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 đŠ ).
Cindy dropped onto the mossy ground outside the window and turned to help Aadila, who slipped, hitting the ground hard.
âWhat is it, are you alright?â whispered Cindy.
âMy ankle,â sobbed Aadila.
âProbably just sprained. Can you walk? We must get away from here.â
Aadila stood painfully â she could walk, but Cindy realised she would need help.
âLean on me,â she said and they headed away from the house.
A womanâs sob echoed from an upstairs window. Cindy looked askance at Aadila.
âThere are others. But we must escape! Please, I cannot walk unaided!â
Cindy looked at Aadila, then back at the house.
Chain-Writing-The Last Day-Episode-5
Here is my addition to Kerrie Ann Salsac’s chain writing novel thingummy!
This is episode 5 – you will need to check out the rest of the story here to see what has happened so far!
Cindy considered her options. Miss her opportunity to leave quickly and quietly â Jemima could be back any second and she wouldnât be alone. Or she could allow this handsome young man to drive her.
Sheâd always been told to be careful, but this young man, this Charles, seemed safe enough. She slipped into his shiny new BMW and as they peeled away, she laughed.
âI havenât told you where Iâm going!â
âThatâs immaterial,â replied Charles, his smile suddenly cold, humourless. âI know where Iâm going, and youâre coming with me.â
A cold fear swept over Cindy as she realised she couldnât move.
Broken World
Hello one and all – I hope you all had a wonderful holiday time! However, the holidays can’t hold back Friday Fictioneers which, as always, is hosted by Rochelle. Today’s striking photo was supplied by fellow Fictioneerer Douglas M MacIlroy.
If you would like to join in, click above for Rochelle’s site. You can also view all the entries (updated during the week) here.
Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy
The high-intensity beams shone out like the eyes of some fantastical creature. The towerâs atomic cells had powered the lights for centuries, as they would for centuries more.
The beams cast eerie shadows across the endless miles of desolation, legacy of the mismanagement of the latter decades of the twenty-first century. The light glinted off rivers running thick with toxins, flowing through empty miles dotted with the petrified remains of vegetation. The sunâs rays, no longer attenuated by ozone, had bleached the skeletons white.
Above it all the tower stood guardian over a poisoned world, mute testimony to the folly of Man.
Happy Holidays!
It’s nearly Christmas! Woohoo!
I’ve switched on the snow on my blog, so it must be nearly here.
Join with me, if you will, in appreciating the most awesome Christmas rhyme of all time…
“‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
except… the four assholes coming in the rear in standard two-by-two cover formation.”
…taken from the most awesome Christmas film of all time!
Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho.
Well, it’s set at Christmas time anyway. So tuck yourself up on the sofa with drinks and snacks and enjoy an evening of mayhem with Bruce!
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to everyone đ
[Copyright note: Die Hard theatrical poster taken from Wikipedia, in which it strongly implies “fair use” when using the whole image to describe the film (copyright is believed to belong to the distributor of the film, the publisher of the film or the graphic artist).]
Unexpected but Welcome!
This is a little round-up of award nominations I have recently received. I’m also using it as a shameless plug for a bunch of my posts, so let’s dive straight in!
First off, fun with the Blog of the Year Award 2013 (my original post on this along with all the rules, my nominations and all the rest is here). The lovely and talented gentlestitches awarded me a star! I’m pretty sure I got another one along the way as well (!) so that makes a total of 3 stars (if anyone apart from Mer and gentlestitches can remember giving me a star, let me know and I’ll grovel a lot and update this post)!
Three star blogger!
Then, can you believe this, doggy’s style awarded me the Black Hole award, and one of my stars fell in (boo)!
Dry Clean Only
It’s Friday Fictioneers time again, this being Wednesday and all! Hosted by Rochelle, near on 100 people have a go at writing 100 words in response to a photo which this week has been supplied by Jean L Hays.
Entries are added all through the week – check here to view the other entries.
I’ve gone for a bit of silly dialogue this week đ .
Copyright Jean L. Hays
âWow, thatâs amazing! The colours are so vivid. Itâs like being there!â
âWhatâs that?â
âYour hanging glass decoration thing. With the dolphin. Itâs like being there! Wait, whereâd the dolphin go?â
âOh, that. Thatâs not a picture, itâs a portal. I expect the dolphin swam off.â
âFor real? A portal? Wow, is there nothing they canât do nowadays?â
âItâs actually quite old, as a matter of fact.â
âCool. Iâm gonna stick my hand through. I can feel the sea!â
âWatch out for theâŠâ
âAaargh!â
â…sharks.â
âAaargh!â
âHey, point your arm stump some place else. This suit is dry clean only!â
Saved by the Subconscious
I, like most, have had my fair share of road problems. Little accidents, near misses, breaking down, driving over bits of wood in the carriageway and so on. Hell, last year I nearly drove over Bambi!
Yesterday’s incident, however, was quite weird. I mean, you see this sort of thing happening on the TV, but…
There I was, driving down the A30 dual carriageway at 75mph 70mph on my way home from work. Traffic was extremely light. Not far from my slip-road (very close to where I nearly squashed Bambi, funnily enough) I saw a van up ahead and decided to pull in behind it rather than shoot around it.
It was only going at 50mph so obviously I was pretty annoyed (I started to wish I’d just overtaken), but impatient as I was, I kept a decent distance behind. This turned out to be a good thing.
Happy Messages
Last week was a strange week. The week before last I realised I had a load of holiday backed up, and very little time in which to take it! So I booked Monday to Thursday off last week. Usually I have weeks to work myself up to a holiday, but this came upon me rather suddenly.
On Monday, I was ill! This was most disagreeable. This is the first time I’ve had anything worse than a cold since early 2003 (when I had pneumonia), so it came as a bit of a surprise. I’d forgotten how rubbish it feels to be unwell. Even the pneumonia was no big deal – no pain, no discomfort, just a bit breathless. A couple of days in hospital and that was that.
This time I actually threw up! The first time in over eleven years. Yuck đŠ . I can’t even remember when I was ill before that – either all the vodka masked the symptoms or it sent all the bugs and viruses running for the hills.
Run, little diseases, run!
A New Life
It’s Friday Fictioneers time again! As always it is hosted by Rochelle and this week’s 100 word photo prompt has been provided by fellow Fictioneerer Adam Ickes.
You can see other entries here – more are added every day, or have a go yourself – it’s fun!
That looks to me like a Native American in the background – if it isn’t, it is for this story!
Copyright Adam Ickes
Theyâd broken away from their tribes, eschewing modern technology. They wanted to recapture the lives of their ancestors. Over a hundred had gathered in a remote valley to live according to the ways of a long-gone age, following a history gleaned more from John Wayne movies than from textbooks.
From time to time backpackers wandered into their valley. Waste not, want not. Why just take a scalp when the entire body is covered with good, useful skin?
Of course in this modern age they needed money, so they sold their products in town. Their best-seller?
Hiking boots, 100% quality leather.
The Beast Within
It’s Friday Fictioneers day again! Under the watchful eye of our host Rochelle, we write 100 words in response to a photo prompt which this week has been supplied by Randy Mazie.
You can read the other entries here – the list grows all week so check back!
I hope no-one minds, but I altered the spelling of the “writing on the wall” within the story :-).
Copyright Randy Mazie
The building had stood empty for many years, long enough that the tree had grown from a mere promise to near full height. Every so often, questing shoots would slide between the boards on the window. Within seconds they withered, blackened and died.
âNO TRESPASSING.â
No human hand had penned those words.
Samuel was cold and hungry. He couldnât face another night on the streets and the building looked perfect. He carefully pried one of the boards from the window and slipped inside.
The board snapped back, muffling his last agonised scream.
The beast within tolerated no intrusion.
No trespassing.
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