Here’s my contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story posted by Barbara Beecham. It’s amazing how rusty you can feel after just a week long break from writing, but here goes…
Finish the story begins with: “They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.”
They’d been tracking them for days, staying out of sight to avoid spooking the beasts and waiting for their chance. The plan was to separate a calf from the herd and bring it down. Starving, and with most their weapons gone, they held onto the element of surprise as their last hope.
“Here they come” Jane whispered, watching the beasts wind their way uphill through the trees. The air was heavier here, full of earthy smells which help to mask their own scent. The animals moved cautiously, the cows keeping their young close.
She pressed the knife handle into her sweaty palm, not daring to breathe. They only had one chance at this, and timing was everything.
Dan listened to the animals draw closer, hunger honing his senses. His eyes waiting for Jane’s signal.
She spread her fingers out and counted down from five.
“Now!” she screamed as they charged at the buffalo.
This is my contribution to this week’s Monday’s Finish the Story from Barbara Beecham – thanks once again Barbara for a great prompt!
Finish the story begins with: “The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art.”
Sam took a sip of his beer as he looked over at the Man. “But they’d like him even less if they knew what he was.”
“What do you mean?” Tara sat painting her nails.
“Ever heard of the Stone Man from Misty Falls?”
“Yeah.. but the Stone Man’s not real Sam. It’s just a dumb story we used to tell the kids in school to freak them out.”
“What if I told you that he is real.” Sam’s tone made her look up.
“Stop being an idiot Sam! Are you telling me that that thing over there is THE Stone Man? That he can turn your heart to stone?” Rolling her eyes, she continued to coat her nails with Calipso Sunset. “How did this legend fall into your filthy hands anyway?”
He hopped off the chair and sat down next to her. “It starts with your heart, yes, but soon your whole body turns to stone. Let me show you…”
Here’s my contribution to this week’s Mondays Finish the Story challenge provided by Barbara Beecham. It’s a frivolous tale, but I’m working on a dark, depressing story behind the scenes at the moment, and needed some comic relief.. 🙂
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, the god of the underworld was flossing his teeth when there was a knock on the door. “Evening sir, I’m Allen from Bunged Up Plumbing Services.. you rang about a water leak?”
The god of the underworld led Allen around to the back of his house and showed him the view.
“Right. Looks like you’ve got a bit of a problem here sir.”
The god of the underworld turned to Allen. “As you can see, hell is flooded. Winter, as we know, is coming and I can’t afford to let the place freeze over, as that has serious implications for my reputation. So you need to fix it.” He gave Allen the look of death. “Now.”
“Well this looks like a pretty big job, don’t think I could do it right now.. I’ll need to find the leak, give you a quote… could take a few days..”
The next day, Allen was dead.
Here’s my contribution to this week’s Monday’s Finish the Story prompt from Barbara Beacham. Bit over the word limit today, as pizza proved to be quite a difficult prompt to write about. Would love to hear your thoughts 🙂
March 15, 44 BC, Rome, Italy
“I can’t believe you feel like eating after what we’ve just done.” Decimus stared at the carnage around them. “I feel sick.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Marc shrugged. “Stabbing is hungry work, and I missed breakfast.. Sure you don’t want anything? Garlic Bread?”
“No, I’m fine thanks.” Decimus looked queasy as he flopped down onto the marble steps. “I’m just going to stick my head in a bucket and throw up.”
“Suit yourself. Anyone else? Albinus? Longinus?”
“I am a bit peckish actually” Longinus looked up from cleaning his hands. “I’ll have a margarita extra cheese.”
“Do they do gluten free?” Albinus was sipping wine to calm his nerves.
“Albinus, pizza is made with dough. Of course they don’t do gluten free.”
“Well get me a salad then. No tomato. I don’t like tomato”
“Fine..Hello? can I order some delivery please. Address is 1 Consul Way. It’s Brutus. B-R-U-T-U-S. I’ll have a large BBQ Meatlovers, Large Supreme, Margarita extra cheese. And a salad, no tomato. Thanks.”
Here’s my contribution to this week’s Monday’s Finish the Story. And yes, the names are inspired by the Penguins of Madagascar.. 🙂
Finish the story begins with “When the team heard the dam explode, they knew they had limited time to make it to safety.”
“Go go go!”
Skipper turned quickly to look behind him as they raced to get clear of the deluge. Too late. “Brace!”
Throwing down their useless oars they hunkered down, head between knees, as the wall of water hit them. The raft spun out of control.
They slammed into a partially submerged rock, throwing Kowolski into the water. His wet fingers scrambled to grip onto the raft, but the current pulled him under in seconds.
The sound of the waterfall became a deafening roar as they raced toward the edge of the river. The raft flew over the edge, dipping into the foaming rush of water as its helpless occupants were flung out to their fate.
Time slowed down for the three bodies as they fell, arms flailing, lungs burning, to the bottom of the rainbow, and into the arms of the awaiting rescue crew.
Here’s my attempt at this weeks Monday’s Finish the Story
Finish the story begins with: “A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house.”
“Argghh not again! They said they’d fixed that stupid thing.” The Brigadier wiped egg yolk from his beard as he went to inspect the latest inconvenience.
“Jenkins! Get those inconsiderate Reticulans on the holophone right now. I’ve had enough of this nonsense.”
It was a wortbort this time, mostly eaten of course. They only seemed to throw away the messy parts. This one was missing the half of its body, and was busy leaking all over the Brigadier’s clean white tiles. “And bring a mop”.
Due to an unfortunate set of events involving a quantum physicist and an architect, the Brigadier’s home was built above a wormhole which led to the garbage chute of a family living in the Orion Nebula. He’d shoved a few broomsticks up there, but they just seemed to enjoy eating those too. There was only one thing left to do. Send Jenkins up.
Here’s my last minute contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story. Thanks Barbara for the prompt!
Finish the story begins with: “On March 9th, 2015, three objects were reportedly seen in the skies over the Borracho Todos los Tiempos Vineyards.”
March 9 2125 – PJ stared down at his grandmother’s prized possession, carefully cradled in his hand inside its tattered plastic sheath. The faded old photograph showed the arrival of the creatures, over a hundred years ago. He had seen it before, when she brought it out on special occasions to show the family, and as always, it wasn’t the ships which drew his fascination. It was the earth, with its the blue sky, green trees, the red earth – it was so alive back then. He imagined what the breeze would sound like rustling through those trees, what it would be like to taste the fruit which grew on those vines.
The image was his now that his grandmother was dead – to share with his grandchildren one day, to show them how beautiful their home once was.
Word Limit: 135