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Monthly Archives: January 2014
CWG 5 Episode 13
I have not had any inspiration until I woke this morning. So I am only just now giving my first piece in this week’s Chain Writing Game, brainchild of Kerrie Salsac.
You can find the first parts by clicking on the froggy creature.
“No, the grenade you fool! Throw the grenade!” Kelly yelled. Panicking, Ben nearly dropped the explosive, but managed to toss it down the hallway. Kelly leapt on Ben, throwing him through the door and landing on top of him as the blast ripped through the corridor behind.
Ben looked up into Kelly’s eyes who looked back into his and smiled. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and stood up, extending a hand to help Ben to his feet. Blushing, he took it as she helped him up and then brushed himself down.
Wondering what else could go wrong, they glanced out the door and found out.
Sunday Photo Fiction: A Bridge, A Gruff and A Troll
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly photo prompt aimed at getting your creative juices flowing. If you would like to have a go, pop over there or click on the creature below and read what other people have written.
A Bridge, A Gruff and A Troll
Pauley Gruff decided to walk a different way home today. Rather than the straight route through town, he decided to take his wife and son the more scenic route. Billy, his son, pointed to a bridge and yelped “wow! That bridge looks gorgeous daddy. Can we run across it? Can we? Can we? Canwecanwecanwe? Please daddy, please?” Billy’s mum, Goethe, smiled at him and told him that could and then linked her arm through Pauley’s and laid her head on his shoulder.
Suddenly, a creature leapt from underneath and landed in the middle of the bridge. “Stop right there little boy!” roared the beast, and Billy staggered backwards, falling over and crying. Pauley and Goethe ran up to their son.
“I’m sorry,” said the beast. I never meant to scare ya, “I was just playing. I’m a troll, see, and I have to leap onto the bridge whenever anyone comes by and demand something from them as payment.”
“What do you want?” asked Pauley, pushing his son and wife behind him.
“Hey, just because I am a troll, doesn’t mean I am nasty” the creature responded. “Law dictates I have to have payment. So shake my hand and off you go.”
Sunday Photo Fiction: Sanctuary
Every week you can find a photo prompt to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words. If you want to have a go, take a look here, or if you want to see what others have written, click on the blue creature.
The start of this story can be found here.
Dan’s Story III: Sanctuary
Dan knew that moving the sheet would reveal a missing leg. One of the Humans was an “Earther” like the ones his ancestor, Daniel, fought and gave his life to defeat them. He moved the sheet anyway, and confirmed his fears. Pulling the sheet back over the body, he walked up the alley to Dahlia and guided her out onto the main part of the road. She had tears pouring down her cheeks. He stopped and held her close, wrapping all of arms around her. She buried her head into his shoulder and wailed. Rocking her side to side, he made sympathetic noises in her ear and kissed the top of her head.
Glancing up, he saw the windows of a human church and led Dahlia inside. The human with a white collar stood up from one of the benches and ran to them.
“What’s the matter young lady?” the vicar asked.
Dan looked at him and whispered, “We’ve just found her father. We need your god to pray for him, as well as our own gods.”
“It doesn’t quite work in that way,” the vicar replied. “But I will pray to my God for him. Your friend will be safe here, I promise you.” Dan nodded and lifted Dahlia’s face. “I am going to find who did this, and they will be brought to justice. Whether an Earther or an Earther-Liker, they will pay. I promise you.”
Dan left the church for the Hall of Records.
A Mixed Bag 