Saturday, 9 November 2013

Expedience

Good evening all!

I'm a tad rushed just now, so I hope no one minds if I get right to it.

This weeks winner is John Xero with his continuation of (rise) Olivia continues to fascinate and I like the hints into the personalities of the other characters.  This story still has me completely hooked.  Thank you.

And in second place this week is Sandra Davies with Finale:  Brilliant work weaving things together and ending all!  I loved this!  Very nice use of the prompts.  Thank you!

And now on to new words!

Beacon
Grandiose
Wisp

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, November 14th, to get your entries in..  Winners will be announced and new words will be posted by 11:30 PM on Friday, November 15th.

The Gates Are Open my friends.  Take what the Tome has offered and craft your nightmares into reality!

32 comments:

  1. Well done John and Sandra :D

    Wanted to check something: I don't know as I haven't been doing this too long, but what happens when a word is repeated? Asking because we had Heresy on June 1st ...

    Not complaining, just wasn't aware of any procedure for repetition as I can't remember it happening before (since starting writing here)...

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  2. Thank you! Olivia is born of this place, and it makes me happy she continues to capture the imagination. =)

    And congratulations, Sandra. Yours and others serials here totally inspire my own. =)

    It's a shame you can't make yourself winner, Colleen, I thought Sorry, No More Curtain Calls was excellent. =)

    Right, I clearly need to go get breakfast, I thought one of the new prompts was "bacon"... ;)

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    1. Many thanks, John. I have so much fun hosting Prediction, that I don't mind too much that I can't win. I'm honored that you think Sorry, No More Curtain Calls could have done so.

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  3. Zoe, thank you for letting me know about the repeated word. I have explained to the Tome and it has graciously, if a bit sheepishly, provided a new word. We both apologize for the goof. I really must start keeping a list so that doesn't happen again.

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  4. Well done John, and thank you Colleen - I second what John says about your writing, although I'd've awarded top prize for "Even Dead Witches Are Dicks"
    Feel all adrift as to what to do with the non-Pettinger piece for this week ... hope that something will come to me.

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  5. congratulations John and Sandra and I concur, I would have gone for Even Dead Witches are Dicks for the title alone, leaving aside the sharp writing!
    Good words this week. Looking forward to tackling them with the Captain. Busy trying to disentangle myself from google in the meantime, their privacy laws leave so much to be desired... anyone have any hints on a server/email provider that does not log emails?

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  6. I'm so honored and surprised on all the wonderful comments about my work last week. I just have to say thank you again.

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  7. Oh! And I must tell the truth...RR helped me tweak the title just a bit, so credit for that should go to her!

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    1. Feh. It was the tiniest tweak. The credit is all yours, love.

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  8. Congratulations to John and Sandra. I concur wholeheartedly with Colleen's choices. You both continue to amaze with your tight writing and compelling stories.

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  9. Modus Operandi

    Silvered young, he made less splash than dashing rakes with grandiose plans. Manners masked sardonic smiles as he looked out over the flock. Whether he thought them birds or sheep, he would not say, but neither did he hunt there.

    Instead, he went for a wisp of a girl, observant, disillusioned. Powdered, jeweled, and plumped for plucking, she’d have been a beacon for the marriage-minded. She preferred to hide both her name and the money attached thereto.

    “I have a laboratory,” he began, “experiments in progress. Some quite…unusual.”

    She slipped her arm through his, her smile aberrant, “Take me there.”

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    1. Sly and creepy. I like 'silvered young' - it sets up lots of visuals

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    2. I loved 'silvered young' as well. There's a great gothic undertone to this, and I definitely felt the creepy vibe with his examination of the young girl. Very curious what we'll find in the laboratory. Hope you continue!

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    3. Some fantastic alliteration and lexical play in there, RR. And I like that she seems of a similar mind, enticed by his unusual experiments, a potential partner in crime rather than a victim. =)

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    4. beautiful descriptions and undertones of menace - what more could we ask?
      Except to know what happens next, of course.

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  10. Apologies for the aberration (I could claim this is fantasy but am not convinced)

    Contrarily, that she made no grandiose attempt to persuade him otherwise, made her more appealing. No sooner had ’I’m not what you need’ been said than he regretted it. Which wasn’t to say he was interested. Professionally he’d be perceived as having a beacon above his head, flashing to all and sundry that he was the boss’s current fancy. Most of her fancies lasted six months and then disappeared.
    All of them were given nickname: all chocolate bars. The best – Star Bar, Galaxy – had been used. The last one had been Wisp. He’d be a toss-up between Penguin or Snickers.

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    1. Love the chocolate bar nicknames and the images they conjure! :)

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    2. Ha! Not sure which of those two is worse. So long as he doesn't get labelled 'snack-size'. ;)

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    3. John, LOL!! this is good, Sandra, clever in every way.

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  11. A good night's restorative sleep, totally sober, and I hope this mitigates:

    Split second decision

    In hindsight, regrettable coincidence.
    At the time, propulsion. Confirmation that what he did was meant.
    The girl who, lacking babysitter, had had to cancel her driving lesson. Check of his watch to find he’d time to return to bed – and her.
    Belisha beacon crossing empty (why did they need school-crossing nannies?). All traffic lights at green.
    Well-oiled front door slicked open, feet muffled by the over-grandioseness of the carpet.
    Then the doubt. The ululating wisp of cries she always made.
    Another’s climaxed grunt.
    The shove the scream the grab the aim the squeeze the bang a sharper scream the red.


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    1. I like how it all happens in the ending. You can imagine him saying later, to the police maybe, "I don't really remember, it was all a bit of a blur..."

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    2. absolutely. such a brilliantly crafted sentence saying so much.
      I find this kind of writing reminiscent of Adam Hall's Quiller series, he could say a lot in a sentence too. Wonderful stuff.

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  12. (alpha)

    Adam had not flown high enough. One grasping hand wrapped around his ankle, pulling him down even as the creature clawed its way up. There was nothing grandiose in its attack, just fundamental savagery. It clung onto him, pounding, raging, biting.

    A detached part of him observed its continuing changes. Wisps of dark hair were sprouting and spreading across its skin. And it was getting stronger. He began to feel the rain of blows.

    He fought to keep its snapping jaws away from his face, and with each ferocious lunge saw a flickering glow in its eyes, twin warning beacons.

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  13. At the first sentence I thought 'Michaelangelo' By the end I was thinking of how he'd film this oh-so-vivid scene. Not that I needed him too because it was sufficiently so in my head.
    Not a word wasted in this, John, every one a perfectly-placed gem.

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  14. Oh oh, is he going to overcome something that evil? Such conjuring of demons, John!

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  15. Infinity 31
    That crew member has grandiose ideas, methinks. I will watch him and should I catch but a wisp of thought that baint right, he be overboard before you can say Jack Tar. He thinks he be fooling us but his thoughts be like beacons lighting up his eyes. Tis good none can know what be written in this journal, I mean none that be human. I discount the shadows; don’t even believe they can read.
    Infinity ploughs on, takes the high seas like they were calm. She be one damn fine ship and I be one damn fine captain, too.

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    1. Once gain Antonia you've used the prompts like they were specially meant for you - so, so smoothly, and such a strong-voiced, self-affirming episode. Particularly like the beacons lighting up his eyes - so imaginative.

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    2. Let's hope none of the crew do get a look at the journal... Would they decide their captain too mad to lead them, or just mad enough...?

      A consistently strong voice to these.

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  16. (rise)

    Harry tugged at a wisp of ginger hair. "You saying that little box is its brain?"

    Olivia hesitated, suddenly the centre of attention, not sure which question to answer first. "Yes, well, no."

    Ruth snorted. "Well ain't you a beacon of enlightenment."

    Charlie glared at Ruth. "Go on, Olivia."

    "My father is... an engineer. He taught me how things work." Sometimes it seemed like he had just wanted, needed, someone to talk to. "That logic box is nothing so grandiose as the brain, it just controls the claws, I think. It takes a lot to make machines autonomous and coordinated."

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  17. Oh well done, Olivia - good to see you carving your path, however delicately. (And that Ruth needs watching ... )

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  18. It's that time all. The gates are closed. Feel free to continue commenting as you will. See you all tomorrow with winners and words.

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  19. Colleen is having difficulty logging on. She will post winners and words when her internet recovers.

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