drive embrace, omen
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maximum (excluding title) of flash fiction or poetry using all three words in
the genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialised fiction is,
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Dead Livestock - Finally Free Serial # 3
ReplyDeleteThe Sheriff sat back and sighed. He hated paperwork. He didn’t have to embrace it, but he had to get it done. Until the paperwork was finished and filed or passed along, he couldn’t relax. Finally, he could kickback.
The phone rang.
“Sheriff Wilkins.”
“Wilky, you gotta come….
“Sam, calm yourself, …. If I drive down there and it’s another ………
“No false alarm Wilky… Promise. ….I told you it were a bad omen not tossing Martha in jail.”
“Why, what’s she done now?”
“She’s gone plumb crazy. She’s … she’s killin my livestock.”
“With what? I took her shotgun.”
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Dialogue always an effective way to tell a story.
DeleteWith what, indeed! Wilky better be careful with this one.
DeleteA FITTING ENDING
ReplyDelete“The grave’s a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.”
Arthur Irwin smiled upon quoting Andrew Marvel’s ‘To His Coy Mistress’, for he considered those lines an omen, a guide for him.
A narrow dirt road led him to a patch of woods and the hole within he had dug the day before.
Arthur positioned two bodies cuddling each other in the hole. One was his wife, who was cheating on him. The other was her lover, who was also his mistress.
He smiled and said, “Mr. Marvel… ‘But two I think do there embrace.’ ”
Yes indeed, impressively, smoothly clever,
DeleteClever take on a complicated notion. I like it
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ReplyDelete‘“‘Took the life of his favourite wife.” First thought, she died birthing me; my life thereby deemed forfeit? In which case, who the woman I called mother? Certainly not sufficiently favoured for Egesa to so much as embrace her. (Nor she driven to desire it: his arrival clearly deemed more bad omen than deserving open-armed welcome.) And the man I half-assumed my father, so minimally present I was never sure. Sure only in my determination to eschew all attentions Egesa paid to me. As much from stubborn devilment as fear. An exercise of female power, having seen he disliked it.
Some interesting questions arose in this episode, Sandra.
DeleteBased on a True Story?
ReplyDeleteOn the drive into the city, Jeff, her current conquest, raised the thorny issue of the latest Omen movie.
'Why won’t you won't come with me?' he complained. 'You should embrace the occult. It's just a bit of fun.'
'The occult isn't supposed to be fun,' she said. 'And I embrace it far more than you know.'
'What's that supposed to mean?' he asked.
She sighed and pulled into hard shoulder, 666 birthmark throbbing.
'I'm not keen on biopics,' she said, eyes sparking viciously red. 'And I hate the way the Omen franchise has changed the gender of the Antichrist.'
Jeff, I fear, should have left well enough alone.
DeleteSmoothly-suggested hint of trouble brewing.
ReplyDeleteThe Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 276
ReplyDelete‘Listen up,’ Sarg told the four ‘Dillo’s, ‘this is the sorta place omens, portents and thoughtless drivel kin run amuck, so keep a clear head and remember, secrecy’s key.
The Dillos nodded.
Aggie adjusted her tool-belt, ‘Ok lads are you ready to embrace a bit of hard graft?’
The other ‘Dillos nodded again.
Aggie grinned, ‘First, this opening needs shoring up properly, Wally that’s your job. The rest of us’ll get started moving stuff around the opening at the top of the burrow. The sooner those two places are secure and defendable, the quicker we can sort out what’s in-between.’
What an efficient, entertaining and so vivid a briefing from the ever-impatful Sarg.
DeleteSarge, Aggie and the Dillos are always up to something interesting.
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