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    Hippocampus Chapter 1

    Story written on April 19, 2006 by flyingmudpie.
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    Danish-centric. That’s all I can say, without giving the game away.

     

                They seem to be siblings; the girl was tanned and sporty-looking, maybe around 15 and the boy was probably about 8 years younger. They didn’t seem to have noticed me, which was a good thing. It would give me some time to think of a convincing reason why I’m here intruding on them.

     

                The girl was bouncing a tennis ball using a racquet. The interesting thing was she wasn’t using the part where the strings were, you know, the part you would usually use to hit the ball. Instead, she was using the, what do you call that, the edge, the frame of the tennis racquet. And she was counting as the ball bounced.

     

                ’25, 26. Look, Howie! 28, 29, 30. Look at me! 32, 33, 34, 35. Bet you can’t do it! 37, 38.’

     

                I looked at the green, furry ball going up and down, up and down. Why do I feel some kind of affinity towards it? This is weird. Maybe because it looks fuzzy, you know, like warm and fuzz… Whoa!

     

                That was close. I looked at the flying G.I. Joe figurine I had just dodged. It now stared up at me from the carpeted floor with a menacing grimace, as though saying ‘You got away once, but you won’t be so lucky a second time!’

     

                ‘Howie, stop it! Fifty… fifty, arrggh! Look, you made me lose count!’

     

                The boy was throwing whatever he could get his hands on at the bouncing tennis ball. I got to say, though, his aiming was really, really bad. His ‘weapons’ all missed the ball by inches. It served the purpose of distracting his sister though.

     

                ‘Teach me how to do it and I’ll stop.’

     

                ‘No, it’s a secret! Sarah taught me the trick today and I promised not to tell.’ The girl was still going at it, though she wasn’t counting anymore.

     

                ‘Oh Sarah!’ The boy said Sarah like she was some deadly toxic poison. ‘You’re SOOO DEAD! I’m going to tell Mum you are still hanging out with that gangster girl.’

     

                ‘She’s not a gangster! How many times do I have to tell you! She’s my best friend!’ The girl stopped bouncing the ball abruptly and started to come towards…

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    2. My Danish/twin telepathy has drawn me to your fic… That. Or your direction to it. Finally a Danish writer that is out of her eerie hibernation! And what a great way to start off a chapter with an interesting POV. Nice, Wischnia! You know what else is ‘gangsta’? Howie secretly owning a barbie doll. We just don’t know it yet. More ‘Piece-a-Key’ please! asap.

    5. coll: Anni_M is right. Hope that has cleared your doubts. But of course the possibilities are endless: Alice could be on drugs and suffering from the sides effects of hallucinations and amnesia, or Danish could have taken a leaf from Sharmen and are playing a game of their own called ‘Too forgetful’. Anni_M: LOL, other than being my Yoda, have you doubled up as my secretary as well? Haha thanks anyway! Red: How did you guess? Howie has more barbie dolls than Dana and he plays with them while wearing a Strawberry Shortcake T-shirt.

    7. Can you hear the hands clapping all over the place? I can. Great job with this new fic. Finally we get something different from what we’ve used to. Updates, please!

    10. Hey, great point of view! Very “lovely bones-ish”…and that’s a very good thing. Nice style! Looking forward to your future posts. Thanks for putting it out there…

    12. hello darling!!! guess who?? hee. no prize for guessing though:P anyway, just wanna tell you i really like your fanfic!! muahh! love love!!

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