The Crab Claw, part 5
Okay, just slipping today's bit in at the last minute.
The story thus far:
... It what?! What did it do?!
Tomorrow, chickadees. It's bed time.
The story thus far:
Once there was a girl who was born with a crab claw where her right hand should have been. At first, no one seemed to notice the claw itself, but they did notice what it clung to: words, hair, other people. As she grew, her clutch turned into an iron grip. Then one day, as the girl sat on a riverbank dangling her clock moodily in the water, the claw clamped on a stone and became stuck between two larger stones. The girl screamed and tried to wrench her claw free, but she...
Tomorrow, chickadees. It's bed time.
No parking on pain of eternal hellfire
Speaking of eternal torment, I promise I'll end your suffering and post the new installment of The Crab Claw tonight.
The Crab Claw, part 3 & 4
I have decided to take mercy on your poor readin' souls. Today, you get parts three and four -- that's right, two in one day!
The recap:
Once there was a girl who was born with a crab claw where her right hand should have been. At first, no one seemed to notice the claw itself, but they did notice what it clung to: words, hair, other people. As she grew, her clutch turned...
"... on what? What?!"
"... but she what?! Tell us!"
Oh, this is so much fun.
See the glossy swirls in the paper? I'd tried sealing the paper as I usually do, with matte medium and surprise! the medium takes away the gloss. Turns out gloss gel medium is what's needed.
The bread bag clips I used for these close-up ATCs were about twice as large as the usual. I think I picked them up two summers ago at the company picnic; they were holding the institutional-size packs of hot dog and hamburger buns. I must've picked up about fifteen of the regular and jumbo clips off the ground before I started feeling like I was scavenging in someone's garbage and stopped.
Tomorrow: we delve further into our heroine's peril, and await her rescue.
The recap:
Once there was a girl who was born with a crab claw where her right hand should have been. At first, no one seemed to notice the claw itself, but they did notice what it clung to: words, hair, other people. As she grew, her clutch turned..."... on what? What?!""... but she what?! Tell us!"Oh, this is so much fun.
See the glossy swirls in the paper? I'd tried sealing the paper as I usually do, with matte medium and surprise! the medium takes away the gloss. Turns out gloss gel medium is what's needed.The bread bag clips I used for these close-up ATCs were about twice as large as the usual. I think I picked them up two summers ago at the company picnic; they were holding the institutional-size packs of hot dog and hamburger buns. I must've picked up about fifteen of the regular and jumbo clips off the ground before I started feeling like I was scavenging in someone's garbage and stopped.Tomorrow: we delve further into our heroine's peril, and await her rescue.