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Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple. We get up to 100 words to write a story in response to a photo, which this week was contributed by Madison Woods.
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Copyright Madison Woods
Intergalactic Telegram
TO: Gu’ukk Space Command
FROM: Scout Team Kralka’ak on Planet Earth
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observing humans while disguised as flying insects STOP still undetected STOP population releasing toxins into water and atmosphere STOP they kill each other STOP war rife STOP starvation widespread STOP today watched humans eating nutrition-free animal products STOP projecting population extinct planet dead two centuries STOP suggest further observation pointless STOP killing death destruction here STOP why don’t they just STOP
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MFTS – Trigger Happy
It’s time for Mondays Finish the Story, Barbara Beacham’s photo/opening sentence challenge. This week’s topic was suggested by J.A. at Living Authors Society. The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story below.
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Copyright B.W. Beacham
“Where did they go?”
“Don’t know,” replied Juan.
Pedro hefted his aged assault rifle. “I don’t like this. Everyone should be here. They said to come at once.”
“Perhaps the Iron Dogs killed them? They’ve always been jealous of our cartel’s success,” replied Juan.
They slipped closer, alert for any movement.
“Silent as the grave,” whispered Juan as they approached.
“I hope ‘grave’ is not an apt choice of words, my friend.”
The pair entered the open courtyard, trigger fingers twitching. Suddenly there was movement all around as yelling shapes jumped out of the shadows.
“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTH…”
Taken completely by surprise, the pair’s combat training took over.
“RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT!”
Bullets flew, blood sprayed in a red mist, bodies blew apart. In seconds it was over.
“Oh, shit,” said Juan, as a bullet-ridden banner proclaiming “Happy Birthday, Juan!” fluttered sadly to the ground.
Pedro picked his way through the carnage of Juan’s family to a trestle table. “Happy birthday, man. Cake?”
Sharing My World 2015 Week 31
Here is my Sharing of my World courtesy of Cee at her photography blog.
Would you rather take pictures or be in pictures?
Take pictures, for sure. Sometimes someone will get a shot of me – to avoid a picture at a Christmas party when I’m sitting at the table is tricky, but I usually manage to look the other way or turn around just before the flash goes off.
It’s not like I believe the picture’s going to steal my soul or anything! But it might be going to steal my soul though :-(.
Where do you like to vacation?
Usually at home. There are so many lovely places to go and see. I occasionally go away. Well, very occasionally. It’s more fun going away on holiday with someone else.
If you had to describe your day as a traffic sign, what would it be?
Uneven road ahead!
List at least five favourite first names.
- Chad and Brad, obviously 🙂
- Tarquin heh heh
- Samantha
- Stephanie
- Charlotte
- Scarlett
Okay, I don’t really have favourite “names”. I see a girl I like, then like the name by proxy :-).
Literary Lion – Lord of the Dance
Here is my contribution to Laura’s Literary Lion prompt. I had one for last week (“water”) but it was complete pants quite frankly, and I didn’t have time to make it less pants :-).
This week’s prompt word, kindly supplied by the Literary Lion, is “dance”.
The picture I have used was taken from The Guardian, but the same picture was on multiple websites so it’s likely a publicity shot (from “Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell”) and owned by the BBC.
Mirabelle whirled amongst the dancers, her feet a blur. Her head swam and her heart pounded as she swirled around and around the Hall.
The Lord had wooed her, told her she was pretty and invited her to the Hall. For a poor peasant girl, this was a dream come true!
No longer.
The Lord of the Dance watched the mass of unwilling dancers with an appraising eye. As one flagged, he moved in and touched their shoulder. A moment of agonising pain and then, magically revitalised, they would dance renewed. But each time, the renewal faded more quickly. Mirabelle had witnessed the end of the cycle – a girl spasming, helpless on the floor, froth pouring from her mouth. The Lord, uncaring, stepping over to snap her neck.
This would be Mirabelle’s fate – already she had danced… two weeks? Three? How was she to keep time in this nightmare? As she whirled, she longed for death, an end to this travesty of joyful dance. She no longer cared, just wanted this to end.
Garett, concealed on the balcony above, watched the dance, horror reflected in his eyes. He’d long suspected that the Lord of the Dance was of the Elder Folk. He’d known The Lord was cruel, but this?
It was too late for his beloved. He’d watched the Lord snap his darling Jenna’s neck when he had no more use for her.
She would be the last, he determined. Holding the Medallion of Akros in one hand and raising the other above his head, he drew a deep breath, ran over the spell one last time, and began to chant.
Friday Fictioneers – Tapping the Core
Here is my contribution to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers for this week, in which we get a photo prompt and then 100 words to write the story. This week’s photo was contributed by Madison Woods.
This week’s photo shows the moon high above. OR DOES IT? You’ll have to use your imagination to see what I first saw :-).
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Copyright Madison Woods
“A new form of energy,” they’d said. “Clean, limitless. A New World.”
It’s a new world, all right, thought Simon. He and Amy were the only two left; all the others had fled.
“We should go too,” Amy said, shaking.
“Go? Where?” was his reply.
And so he and Amy stood staring down the smoky vegetation-lined shaft at the Earth’s burning core far below. Tapping the core for energy had seemed such a wonderful idea, but like a child playing with a chainsaw they had no idea of the power they were unleashing.
Another hour, and the Earth would burn.
MFTS – All Drugged Up
Here is my story for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story – 150 words, a photo and a starting sentence (which is in bold in my story).
I really needed a ton more words for this one but hey ho.
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Copyright B.W. Beacham
The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.
The pile of bodies in the corner attested to the fact that “deadly” was well-earned. It could be so difficult to get the correct dosage.
However, their current subject didn’t appear at all fazed by his current situation, strapped to a chair as he was. In fact, he appeared to be quite enjoying himself.
“Dude, I can see rainbows! This is some crazy shit!”
“Three times lethal dose and it’s barely touched him!” muttered one of the thugs.
“Talk, Bradley!” shouted the other.
“I told you, dude, it’s Brad. Hey, unicorns!”
Meanwhile, in the corner, Chad shifted position. His ever-present joint had easily burned through the rope binding him.
“Hey, dudes, it’s my turn!” he announced. As the thugs charged him, he exhaled, breathing a cloud of “Chad and Brad’s special mix” right in their faces. The thugs collapsed and Chad and Brad wandered off, arms full of deadly nightshade. Happy times tonight!
* Note: Chad and Brad are professionals. Nightshade is not to be consumed!
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