Saturday, 22 June 2013

She shoots! She...drops the ball!

My apologies all.

Yesterday was a bit stressful.  It was GOOD stress, for a change, but enough that I obviously completely forgot about my duties here.

The tome has reminded me, by crawling from beneath my bed and glaring pointedly up at me, whilst biting my foot.

And so I shall delay no further.

In first place this week is John Xero with Rise:  John you are just brilliant with dialogue.  You wove the prompts into the rest in such a way that's it's seamless and feels completely organic while giving new insight into the folks we already know AND introducing new ones.  No easy task, that, and you accomplished it beautifully.  Thank you!

And in second place this week we have Matt Farr with Peace of Mind:  Matt, it's just insidious.  I love it.  The feeling reminded me of Soylent Green and the Stepford Wives and even Equilibrium.  There's a quiet, creeping horror here, all wrapped up in a pretty "this is GOOD for you." bow.  I loved it.  Thank you!

And now to words.  The tome has just showed me where it left them last night while I was absent.  They're a bit dried out and flaky now, but I've managed to get them separated and sorted...

Distortion

Trammel

Implausible

The usual rules apply: 100 words maximum, excluding the title, of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above in the genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. All variants and use of the words as stems are fine.

You have until 11:30 PM EST on Thursday, June 28th, to get your entries in..  Winners will be announced and new words will be posted by 11:30 PM on Friday, June 29th.

The gates are open.  Let the games begin!





42 comments:

  1. Congratulations to John and Matt! Both excellent choices, as always. Interesting words this week. I can't wait to see what everyone does with them!

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  2. Congratulations, John and Matt - how do we compete with that excellence!

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  3. Since Seth is waiting for Nate's next move, I had some time to play in different arenas. :)

    Novice Aloft

    Massey held the trammel. Gunnerson slid the pin into place. Seemed implausible one tiny piece could make such a difference. The machine roared back to life, steam pouring from her. We stabilized, then lifted.

    Miss Willa gazed at clouds, knowing she’d get no thanks for recognizing the problem before we fell from the sky. Folks don’t care for witches.

    “Distortion’s coming.” She said it nonchalantly, but grabbed a handle.

    Silver creatures swam inside the energy wave, invisible to all but me and Miss Willa. Untrained, I did what I could to help her deflect them, praying she’d keep my secret.

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    1. Love Seth & Nate, but glad you introduced us to a new world/scene! You've managed to create a very interesting world, characters, and mystery with the delicious final line.

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    2. This is pretty awesome, RR. Nuanced, deep and imaginative. Love it. =)

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    3. Not at all sure why I thought of Meg and Mog!! A grown-up version, obviously, and this is much cleverer. Wouldn't mind knowing more of Miss Willa (but don't give up on Seth, please!)

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    4. getting even more interesting, and that's saying something!

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  4. Thank you! =) Congratulations, Matt. =)

    Not sure I'll have time to play this week, trying to prep some extracts from a few WIPs to post to my blog next week. Looking forward to everyone's implausible trammel distortions though. ;D

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  5. Hate Me

    Magic long spent, I butchered everything. Bastard had turned his dog, a once- proud and beautiful husky. The one thing I destroyed without joy. I felt like a self-contained distortion of reality-an implausible amalgam of strength, abandon, and blood-lust. It disgusted me even as I reveled in it.

    When there was nothing left moving, I turned to Seth, grinning.

    “And now brother, your turn.”

    He raised his hands to cast, and I nodded assent.

    “Trammel me if you have to. Then find him and kill him. Please.

    I dropped my head, closed my eyes, and surrendered to my brother.

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    1. Ah. This has a powerful tension, perfectly balanced. Brilliant.

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    2. tight writing, winding up the tension to breaking point.

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  6. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

    ...and that, Your Honour, is when I hit him
    “To say that the direct route is the quicker is a distortion of reality” I said to him. “It may appear to be so, but even if that pungent character from whom you purchased directions is to be believed, he tells only a fraction of the truth. The route is festooned with the lurking traps indigenes, devices of such implausible brilliance that we would be ensnared, waylaid and robbed of our goods and most likely our lives. It is not the way to proceed.”

    “So what you’re saying,” said he, “Is that we should be taking the Road Less Trammelled?”

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    1. Nice to be laughing at one of your posts Matt, despite the title!

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    2. *Groan...*

      At least I had the good sense not to do a Maths/English joke mash-up with "trammelled by ellipses" "..."<--

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    3. Hah! I would have hit him, too. And yet, I'm still chuckling. Well played, sir.

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    4. very funny! very cleverly done!

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  7. Anyhow, grats John and Matt.

    Flashback(19)
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    The girl's hand instinctively touched her neck; realising she was free of her astral trammel she dived for cover, spell readied.

    Mary hadn't moved. "I won't stop you, although it's highly implausible you'd get far alone." Her eyes flicked downwards: "at least..."
    A sigh.
    "I'm sorry for your loss. Your brother was a driven young man; I doubt I'd have a team left if he-"
    And three, two, one...

    Ame couldn't help herself; her vision swam, distorted by hot tears. When Mary approached and held her close, she barely flinched, not noticing the conflicted expression on the fixer's face.

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    1. Another fascinating 'uh-oh' episode, and I love your use of 'trammel'

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    2. so much going on, very clever use of the prompts too.

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    3. Interesting the effect Ame has on Mary. It takes a lot to move a fixer.

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  8. Master and Servant

    I wove a makeshift hobble on Nate’s legs, then moved to his wrists.

    “I heard you two were… close, but didn’t expect the bondage thing. So, Nate’s your submissive? Interesting.” Either the big, bad, voodoo priest was a teenager, or he was using distortion to mask his voice.

    Blood from the hive suffused the sigils I’d drawn. I pulled the threads that should lead back to their maker and end him.

    “Funny how one kind of magic trammels another.” His voice was everywhere. “If you’d studied like your daddy wanted, you might have lived.”

    Nate lunged. Grinning. Lost to me.


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    1. Masterful ... and I in thrall to your ability to spin such words, such worlds. Such tension.

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    2. dialogue sharp, thoughts even sharper, the story cuts deeper.

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  10. A change of focus [46]

    Untrammelled by conscience or morals, the habitual cruelty of his hooded eyes flecked with amusement, he glanced upwards.
    ‘Are we on camera?’
    Watching his lips, thinking how implausible that they’d been where they’d been last night, she shook her head, trying to dispel the distortion such memories created of her role.
    ‘You shouldn’t have come ...’
    ‘Ah... but I did...’
    And how! And how many times...
    ‘...and did Yanno successfully outwit Cherriman?’
    ‘John’s honour was satisfied. And, as you asked, I’ve taken him off the case. Both are now searching for you.’
    ‘Not knowing I was here all the time.’

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    1. hard to believe you had an incomprehensible post! This is good, carrying us forward step by step to -

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    2. Oh! What a clever, clever.. villain?... Raptor is. He has everyone running around and acting against their own best interest. That's some fine plotting.

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  11. Sorry - previous post imcomprehensible. And well done John and Matt.

    Balance of possibilities

    Tao refused to admit how implausible the likelihood of her wanting to be his wife; ignored the distortion of reality necessary to effect their masquerade ...
    And what a masquerade this funeral: cloud-headed widow whose black-lace-wrapped twin assets caused several septuagenarians to wonder whether ‘twas best to live a few more careful years or follow the dead man’s example; their thinking “What a way to go” untrammelled by the sight of Jack’s deceptively-upstanding youth.
    But was it so implausible?
    Tao had certain... attributes and while untrammelled now, she’d need provide for when the distortion of her belly became obvious...

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    1. Tao's world grows darker and his predicament deeper.

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    2. Oh, so he has a sliver of romanticism in him. That's a vulnerability, considering what he's wrought throughout his travels. I like how she seems to have upended both men and turned their worlds sideways.

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    3. THIS was the incomprehensible one - and still is ...

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  12. Infinity 12
    12.
    What level of distortion does memory bring to happenings? Are the things I remember real or implausible? Only this journal knows the truth; in earlier pages there are records of happenings at this distance of time I find hard to believe. This day, this fine sun-blessed day, I find the Infinity untrammelled by weather conditions and I find myself bound by those shadow people who linger still, as if demanding of me that which I cannot – should I say I will not – give. My crew, my bounty, my life, remain mine. Are you listening, you interlopers, you thieves of time?

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    1. As ever the introspection of this captain, the balancing of conflicting demands is finely conveyed. Love the final sentence.

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    2. I like that his journal exists to tell him his own story, and I remain intrigued by the shadow people. Are they memories or spirits or a sign of instability? Can't wait to find out.

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  13. Also had to expand it this week:

    Flashback(20)
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    Mary watched Ame on CCTV via her 'link, pottering about the suite, struggling to call room service, or turn the Tri-D on...

    They'd talked after that, about 'options'. The poor kid had been trammelled by various means since birth, it seemed; a distorted upbringing, compounded by a series of unfortunate implausibilities that made her head spin.

    Cosseted, protected, coveted, kidnapped: there was something
    more to all of this.

    The fixer tried to convince herself that all she was doing was maintaining a potentially lucrative asset, but she suspected she was being sucked in by the girl's almost supernatural charm...


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    1. Oh, I love everything about this episode! I am curious to find out what is so special about Ame that everyone feels they must have or protect her.

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  14. Evening all. Just noticed I got my dates wrong! Given that I posted the 28th as the date for gates to close...it seems only fair to stick by that. I shall close them tomorrow evening by 11:00 PM EST. Winners and words will be posted by Saturday morning, June 29th, at 11:00 AM.

    We will resume our regular schedule again from there.

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  15. Given another day, I couldn't resist one more.

    Turning the Tables

    Nate slipped my knife free, then sheathed it in my side.

    Voice low, a distortion of intimacy, “Your new skin’s untarnished. Wanted to be first to pollute you.”

    He winked, then sprinted from the room, no longer bespelled. Implausibly, the priest’s snide comment had freed Nate. As proven, he’d rather stab me than appear submissive.

    Lifeblood mingling with that of the dead, I recognized his genius. Untrammeled by conscience, my magic inflamed the sigils.

    A man’s scream choked off. Nate dragged him down the stairs. Fading, I saw the truth. The practitioner was Hounsi, no Voudoun priest, just half-trained boy.

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    1. That might be the best opening sentence ever ... "sheathed it in my side" and how perfectly - breathtakingly - this moves on from the previous episode. Can't wait to see how this moves on.

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    2. I agree with Sandra, it will be hard to find a better horror sentence than that! and how this story moves on... so smooth and yet so nasty, too.

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  16. Good evening, loves! The gates are closed. Feel free to continue commenting as you will. Winners and words in the morning! Thanks so much to all for playing!

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