Yet again – and with gratitude – I contemplate the task of choosing a ‘winner’ and am unable to separate Terrie and Jim in the quality, skill and enjoyment of the uses to which the week’s prompt were used – nor for their participation in the form of comments. Very much keeping this site alive, for which I truly thank you.
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.
Well done Jim I always enjoy reading your entries, and thank you for the vote Sandra, I look forward to your weekly offerings too.
ReplyDeleteAs always the pleasure and challenge of writing 100 words keeps my writing game on its toes and prompts me to continue scribbling .
I'm with you Terrie, on 'keeping the writing game on its toes'. Looking back at early Raven episodes , I seem to have been much more colourful; need to regain that more widely across all my writing.
Deletethought is was about time we went back and found out how Sarg was coping with Molochs onslaught so here is ...
ReplyDeleteThe Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 232
Chewing dirt, and spitting blood, Moloch nose-planted among pebbles. ‘Kill them, kill them all,’ he screeched.
Rats rippled urgently in a groundswell of fur.
In that moment the noise along the tunnel was deafening as Moloch’s shrieking melded into the frenzied squealing of rats and deep ‘Dillo roars.
The ‘Dillos adapted to the chaos using secret signals, and tail motions to maintain their defence, for defence it was, as they retreated down the tunnels.
As the struggle continued the smell of blood clotted the air and single Dillos began vanishing, unnoticed, down secretly marked side-tunnels toward trap-loaded exits and freedom.
SO full of vivid action, this leaves me breathless.
DeleteAntoni says: chewing dirt and spittihng blood sounds like a goodly amount of neighvours for some... (hahahahaha - or is it??) and say this is one excellent instalment, vivid with - well, blood and dirt, very likely...
Delete"Rats rippled urgently in a groundswell of fur"... how good is that? Wonderful, Terrie!
DeleteI meant to delete that earlier comment, Sandra, could you remove it for me, please? Not saying I am confused right now but it looks like I jumped a few days... (and yes , I am, very confused at the moment... - the forgetting isn't too bad but the actual 'doing' something can go astray quite dramatically... going to try, this week's entries.
ReplyDeleteDeleted as requested, Antonia. Wishing you success with this week's words, while sympathising with the confusion.
DeleteAntonia - than ks! Sandra! it wikl sort itself eause pelople smarter than me with finan ces and filing an d ...are busy workin g so it could be etter than eer!! And give me time to write my Prediction pieces - for a change! OK, go go... stray fingers and wild thoughts, someone took a moment and wrote China Angel. So be it.
DeleteFATAL OVERSIGHT
ReplyDelete“Men, chew on this momentarily,” Sergeant Rudy barked. “Adapt quickly to the situation at hand or die!”
“What’s this adapt-or-die crap?” Rowdy Dawson asked of J. Byrd, his Special Forces partner.
“Didn’t read the pre-meeting directive, did you, Rowdy?” answered Byrd.
“I didn’t, Byrdie.” Was that a mistake?”
Byrdie scoffed. “Let’s just say you won’t have to worry about it too long.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rowdy mumbled.
“Gentlemen, react!” Sergeant Rudy screamed.
All did. Some pulled out a knife; others assumed a defensive position.
All did, except Rowdy, who stood dumbfounded as Byrdie’s knife plunged into his chest.
A somewhat shockingly short-sighted approach to maintaining manpower, brutally told.
DeleteWell now, Rowdy, shouda read the directive now shouldn't you. Definitely wont be making that mistake ever again.
DeleteA darkly humorous and sharp piece of writing as usual .
captured me so completely I overlooked getting the prompts in...so -
Deletetoday was Pivot Day, a determined effort to turning man's back on himself., to send the items needed by wire or ancient pony (the origiinal ancient pony and by now it is confusing enugh to know the blind letter writer took the china angels and
left the location
for you to know the blind letter witer(aka who knows?) lost his battle with the highway and the youth who launched humself into rigidity went home.
Thne china angel wre waiting - for the veryh lat time.
[Threshold 443]
ReplyDelete“Solva”
Several moments delving into would-be buried memories brought little in the way of confident identification and the increasingly painful sensation of wasp-like insects – presumably having undergone some evolutionary adaptation to become carnivorous – chewing diagonal stripes across my belly badly distracted.
My head buzzed. I felt myself grow dizzy. With difficulty I attempted to speak, to alert Raven, but my throat was closing and I knew I was inaudible.
Then, blessedly, above the noise in my head, a shout. Indigo Eyes. He’d recognised I was in danger. That Raven, in some way responsible, the only man to save me.
i am eagerly waiting for the next instalment Sandra . Ireally liked the last three short sentences they really added a sense of urgency to the piece.
DeleteChange of focus [522]
ReplyDeleteOn Philly’s ending the call. Pettinger found himself momentarily frowning as he returned phone to pocket, chewing over what he’d heard Not the words so much as her tone of voice. Reminded him of an occasion when a kidnap victim had called the station for help, unable to say what was happening because the kidnapper had been within earshot. He’d adapted the PACE recommended style so as to elicit only yes or no replies, whilst writing instructions for a colleague to read.
Was it possible Philly was being similarly held?
ooh Pettinger .. you better go find out if all is ok on the Homefront. cleverly intimated information so as to make us as readers rethink the situation along with our detective.
DeleteAntonia says- oh yes, highly possible one person is being held and needing some innovative ides to get free, and who else would sweep their way out of this predicament than Pettinger? He's surmounted many a dangerous situation before now, I will be sad on the day he loses the battle...meantime, keep the cliff hanger endings coming!!!
Deletethis is Antonia 's offering for this week.China Angel... - title China An gels
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to adapt when the world has been stable, predictable,ever in the right place and moment. Not been away long enough to show someone how a business could be run, (with time to chew over deciions, btw) and visit the very spot you inducted the staff and sellers in elementary adapting of thougts to a whole differernt way of life. Enjoy. Go grab what you can while you can. It will all e oer soon enolugh. Just the blood left behind.
Oh, and the box of china angels. You should see them trying to great them with their teeth..no hands available...
We have the requisite tools, machete , chain saw, sharp ultra sharpened more? it will be fujn in town tonight. I'm no
pt from here - nor are the othrs, let's go enjoy
Alongside a machete and a chainsaw I never expected a box of china angels to create such a foreboding sense of doom as these ones have Antonia.
DeleteEnjoy, indeed! Stay outta' town tonight! Very interesting, Antonia.
Delete"Just the blood left behind.
ReplyDeleteOh, and the box of china angels." - deliciously inventive, and chilling.