Saturday, 13 July 2013

Step Right Up. Don't Be Shy.

As you know, Colleen is on a well-deserved vacation and has left me in charge. (Cue maniacal laughter...)

I must admit, judging is much harder than it would appear, especially with such a talented bunch.  And while I'm on that topic, please feel free to spread the word and invite other writer friends to come test out ideas, delve into scenarios, and otherwise give into their noir/horror/fantasy urges. The fact that we regularly give positive feedback sets us apart from purely competitive writing challenges, and we always welcome new voices.

Also, don't be shy to post links to your entries to Twitter or Facebook or whatever social media you favor. We like new readers as well as writers!

Also also, if any of you regulars have a blog and would like a link on our sidebar, just let us know. If new folks stick around (or old friends return), we'll do the same for them. We're all about spreading the love. And sometimes the gore, but you all don't need much help in that arena.

Now, having made my pitch, it's on to the winners:

Zaiure takes the win for Payload. There is so much detail and characters packed into that 100 words, and if that were the opening of a novel, I would keep reading just to find out the history and what happens next.

Honorable Mention goes to Helen for THE DARE Part 2. This is a great follow-up to Freddy's story, and I'm even more intrigued than before.

My thanks to everyone who wrote and commented. You make this a great community.

I am very excited about this week's words. The Tome offered them up with nary a snarl, and I can see why. They hold such promise. I cannot wait to see what you do with them!


Surge

Hypnotic

Bouquet

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, July 18th, to get your entries in..  Winners will be announced and new words will be posted by 11:30 PM on Friday, July 19th.

40 comments:

  1. Congratulations Zaiure! and thank you agin for the mention - I'll be back to continue Freddy's story later in the week. ^_^

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  2. Congratulations Zauire and Helen!
    as usual, outstanding writing.
    Great words this week, the Captain is all but itching to get going but we will let them simmer a while...

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  3. Congratulatons Zaiure and Helen - entertaining as ever. And as Tao is carted off, Carrion Jack becomes involved in

    Panning for Gold

    The widow’s wreath resembled a bouquet; the gold-spangled promise of her bosom causing a surge of would-be spouse-replacements to near-tumble her into the open grave.
    Jack, lacking mourning but not the wit to grab her, held tight unto the wake, where the jousting started.
    First challenger a not-yet-shaving youth, sweet-breathing pretty phrases: bloody-gummed, he was struck dumb.
    Second, a chinless possessor of a peerage; sans britches his lack of inclination for the lady all too obvious.
    Third, a charlatan, voice hypnotic as honey: Jack’s questions revealing honeycombed ignorance.
    Jack, chivalrous, insisted wedding bells be rung prior to bedding the bride.

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    1. Love the title, very fitting. :) Great imagery with 'voice hypnotic as honey' and 'honeycombed ignorance'.

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    2. I too loved the line " voice hypnotic as honey:"

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    3. gold-spangled promise is a fantastic phrase, but you're terribly good at those. I love the parade of would-be suitors, and Jack's faux chivalry to turn them away.

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    4. clever parade of suitors! beautifully and succinctly described.

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    5. Such great phrasing all through! Love this.

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  4. ... and as soon as I mentioned Tao's being 'carted off' another tale - just one word too long, so hopefully the reader will supply :)

    Convalescent

    Uncertain whether it was delirium or returning lust Tao pondered on the hypnotic way the rounded brown haunches of the horse moved rhythmically between the fat shafts of the cart, the blonde fall of the tail a veil, allowing glimpses of what lay between, before concealing once again.
    The girl was walking, gathering herbs and flowers into an untidy bouquet. She’d sidled him a surprisingly provocative glance from beneath her brim, which cause suspicion (and another surge – better directed!)
    A copse ahead. He’d stop there, see how much she meant it.
    Time for a woman’s soothing hand upon his ...

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    1. Hah! I think I like it better with the last word unsaid. And again, your phrasing is so evocative and, as suits Tao, lush and lusty.

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    2. Tao is every man's aspiration and every woman's nightmare!....

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    3. Definitely have a good feel of Tao in this. Very lusty, as RR said! :) I do like how you leave the reader to finish the last line.

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    4. Definitely great fun leaving that last word to the readers imagination!

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  5. Wow, thanks so much! And congrats Helen! :))

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  6. Fools Rush In

    Kaia toed the unconscious boy. “This one is mine.”

    “The hell you say. We need him to find his master.” Subtlety, not Nate’s forte.

    “I bring justice to slayers of the innocent. If I look closely at your life, your brother might be placing bouquets on your grave.”

    Before Nate could dig himself deeper, I surged to my feet. “Take him, but we need the intel.” My legs wobbled. They both reached to steady me. Neither stepped away.

    “I bargain with him.” She smiled at Nate, then sealed accord with a kiss. Hypnotic. Dangerous. Addictive.

    Nate dropped to his knees.

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    1. Attagirl Kaia! Superb effect of intoned single words at the end.

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    2. tantalising instalment, looking for more even before I got to the end of the set amount of words.

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    3. Love Kaia's confidence. She's definitely someone to be wary of, a nice addition to the team. ;)

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    4. Huh...Nate struck the bargain, did he? We'll see what he makes of that.

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    1. Oh what's going to happen next??? The line "“I bring justice to slayers of the innocent." conjures such a strong character.

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  8. Sorry spotted two typos :( Here we go again ^_^

    The Dare #3

    The room smelled of rotting flesh and damp earth: a sour bouquet. The phantom birled towards him creating a powerful energy surge that blew Freddy backwards and pinned him against the wall.

    “I know what you are.” he shouted at it.

    “And what would that be?”

    The apparition loomed over him. Its body quivering. Its atramentous eyes, wide and staring. Freddy couldn’t take his own away from them. The ink-like pupils set in the bloodless flesh were almost hypnotic.

    “I know what you’ve done.” Freddy whispered.

    “Do you?” Then you know what I’m going to do to you.”

    To be continued....

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    1. Ooo-err ... fearful for Freddy

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    2. Oh no! Here's hoping Freddy has something up his sleeve to ward off the nasty spirit.

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    3. must I wait days before finding out what happens??

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    4. Loved the description of the room at the beginning. A 'sour bouquet' describes the horrible smell perfectly. Great suspense and leaving us to wonder what's coming.

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    5. Oh this is just grand! "Sour bouquet" is perfect! Can't wait to find out what happens next!

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  9. Pettinger's gone off in a huff and will not be revived this week, so a True Life tale instead:

    Post-operative

    Clichéd but it happens: hearing groaning; realising it was me.
    Walls no longer green but pink.
    Wondering where else I’d seen a clock whose minute hand had jerked inexorably round, a hypnotic dance of time.
    My husband’s laughter surged me back to reality.
    A woman’s caramel-coloured voice: ‘You’ve nothing to complain about, you’ve had eleven pints.’
    Eleven not right, but why?
    A bouquet of question-marks failed to tell me the answer was eight.
    Curious: ‘What...?’
    ‘Took everything away. No womb, no ovaries, no cervix, no children.’
    Cheerfully spoken brutal truth.
    Almost as shocking as my earlier near bleeding to death.

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    1. The real world horror of waking in a hospital to find part of yourself gone is made worse by the cheerful banter. I know this story (if a bit different) just a little too well. Your telling of it is haunting.

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    2. scary acceptance implicit in this, what is worse, the bleeding or the loss of it all? something to ponder.

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    3. Sad and haunting. Loved the description of the woman's voice, 'caramel-coloured'.

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    4. Horrific in its truth. Well done. Very well done.

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  10. Infinity 15
    Ah, the surge of the ocean tides, hypnotic if you watch too long, bringing the bouquet of rotting seaweed. We’ve been attacked by pesky gulls, crying their guts out, lost seamen souls as they are, send shivers down me but only this journal knows that. Not even they shadow people know it.
    I was much troubled in my sleep two nights back. I thought I heard voices of them as had gone before, old shipmates, old friends and enemies. I started up two-three times to speak with them but got no answer.
    That ain’t the shadows, that be -

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    1. Uh-oh ... I see him musing, miles away and hope he's not been ambushed. Seagulls 'crying their guts out' so pertinent.

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    2. I can picture him too thinking about these things. Oh what's in the shadows?

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    3. This transported me right onto his rocking, drifting boat! Spot on description of the ocean as hypnotic, and I like the idea of the gulls as lost seamen souls.

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    4. Brilliant word weaving here. The gulls as lost seamen souls, I must agree, is wonderful. I could smell the ocean. " I thought I heard voices of them as had gone before..." is my favorite.

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  11. Apologies, no real inspiration this week :(

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    1. Me neither. Just realized it's Thursday already. Where did the week go?! :)

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  12. Good evening, my lovelies! First of all, many, MANY thanks to RR for holding down the fort for me whilst I was away! Fabulous job, chica! And thanks to all who came and played!

    It's about that time. Winners and words tomorrow by 11:00 PM EST. Please feel free to continue to leave comments and you will.

    The gates are closed. Good night to all.

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