tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post6156375034550758730..comments2023-05-30T08:22:27.137-06:00Comments on The Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked!: #ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 106Siobhan Muirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13653107467839760917noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-7037373967554394462014-01-31T21:22:21.355-07:002014-01-31T21:22:21.355-07:00Thank you so much :) Very kind of you!!Thank you so much :) Very kind of you!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16536221285926614069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-88304238359377960152014-01-31T10:54:23.913-07:002014-01-31T10:54:23.913-07:00Thanks so much, Theresa! Thanks so much, Theresa! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10767464561935730065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-51240145736609477082014-01-31T08:56:32.631-07:002014-01-31T08:56:32.631-07:00As always, Siobhan, your writing is visual and smo...As always, Siobhan, your writing is visual and smooth as silk. You should teach.Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-15351290104915994462014-01-31T08:54:38.692-07:002014-01-31T08:54:38.692-07:00Charlee S, you really got me. You did a great job ...Charlee S, you really got me. You did a great job of leading the reader down the wrong trail until the end. Nicely done!Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-14166226857513657002014-01-31T08:52:41.174-07:002014-01-31T08:52:41.174-07:00Sheilagh, this is an interesting, staccato interro...Sheilagh, this is an interesting, staccato interrogation. It felt brusque and professional. Nice job of taking the MC from plausible deniability, to guilty by (likely) insanity. Also--I like the props to Agatha Christie. Nice touch!Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-45510025963633211872014-01-31T08:48:37.784-07:002014-01-31T08:48:37.784-07:00Very fluid writing, Cynthia. I enjoyed the referen...Very fluid writing, Cynthia. I enjoyed the reference to "The Graduate". I couldn't help but see a little bit of Dustin Hoffman's face in Mason. :-) Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-9545782797704186232014-01-31T08:39:47.695-07:002014-01-31T08:39:47.695-07:00Nice character development in a very short piece. ...Nice character development in a very short piece. This was a fun read. :-)Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-79972463540760781122014-01-31T08:35:25.736-07:002014-01-31T08:35:25.736-07:00Those shoes are killer!
Couldn't resist. :-)...Those shoes are killer! <br /><br />Couldn't resist. :-) You did an amazing job of building Mona's character. Very dark, in an oddly lighthearted way wrapped around women's competitiveness. I think the shoe shopping lends an air of Mean Girls grown up. Entertaining read. :-)Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-68500836849056208662014-01-31T08:23:42.106-07:002014-01-31T08:23:42.106-07:00Very visual. Great job setting up the reader for t...Very visual. Great job setting up the reader for that twist. :-)Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-11976147851990387512014-01-31T08:22:26.988-07:002014-01-31T08:22:26.988-07:00Beautiful. Reads almost like poetry. :-)Beautiful. Reads almost like poetry. :-)Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-1711819284311746402014-01-31T08:20:27.519-07:002014-01-31T08:20:27.519-07:00Nice job of writing a scene that's magical, ye...Nice job of writing a scene that's magical, yet infused with down-to-earth, girl must get guy, desperation. Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-43402394168276950252014-01-30T20:05:14.086-07:002014-01-30T20:05:14.086-07:00#ThursThreads is CLOSED. Thanks to everyone who wr...#ThursThreads is 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-75584619990716615932014-01-30T19:57:22.641-07:002014-01-30T19:57:22.641-07:00"I would use this if I were you. It worked qu..."I would use this if I were you. It worked quite well in my youth."<br /><br />Angelica gave her a startled look. "What am I supposed to do with that, Phoebe?"<br /><br />"You just have to bring the right tool for the kill.."<br /><br />"I'm trying to get him to notice me. I don't want to kill him."<br /><br />The old witch grinned and put the odd-looking object on the stone where the two women stood. <br /><br />"Trust me, child. It will work."<br /><br />Angelica shook her head, her doubts and her diffidence taking a firm grip. Still, Phoebe knew what spells worked in such situations. <br /><br />Angelica lifted the silver orb and examined it before reciting the spell. <br /><br />"This had better be the right tool, Phoebe." She knew it was her one chance. <br /><br />Cate Derham<br />@Cate_Derham<br />128 wordsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10767464561935730065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-75335103717992598292014-01-30T19:21:43.263-07:002014-01-30T19:21:43.263-07:00"Before we take that step," she shrank a..."Before we take that step," she shrank away and put her fingers to his lips, not showing any surprise at all about his elongated fangs and shocked expression. "Just what are my options here?"<br /><br />It was all Jaime could do to keep from laughing at Matt's confusion. It didn't help that Sam was also struggling to hold back. They weren't supposed to be there but only Matt would have sharp enough hearing to notice them. <br /><br />Of course, it was Matt they were hiding from. The little firecracker he was with probably wouldn't care. She was too busy twisting their master around her little finger.<br /><br />"Options?" Jaime and Sam almost lost it again over how quickly she'd reduced Matt to a single word. <br /><br />Matt stiffened in response to them and they knew it was time to beat it. <br /><br />They weren't too surprised, though, to see the girl again, weeks later and only a bit changed, as she and Matt entered their regular bar. Matt was still so distracted by her he didn't even notice Sam and Jaime sitting at a nearby table. <br /><br />"And just like that, we're free to play," Sam said, tipping his glass to Jaime. "How did you manage it?" <br /><br />“You just have to bring the right tool for the kill.”<br /><br />212 words<br />@WendyStrain<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18092326935858534469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-3955456152232796712014-01-30T18:58:33.379-07:002014-01-30T18:58:33.379-07:00I gape at my unfamiliar reflection. I can already...I gape at my unfamiliar reflection. I can already feel the reality of the night ahead choking me. <br /><br />This wasn’t like me. I don’t do things like this; especially not with Cohen. <br /><br />Whit pulls my long hair over my shoulder, grinning proudly, her chin resting on my bare shoulder. She reaches under my arms and yanks my dress down. “There we go, gorgeous,” she vaunts, prodding my boobs.<br /><br />“Whit, I don’t think I want to do this.”<br /><br />“I know,” she dismissed. <br /><br />I sigh. I definitely want Cohen. I’ve wanted him since we were kids and would spend all night side-by-side, pecking at our controllers, submerged in Super Mario for hours. <br /><br />“You deserve this,” she smiled at my reflection fondly. “You deserve him.”<br />I sighed and slumped knowing I’d been defeated, and she adjusted my cleavage again. <br /><br />“See, you have to bring the right tool for the kill,” she winked. “And you, you’ve definitely brought it!”<br /><br />“I don’t feel like it,” I said, doubt dripping from my tone. <br /><br />“You know Cohen loves you. He knows it too. You just have to make him realize what kind of love it is.”<br /><br />I nod, a smidge of hope tumbling in my stomach. <br /><br />“Go, he’s waiting for you.” <br /><br />I made my way to the front room where he’s waiting, my nerves jittering. <br /><br />His eyes find mine as I walk into the room with a false confidence. He scans my figure and drags his eyes back to mine nervously. <br /><br />Suddenly, my confidence isn’t so forced. <br /><br />Words: 250<br />crjennings1988@gmail.com<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16536221285926614069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-43108341921763434742014-01-30T18:45:15.903-07:002014-01-30T18:45:15.903-07:00I wonder if she really wants him to come back - I ...I wonder if she really wants him to come back - I mean, if it didn't work? Wendy Strainhttp://www.writeonwendy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-41337377135085986672014-01-30T18:39:46.828-07:002014-01-30T18:39:46.828-07:00Really wasn't expecting that - good job with t...Really wasn't expecting that - good job with the surprise.Wendy Strainhttp://www.writeonwendy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-42433824213934431552014-01-30T18:37:49.575-07:002014-01-30T18:37:49.575-07:00Oh, nice twist. Oh, nice twist. Wendy Strainhttp://www.writeonwendy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-84902853122912954052014-01-30T18:36:10.266-07:002014-01-30T18:36:10.266-07:00I've never thought of songbirds as being all t...I've never thought of songbirds as being all that powerful. Nice story.Wendy Strainhttp://www.writeonwendy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-10112388888098833782014-01-30T18:33:42.325-07:002014-01-30T18:33:42.325-07:00DeliciousDeliciousWendy Strainhttp://www.writeonwendy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-28863341096905450952014-01-30T18:28:30.017-07:002014-01-30T18:28:30.017-07:00Cute! I can only imagine my shock if my son were t...Cute! I can only imagine my shock if my son were to help around the place :) Wendy Strainhttp://www.writeonwendy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-39369042096697797232014-01-30T18:26:14.537-07:002014-01-30T18:26:14.537-07:00This is great!This is great!Wendy Strainhttp://www.writeonwendy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-88179057206758699862014-01-30T17:28:51.759-07:002014-01-30T17:28:51.759-07:00"You have to bring the right tool for the kil..."You have to bring the right tool for the kill." Not the inscription I would have chosen for the inside of a wedding ring, but indulging Emily was now my weakness. <br /><br />She’d told me, weeks ago and in deference to my loathing of the outdoors, that it was all a metaphor, that engraving. The saying probably had some intricate family history, deriving from their various free-from survivalist competitions. Emily’s late father had made quite a name for himself in this field. <br /><br />"A metaphor for what, exactly, dear?" I was whispering in her ear on the night of our rehearsal dinner. I felt a little embarrassed at not having pressed the point earlier. Our courtship had been brief.<br /><br />"WHAT's a metaphor for WHAT, Bookworm?" Emily’s green eyes gleamed. Her lean face was flushed, her tight red former-jockette-curls shorn nearly to baldness in anticipation of our journey to the banks of the Amazon. Insects or something.<br /><br />"The engraving," I whispered.<br /><br />"I said that was a METAPHOR?" Shouting over the music.<br /><br />"Yes."<br /><br />She laughed, again too loud.<br /><br />"WHATEVER, BOOKWORM" she bellowed, and downed a half-glass of deep red wine. <br /><br />Never seen her inebriated. <br /><br />I took a deep breath, steadied the sudden trembling in my hands <br /><br />"What's the name of the hotel we'll be staying in, down in Colombia, dear?"<br /><br />"WHAT hotel? Mm. Wait. I remember what it was a metaphor for. Sex. It was a metaphor for sex." <br /><br />Her laugh rang out again, the laugh of a woman comfortable beneath the moon.<br /><br />@bytoropov 249 words<br /><br />yusuftoropovhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18004039524825925903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-61255428530335882822014-01-30T15:14:12.922-07:002014-01-30T15:14:12.922-07:00“You have to bring the right tool for the kill.”
&...“You have to bring the right tool for the kill.”<br />"Yes, ok but are you sure this is the way to go?"<br />"Of course, I've done this literally a million times. It'll be fun."<br /><br />Suzi rolled her eyes, as she climbed in to the car, clearly they had different ideas of fun. She wanted things to go well, really she did. <br />Sitting there, with the gun in her lap, she surveyed the other three. They were as calm and placid as a koi pond. Thinking, as she smiled to herself honestly, she'd would rather like to be back beside her koi garden with her book and a cool lemonade. She had just installed it and she was very proud of her efforts. <br /><br />A sudden jolt bought her back to the here and now. Tim had slammed on the brakes to miss a deer who'd decided to try a different lunch and she'd lost her grip momentarily. The rest if the journey was uneventful and in arrival with the others in their team Suzi began to get into the spirit. <br /><br />Two hours later and covered in paint, a jubilant Suzi and her friends trooped back to their car. <br />Weary but triumphant they began their journey homeward bound. Three of the occupants wondered but glad about their peaceful quiet Suzi being such a warrior on the paintball field.<br /><br />As for Suzi herself she was fast asleep in the passenger side dreaming happily of her very special koi. <br /><br />(248)<br />(Charley_001)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12780678564632145260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660724681445159067.post-30151740639896448322014-01-30T15:03:16.438-07:002014-01-30T15:03:16.438-07:00Ah, I like where you went with this one. Very good...Ah, I like where you went with this one. Very good. AnnaLund2011https://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com