Created by militant partners in bead take-overs.

Have beads; will travel, and pillage, and otherwise raise raucous disturbances.

This, too, is a product of bead fairies who couldn't simply leave their E-mail messages alone. They just had to be politically incorrect. You see, bead fairies are not supervised by greater beings, so they can get away with a lot. But! this wouldn't be interactive if other people don't play along and humor the wayward creatures. That's why our visitors must feel welcome to participate in the evolution of this Soap Opera, Beads of Our Lives, by sending silly E-mail dialog to the bead fairies to make them giggle. If they giggle, they'll post the dialog to the on-going saga. Of course, people will have to keep coming back to visit to see what happens to our hapless heroes and heroines and all around bad guys.

Beads will take over the net.

Beads will march together, no matter what color, race or ethnicity!

The Bead underworld is waiting for its time to act.

Act! Act I say! Overrun those quilters! Overrun those needle pointers. Bead the world over. There's plenty to go around.

Meanwhile...(quiet hush) a gathering of Czech glass is preparing for a march for solidarity. (They haven't heard.)

Oh dear, the Venetian Glass Corps is also! Will the Czech and Venetian Corps clash in a mighty explosion? Tune in next time.

With beaded breath, she waits for the signal.

And the signal to ram straight down the line of foreign troops is given.

Bead plots abound.

The acrylics are supporting the glass beads with and oil spill! The Venetian and Czech glass have no hope! Will they simply surrender to the inevitable and humble themselves before their simple plain glass cousins?

And all this time the fashion police are busy consuming Chinese Turquoise donuts and know nothing of the insurrection forging on behind their backs. Never there when you need them.

Indeed, little did they know the " String up the Night" riot had begun! Watch out, you could be strung up next.

Above the din, one lone bead hears a strange flute. Is it? Could it be? She can only ope that the Peruvian beads come hurtling forth on their llamas to enter the fray, wishing their calming influence might make a difference.

" Charge!!!" came the cry from the hilltop: The Cavalry had arrived! The Peruvian beads and their Spanish llamas came crashing down into the fray, felling the invaders at every turn with their sharpened head pins! The intruders have no hope against the allies; they shall retreat; but to where in this strange land?....

Where else could the intruders retreat to but the floor! Rat-a-tat-tat. Crash! Tinkle. Tat-tat-tat. Splatter (this is how splatter beads were first created) clunk. Tinkle-tat-tat.

Will the day crew discover them and sweep them away? Or perhaps a worse fate...(shudder)...the vacuum cleaner. Dare to tune in tomorrow, for these...are the Beads of Our Lives.

Even in their shattered state, the intruders are trying to round up the strength for another charge, but shadowy figures seem to be gathering around the edges of the light. Who could they be? Faint glints of color could be seen as though through a haze. Suddenly, the color-lined seed beads burst into view, opening their clear coats to blind the intruders with their brilliant colors! However will they survive? .....

The Czechs and Venetians are in retreat, losing many of their numbers in the process, not even taking time to bury their dead. It was a pitiful sight really. Glass dust everywhere.

...Glass dust and numbers lay strewn about the field of battle. Alas, no great victories were won this day. The plain glass and Indian Silvers were left with a razed homeland, but at least it was theirs!

Who's that tittering in the background? A large breeze passes through, wafting glass dust for feet in strange swirls. This same fateful wind disturbs the long strands of the bead curtain hanging across the "Employees Only" doorway like an apathetic sentinel and it shivers with pleasure.

It's the crackle beads, snickering over the defeat of th Czechs and Venetians, now the lands of the plain glass and Indian Silvers were at their most vulnerable....

And the beads fell and the curtains blew,
And everyone knew,
The Maelstrom of beads was on its way!

And she is piisssed!

So watch out!

Mille Fiores, Maelstrom's long lost twin sister who was separated at birth and raised just outside an abandoned glass bead factory in Czechoslavakia, heard about the tragic defeat of her mighty comrades in a bead store across the sea, and is rushing to the site to lend a hand. Will she meet in battle with or against her sister about whom she knows nothing? Gasp. Gulp. Tune in to learn what happens next!

Mille Fiores hopes only to arrive in time to be of assistance to Maelstrom. She has long awaited an opportunity like this, and now her time to fight alongside her sisters has come! Mille stands tall and proud aboard the Amulet Princess as she cuts rapidly through the waves.

It was a dark, stormy night over the North Seas. The Amulet Princess was greatly challenged by the 10 ft waves and ferocious winds. So busy was her crew that they were completely unaware of the sinister ship skulking in her wake, waiting for its chance to strike. A French pirate ship, laden with African Trade beads and German wooden beads, skippered by the ruthless wholesale merchant, Sir Filigree, tracked Mille Fiores for miles and miles in the tempest.

Unbeknowst to Sir Filigree, one of his crew, hoping to barter for the hand of rhe ravishing Mille Fiori, smuggled Austrian Swarovski's aboard, hidden amongst the German wooden beads. In the pitch and roll of the 10 ft. seas, some of the cargo containers broke open, spilling their contents.

Did the Swarovski crystals spill? When the crew goes to check the damage they will illuminate the cargo hold with their soldering torches. Will the crystal brilliance light up the dark foreboding night sky, inevitably attracting the attention of all aboard the Amulet Princess?

While all the wars and on-board ship intrigues are going on, the Japanese are delicately infiltrating the rest of the world. They are quietly taking over the USA. The bead kingdom should beware.

Meanwhile, just outside Tucson, some Japanese seeds were being held hostage. Their delica complexions told of their foreign birth yet because of their size and shape they were being used for comanche stitched earrings. They hoped that by sitting quietly in straight lines they would soon be released to join their colleagues in an amulet purse but with each twist of the unsorted and unruly czech fringe they were sure their fate was sealed.

Aboard the Amulet Princess, Mille Fiori barely hears the yelling over the starboard side. As she looks over, she sees a small flat disk splashing in the waves. She quickly throws a rope of beggar beads overboard to the poor soldier. Once on board, Mille Fiori sees that it is one of Sir Filigree's men. Mille is frightened; this spacer had come to her to the nasty Filigree, who wants to have her! But, Private Spacer speaks. "Mille, I have come with this gift of a Swarovski necklace to ask for your hand in marriage." Will Mille accept? Will she forget her love, Rondel, the stable boy, back in Czechoslovakia? Tune in tomorrow, for as silk through a barrel, so are the Beads of Our Lives.

As Mille wandered through the devastated village, she looked into a dark alley where she noticed Rondel having some kind of confrontation with a Corrugated Teardrop who was Strung out and stoned! Mille screamed at Rondel to retreat but he was beadyond any help. Just as the Corrugated Teardrop flung his clasp at Rondel, Mille got in his way and was skinned down to her bottom layer where all could see her true colors. Tune in tomorrow for the stringalong conclusion to this episode of Beads of our Lives!

Every one stood aghast when they seen that Mille Fiores was truly an Indian Crow Bead in disguise. "Now!" she exclaimed "I have come to reclaim this sacred land and beading rites of my great ancestors so that the crow and seed beads can reign supreme!!!!!! (paragraph contributed by Beverly Coffey, ravyn@jaguar.dacc.cc.il.us)

And throughout the land, a cry was heard "to bead or not bead... that is not the question... rather how many hours in the day can I bead?" (from DragonWolfe@emozorosky@fwwlaw.com)

Tiny sobs could be heard from the dust-filled corner. Only a few years ago, they had enjoyed love and adoration and now were relegated to the cold and dark and competed with the cobwebs for space.
 Newer! Better! Brighter! All claims by the newcomers from Japan. Unmatched beauty they couldn't compete with. Their sparkle dimmed, their colors faded as their hearts were broken. They were only "glass seed beads"!!!(from Irish.Red@tlcnet.com)

But into the village road the magnificent Lampwork. She had been searching for years for the perfect background for her beauty, and when she saw the lowly glass seed beads, she knew her quest had ended. "Come" she intoned. "Come to me and surround me and show off my beauty, so that all may see my magnificence! Your humbleness will enhance my beauty, and all shall adore us, for tho I am beautiful without you, you shall make me even more beautiful in contrast, and you shall be useful again! And together we shall claim this broken land for our own and heal it with our magnificence!!" The glass seeds beads thought about it, and decided it was better than sitting in a dusty corner crying, so they agreed and surrounded the magnificent Lampwork, and they set forth together.(from stb@netpathway.com)

As she strode thru the next township showing off all her splender she saw a group of new beads, shiny, glitzy,sparkly beads of such brilliance! She decided to ask them where they were all going. They replied"To bead court, of course! " One of the old ugly 400 BC beads had made a terrible blunder. He had decided to clean himself up and get a polish job. That was grounds for 1000 years of solitude in a patch of desert outside of Quartzsite, Arizona. "Everyone will be attending the trial!" (from wildthings@volcano.net)

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