I agree, but it takes me a long time to write mine, in the summer 98' all i did
was write, then i saw trent on wtr and i wrote about his character big time. My
bigest storline was about 22 pages, but now i'm writting archive so it would
take about a week or so to finish about 50 pages because i'm bussy all the time.
I'm in the middle of writting a story called "Speacial Friends" and it's really
good. It's about Sally coming back to Dallas and befriends my character which my
character gets shot by Riggs {Gary Bussy}who got out of jail who is on the
rampage, they got to get my character back on her feet before they all die. Have
any of you read my Character's guide. I just don't want my character getting
mixed up with Jen Smithers character.
Jenny

On Tue, 19 Jan 1999 16:55:18 -0500 you wrote:

>
> From: Jennifer Smithers <smithers@...>
>
> Hi Sunshine!
>
> Not at all!  Go as long as you want it to be!  I try to think of mine as
> one-hour long storylines, or something that could fit in that length of
> time, and I go with that.  (That's what I meant by being so long, the total
> file size versus length!)  If I had the patience to write anything longer, I
> would, but I don't!  If I get a story started, I want to get it finished,
> because it absolutely consumes my every waking moment otherwise!!  So go
> overboard if you feel like it!  If you're afraid of it being too long, break
> it into parts or chapters.  That might make it easier to do than one
> sitting, if you're comfortable with that.  This is whatever you want to make
> of it, so lets all do our best to make it absolutely amazing!!
>
> Talk to everyone later!
> Jen
>
>
> > I just finished reading Jen's (awesome) fanfic, and something about it
> > scared me...is that the average length for one of these things?  If so,
> > you guys are gonna take one look at mine and go, "Whoah, novel time, let's
> > delete it."  I just wanted to see if anyone would like to advise me to
> > revise a little bit...in other words, would you be put off  by a story
> > that's really long?
>
> ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
> Jen Smithers
>
> http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
> Thunder Karate
>
> In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which means:
> "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I honor the
> place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor the place within
> you where if you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me there
> is only one of us."  Ram Dass
> ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
>
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Hi everyone!

Jen, you know I love that fic!  It was so good!!  WooHoo!!!!  As Jen (just
cuz we chatted til about 2, or was it 1, I can't remember LOL) already
knows, I'm hot and heavy into writing an SOT fic.  It's going pretty well,
and it'll be out as soon as I think it's ok.  I need to fix parts.

As for being long-winded Sunshine, join the club!  I wanted a short prologue
to my fic, and that prologue is turning out be another story!  ::cringes::
This is going to be a long one!

Robin

	 ----------
	 From:  Sunshine
	 Sent:  Tuesday, January 19, 1999 3:47 PM
	 To:  sotfiction@onelist.com
	 Subject:  [sotfiction] Just Checkin' In!!!

	 From: Sunshine <sunshine6555@...>

	 Hi all...
	 Seems so quiet today, so I just thought I'd run my big mouth a
little
	 to fill up the time, especially since once I log out of my mail
	 provider, I may not be able to get back in (Stupid machine!!!).  I
	 just finished reading Jen's (awesome) fanfic, and something about it
	 scared me...is that the average length for one of these things?  If
	 so, you guys are gonna take one look at mine and go, "Whoah, novel
	 time, let's delete it."  I just wanted to see if anyone would like
to
	 advise me to revise a little bit...in other words, would you be put
	 off  by a story that's really long?  'Cause I am long-winded by
	 nature, and although I could certainly write a story as short as
	 Jen's, it wouldn't be half as good.  Let me give you an estimate.
I'm
	 using an outline to go by, and for every page of the outline,
there's
	 about 10 pages of text (this is about a 5 page outline).  Is that
	 annoyingly long?  I know I can shrink it a little once it's done,
but
	 you're still talking 35-40 pages.  Too much?
	 Let me know!  I'm new at this!  Most of you have done it before!
	 Okay, I'll shut up now!
	 ~Sunshine~
	 (See, Ace, I'm more than capable of that "4-line minimum," wouldn't
	 you say?)
	 ==
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	                   and now that I'm somewhere,
	                       I'm still nowhere."
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Hi Sunshine!

Not at all!  Go as long as you want it to be!  I try to think of mine as
one-hour long storylines, or something that could fit in that length of
time, and I go with that.  (That's what I meant by being so long, the total
file size versus length!)  If I had the patience to write anything longer, I
would, but I don't!  If I get a story started, I want to get it finished,
because it absolutely consumes my every waking moment otherwise!!  So go
overboard if you feel like it!  If you're afraid of it being too long, break
it into parts or chapters.  That might make it easier to do than one
sitting, if you're comfortable with that.  This is whatever you want to make
of it, so lets all do our best to make it absolutely amazing!!

Talk to everyone later!
Jen


> I just finished reading Jen's (awesome) fanfic, and something about it
> scared me...is that the average length for one of these things?  If so,
> you guys are gonna take one look at mine and go, "Whoah, novel time, let's
> delete it."  I just wanted to see if anyone would like to advise me to
> revise a little bit...in other words, would you be put off  by a story
> that's really long?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which means:
"I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I honor the
place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor the place within
you where if you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me there
is only one of us."  Ram Dass
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Don't worry about length (for me n e way) I worte a "quick" story that
I coulda donw better on if I WANTED to. By the end I wanted to get it
done to get it done! It was 32 pages but it coulda been 50 if I added
to the fight scenes (its a Star Wars one) and add some more to the end
and the talk between... n/m hehe What is ther general ploat of your
story? I got 2 new SOT stories going right now. As soon as I get the 4
or 5 pages typed up I'll send them out. :)

Harley




---Sunshine <sunshine6555@...> wrote:
>
> From: Sunshine <sunshine6555@...>
>
> Hi all...
> Seems so quiet today, so I just thought I'd run my big mouth a little
> to fill up the time, especially since once I log out of my mail
> provider, I may not be able to get back in (Stupid machine!!!).  I
> just finished reading Jen's (awesome) fanfic, and something about it
> scared me...is that the average length for one of these things?  If
> so, you guys are gonna take one look at mine and go, "Whoah, novel
> time, let's delete it."  I just wanted to see if anyone would like to
> advise me to revise a little bit...in other words, would you be put
> off  by a story that's really long?  'Cause I am long-winded by
> nature, and although I could certainly write a story as short as
> Jen's, it wouldn't be half as good.  Let me give you an estimate.  I'm
> using an outline to go by, and for every page of the outline, there's
> about 10 pages of text (this is about a 5 page outline).  Is that
> annoyingly long?  I know I can shrink it a little once it's done, but
> you're still talking 35-40 pages.  Too much?
> Let me know!  I'm new at this!  Most of you have done it before!
> Okay, I'll shut up now!
> ~Sunshine~
> (See, Ace, I'm more than capable of that "4-line minimum," wouldn't
> you say?)
> ==
> ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
>                   "I've never been anywhere,
>                   and now that I'm somewhere,
>                       I'm still nowhere."
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Hi all...
Seems so quiet today, so I just thought I'd run my big mouth a little
to fill up the time, especially since once I log out of my mail
provider, I may not be able to get back in (Stupid machine!!!).  I
just finished reading Jen's (awesome) fanfic, and something about it
scared me...is that the average length for one of these things?  If
so, you guys are gonna take one look at mine and go, "Whoah, novel
time, let's delete it."  I just wanted to see if anyone would like to
advise me to revise a little bit...in other words, would you be put
off  by a story that's really long?  'Cause I am long-winded by
nature, and although I could certainly write a story as short as
Jen's, it wouldn't be half as good.  Let me give you an estimate.  I'm
using an outline to go by, and for every page of the outline, there's
about 10 pages of text (this is about a 5 page outline).  Is that
annoyingly long?  I know I can shrink it a little once it's done, but
you're still talking 35-40 pages.  Too much?
Let me know!  I'm new at this!  Most of you have done it before!
Okay, I'll shut up now!
~Sunshine~
(See, Ace, I'm more than capable of that "4-line minimum," wouldn't
you say?)
==
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
                   "I've never been anywhere,
                   and now that I'm somewhere,
                       I'm still nowhere."
                         -Joe Elliott
Yahoo Pager ID: sunshine6555    ICQ#26934593
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This is kind of long, too, sorry!  Chapter Six and the Epilogue!!

Ghost of the Present


          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Six~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      When Jen arrived home, feeling a whole lot upset over
her fight with Trent, she found a red rose in the doorway,
with a note.
      " ‘We’ve played this game before,’ " Jen read aloud.
" ‘So you know the rules.  Go to our table, under it you
will find, a little something, to clear your mind.’ "
      Jen, the fight with Trent forgotten, remembered this
game well.  Back in college, Billy had created a number of
scavenger hunts for her, and they all ended in something
romantic.  She was surprised he still remembered.
      She turned her attention to figuring out her clue.
"Our table...our table...?  At C.D.’s?" she guessed. "Under
it...you hid something under the table we had our cocoas at!"
      Jen climbed back into her Mustang, tossed the rose and
the note on the passenger seat, and drove to C.D.’s.  She
greeted C.D. as she entered.  The table she was looking for
was conveniently empty, and she walked over to it and
kneeled down.  A yellow rose and a note were taped beneath
the table.
      " ‘You’ve made it this far, now let us see, if you can
recall, where you won Mickey.’ "
      The image of an old carnival flashed through Jen’s mind.
She remembered tossing rings onto empty bottles and winning a
giant stuffed Mickey Mouse that she gave to Billy.  The
carnival had been shut down a couple of years ago, but the
equipment had been left on the grounds just outside of Dallas.
      Jen drove out to the old fairgrounds.  The booth for the
ring toss was exactly where she remembered it to be.  After a
minute of inspection, she found a note and a pink rose.
      " ‘Very good, now one last clue, come to the factory,
that used to be moo.’ "
      "Moo?" Jen repeated, completely confused.  "A cow factory?"
Cow-related thoughts ran through her mind.  Milk?  Beef?
Holstein?  Then the rest of the clue clicked.
       Used to be moo, she realized.  "The old cheese
factory!"
      Climbing back into her car, Jen headed for the heart
of Dallas.
  *  *  *
      Trent’s ‘Vette sped towards Jen’s house.
      "Are you sure she’s not home?" he asked anxiously.
      Carlos, closing his cellular phone, shook his head.
"I’ve tried calling several times, Trent.  She’s either not
home, or not answering her phone."
      "Why didn’t you tell me about Billy sooner?" Trent asked,
stepping on the gas.
      "I couldn’t tell you what I didn’t know, buddy," Carlos
answered.  "I was just able to dig up that info this morning,
after you reported the vandalism at Thunder Karate."
      "I know Carlos, I’m sorry," Trent apologized.  "I’m just
worried.  I mean, I basically sent Jen right to this guy today!"
Trent pulled into Jen’s driveway.
      "Her car’s not here," Carlos pointed out.  Trent raced to
the door and knocked.  No one answered.
      "She’s not here, Carlos," Trent said, certain that she’d
gone elsewhere.
      "I’ll have Walker put out on APB on her Mustang," Carlos
decided.  "That may give us some chance of finding Jen before
something happens to her."
      Trent nodded.  "Let’s drive around some more," he suggested.
"We may spot her car."
  *  *  *
      Jen pulled up to the former cheese factory, now an
abandoned warehouse.   She knew she was at the right place,
though.  There was a white rose attached to the main door.
      Jen climbed out and walked up to the door.  She took the
rose from the door and pushed the door open.  The room was dimly
lit and looked deserted.
      "Billy?" Jen called, stepping into the room.  The door
swung shut behind her, and she jumped.
      "What kept you?" he teased.
      "Very funny," Jen told him.  She looked around the factory.
"Not a very romantic place for a rendezvous."
      Billy’s expression turned serious.  "Run away with me."
      Jen was surprised.  "What?"
      "Run away with me," Billy repeated.  "We can go anywhere
you want."
      "I don’t understand, Billy," Jen said.  "Why do you want
to go somewhere else?"
      "Let’s not talk about it here," Billy asserted, eager to
leave the factory.
      "What is going on, Billy?" Jen asked, confused and a little
hurt.  "Are you planning on leaving again?"
      "Not without you," he promised her.  "We need to get out
of here."
      "Why are you in such a hurry to go?" Jen inquired, looking
around.  She thought she’d heard a noise on the other side of
the large room.
      "You’re in danger," Billy told her.  "We’re in danger."
      "In danger of what?  What is going on, Billy?" Jen
demanded.
      "You know I’ve always loved you," Billy admitted.  "I
still do.  So please trust me when I say that we have to get
out of here."
      "Billy, I--"
      "You’re not getting anywhere, Bowen."
  *  *  *
      Trent was the first to spot the blue Mustang parked near
the abandoned cheese factory.
      "There she is!" he said to Carlos.   He pulled up next to
Jen’s car.  He and Carlos raced over to the building and peered
through a dirty window.  They could see a man holding a gun on
Jen and Billy, and two other thugs standing behind the man with
the weapon.
      "The back door," Trent suggested, and they headed in that
direction.
  *  *  *
      "Kydon, I told you I’d take care of this," Billy said,
stepping between Jen and the gun.
      "I see just how well you’re taking care of this," Kydon
accused.  "So well that you’re trying to run out on Mr. Giorma."
      "Giorma?" Jen repeated behind Billy.  It didn’t take long
for her to piece things together.  "He hired you to kill me?"
      "Don’t be too harsh on him," Kydon told her.  "He couldn’t
do it.  The man who killed eleven women in five years in nearly
identical situations couldn’t pull the trigger on you."
      Jen struggled for breath.  Eleven women...five years...he’d
been a killer even before he’d walked away from her.
      "Jen?" Billy pleaded.
      She couldn’t meet his eyes.
      "So you’re here to finish the job?" Jen directed at Kydon.
      "Smart girl, Bowen," Kydon said.  "First I kill you and
Bowen watches while you die, and then I kill Bowen."
      "And then you call the police, let them know that shots
had been fired at the old cheese factory, and they come down
here, find us dead, and assume that it was a murder-suicide,"
Jen finished for him.
      Kydon grinned.  "You really are quick.  But not quick
enough to catch on that Billy here was trying to kill you.  And
not quick enough to stop me from doing it."  He leveled the gun.
      A loud crash sounded behind Kydon, and he turned to look.
Carlos rolled to the floor, avoiding the crate he’d knocked
over.  The two big thugs raced towards him.  Trent snuck around
the rear wall, trying to get behind Kydon.
      Billy used the moment to his advantage.  He pulled his gun
and fired at Kydon.  The bullet nicked Kydon’s shoulder, and
Kydon, turning, fired at Jen.
      "No!" Billy yelled, jumping in front of Jen.  The bullet
struck him in the chest as Trent knocked Kydon down from behind.
The gun flew from Kydon’s hand.  Within seconds, Trent had Kydon
subdued.  Carlos wrestled with the two thugs, but it only took
him a couple of well-placed punches to get them dizzy, and he
slammed their heads together.  They fell to the floor.  Carlos
surveyed the scene.  He called for backup and an ambulance, then
joined Trent beside Jen.
      Jen cradled Billy’s head in her lap.  Tears filled her eyes
as he struggled to speak.
      "I’m sorry," he whispered, barely loud enough for her to
hear.
      "I know," Jen assured him, her heart breaking.  She brushed
the hair from his eyes.  This wasn’t the way he deserved to die.
      "I’ve always loved you," Billy rasped.  "Always."
      Jen nodded.  "I know, Billy."  She reached back, removed
the wolf necklace he’d given her so long ago, and hooked it
around his neck. Her tears wet his cheek.  His wide eyes told
her he knew the meaning of her gesture.
      "I love you," he whispered one last time.



           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Epilogue~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      The funeral took place two days later, in the rain.  Jen
hadn’t spoken to anyone in that time, and her heartache was
unbearable.  She expected to be the only one at Billy’s funeral,
and other than Roscoe and the funeral people, she was.  Or, she
thought she was.
      Jen felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to find
Trent standing there.  He pulled her into his arms, and she
cried against his quiet strength.


THE END!!

Send all comments and criticisms to smithers@...!!!!


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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The story is really suspensful! I can't wait for the next part! In a writer's
opinion, your Charactor Development is excellent (wish I could say the same!)
Keep it coming!
Molly

This part's kind of long, sorry!!


Ghost of the Present


          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Five~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      Billy looked down at Jen sleeping next to him.  She
looked as innocent as she had when he had first met her
that day at college.  They had been in their sophomore
year.  Billy had just transferred in, and he was wandering
around campus when...
      he spotted her.  She was sitting in the middle of a
nearby field, talking to someone or something.  He stepped
closer, and he saw what the girl was doing, she was
comforting a wounded fawn.  It was amazing enough that she
was able to get close to it, but the fawn seemed to trust
her enough to snuggle against her when it spotted him.
She turned and looked, and upon seeing Billy, she had sent
him for help. When he returned, the fawn was asleep in her
arms, and he knew he was in love.
      That fawn was what she reminded him of now, innocent
and trusting, if a little wary.  He brushed a strand of
hair out of her eyes.
      Billy regretted that his boss wanted her dead.  Jen
had always been strong-willed and law abiding, and her few
months as assistant D.A. had won her some powerful enemies,
his boss amongst them.  She’d sent him to prison, and it
was up to Billy to take his revenge.  And that was the last
thing he wanted to do.  Not then, and especially not now.
      He wanted desperately to get out of the game, and if
he could, he’d take Jen with him.  His boss would just get
more hitmen, but he could protect Jen.  They could be like
Bonnie and Clyde, only without the crime spree.  They’d
have to lay low, maybe change their whole identities.  But
it would be worth it.
  *  *  *
      When Jen opened her eyes the next morning, sunlight
was streaming into her window.  Looking around, she spotted
Billy dressing on the other side of the room.
      "Oh," Jen groaned closing her eyes again.  "Bright
light!"  She buried her head under the covers.
      "Good morning, beautiful," Billy called out cheerfully.
      Jen popped her head back out.  "Is it morning already?"
      Billy walked over, sat down next to Jen, and kissed
her.  Jen snuggled into his arms.
      "I’m afraid so," Billy confirmed.  "And if I don’t leave
soon, I’m going to be late for my meeting."
      "What meeting?" Jen asked groggily.
      "Just business," Billy answered.  He kissed her forehead.
"And I’m going to be late if I don’t finish getting around."
      Jen sighed, thinking about a day four years before when
Billy had said something quite similar.
      "I will be back," Billy said, reading Jen’s mind.
      "Don’t go making promises you can’t keep," Jen told
him, grabbing her bathrobe from the floor and heading to the
bathroom.
      Billy followed, but Jen slammed the door in his face.
He sighed, knowing that nothing he could say would convince
her otherwise.  He’d have to prove her wrong through his
deeds.  If that was even possible anymore.
  *  *  *
      Jen pulled up to the curb behind Trent’s ‘Vette and
stared at Thunder Karate in dismay.  The front window had
been broken outward, and the interior looked to be a mess,
as well!
      Climbing out of her Mustang, she went inside to find
Trent, who, along with his students, was picking up the mess.
      "Trent, what happened?" Jen asked, wandering over to him.
      Trent spun around, startled, and not at all happy.
      "Your friend decided to do some redecorating last night,"
he told her, picking up a broken trophy.
      "My friend?" Jen asked, puzzled.
      "Billy Bowen," Trent answered, picking up another damaged
trophy.  He set the pieces in a box.
      "Billy?" Jen questioned.  "Trent, that’s impossible!
Billy was with me all--" She stopped, suddenly uncomfortable.
      Trent glared at Jen.  His sour mood was infectious.
      "What, Trent?" Jen asked angrily, feeling no need to
explain her actions.  "I know Billy didn’t do this!"
      Trent didn’t answer.  Ignoring Jen, he packed his broken
memories away.
      "Don’t you have any other suspects?" Jen asked.  When
Trent continued to ignore her, Jen went on. "You’re a private
investigator, Trent.  This is what you do best!"
      "What I do best," Trent snarled, "is work alone."
      Jen, startled and hurt, fought to keep the tears out of
her voice.
      "If that’s the way you feel, Trent, then I quit," she
told him icily.  She turned and walked back out of Thunder
Karate.
  *  *  *
      "It’s about time, Bowen," the gray-haired man Billy knew
as Vernon Kydon greeted him as he walked in the door.  "Is it
done?"
      Billy, studying the two big men standing to either side
of Kydon, shook his head.  "Not yet."
      "And why is that, Bowen?" Kydon asked, eerily calm.
      "Why is this girl different from the rest?"
      Billy could give him a hundred reasons, but he knew better
than to say any of them.
      "She didn’t sleep last night," he told Kydon.  "She was really
hyper, and she talked and talked.  And she knows how to take
care of herself.  I thought it best to wait until her guard is down."
      Kydon nodded.  "I know about your feelings for this girl,
Bowen.  If you do anything stupid, like even think about running
out on this contract, we’ll kill you.  And we’ll kill her first and
make you watch."
  *  *  *
      "Trent, what did you say to Jen?" Tommy asked, stepping up
behind his brother with an empty box.
      "She just quit," Trent answered tersely.
      "Quit?" Tommy asked, surprised.  "You can’t let her quit!
If she doesn’t have a reason to stay in Dallas, she might move
away, and we’ll never see her again!"
      "Some things can’t be helped, Tommy," Trent answered.
"And I don’t want to talk about it."
      "Don’t want to talk about what?"
      Trent turned to find Carlos in the doorway.  He’d been
there earlier, when Trent had first reported the vandalism.
      "I’ve got more info on that Bowen guy you asked about
earlier," Carlos said.
      Trent grabbed a broom and started sweeping up the floor.
"I don’t want to hear it, Carlos."
      "You don’t want to know that Jen’s friend Billy is a
professional hitman?" Carlos asked.  That got Trent’s
attention. Trent stopped sweeping and looked at his friend.
      "He’s what’s known as a ladykiller," Carlos continued.
"He introduces himself to his "hits," seduces them, and then
kills them while they sleep."
      "My God," Trent said, his anger with Jen turning to
concern.
      "Bowen dated Jen for three and a half years," Carlos
added.  "He walked away one day four years ago, and straight
into a life of crime.  He now freelances, but he was recently
hired by Don Giorma."
      Trent thought for a moment.  "Wasn’t that the...?"
      "Mob kingpin Jen sent away for murder?" Carlos finished.
"Want to lay odds on who the next "hit" is supposed to be?"
      Trent paled as understanding arrived.  He shoved the
broom into Tommy’s hands and raced out of Thunder Karate, with
Carlos at his heels.

To be continued/concluded in part/chapter 6!!

Feel free to send me any feedback you have!!

Jen

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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It's me (read name above)
Just finish catchin' that chatter. And hey.
My fav SOT eps would have to be Special Witness (that dress) and SOT
the movie (the dinner scene) I love all the eps. but they had me
laughing the hardest, and crying and whew!
As for meeting in Tex. my rents would never let that happen. I may be
20 but they won't even let me drive from FL to MD (to bring my car up
between the summer) Though I could try and tell them that I'd be
meeting up with a friend in Waco and then one in TX A&M (I might try
that idea). If it doesn't work then I'll send y'all a pick and you
keep my info-ed.
Bye now (I see I'm getting long winded again)
Mike

oh, and another thing. Her husband Robert was killed by Loco after she got out
of the gang, and Laurie was 6 at that time.
jenny

Okay to not get confused with Jennifer Smither's character. Mine is Jennifer
Pennington which my real name. She is walker and Trivette partner and has a bad
reputaion. She is like Walker and is in love with Trent. She teaches karatee,
and used to be a singer. She has known Walker, Alex, and Trent and Carlos for a
long time. She used to be in a gang and hides all her emotions because she
doesn't want to show her weakness. She is also very nice. Her mother was killed
by her father when she was 15 and her father theartin to kill alex and everyone
else if she told. She was in Loco's gang and looses another friend in a story
that i'm writting. She has lost two brothers, one from cancer when she was 10
and another one by loco. She got out of Loco's gang and married a man by the
name of Robert and had a daughter named Laurie that is living with a friend and
Walker and the others don't know about that yet. So there is a lot of fanfic i'm
writting. If you like to use her please e-mail me.
jenny

Jen told me to to post this well I thought of it long ago. Does anyone want to
do a round robin, I'm just saying i'm doing part one and the last part. but what
exactally are we going to write about. Also the reason i'm doing part one and
the last one is because i said it first hee hee. I'm doing another one on a
deferent show called The Magnificent Seven, thank the lord it is back on. Send
your thought if you have any to the SOTfic.
Jenny

Hi!

I have no plans for a round robin, but it's a good idea, if someone would
like to start it.  And, if you haven't guessed by now, I'm here!

Jen


> Sunshine is here!  Let the party begin!  having a list like this one was a
> great idea.  I am actually in the middle of my first fanfic. attempt, so I
> could probably use the advice!  One Q, does anyone plan on getting a round
> robin going?  I think it might be interesting! See ya!
> ~Sunshine~
> BTW, who all is on this list?

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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which means:
"I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I honor the
place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor the place within
you where if you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me there
is only one of us."  Ram Dass
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On Sun, 17 Jan 1999 19:09:00 -0800 (PST) you wrote:

>
> From: Sunshine <sunshine6555@...>
>
> Sunshine is here!  Let the party begin!  having a list like this one
> was a great idea.  I am actually in the middle of my first fanfic.
> attempt, so I could probably use the advice!  One Q, does anyone plan
> on getting a round robin going?  I think it might be interesting!
> See ya!
> ~Sunshine~
> BTW, who all is on this list?
I'm in it. I totally agree with you thankyou Jenn. Hey are you writting fanfic
too. Please e-mail me.
Jenny
>
>
>
>
> ==
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>                   "I've never been anywhere,
>                   and now that I'm somewhere,
>                       I'm still nowhere."
>                         -Joe Elliott
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I'm here too!! (as always) I will send partial stories to the list, but
the rest you can check out on my site:
http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/5698/index.html

Ace

>::waves frantically::  I'm here, I'm here!!!  LOL  The round (can't
finish
>that...) thing is a great idea!  I have a fic in the works too
(actually, a
>couple), but that's ok!  I'll send them when they're ready!
>
>Robin
>
> ----------
> From:  Sunshine
> Sent:  Sunday, January 17, 1999 10:09 PM
> To:  sotfiction@onelist.com
> Subject:  [sotfiction] Hi!
>
> From: Sunshine <sunshine6555@...>
>
> Sunshine is here!  Let the party begin!  having a list like this one
> was a great idea.  I am actually in the middle of my first fanfic.
> attempt, so I could probably use the advice!  One Q, does anyone
>plan
> on getting a round robin going?  I think it might be interesting!
> See ya!
> ~Sunshine~
> BTW, who all is on this list?
>
>
>
>
> ==
> ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
>                   "I've never been anywhere,
>                   and now that I'm somewhere,
>                       I'm still nowhere."
>                         -Joe Elliott
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::waves frantically::  I'm here, I'm here!!!  LOL  The round (can't finish
that...) thing is a great idea!  I have a fic in the works too (actually, a
couple), but that's ok!  I'll send them when they're ready!

Robin

	 ----------
	 From:  Sunshine
	 Sent:  Sunday, January 17, 1999 10:09 PM
	 To:  sotfiction@onelist.com
	 Subject:  [sotfiction] Hi!

	 From: Sunshine <sunshine6555@...>

	 Sunshine is here!  Let the party begin!  having a list like this one
	 was a great idea.  I am actually in the middle of my first fanfic.
	 attempt, so I could probably use the advice!  One Q, does anyone
plan
	 on getting a round robin going?  I think it might be interesting!
	 See ya!
	 ~Sunshine~
	 BTW, who all is on this list?




	 ==
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	                   "I've never been anywhere,
	                   and now that I'm somewhere,
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Sunshine is here!  Let the party begin!  having a list like this one
was a great idea.  I am actually in the middle of my first fanfic.
attempt, so I could probably use the advice!  One Q, does anyone plan
on getting a round robin going?  I think it might be interesting!
See ya!
~Sunshine~
BTW, who all is on this list?




==
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                   "I've never been anywhere,
                   and now that I'm somewhere,
                       I'm still nowhere."
                         -Joe Elliott
Yahoo Pager ID: sunshine6555    ICQ#26934593
URL:  http://home.earthlink.net/~sunshine655/index.html

My newest chapter, never before been seen!  Hot off the presses!!


        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Four~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      The telephone rang.  Since Jen was upstairs taking
a bath, Billy took the liberty of answering it.
      "Hello," he said.
      "Hello?" the voice asked.  "This is Trent Malloy.
Who’s this?"
      "This is Billy Bowen," Billy answered.  "May I help
you?"
      "May I speak with Jen?" Trent asked.
      "She’s taking a bath right now," Billy told him.
      "Could you have her call me when she’s done?" Trent
asked.
      "Absolutely," Billy answered.  "Goodbye."  He hung
up on Trent, then dialed another number.  After a short
conversation, he hung up.
  *  *  *
      Jen opened her eyes when she heard a knock on her
bathroom door.
      "Dinner’s ready," Billy called through the door.
      "Okay, I’ll be right out," Jen yelled back.  She
climbed out of the bathwater, toweled off, and slipped
into her bathrobe.  Then she stepped out of the bathroom
and started downstairs.
      "Did I hear the phone ring a little while ago?"
Jen asked, pulling the clip out of her hair and letting
her hair fall loose about her shoulders.
      "Yes," Billy called from the kitchen.  "It was a
wrong number."
      "Oh," Jen said before stepping into her dining
room.  "Oh!"
      The dining room had been transformed.  When she’d
gone upstairs to take her bath, the room had consisted
only of tables and chairs.  Now, there was a pair of
lit candles on the table, vaguely illuminating the pair
of dishes filled with delicious-smelling food. Soft
music and dim lighting completed the mood.
      Billy wandered into the dining room carrying two
glasses of cranberry juice.
      "You didn’t burn it," Jen told him, referring to
the meal, as he set the drinks on the table.
      "No, I didn’t burn it," Billy answered indignantly.
"Smart aleck."  Billy seated Jen, then sat across from
her while they ate.
      "That was a great meal," Jen admitted after she
finished her dinner.  "Are you sure you cooked it?"
      "You wouldn’t be asking that if you’d seen your
kitchen," Billy joked back.
      Jen smiled at him.  "You’re right.  I guess some
things have changed."
      Billy gazed levelly back at her.  "Some things
haven’t."
  *  *  *
      The phone rang, and Trent grabbed it expectantly.
      "Jen?" he answered.
      "Hey, buddy," Carlos said.  "Sorry to disappoint
you, but I'm not Jen. I’ve never done drag, and I’m
never going to.  Not even for you."
      "Hey, Carlos," Trent corrected, rubbing his eyes.
      "I got some vague information on that Bowen guy you
asked me to look up," Carlos told him.  "It seems he has
connections to the mob, but I can’t tell you which ones
they are -- why did you want me to look him up again?"
      "It seems he has connections to Jen, also," Trent
shared.
      "What, are they getting too close for your comfort
or something?" Carlos asked.  "I didn’t know you were the
jealous type."
      "What?  I’m not jealous," Trent denied.  "He just
seems a bit shady, that’s all."
      "Well, if Jen trusts him..." Carlos said.
      "That’s what I’m afraid of," Trent muttered.
      "What was that?" Carlos asked.
      "Nothing," Trent told him.  "Did you get anything
else on him?"
      "Sorry," Carlos answered.  "He seems to cover his
tracks pretty well.  I’ll keep checking, though."
      "Thanks a lot, buddy," Trent said.
  *  *  *
      Jen cleared her throat, breaking the taut silence.
      "Well, I have dishes to do,"  she said, standing up.
Billy grabbed her hand as she started to walk past.  The
familiar sounds of Luther Vandross filled the room.
      "They’re playing our song," Billy said, standing up.
Jen didn’t resist as he pulled her into his arms.  They
began swaying to the music.
           "Here and now,
           I promise to love faithfully,
           You’re all I need,
           Here and now,
           I vow to be one with thee,
           Your love is all I need..."
      Jen looked up at Billy as the song came to an end,
and their lips met.  She didn’t fight when Billy picked
her up into his arms and headed for the stairs.





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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

you are doing a great job,having me crying along with trent
keep it up,can`t wait for your next one

Here's my first effort in SOT fic:

The Visit, by J. M. McClure

It would have taken an act of God to get him out the door with 'Old Eagle Eyes'
watching his every move.

Not that any of his other guardian angels were easy to outwit.  So, he had
waited them all out; waited until the wheelchair had become a luxury rather than
a necessity and quietly planned the great escape.

Katie Malloy had finally decided her son could be trusted to rest without her
constant hovering-- enough that she gave in to the urgings of her best friend to
hit the sales at the mall.  She, in her mother hen mode, had left explicit
instructions: lunch in the fridge, heat on high for five minutes, don't eat it
too fast or it will burn your math; drink lots of fluid, the doctor said so; do
NOT get out of bed except for...well, you know.

Trent had patiently taken the mothering, agreeing to everything, quite convinced
that the Geneva Convention had nothing on his mother when it came to corralling
recalcitrant POWs.

Tommy was at school, so he couldn't narc on his older brother.  Carlos had been
dragged away to follow up leads on a case he had already put into the dead file.
Alex was busy doing D.A. things.  Walker and Trivette were off somewhere
fighting for justice and the American Way.  Okay, okay, he conceded, inactivity
had made him a little testy.  Trent Malloy was not used to sitting on a couch,
his feet propped up, juice and cookies carefully arranged on a table within easy
reach, and being held captive by the Jerry Springer Show.  He could feel his
brain cells dying with the each new 'guest' that entered the daytime slug fest
that passed for entertainment.

A mini-lecture from Carlos, a cautious 'feeling him out' from Walker--both had
served only to dredge up memories that he wanted to keep securely buried in the
darkest recesses of him mind.  Living the memory was like poking at an abscessed
tooth, just to see if it still hurt.

It still hurt.

Now how to get there.

At least that was easy enough to arrange.  A call to the local cab company had
his ride at the front door within fifteen minutes.  It took him almost that long
to hobble his way down to the cab, the driver drumming his fingers impatiently
on the steering wheel.  Trent dropped wearily into a seat in the back.  He
couldn't remember ever having to rely on a cab for transportation before and he
wasn't sure if he was supposed to get in the front seat or the back.  Back
seemed appropriate.

He was tired.  The court thing had emptied him of any energy.  It was worth it,
though, just to get the slimebag off the streets before anyone else got in his
way.  Anger sparked like an ember left too long when he pictured Sally's
trusting face and knew that only God's intervention and Carlos and Walker had
prevented her from becoming Riggs' next victim.

He gave the address, then leaned wearily back in the hard-cushioned seat, trying
to tease his kinetic thoughts into some sort of order.  He was tired.  He was
angry.  And if he admitted it, he was just a little scared.

He glanced out the window and absently watched the city streets mutate into
grassland.

Carlos had been the first.  "You gotta start carrying a gun, Trent, or next time
we may not be able to pull you back.  You could get killed.  Do you think Alan
would want that?"

Then there was Walker...Trent had always idolized the ranger, would generally
take anything he said at face value and then try to live up to it.  Too much
like his relationship with his own father--loving him, wanting to make him
proud, but always feeling just that last step short of what they might want him
to be.

It's all in your head, Trent, he chided himself.  They never put too much
pressure on you.  You did that all by yourself.  And now that his father was
gone...there was no way to explain, to try to find that balance between them.

He felt a tear begin its lonely trek down his cheekbone and he brushed it away
impatiently.  That would be the last reaction his father would expect...or
condone, he thought with a twinge of regret.

Then there were his friends, Carlos especially.  They had been friends since
childhood.  Carlos wanted him to carry a gun.  He'd been there that night, that
awful, terrifying night.  Why couldn't he understand?  Trent couldn't, he simply
couldn't pick up a gun without seeing Alan's face as the bullet tore into his
chest.  He wouldn't do it, couldn't, no matter how well meaning his friends
were.

With Walker, he was confused, drawing a blank.  He didn't know what the Ranger
wanted of him, wasn't sure that even Walker knew himself.  The subject had been
broached in the safety of his mother's house.  But Trent knew that wasn't the
battle ground for this particular dilemma.

The cab slowed, then turned in between the pillared gates, the cabby following
the jerky directions of his fare.  A glance in the rear view mirror showed a
cautious, concerned face.

Trent knew what he looked like, using a cane, old bruises fading to a
yellowish-green on his face.  He offered no explanation, just dug into his
pocket and paid the fare, adding a generous tip to the bills he shoved into the
man's hands.

"You be all right here?" the cabby asked, his brow wrinkled and his mouth
downcast into a concerned frown.  "I can wait if you want."

"No, thanks," Trent rejected the offer.  "I'll be fine."

He walked the few steps to the small plot.  The tombstone read just the same as
it had years ago.  The passage of time no longer mattered here in this tiny
piece of earth.  Trent sank to one knee, then brushed away some of the weeds and
dirt that encroached upon the small slab of marble that held the name, date of
birth, date of death and nothing more.  As if a young life hadn't been
shattered, unfulfilled potential wasted.  A friend laid forever beneath the
earth.

He let the tears come then.

"I'm sorry, Alan," he whispered.  "I'm so sorry.  I can't ever make it up to
you.  I'm..."

"Maybe he doesn't expect that," came a soft voice from behind him.  "Maybe he
knows that it was a mistake and that you still love him."

Trent dropped from his knee to sit in the dew-wet grass.  Tears coursed
unnoticed down his cheeks, his fingers groped absently at the growth of grass
that marked the small grave.  "How does he know if I never told him?" he asked,
helpless in his grief, alone in his own abandonment.  "It happened so fast I
never got to...to...to.." the words broke off into a stutter as emotion
overwhelmed control.

Cordell Walker knelt beside his young friend and slipped an arm around trembling
shoulders.  "He knew, Trent," he offered.  "You don't need any more than to know
that he knew."

Hitching in a deep breath, Trent gave himself into the embrace of a friend while
his tears fell over the memory of another friend.

Hey,
I'm a new member. Finally someone gets a SOT fanfic page. Well see ya. I'm
writting SOT fic too.
Jenny

The first of the stories I've written, this has been available at
Thunder Karate for a while, but if you haven't read it, it's now here
for your perusal.  If you want me to send more of it, let me know.  It
is six total chapters.

Curse, Legend, Prophecy
Written by:  Jen Smithers
Date:  December 3, 1998

Trent and Carlos get a taste of the supernatural after
hearing the tale of a pirate whose ship was lost at sea.
He will return to claim what’s his and get revenge on those
who did him wrong...

Disclaimer:  I do not own the characters in this story,
nor do I own any rights to the television shows "Sons of
Thunder" or "Walker Texas Ranger." They were created by
Chuck and Aaron Norris and belong to them, CBS, TopKick
Productions, and Norris Productions.


             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter One~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


      "Kee-yah!!"
      Jen blocked out the noise of the karate class below as
she answered the telephone.
      "Trent Malloy, Personal Protection," she said.  "How may
I help you?"  When the person answered, Jen jotted down some
notes for Trent.  "I’ll make sure he gets this after his class
ends.  Goodbye!"  As she hung up the phone, Jen shook her head.
It was another crazy story, but she knew that more often than
not, there was usually some truth to the story, no matter how
crazy it seemed.
      Trent bounded up the stairs.  "Did I hear the Protection
Agency line ring?"
      "Yes," Jen answered, handing him the note.  Glancing towards
the class, she spotted Tommy directing the students.
      Trent read the note.  "A curse?"
      "That’s what the man told me," Jen answered, shrugging.
      "Do you want to come with me?" Trent asked.
      Jen grinned but shook her head.  "Thanks, but I’ve had my
fill of the supernatural.  Try Carlos - I think he has the day
off."
      "Okay, thanks!"  Trent answered, bounding back downstairs.
      Jen, watching him, shook her head.  She was sure he was
going to have quite a tale to tell her.
         *           *      *
      The docks were nearly rotted away from the shores, Trent
observed as he studied the terrain at Hutton’s Bay.
      "I don’t know how I let you talk me into this," Carlos
muttered as Trent parked his ‘Vette next to an old, abandoned-
looking bait shop.
      Trent doublechecked the address.  "This is the place.
Hutton’s Bay and Marina."
      "I doubt there’s been any business around here in a long
time, Carlos noted.  "It doesn’t look like anyone’s even here."
      "Mr. Halloran said he was calling from here, so he must
be around here somewhere," Trent assured his friend.
      "He was probably taken by that curse he mentioned,"
Carlos surmised, wiping clean a window to peek into the bait
shop.
      "Not yet," an old voice answered behind Trent and Carlos.
They turned, and Trent studied the weathered man standing
before them.  He looked old - really old, Trent amended, and
he had a scraggly gray beard that was in need of a good
trimming.  He was dressed for cold weather in an old down
jacket, trousers, and boots.
      "Are you Mr. Halloran?" Trent asked, stepping forward.
The man nodded, and Trent extended his hand.  "Trent Malloy,
and this is my friend, Carlos Sandoval."
      "I been waitun fer ya," Halloran greeted.  "‘e’s a’comin’
tuh get me soon."
      "Who’s coming to get you?" Trent asked, puzzled.
      "Ole’ Red Ren," Halloran answered.
      "Who is Red Ren?" Carlos asked, exchanging a curious
glance with Trent.
      "Duke Renford," Halloran responded.  "De pirate."
      Carlos shook his head as Trent tried to clarify Halloran’s
statement.
      "A pirate?" he asked, more confused than ever.  "Can you
start at the beginning?"
      Halloran glared unhappily at Trent, but started his tale.
      "It all started sixtuh years ago, when I wuz but a youn’
man," Halloran began.  "I work’t fer Ole’ Man ‘utton, as one
of ‘is youn’ sailors.  I wuz gung-‘o ‘bout sailing, it wuz all
I ever done, an’ all I ever want’t to do.  Dere wuz six of us,
all youn’ kids.  ‘utton ‘ad us apprentice’t tuh another sailor,
Duke Renford."
      "The pirate," Carlos interjected.
      "Yes," Halloran agreed. "But we didn’ know ‘e wuz a pirate
when we firs’ start’t sailin’ wid ‘im.  ‘e took shipments, an’
we transport’t dem by boat tuh wherever ‘e want’t dem tuh go.
‘e  -- we -- wuz smugglin’, takin’ thin’s tuh all sortsa coves
‘round de area an’ sellin’ dem tuh other sailors fer <i>mucho
dinero</i>."
      "What kinds of things?" Trent asked.
      "Ceramics an’ ‘istorical items, mostly," Halloran
explained.  "Thin’s we wuzn’ suppose’t tuh ‘ave.  A buncha
stuff dat Red  stole’t from area art museums.  Security wuzn’
so tight back den."
      Trent was interested in the history, but he was feeling
a little impatient.  "You mentioned a curse?"
      "De cops wuz closin’ in on Red, an’ all of us," Halloran
continued.  "We wuz jus’ kids, we didn’ know any better.  Red
promise’t tuh take care of us all, but we wuz gettin’ scare’t.
We didn’ wan’ tuh go tuh jail, an’ we wuz pretty dern sure de
cops wuz gonna get us if we didn’ do somethin’."
      "So what happened?" Carlos asked, wrapped up in the story.
      "We went tuh the coppers, offer’t to turn ourselfs in
befur’ dey catch’t us.  ‘Turn state’s witness,’ you’d call it
now," Halloran detailed.  "But we-all felt guilty, so we’z
gone’t tuh see Red tuh tell ‘im de cops wuz comin.’"
      "And he was mad," Trent tossed in.
      "‘e wuz furious.  ‘e abandon’t a buncha thin’s ‘e ‘ad
planne’t tuh take wid ‘im, an’ ‘e set out fer sea in de middle
of a ragin’ sterm."
      "Never to be seen again," Carlos intoned.
      "‘is ship wen’ down, an’ de cops wuz able tuh salvage it,
but Red wuz nowhere’t tuh be foun’t.  Befur’ ‘e left, ‘owever,
‘e tole’ us dat ‘e could ne’er fergive us, an’ ‘e warn’t us
dat ‘e would come back fer us."
      "So what’s the problem?" Carlos asked.  "There’s no way
anyone could have survived in that storm, is there?"
      "Porter die’t thirty years ago of mysterious causes,"
Halloran answered.  "Bagwell committ’t suicide a year later.
Walden died of mysterious causes six months ago."
      "I don’t see the connection," Trent interrupted.
      Halloran glared up at Trent.  "Der wives all sai’t der
last words wuz ‘bout Red."
      "So?" Carlos asked.
      "Jameson died of mysterious causes a month after Walden,"
  Halloran continued.  "An’ Sanchez wuz foun’ six weeks ago,
dea’t an’ clutchin’ de han’kerchief Red ‘ad wid ‘im when he
die’t."
      Trent and Carlos exchanged another look.
      "It couldn’t have been a handkerchief identical to the
one Renford had?" Trent asked, trying to rationalize what he
was hearing.  Ghosts? Ridiculous!
      "It wuz Red’s!" Halloran insisted. "It wuz a monogramme’t
han’kerchief wid a pitch’er of Red embroider’t in de corner!"
      "And since everyone else is dead, you’re the only one
left, right?" Carlos inquired.
      "‘e’s comin’ fer me, I know it!"
      "How about you come back to Thunder Karate with us?" Trent
suggested, suddenly feeling a little spooked as the wind started
howling.  "We can talk things over there."
      Halloran shook his head.  "No, ‘e’ll fin’ me no matter
where I go."
      Trent and Carlos jumped as something crashed behind them.
Turning, they saw nothing.
      Carlos laughed as they turned back to Halloran.  "For a
minute there, I thought that was Red coming to get us."
      He started in surprise, as did Trent.
      Halloran was gone!

Email me for more!

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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
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Here's another story I've been working on, I only have one total chapter
written so far...

Jumanji
Written by:  Jen Smithers
Date:  January 15, 1999

Jen, Trent, Carlos, and Tommy decide to play a "friendly"
game of Jumanji...

Disclaimer:  I do not own the characters in this story,
nor do I own any rights to the television shows "Sons of
Thunder" or "Walker Texas Ranger." They were created by
Chuck and Aaron Norris and belong to them, CBS, TopKick
Productions, and Norris Productions.  The Jumanji story
is based on the movie of the same name.  I own no rights
to the movie or its characters.


             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter One~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


      It was a quiet Saturday afternoon when Carlos popped into
Thunder Karate with the game.  Trent was up in his office, while
Jen was downstairs, working with Tommy on kicks and blocks.
      "Hey, everyone!" Carlos announced his presence.
      Jen and Tommy stopped practicing and walked over to Carlos.
Jen grabbed a towel as Tommy greeted his friend.
      Trent appeared at the top of the stairs.
      "Hey, buddy," Trent answered.  "What’s up?"
      "I thought we could play this game I found," Carlos suggested
as Tommy swiped the game from him.
      "Jumanji," Tommy read off the wooden case.
      "Tommy could sure use a break," Jen teased.
      Tommy, absorbed in studying the box, nearly missed the barb.
"Hey!"
      "Actually, I could use a break myself," Trent agreed, walking
down the steps.  He joined them on the mat. A minute later, they
were seated on the mat around the game.
      "Jumanji," Tommy read from the opened board.  "A game for
those who seek to find a way to leave the world behind."
      "I could use some of that," Carlos jested.
      Tommy glared at Carlos for interrupting and continued. "You
roll the dice to move your token.  Doubles gets another turn. The
first player to reach the end wins."
      "Look out everyone, here comes Detective Sandoval," Carlos
boasted, setting the game pieces on the board.  To everyone’s
surprise, the four pieces righted themselves and scattered to the
corners of the board.
      "Must be magnetized," Jen said, breaking the awed silence.
      Tommy picked up the dice.  Since he was youngest, they’d
determined he’d go first.  He dropped the dice on the board, and
they turned up a 2 and a 5.  His game piece moved itself seven
spaces, then stopped.  Something swirled, and then a riddle
appeared in the bubble in the center of the board.

    A TINY
    BITE CAN
    MAKE YOU ITCH
    MAKE YOU
    SNEEZE, MAKE
    YOU TWITCH

      "Sounds like some sort of bug," Carlos pointed out. A faint
buzzing reached Jen’s ears.
      "What’s that?" she asked, looking around.
      "What’s what?" Trent asked curiously, trying to locate whatever
it was that Jen was hearing.
      "Mosquitoes!" Tommy guessed from his clue.
      "Mosquitoes!" Jen yelled, pointing towards the office.
      The others looked and saw a small group of enormous mosquitoes
headed straight for them!
      "Take cover!" Trent yelled.  He and Jen dove under one of the
mats, and Tommy and Carlos covered their heads as the mosquitoes
dive-bombed them!
      Tommy felt a rush of air, and then a loud crash sounded through
Thunder Karate.  A moment later, the buzzing dissipated, then
disappeared.
      Trent was the first to look, peering from under the mat.
      "They’re gone."  He broke cover, and Jen, Tommy, and Carlos
did the same.
      Jen searched for the cause of the crash, and quickly spotted
it.
      "Trent, your window," she pointed out, indicating his front
window.  It had been smashed outward, and glass littered the
sidewalk.
      Trent groaned.  He’d just had that window repainted!
      Everyone headed outside and gathered up the broken class.
After Tommy swept up the sidewalk, they all headed back inside.
      "Do you think the game..." Carlos began.
      Trent shook his head.  "That’s crazy," he answered. "Games
can’t magically cause giant insects to appear."  He stared up into
the rafters.  "They must have a nest in here somewhere. I’ll have
to call a fumigator."
      Everyone sat back down around the game.
      Tommy handed the dice to Jen. "It’s your turn."
      Jen shook, then rolled the dice.  They came up on 2 and 4.
Jen’s token advanced six spaces, and then her riddle appeared.

More to come...


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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
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Okay, guys, I forgot to mention something.

The character of Jen is someone I invented for my fan fiction.  She is a
former collegiate kick-boxing champ who has a degree in law.  She works
with Alex for a while before quitting as assistant DA and being hired by
Trent to help with the Protection Agency.

I hope this gets rid of some confusion! : )

Jen


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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
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Ghost of the Present

             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Three~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      Thump!  Thump!  Thump!
      Jen’s fists struck the punching bag with frustrated force,
repeatedly pounding an angry rhythm that didn’t fail to reach
Trent’s ears.  He dismissed his class, then watched Jen from the
doorway to the back gym.
      "What’s wrong with Jen?" Tommy asked, stepping up behind Trent
and watching Jen pulverize the bag with a round-kick.
      "I wish I knew, Tommy," Trent answered, troubled by the
expression on Jen’s face.  "I wish I knew."
  *  *  *
      Thirty minutes later, Jen’s anger was gone, replaced by
exhaustion, but her confusion remained.  Grabbing her duffel, she
headed for the exit, ready to go home and take a nice, hot bath.
      "Jen?"
      Jen, surprised, turned to face Trent.
      "What are you still doing here?" Jen asked.  It was dinner time,
and she’d thought he’d already left.
      "I was waiting to talk to you," Trent explained gently.
      "Are you all right?"
      "Of course," Jen answered quickly, not wanting to discuss her
confusion over Billy with Trent.  "Why would anything be wrong?"
      "Well, you all but kicked the stuffing out of my punching bag,"
Trent reminded her.
      Jen’s eyes strayed in the direction of the punching bag, then
locked on Trent’s face.
      "I was just working out," Jen explained, uncomfortable with
Trent’s scrutiny.  "What’s the big deal?"
      "The big deal is, I care about you," Trent answered.  "I don’t
want to see you get hurt."
      "I’m not going to get hurt," Jen told him, positive that she’d
seen the last of Billy that afternoon.
      "And I don’t like seeing you upset," Trent continued.
      "I am not--"  Jen stopped.  Lowering her voice, she continued.
"I am not upset, Trent."
      "You could have fooled me," Trent retorted.
      "I’m fine, Trent!" Jen spun towards the door, and Trent grabbed
her wrist.
      "What is it about Billy that bothers you so much?" Trent asked,
finally getting to his point.
      Jen, feeling defensive, bit back, "What is it about Billy that
bothers you, Trent?"
      Trent, surprised by Jen’s accusation, didn’t resist as she
broke free and raced out of Thunder Karate.
  *  *  *
      Jen was surprised to see Billy sitting on her doorstep when she
arrived home.  "I was wondering if I’d be sitting here all night,"
Billy said smoothly, standing as Jen stepped up to the door. He
stepped up behind her.
      "Billy, what are you doing here?" she asked, fumbling with her
keys.
      "I told you you’d see me later," he reminded her.  He started
massaging her shoulders, and Jen froze.
      "Billy, don’t," Jen asked, her insides in turmoil.  She found
her house key and unlocked the door.
      Billy kept massaging.
      "You’re so tense," he noted, rubbing her sore muscles gently.
"I bet a nice bath would do you wonders."
      Jen tensed at his words.  The way he still knew her comforted
and scared her at the same time.  She gathered her last ounce of
resistance.
      "You’re right, Billy," she agreed, stepping inside. "Goodnight."
      "Not so fast," Billy said, stopping Jen from slamming the door
on him.  "Let me cook dinner for you."
      Jen choked back a laugh.  "You?  Cook?"  Billy could burn
water!  Which, as she recalled, he had done once.
      "Okay, the Thanksgiving incident aside," Billy fielded
good-naturedly, "a lot of things have changed since you last saw me."
      Jen felt momentarily uncomfortable, but she relaxed when he
continued.
      "And cooking is one of them," Billy finished, looking
imploringly down at Jen.  "So, what do you say?" Jen, out of
excuses, couldn’t resist.
      "Come in, Billy," she sighed.  She pointed him in the
direction of the kitchen, then she raced upstairs to take a bath.

Go on to chapter 4 (not typed yet, but it is written!!)

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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
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Ghost of the Present

             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Two~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      Jen spotted Billy the moment she entered C.D.’s.  Billy had
chosen a corner table, and, as promised, her cocoa was waiting for
her.
      Billy watched as Jen walked over to the table.  She’d showered
and changed since he’d seen her last.  Her hair hung damply around
her face, but she’d never looked more beautiful to him.
      She sat down across from him, and she didn’t look happy.
      "What are you doing here, Billy?" she demanded, ignoring her
cocoa.
      "I wanted to see you," he answered, sipping his cocoa calmly.
      But Jen wasn’t calm.  She’d had thirty minutes to think about
his return, and she was angry.
      "You have some nerve!" she continued.  "You walked out of my
life four years ago without even a goodbye, and now you think you
can just stroll right back in?"
      His eyes landed on the chain around her neck, and he reached
across the table and took the wolf pendant, the one he’d made for
and given to her years ago, in his hand.
      "I never really left, did I?" he asked quietly.
   *  *  *
      Walker, Alex, and Trivette sat at the bar, visiting with C.D.
They watched Jen’s argument with interest.
      "Who’s that Jen’s sitting with?" Alex wondered.
      "I dunno," Walker answered.  "Whoever he is, he sure did
<i>something</i> to make Jen really angry with him."
      "I wondered why he came in and ordered two cocoas," C.D. added.
      "So, he must have been expecting her," Trivette deduced. "I
don’t recognize him."
      "But obviously Jen does," Walker pointed out.  "Just to be on
the safe side, let’s run him through the computers.  C.D., could I
borrow his mug after he’s done?"  C.D. nodded.  "And we’d better
have Trent keep an eye on her."
   *  *  *
      Jen pushed Billy’s hand away from her necklace.  He released
the pendant and ensnared her fingers instead. Jen, realizing how
accurate his words were, became more exasperated than angry.
      "Billy, please," she said softly, trying to pull her hand free.
He wouldn’t release it.  Warmth flooded her from his grasp, and her
pulse raced.
      "I’m not letting you slip through my fingers this time," he
promised.
      "Billy, stop," Jen pleaded, wanting--needing--space. In answer,
Billy lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to her wrist,
sending tingles up her arm.
      Jen pulled her arm free, flushing with anger.  Billy stood and
walked around the table to stand behind Jen.  He set a hand on her
shoulder and whispered in her ear.
      "You don’t want me to stop because you feel it, too," he
whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
      As right as he was, Jen would never admit it.
      "Go to--"
      Billy’s hand covered her mouth, sending further tingles through
her body.  She wanted to fight him, but she couldn’t.
      "You’ll see me again," Billy promised, freeing her mouth.
      "Very soon."
      "Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Billy," Jen reminded him,
her anger returning.  "Why did you wait four years?"
      Billy was quiet for a long moment.  "For a myriad of reasons,"
he finally answered.  "But you were never far from my thoughts.  In
fact, some days, you were all that kept me going."
      Jen’s forehead wrinkled in confusion, and she turned to look at
him.  "I don’t understand."
      "I’ve never stopped loving you, Jenna," he answered. "And I
never will."  His lips brushed her forehead.  "I’ll see you later."
      Billy turned and walked out of C.D.s, having paid for the cocoas
when he ordered them.
      Jen’s eyes watered as she watched Billy leave.  She’d missed him
so much, but she thought she’d moved on.  Now that he was back in her
life, could she trust him?  And if she did, would she just be setting
herself up for another heartache?

Go on to Chapter 3

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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
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Okay, the following is the prologue and first chapter to my fan fiction
story, Ghost of the Present.  Please feel free to critique away, send
the critiques to: smithers@...

Thanks.



Ghost of the Present
Written by:  Jen Smithers
Date:  January 15, 1999

Just as Trent is about to express his feelings to Jen,
an old flame walks back into her life, his intent to woo
her once again before killing that love...for all time...

Disclaimer:  I do not own the characters in this story,
nor do I own any rights to the television shows "Sons of
Thunder" or "Walker Texas Ranger." They were created by
Chuck and Aaron Norris and belong to them, CBS, TopKick
Productions, and Norris Productions.



              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Prologue~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      The sun was shining brightly down on Thunder Karate.  The
wind was warm for April, and the birds sang sweetly in the breeze.
      It was a beautiful day in Dallas.
      The lone blemish was the non-descript black car parked a few
hundred yards from the front entrance of Thunder Karate.
      Two men sat inside the car.  The driver was a gray-haired man
in his mid-forties.  He was dressed in a dark grey suit, and his
eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.  The man in the passenger seat
had shoulderlength black hair and wore dark clothing.  He was in
his late twenties, and his dark eyes swept the street, searching
for his target.
      "You said you knew her schedule," the driver said impatiently.
      "She’ll be here," his passenger answered calmly.  As if on
cue, he spotted her blue Mustang turning down the street.  "And
here she comes."
      The men watched as a young woman in her mid -twenties climbed
out of the car, hefted a duffel bag, and walked into Thunder Karate.
      "What a shame," the driver noted sincerely.  The younger man
nodded in agreement.  After all this time, watching, waiting...  His
heart pounded in anticipation.  If only for today, she’d be his...
again...


             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter One~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      Jen blocked the kick and countered with a punch.  Trent grabbed
her arm, and the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back,
pinned to the mat.
      "Well, I guess that move needs some work," she noted wryly, her
breathing ragged from the sudden move.  Trent, mere inches inches
above her, didn’t answer.  The way he was looking at her made her
breathing ragged for a very different reason.
      "Trent?" she questioned breathlessly, a moment before his lips
touched hers.
      The kiss was warm and sweet, and abruptly interrupted by someone
clearing his throat.  Jen and Trent separated, and Trent helped Jen
to her feet.
      "Am I interrupting?" Carlos asked, grinning like a madman.
      Jen, embarrassed, flushed brightly.
      Trent, only a little less red, answered, "As usual."
      "I came to see if you guys wanted to go to lunch," Carlos offered.
"Your treat, of course."
      Trent grinned knowingly.  "Sorry, man, I have a class in twenty
minutes."
      Carlos groaned and looked imploringly at Jen, who couldn’t help
but laugh at his expresion.
      "Sorry, Carlos," Jen told him.  "I paid my rent yesterday.  I’m
broke."  Now that the subject had changed, her coloring started
returning to normal.
      Carlos groaned.  "It looks like I’m having leftovers for lunch."
      "Look at it this way, Carlos," Trent said.  "This way you don’t
owe us a lunch."
      Carlos’ outlook changed at Trent’s words.
      "That’s right," he grinned.  "I don’t owe you for lunch!"
      Trent’s eyes widened in surprise.  "I didn’t mean you don’t owe
me for the last--"
      "Gotta go!" Carlos said hurriedly, heading for the door before
Trent could stop him.  He turned back around and mothioned.  "You
two...carry on."  He was out the door a momentlater.
      Jen shook her head in amusement.
      "Amazing!" Trent groaned.  "He weaseled out of another one!"
Trent turned towards Jen, and his expression softened.
      "I’m sorry."
      "For what?" Jen asked, leaning back against the wall.  She
brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.  "For kissing me, or for
stopping?"
      "For not having done it soon--"
      Again, Trent was interrupted.
      "Jenna?"
      The voice startled both Jen and Trent, as neither had heard
anyone else enter Thunder Karate.  But the voice startled Jen more,
for she recognized it without even looking.  Only one person had ever
called her Jenna.
      "Billy?" she asked in disbelief, studying the face of the
handsome black-haired young man standing before her.  He looked a
couple of years older than she remembered, and a little slimmer, but
his eyes were the same warm grey they’d always been, and he still
made her heart race madly.  "What are you doing here?"
      "I was in the neighborhood, and I heard you were here," Billy
answered, as smoothly as ever.
      Jen, still stunned by Billy’s sudden appearance, jumped when
Trent cleared his throat.  He wasn’t liking the way Jen had paled
when she’d seen Billy.
      Remembering her manners and recovering her voice, Jen
introduced the men.  "Billy, this is my partner, Trent Malloy. Trent,
meet Billy Bowen.  He’s an old...friend."  The two men shook
hands, but neither smiled.
      Billy turned back to Jen, the smile returning to his face.
      "Can I buy you a cup of cocoa?"
      Trent noted the unusual request with dislike.  This guy knew of
Jen’s aversion to coffee, and Trent had only just learned about it.
He didn’t like the intimacy the offer implied, the intimacy
Billy’s eyes implied.
      Jen hesitated a moment before agreeing.  "I’ll meet you at C.D.’s
Bar and Grill in thirty minutes."
      "I know where that is," Billy said.  "I passed it on the way
here.  I’ll go and have your cocoa waiting."  He smiled at her again,
then turned and left Thunder Karate.
      Jen watched Billy leave, then she turned.  Trent was watching her
with a concerned expression.
      "What’s wrong?" she asked, still a little flustered over Billy’s
surprise visit.  Why was he here?  She didn’t know, but she’d find out
soon enough!
      "Are you all right?" Trent asked, noting that Jen’s color was
starting to return to normal.  "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."
      Although Trent had nailed her emotions, she laughed it off.
      "Don’t be silly, Trent," she told him.  "I was just surprised to
see Billy, that’s all."  Trent’s expression didn’t change.  "I’ll be
fine, Trent!"
      Trent would have answered back except a pair of his students
walked into Thunder Karate for class.
      Jen used the moment to grab her bag.
      "I’ll catch you later, Trent," Jen said, heading for the door.
      Trent opened his mouth to call her back, then stopped.  She was
going to do what she wanted to do, no matter what he told her.
Probably the exact opposite of anything he told her.  He just hoped
she’d be careful.

Go to Chapter 2

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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
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Here is the rest of my story. Enjoy!

~Harley~






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Ok well... here is my first fan fiction. Most of you already have it but to put
it in the archives (if it gets there) here is 2 parts of it. It is to big to
send as one file so... enjoy!!!

Harley



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Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com

Hi guys!

That didn't take very long, did it?  I forgot to mention, to send mail
to the list, the address is:

sotfiction@onelist.com

I can't wait until we get going!! : )

Jen


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Jen Smithers

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/2363/thunderkarate.html
Thunder Karate

In India, when people meet and part they often say "Namaste," which
means: "I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I
honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor
the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in
that place in me there is only one of us."  Ram Dass
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