tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post5854798513139979887..comments2023-05-30T08:22:27.137-06:00Comments on The Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked!: #ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 135Siobhan Muirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13653107467839760917noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-24316351556933716492014-09-12T10:39:57.841-06:002014-09-12T10:39:57.841-06:00Thank you. :D
Right now, it's just a flash fic...Thank you. :D<br />Right now, it's just a flash fic, I'm afraid. But I do intend to have a similar scene in my next multi-chapter story. :)TwiAddictAnnehttps://www.fanfiction.net/u/5527504/TwiAddictAnnenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-16027544282846915242014-09-12T10:11:18.037-06:002014-09-12T10:11:18.037-06:00Thank you, Veronica!!! Much, much appreciated!!! Thank you, Veronica!!! Much, much appreciated!!! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10767464561935730065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-78471983566144859672014-09-12T06:35:24.500-06:002014-09-12T06:35:24.500-06:00Great intro! And the use of the prompt was brillia...Great intro! And the use of the prompt was brilliant. I guess that was one hard lesson to learn. Nice job!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-45387826899013442772014-09-12T06:32:58.455-06:002014-09-12T06:32:58.455-06:00Get use of the prompt! What I wouldn't give to...Get use of the prompt! What I wouldn't give to hear his answer!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-52997916714088173692014-09-12T06:30:58.878-06:002014-09-12T06:30:58.878-06:00Is this part of a larger WIP? The last line really...Is this part of a larger WIP? The last line really struck me. Great job!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-74494590127546838472014-09-12T06:29:17.628-06:002014-09-12T06:29:17.628-06:00This is one of those interesting cases where I rea...This is one of those interesting cases where I really shouldn't be rooting for the MC, but I totally am. I hope he gets out it!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-34927689689875112802014-09-12T06:23:02.945-06:002014-09-12T06:23:02.945-06:00Great tension! And great dialogue. Made me think o...Great tension! And great dialogue. Made me think of the poor souls who get dragged before congress!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-86600489973459618832014-09-12T06:20:22.592-06:002014-09-12T06:20:22.592-06:00This reads like the opening scene of a fantastic s...This reads like the opening scene of a fantastic sci-fi epic film! Great imagery!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-36277241797298227032014-09-12T05:56:57.502-06:002014-09-12T05:56:57.502-06:00Great ending. Now I'm going to wondering all d...Great ending. Now I'm going to wondering all day how she manages to get him out! :)Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-42597437970898320572014-09-12T05:45:12.919-06:002014-09-12T05:45:12.919-06:00This has the making of a much longer adventure sto...This has the making of a much longer adventure story! Any chance you've written more?Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-81083250743063819462014-09-12T05:42:32.886-06:002014-09-12T05:42:32.886-06:00This little story kept me guessing to the end. Wel...This little story kept me guessing to the end. Well done!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-17122057393062196562014-09-12T05:38:22.260-06:002014-09-12T05:38:22.260-06:00Yep, smiling now. Vikings...awesome!Yep, smiling now. Vikings...awesome!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-88377177524790927952014-09-12T05:37:33.080-06:002014-09-12T05:37:33.080-06:00Justice can be so sweet! Great story!Justice can be so sweet! Great story!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-77086158449928274052014-09-12T05:35:55.458-06:002014-09-12T05:35:55.458-06:00Very sweet! Is this part of a WIP or a longer stor...Very sweet! Is this part of a WIP or a longer story? I'd love to read it!Veronica Jordenhttp://www.veronicajorden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-16589226604519619182014-09-11T20:48:29.880-06:002014-09-11T20:48:29.880-06:00Wow. Great writing here. This will be tough!Wow. Great writing here. This will be tough!HistorySleuthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05502098938801373264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-41601735155388424432014-09-11T20:03:21.848-06:002014-09-11T20:03:21.848-06:00#ThursThreads is now CLOSED. Thanks to everyone wh...#ThursThreads is now CLOSED. Thanks to everyone who wrote this week and I hope to see you next week. :)Siobhan Muirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00595776353171184107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-80654116297619596962014-09-11T19:30:23.542-06:002014-09-11T19:30:23.542-06:00I never imagined that fresh air could be more prec...I never imagined that fresh air could be more precious than gold. After several weeks locked in a hull pregnant with dying men, breathable air was a treasure. It was worth the mind-shredding pain that exploded from the wound in my thigh. <br /><br />I was especially pleased to be amongst the last to come on deck, the glaring sun already hidden below the horizon and the moon visible in a soft, violet sky.<br /><br />Sergeant Henry Adams, a fellow captive, had become my crutch. A tall, stout man, he carried my weight as if I were a child. We marched in our designated group for eight passes from bow to stern.<br /> <br />“How’s the leg?” he whispered. <br /><br />“Same as yesterday. No better, no worse.”<br /><br />“Think you can still swim?”<br /><br />I gave him a quizzical look, but swallowed my question as the guard called for our return below. I shook my head instead, not wanting to invite the beating that came for breaking the silence.<br /><br />By the time he helped me to my makeshift bunk, the full blackness of night had set upon us. <br /><br />“Get ready,” he said, his thick arm still supporting me. In an instant the dry, splintered wall of the ship grew bright with fire. Several others punched through the weakened hull, permitting the dark, cold bay water to invade our space.<br /><br />“Let them see the signs of our victory in this blaze. Let the see that we will not be broken.” <br /><br />“Now, think you can swim?”<br /><br />Dumbfounded I nodded.<br /><br />@RevolutionaryVJ<br />249 words<br />RevolutionaryVJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02094316029232494452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-18437964457944895222014-09-11T18:30:55.901-06:002014-09-11T18:30:55.901-06:00Endemic wastelands stretched across a vast sea of ...Endemic wastelands stretched across a vast sea of desolation, filling the mind’s eye with a scene of apocalyptic proportions. Nothing lay here now save dissolute souls of the defeated, and the dust of a thousand civilizations.<br />Across a barren world, the landscape remained the same. Oceans were dry, mountains toppled, lakes arid; nothing lived. <br />Behold a brown dot in the night sky to mark the grave of a once-vibrant world in a dying universe.<br />Two stood amidst the rubble. Red eyes peered across the handiwork of those who’d come before. To them this bare, inhospitable landscape was a lecture, a mere lesson on a blackboard.<br />Metallic voices debated the merits of the day’s session.<br />“It seems such a waste.” <br />“Perhaps.” said another, reverberating deeper into the dusk of evening. “If there were no more worlds. Yet, this is not the case.”<br />“Still, there could have been much potential here, if it were only seen and recognized.”<br />A long pause emphasized the impudence of that bold statement.<br />“When this world was pristine, I saw it with my own eyes. I saw the arrogant creatures who pretended to rule. And I say to you now, there was no potential here.”<br />And yet the student continued to protest.<br />“And yet, I see no signs of our own progress in this forsaken wasteland.”<br />“No, you do not.” answered the instructor. “See the signs of our victory.”<br />And with those words, the day’s lesson was concluded. <br /><br />241 Words<br />@EvenSultryAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12399001768921553565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-32525055020398002802014-09-11T16:26:48.995-06:002014-09-11T16:26:48.995-06:00Really vivid. I can absolutely see this.Really vivid. I can absolutely see this.Sandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-46916909710952882882014-09-11T16:23:10.715-06:002014-09-11T16:23:10.715-06:00Vikings! You awesome woman, you. :) Vikings! You awesome woman, you. :) Sandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-81358349415426593462014-09-11T16:18:59.894-06:002014-09-11T16:18:59.894-06:00“Isea, I see the cattle,” Eithne said with a nod, ...“<i>Isea</i>, I see the cattle,” Eithne said with a nod, dropping her spindle and playing out the gathered wool. The motion soothed her, making it necessary. The aftermath of a battle in Dál Fiatach was unsettling. “They’re everywhere, Cían.”<br /><br />Cían breathed in his pride, blue eyes gleaming under blond brows as he brought forth a finely wrought blade. “King Blathmac himself gave me this.” The last rays of the evening sun touched the blade’s edge, but Cían finally discerned Eithne wasn’t altogether happy. He caught her chin on one bloodstained finger and gazed into the sea gray of her eyes. “What is it, dove?”<br /><br />All at once, Eithne had had it with acting the dutiful wife. Her eyes burned from the force of her emotion as she caught up her spindle with ease and shoved it into the pouch she wore at her waist. “What <i>is</i> it he asks me? Cían . . . “ She made an inarticulate sound and caught his wrists her in hands. Blood stained each line of his knuckles, each callus of his palm. “D’you <i>see</i> this? And for what, the cattle?” <br /><br />“Wife! You knew this would happen. Eoin wasn’t going to rest—“<br /><br />Desperation had her pulling his hands to her belly, where a child grew yet unseen. Still, she knew. “But what about <i>us</i>, Cían?” When his eyes widened in surprise she slid his hands up so that they came between their two faces. “See the signs of our victory, <i>your victory</i>. Is it worth it?”<br />===<br />Word count: 248<br />Sandi Layne<br />@sandyquillSandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-16501045938004035202014-09-11T14:36:11.270-06:002014-09-11T14:36:11.270-06:00Striking opening!Striking opening!Louisa Baciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12465650692407681636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-77822511266574853202014-09-11T14:35:19.539-06:002014-09-11T14:35:19.539-06:00Oooh, tricky split there!Oooh, tricky split there!Louisa Baciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12465650692407681636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-37091284030961669322014-09-11T14:34:54.449-06:002014-09-11T14:34:54.449-06:00The smell of gunpowder stung her nose. Hands shaki...The smell of gunpowder stung her nose. Hands shaking, Tala dropped the gun. The dark metal struck the dry ground, kicking up a pile of dust. With the back of her hand, she wiped the annoying wetness from her face, streaking grit over her cheek. <br /><br />Blood splattered the dirt, trailing off into the green of the forest. She cringed, feeling weak, and sought out the comfort of Jace’s gaze. His wide eyes reflected her horror. <br /><br />The yelp of the wolf looped in her head. Agony. Fear. She didn’t want to shoot, but once the creature leapt, it became him or her. She didn’t want to die, today.<br /><br />Her knees caved, her vision blurred and she collapsed. Strong arms gripped her waist as Jace steadied her against his sturdy body.<br /><br />“Easy there,” he soothed. “I’ve got you.”<br /><br />She twisted her body to face him, and he brushed smear marks off her face with his thumb. <br /><br />“I-I-I didn’t mean …” the words stuck in her throat.<br /><br />“Shhh. I know. You didn’t kill him. He’ll be hurt, but he’ll live.”<br /><br />“Are you sure?”<br /><br />“Pretty much.” He picked up the gun, checked the safety and snapped it into the holster. “Where did you learn to shoot like that?”<br /><br />“My brother.”<br /><br />With a swipe of his foot, Jace obliterated the remnants of the encounter. “See the signs of our victory,” he said, “gone.”<br /><br />She shook her head, thinking about the old cliché that violence never solved violence. “Feels like we’ve lost more than we gained.” <br /><br />250 words<br />@LouisaBacio <br />Louisa Baciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12465650692407681636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-70139198784623088482014-09-11T13:31:44.757-06:002014-09-11T13:31:44.757-06:00God cop cars smell. Sweat, blood, drugs, vomit; I ...God cop cars smell. Sweat, blood, drugs, vomit; I wonder if they ever bother cleaning the damn things. <br /><br />"You better not have ratted us out, kid."<br /><br />I look toward Lt. Michealson. "You wish."<br /><br />The car jerks to a stop at a red light. Three blocks to go. He turns around, his red face set in a deep frown. <br /><br />"You help me put these guys away, you stay out of the federal pen. You rat us out and you go to jail for so many years you'll be dead when you come out."<br /><br />I glance down at my phone. We're ready. <br /><br />The unmarked car stops outside a house on X street. I open the door but Michealson shakes his head. <br /><br />"You stay here, kid. I don't trust you."<br /><br />Fuck. As soon as Michealson's back is turned, I text Aaron for help. <br /><br />See the signs of our victory<br /><br />I wrinkle my brow, glancing toward the house. Not only has a S.W.A.T. team arrived, but my side is ready, guns pointing out windows. Michealson turns, his face redder than ever. <br /><br />I wrench the door open and run. Someone heavy lands on me, breath hot on my neck. Cold cuffs snick into place and Michealson yanks me to my feet. He drags me to a cruiser and throws me inside, slamming the door. Satisfaction spreads on his face as he gives S.W.A.T. the go signal. Somehow, I don't think my side is going to be victorious tonight. <br /><br />@Aightball<br />243 wordsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com