tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post5240261592000262848..comments2023-05-30T08:22:27.137-06:00Comments on The Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked!: #ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 136Siobhan Muirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13653107467839760917noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-56425746746844189092014-09-18T20:03:35.056-06:002014-09-18T20:03:35.056-06:00#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-51731669169345532392014-09-18T19:01:54.977-06:002014-09-18T19:01:54.977-06:00Wow! These stories are awesome! It's going to ...Wow! These stories are awesome! It's going to be difficult to choose a favorite... I'll check back after the contest has closed. :)Cindy Starkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18167480997284656661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-717630866785636852014-09-18T18:34:09.065-06:002014-09-18T18:34:09.065-06:00His armor should have chafed. It used too, back du...His armor should have chafed. It used too, back during a time when things were simpler, clearer.<br />Without realizing it, Stavross had actually gotten used to the discomfort. Now that it was gone, an ironic sense of melancholy had settled over his soul. The oddly uncomfortable had become the strangely consoling.<br />“You’ll get used to it.”<br />Myrna could read his mind. A trait in exceptional women, he’d noticed. Stav’s mother had always seemed to know what he was thinking, and she was exceptional indeed. Until he met Myrna, Stavross had chalked it up to matronly wisdom. <br />“I don’t want to be used to it,” Stavross replied. “I just want to go home.”<br />Stav peered out over the balcony to wide green fields behind a rocky chain of hills.<br />Myrna drew up beside him.<br />“I know.”<br />“But this is home now, isn’t it?” Stavross asked.<br />Myra’s silence answered quite succinctly.<br />Heavy weights of a king’s burden pulled his shoulders down.<br />“We are the chosen ones.” Stavross stated flatly, in a statement of neither question or fact. “Aren’t we?”<br />After a moment of reflection on the landscape around them, Stavross turned to his love. Deep eyes conveyed the true sorrow in his mind, and the devotion of his heart.<br />“I’m sorry.”<br />“It’s okay.” Myrna replied, seeing in his eyes the depth of his emotions. “I’m still glad to be with you.”<br />Stav’s eyes went wide. <br />“Really? Even if it is the end?”<br />“Even if it’s the very end, my love.”<br />@EvenSultry<br />248 words<br />Even Sultryhttp://evensultry.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-91337207324851464412014-09-18T18:20:16.656-06:002014-09-18T18:20:16.656-06:00Haha... he wasn't even supposed to be "th...Haha... he wasn't even supposed to be "the one"... I dunno. He decided this is his story, forget the other guy. ;)Cara Michaelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00956521710750982258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-19740081625569268532014-09-18T18:11:52.180-06:002014-09-18T18:11:52.180-06:00You tease, Cara! When are you writing that one all...You tease, Cara! When are you writing that one all the way? I gotta know what happens to that pirate. :DSiobhan Muirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00595776353171184107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-17191314558146187522014-09-18T18:04:24.108-06:002014-09-18T18:04:24.108-06:00“How does she end up among the stars? The woman wh...“How does she end up among the stars? The woman who wants the earth and grass between her toes, who studies and tends the life the soil offers up?”<br /><br />His words carried a romance that turned my cheeks red. He offered me the distance of third person to tell my tales. Silly that it should work. He had a surprising knack with people, my space pirate. A half-smile curved my lips. And when had I started thinking of him as mine?<br /><br />“It cannot have been easy to trade the endless cycles of growth for the dead of space.”<br /><br />“No.” Maybe I—<i>she</i>—even changed her mind once or twice. “But then she gets a letter. You know what I mean?” Had he ever seen paper?<br /><br />“I’m familiar with the concept.” He grinned. “I made a fortune on parchment and stationery once on the third moon of—” He cut himself short. “So. She receives a letter…”<br /><br />“Understand, out of tens of thousands of candidates, twenty get this particular letter.” The claustrophobia of those insane early months closed in on me— “The press is hounding our every move, family and friends are angry and hurt, those who didn’t make the cut hate us. And there’s EASA, just feeding the frenzy. Go here. Smile there. Wave. Yep, here we are—the chosen ones. Gaea’s Chosen.”<br /><br />“Do not ask me to pity you, love.” His smile invited a response. “For the journey brought you to me, a turn of events I cannot regret.”<br /><br />@caramichaels<br />250 WIP wordsCara Michaelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00956521710750982258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-84988894997014814512014-09-18T17:58:28.109-06:002014-09-18T17:58:28.109-06:00Wendy, I'm thinking about maybe serializing th...Wendy, I'm thinking about maybe serializing this on Wattpad for a free read, just for fun. I don't normally write SciFi but these two characters won't leave me alone. LOL And thanks to you and Sandi for the kind words. Silver Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15606837105470988646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-43171732902503707182014-09-18T17:55:30.365-06:002014-09-18T17:55:30.365-06:00Just another day in the life of the Norse gods... ...Just another day in the life of the Norse gods... :)<br /><br />Vikings! Again! Yer ah-sum.Sandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-63340862576665176812014-09-18T17:00:31.993-06:002014-09-18T17:00:31.993-06:00Volcano! Oh my. What an ending for the peaceful en...Volcano! Oh my. What an ending for the peaceful entrance!Sandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-24073205744253444782014-09-18T16:38:22.721-06:002014-09-18T16:38:22.721-06:00@joshbgosh
201 words@joshbgosh<br />201 wordsJosh Petershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09167266827190384517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-69646390089079084922014-09-18T16:25:54.891-06:002014-09-18T16:25:54.891-06:00The wind whistled from the cave mouth, sounding mu...The wind whistled from the cave mouth, sounding much like a colossal giant whistling in the dark. Hidden depths let the sound resonate and Corlith shivered. Whatever had been left here certainly held sway.<br /><br />“Be still, both of you.” Siriana snarled at them, but Corlith noted her expression held tension.<br /><br />“What’s the matter, Princess?” Corlith shrugged away his misgivings. “Already regretting the decision to come in here?”<br /><br />“Only regretting the sequence of unfortunate events to bring you into our domain, goblin.”<br /><br />“Yeah.” Corlith nodded as his eyes roved over their surroundings. “Me, too.”<br /><br />Despite his hands tied behind him, he took a few steps under one arch, inhaling the scents of dust and moisture. Why would it smell wet in a desert cave? <i>Might be the rain outside.</i> Corlith took a careful, meandering path through the broken debris from the ceiling.<br /><br />The sounds of the rain faded and a new thunder reached his ears. He ducked under a toppled column and damn near banged his head on it as he stood up too fast. A great waterfall filled an atrium-like room, the pool surrounding an altar covered by hanging vines and flowers.<br /><br />Across the altar words had been carved.<br /><br />“By the Goddess.” Siriana appeared at his side.<br /><br />“What does it say?”<br /><br />“We are the Chosen ones.” She pointed to a pictograph below the words. An odd carving of a gryphon and a bipedal figure with horns facing each other with forelimbs joined stood out in stark relief. "That’s us.”<br /><br />249 ineligible #WIP500 words<br />@SiobhanMuirSiobhan Muirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00595776353171184107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-38689292483137154252014-09-18T16:19:37.712-06:002014-09-18T16:19:37.712-06:00“Sweet one, open your eyes.”
Gana rolled over and... “Sweet one, open your eyes.”<br /><br />Gana rolled over and blinked. The dim light of dawn lit the hut through a small window. Dako sat on the edge of their bed and stroked her hair. Outside a breeze rustled the dried grasses that made up their hut. She inhaled deep, the smells of salt water and sulfur clashing. Gana closed her eyes and sighed.<br /><br />“Hold me darling."<br /><br />Dako lay down and wrapped her in his arms. They lay breathing together until the distant sound of a bell rang across the valley. Dako sat up.<br /><br />“It’s time.”<br /><br />Gana kept her eyes closed and remembered the choosing, remembered drawing the bones from the sacred gourd, seeing the joy in the faces of their families, in the faces of the tribe. And the terror she felt in her heart. She sat up and pushed the memory aside. A tear fell to the straw mattress.<br /><br />Dako brushed the moisture from her cheek and kissed her. <br /><br />“My love, we are the chosen ones.”<br /><br />He held out a beautiful robe embroidered with ornate gold designs, identical to the clothing he already wore. Gana nodded and accepted the dress. She squeezed his hand and smiled.<br /><br />Outside the hungry volcano rumbled.<br />Josh Petershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09167266827190384517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-35373311762950538342014-09-18T16:15:45.370-06:002014-09-18T16:15:45.370-06:00~~~~~
“That is such a dangerous concept.”
“What ...~~~~~<br /><br />“That is such a dangerous concept.”<br /><br />“What is, dad?”<br /><br />“This concept of thinking that <i>We are the chosen ones</i>. It always leads to war and misery.”<br /><br />“Yes, that is certainly true. That kind of thinking is believing that you are a notch above everybody else, and that never ends well.”<br /><br />“Right. Because once you start thinking that you are better than everyone else, the step is really close to not caring about them at all.”<br /><br />“By the way, dad, we should check the livestock. Don’t want any escapees, again.”<br /><br />“Right. Thor, you settle the ravens and I’ll check on Fenris.”<br /><br /><br />~~~~~<br /><br />Word count: 100 on the nose<br />Twitter handle: @AnnaLund2011<br />AnnaLund2011https://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-49926771264033462612014-09-18T16:14:55.731-06:002014-09-18T16:14:55.731-06:00broke my heart, this one.broke my heart, this one.AnnaLund2011https://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-33333611683011378862014-09-18T15:36:03.270-06:002014-09-18T15:36:03.270-06:00Agree with Sandi, ending actually made me jump, I ...Agree with Sandi, ending actually made me jump, I wasn't expecting that one. (I don't jump easily btw!) Well done xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-19557731904574344822014-09-18T15:31:03.329-06:002014-09-18T15:31:03.329-06:00“We are the chosen ones.”
"what was that?&quo...“We are the chosen ones.”<br />"what was that?" "what, what you on about?" "nothing sweetheart, it doesn't matter!"<br />Several weeks of this passed and Suzi was starting to despair. Timmy kept repeating the same phrase intermittently. The strange part was he didn't remember speaking the words. It was as if he was not himself then suddenly returned in a flash. Suzi gave herself a shake. She had to stop thinking like this or she would end up going crazy. <br />“We are the chosen ones.”<br />"what did you sweetheart? Whose the chosen ones?" <br />"I don't know momma, love you, can I have a lemadde?" <br />"love you too sweetheart, I'll get you a lemonade in a second"<br />Suzi let out a sigh as she went off to the kitchen. Everytime someone sang or played comfortably numb. Ironically it had been Suzi's favourite song. The band would remain a favourite but someone somewhere was misusing her favourite track and manipulating her baby and others too for hadn't she heard comments from other mothers in the playground? There was a mystery here that she'd have to learn to live with or else she'd have to solve it. Perhaps Hey You would be her favourite track now.<br /><br />202 words <br />(Charley_001)<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-27853795376121520212014-09-18T15:20:20.650-06:002014-09-18T15:20:20.650-06:00I'm back in!
“We are the chosen ones.” The me...I'm back in!<br /><br />“We are the chosen ones.” The message flashed on the navigation screen in front of Miyuki. No matter what she tried, she could not clear it from the screen. “Antonio, get up here this instant,” she demanded. Munching on a drumstick, he poked his head through the cockpit door and stopped as soon as he saw the message.<br /><br />“They found us?”<br /><br />“No, shit, Sherlock. What are we going to do now?” Her voice wavered as she spoke.<br /><br />Tossing the chicken leg in the disposal chute, he slid into the co-pilot's seat. “Have they sent anything else?”<br /><br />“No, just that one line. I can't even clear it from the screen. Well?” <br /><br />Antonio extracted a book from storage. He scanned the pages rapidly, then glanced at the screen again. “Um... This is embarrassing,” he muttered.<br /><br />“What is it, Antonio?” Her restrained tone belied her anger. <br /><br />He reached over to the keyboard on her side of the cockpit and pressed the “ENTER” key on the keyboard. “Sorry.”<br /><br />“WHAT? That was an outbound message?”<br /><br />Antonio grinned sheepishly. “Yeah. I was about to send it when I had to go to the head. On my way back, I got hungry. That's when you called me.”<br /><br />“Who did you send it to?” Miyuki was livid. <br /><br />A large starship materialized in front of them. Antonio looked up then said nonchalantly, “I sent it to them.”<br /><br />“You WHAT?”<br /><br />“Relax—they're loyal to you. They're here to escort you home. You're the queen now, Your Majesty.”<br /><br />*****<br />247 words<br />KB Gardener<br />kbgardener.author@gmail.comAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05780246776360657549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-71805481845958780892014-09-18T14:33:52.542-06:002014-09-18T14:33:52.542-06:00Okay, that was cool. From such a beginning to wind...Okay, that was cool. From such a beginning to wind up where it did - nice!Sandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-4169132751409106062014-09-18T14:18:07.078-06:002014-09-18T14:18:07.078-06:00drat that was suppose to be cheap, not cheaplydrat that was suppose to be cheap, not cheaplySheilagh Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13741333943021570641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-23789960171971261162014-09-18T14:15:06.123-06:002014-09-18T14:15:06.123-06:00Oh dear...this sounds heartbreaking. Is it part of...Oh dear...this sounds heartbreaking. Is it part of something else? I want to know what happens.Sandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-67949039685712011522014-09-18T14:08:48.235-06:002014-09-18T14:08:48.235-06:00I don't see the word "jut" nearly of...I don't see the word "jut" nearly often enough. It's such a perfect term. Sandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-65199981008604208372014-09-18T14:07:53.502-06:002014-09-18T14:07:53.502-06:00This sounds like fun. :) "It's raining me...This sounds like fun. :) "It's raining men!"Sandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-8336816515013318012014-09-18T14:06:02.946-06:002014-09-18T14:06:02.946-06:00“Not gonna happen,” Mikki murmured, clutching at m...“Not gonna happen,” Mikki murmured, clutching at my forearm. I flexed my fist to make my muscles ripple but she didn’t notice. I guessed I couldn’t blame her; we were waiting for our fate to be decided and even <i>my</i> forearms would take second place to that.<br /><br />Hey, I worked hard on those things. <br /><br />“It might,” I told her, whispering into her hair. She smelled amazing. Like clean laundry and girl, with a subtle heat reaching from her body to mine that added layers to the combination. “You should make it, anyway. You’re smart—“ <i>and pretty</i>, I added to myself. “You might make the cut.”<br /><br />Only a select group of people were picked before they reached eighteen. It was an honor to be chosen to get the enhancements that would extend life. That’s why I worked out, so that I would look good and be strong. I studied hard, too. <br /><br />No one wants to die, right?<br /><br />Mikki smiled up at me for a moment, her blue eyes reflecting the lights from the stadium. “You’re so sweet, Stephan.” <br /><br />“Uh, thanks?” <br /><br />She pursed her lips. “For luck,” she blurted before kissing me on the cheek.<br /><br />“Wait just a sec,” I said. “Let’s try that again. We are—“<br /><br />“The chosen ones will assemble on the platform to my right.” The Science Officer’s voice crackled through the system. There was no preamble, no more time to hope. “Mikki Adams.”<br /><br />I had to kiss her, then. Just in case. <br /><br />I never heard my name.<br />= = =<br />Word count: 249<br />Sandi Layne<br />@sandyquillSandi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01009946699607476442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-37978509078668528502014-09-18T13:59:20.088-06:002014-09-18T13:59:20.088-06:00An old home at the edge of town was my dream locat...An old home at the edge of town was my dream location where I could start a restaurant, so when the former owner Damaris Gordon had declared me distant family and sold it to me for a cheaply, I was overjoyed. But not my long term boyfriend, Grant Hamilton, he looked at the restaurant as a rival and we split. I spent light night scouring my accounts and sleeping at the building. I heard noises and went to investigate and to my surprise a ghost appeared.<br /> “What do you want of me?” I asked.<br />“I am Matilda Gordon your great-great grandmother and I am here to tell you we are the chosen ones, the Gordon women are brave and unstoppable, we live and love hard. But we often overlook the man who is the best for us. He’s at the door girl let him in.”<br />I went to the door and there he stood his short blonde hair dripping in the rain and his overcoat dripping but his hands a bouquet of roses.<br />“Mattie I love you and I’m sorry. Please forgive me marry me and I’ll support you in whatever you want to do,” Grant cried holding out the roses and a ring. In reply I placed the ring on my finger and was grabbed in a wet embrace. <br />I swear I heard bells ring and all the lights come on and my great-great- grandmother wave out of the corner of my eye then she smiled and faded away.<br />250 words <br />@SweetSheilSheilagh Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13741333943021570641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-54225892709313259422014-09-18T13:35:37.706-06:002014-09-18T13:35:37.706-06:00Six gorgeous men surround me, dressed in nothing b...Six gorgeous men surround me, dressed in nothing but towels. Sweet smoke fills the air. Each man approaches me, desperate for my attention. I send each one away until two fill my needs. <br /><br />"We are the chosen ones."<br /><br />I smirk. "You are. Keep that beast in the corner there away."<br /><br />A demon snarls and thrashes against his chains, his red skin glistening with sweat. Chains rattle and clank, bolts strain but he stays put. I slowly take a drag on a joint, the smoke curling in my lungs before I breathe it out. Blue, pink, green, yellow, orange swirl on the floor and ceiling, shifting and writing, as my chosen ones fawn over me. <br /><br />"Master, how can we please you?"<br /><br />"You can get me a glass of wine."<br /><br />Number One scurries off. Number two runs his fingers through my hair. Lightning zips through my lair and my body jerks. Voices intrude my solitude. <br /><br />"2mg of NARCAN!"<br /><br />I accept a glass of wine from Number One. A bolt of lightning sizzles near by and we duck. My body jerks and a new reality haunts my vision. I force a calming breath, my body raked with tremors. Vivid white invades my vision and I blink. <br /><br />"He's back."<br /><br />I suck in a breath and choke. My trembling hand reaches for a jeans pocket that isn't there. That means my other LSD tabs are gone. Which means I'm still alive. Which means my next stop is the federal pen. Fuck. <br /><br />@Aightball<br />246 WordsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com