A week planned in Scotland, fingers crossed, visiting (among other places) the western Islands of Skye and Mull. Neither of us big on walking, long distance or uphill, but nevertheless expect to enjoy what each has to offer.
Words for the coming week: detonate
lip spice
Entries by midnight Thursday 5th May, new words posted Friday 6th
Usual rules: 100 words maximum (excluding title) of flash fiction or poetry using all three words above in the genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialised fiction is, as always, welcome. All variants and uses of the words and stems are fine. Feel free to post links to your stories on Twitter or Facebook or whichever.
All last weeks offereings were brilliant, so thank you for choosing the 'Dillo diaries, Sandra. I am having such fun writing their story .
ReplyDeleteCongrats, Terrie!
Delete@Sandra - A visit to Scotland sounds wonderful.
You certainly earned the top spot, Terrie. Congrats!
Deletethis is going to make one hell of a great book, Terrie!
DeleteThe Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 189
ReplyDeleteSkirting alongside bushy undergrowth, Sarg visited her well-hidden sentries and ensured their safety, before heading toward a patch of tremulous, stiff-stemmed, lipweed plants, swaying and detonating their spicy pollen into the breeze.
Valley folk disliked the pungent scent of lip-weed and avoided the plant but Sarg paid no attention to the reeking odour. It made a perfect lookout post with a view of nearly all approaching trails.
Dusted in drifting pollen, she stanced among the stinky, mottled, stalks and studied the landscape.
It was uncommonly quiet and, despite the breeze, oppressive warmth rolled over the ground like an omen.
Loved your use of 'detonation' and imagining Sarg watching from the swaying lipweed plants.
DeleteNice, Terrie. The story was enhanced even further by your great descriptive language.
Deletean excellent instalment, lots of mind pictures, always good.
DeleteRhyme-Time Gazette
ReplyDeleteIssue 5
Rhyme Town baker shop shelves noticeably empty after ‘lip smacking spiced -buns, half-price sale’.
Farm-fire updates- Evidence at MacDonald’s farm could implicate four little ducks caught singing ‘pen is burning, pen is burning, fetch the engine, fetch the engine, fire, fire, ‘whilst paddling in nearby pond.
On-the-spot- reporter, Peter Piper, reveals lack of corpses proves fire deliberately detonated to hide daring chicken and egg theft.
McDonald points finger at sheep-minders.
Breaking news -Sheep-minders, Peep and Blue, found indecently ‘resting’ under haystack, deny accusation of arson and report shadowy, sack carrying, figure, seen jogging. at speed, into nearby woods.
Haha so many suspects! Loved imagining the ducks paddling and singing in the pond. So fun!
DeleteI think Peep and Blue were really just rolling in the hay, and aren't the culprits. I bet you have a lot of fun writing this.
DeleteI suspect on-the-spot reporter Peter Piper to be the culprit!
Deleteit really is fun, loving this!
DeleteThe Femme Fatale
ReplyDeleteThe general had an infamous history. Rape and genocide mainly. But she had him in her thrall. He had begged for one night with her. She had licked her lips and breathed promises of fellatio. The key to his room was in her possession.
Now the assassin must be deployed. Her mechanical doppelgänger was her identical in every way, animated by silent circuitry beneath synthetic flesh. Microscopic incendiaries embedded in her painted cuticles. Her lipstick was spiced with intelligent nitro-glycerine, ready to detonate on contact with his DNA. He would suspect nothing till she literally blew off his balls.
Oh man, a cringe may have just passed through me. I wonder who this anonymous, very entertaining writer is. Nicely done.
DeleteOof. I'm now imagining a world where there are many mechanical assassins and wondering what else they might get up to. Clever use of spice. :)
DeleteThe general, it appears, is getting exactly what he deserves.
Deletetough writing and vivid at that, good one!
DeleteIn Pursuit of Violence [15]
ReplyDeleteLady Gray’s decorating style is something I would call post-detonation. There’s messy, and then there’s the aftermath of whatever violent act scattered her belongings up and across the walls and floor.
“Friends!” Gray’s spice-black lips curve in obvious delight. “Welcome!”
“Hi, Gray.” I prod a pillow-topped settee then sit, satisfied no forgotten weaponry lurks beneath.
The others echo my greeting as Gray leaps cat-like atop a table, her barbed tail curling over her shoulder.
“We need your help,” Rach says.
“Oh?” Gray inhales. “Is it goblins you’re seeking?”
I hear Rach loosen her sword. “Please tell me they’re here.”
Love post detonation decorating. A gem among many gems in this one.
DeleteIt appears Rach is out for blood.
Deleteyou know, it would be easy to become worried about the fate of the goblins, but - perhaps not, they must have lots of hidden nastiness...
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ReplyDeleteThe Unabomber’s Sister
ReplyDeleteDecked out in pumpkin spice lip gloss and five in heels, Andrea set out on the town. Her silk skirt swished as she walked.
Unfortunately, the town wasn’t ready for Andrea.
The place was practically deserted. She looked around in disbelief, the detonator loosely held in her hand. Apparently, she’d picked a bad time to make her debut.
She pursed her shiny lips. No way was she going to bomb an empty town. She got in her explosive laden van and headed south, toward greener pastures.
This creates a very striking image in my head of annoyed Andrea in an empty street. I hope her next target learns she's on her way!
Deleteyou can almost sense her annoyed disappointment while she asks who told on her so everyone got out of her way...
DeleteI hope she's not headed my way, John. Again... a very creative episode from you.
ReplyDeleteI had trouble dropping this in... hope it worked this time.
ReplyDeleteThe anonymous above is I after having trouble inserting ANTICIPATION I.
DeleteI have repeatedly tried to insert an entry, but cannot get it to publish. Oh my!
ReplyDeleteOof. Sorry we're missing your entry this week!
DeleteSpeaking Too Soon
ReplyDeleteThe killer stared into the dull, resigned eyes of his victim and laughed. ‘I could detonate anything in here, you’d not survive. I might.’
‘You you you got no – no – nothing against me…’ said around a rush of blood and teeth, like some obscure spiced delicacy. His lip curled. What would a peasant like him know about class cuisine?
“Me? Have something against you? Foolish person.’
“Then wh- wh- wh- what am I-“
The knife, which had moved on every chopped off word, sank to the hilt in the killer’s chest.
Always pay attention to the hands! Can't say I feel very sorry for the killer.
DeleteThe Mad Italian
ReplyDeleteThe Mad Italian
It seems very easy to detonate word bombs in your houses of Parliament, where those who know talk to those who don’t and build a group based on spicy gossip and innuendo, and how much of it all do we accept as truth? Lips spill side muttered comments, pretending we are settling for the meat when in truth we are looking for the spice, it is a natural normal thing which gossips – and the MPs are full of it. A buttoned lip is the only answer but how much coercion does one need to talk…
Spice hunting unfortunately seems to be a favorite for newscasters as well.
DeleteI'm choosing Holly as my winner this week, whilst appreciating how tough it is for Sandra to choose every week!
ReplyDeleteHollys entry gets my vote too
DeleteInternet connection being dodgy, I'm suggesting mist, ferry and pass as prompt words for nexr week
ReplyDeleteOoo those are good words!
DeleteIt is so hard to choose winners! I know Terrie won last week but I loved the newest installment of The Secret Armadillo Soldier (I can practically smell the pollen!). John's scene was also quite visually striking so...if I can't offer up two winners, I'll pick John. :)
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