Category: Potato Moon

Meanwhile, in Europe, a small boy was born. Unfortunately, that didn’t help Woeisme since was she currently was hanging upside down outside Jakob’s kitchen window.

Woeisme didn’t have any tracking ability. Bela was simply a terrible driver and had left a pretty clear trail of destruction in her SUV. Finding it parked in the radish bed outside of Jakob’s house, Woeisme heard voices from inside. Using the “Spider-Man’s Completely Safe Wall Crawling For Kids” play-set she got for her 4th/16th birthday, she scrambled up the side of Jakob’s house, and, with an exaggerated flourish that would send Michael Bay’s heart a-twitter, she dangled upside down outside the kitchen window, listening.

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“What?” Bela couldn’t believe it, she couldn’t believe that when she had come to Jakob in her vulnerability that he would ask not about her but about her daughter.

Immediately Jakob knew he had made a mistake as Bela’s face, being the face of a human and not that of a vampire, betrayed her emotions. For she was a human, a human in love with a vampire, but she was also a human who was supernaturally bi-curious about a werewolf.

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At midnight the next evening, thunder boomed, nearly drowning out a timid knock on the door.

Jakob was sitting in the kitchen and practicing his russet carving skills. Bela’s rejection had shaken him so that he dared not risk another true potato under his untalented blade. Instead he was practicing on marble. It was far easier to carve Bela’s beauteous countenance in the cool stone, but it was the potato that would truly show the lengths he would go to love Bela (until, of course, Woeisme reached a legal age).

But the knock, it was faint, but truly there! Jakob put his carving tools away and went to answer the door.

There stood Bela, soaked to the bone, tears spilling down her cheeks like the raindrops falling down from the sky. In fact, it was only the redness of Bela’s eyes and Jakob’s keen senses that told him she’d been crying at all.

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As the sounds of Madonna’s Vogue drifted out from inside Sullen Manor,
Edwood shifted his position to strike another sculpture-like pose.
This allowed him to see the potato still grasped in Bela’s
aluminum-foil-jacket-like grip.

“What is that?” he asked in a voice which audibly sparkled in the dim light.

“Oh, just a tuber that Jakob carved to try to look like me.”

“So it’s a YouTuber?”

Even Edwood’s horrible puns seemed to Bela to sparkle.

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Note from PAD: David Oakes currently holds the land speed record for Potato Moon, turning in his contribution less than four hours after getting the call.

Lost.

Lost.

Lost.

Emotionally crushed by Edwood’s indifference, Jakob was thrown under the bus
of time and into the memory of his experiences on the island. When he was
completely isolated. Totally and utterly alone. With no one around to
understand his absolutely unique and inconsolable solitude.

Well, except for the village. But he had good reasons to never talk to
them. In fact he was sure there was as many as six.

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PAD here. Ten entries since last Friday, so we’re ahead of the curve. Congrats to all contributors for a smooth first week.

Jakob’s pants burst into flame. He thought of how this was the perfect metaphor for his feelings for Bela. He made a mental note to write it down in his journal later. Then he remembered the that flames weren’t metaphorical and started screaming.

A cold foam sprayed over Jakob’s body. The freezing sensation reminded him of the cold showers he took several times a day to calm his flaming libido, tame his unbridled heart, and sooth his incessant athlete’s foot. When the mist cleared the flames on his pants were gone and Edwood stood petulantly before him holding an equally petulant fire extinguisher.

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“Handle you?” Bela’s eyes seemed then to mist over, and he stared at her, puzzled. “Your heat,” she said, and he swore she was panting now, like an overeager werewolf cub after too much rough and tumble – no, he thought, don’t think tumble, don’t think, but I am thinking it! he thought dramatically, a tumble amongst the King Edwards with–

With a gasp, he dragged his thoughts away from his desires – that similarity to the hated name! He growled and hunched and drew closer to Bela again. “What were you saying?”

“Your heat,” she whispered throatily, and then she emitted a small, delicate cough that made him tremble in places he had never known could tremble, at least outside of tremors in the earth and a mouthful of a particularly rank kind of Jimson weed that werewolves would eat when they needed to get more into their werewolfish spaces, or purge to maintain their slim, muscled shapes. Bela waved a delicate hand delicately before her face. “Your heat,” she said a third time. “You’re so hot it’s making you steam.”

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