Because having been nigh on a week without internet (changing suppliers not as problem-free as hoped) I’ll supply words for the week and get round to reading last week’s entries as soon as time permits. (And thank you for the 'January's gome' suggestion, Patricia; I've not yet followed that up.
Words for next week : boil funnel wither
Entries
by midnight Thursday 15th February, words
and winners posted Friday 16th
Usual rules: 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. Serialised fiction is, as
always, welcome. All variants and uses of the words and stems are fine.
Glad you managed to get the internet problem solved ,Sandra.
ReplyDeleteThe Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 260
ReplyDeleteAggie nodded, ‘I know it’s a mess of garboiled roots but I’m sure can get through without shiftin’ anymore dirt.’
‘No sniffin’ about more than yuh need to,’ warned Sarg, ‘just see z’actly whereabouts we made it to. No hanging about; no taking chances.’
Aggie nodded again and with a quick wriggle disappeared into the thin funnel of tangled roots and slack soil.
‘Hope she’s ok in there, Sarg,’ the big 'Dillo whispered.
Sarg shot him a withering glare, ‘You know her name means “brave in battle”, don’t yuh? As long as she don’t try any heroics, she’ll be ok.’
I don't think I'd want to be in Aggie's shoes.
DeleteEnviably smooth use of prompts, Terrie.
DeleteWithout success, I have tried to enter episodes as well as compliments on the other entries. I kept getting an error message. I shall continue trying.
ReplyDeleteHmm... the above message was published. I entered https://prediction.blogspot.com/ in my browser. Perhaps that is the key.
ReplyDeleteThat was me ,Terrie by the way ... i forgot to sign in.
DeleteBless you Sandra . I also went and had a play with my blogger site which has just been sitting there for more months than it should . I wanted to change colours and text but , like you, i found it confusing to navigate . Don't give up ... I'm not going to .
DeleteI have had a totally ignorant play about with 'site settings'. No idea whether that makes a difference. Another possibility is to make you administrators. Worth a try?
ReplyDeleteExcept that I now cannot find out how to appoint another administrator :-(
DeleteThresholds new[8
ReplyDeleteRaven’s claim to have changed I took seriously.
In appearance, certainly not – he still the ebony giant who terrified me at first sight, I already fearing my survival at the hands of a group of self-entitled testosterone-fuelled youths. (His withering despatch of all eight in as many minutes, funnelling boiling outrage at their intended humiliation of my pregnant state was impressive, but hardly endearing. A sharp contrast to his tenderness as he delivered my premature son.
In the many months of our adventuring he’d killed many times. But I would not have him change. Not too much.
Me thinks you should reconsider your feelings for Raven. You certainly can't trust him, Sandra.
DeleteI'm also not totally sure about Raven . I teeter between like and admiration for his strength, tenacity and glimpses of true feeling and then i find some weeks I dislike his brash, closed off ,almost emotionless, bravado.
DeleteI think this means you have created a really good anti hero Sandra.
HOME COOKING
ReplyDeleteRandy came to suddenly, his body burning as though some wicked entity was boiling his blood with a blowtorch. His scream drew a response from nearby.
“Funnel that distress elsewhere, Randy. I’m not moved. Think how you’d feel without the knock-out and immobilizing drugs I administer.
“This wouldn’t be necessary had you not lost your job then gambled away our savings.”
Randy sinkingly realized his wife was right.
“Did you expect me to just wither away, Randy? A body has to eat, you know, and you are keeping me fed.
Tonight I made a tasty fillet of your left thigh.”
Randy certainly getting his come-uppance! And his wife has a good way with words.
Delete'Mrs. Randy' is a tough cookie. I wonder if she has already given thought as to what she will do when poor Randy is totally consumed. The mail man better watch out!
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