, a long splinter pricked his palm. The biting pinch startled him so much he nearly missed the bottom step and half-stumbled into the shop’s dark basement. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-7236987356351075672012-05-16T19:14:00.019-07:002012-05-20T11:57:30.268-07:00Broken Hearts, Helping Hands
by Cyndi
portrait by Linn
As she reached for her handbag, Catherine saw Joe approaching with a stack of manila folders.
Not tonight, Joe! It’s Friday!
“Leaving early Radcliffe? It’s only six o’clock.”
I’m meeting a friend for dinner … YouAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-91740384918467761152012-01-27T20:59:00.000-08:002012-02-15T06:50:01.770-08:00Everything's WFOL Treasure Hunt
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Everything ...
a collection of Beauty and the Beast episode expansion projects
Where everything shimmers and floats ...
Everything ... He gives me everything …
You deserve everything ...
I owe you everything ..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-90868724397945287522012-01-17T16:16:00.000-08:002012-02-08T19:15:30.388-08:00Treasure Hunt 2012 and Off You Go!Yes! This was from that lovely scene on the bridge ofThe Whispering Gallery at the very end of Trial.
We hope you enjoyed listening to these clues
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Click HERE to continue to your next destination.OKGoodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02701510833240955720noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-7658687135817204772012-01-17T16:15:00.001-08:002012-01-17T16:15:59.938-08:00Treasure Hunt 2012 6-BOrphans?
That was more about endings than beginnings,don't you think?
Go back and try againOKGoodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02701510833240955720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-54300478369313690572012-01-17T16:15:00.000-08:002012-01-17T16:15:30.658-08:00Treasure Hunt 2012 6-ANot What Rough Beast.
That wasn't much of a beginning.Let's forget that and move on!
Go back to try againOKGoodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02701510833240955720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-33692503669468259182012-01-17T16:14:00.001-08:002012-01-17T16:14:58.976-08:00Treasure Hunt 2012 5-CDark Spirit?
Sorry, no. Catherine was taken to a very dark place in Dark Spirit(poor Vincent when she yelled at him!)but that isn't the right episode.
Click back to try again.OKGoodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02701510833240955720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-86648990523126935052012-01-17T16:14:00.000-08:002012-01-17T16:14:29.098-08:00Treasure Hunt 2012 5-BThe Outsiders?
Well, that episode did take Vincent to some very dark places, but those weren't what he was referring to in the clip.
You'll have to go back and try again. OKGoodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02701510833240955720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-73971607680854741732012-01-17T16:13:00.001-08:002012-01-17T16:13:44.509-08:00Treasure Hunt 2012 4-CArabesque?
No, we met Lisa in this episode,and she never said this.
You'll have to try once more.OKGoodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02701510833240955720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-78197556369837646242012-01-17T16:13:00.000-08:002012-01-17T16:13:17.355-08:00Treasure Hunt 2012 4-ANo, that wasn't Margaret's voice.
You'll have to go backand try to guess again.OKGoodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02701510833240955720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798488357692356637.post-8759364181494403122012-01-11T16:36:00.001-08:002012-01-11T16:36:42.104-08:00Treasure Hunt 2012 3-BCatherine's cursing up a storm, true,but she's not yet reigning in Hell.
Go back and try again!OKGoodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02701510833240955720noreply@blogger.com0