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CWG Week 7 Episode 5
It’s week 7 of Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game, and this week we see Hugh escaping from an “inescapable” prison (and the noose)! Will he get out? Where will he go?
Catch up with the story by clicking on the little blue froggy. My first contribution is below.
Hugh knew how lucky he’d been, getting assigned to this cell. According to the plans he’d found, there were only three cells in the prison which backed onto the old sewerage system, this being one.
It had taken him months to work the mortar from between the concrete blocks, using careful modifications to his prison-issue toothbrush. Though his teeth were now rotting, he was out of his cell!
He lingered a moment, hearing Kurt and Jack panicking in his cell and smiled. Maybe they’d get fired. Scum.
Hugh crawled down the cramped tunnel, taking the turnings he’d memorised from the plans.
CWG Week 6 Episode 27
Here we are at week 6 of Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game! This week, Jadir has left the safety of his village and ventured over The Wall. What will he find?
Catch up with the story by clicking on the little blue froggy. My third contribution is below.
Jadir watched as the ships disintegrated. One of them, spewing black smoke, spun overhead, skipped off the top of the remains of the Wall and hurtled towards the fleeing figures of Camilla and Hamis. Jadir turned his back on the scene.
“What now?” he asked Eliya.
Eliya was staring at his eyes, the bright blue glow slowly fading.
“You truly are the chosen one!”
“Did you ever doubt it? What’s next? Let’s finish this.”
“This way,” replied Eliya, still awed. “Over that hill,” she pointed south, “is the fortress of the Ezreet. We finish this now.”
CWG Week 6 Episode 18
Here we are at week 6 of Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game! This week, Jadir has left the safety of his village and ventured over The Wall. What will he find?
Catch up with the story by clicking on the little blue froggy. My second contribution is below.
(Heh heh – I hope this is OK, I hit “publish” instead of “preview”. You should have heard me swearing 🙂 )
“You are the one. The ancient texts spoke of your coming. The Ezreet will fall at last – this is your destiny!”
“Destiny? I just wanted to see what was on the other side of the wall. This is too much!” Jadir turned and ran back the way they had come.
“Wait!” shouted Eliya, chasing after him.
Jadir ran out of the cave to be confronted by a Terror Bird – it screeched and attacked. Jadir screamed, thrusting his hands out and watched, incredulous, as bolts of light shot from his fingers. The Terror Bird disintegrated with an astonished squawk.
“Now you understand,” said Eliya.
Storybook Corner – Baptism of Fire
This is a little story written for Adam Ickes‘ “Storybook Corner” – a 300-500 word monthly photo prompt. (Quick post-publish update – apparently this is my 200th post. Yay!)
No, that isn’t the photo – the photo is below. Be warned – my story is rather melancholy and dark and not in a funny way, but the photo is of a grave stone, after all.
You can read other submissions this month by clicking the little blue froggy. The prompt is open for a couple of weeks yet, so there’s still time to join in!
John sat on a pile of rocks, his shocked eyes staring at the carnage below. He felt numb, his brain unable to process the events of the last few hours. He reached into his jacket and fished out his pipes, his comfort, and put them to his lips. A mournful air sounded over the blood-drenched field.
It was to have been glorious! He had volunteered and presented himself at the local training camp along with Jed, his childhood friend. They had grown up together, always done everything together. It had seemed natural that they should embark upon this great adventure together.
They had been given a uniform, a sword, a musket and a hot meal. Then the training had begun. Musket first, then draw your sword. Defend yourself and the person on your right. Parry, thrust, one step forward, parry, thrust, one step forward. Hold the line. It all seemed so easy!
It hadn’t been that way at all. The moment battle was joined, everything had fallen apart. The air filled with acrid musket smoke, so thick he couldn’t see. Screams and the clashing of swords filled his head so that he couldn’t think. He tried to parry, thrust, step forward. He tried to hold the line, but all was chaos. He tried to defend the person on his right, but there was no-one there. Had they become separated, or was he dead? John didn’t know.
Though only a few minutes, it felt to John as if this carnage had lasted days. Shock at the terrible reality of battle replaced all coherent thought. He stumbled around as men screamed and fell. His sword, still unused, hung limply in his hand as he staggered left and right.
A figure appeared out of the smoke. Numbly John slashed his sword top to bottom as he’d been taught, feeling it cut through flesh. The smoke cleared for a moment, long enough for him to see Jed’s eyes open wide in shock as John’s sword sliced him open.
“I… couldn’t see, I… didn’t know,… I’m sorry, oh, Jed,” gasped John as Jed fell. John fell with him, cradling his friend’s head, sobbing.
John had awoken hours later, in a daze. The smoke had cleared, Everything was quiet. And now he sat numbly on a pile of rocks, playing his pipes.
He was only dimly aware of the approach of others. Friend or foe? He no longer cared. The song was cut short and the pipes tumbled down the rocks onto the blood-soaked grass as a sword sliced into his back and exited his chest.
His final thought as darkness fell – please don’t leave me here. Mark my grave. Remember me.
CWG Week 6 Episode 9
Here we are at week 6 of Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game! This week, Jadir has left the safety of his village and ventured over The Wall. What will he find?
Catch up with the story by clicking on the little blue froggy. My first contribution is below.
Jadir edged closer to the rope ladder and looked up to see a woman looking down at him. She was gesticulating, urging him to climb out of the pit, while keeping a wary eye on the two predators.
Jadir began to climb. As he reached the top he felt warm liquid spray across his back – the bear had ripped the bird’s head off, and was now moving toward the girl. She fished in a belt pouch and threw powder into the bear’s face. It gave a surprised growl, spun around and ran into a tree.
Jadir and the girl ran off through the woods.
The Crossing
I seem to be posting an awful lot this week, but I stumbled across Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction challenge and thought I’d give it a go.
You can view all the other entries here.
The prompt word for this week is: FROZEN.
The white-tailed rabbit watched anxiously as her babies hopped one by one across the strip of land. It had taken some persuasion – the hard ground felt foreign to their paws, but it bisected their feeding ground and had to be crossed.
Breathing a sigh of relief as the little ones reached safety, she hopped out of the bushes and began her own crossing. As she reached the half-way point, she felt a tremor and heard a deafening rumble. Frozen in terror, she watched the lights coming closer, closer…
Two For Dinner
A number of people I follow have been taking part in the Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. I was happy just reading their stories, but then I started to wonder what I might write if I were to give it a go. Then a story accidentally wrote itself in my head, so I typed it in when I got home and here it is!
The stories should be 100-200 words – I managed to sneak mine in at 199. Phew!
To read the other stories written for this photo, click on the little blue thingy below.
Samuel gazed at the scene before him in awe. A bridge arched gracefully over a cascading waterfall, which sent a fine mist into the air to sparkle in the sun, creating the most stunning mini-rainbows. Lush, green trees grew on either side and a wide expanse of grass stretched down to the water’s edge.
He thought of Lucy’s wide, innocent blue eyes, her glossy raven-black hair, her ready smile. He imagined the scene before him under the moonlight. He would led her gently to the water’s edge, sink to his knees before her…
Walking down into the shadow of the bridge, he took the ring out of his pocket, and smiled.
His phone rang. Annoyed by the intrusion, he answered it when he saw the caller’s name.
“Yes, Mother. I’ve found the perfect spot to propose. Tonight, Mother, I’ll ask her tonight!”
Still smiling, he put the ring back in his pocket and walked away.
A sound came from under the bridge.
“He’s getting away! Come on!” came a gruff voice.
“Wait! Didn’t you hear? He’s coming back tonight – with a friend,” came a second.
“So?”
“So… why have one for lunch when you can have two for dinner?”
Workshop at the End of the World
It’s Friday Fictioneers again! Doesn’t time fly? Hosted as always by Rochelle, a bunch of us get together to write roughly 100 words to a photo prompt, supplied this week by Claire Fuller – thanks Claire!
I had a spot of bother with this one. I toyed with a couple of ideas but none of them seemed to work, or were based on visual gags. I finally fell back on old faithful – post-apocalypse. Last year I was obsessed with slaughtering people, this year it’s the end of the world. Just once I’d like to write a rom-com.
I also had major words count issues so it doesn’t flow as nicely as I’d hoped, but that’s the challenge, isn’t it?
You can view other people’s entries here – have a read!
Copyright Claire Fuller
Zed knew the structure to be a workshop – he had a stash of old books and had seen pictures. He had even deciphered some of the scribbles.
Inside he could see… machines? lying dormant. They would ever be so. They needed sparkfire to run, he remembered, and the knowledge to harness this was lost in time.
He gazed at the scribbles over the entrance. “No… smok-ing” he sounded out. Why would one wish to catch fire inside to require such a command, he pondered? Chuckling, he went in out of the sun, took a seat and lit his favourite pipe.
CWG Week 5 Episode 25
It’s week 5 of Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game! This week sounded like a budding romance, but it didn’t take long for everything to go horribly wrong.
Catch up with the story by clicking on the little blue froggy. My third contribution is below.
He’s Behind You – episode 25
“Uncle Victor? It’s me, Ben.”
“Ben? How are you, my boy? How’s your mum?” came the reply.
“I’m not so good, Uncle. I’m at work and there are these Botanical Industrial Units…”
“Biological Infiltration Units? I didn’t know you were cleared.”
“They’re loose,” continued Ben. “They’re trying to kill…”
“Give me that!” snapped Kelly, switching to speaker-phone. “Victor? We need to reach the kill switch. People are dying.”
“Excellent!” chortled Victor. “They work, then.”
“Please, Uncle!” shouted Ben.
“The building is sealed. This is an excellent test!”
“Not any more,” said Kelly. “We broke a window.”
“What?” screamed Victor. “Okay. Here’s what you need to do.”
CWG Week 5 Episode 15
It’s week 5 of Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game! This week sounded like a budding romance, but it didn’t take long for everything to go horribly wrong.
Catch up with the story by clicking on the little blue froggy. My second contribution is below.
He’s Behind You – episode 15
“Any clue how we’re getting out of here, honey?” asked Ben.
“Excuse me?” growled Kelly.
“Um, Kelly, I meant.”
“Out the window,” she replied. “We’ll slip along the ledge and down the fire escape, it’s only two offices over.”
Kelly grabbed a chair and threw it, smashing the window. Cold air rushed in as she swung herself out, looking back at Ben and holding out her hand.
“Um, out the window?” asked Ben.
“Yes. Problem?”
“I’m not great with heights,” mumbled Ben. To accentuate his point he broke wind again. Kelly rolled her eyes.
Three of the creatures smashed through the door.
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