The End of Last Stand

Horns blew. Footsteps pounded. Small twigs and the weak trunks of fallen trees cracked at progressively closer distances.

The young man leaned back against the lichen- and moss-covered tree he'd been left by, wearily closing his eyes and trying to listen attentively to the approaching clamor, the gray stormcloud of Jaffa closing in on his position. Once he arrived at their base camp, he could set everything right, kill three birds with one stone: a vial of poison. The enemy would be killed, his comrads would escae, and he would at last be at peace.

That reminded him of one of the novels he'd read in high school. Yes, he was definately "pulling a Sydney Carton," as his friend had called it.

His symbiote found the though amusing as well and with the little-noticed effort of expressing this, both of their minds went black, leaving a Tok'ra and a Tau'ri alone, undefended, and unconscious in the hands of a platoon of Jaffa.

Note to all fans of "Sought the Truth"

I've been postponing writing more until I saw the beginning of season three's "Demons". I just missed it again today. With my luck, it won't be on for another six months and the local video rental stores don't have all of season one, let alone season three.

It's always better if you can see the picture. Otherwise, oh, you'll see... Title's at the bottom.

You shrink beside a lunchbox,
tower by some chips.
You command a micro-view
of a tan and speckled table.

Your brightness shines,
proclaiming your yellow brilliance
to all eyes that gaze upon
your advertising tin.

You who is neither
sweet nor sour,
bitter nor bland,
tasteful nor tasteless...

Lemonade, lemonade,
Country Time lemonade,
fake, pseudo-lemonade,
prepare to meet your doom!

"Ode to Lemonade"

I was meditating on the word "Ishtar" for a few seconds this afternoon when it hit me: the reason why Amunet wanted to hide the Harsisis.

Now, in case you don't know, Goa'ulds have genetic memory. They have all the memories of all their ancestors. When two Goa'ulded hosts have a child, that child, a Harsisis, has all the memories of both parent Goa'ulds' ancestors.

So what?

Apophis wanted the Harsisis for his new host, presumably for the genetic memories, but he already had all his ancestors' memories. He must have wanted Amunet's memories. Now that's great and all for both of them, but Amunet must have realized at some point that if Apophis's new host had all her memories, she would be useless to him. And he could dispose of her. Because of that, she hid the Harsisis on Keb to ensure that she wouldn't be discarded like some minor shol'vah.

FanFiction.Net: "And the time might not have a future date on it."

Ah, but it could. And it's that possibility that means that Jack should try to get his dime back.

I'm just going to start commenting on reviews for no apparent reason; this is my everything blog.

Reeses Status Message

Okay, so far, there really isn't much going on. But I'm working on rewriting the second chapter. I've thought about some of the stuff that really hasn't made sense and changed bits and pieces here and there, but it really doesn't make sense yet. I don't think it ever will; I don't want to deviate so much from what I originally wrote that no one will have a clue what I'm talking about. All well. There's going to be more description of entering the base, inspired by the episode "In the Line of Duty" and the occasional shots of the entrance to Cheyenne Mountain. I still don't know what I'm going to do about NORAD. Maybe make a slight mention about... something? If you have any ideas, please e-mail them to me.

I'm still just playing around 'cause I found some HTML stuff that I want to try just for the fun of it.

From there, Reeses could see all the way to the horizon.

As beautiful as the view was, however, one thing greatly upset her: the Ha'tak resting on the ground right about where Cheyenne Mountain had to be. You could say that this is not a good omen. Glancing behind her, she confirmed that Matt hadn't drifted away, and he still clung to her husky's leash like a poor person from the back alleys of New York would cling to a diamond that was three inches in diameter.

Usual

I really don't have a clue what I'm doing, e-mailing this to my blogger account, but we'll see if it works.

 

I'm taking another prolonged break concerning Reeses. Hopefully, I'll feel like writing again after I finish Wedge's Gamble again (or after Spector of the Past). Even if I do, though, I'm only going to go back and rewrite the second chapter. But it'll be better, longer, stronger than it was before. :)

 

That's about all for now. I'm going to go finish Wedge's Gamble.

-the Sorceress of Stories and Scifi

"Dogs are my favorite people." -Colonel Jack O'Neill, Stargate SG-1 

FanFiction.Net: "OK. It looks like you wrote this in a hurry. You should go more in depth, like what they are thinking at the time. Plus, I didn't like the way you brought in Martoof. All of the sudden he spoke out of no were. I suggest you take more time with this story, and mabey rewrite the 1st chapter."

I thought I'd just warn all my reviewer again... real quick. I write only fun, short little fics that present ideas I found intriguing. While I appreciate any constructive criticism you may have to offer (like the example above), I'm really looking for it only on the ones I plan to finish, ie To Be, Reeses, and Hot Pink (which is finished, but I'd still like constructive criticism). So if I don't take you up on stuff on short fics like 1970, don't stop with the critique, but understand that I'm more likely to take it into account for the longer ones.

Just let me make it clear, though, that I'm not discouraging suggestings concerning plot or occurances or funny little things to put in. I'd especially like those on the short ones that I have only one idea for.

That's about all I wanted to say at the moment. I'm gonna go get some ice cream and work on 1970. (The Russian Interrogation part is fun!!!)

GateWorld | Your Complete Guide to Stargate!: "Stargate wins Saturn Award for best show"

You betcha! I mean, who'd guessed, right? Wrong! STARGATE SG-1 IS THE BEST SHOW ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET!!!

FanFiction.Net Story : Reeses: "'Look! Aren't they pretty? We call them trees!'"

Yes, I know: shiny objects come with Mother's Day, but... but... But I thought people really liked Reeses...

So here I am, anticipating reviews and...

Quote of the day: Jedenfalls bin ich uberzeugt, dass der nicht wurfelt. (I don't know exactly what it says, but it's something to the effect of "I do not believe that God plays dice with the universe.") -Einstein (apparently)

Question of the day: Why haven't I gotten any reviews?

Ted's question #z: Why haven't you stayed a single night before leaving?

Reeses progress report:

Okay. I know I'm really, extremely impatient when it comes to reviews, but... But I usually have at least three reviews by now. WHERE IS EVERYONE? I finally posted a new chapter of Reeses. The next chapter of Reeses. On Friday. And no one's reviewed. Is there some kind of plague hanging over my story? Is everyone mad that I waited six months to write something worthwhile? What?

Quote of the day: Kann es sein, dass man die Vergangenheit veraendern muss, damit die Zukunft so existiert wie wir sie kennen? (Auf Englisch: "Can it be that one must change the past, that by it the future exists the way we know it?")

Question of the day: Isn't that cool?

Ted's question #y: Isn't that not?

Reeses progress report: For anyone who actually reads this and doesn't get an author alert, there's an all brand-y new chapter of Reeses up that everyone's been waiting for.

From ff.net bio:
Gestern: Okay... So I haven't seriously updated since early April. Sorry. I've been busy. (And that's all I'm authorized to say... Ha ha) As a result, I wouldn't have written much except that I'm taking a creative writing class (again, but no one needs to know that), and for the final project (or not), I've been working on Reeses! Now I have about one MS Word page to add to the ff.net verion, but I'm hoping to write a notebook page worth daily from now on. I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed in it, but soon enough, I should have more than enough rewritten to post a bunch all at once. Yes, I'm rewriting it; I've been a little unsatisfied with my poor quality work, though no one else seems to have been. (Ja, just slip gleich into Deutsch... Gotta lieb those Deutsch typos...) I'll go write more then. Oh, yeah, there's about one and a half chapters of "Father, Where Art Thou" I haven't posted. Just yell if you want me to hurry up and finish them.

Heute: Thought y'all might want another update on Reeses (the real ending everyone's anticipating, or so they say). I left off right after Lauren left Sarah alone in the NID base, right? That's the middle of page twenty-six. I'm on the top of page twenty-eight now, but there's one more day before I have to turn in my work. (See Gestern) So much happens on those two-ish pages! But then again, nothing really happens, you know? I'm going to have fun coming up with a chapter title for that!

Morgen: Got almost another page written. Should be a suitable amount for an update by tonight, if I'm lucky. (If I don't have a meeting to go to tonight.) I like what I wrote last night with the NID. Much better than the part with Banebdjedet. :) Nope, can't tell you! Hmmm. I was thinking that I'd upload this and all subsequent chapters only after I went back and rewrote the beginning of Reeses... What do you think?

Now. Y'all need to tell me what I haven't answered yet in Reeses so that I will eventually!

You're Inuyasha! You are a punk, you like to pick
fights and hate being in school, your grades
are slipping but you don't care; you are having
to much fun to actually do anything about it!


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Morpheus


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