October 12, 2014
Hi!
Wow, what a week in
TV. The Flash and Arrow premieres rocked pretty much the
whole week. I'm all caught up on Haven,
Sleepy Hollow, and Agents of SHIELD. Sons of Anarchy had a solid episode and The Walking Dead premieres tonight!!
YAY!
The cast of Bitten went to the New York Comic Con
and images and interviews are lining up on my Tumblr dashboard. I also got my
season one DVDs this week. Rewatch ahoy!
Thinking it's a
good time to dust of my recap blog and get back doing Arrow and Bitten recaps,
along with maybe a weekly roundup to include The Flash. I may also vent my frustration with the new series of Doctor Who… or not. Who knows. LOL
Tonight's post is
from Rumpled and Worn, a twisted
retelling of the Rumplestilskin tale.
Here's the tagline:
Lindie Lands strikes a deal with the Rumpleman—keep her
crazy stalker at bay and she'll hand over the first man she falls for. But when
she finally finds a lasting love with Cole Darrington, she's not willing to
give him up and together they outsmart the Rumpleman.
And a preview snippet…
Lindie tore down the alley and
skittered to a halt. Shit. Trapped. She glanced around, looking for an outlet
or an opening between buildings. Heart racing, she listened for the sound of
footsteps, and sure enough, they drew nearer.
"Dammit, Lindie. Why didn't
you check for dead ends?" She chastised herself and made a dash for the
dumpster behind an Asian restaurant.
Maybe if she ducked down low and
squeezed into the dark corner, her stalker would think she'd kept going down
the street.
The footfalls slowed, pausing at
the entrance to the alley. Lindie took what she hoped were shallow breaths, but
her heartbeat pounded so loudly in her ears she couldn't tell.
Bony fingers wrapped around her
wrist and only jamming her hand in her mouth kept her from screaming out loud.
Lindie jerked away from a tiny man whose eyes showed more fear than menace. He
made a shushing sound and motioned for her to crawl through a narrow opening
into the building the trash container butted up against. With little choice—her
stalker had entered the alley—she wriggled through the gap and tumbled
downward, striking her knees on a hard concrete floor. Her rescuer reached
upward will a long dowel rod and flipped a heavy tarp over the space.
Lindie scrambled backwards,
fearing he might strike her with the wood.
He frowned and shook his head.
"You have nothing to fear from me, dearie." He wobbled over toward a
small workbench and plopped down on a three-legged stool. "You looked like
you need a bit of help."
She blew out a relieved sigh.
"I do thank you." She glanced up at the heavy fabric and kept her
voice low. "I have a stalker and the guy won't leave me alone. I've tried
everything to ward him off." She counted on her fingers. "Ignoring
him didn't work. A temporary restraining order has done nothing and short of
having my own protection squad, I can't think of what else I can do." She
stopped for a moment. "But I can't, no won't, let him keep me from going
to work and living life."
The tiny, old man tsked.
"You've got yourself a mighty big problem, miss." He cocked his head
sideways. "I might be able to offer some assistance."
Lindie had no idea what he
thought he could do, but asked anyway. "Really, how?"
I love taking an
established story and putting my own spin on it. This one is very fun to dive
into.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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