tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post8949815262517650261..comments2023-05-30T08:22:27.137-06:00Comments on The Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked!: #ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 112Siobhan Muirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13653107467839760917noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-7473309430668024092014-03-22T18:03:53.796-06:002014-03-22T18:03:53.796-06:00Great flash fiction Lizzie!!!!!!!!!! :DGreat flash fiction Lizzie!!!!!!!!!! :DA.C. Dominguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16878851015556971135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-73559829610735157232014-03-13T20:03:56.378-06:002014-03-13T20:03:56.378-06:00#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-55515120729523579562014-03-13T18:36:10.520-06:002014-03-13T18:36:10.520-06:00wow...great story, love the imagery... I could def...wow...great story, love the imagery... I could definitely feel sense the dry skin and the wool touching it... Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01708570342580054598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-32879351652864760352014-03-13T18:32:26.347-06:002014-03-13T18:32:26.347-06:00110 words, btw.110 words, btw.Leigh Ellwoodhttp://www.leighellwood.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-12198338272776095092014-03-13T18:07:15.611-06:002014-03-13T18:07:15.611-06:00Wow... great story...loved the imagery-- Wow... great story...loved the imagery-- Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01708570342580054598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-23644062691033050872014-03-13T17:59:29.730-06:002014-03-13T17:59:29.730-06:00Ohmygosh, this is soooo creepy good! Ohmygosh, this is soooo creepy good! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02833068123845921941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-701365896227911262014-03-13T17:56:10.075-06:002014-03-13T17:56:10.075-06:00“I want you. Gods above, I want you.” With more ef...“I want you. Gods above, I want you.” With more effort than she knew, I stepped back. “I’ve said all I can, Key.”<br /><br />“Isn’t it just like you to whisper sweet nothings and walk away?” She rubbed a hand over her lips, and I hoped, just this once, she didn’t mean to antagonize me.<br /><br />She did anyway, but maybe—<br /><br />“Oh, now you don’t want your space?” I wrapped my hands around her hips and tugged her tight against me. Every muscle stood at the ready, desperate for her permission. Once, I might have claimed her, but the rules had changed. She’d modernized in the eons since I’d loved her. “Just say the word, love, and I will strip you bare and taste every bit of you. Head to toe. Not one centimeter spared.”<br /><br />“And then what?” Her words came in breathy gasps. She wasn’t unaffected, not by any stretch of the imagination.<br /><br />“I’m not walking away, Key.” One deep breath embedded the scent of her in my memories. “No one is taking you from me again.”<br /><br />“You can’t promise me that.”<br /><br />“I can. One word from you gives me hope that no one can take you from me.” I stroked my fingertips up and down her sensitive ribs.<br /><br />“Eros.”<br /><br />I couldn’t hold out. I needed her. I had to have her.<br /><br />“The word is ‘yes’ by the way.” I skimmed my teeth along the sweet column of her throat. “In case you’d forgotten.”<br /><br />“Yes.” Her breathy moan destroyed my control.<br /><br />@caramichaels<br />250 #WIP500 wordsCara Michaelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00956521710750982258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-4630567758383025072014-03-13T17:53:20.074-06:002014-03-13T17:53:20.074-06:00It was Sunday morning. Time to go to church.
I st...It was Sunday morning. Time to go to church.<br /><br />I staggered out of bed. “Work, legs! Work!” I staggered into the bathroom, stripped, turned on the shower, and staggered in. The water was fucking cold! “Jesus!” I turned the hot all the way up. “Fuck!” as I felt my skin boiling away. I stepped out of the water, and stuck a hand under it while I adjusted it.<br /><br />“I hate fucking Sundays!” I soaped up and rinsed, then washed my balding head. Then I turned the water off. “You’re fucking out of time!”<br /><br />I got out, dried off, then shaved as I stood in front of the mirror, . Standing there, starkers, I wondered about those guys that shave their nuts. The thought of even using an electric razor down there terrified me. “Maybe the use Nair or something?”<br /><br />I got dressed. Even put on a tie. Had to tie that bitch three times. I got it tied, looked in the mirror, “Fuck!” and started over.<br /><br />I hopped in the car and floored it, stopping at Hardee’s for a giant Coke, and a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit. I ate as I flew down the highway, screaming, “Fucking idiot!” every time I had to change lanes to get around some slow ass bastard.<br /><br />Of course I got there on time. And once there, everything was perfect. And after the service, all the old bitches said to me, “I wish my boy was just like you.”<br /><br />Fuck yeah!<br /><br />246 Words<br />@LurchMunster<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-40188764100849913902014-03-13T17:46:02.030-06:002014-03-13T17:46:02.030-06:00Very ominous. And what a great word: "obsequi...Very ominous. And what a great word: "obsequious."Louisa Baciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12465650692407681636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-89767408963232388152014-03-13T17:34:30.117-06:002014-03-13T17:34:30.117-06:00Oh Sven. I was right there with him in that muck. ...Oh Sven. I was right there with him in that muck. Nice imagery.Hunter Frosthttp://www.hunterfrost.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-75142859982183289422014-03-13T17:26:50.471-06:002014-03-13T17:26:50.471-06:00"Wool over dry skin" --- ewww"Wool over dry skin" --- ewwwLouisa Baciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12465650692407681636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-61579259768859436822014-03-13T17:24:58.397-06:002014-03-13T17:24:58.397-06:00Great language. Hmmm from sexy to the fucked-up br...Great language. Hmmm from sexy to the fucked-up brother!Louisa Baciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12465650692407681636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-82156673812303981822014-03-13T17:23:32.566-06:002014-03-13T17:23:32.566-06:00Love this! Gives me goosebumps :-)Love this! Gives me goosebumps :-)Hunter Frosthttp://www.hunterfrost.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-18328207636510162872014-03-13T17:23:25.692-06:002014-03-13T17:23:25.692-06:00Swirls of mist curled close to the grass. Sven wal...Swirls of mist curled close to the grass. Sven walked through the viscous atmosphere, expecting it to whip upward, grasping as his legs. Instead, the dense cloud barely parted and reformed in his wake. <br /><br />In the distance, he made out the willowy shapes of trees. Odd yellowed beams of light from the nearby highway reflected and drowned. <br /><br />She told him he would find one of his answers out here. All he saw was nature. The cloying thickness of it stuck in his throat. He tasted the air, could chew it up and swallow it for substance.<br /><br />At the thought of food, his stomach rumbled. He pulled his cell from his back pocket. No reception, of course, but it told the time, 11:11 p.m. An odd quacking echoed, bouncing off the fog. He turned, searching out the direction of the pound. He didn’t need to end up face first in the algae-scum-covered water.<br /><br />Another fear struck. Which was the way back? Damn Madeline, and her bizarre scavenger hunt. Why didn’t she answer his questions about why he’d been chosen?<br /><br />Didn’t everybody wonder why am I here, and where did I come from?<br /><br />He stumbled, falling to his knees on the soggy ground. With a groan, he sat down, resting his head in his palms, trying to remember the esoteric bullshit she’d given him. <br /><br />Realization dawned, and unlike a movie … the mist did not clear. <br /><br />“All you can be is who you are. Just like you.”<br /><br />Louisa Bacio<br />@LouisaBacio<br />245 wordsLouisa Baciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12465650692407681636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-85825687216693264612014-03-13T17:22:25.285-06:002014-03-13T17:22:25.285-06:00Wow..You hooked me. Nice!Wow..You hooked me. Nice!Hunter Frosthttp://www.hunterfrost.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-42639264978155861682014-03-13T17:14:32.690-06:002014-03-13T17:14:32.690-06:00Beautiful, a fantastic tale :-) Beautiful, a fantastic tale :-) Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12780678564632145260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-7053529292685117292014-03-13T17:11:44.625-06:002014-03-13T17:11:44.625-06:00Beautiful and heart-wrenching. A great tale :-) Beautiful and heart-wrenching. A great tale :-) Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-58461460859223365642014-03-13T16:56:10.460-06:002014-03-13T16:56:10.460-06:00"Muma, can I go knock for Jack?" Suzi ga..."Muma, can I go knock for Jack?" Suzi gave an exsarspareted smile and said "no, they can only just have arrived home!" Suzi carried on checking her marking with a smile. Life was surely never dull around here! <br /><br />She had the home to run efficiently, difficult enough as she kept up with all little Freddie's experiments and a ton of marking! She was proud of him for sure but oh boy did he tire her out quickly! Staring out of the window watching Freddie play on his 'castle' Suzi's thoughts drifted back to the conversation she'd had with her father over coffee. <br /><br />They'd been sitting with their coffee for a while when Freddie had come up with another gem. Suzi as usual had felt like squirming, at times she guilt ridden perceived he did it deliberately, while her father laughed. “Just like you. ” and Suzi had taken a double step back in her seat at that “yes, He's just like you. You were inquisitive and impetuous like your Freddie.” <br /><br />Snapping back to current reality, Suzi made her own impetuous decision. She put aside her marking and grabbed her jumper and shoes before joining Freddie on his castle. It was far too nice a day to miss spending time with her precious child. In future she would choose how he was just like her!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-56531300065012911742014-03-13T15:40:56.889-06:002014-03-13T15:40:56.889-06:00Yay! Kasey came to play! :-) Great piece. I wouldn...Yay! Kasey came to play! :-) Great piece. I wouldn't mind falling into the arms of Mr. Classy Businessman...Hunter Frosthttp://www.hunterfrost.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-39318455274803753812014-03-13T15:24:38.756-06:002014-03-13T15:24:38.756-06:00I seem to have a knack for falling on my ass. Toni...I seem to have a knack for falling on my ass. Tonight, apparently, was no different as I found myself tripping on the carpet of the bar I'd tracked my loser brother to. Flailing, I landed with a hard thump - not on the floor, but against the chest of a tall, gorgeous stranger. <br /><br />"I've got you. Don't worry. I won't let you fall." His voice a surprisingly sweet low drawl.<br /><br />I looked up into beautiful hazel eyes as he leaned down to kiss my palm. Sharp tingles shot up my arm and straight to my pussy. For a moment, the chaos of my life disappeared, and I felt safe and warm wrapped up in his solid arms. <br /><br />But I didn't belong here. The more comfortable I became with his hands on my body, with my hand on his chest, the quicker I should run away from him, grab my fuck up of a brother and get the hell out of this trendoid den of iniquity. But his strong hand on my back and the sweet kiss of my hand had somehow rendered me stupid...and a little horny, truth be told. Mr. Classy Businessman definitely had my teeny tiny panties in a twist. <br /><br />Just when I was about to shake free from his cobra spell, he brushed a kiss on my cheek and whispered, "I've been waiting my whole life for someone just like you to fall into my arms."<br />-------<br />247 words<br />@kaseylanewrites<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02833068123845921941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-90419574177420051982014-03-13T14:31:18.829-06:002014-03-13T14:31:18.829-06:00 The father wondered how to fix the hurt in his d... The father wondered how to fix the hurt in his daughter’s eyes. She thought they didn’t love her now.<br /><br />“Daddy, am I adopted?”<br />“Yes, Mommy and I wanted a child. I even thought I wanted a little boy.”<br />“A boy? But I’m not a boy.”<br />“No, you’re not. When I picked you up out of your crib you’re tiny little fingers, grabbed my finger and held tight.”<br />“Then what happened Daddy?” asked the little girl.<br />“My heart filled with such love that I knew you were the one. That we needed a little girl in our lives just like you.”<br />“And then what happened?”<br />“Your mother and I moved heaven and earth to adopt you and bring you home with us.”<br />“So I became your little girl?”<br />“Yes, you became our Marvielle.”<br />“And my name means miracle because you and mommy said I was your miracle.”<br />“After having three stillborn babies go back to God you were our miracle chosen to be big sister to Lourdes.”<br />“So when Lourdes comes home, you’ll still love me? Even though she was born from mommy?”<br />“Marvielle, I love you, mommy loves you. We have enough love in us for both of you. Now don’t tell your sister but you’ll always have the biggest part of my heart.”<br />“I love you too, daddy. “I promise to be the best big sister ever. Can we get Mommy and Lourdes, now?”<br />“Yes, sweetheart. We can bring them home now,”the father proclaimed smiling.<br />247 words <br />@SweetSheilSheilagh Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13741333943021570641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-26255977830655292712014-03-13T14:23:54.783-06:002014-03-13T14:23:54.783-06:00Sade fisted her hands on her hips. Sinjen waited f...Sade fisted her hands on her hips. Sinjen waited for her chin to thrust out in stubborn profile. Her green bottle-glass eyes glittered before they narrowed. He stilled, as patient as any predator.<br /><br />“Why should I?” She pivoted on her heel, pacing away from him. Sade paused at the window, staring out across the midnight waves of Lake Superior.<br /><br />“Because it’s important to him, Sade.”<br /><br />Her shoulders stiffened and he fought the urge to cross to her, to touch her, rub away the fear roiling beneath her angry surface. <br /><br />“Why do you care? You don’t even like Caleb.”<br /><br />“That is not true, Sade. Why does this upset you?”<br /><br />“It…” Her nervous fingers uncurled and plucked at her trousers. “He won’t be mine anymore.”<br /><br />Ah, and there was the truth of it. Now he approached and slipped his arms around her rigid body, pulling her back against him. “He’s not leaving you, love.” He turned her in his arms, kissed her forehead and held her close again. “You need to learn to share.”<br /><br />“Just like you?”<br /><br />Sinjen threw back his head, laughing. “I don’t share. You’d do well to remember that.”<br /><br />“Is that a threat?”<br /><br />“Yes.”<br /><br />Sade worked her arms up between them and leaned back. Then she thumped him with a fist. “Neanderthal.”<br /><br />“Indeed.” She glared at the frothy pile of satin and lace huddling on his bed. “To stand with your brother’s bride is an honor, Sade.”<br /><br />She shuddered and gulped. “But…why does it have to be so…pink!”<br /><br />****<br />249 words<br />@SilverJames_<br />Silver Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15606837105470988646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-71214569611015099742014-03-13T14:10:08.416-06:002014-03-13T14:10:08.416-06:00I wish I could be
just like you
and roll out of be...I wish I could be<br />just like you<br />and roll out of bed<br />with every hair in place<br />a gleaming smile<br />to greet the new day<br /><br />I wish everything<br />I touched turned gold<br />easily completed<br />and error free<br />and loved by all<br />I wish my clothes fit<br />as well as yours<br />and everything I ate<br />simply vanished<br />and didn’t stay to <br />bulge and pucker<br />I wish I had your<br />strength and confidence<br />and could go to sleep<br />not worrying about<br />the bills or will<br />somebody break in<br />or will I die in my sleep<br />Most of all<br />I wish I could understand<br />why you want to be<br />just like me.<br /><br /><br />Leigh Ellwood<br />@LeighEllwoodLeigh Ellwoodhttp://www.leighellwood.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-3048690517804131872014-03-13T13:57:21.055-06:002014-03-13T13:57:21.055-06:00Ma and Pa sat in a sunbeam, the hardwood floor unc...Ma and Pa sat in a sunbeam, the hardwood floor uncomfortable under their bony bottoms.<br /><br />"Why do you look like a penguin?"<br /><br />Ma idly licked her paw, smoothing it over her right ear. She regarded Pa narrowed eyes, shaking her head. She licked her paw and smoothed it over her ear again. <br /><br />"I suppose I look this way because my parents looked this way. Just like you. You've asked me this before, now shoo."<br /><br />She flapped her paw as if shaking sand from it. Pa turned and walked down the hall in search of the too-tall human that seemed to love him just a bit too much sometimes. Ma was irritating lately and he chalked it up to her age. Nudging the office door open, he looked in, his eyes widening. <br /><br />The too-tall human was sitting on the floor, tears streaming down his face. He hugged his knees to his chest. Pa walked forward, nuzzling his owners hand, yowling when he was swept into a crushing embrace. <br /><br />"Don't cry, human," he said. He licked the salty tears, trying not to cringe. "I’m here."<br /><br />Ma came in and shook her head. "This is most undignified. Why is he crying this time?"<br /><br />"Be nice. He's nice to us. Try to make him happy."<br /><br />Turning on their motors, both started to purr. <br /><br />@Aightball<br />219 wordsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-53745299711035633302014-03-13T13:53:21.046-06:002014-03-13T13:53:21.046-06:00~~~~~
Not the same parents.
Not the same DNA.
N...~~~~~<br /><br />Not the same parents.<br /><br />Not the same DNA.<br /><br />Not even born on the same continent. <br /><br />But, hell, you two are made of the exact same awesome. Peas. Pods. <br /><br />All we know is that you have finally found each other now—family restored, lineage indisputable, calm pervasive. <br /><br />Because soul mates aren’t always of the romantic kind—they can also be the ones you meet up with, time after time. <br /><br />Life after life. <br /><br />One time a father, the next time a son. <br /><br />The next again, a trusted friend. <br /><br />True friendship will find a way. Every single time.<br /><br />For someone just like you. <br /><br /><br />~~~~~<br /><br /><br />Word count: 100 on the nose<br />Twitter handle: @AnnaLund2011<br />AnnaLund2011https://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com