Wednesday, 9 April 2014

All The Things.

Ever feel like you're doing All The Things, All The Time?   Yeah, this last couple of weeks has been like that. There are times when so many things go so wrong so fast that from one day to the next, you simply can't keep track.

Anyhow...I'm quite sorry for being so late.  *points upwards*.  It was THAT stuff caused it.

Our winner this week is Antonia Woodville with Infinity 50:  I think I felt as much relief as the Captain did at the resolution of this!

Like RR, I am having a difficult time choosing a second place winner this week, because everyone was so enjoyable.

So...on to words...

Cliff
Grease
Ladder

The usual rules apply: 100 words maximum (excluding 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 and stems are fine. I'm going to leave the gates open until Saturday evening to give a bit of extra time since I'm so late posting this week.

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31 comments:

  1. WOW! Thank you!!!!!
    Been wondering where you were... looking for the Captain now to give me an idea what we are doing with these new words.
    Hoping you get less 'stuff' - just as I think I'm getting less stuff, my two partners go to auction this morning, while one parks the car, the other one goes to the men's room, slips on wet floor, bangs damaged dislocated shoulder... has to be brought back... no auction buys, straight to bed and fast asleep, shaken up as always when you fall. Oh boy... here we go again ... he is the world's worst patient (like most men) compounded by one of his oldest friends passing this week.
    But the sun's out, my fingers are itching to talk... let's go...
    Thanks again!

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    1. Congratulations, Antonia. Looking forward to the next episode!

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    2. Thank you!
      The Captain came with this instalment tonight in the middle of my writing a strange story about a mirror and a special guest... so it had to be important. He knows I want to write the story. I have to go to a party tomorrow night (I am not a party person) so I won't be doing much writing then. Fortunately for me the venue is only 2 doors away, so I can slip quietly away when bedtime calls and go home...I'm going to be polite and because it would be hard to refuse when it is so close and everyone else is arriving by minibus from the other side of the island... (LOL)

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      Should have said I had to stop First Mate from rushing down the ladder to try and find the man lost to the monster. The side of the ship were like a cliff face, stark, no footholds if the ladder went and it might. Who knew what ‘it’ had damaged? I hung on to the mate’s tunic, greasy though it was and likely to slip through my fingers. He looked at me with haunted eyes I will never forget. Said he liked the man. I said I did but you cannot fight thems as comes at us from the deep.

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    3. Hope you enjoy your party Antonia in spite of reluctance which I recognise. And glad to see the Captain as pragmatic as ever.

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    4. Oh, I love this story so much! So many great moments and revelations about the captain and his crew.

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  2. Hi everybody! Hope I'm not the only one enjoying the warm weather.

    Round Two
    If the gunshot didn’t kill him, the fall off the cliff should have. I saw his bleeding body tumble fifty feet, and land with a crunch on the ground. Alanna stood at the ledge, dangling the pistol loosely between two fingers. “Check. Make sure,” she ordered, her face a mask.
    The climb down the ladder was terrifying; I thought it would fall apart any second. When I got close enough to see what was left of the body, I didn’t bother checking his pulse. Then he laughed, and it sounded like bacon frying in grease. “Is that all you got?”

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    1. Love the sound of the laughter!! And I'm not sure if he's about to die or retaliate - will have to wait until next week.

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    2. Very dynamic scene and stunning final line. Loved reading it.

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    3. oh lovely twist there, Noah! good stuff.

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    4. This has excellent tension. The ending is perfect.

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  3. Well done Antonia - Glad to see the Captain earn full credit.

    Cleanliness not godliness

    Hair lank and dark with five days’ sweat and grease, body leaking ladders of sweet milk, I was past pride which would in any case be spurious because of what he’d already done for me.
    And he did more. Ran me a bath and soaped me. Wrapped me in a towel and lifted me. Held me against his chest and carried me. Laid me down upon the bed and smiled at me.
    And like a lemming leaping from a cliff I fell in love.
    Smile disappeared: an erasing of emotion.
    Stepped back, increasing distance.
    Shook his head, denying.
    And left.

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    1. A truly poignant description, delicate sensations and strong epilogue.

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    2. whoo, Sandra, that's a tough one! really cuts right to the bone. Brilliant dry writing.

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    3. Wow, so rich with the details of exhaustion. The tenderness set up up to be all gushy, and then the last line slapped us right in the face. Well done.

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  4. A change of focus [83]

    ‘So, Mildred Jones is back to Merthyr having missed her chance to climb the promotion ladder via telling tales on us –‘
    DI John Pettinger, sour disapproval, ‘Unearthing the truth isn’t telling tales – we’d’ve been out here like greased lightning had she delved much deeper –‘
    ‘Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty!’
    ‘Well, it couldn’t’ve been much fun performing while Mrs Divine looked on with gun.’
    ‘She seemed to be enjoying –‘ Vanessa stuttered to a stop.
    John stared. ‘You’ve got a copy of the tape!’
    Part-penitent, ‘Insurance. It wasn’t that much of a cliff-hanger – nor a happy ending.’

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  5. Escape

    Alice didn’t believe her husband’s promise about going to the lighthouse, by now for her, too, a symbol of disappointed expectations as if a phantasmagorical cliffy barrier impeded all flights.
    The truth was that he preferred his greasy barbecue utensils to the wooden oars of freedom.
    The fellow was already flipping burgers, roasting sausages and practising aloud the dirty jokes he would tell their friends always ready to ingurgitate food and crassness alike.
    She gazed at the apple tree where her last few dreams were glowing with the luscious fruits, an invitation too irresistible; the ladder was there waiting.

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    1. Oh! Gross, that practising aloud his jokes! What a vivid and intense scene your painted here; fells like it could be a novel.

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    2. agree with Sandra, in a few words you painted such a vivid picture of crassness in the extreme!

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    3. For ingurgitate alone, I would love this piece, but there are so many layers to it that I keep reading it over and over. Such resignation...

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  6. Party, duff. Started with us being shut out of the private venue 'due to spillage' which is rubbish, it could have been cleared up, but when we did get in, it was OK. I couldn't eat anything, too scared to choose food in semi darkness when I had no idea what was in it (I had been migraine sick during the afternoon... so stayed off everything...) and the music, dire... Cab Calloway and stuff like that, the live group was Gypsy Jazz which I do not like. I don't even like ordinary jazz, let alone that kind. My (spirit) companion kept asking how long I was going to stay. When it got to 9.25 even my best friend noticed he was getting agitated. 'you being told to go?' she asked. Yes... so we went. I was in bed by 10.15, nursing the ache!

    The Captain was well pleased with our win last week. He chuckled through that big black beard of his and said 'we can do better', so I will be looking for him to do better in the future.

    Meantime, where is everyone?????????????? only 12 comments???????????????

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  7. Evening all! As RR and I both seem to have dropped the ball just a bit, and as it looks as if many folks haven't had time to post, we have decided to extend out to this Friday evening, and go on as normal from there. So if you've been meaning to post and haven't, you now have some extra time!

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  8. It's Gonna Be A Great Show (3)


    Journal: 5/02

    *headdesk*

    The irony is killing me. Had to hire group of 20-somethings to clean the day room and stage. Insult to injury, they consider themselves a paranormal investigative team on the side. Adam will kill me if he finds out I traded daytime only investigations for a break on the bill.

    Yesterday, a small pot of grease got knocked off the stage, and a ladder “mysteriously” got shoved off the wall it was leaning against. Cliff, the groups “tech guy” was near the ladder. Idiot child was beside himself with excitement. Lucky it was only Emily. She’s harmless.

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    1. Heh, I like the stab at the paranormal investigators. I always do wonder how they'd react if faced with something real and malign. Emily is fast becoming a favorite character.

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    2. entertaining, attention grabbing, more please...

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  9. Congratulations Antonia! The Captain must be pleased. Missed last week due to study commitments, but that's done and dusted, so back to writing again.


    State of Happiness

    He’d spent months plying her with gifts and tempting her from sensibility, while building a ladder to her fragile gossamer defences and picking away fine outer layers until she’d fallen in love with him.

    Now, after months of standing at an imaginary cliff face staring at a greasy, colourless world, he was ready to step into his well-planned reality. A state of happiness.

    Meticulous by nature, everything had to be just so. Drawn curtains. Sweets and chocolate. Candles. But no music. He didn’t like music much.

    She didn’t mind.

    ‘I like your school uniform,’ he said. And closed the door.

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    1. This chills me to the bone, mostly because of how very plausible it is. You remind us that horror is real, almost commonplace.

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    2. one of the hallmarks of true horror is basing it firmly in reality. I just rejected a story for one of my anthologies because the author had forgotten that, logic had gone out of the window. Here it is firmly put in front of us, in all its horrific detail. Beautifully written, cold and horrifying.

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  10. Impact

    Garnet pulled a loose thread, widening the ladder in the sweater her mother had knit. She tried to remember mum’s blonde curls bouncing as she laughed at a joke. Garnet had been funny, then. But the image would not come, supplanted by cornflower blue eyes wide with fear, body tilting at sickening angles as the car spun on grease-slicked road, rolling over and over, filling with smells of piss and blood and smoke.

    Garnet had crawled from the crumpled wreckage of her life, just inches from the cliff. Freed from the hospital at last, it was time to go over.

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    1. so much in this, so much drama and truth. Loved it.

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  11. And now, my friends, the gates are closed. Winners and words will be up tomorrow, after I come in from the garden (and perhaps a soak in the tub to wash off said garden).

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