Saturday, 31 August 2013

Working Title

Good evening all!

I'm gonna get right to it this evening.  Whew!  You all made it very difficult this week.  EVERY story was brilliant, each for reasons unique to author and subject.  Thank you!

However, as it is my job to choose, chosen I have.

This week's winner is Zoe Farr with Once They Get A Taste For It:  What an amazing, horrifying, little world you've created here.  Brilliant phrasing.  And the subject matter is just nightmarish!  Thank you!

In second place is Zaiure with The Post:  Dragons!  As mail delivery vehicles.  Lovely!  I adore Camille's scars and burns, and her attitude. Fantastic intro to a character I definitely would like to know better.  I agree with RR.  You get us seamlessly into the world.  It feels completely natural.  Thank you!

Honorable Mention:  I'd be remiss if I didn't give RRKovar's Somewhere After The Fall  a nod.  It made me chuckle.  It takes a delicate touch to horrify and amuse at the same time, and it's a skill you definitely possess.  Thank you!

All right, the tome has obliged whilst I've been typing and so...

Muckrake

Gloss

Trappings

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, September 5th, to get your entries in..  Winners will be announced and new words will be posted by 11:30 PM on Friday, August 6th.

Before I leave you this evening, I must again thank every one for your patience at my absence, and for your warm comments upon my return!  You are all wonderful.  Thank you again!

That being said:

Let the games begin, my friends.  The gates are open!

27 comments:

  1. Hah! And I've just noticed, after posting, that I left the working title AS Working Title. LOL. I shall leave it stand.

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  2. congratulations Zoe and Zaiure, both very worthy winners this week.
    Good words - again.
    I'm trying to arrange a massive mailing to get people writing for Static again, it might tip over into getting people to come and play, who knows? Will see what I can do.

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    1. I've send a few folk over here too - hope they stick around long enough to contribute.

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  3. Antonia, that would be fantastic! Thank you!

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  4. emailed about 100 authors this morning, and posted on the Static Movement site too. Hope it does something. I want to entice Marietta back, for one! She's been MIA too long.

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  5. A change of focus [53]

    'Shit! Just our luck to’ve got caught at the last minute by that muckraking bastard Phillips...’
    ‘He saw nothing.’ She refilled Pettinger’s wineglass.
    ‘DCI and DI, skulking beside an open grave?’
    ‘He’d not have noticed that once I grabbed you...’
    ‘That’s what I meant! It now has all the trappings of an affair – no way can you gloss over what you were doing with your hands...’
    ‘You’re worried about your reputation?’
    ‘About yours!’
    ‘Well, John, you could make an honest woman of me...’
    ‘You’re giving me a choice?’
    ‘Murderer or married man – which is it to be?’
    You killed him.’

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    1. This just gets better and better! I hope I was supposed to chuckle a bit at the tone of the discussion. They sound like they're already married! And wow! Wonder how they're going to get out of this one...

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    2. Thanks Colleen - amusement intended, and it's up to you to feed me the words to extricate them ... I always enjoy the challenge of it.
      But I much regret the echoing space in here this week :(

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    3. you did it again, another killer last line (excuse the pun...) how do you DO that???

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    4. I love their banter, despite the dire situation. His protest at the end made me laugh out loud. Poor Pettinger. No matter what he does, he's screwed.

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    5. They definitely have the familiar banter of a couple or a pair headed towards becoming one. ;) Loved the last two lines!

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  6. Priorities

    Damn the jade-eyed minx! On any other day her silk-fingered importunings would have glossed the day; this morn they near fatally delayed.
    Gabriel could now be heard downstairs. He’d not gold enough to loose the landlord’s mouth, fist-pounding in frustration.
    Opening the lattice, warning, ‘Silence, maid. I’ll slit your throat ‘ere I slit his,’ Tao bundled out his penitent, maybe-to-be bride onto the gently sloping thatch below.
    He’d exchanged the muckraked cart for something with the trappings of gentility; ‘twas but the matter of a moment to harness Gabriel’s mount between the shafts, flick the reins and make their getaway.

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    1. Sandra, you are a master of sticky situations! I love this. I'm particularly fond of the phrasing in this piece. Thank you!

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    2. this is superb! really is, when you slip into Tao mode, you write entirely differently and always leave me wanting more.

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    3. her silk-fingered importunings is a gorgeous turn of phrase. I love how the cadence of this adds to the tension and need for a speedy escape.

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    4. I agree with Rebecca, loved the phrase "her silk-fingered importunings". Very vivid writing. Loved the picture painted of frustrated Gabriel.

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  7. Congrats Zoe & thanks so much Colleen! :)) Honored to have been picked. :) Love the new words. Hope to find some time to mull them over tonight!

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  8. I keep planning on entering earlier but an editing job came in... almost forgot tonight, someone reminded me, not sure if the Captain did but someone prodded me with 'get going!' whispered in my ear. Here goes with instalment 21 of Infinity:
    21.
    Muckraking is a pirate’s occupation, the authorities say. I call it relieving others of the burden of guarding gold and jewels. Is that putting a gloss on it? Most likely but only me and the accursed shadow people know that.
    The second merchantmen fell to our wiles, caught by our distress signal, fools! No fight, just surrender and food for the fishes. A bit of blood to scrub from the deck, compensated for by the loot in the hold. We’ll anchor up and divide it equally, one third for the crew, two thirds for the captain. Baint that fair?


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    1. The Captain showing more signs of aggression as the shadow people come into play - good, and I like your use of 'gloss'.

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    2. Now we see the true horror of pirating - at least for the unfortunate crew of the other ship. Do you suppose the Captain's crew can count, or are they unaware he takes the lion's share of loot?

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    3. Loved how he said "divide it equally". ;) Seems the Captain still has everything in hand.

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  9. Thanks, and grats Zaiure!

    Not sure I'll be entering this week, it's been quite a busy time...

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  10. Circa 1906

    McElroy watched workers shuffle into the plant, his perch high above the sticky floor. The low thrum of fans didn’t do much to deter the stench or flies. A new girl swatted at them, not yet used to the inevitable trappings of things about to die.

    McElroy narrowed his eyes. She had a gloss about her, hair too shiny, shoulders square. Her shoes were all wrong.

    “Fuck me, she’s a muckraker.” At his signal, Sigmund lumbered over, wiping thick hands on his leather apron.

    The lady journalist would add a nice flavor to the canned pork. He’d label it “gourmet.”

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    1. 'Just six words - "Sigmund lumbered over, wiping thick hands" and you've created another memorable character. “Fuck me, she’s a muckraker” trips off the tongue so easy I'm sure I'll be using it some time today ...

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    2. Loved the descriptions in this and quite a few great lines like "...inevitable trappings of things about to die" (foretelling?) and "she had a gloss about her...". Definitely an intriguing world I'd like to know more about. :)

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  11. Colleen has asked me to close the gates, as her computer decided to throw a tantrum. Please feel free to continue commenting.

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