Here's my entry to today's #HumpDayChallenge hosted at Tracey Hansen Will Write for Food
Prompts: Cruise, Decade, Sizzle, Dice, Regret
Dear Sir:
It is with deepest regret that we inform you of the cancellation of your cruise aboard the Dynamic Star.
During an ill-fated dice game, it was revealed that the Activities Coordinator, Stephan, was involved in a decade long affair with the Chef’s wife. Chef Raul was furious and the two men became entangled in a physical brawl.
The brawl continued into the kitchen, where Raul overpowered Stephan. Chef Raul was found laughing merrily in the kitchen while Stephan’s testicles sizzled on the flattop, a bloody meat cleaver lying nearby. Stephan was never found.
Sincerely,
Antonio
Dynamic Star Concierge
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Flash Fiction - Tuesday Tales - Week 8
Because I apparently don't have entirely enough to do, I started participating in another flash fiction contest. This one is hosted by Glitterlady on her blog: Glitter Word
The contest is similiar to others; 100 word limit, prompt to write from is a word and a picture.
Prompt: Shoal and picture of water pouring
It was hypnotic, the way the water tumbled from the waterfall onto the shoal below. I stared into the pulsating flow, watching the minute images reflected on the jumbling surface, small bits of the world refracted for an instant.
I glanced at my feet, sunken ankle deep into the pool. The current of the shallow was swift, much faster than it appeared. As the water moved around my feet, it looked like little fingers were racing across my skin and bones, miniature eddies stirring in the wake.
Kneeling, I trailed my fingers into the water, forming gashes as it moved.
The contest is similiar to others; 100 word limit, prompt to write from is a word and a picture.
Prompt: Shoal and picture of water pouring
It was hypnotic, the way the water tumbled from the waterfall onto the shoal below. I stared into the pulsating flow, watching the minute images reflected on the jumbling surface, small bits of the world refracted for an instant.
I glanced at my feet, sunken ankle deep into the pool. The current of the shallow was swift, much faster than it appeared. As the water moved around my feet, it looked like little fingers were racing across my skin and bones, miniature eddies stirring in the wake.
Kneeling, I trailed my fingers into the water, forming gashes as it moved.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 70
This week's entry. I didn't participate last week due to being on vacation. :)
#5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: Pale light, broken apart into individual beams by the thick diamondglass of the skylight, cast stark shadows on the faces of the four men seated around a small table.
Pale light, broken apart into individual beams by the thick diamondglass of the skylight, cast stark shadows on the faces of the four men seated around a small table. The men said not a word, but watched the center of the table in awe. Only their breaths and the occasional thump from the table could be heard.
The four men had been brought together in the nondescript room with the promise of something that would change their world, something that would shift their view of the world on its axis. While the majority of them didn’t believe the claims when they walked through the plain door, they all did now.
One of the men shifted in his seat, itching to touch what was moving around on the small table. He wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked. If it was as warm as it appeared. Respectfully, he looked at the other men, seeking permission. His three companions nodded. Slowly, the enamored man reached down and scooped up what was on the table.
The tiny silver striped kitten meowed as he held her. The man gently petted her head and scratched under her chin, careful not to hold her too tightly. The kitten closed her eyes and snuggled into his hands, purring loudly. The man sighed, feeling a sense of completion he had never felt before.
#5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: Pale light, broken apart into individual beams by the thick diamondglass of the skylight, cast stark shadows on the faces of the four men seated around a small table.
Pale light, broken apart into individual beams by the thick diamondglass of the skylight, cast stark shadows on the faces of the four men seated around a small table. The men said not a word, but watched the center of the table in awe. Only their breaths and the occasional thump from the table could be heard.
The four men had been brought together in the nondescript room with the promise of something that would change their world, something that would shift their view of the world on its axis. While the majority of them didn’t believe the claims when they walked through the plain door, they all did now.
One of the men shifted in his seat, itching to touch what was moving around on the small table. He wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked. If it was as warm as it appeared. Respectfully, he looked at the other men, seeking permission. His three companions nodded. Slowly, the enamored man reached down and scooped up what was on the table.
The tiny silver striped kitten meowed as he held her. The man gently petted her head and scratched under her chin, careful not to hold her too tightly. The kitten closed her eyes and snuggled into his hands, purring loudly. The man sighed, feeling a sense of completion he had never felt before.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 68
I barely had time two weeks ago to crank out this little gem but I tried. I was a finalist but didn't win (again ... LOL). My friend Jennifer DeSantis keeps on winning. Although, I can't think of a better person to lose to every time. She's a great writer.
#5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: Finally, the digging was over
Finally, the digging was over. The damn dog just wouldn’t stop digging holes. My beautiful yard that I had spent so much time and money on could now pose as the surface of the moon.
The dog was mental, he really was. I wish I understood why my husband wanted this particular dog when there were several others at the APL that needed homes. He thought this digging was cute.
We’ll see how cute he thinks of it when he has to fill the holes in tonight.
Damn dog.
#5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: Finally, the digging was over
Finally, the digging was over. The damn dog just wouldn’t stop digging holes. My beautiful yard that I had spent so much time and money on could now pose as the surface of the moon.
The dog was mental, he really was. I wish I understood why my husband wanted this particular dog when there were several others at the APL that needed homes. He thought this digging was cute.
We’ll see how cute he thinks of it when he has to fill the holes in tonight.
Damn dog.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 67
Getting caught up again. The last few weeks have been pretty busy. This particular week wasn't my best work but here it is.
#5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start.
I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start. There would be some big bang of something exploding or something incredible that would hook the reader in. However, when I looked at this … this crap on my desk, I realized the only thing it would hook would be a nap.
Angrily, I crumbled up the few pages of crap I wrote and threw them into the metal trash can next to my desk. The can was starting to get full from all of the other bits of garbage I had tried to write.
There were so many distractions. First the kids ran in, assuming that if I was home, that meant I was available to them. Then someone would call me or text me … or the time suck of all, someone would mention me on Twitter. If I logged onto my twitter account, an hour would pass before I realized what happened. Once that happened, it was just a free pass to any kind of distraction … blog posts I just HAD to read, the news would be on, my husband would be home from work, the list was never-endin
Methinks I needed to unplug my computer, grab my notebook, and go to the park to free myself of my home distractions … maybe I could write there and make something blow up … or something worth reading.
#5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start.
I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start. There would be some big bang of something exploding or something incredible that would hook the reader in. However, when I looked at this … this crap on my desk, I realized the only thing it would hook would be a nap.
Angrily, I crumbled up the few pages of crap I wrote and threw them into the metal trash can next to my desk. The can was starting to get full from all of the other bits of garbage I had tried to write.
There were so many distractions. First the kids ran in, assuming that if I was home, that meant I was available to them. Then someone would call me or text me … or the time suck of all, someone would mention me on Twitter. If I logged onto my twitter account, an hour would pass before I realized what happened. Once that happened, it was just a free pass to any kind of distraction … blog posts I just HAD to read, the news would be on, my husband would be home from work, the list was never-endin
Methinks I needed to unplug my computer, grab my notebook, and go to the park to free myself of my home distractions … maybe I could write there and make something blow up … or something worth reading.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Game Time
A friend of mine is a librarian in the area and started a creative writing guild for area writers or anyone interested in writing. After our first few meetings, he created writing prompts for us as our 'homework' for the following meeting the next month. The prompts are a fun way to play with different styles of writing and to help keep those creative juices flowing.
Here is the prompt I wrote for this month's meeting (today) and the pictures that inspired it (he got the pictures from Cracked.com).
“Dad, I wanna play!”
The sound of electronic beeps filled the air
“Soon, son. I need to make sure this is safe for you to play.”
More sounds filled the air, followed by a congratulatory trill from a small, electronic device in the father’s hands.
“Daaaaaaad.”
“Just a second. I just need to get past .... this ... level.”
The son sat and tried to wait patiently, all the while watching his father mash buttons on the handheld game unit.
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“Dad, what do you think they are doing with that DS?” a little boy asked his father as they stood outside of the primate exhibit.
The sounds of a handheld game unit carried over to the pair, over the noise of the zoo.
“Looks like they are playing with it.”
“Do you think they’d let me play with them?” the little boy asked. “I have some cool games for my DS.”
The father chuckled and glanced at the other father behind the cement and Plexiglas barricade. They shared a look that only fathers understood.
“I don’t know, son.”
“Why?”
The father thought for a moment on how to answer his son. “Well, Alex, you didn’t bring any of your games for your DS with you.”
The boy’s face became crestfallen as he looked longingly at the father and son ape playing with the DS. “Maybe next time,” he said softly.
His dad smiled and patted his son on the head. “Next time.”
Here is the prompt I wrote for this month's meeting (today) and the pictures that inspired it (he got the pictures from Cracked.com).
"Game Time"
The sound of electronic beeps filled the air
“Soon, son. I need to make sure this is safe for you to play.”
More sounds filled the air, followed by a congratulatory trill from a small, electronic device in the father’s hands.
“Daaaaaaad.”
“Just a second. I just need to get past .... this ... level.”
The son sat and tried to wait patiently, all the while watching his father mash buttons on the handheld game unit.
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“Dad, what do you think they are doing with that DS?” a little boy asked his father as they stood outside of the primate exhibit.
The sounds of a handheld game unit carried over to the pair, over the noise of the zoo.
“Looks like they are playing with it.”
“Do you think they’d let me play with them?” the little boy asked. “I have some cool games for my DS.”
The father chuckled and glanced at the other father behind the cement and Plexiglas barricade. They shared a look that only fathers understood.
“I don’t know, son.”
“Why?”
The father thought for a moment on how to answer his son. “Well, Alex, you didn’t bring any of your games for your DS with you.”
The boy’s face became crestfallen as he looked longingly at the father and son ape playing with the DS. “Maybe next time,” he said softly.
His dad smiled and patted his son on the head. “Next time.”
Friday, September 9, 2011
The Past, Present, and Future - Week 68
Here's what I wrote for this week's prompt. I'm not sure quite why, but I felt inspired to write a story about a family impacted by 9/11 (well, haven't we all to some extent?). I'm sure it could be better written, but it is what it is.
The Past, Present, and Future
An excerpt:
The Past, Present, and Future
An excerpt:
Andrew and Cecilia were well on their way to that goal in 2001. She was pregnant with their first child and they were pet parents to a crabby but lovable orange tabby. The cat was crabby when she didn’t want to be petted and lovable when she wanted attention. It was a source of amusement for the couple to watch the moods of their mercurial cat. As Cecilia’s pregnancy progressed, her moods became even more volitle than the cat’s. Andrew didn’t find that as humorous. They also found out that Smita was expecting as well. Cecilia and Smita grew closer, sharing the bond of impending motherhood.
Like so many other days, that September morning was like any other. Never in a million years would Cecilia have thought that the last time she’d see her husband was when he left for work that morning, heading in early for an important conference call.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 66
This is the final old entry - I am now caught up! :) Yay!
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: It was green and orange and the most frightening thing he’d ever seen.
It was green and orange and the most frightening thing he’d ever seen. Seriously. Steak Diane wasn’t supposed to look like this. Paul glanced up at his wife, who was hovering with a hopeful look on her face. She had worked so hard at her culinary classes but it seemed that it was all for naught.
Plastering a smile on his face that he hoped was believable; he leaned over the plate and took a big whiff. The noxious odors coming from the plate almost made him add to the colorful mixture on the plate, but he held strong for his dear wife.
“This smells great, Katie. I can’t wait to try it,” he said, without a drop of insincerity.
“Really?” she said, her eyes brimming with happiness. “It doesn’t look quite like the picture from the recipe, but I followed it exactly,”
“I’m sure it’s fine, sweetheart,” he lied.
Katie sighed happily and sat down across from her husband. Paul cut into the pile on his plate, not sure where the steak actually was, and took a bite.
It looked better on the plate than it tasted.
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: It was green and orange and the most frightening thing he’d ever seen.
It was green and orange and the most frightening thing he’d ever seen. Seriously. Steak Diane wasn’t supposed to look like this. Paul glanced up at his wife, who was hovering with a hopeful look on her face. She had worked so hard at her culinary classes but it seemed that it was all for naught.
Plastering a smile on his face that he hoped was believable; he leaned over the plate and took a big whiff. The noxious odors coming from the plate almost made him add to the colorful mixture on the plate, but he held strong for his dear wife.
“This smells great, Katie. I can’t wait to try it,” he said, without a drop of insincerity.
“Really?” she said, her eyes brimming with happiness. “It doesn’t look quite like the picture from the recipe, but I followed it exactly,”
“I’m sure it’s fine, sweetheart,” he lied.
Katie sighed happily and sat down across from her husband. Paul cut into the pile on his plate, not sure where the steak actually was, and took a bite.
It looked better on the plate than it tasted.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 65
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: When the ten gods of the Kingdom of Rezzia went to war with the mystics of the lands of Pawelon, neither side could gain any advantage until
When the ten gods of the Kingdom of Rezzia went to war with the mystics of the lands of Pawelon, neither side could gain any advantage until the mystics discovered the one thing that would give them an edge.
Sarla, one of the researchers of Pawelon, had been digging through ancient scrolls of the times before to try to find any kind of clue on how to end the stalemate that was draining both lands of men, food, and spirit. She had looked through at least a dozen faded and worn scrolls when she found what she was looking for. It was an obscure reference to sacrifice, one that would give the Pawelon mystics the additional power they needed to overcome their oppressors.
This was no ordinary sacrifice. No goat, cow, or fowl would work. In the scroll, it outlined the bleeding of a virgin girl, and not just any virgin. This virgin had to be not only of pure body but pure spirit, and holding the power of Themsulas … something not seen in over two hundred years.
Prompt: When the ten gods of the Kingdom of Rezzia went to war with the mystics of the lands of Pawelon, neither side could gain any advantage until
When the ten gods of the Kingdom of Rezzia went to war with the mystics of the lands of Pawelon, neither side could gain any advantage until the mystics discovered the one thing that would give them an edge.
Sarla, one of the researchers of Pawelon, had been digging through ancient scrolls of the times before to try to find any kind of clue on how to end the stalemate that was draining both lands of men, food, and spirit. She had looked through at least a dozen faded and worn scrolls when she found what she was looking for. It was an obscure reference to sacrifice, one that would give the Pawelon mystics the additional power they needed to overcome their oppressors.
This was no ordinary sacrifice. No goat, cow, or fowl would work. In the scroll, it outlined the bleeding of a virgin girl, and not just any virgin. This virgin had to be not only of pure body but pure spirit, and holding the power of Themsulas … something not seen in over two hundred years.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 64
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
*tissue warning*
Prompt: It was the look in your father’s eyes that finally convinced me.
It was the look in your father’s eyes that finally convinced me. It convinced me that it was time to let go. I had held onto this pain for so long, not wanting to give it up, thinking by doing so I was giving you up. Giving you up wasn’t an option.
I had fought for you for so long. Through all the tests, through all the procedures, through all the pain, you were the focus, the goal … and once I had you, I didn’t want to let you go.
I kept you as long as I could, as long as God allowed, but it was so short, so, so short. The pain of losing you was indescribable and something I don’t think I will ever quite get rid of, but your father is right.
It’s time to move on, never to forget, but to move on. I’m pregnant again, with what I hope is your little sister. Keep her safe until she is able to join your father and I. You both are so precious to us.
Momma loves you, sweetheart. I hope to see you again.
*tissue warning*
Prompt: It was the look in your father’s eyes that finally convinced me.
It was the look in your father’s eyes that finally convinced me. It convinced me that it was time to let go. I had held onto this pain for so long, not wanting to give it up, thinking by doing so I was giving you up. Giving you up wasn’t an option.
I had fought for you for so long. Through all the tests, through all the procedures, through all the pain, you were the focus, the goal … and once I had you, I didn’t want to let you go.
I kept you as long as I could, as long as God allowed, but it was so short, so, so short. The pain of losing you was indescribable and something I don’t think I will ever quite get rid of, but your father is right.
It’s time to move on, never to forget, but to move on. I’m pregnant again, with what I hope is your little sister. Keep her safe until she is able to join your father and I. You both are so precious to us.
Momma loves you, sweetheart. I hope to see you again.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 63
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: “You point it at a group of people and it’ll obliterate everything in its path,”
“You point it at a group of people and it’ll obliterate everything in its path,” my associate tells me as I investigate the new product he gave me.
It looks so simple really. One would never think it would cause the damage that he claims, but he is most knowledgeable about such things. I have learned in the past not to doubt him. It usually didn’t end well for me.
Looking it over, I shot him one last dubious glance, but shrugged as I continued to imagine what this could do. He only stood there and watched me impassively. I laughed as my imagination ran away with me, filling my head with carnage and destruction, the likes of which have not been seen before.
“So, shall we?” I asked, failing to hide the smirk on my face.
“We shall, or should I say, you shall. You paid for it after all. My hands are clean,” he replied.
“Yes, I suppose you are right.” I sighed as I prepared myself. “Time to get the show on the road.”
I stepped forward, onto the red carpeted podium and to the microphone that was waiting. Once I stopped, the whole area quieted down in anticipation of my news.
“Today, we have for you, the world premiere of the latest Justin Bieber album!” I cried, holding the shiny silver jewel case above my head.
The roar of the crowd as soon as I uttered the teen sensation’s name was enough to break sound records. It was mind-numbing. I think the girls in the front actually fainted.
I grinned happily, as the crowd turned into a gibbering pile of goo in their excitement to get their hands on the new album. Ah, sweet success. It was devastating.
Prompt: “You point it at a group of people and it’ll obliterate everything in its path,”
“You point it at a group of people and it’ll obliterate everything in its path,” my associate tells me as I investigate the new product he gave me.
It looks so simple really. One would never think it would cause the damage that he claims, but he is most knowledgeable about such things. I have learned in the past not to doubt him. It usually didn’t end well for me.
Looking it over, I shot him one last dubious glance, but shrugged as I continued to imagine what this could do. He only stood there and watched me impassively. I laughed as my imagination ran away with me, filling my head with carnage and destruction, the likes of which have not been seen before.
“So, shall we?” I asked, failing to hide the smirk on my face.
“We shall, or should I say, you shall. You paid for it after all. My hands are clean,” he replied.
“Yes, I suppose you are right.” I sighed as I prepared myself. “Time to get the show on the road.”
I stepped forward, onto the red carpeted podium and to the microphone that was waiting. Once I stopped, the whole area quieted down in anticipation of my news.
“Today, we have for you, the world premiere of the latest Justin Bieber album!” I cried, holding the shiny silver jewel case above my head.
The roar of the crowd as soon as I uttered the teen sensation’s name was enough to break sound records. It was mind-numbing. I think the girls in the front actually fainted.
I grinned happily, as the crowd turned into a gibbering pile of goo in their excitement to get their hands on the new album. Ah, sweet success. It was devastating.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 62
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: Time
“Ugh,” I groaned as I pushed away from my desk, watching the door across the office floor open ponderously.
Every day, the same thing happened at the same time. The boss would walk out of his enclave looking like a king--or a tyrant as we usually called him—surveying his kingdom. He never actually came out on the floor, but stared from the threshold of his office door while all of his little workers scurrying away, toiling at their tasks, all for his gain.
If one of us was privileged with his glance, he may crack a smile, all the while staring down his nose. Usually, all we got was a barely satisfied glower. I hoped for the glower. The smile made me fill like I was on his radar and I most certainly did not want to be a target.
Mr. Masters, the boss/tyrant, did something unusual today. He actually stepped onto the office floor. He was actually blessing us with his presence. I was struck between the desire to hide from his gaze like I normally would, or watch to see what he would do next.
Prompt: Time
“Ugh,” I groaned as I pushed away from my desk, watching the door across the office floor open ponderously.
Every day, the same thing happened at the same time. The boss would walk out of his enclave looking like a king--or a tyrant as we usually called him—surveying his kingdom. He never actually came out on the floor, but stared from the threshold of his office door while all of his little workers scurrying away, toiling at their tasks, all for his gain.
If one of us was privileged with his glance, he may crack a smile, all the while staring down his nose. Usually, all we got was a barely satisfied glower. I hoped for the glower. The smile made me fill like I was on his radar and I most certainly did not want to be a target.
Mr. Masters, the boss/tyrant, did something unusual today. He actually stepped onto the office floor. He was actually blessing us with his presence. I was struck between the desire to hide from his gaze like I normally would, or watch to see what he would do next.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 58
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: “You sure you want to do that, chief?”
“You sure you want to do that, chief?” I asked, looking at my husband who was valiantly trying to fix the sink.
His voice was muffled from inside the cabinet but I could make out “It’s gotta get fixed, doesn’t it?”
“Erm, yeah, but shouldn’t you look at the instructions first?” I was biting my lip trying to avoid laughing. Neither one of us were handy around the house but we were determined to try. I always looked at the instructions first, even going as far as Googling videos just so I had an idea of what I was doing.
My dear husband’s approach was a little more direct, and usually ended up a little more expensive.
He dug in there with a ratchet, some pliers, a bucket, and vice grips … basically anything he thought might work to help fix the problem.
The bucket was probably the most useful tool he had with him.
“How hard can this be? I just need to tighten up this bolt here and adjust thi-”
My husband’s voice was cut off by the sound of rushing water, specifically running water slashing all over my husband.
“Son of a bitch!” my husband sputtered, wiggling out from underneath the sink as fast as he could. Once he was out of the way, the bucket went in, woefully too small to hold back the onslaught of water that was pouring out of the pipes.
With a snort, I ran downstairs and shut off the main water supply to the house and grabbed a bunch of old towels. At least my kitchen floors would be clean later today.
Prompt: “You sure you want to do that, chief?”
“You sure you want to do that, chief?” I asked, looking at my husband who was valiantly trying to fix the sink.
His voice was muffled from inside the cabinet but I could make out “It’s gotta get fixed, doesn’t it?”
“Erm, yeah, but shouldn’t you look at the instructions first?” I was biting my lip trying to avoid laughing. Neither one of us were handy around the house but we were determined to try. I always looked at the instructions first, even going as far as Googling videos just so I had an idea of what I was doing.
My dear husband’s approach was a little more direct, and usually ended up a little more expensive.
He dug in there with a ratchet, some pliers, a bucket, and vice grips … basically anything he thought might work to help fix the problem.
The bucket was probably the most useful tool he had with him.
“How hard can this be? I just need to tighten up this bolt here and adjust thi-”
My husband’s voice was cut off by the sound of rushing water, specifically running water slashing all over my husband.
“Son of a bitch!” my husband sputtered, wiggling out from underneath the sink as fast as he could. Once he was out of the way, the bucket went in, woefully too small to hold back the onslaught of water that was pouring out of the pipes.
With a snort, I ran downstairs and shut off the main water supply to the house and grabbed a bunch of old towels. At least my kitchen floors would be clean later today.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 57
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: Duck
Screeching metal cut through the air, raising goosebumps on everyone in the yard. The workers looked around trying to find the source of the noise.
“Duck!” the foreman shouted at the top of his lungs, his face red with the force of his exertion.
Everyone dropped to the ground moments before a high pitched whistling could be heard over their heads as a girder flew through the air. The ten kilogram girder came to rest on the other side of the construction yard, buried deep in the loose dirt that was piled up. The men slowly rose from the ground, dusting off their pants as they looked at the scene.
“Damn, that was too fucking close!” the foreman said angrily, relieved that no one was hurt. If he had waited a moment longer to warn his crew, several of them would’ve been decapitated by the flying girder.
He walked swiftly through the yard, enraged that someone would be so careless. “Who is working that crane?” he demanded. “I want his ass down here this minute!”
Prompt: Duck
Screeching metal cut through the air, raising goosebumps on everyone in the yard. The workers looked around trying to find the source of the noise.
“Duck!” the foreman shouted at the top of his lungs, his face red with the force of his exertion.
Everyone dropped to the ground moments before a high pitched whistling could be heard over their heads as a girder flew through the air. The ten kilogram girder came to rest on the other side of the construction yard, buried deep in the loose dirt that was piled up. The men slowly rose from the ground, dusting off their pants as they looked at the scene.
“Damn, that was too fucking close!” the foreman said angrily, relieved that no one was hurt. If he had waited a moment longer to warn his crew, several of them would’ve been decapitated by the flying girder.
He walked swiftly through the yard, enraged that someone would be so careless. “Who is working that crane?” he demanded. “I want his ass down here this minute!”
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 55
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: Reunion
I was dreading this moment. It was my ten year high school reunion. I was so different from the girl I was back then. I wondered if anyone would even recognize me. I was so shy; I doubted most people knew who I was. Perhaps they would just pigeonhole me into the role I was in back then ... and forget about me just as before.
The quiet girl in the corner was always looked over. Sure, I had thoughts back then, but I was so reserved, so afraid to be myself and tell others what was on my mind. High school showed me what real life was going to be like and that I needed to step up if I was going to make my mark. Life was nothing more than a popularity contest. Sure, smarts and skills would get you so far, but when it comes down to it, the prettiest and most popular always wins.
With that knowledge, I made a pact with myself that I would be different in college. I would be unique, I would be assertive, I would be remembered. I blossomed, becoming the person I never was, and who I always wanted to be.
Prompt: Reunion
I was dreading this moment. It was my ten year high school reunion. I was so different from the girl I was back then. I wondered if anyone would even recognize me. I was so shy; I doubted most people knew who I was. Perhaps they would just pigeonhole me into the role I was in back then ... and forget about me just as before.
The quiet girl in the corner was always looked over. Sure, I had thoughts back then, but I was so reserved, so afraid to be myself and tell others what was on my mind. High school showed me what real life was going to be like and that I needed to step up if I was going to make my mark. Life was nothing more than a popularity contest. Sure, smarts and skills would get you so far, but when it comes down to it, the prettiest and most popular always wins.
With that knowledge, I made a pact with myself that I would be different in college. I would be unique, I would be assertive, I would be remembered. I blossomed, becoming the person I never was, and who I always wanted to be.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 53
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: Another year of that and she was sure she’d go mad.
Another year of that and she was sure she’d go mad. She was so tired of all the clingy, neediness of Scott. It was so hard for her to believe that one man could be so helpless. Perhaps he acted that way on purpose, assuming that she liked feeling needed. To a certain extent she did, but this was above and beyond what was necessary and what was called for in a normal, healthy relationship.
She was getting to the point where she just wanted to tie him up and leave him in a corner. He wouldn’t be able to bother her anymore and she would release him when she needed him. However, this definitely was not a healthy response to her problem, no matter how much the darker part of her personality revealed in the idea.
Drying her hands off on the dishtowel by the sink, she resolved to deal with the insanity of her pointless relationship before it infected her. She was a strong, determined woman who did not need people like Scott in her life bringing her down.
The object of her derision sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, idly watching television. This was where he was usually found. Of course he didn’t have a job, there wasn’t a job out there that was just the right fit for him, so he said. Joanna wanted to call him out on it, thinking he was far too comfortable on her couch to really try to find a job.
Prompt: Another year of that and she was sure she’d go mad.
Another year of that and she was sure she’d go mad. She was so tired of all the clingy, neediness of Scott. It was so hard for her to believe that one man could be so helpless. Perhaps he acted that way on purpose, assuming that she liked feeling needed. To a certain extent she did, but this was above and beyond what was necessary and what was called for in a normal, healthy relationship.
She was getting to the point where she just wanted to tie him up and leave him in a corner. He wouldn’t be able to bother her anymore and she would release him when she needed him. However, this definitely was not a healthy response to her problem, no matter how much the darker part of her personality revealed in the idea.
Drying her hands off on the dishtowel by the sink, she resolved to deal with the insanity of her pointless relationship before it infected her. She was a strong, determined woman who did not need people like Scott in her life bringing her down.
The object of her derision sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, idly watching television. This was where he was usually found. Of course he didn’t have a job, there wasn’t a job out there that was just the right fit for him, so he said. Joanna wanted to call him out on it, thinking he was far too comfortable on her couch to really try to find a job.
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 43
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Ariel sat despondently on her barstool while she played with the straw of her drink. This place held such great memories for her and now, they had been tarnished by his actions. It was all his fault. Why did he have to say those things to her, here of all places? He could have easily have discussed this with her in some place more private.
He knew what he was doing, by staging it at Ariel’s favorite pub. John was an evil man and he wanted to ruin the one last happy thing she had left. He had taken everything else, her job, her friends, even her family. He had insinuated himself so tightly into her life and when he started to tear her down, she didn’t have a leg to stand on.
None of the rumors were true, but no one would believe her. He had everyone wrapped around his fingers. How anyone could believe that she would actually cheat on John, no matter how much of an asshole he was, was beyond her. She would never do that. Even after she discovered how truly heinous he was, she still would not have cheated. Ariel was merely biding her time until she could completely extricate herself from his clutches.
And now, he did that most efficiently and cruelly. The legal papers rested beside her drink on the table. “Petition for Divorce” screamed off the top of the page, letting everyone know what a failure she was.
Prompt: Pub
Ariel sat despondently on her barstool while she played with the straw of her drink. This place held such great memories for her and now, they had been tarnished by his actions. It was all his fault. Why did he have to say those things to her, here of all places? He could have easily have discussed this with her in some place more private.
He knew what he was doing, by staging it at Ariel’s favorite pub. John was an evil man and he wanted to ruin the one last happy thing she had left. He had taken everything else, her job, her friends, even her family. He had insinuated himself so tightly into her life and when he started to tear her down, she didn’t have a leg to stand on.
None of the rumors were true, but no one would believe her. He had everyone wrapped around his fingers. How anyone could believe that she would actually cheat on John, no matter how much of an asshole he was, was beyond her. She would never do that. Even after she discovered how truly heinous he was, she still would not have cheated. Ariel was merely biding her time until she could completely extricate herself from his clutches.
And now, he did that most efficiently and cruelly. The legal papers rested beside her drink on the table. “Petition for Divorce” screamed off the top of the page, letting everyone know what a failure she was.
Flash Fiction - TuesdayTales - Week 5
I recently found this blog that runs a flash fiction contest. This is the first week for me. :) Seems to be fun so far. Glitter Word
Prompt: Bellweather (and a picture on the blog)
Here's my entry.
Preggo Cravings
The sparks were a bellweather of what was to come. The lights had been getting worse from just a few pin pricks in my field of vision to outright flame like images. Something was definitely wrong with my eyes. Ever since that asteroid landed in our backyard, things have been a bit wonky.
It wasn’t just my vision either. Suddenly, I developed a taste for pickles and mole. I hated pickles and mole. The best was pickles dipped in mole. Something about the vinegary, bitter flavor seemed to do it now. Maybe I was pregnant with an alien baby.
Prompt: Bellweather (and a picture on the blog)
Here's my entry.
Preggo Cravings
The sparks were a bellweather of what was to come. The lights had been getting worse from just a few pin pricks in my field of vision to outright flame like images. Something was definitely wrong with my eyes. Ever since that asteroid landed in our backyard, things have been a bit wonky.
It wasn’t just my vision either. Suddenly, I developed a taste for pickles and mole. I hated pickles and mole. The best was pickles dipped in mole. Something about the vinegary, bitter flavor seemed to do it now. Maybe I was pregnant with an alien baby.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 67
Here's my entry for this week's #5MinuteFiction
Not my greatest prompt - but they all can't be winners. LOL
Prompt: I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start.
I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start. There would be some big bang of something exploding or something incredible that would hook the reader in. However, when I looked at this … this crap on my desk, I realized the only thing it would hook would be a nap.
Angrily, I crumbled up the few pages of crap I wrote and threw them into the metal trash can next to my desk. The can was starting to get full from all of the other bits of garbage I had tried to write.
There were so many distractions. First the kids ran in, assuming that if I was home, that meant I was available to them. Then someone would call me or text me … or the time suck of all, someone would mention me on Twitter. If I logged onto my twitter account, an hour would pass before I realized what happened. Once that happened, it was just a free pass to any kind of distraction … blog posts I just HAD to read, the news would be on, my husband would be home from work, the list was never-ending.
Methinks I needed to unplug my computer, grab my notebook, and go to the park to free myself of my home distractions … maybe I could write there and make something blow up … or something worth reading.
Not my greatest prompt - but they all can't be winners. LOL
Prompt: I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start.
I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start. There would be some big bang of something exploding or something incredible that would hook the reader in. However, when I looked at this … this crap on my desk, I realized the only thing it would hook would be a nap.
Angrily, I crumbled up the few pages of crap I wrote and threw them into the metal trash can next to my desk. The can was starting to get full from all of the other bits of garbage I had tried to write.
There were so many distractions. First the kids ran in, assuming that if I was home, that meant I was available to them. Then someone would call me or text me … or the time suck of all, someone would mention me on Twitter. If I logged onto my twitter account, an hour would pass before I realized what happened. Once that happened, it was just a free pass to any kind of distraction … blog posts I just HAD to read, the news would be on, my husband would be home from work, the list was never-ending.
Methinks I needed to unplug my computer, grab my notebook, and go to the park to free myself of my home distractions … maybe I could write there and make something blow up … or something worth reading.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Flash Fiction - HumpDayChallnege - Week 8
#HumpDayChallenge - Week 8
(I won best use of Star Trek! WOo!)
Prompts: Female, Guns, Odor, Shaggy, SPACE!
“Space, the final frontier … “ the television droned on through the opening credits of the original Star Trek while Lisa slouched on the couch, her eyes glazed over.
While the screen depicted a shaggy and young looking William Shatner traipsing around the universe looking to make as many female conquests as possible, Lisa’s mind was elsewhere.
She kept thinking back to the night before. The night where she first realized that guns have an odor, a metallic smell, a smell that was not pleasant. Lisa shuddered, hoping she’d never have to smell or feel a gun ever again.
(I won best use of Star Trek! WOo!)
Prompts: Female, Guns, Odor, Shaggy, SPACE!
“Space, the final frontier … “ the television droned on through the opening credits of the original Star Trek while Lisa slouched on the couch, her eyes glazed over.
While the screen depicted a shaggy and young looking William Shatner traipsing around the universe looking to make as many female conquests as possible, Lisa’s mind was elsewhere.
She kept thinking back to the night before. The night where she first realized that guns have an odor, a metallic smell, a smell that was not pleasant. Lisa shuddered, hoping she’d never have to smell or feel a gun ever again.
Flash Fiction - HumpDayChallenge - Week 9
#HumpDayChallenge - Week 9
Prompts: City, Velvet, Species, Smiles, Erroneous
Their smiles were all firmly in place; smiles that made you think that you were welcome, that you belonged.
That thought was erroneous.
They were always polite to me, but just as quickly, backs were turned and businesses closed when I approached. I held no place here. I was a stranger, a foreigner, not even the same species as everyone else. They never let me forget that difference.
The city had become my refuge, but my prison. I could no more go back to the verdant, velvety hills of my home planet than I could walk freely on this world.
Prompts: City, Velvet, Species, Smiles, Erroneous
Their smiles were all firmly in place; smiles that made you think that you were welcome, that you belonged.
That thought was erroneous.
They were always polite to me, but just as quickly, backs were turned and businesses closed when I approached. I held no place here. I was a stranger, a foreigner, not even the same species as everyone else. They never let me forget that difference.
The city had become my refuge, but my prison. I could no more go back to the verdant, velvety hills of my home planet than I could walk freely on this world.
Flash Fiction - HumpDayChallenge - Week 10
#HumpDayChallenge - Week 10
Prompts: Shrimp, Electricity, Fold, Bury, Pluck
Electricity hummed in the room, a sharp tang followed by a series of pops.
Alex laughed as he switched off the power and collected the puffed shrimp that were hanging from a wire with crispy bits of shell sticking to them.
Phil examined Alex’s handiwork. “That is one way to pluck a shrimp,” he commented.
Alex snickered and folded up the wire he used to fry the shrimp. “I thought it was quite ingenious myself. Kinda like making popcorn.”
“Ooookay,” Phil replied dubiously.
“Yep, now all I have to do is bury the shells in the compost pile. You hungry?”
Prompts: Shrimp, Electricity, Fold, Bury, Pluck
Electricity hummed in the room, a sharp tang followed by a series of pops.
Alex laughed as he switched off the power and collected the puffed shrimp that were hanging from a wire with crispy bits of shell sticking to them.
Phil examined Alex’s handiwork. “That is one way to pluck a shrimp,” he commented.
Alex snickered and folded up the wire he used to fry the shrimp. “I thought it was quite ingenious myself. Kinda like making popcorn.”
“Ooookay,” Phil replied dubiously.
“Yep, now all I have to do is bury the shells in the compost pile. You hungry?”
Flash Fiction - HumpDayChallenge - Week 11
#HumpDayChallenge - Week 11
Week 11 was hosted by D. Ryan Leask's blog: I'm A Writer, Really!
Prompts: Universe(-s), Return(-s, -ed), Planet(-s), Alien(s), Storm
A storm was brewing, a big one that threatened the entire planet.
Fucking aliens and their weather satellites
They used those infernal devices to control their captive planets across the universe. Right when my fellow Rythgarns planned to assault our alien captors, the Dastivas would activate the satellites, devastating our world with electrical storms, furious winds, and everything in between. It was never enough to completely kill everyone but it kept any thought of an uprising far, far away from my suffering people.
The winds of change were with me. I would not let the Dastivas stop me from returning.
Week 11 was hosted by D. Ryan Leask's blog: I'm A Writer, Really!
Prompts: Universe(-s), Return(-s, -ed), Planet(-s), Alien(s), Storm
A storm was brewing, a big one that threatened the entire planet.
Fucking aliens and their weather satellites
They used those infernal devices to control their captive planets across the universe. Right when my fellow Rythgarns planned to assault our alien captors, the Dastivas would activate the satellites, devastating our world with electrical storms, furious winds, and everything in between. It was never enough to completely kill everyone but it kept any thought of an uprising far, far away from my suffering people.
The winds of change were with me. I would not let the Dastivas stop me from returning.
Flash Fiction - HumpDayChallenge - Week 12
#HumpDayChallenge - Week 12
Prompts: Lumpy, Riot, Glaze, Thrust, Amorphous
“It’s rather amorphous, isn’t it?”
“I think it’s more lumpy than anything,” I countered.
“Should I put a glaze on it?”
I shuddered. “Erm, no. You remember what happened last time, right?”
“Oh yeah, we don’t want a repeat of that mess. What a riot it caused.”
“Definitely not. It took forever to clean up.”
“It did not take forever,” she argued.
“It took long enough.” I insisted. “Now, are you going to do something with it or not?”
“Fine, fine,” she said, tossing the blue and white blob into the starry abyss, landing third in line from the sun.
Prompts: Lumpy, Riot, Glaze, Thrust, Amorphous
“It’s rather amorphous, isn’t it?”
“I think it’s more lumpy than anything,” I countered.
“Should I put a glaze on it?”
I shuddered. “Erm, no. You remember what happened last time, right?”
“Oh yeah, we don’t want a repeat of that mess. What a riot it caused.”
“Definitely not. It took forever to clean up.”
“It did not take forever,” she argued.
“It took long enough.” I insisted. “Now, are you going to do something with it or not?”
“Fine, fine,” she said, tossing the blue and white blob into the starry abyss, landing third in line from the sun.
Flash Fiction
Before this spring, I had no idea what flash fiction was. By the graces of social media (Helloooo Twitter!) I came across 5MinuteFiction hosted by Leah Petersen and then this summer, I found the HumpDayChallenge hosted by Tracey Hansen. Both basically do the same thing, you are given prompts and then rules to write by.
With 5MinuteFiction (#5MinuteFiction @LeahPetersen), the name is very self-explanatory. You have five minutes to write as much as you can given the prompts on her blog. Either she or a guest judge select the top five and then they are voted on. The winner gets bragging rights, a blog badge, and sometimes additional swag. It's fun and doesn't take much time, but get those creative juices flowing ... and it is also a great way to meet other writers.
HumpDayChallenge operates slightly different (#HumpDayChallenge @THansenWrites). You have eight hours to write no more than 100 words with the prompts provided. Again, it is either judged by her or a guest judge.
Both are quite fun and I encourage anyone to give it a try.
I've been wanting to post my entries to my blog for awhile now so I can share with people, so when you see the comments for these two contests, you'll know what they are from. :) Enjoy the flash and hope to see you there!
Onward...
With 5MinuteFiction (#5MinuteFiction @LeahPetersen), the name is very self-explanatory. You have five minutes to write as much as you can given the prompts on her blog. Either she or a guest judge select the top five and then they are voted on. The winner gets bragging rights, a blog badge, and sometimes additional swag. It's fun and doesn't take much time, but get those creative juices flowing ... and it is also a great way to meet other writers.
HumpDayChallenge operates slightly different (#HumpDayChallenge @THansenWrites). You have eight hours to write no more than 100 words with the prompts provided. Again, it is either judged by her or a guest judge.
Both are quite fun and I encourage anyone to give it a try.
I've been wanting to post my entries to my blog for awhile now so I can share with people, so when you see the comments for these two contests, you'll know what they are from. :) Enjoy the flash and hope to see you there!
Onward...
Friday, September 2, 2011
Run - Week 67
This was my entry for this week's prompt to the picture blog I've had the pleasure of writing on for over the past year. In the past, I've linked the chapters of the mystery serial but I thought today was time for something different, something a little darker, a little more adult. What I love about the prompt blog is that it allows me to dabble into different genres of writing and see what really seems to sit well or what I really enjoy writing. I will always be a sci-fi nerd, but sometimes it's nice to tool around in a different playground.
Here's what I posted for this week. It is a bit more graphic than how I normally write, and also a bit darker. So be warned. I like it a lot, but I also know that this isn't the type of stuff that everyone gets into. If you decide to continue reading, I hope you enjoy it. Let me know at the bottom - drop me a line and tell me what you think. :)
One last comment - if you want to see the pictures that this prompt is based on, check out the blog at Writing Photo Prompt Challenge. They aren't necessary to enjoy the story but will add a visual.
Run
She chewed her fingers while they awkwardly sat in bed together. She never did stuff like this, and she wasn’t even sure what made her go through with it. He certainly was cute, but he was little more than a stranger.
“Um, where’s your bathroom?” he asked, interrupting her internal musing.
“Down the hall to the left, second door,” she replied automatically.
The mattress shifted as he rose and left the room, not bothering to pull on any clothes. Now that he was out of the room, she was able to breathe a little easier.
“What am I supposed to do now?” she asked herself. “Do I send him on his way? Do we hang out a bit longer?” She realized she had no idea what the proper behavior was for a one-night stand, well one-day stand. It wasn’t even dusk yet.
Marlee swung her feet around until they were resting on the cool wood floor. The abruptness of the temperture change made her start. It also made her realize even more what she just did. Her father would be so ashamed of her. Marlee wasn’t a virgin, but it was very unlike her to treat sex so casually, even more so with someone she didn’t know. She wouldn’t even kiss cute guys at the club like her friends would. Marlee wasn’t a prude, but that kind of thing just didn’t interest her.
So why now? Why was he different?
The man in question walked back in the room, just as naked as he left it in. Marlee blushed as she looked over his body again. He smirked and walked to over to her, nudging her knees so he could stand standing in between her legs.
“Want seconds?” he asked, his voice smooth while he ran his hands up and down her arms.
Marlee didn’t respond, but arched into his touch. He smiled, his eyes darkening and his cock hardening. His hands created an explosion of sensations in Marlee, different than before, now that the eurphoric rush of their first time was over. She leaned back as he rested his knee on the mattress between her legs, putting his prominent erection near her face. Feeling inspired, she bent her neck and slid his cock in her mouth.
“Shit, baby,” he moaned, thrusting his hands in her hair and guiding her head as his hips started pumping. “Just like that, suck it.”
Marlee tried to keep up with his pace but she was not very experienced in giving blow jobs. She tried to pull away as she began to gag, but his hands kept her head fully in place.
“Yeah, baby, just go with it. Suck that cock.” His voice became more hoarse while she became more panicked.
Marlee finally twisted her head away enough to take a breath. He looked at her with a confused frown on his face. Angrily, she pushed him away. “What the fuck, Tony? Didn’t you feel me starting to gag? I couldn’t breathe.”
Tony’s face fell and he knealt down before Marlee. “Sorry, babe.” Gently, he brushed a lock of hair out of her face. “I was into it so much, it felt so good, I didn’t realize.” He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs as he looked at her. “Forgiven?” he asked, flashing a wide smile at her.
She wanted to stay mad, but his touch was making her want other things too badly. Giving in, she nodded and pulled his face to hers, kissing him. He took the lead she gave him and pushed her down on the bed, covering his body with hers. Marlee enjoyed the weight of him on her, pulling him even closer against her. He snaked an arm inbetweeen their bodies and pressed his hand against her clit, slipping a finger through her folds.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, rubbing her moist flesh and making her squirm.
“God, yes, just fuck me already!” Marlee exclaimed, startling herself over her words. The guy was bringing out a side of her that she wasn’t familiar with.
“Mmm, I think I want to play with you a bit more,” he murmurred, pushing two fingers inside of her.
His hand began moving faster, making Marlee twitch and thrash on the bed. She felt her impending orgasm beginning to build as her sensitive flesh continued to be masterfully handled. Right as she was about to crest, he removed his fingers.
“What the?” she asked, half drunk on the sensations as she sat up on her elbows.
“Flip over. You wanted me to fuck you, so I’m going to fuck you.”
Marlee’s eyes widened and her muscles clenched in anticipation. Quickly, she flipped over onto her hands and knees, waving her butt towards him. She had never tried this position before and was eager to see if it felt as good as her friends had said.
She felt the bed shift as he knealt behind her, running his hands over her ass. Suddenly, he smacked her full on the cheek, startling her.
“What the fuck was that?” she screeched, glaring back at Tony, her skin smarting.
“Just getting you ready, babe. Don’t you like that?” he cooed.
“No, I don’t,” she huffed.
“Okay, I’ll give you something you will like then,” he replied, leaning back and thrusting into her suddenly, his balls smacking against her skin.
Marlee’s exclamation was swallowed up by the intense pace that Tony began the moment he was inside her. There was nothing gentle about this. He was fucking her, hard. She had never been taken quite this roughly before and she realized she liked it. She liked it a lot.
“Fuck that ass,” Tony grunted, other words lost in his efforts.
With every deep push by Tony, Marlee cried out feeling ever inch of him in her body. Her nerves were on fire as her body clenched in anticipation of the orgasm it sought so badly.
“Oh“ Marlee cried inbetween thrusts. “God. Ton. Eee”
He was grunting with the effort he was putting into fucking her, gripping her hips almost painfully tight. The room filled with their animalistic noises, punctuated by their skin slapping together. Marlee’s cries became higher pitched as she came, her body seizing and her words intelligible.
Tony continued to pump into her, his pace becoming erractic, puncuated by a series of “Fuck”s. His final thrust was his deepest yet, and Marlee felt like she could feel him in the back of her throat he was so deep. He slumped against her body, spent and panting.
“That’s a good girl,” he said after he caught his breath. Tony pulled away, his flaccid cock slipping out easily.
Marlee collasped against the bed, her body feeling completely boneless. She hoped he’d lay down with her and cuddle for a little while but wasn’t sure if that was normally done with these kinds of hook-ups. Her question was answered when Tony stumbled out of the bed and reached for his clothes. He didn’t say a word as he walked back to the bathroom, presumably to clean up. Marlee surpressed a sigh of disappointment and decided to get cleaned up and dressed as well. Her stomach growled as she gathered her clothes, reminding her it was about dinner time.
“Hey Tony,” she called out.
“Yeah?” came the muffled reply through her bathroom door.
“You hungry?”
The door opened and a fully-clothed Tony appeared. “I could eat,” he replied with a smirk.
“Great. I’m starved. Let me get dressed and we can go. Is that okay with you?”
“Sure,” he replied, sitting down at her desk to wait.
Ten minutes later, Marlee and Tony pulled out of the parking lot of her building. He offered to drive, with the understanding it would make it easier for him to leave later when he dropped her back at her apartment. She went along with it, not thinking anything of it. Since they weren’t going to be gone long, she grabbed only a handful of cash and her ID, not wanting to be encombered by a purse or other effects, especially if that meant a third round in the car.
They were headed to a diner across town that Tony swore had the best food. She was a little uncomfortabe about going to a side of town she wasn’t as familiar with, but trusted Tony. Marlee began to get anxious when most of the town was behind them. She couldn’t see any restaurants ahead.
“Tony, where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he said, his voice low, a tone to his voice he had not heard before, one that made her shiver.
“Tony, I don’t think I’m hungry anymore. Can you take me home?”
He shook his head. “We’re almost there, Marlee.”
Fear began to coil in her stomach as the last lights of the city went by, leaving nothing but a dark road ahead of them. She tried not to doubt him, but she barely knew him, and had nothing to base her trust on besides a day between the sheets. A few more miles passed without any lights or signs of any diner.
“Tony, this isn’t funny. Take me home.”
“Just be patient, babe.”
“I’ve been patient,” Marlee argued, her voice rising. “I don’t know where we are and I’m not hungry anymore, so please take me home.”
Tony didn’t reply. Marlee opened her mouth to say something again when the car started to slow down. When the car turned onto a dirt road, she thought perhaps he was going to turn around after all. Hope and relief blossomed in her heart until he continued down the winding road. Despair squashed any hope she had, as fear took root deep inside her. The road was bumpy, gravel pinging against the sides of the car as he drove.
“Tony, please you’re scaring me,” she whispered.
“Good.”
His voice was cold, completely unlike the person she knew before.
“Tony?” Marlee asked, her voice even quieter.
He didn’t answer right away, looking straight ahead as the car bounced along the road. Marlee wrapped her arms around herself as she looked out the window to try to get her bearings. She was going to run as soon as the car stopped. She had some cash on her if she was able to find a phone to call a cab or to pay for gas if she hitched a ride with someone.
The pleasure she felt earlier felt like it was from an alternate universe. Surely this was just a dream. Surely she wasn’t out in the middle of nowhere with someone she barely knew with no way of calling for help. Surely she wasn’t that stupid, that trusting.
“Where are you taking me?” she finally asked, hoping to get any information she could from the man who seemed to have kidnapped her, even if she was willing at first.
“To the diner.”
Exasperated, she burst out. “Tony, there is no diner out here! We are in the middle of nowhere!”
“Oh, but there is,” he insisted softly.
“What’s the name of it then?” she asked impatiently.
“It really doesn’t have a name ... “ he hedged. “It’s a private diner, invitation only.” His smirk could be seen even in the dark. The car began to slow, approaching a low, flat building. Dim lights could be seen from teh back of the building. It did not look like any restaurant she had ever seen.
A chill went through Marlee.
“A private diner?”
“Yes, quite exclusive.”
“What do they serve?”
“Whatever the fresh catch of the day is,” he replied, his voice chilling but eager as he parked the car.
Tony slowly got out as Marlee did the same, her head swiveling from side to side taking in her surroundings. She took a few steps away from the car into the beams of the headlights that he left on. Marlee couldn’t hear a thing. No birds, no crickets, no nightlife.
“Tony?” Marlee asked.
When she didn’t get a response, she turned around and found that she was alone.
“Tony?” she asked again, her voice nothing but a whisper.
She walked a few more steps, not getting any closer to the building, staying an equal distance between the car and the small but imposing structure.
“Would you like to know what the catch of the day is, Marleee...” Tony’s voice swirled around her.
Marlee turned around, trying to find the source of his voice. It was as if it came out of thin air.
“Tony, where are you?” she called, turning around again. It felt like she was going on circles.
“You’re the catch of the day, Marlee...”
Tony’s voice sounded like it was right behind her. She spun around, not expecting anyone to be there, ust as before.
This time it was different. He stood a few feet behind her, tall and imposing, his eyes glinting from the headlights.
“What?”
“Run, Marlee,” he whispered, his voice full of menace. “Run, while you can.”
He reached towards her as he took a step forward. Marlee’s blood ran cold as she realized the danger she was in.
“I’m hungry, Marlee,” he sneered, taking another step. “And you are making me so hungry.”
Marlee backed up, afraid of turning her back on the man she thought she knew.
“You’ll like it, babe,” he purred, his voice sounding more like the man she knew back in her apartment. “I want to play with you some more.” As he finished, his words turned more sinister and he took another step towards her.
Marlee knew it was a different kind of game he wanted to play now. Her fear finally motivated her to act. She turned from Tony and ran as fast as she could. She had just cleared the driveway of the building when she heard his voice again.
“Run, Marlee...” Tony called, once again seeming to surround her.
Redoubling her efforts, she ran down the road in the direction she thought they came from. As she ran, she saw snippets of things from the corner of her eyes, things that looked like they were following her. She dared not turn her head to see what it was and distract herself.
Marlee’s lungs were burning and she desperately needed a break, but she didn’t dare slow down yet. She would run until she found the city and civilization again.
Marlee ran until several pairs of hands roughly grabbed her from behind and dragged her to the ground. Her scream was cut short as two more pairs wrapped around her neck and squeezed.
“Just like that,” Tony whispered, a smirk on his face while the others crowded around.
The diner was open.
Here's what I posted for this week. It is a bit more graphic than how I normally write, and also a bit darker. So be warned. I like it a lot, but I also know that this isn't the type of stuff that everyone gets into. If you decide to continue reading, I hope you enjoy it. Let me know at the bottom - drop me a line and tell me what you think. :)
One last comment - if you want to see the pictures that this prompt is based on, check out the blog at Writing Photo Prompt Challenge. They aren't necessary to enjoy the story but will add a visual.
Run
She chewed her fingers while they awkwardly sat in bed together. She never did stuff like this, and she wasn’t even sure what made her go through with it. He certainly was cute, but he was little more than a stranger.
“Um, where’s your bathroom?” he asked, interrupting her internal musing.
“Down the hall to the left, second door,” she replied automatically.
The mattress shifted as he rose and left the room, not bothering to pull on any clothes. Now that he was out of the room, she was able to breathe a little easier.
“What am I supposed to do now?” she asked herself. “Do I send him on his way? Do we hang out a bit longer?” She realized she had no idea what the proper behavior was for a one-night stand, well one-day stand. It wasn’t even dusk yet.
Marlee swung her feet around until they were resting on the cool wood floor. The abruptness of the temperture change made her start. It also made her realize even more what she just did. Her father would be so ashamed of her. Marlee wasn’t a virgin, but it was very unlike her to treat sex so casually, even more so with someone she didn’t know. She wouldn’t even kiss cute guys at the club like her friends would. Marlee wasn’t a prude, but that kind of thing just didn’t interest her.
So why now? Why was he different?
The man in question walked back in the room, just as naked as he left it in. Marlee blushed as she looked over his body again. He smirked and walked to over to her, nudging her knees so he could stand standing in between her legs.
“Want seconds?” he asked, his voice smooth while he ran his hands up and down her arms.
Marlee didn’t respond, but arched into his touch. He smiled, his eyes darkening and his cock hardening. His hands created an explosion of sensations in Marlee, different than before, now that the eurphoric rush of their first time was over. She leaned back as he rested his knee on the mattress between her legs, putting his prominent erection near her face. Feeling inspired, she bent her neck and slid his cock in her mouth.
“Shit, baby,” he moaned, thrusting his hands in her hair and guiding her head as his hips started pumping. “Just like that, suck it.”
Marlee tried to keep up with his pace but she was not very experienced in giving blow jobs. She tried to pull away as she began to gag, but his hands kept her head fully in place.
“Yeah, baby, just go with it. Suck that cock.” His voice became more hoarse while she became more panicked.
Marlee finally twisted her head away enough to take a breath. He looked at her with a confused frown on his face. Angrily, she pushed him away. “What the fuck, Tony? Didn’t you feel me starting to gag? I couldn’t breathe.”
Tony’s face fell and he knealt down before Marlee. “Sorry, babe.” Gently, he brushed a lock of hair out of her face. “I was into it so much, it felt so good, I didn’t realize.” He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs as he looked at her. “Forgiven?” he asked, flashing a wide smile at her.
She wanted to stay mad, but his touch was making her want other things too badly. Giving in, she nodded and pulled his face to hers, kissing him. He took the lead she gave him and pushed her down on the bed, covering his body with hers. Marlee enjoyed the weight of him on her, pulling him even closer against her. He snaked an arm inbetweeen their bodies and pressed his hand against her clit, slipping a finger through her folds.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, rubbing her moist flesh and making her squirm.
“God, yes, just fuck me already!” Marlee exclaimed, startling herself over her words. The guy was bringing out a side of her that she wasn’t familiar with.
“Mmm, I think I want to play with you a bit more,” he murmurred, pushing two fingers inside of her.
His hand began moving faster, making Marlee twitch and thrash on the bed. She felt her impending orgasm beginning to build as her sensitive flesh continued to be masterfully handled. Right as she was about to crest, he removed his fingers.
“What the?” she asked, half drunk on the sensations as she sat up on her elbows.
“Flip over. You wanted me to fuck you, so I’m going to fuck you.”
Marlee’s eyes widened and her muscles clenched in anticipation. Quickly, she flipped over onto her hands and knees, waving her butt towards him. She had never tried this position before and was eager to see if it felt as good as her friends had said.
She felt the bed shift as he knealt behind her, running his hands over her ass. Suddenly, he smacked her full on the cheek, startling her.
“What the fuck was that?” she screeched, glaring back at Tony, her skin smarting.
“Just getting you ready, babe. Don’t you like that?” he cooed.
“No, I don’t,” she huffed.
“Okay, I’ll give you something you will like then,” he replied, leaning back and thrusting into her suddenly, his balls smacking against her skin.
Marlee’s exclamation was swallowed up by the intense pace that Tony began the moment he was inside her. There was nothing gentle about this. He was fucking her, hard. She had never been taken quite this roughly before and she realized she liked it. She liked it a lot.
“Fuck that ass,” Tony grunted, other words lost in his efforts.
With every deep push by Tony, Marlee cried out feeling ever inch of him in her body. Her nerves were on fire as her body clenched in anticipation of the orgasm it sought so badly.
“Oh“ Marlee cried inbetween thrusts. “God. Ton. Eee”
He was grunting with the effort he was putting into fucking her, gripping her hips almost painfully tight. The room filled with their animalistic noises, punctuated by their skin slapping together. Marlee’s cries became higher pitched as she came, her body seizing and her words intelligible.
Tony continued to pump into her, his pace becoming erractic, puncuated by a series of “Fuck”s. His final thrust was his deepest yet, and Marlee felt like she could feel him in the back of her throat he was so deep. He slumped against her body, spent and panting.
“That’s a good girl,” he said after he caught his breath. Tony pulled away, his flaccid cock slipping out easily.
Marlee collasped against the bed, her body feeling completely boneless. She hoped he’d lay down with her and cuddle for a little while but wasn’t sure if that was normally done with these kinds of hook-ups. Her question was answered when Tony stumbled out of the bed and reached for his clothes. He didn’t say a word as he walked back to the bathroom, presumably to clean up. Marlee surpressed a sigh of disappointment and decided to get cleaned up and dressed as well. Her stomach growled as she gathered her clothes, reminding her it was about dinner time.
“Hey Tony,” she called out.
“Yeah?” came the muffled reply through her bathroom door.
“You hungry?”
The door opened and a fully-clothed Tony appeared. “I could eat,” he replied with a smirk.
“Great. I’m starved. Let me get dressed and we can go. Is that okay with you?”
“Sure,” he replied, sitting down at her desk to wait.
Ten minutes later, Marlee and Tony pulled out of the parking lot of her building. He offered to drive, with the understanding it would make it easier for him to leave later when he dropped her back at her apartment. She went along with it, not thinking anything of it. Since they weren’t going to be gone long, she grabbed only a handful of cash and her ID, not wanting to be encombered by a purse or other effects, especially if that meant a third round in the car.
They were headed to a diner across town that Tony swore had the best food. She was a little uncomfortabe about going to a side of town she wasn’t as familiar with, but trusted Tony. Marlee began to get anxious when most of the town was behind them. She couldn’t see any restaurants ahead.
“Tony, where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he said, his voice low, a tone to his voice he had not heard before, one that made her shiver.
“Tony, I don’t think I’m hungry anymore. Can you take me home?”
He shook his head. “We’re almost there, Marlee.”
Fear began to coil in her stomach as the last lights of the city went by, leaving nothing but a dark road ahead of them. She tried not to doubt him, but she barely knew him, and had nothing to base her trust on besides a day between the sheets. A few more miles passed without any lights or signs of any diner.
“Tony, this isn’t funny. Take me home.”
“Just be patient, babe.”
“I’ve been patient,” Marlee argued, her voice rising. “I don’t know where we are and I’m not hungry anymore, so please take me home.”
Tony didn’t reply. Marlee opened her mouth to say something again when the car started to slow down. When the car turned onto a dirt road, she thought perhaps he was going to turn around after all. Hope and relief blossomed in her heart until he continued down the winding road. Despair squashed any hope she had, as fear took root deep inside her. The road was bumpy, gravel pinging against the sides of the car as he drove.
“Tony, please you’re scaring me,” she whispered.
“Good.”
His voice was cold, completely unlike the person she knew before.
“Tony?” Marlee asked, her voice even quieter.
He didn’t answer right away, looking straight ahead as the car bounced along the road. Marlee wrapped her arms around herself as she looked out the window to try to get her bearings. She was going to run as soon as the car stopped. She had some cash on her if she was able to find a phone to call a cab or to pay for gas if she hitched a ride with someone.
The pleasure she felt earlier felt like it was from an alternate universe. Surely this was just a dream. Surely she wasn’t out in the middle of nowhere with someone she barely knew with no way of calling for help. Surely she wasn’t that stupid, that trusting.
“Where are you taking me?” she finally asked, hoping to get any information she could from the man who seemed to have kidnapped her, even if she was willing at first.
“To the diner.”
Exasperated, she burst out. “Tony, there is no diner out here! We are in the middle of nowhere!”
“Oh, but there is,” he insisted softly.
“What’s the name of it then?” she asked impatiently.
“It really doesn’t have a name ... “ he hedged. “It’s a private diner, invitation only.” His smirk could be seen even in the dark. The car began to slow, approaching a low, flat building. Dim lights could be seen from teh back of the building. It did not look like any restaurant she had ever seen.
A chill went through Marlee.
“A private diner?”
“Yes, quite exclusive.”
“What do they serve?”
“Whatever the fresh catch of the day is,” he replied, his voice chilling but eager as he parked the car.
Tony slowly got out as Marlee did the same, her head swiveling from side to side taking in her surroundings. She took a few steps away from the car into the beams of the headlights that he left on. Marlee couldn’t hear a thing. No birds, no crickets, no nightlife.
“Tony?” Marlee asked.
When she didn’t get a response, she turned around and found that she was alone.
“Tony?” she asked again, her voice nothing but a whisper.
She walked a few more steps, not getting any closer to the building, staying an equal distance between the car and the small but imposing structure.
“Would you like to know what the catch of the day is, Marleee...” Tony’s voice swirled around her.
Marlee turned around, trying to find the source of his voice. It was as if it came out of thin air.
“Tony, where are you?” she called, turning around again. It felt like she was going on circles.
“You’re the catch of the day, Marlee...”
Tony’s voice sounded like it was right behind her. She spun around, not expecting anyone to be there, ust as before.
This time it was different. He stood a few feet behind her, tall and imposing, his eyes glinting from the headlights.
“What?”
“Run, Marlee,” he whispered, his voice full of menace. “Run, while you can.”
He reached towards her as he took a step forward. Marlee’s blood ran cold as she realized the danger she was in.
“I’m hungry, Marlee,” he sneered, taking another step. “And you are making me so hungry.”
Marlee backed up, afraid of turning her back on the man she thought she knew.
“You’ll like it, babe,” he purred, his voice sounding more like the man she knew back in her apartment. “I want to play with you some more.” As he finished, his words turned more sinister and he took another step towards her.
Marlee knew it was a different kind of game he wanted to play now. Her fear finally motivated her to act. She turned from Tony and ran as fast as she could. She had just cleared the driveway of the building when she heard his voice again.
“Run, Marlee...” Tony called, once again seeming to surround her.
Redoubling her efforts, she ran down the road in the direction she thought they came from. As she ran, she saw snippets of things from the corner of her eyes, things that looked like they were following her. She dared not turn her head to see what it was and distract herself.
Marlee’s lungs were burning and she desperately needed a break, but she didn’t dare slow down yet. She would run until she found the city and civilization again.
Marlee ran until several pairs of hands roughly grabbed her from behind and dragged her to the ground. Her scream was cut short as two more pairs wrapped around her neck and squeezed.
“Just like that,” Tony whispered, a smirk on his face while the others crowded around.
The diner was open.
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