tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post7155748399229331423..comments2024-03-28T07:30:54.930+00:00Comments on The Prediction: All treats, no tricksSandra Davieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-48212625123430847662015-11-06T04:55:04.905+00:002015-11-06T04:55:04.905+00:00Welcome Rosy, an impressive beginning - especially...Welcome Rosy, an impressive beginning - especially the intriguing opening sentence. Hope you'll be back for more. Re the timezone - if it's here when I come to judge Friday morning (me never being up at midnight, since I'm and early bird) I usually include it.Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-36337462432056333202015-11-06T04:03:22.967+00:002015-11-06T04:03:22.967+00:00Extremely cute. The viewpoint of a meeting from th...Extremely cute. The viewpoint of a meeting from the aspect of an animal. I "see" a cat, but I suppose it could be anything with whiskers. Nicely done and very impressive first attempt.Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-14013286003526770702015-11-06T01:54:04.530+00:002015-11-06T01:54:04.530+00:00Hello! Here's my first attempt at flash fictio...Hello! Here's my first attempt at flash fiction, still on time in my timezone, but late for the deadline. Oops.<br /><br /><b> A Meeting? </b><br /><br />As she approached the appointed location a whisker grazed something it had never felt before. It seemed to pulse as she paused, reverberating within her. She twitched reflexively. Something, she sensed, was reaching out to her. A bite would Rosie Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04081720470707818925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-49528015744160376882015-11-05T20:43:06.531+00:002015-11-05T20:43:06.531+00:00This was such a smoothly paced entry and the word ...This was such a smoothly paced entry and the word prompts so cleverly intertwined. I would definitely say you haven't gathered even a miniscule particle of rust. Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-87018124870342341762015-11-05T18:44:30.656+00:002015-11-05T18:44:30.656+00:00Welcome back, Zoe - I'd say this is far from r...Welcome back, Zoe - I'd say this is far from rusty - you obviously wrapped your Prediction skills in a pungent oil. I'm especially enchanted by 'knuckle-cant'.Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-85493777266830480642015-11-05T18:29:51.948+00:002015-11-05T18:29:51.948+00:00This is one hell of a cliffhanger. Intriguing piec...This is one hell of a cliffhanger. Intriguing piece and the prompt words blended so seamlessly. I am really enjoying this serial. Can't wait for the next installment.Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-7251820746122709072015-11-05T18:14:10.923+00:002015-11-05T18:14:10.923+00:00It's been a while.... hi :D
Hope I am not too ...It's been a while.... hi :D<br />Hope I am not too rusty...<br /><br /><b>Once you stop learning…</b><br />----------------------------------------<br /><br />The crack of Marthia's adamantine cane reverberated round the group sensorium; Densee nearly buckled as her consciousness uncoupled from the sensory stone. Her teammates prone about her, groaning; stunned by their counterparts' Zoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16987005317078003154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-30675405888009846962015-11-05T11:22:25.440+00:002015-11-05T11:22:25.440+00:00And then? And then? Kai, once again you've suc...And then? And then? Kai, once again you've sucked me into this story, satisfied with lovely phrases, then left me dangling.Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-62816987490342425692015-11-05T11:14:44.838+00:002015-11-05T11:14:44.838+00:00The Immortal 15
Death’s orders reverberated withi...<b>The Immortal 15</b><br /><br />Death’s orders reverberated within me. I knew I should kill her and be done with it, but what can I say. I’m a sucker for the more graceful sex. The way her ass swayed from left to right with every step made all my senses tingle.<br /><br />I couldn’t just extinguish that flame of life without savoring some of its heat. My steps quickened to catch up with her. Kai Delmashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14913623803715499069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-12452546935582758812015-11-05T01:58:10.368+00:002015-11-05T01:58:10.368+00:00Love...love...LOVE this. It's just so atmosphe...Love...love...LOVE this. It's just so atmospheric. You really must make every effort possible to continue this. It would be a grave injustice to leave us all hanging now.Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-76276375010112355352015-11-05T01:56:23.326+00:002015-11-05T01:56:23.326+00:00Thank you, Bill. I'm not sure what took me the...Thank you, Bill. I'm not sure what took me there. I think my quill veered toward a dark turn somewhere along the way. I seem to be creating remarkably morbid pieces lately. I'll have to go in search of the more humorous next week.Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-46164149165669590852015-11-04T21:09:55.943+00:002015-11-04T21:09:55.943+00:00What will it take to make you promise? What especi...What will it take to make you promise? What especially appeals (partly because of what I've been reading lately) is that you've the hard bitten, punchy impact but are telling it in complex, elegant sentences.. Very impressive. And love the final line.Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-91369619151856478122015-11-04T20:20:14.584+00:002015-11-04T20:20:14.584+00:00Trying something new - a continuation of a previou...Trying something new - a continuation of a previous story. I make no promises that this will keep up but the prompts just worked out this way.<br /><br /><b>Between a Girl and a Hard Place</b><br /><br />Dames - you can't ever make 'em happy, but somehow you keep trying anyway. She comes sashaying through my door because of an ex - maybe the one that replaced me, who knows - he's Bill Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08049211051802893173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-59192731470453979952015-11-04T20:09:26.733+00:002015-11-04T20:09:26.733+00:00Patricia - that line is dark, disturbing, horrifyi...Patricia - that line is dark, disturbing, horrifying, twisted, and a perfect punch to one's innards at the end of the story. I've occasionally surprised myself by discovering something that just *needs* to be put into a story, but it's much darker than I would expect. Sometimes that's a bit scary, and I'm not always brave enough to go with it. Bravo for writing that line the Bill Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08049211051802893173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-82670932615106851762015-11-04T18:54:11.348+00:002015-11-04T18:54:11.348+00:00Never that Patricia - I'm sorry for giving tha...<b>Never</b> that Patricia - I'm sorry for giving that impression when I was only admiring, and commenting, at gut-level, how it made me feel. And I don't think you could write distasteful.Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-37985396749532469182015-11-04T18:18:14.823+00:002015-11-04T18:18:14.823+00:00Thank you for clarification, Sandra. I feared I...Thank you for clarification, Sandra. I feared I'd crossed the line into the realm of offensive and distasteful writing. That can sometimes be so easy to do. Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-83729263177687987512015-11-04T04:22:55.381+00:002015-11-04T04:22:55.381+00:00Perhaps the better word was 'horrorful' - ...Perhaps the better word was 'horrorful' - certainly the visions in my head were that - skillful writing, an.d made the more so by the beauty of the third sentence. .Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-74889779196360064532015-11-04T02:52:49.233+00:002015-11-04T02:52:49.233+00:00I really don't know what to say about this pie...I really don't know what to say about this piece. I know it's part of a continuation but there's a feeling here that it could really stand alone. I believe this might be my favourite installment thus far. And I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal "my blood a necklace round his throat" to be used by me at a future point in time and hope nobody makes the connection.Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-43939778246935049402015-11-04T02:50:05.370+00:002015-11-04T02:50:05.370+00:00Kick-ass last line here. As always, the flow is im...Kick-ass last line here. As always, the flow is impeccable and the story forward moving. What a heart wrenching turn of phrase is "one misbegotten six-year old."Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-79473006129229038512015-11-04T02:32:46.281+00:002015-11-04T02:32:46.281+00:00Oh my goodness, Sandra. Was it really THAT bad? I ...Oh my goodness, Sandra. Was it really THAT bad? I do apologize. Feel free to delete. :(Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-86719891582089542442015-11-03T20:08:00.565+00:002015-11-03T20:08:00.565+00:00Horrible, horrible, that final line. And 'term...Horrible, horrible, that final line. And 'termagant' - oh yes!Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-42184423388761762252015-11-03T20:05:50.550+00:002015-11-03T20:05:50.550+00:00Knowledge of death [Threshold 87]
Last night besi...<b>Knowledge of death [Threshold 87]</b><br /><br />Last night beside him.<br />Like men marching endlessly across a field of hollow skulls, the knowledge reverberated deep within. Wire, barbed and razor sharp, tightened inexorably around my heart: I’d not live long without him. <br />I vowed not to waste a moment in sleep. <br />Past midnight a crack of knuckle-bones, a barely-breathed oath. Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-12325033683010579572015-11-01T20:20:29.284+00:002015-11-01T20:20:29.284+00:00To The Bone
(98 Words)
He didn't know how lon...To The Bone<br />(98 Words)<br /><br />He didn't know how long he'd been alone. He had no sense of time anymore. The silence was palpable, something that reverberated with a life of its own. <br /><br />Hunger had become a detached entity, an exacting termagant that demanded satisfaction on a regular basis. Sometimes, he thought he could see it crouching by the water, just within his Patricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-29975663500770307362015-11-01T16:32:32.375+00:002015-11-01T16:32:32.375+00:00Read this three times before I spotted the prompts...Read this three times before I spotted the prompts. Love the visual of Marmalade's paused paw.Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187530862792892291.post-777002814484471692015-11-01T16:05:04.146+00:002015-11-01T16:05:04.146+00:00Cripplegate Junction/Part 19-Caterwauls And Chatel...Cripplegate Junction/Part 19-Caterwauls And Chatelaines<br />(99 Words)<br /><br />In the Grand Dame's carriage, the sleeping boy was jarred to consciousness by the sharp rap of a chatelaine across his knuckles. Pitiful caterwauling reverberated the length of the platform as he was transported by his ear toward the dining car.<br /><br />Marmalade paused, whiskers quivering, one paw raised inPatricia Purvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09920488641153954463noreply@blogger.com