Damn, damn, damn. Sorry to hear this, but maybe it's an indication Prediction has run its course? I am finding it increasingly hard -- because of other writing commitments -- to find time to post anything worthwhile. What do you - you bold but very few -- think?
The Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 251
The hidden listener was Venice. A whisper twittered through the huddle of gerbils but died abruptly as Namwec glanced in their direction. ‘Well, Soldag,’ her question barbed with venom was aimed at Venice, ‘I assume they’ve gone?’’ Venice drew himself up and puffed his fur with impotent importance. ‘My name is Venice, Namwec.’ Namwec hissed and barred her teeth, ‘Quiet, turncoat, or I will peel you like an onion. If I choose to call you traitor then that shall be your name. Understand, Soldag.’ Wilting like a parched plant, Venice nodded. ‘They heard we’re concentrating on this mobile armadillo force.’
still not accepting my 100 word entry :-( .. looking back to the 2nd nov there is huge gap between the entries i think thats when my problem started .
ReplyDeleteDamn, damn, damn. Sorry to hear this, but maybe it's an indication Prediction has run its course? I am finding it increasingly hard -- because of other writing commitments -- to find time to post anything worthwhile. What do you - you bold but very few -- think?
ReplyDeleteI would hate to see the Prediction scrapped.
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ReplyDeleteThe hidden listener was Venice.
A whisper twittered through the huddle of gerbils but died abruptly as Namwec glanced in their direction.
‘Well, Soldag,’ her question barbed with venom was aimed at Venice, ‘I assume they’ve gone?’’
Venice drew himself up and puffed his fur with impotent importance.
‘My name is Venice, Namwec.’
Namwec hissed and barred her teeth, ‘Quiet, turncoat, or I will peel you like an onion.
If I choose to call you traitor then that shall be your name. Understand, Soldag.’
Wilting like a parched plant, Venice nodded. ‘They heard we’re concentrating on this mobile armadillo force.’