CWG Week 5 Episode 5
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 contribution is below.
He’s Behind You – episode 5
“What the hell is that?” screamed Kelly.
“I don’t know, it’s… it’s… I don’t know!” replied Ben, frantically pushing the button on the lift controls. “Come on, come on!”
“Push the button! Push the button!” screamed Kelly.
“I am pushing the button!” yelled Ben.
The creature came closer. It was dark in the lobby – only the emergency lights were glowing, but Ben was certain this creature was not human.
Finally Ben’s efforts came to fruition and the doors slid closed. The lift began to rise.
Somewhere below Ben heard a rending sound as the lift doors in the lobby were ripped open.
Sharing My World Week 3
Cee over at Cee’s Photography blog has this cool challenge ever week where we get to share our world! She poses four questions every week and we answer them as humorously honestly as possible. Here is the cool badge.
Here are this week’s questions, along with my answers.
A New Patio
It’s Friday Fictioneers time, hosted as always by the lovely Rochelle. A hundred plus eager writers get together to offer their own interpretation on a photo in around 100 words, and this week the photo has been supplied by fellow Friday Fictioneererererer Björn Rudberg!
Other entries can be found by clicking here.
So, without further ado, here is my contribution to this week’s fun.
Copyright Björn Rudberg
Zeke’s sigh was lost in the rumble of the cement mixer. What a waste of time this was! They were out in the middle of nowhere. Anywhere would do, but his wife was a traditionalist. It has to be done the right way, she insisted. You always hide them under the patio, she argued.
He threw another dismembered corpse into the concrete and sighed again. They were perfectly alright where they were before, feeding the grape vines.
A flash of light caught his eye – sunlight glinting off binoculars far below in the valley.
Ah, lunch!
He reached for his hunting rifle.
CWG Week 4 – Behind Bars
This week for Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game we’ve been invited to write a companion piece to one of the stories we’ve written during weeks 1 to 3. Having already written “Jorge’s Story” from “Have You Seen Helen“, I’ve decided to write interviews from prison with two of the characters from “A Bloody Monday Morning“.
I’ve been really strapped for time this week so I’ve hammered this in quite quickly (being close to the deadline and all). I hope I haven’t accidentally introduced any continuity errors 😦
Other companion stories can be found here.
This is just a quick bit of fun (I didn’t want to miss out on a Chain Writing week). And so, without further ado, and with very little editing, I present to you “Jed and Charley – Behind Bars”!
The Constant River
It’s that time of the week again – Friday Fictioneers time!
Every week a bunch of us write 100 words (or thereabouts) in response to a photo prompt, which this week has been supplied by Erin Leary. The talented Rochelle is our host – why don’t you give it a go?
This week’s other entries can be found by clicking here.
This is something a bit different from me this week. There’s no humour and nobody dies horribly (sort of). I’m not sure I like it, it makes me melancholy. Hey ho 🙂
Copyright Erin Leary
The river flowed sluggishly through the lowland fields beneath the weak light of a watery sun. It had been birthed high in the mountains. It would become part of the great water.
In its travels it saw many things. Trees and grasslands. Mountains and plains. Four-legged beasts and man-things.
Its waters ran red now, red with the blood of many man-things upstream. The river cared little for such things. It was forever. It was constant.
The man-things were temporary. Inconsequential.
The river understood this as it flowed indifferent to Man’s inhumanity toward Man, continuing its long journey to the sea.
Sharing My World 1 and 2
I’ve noticed that recently I’ve posted pretty much just fiction, especially with the Chain Writing Game I’ve started to participate in. Maybe it’s time for something different, I thought, and just as I thought this I noticed that a few of my bloggy friends are doing this “Share Your World” thing, courtesy of Cee’s Photography blog. Thank you Cee!
It’s basically four questions to answer every week, and you can find out more than all you ever wanted to know about me!
I’m a bit behind. This is already week 2, so I’m going to do weeks 1 and 2 all in one. I know, a tall order. Nevertheless, I shall attempt it! I’ll try to be brief this week as I’m doing two at once. Maybe next time I will add some pictures.
CWG Week 3 Episode 15
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 third and final contribution!
Jenna lay on the grass, trembling. All around her stood the wolves, along with the strange man – wolf? – who had introduced himself as “In’ang’to”.
“What… what’s happening…I don’t understand…” she managed.
“Do not fear, sister. You are dazed – a side effect of your transportation here. You will remember in time.” He held out his hand.
Jenna took it hesitantly. What the hell was going on here?
“We will take you to a place of safety. Come.”
“Safety” – that word burned into her mind and she nodded.
“What about me?” called Jamie from the tree.
“Sorry!” called Jenna. “Survival, you know?”
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!
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