Back last night from a holiday staying in places which, for the most part, lacked the space to look at a laptop (and, anyway, places to go, things to do ...) but today (as well as unpacking and washing) requires I post some new prompt words for the coming week, so have a go at crumple, peg and powder.
Entries by midnight Thursday 19th September, new words Friday 20th
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. ...
The Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 289
ReplyDeleteSarg sought out the digger who’d dragged her out of the collapsed and watery tunnel.
‘I got a small team of diggers working the opposite end, leadin’ t’ burial burrows.
Soil’s a bit gnarly and powdery and there’s’ a couple of other snags too. Keep an ear out fer em when I’m not around.
Left Aggie in charge and told her to send any reports or digging issues your way.’
‘Ah, Agnomena, good choice. Knows her stuff, won’t crumple under pressure. I seen her peg up the starts of a cave in, almost single-handed. She’ll get the job done, Sarg.’
Efficient use of prompt words, Terrie, and another superb episode.
ReplyDeleteIn Search of the Lost World
ReplyDeleteThe pegs wouldn't hold in the powdery chalk of the soil. Not long after they'd been hammered in they'd come loose and the tent would crumple in on itself. He looked at the map, still unable to figure out the exact location of the caverns that would lead him to the lost world beyond. The horizon flickered, exposing a glitch in the software.
'Give me a break,' he said, head craned skyward. 'I've been trapped here for three weeks now.'
As ever the invisible gods of the simulation remained ominously silent.