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CWG Week 3 Episode 11
Welcome to the the Chain Writing Game Week 3, hosted by Kerrie Ann Salsac. This week’s story is called “A Bloody Monday Morning”. Here is my second contribution!
“What’s that sound?” Jenna had stopped sobbing and was looking toward the back of the cave. It was a kind of scratching, skittering noise.
“I don’t know. This is new,” replied Jamie. “Maybe we should…” she continued, gesturing toward the cave mouth. Jenna stood and scurried over to her.
“Does it look to you like the cave floor is moving?” whispered Jenna.
“That’s not the floor! Run!”
The girls raced out of the cave into the teeth of the approaching storm. Behind them a wave of tiny creatures boiled from the cave.
Ahead of them, a twister began to form.
CWG Week 3 Episode 5
Welcome to the the Chain Writing Game Week 3, hosted by Kerrie Ann Salsac. This week’s story is called “A Bloody Monday Morning”.
Jenna looked at the new arrival.
“He? Who’s he? Where am I? What’s going…”
“Shush!” whispered the new arrival. “Time to talk later. We need to get out of the open.”
“But…” began Jenna, but the woman was already moving off. Jenna followed, picking at the sliver tattoo.
“Leave it alone!” snapped the woman, glancing back. “You don’t want to mess with that, trust me!”
But could Jenna trust this woman? She had no real choice, she guessed. At least she seemed to have an idea as to what was going on. Determining to keep her wits about her, she followed.
Jorge’s Story
Welcome to “Jorge’s Story”. Jorge was a character in our latest Chain Writing Game – “Have You Seen Helen?”, hosted by the talented Kerrie Ann Salsac with multiple authors taking part. You can read the whole story here and even download the compilation! Obviously there is some crossover with “Have You Seen Helen” – my thanks go to all the amazing authors who made this possible and to the following for contributing to the scenes containing Jorge which I have drawn upon (and plagiarised some of the dialogue):
I got to wondering about Jorge. The last time we saw him, he’d been shot in the shoulder and had his shin shattered by a Harley motorbike.
Where did he come from? How did he get to this point? What happened to him? Is he really the unluckiest person alive? And most importantly, what is his pain threshold (pretty high as it turns out)?
This little story fills in the blanks. It’s not too gruesome, but small children should not read! It’s more a story of ever-increasing disasters and ridiculousness. I didn’t spend much time editing it, but it’s just a bit of fun 🙂 . Let the mayhem ensue!
No Smoking
It’s that time of the week again – Friday Fictioneers time (regardless of the fact that it’s not Friday – boo 😦 ). Hosted by the amazingly talented Rochelle, a bunch of us get together to write a (roughly) 100 word story in response to a photo, which this week comes to us courtesy of Dawn Q. Landau.
To read everyone else’s amazing contributions, click here!
I’m in an odd mood this week. I’m not sure if my story is funny or tragic. I suspect it’s tragic but I find it quite amusing. I wonder if I need to seek professional help?
Maybe you should judge for yourselves…
Copyright Dawn Q. Landau
“No Smoking” in the gunpowder store was a given, but Samuel had been doing this job for ten years and he’d never had an accident. The cigarette dropped to the floor as he fell asleep.
The whole top of the mountain blew off.
Newlyweds Sally and Jeff walked hand-in-hand along the beach.
“Is it me or is it getting darker?”
“I think it is. I hope it doesn’t rain.”
“Me too. What’s that whooshing sound?”
The remains of the gunpowder store drove their mangled bodies into the sand. It’s still there to this day. So are Sally and Jeff.
The Chain Writing Game Week 2 Episode 17
Here is another instalment to Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game.
Have You Seen My Wife? – episode 17
The Harley roared to life, and Dennis heard raised voices behind him as he sped off. In his rear-view he could see a crowd of leather-clad bikers pouring out of the bar, heading toward their bikes.
A yell from Trixie pulled his attention back to the road in front of him. He was passing the alley and Jorge was stumbling out, one arm hanging uselessly, blood dripping onto the pavement. Dennis swerved, clipping Jorge’s leg, shattering his shin. Jorge went down.
As Dennis accelerated away, his rear-view revealed police cruisers appearing behind the bikers. He gritted his teeth and accelerated.
A Belated Farewell to 2013
We’re already well into 2014 and I still haven’t said a proper goodbye to 2013.
Goodbye 2013!
There we go.
As I left work on New Year’s Eve I saw a beautiful rainbow arcing over the buildings, a fitting end to the year. Quick as a flash, I whipped out my phone and snapped a photo.
Alas, my trusty phone camera let me down 😦 . It’s all a bit washed out.
A beautiful rainbow, ruined by my stupid phone camera.
But never fear! I own an expensive and sophisticated set of filters incorporated into cutting-edge image processing software. I have brought all of this to bear on the problem – I hope you’ll appreciate the result below!
There, that’s better. Possibly the pot of gold wasn’t there originally.
Thanks to modern technology, you can now view the beautiful rainbow in all its awe-inspiring glory.
On the blogging front, I thought it might be fun to view my “all-time” visitor stats. You can see where I started to take it seriously, and then in the second half of last year I did some Daily Prompts and began writing Friday Fictioneers submissions, among other things. Things really took off, I started following lots of really cool blogs and I “met” a great bunch of people!
Now I have started participating in Kerrie Salsac’s brilliant new Chain Writing Game, so the only way is up (potentially)!
Here’s to 2014, and a huge thank you to everybody who takes the time to read, comment on and like my posts 🙂 .
Chain Writing Game Week 2 Episode 12
Welcome to the the Chain Writing Game number 2, hosted by the lovely Kerrie Ann Salsac.
This week’s game is called “Have you Seen my Wife?”
Have You Seen My Wife – Episode 12
Back in the alley, Dennis took a drag on the cigarette.
“I’m just looking for my wife!” he gasped, and began coughing. Trixie looked at him critically and took the cigarette away from him.
“Hey! I was…” exclaimed Dennis, cutting himself off as a large blond-haired man appeared at the far end of the alley.
“Oy, Trixie’s my girl!” shouted the new arrival. “You want rough, you pay extra or I cut you!” He was wielding a wicked-looking knife.
“Jorge?” asked Dennis. Trixie nodded, her eyes widening as Dennis pointed the gun at Jorge.
“Freeze, pimp scum!” he yelled.
Look At Me!
Smashing – it’s time for the first Friday Fictioneers of 2014! Rochelle is our host, and this week’s photo has been supplied by her daughter-in-law!
How did the doggy get up there?
All the other amazing entries can be viewed here.
As a special “treat” since it is the first Fictioneers of 2014, I have popped one of my infamous DraliDoodles at the end so that you can all gaze in awe1 at my amazing2 artistic skills3.
Notes:
1 – “awe” is an unlikely emotion when viewing DraliDoodles
2 – “amazing” is an incorrect term when used to describe DraliDoodles
3 – “skills” – this word has been used incorrectly in this instance
Copyright – Rochelle’s daughter-in-law
Look at me! Look at me! I am at the top of the tree, oh yes. On top of the world!
Ruler of the planet! Bwahahaha!
Gaze upon me from the ground far below, tiny human child, for I am supreme! I cast my eye over the whole of creation, and I shall rule it all. The grass, the trees, the humans, my fellow canines – all will bow down and pay homage to me!
I am King of the… wait, what’s the female human bringing out? Are those… dog treats? Oh boy! Make way, coming down! Clear the way! Woof!
“Look at me!”, a DraliDoodles special edition for Friday Fictioneers
Chain Writing Game Episode 28
After a couple of hard days at work I finally have the chance to add my last instalment to Kerrie Salsac’s amazing and fun chain writing novelette!
To catch up with the story, take a look here!
I’m thinking Cindy needs a bit of a help here.
Back at the not-so-safe house, Cindy flicked “accept” on Mac’s phone, while thumbing down the volume and slipping it into her pocket. She needed to be heard without alerting Aadila, who still waved the gun threateningly at her. She could only hope that whoever was calling Mac was on her side.
“Like I said, Aadila, kill me and this ‘Signor Giuliani’ won’t be pleased.”
Moving to cradle Mac’s head, she felt the butt of the gun taped to his back, just below the nape of his neck.
Mac looked into Cindy’s eyes and nodded slightly. Her hand closed on the pistol’s grip.
Chain Writing Episode 15
Here is my next instalment for Kerrie Salsac’s excellent chain writing game.
A fairly obvious plot twist, but now it’s decision time for Cindy!
To catch up on the story so far, click here (I don’t know how to make the little froggie work 😦 ).
Cindy dropped onto the mossy ground outside the window and turned to help Aadila, who slipped, hitting the ground hard.
“What is it, are you alright?” whispered Cindy.
“My ankle,” sobbed Aadila.
“Probably just sprained. Can you walk? We must get away from here.”
Aadila stood painfully – she could walk, but Cindy realised she would need help.
“Lean on me,” she said and they headed away from the house.
A woman’s sob echoed from an upstairs window. Cindy looked askance at Aadila.
“There are others. But we must escape! Please, I cannot walk unaided!”
Cindy looked at Aadila, then back at the house.
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