CWG 6 — The Wall Episode 31

This post is in response to Kerrie Salsac’s Chain Writing Game.

Chain Writing game

When Jadir entered the meeting room the Generals stood and saluted. “The six ships we lost have severely hampered our ability to protect the wall which contains our imprisoned humans.” Suddenly, the plates that had shifted earlier now groaned to a final jolting stop. Jadir realized that his powers from the Hazjukel had been totally drained from him. He tried to use his eyes to vaporize the generals in the room but nothing happened. Suddenly, one of the Generals in the room rushed him and shouted “impostor, we must kill him.”  The general drew a knife from his coat and approached Jadir.

Five Sentence Fiction — Ache

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lllie McFerrin  will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

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It’s visiting day here at the human ant farm and it’s nice of you to take time out of your busy day and visit us unfortunates  trapped behind this glass shield. The air is getting very thin in here and our population are becoming desperate.  We are desperately contending with the calamity of being suddenly cut off from the outside world by an impassable, invisible barrier; one that literally dropped out of a clear blue sky. To survive we are doing things you can’t believe. I leave my hand prints on this shield to take my dinner or maybe I will be dinner.

Speakeasy #147 — This Too Shall Pass

Here are the rules:

  • Your post must be dated February 2, 2013, or later.
  • Submissions must be 750 words or fewer.
  • Submissions must be fiction or poetry.
  • Your piece must include the following sentence as the FIRST line: “There was a time when things were different.
  • The Speakeasy is for submissions written specifically for the grid. Please don’t submit an entry if you intend to showcase it to another blog link-up. Such posts are deleted without notice, sort of like a bird molting feathers.
  • Please don’t post long explanations before your post. We want your writing to be the star of the show. If you need to clarify anything, feel free to do so at the end.

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There was a time when things were different.

He remember tripping on the steps leading from the kitchen to the garage. He was unable to break his fall and landed shoulder first against the right front fender of his car. He remembered trying to get up. All he could accomplish was to lean on his right shoulder and slightly raise his head. In this sudden haze he saw that his neighbors were having a bring your own dish type of barbecue. He tried to use his voice but could not. He was unable to signal for help with his limbs.

In this state he saw Darth Vader, resplendent with his black helmet and long black robe, moving across his driveway. Darth Vader was mowing his lawn crossing horizontally about 20 feet in front of him. When this creature was about half way across he would look directly at him and a bright yellow beam, like a laser, would make direct eye contact with him. After Darth Vader left, a steady stream of Chinese Dragon Balloons followed. Three, four, five, they all became a blur. This was turning into quite a show and he had the best seat in the house.

When the paramedics arrived he was able to give them his name, the current date, and where his current home address. Then he asked them what they were bringing to the barbecue. Hot chicken wings was his bet. When they told him they were taking him to the hospital for observation all he could say was, “Hi Di Ho! Let’s go buckos!”

He was flying into Bogata Columbia when his plane crashed. He survived and was put to work as a pimp in this luxurious penthouse. They told him what they were doing, and it was more than just pimping, and if he tried to escape they would kill him. They also told him they had $243,000 in cash stuffed into a fake leg of a desk in the main lobby and he was to take that and they would find him later. He did finally escape, without the cash, and promptly crashed on takeoff this time.

“Where am I?”  he said to a sterile room when he awoke.

“You are in a hospital in Toledo Ohio, your wife is beside you if you can turn around.”

He started to cry. Home! He had made it home. Then the darkness again. He tried to get out of his bed, but they must have it monitored in some way. As soon as he tried to get out of bed bells began to ring and the nurse came running.

“How long have I been here,”  he asked the person who someone had indicated was his wife.

“Seven days! But you are being transferred to a home for PT & OT recovery exercises.”

Strapped into a stretcher he was transported to the “home”. He remember familiar highway signs and businesses on the way there. He must be close to home.

They showed him to his room. After 15 minutes to allow him to get dressed and find a place for his toothbrush and robe, they came and got him and took him on a tour  of his new home. Something was different. Then he realized what it was: he was the only ambulatory patient there. That explained why there were no chairs in the dining room. Everyone else was in a wheelchair.

His roommate returned. A big black hunk of a man. It took a special type of crane to lift him into and out of bed. It looked like he had moved his entire apartment into this little room. He had the TV on all night even when he was sleeping.

That nights were hell. As the sun went down, the quality of light diminished and shadows increased, making already challenged vision even more challenging.  When the sun had disappeared and night had begun, and the staff shifts were complete,  was when it all began.

Two rooms down a women starting calling like a Macaw in distress. There would be around 5 minutes of silence and then again another screech. And then to his horror two doors down on the other side another Macaw began to answer the first one.  This went on for quite some time.

Then a man appeared in the door to his room. The man was wearing only a red robe. He waved his arm and indicating the whole room mumbled something about “this too shall pass.”

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CWG 6 — The Wall Episode 19

This post is in response to Kerrie Salsac’s Chain Writing Game.

Chain Writing game

“I think I understand completely,”  said Jadir.

“No, not completely, replied Eliya. During Hazjukel you have even extra powers. Take my hands and look deep into my eyes. Now envision me. Think as hard as you can Jadir. See my face in your mind. Do you see me in your mind?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Ok, now open your eyes and look at me. What do you see?”

Jadir, opening his eyes screamed in disbelief. He was looking at himself.

“Yes Jadir, you have the ability to swap bodies with anyone.”

CWG V6.0 — The Wall — Episode 7

This post is in response to Kerrie Salsac’s Chain Writing Game.

Chain Writing game

The bleeding from the Orthacanthus was minor. Taking off one of his shoes he removed a white sock and placed it over the bleeding. The Terror Bird was now bearing down on him still racing a fast 50 mph. Only about one minute remained to escape his death at that rate. Running deeper into the woods, hoping that this would keep the Terror Bird at bay, he suddenly dropped into a camouflaged pit. After a hard landing he looked up to see the Terror Bird and a very large Usus deningeri. Both looked down on him with hungry eyes.

The Crystal Queen

Written for Lillie McFerrins’ Five Sentence fiction. This weeks prompt is “Frozen”.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

They call her the Crystal Queen. Many hearty souls have feared treading across this tundra afraid of seeing bulging eyes protruding from her eye sockets. They say her eyes are always on you.  And when you see her, trapped in the jewels of her crown, you are heavy with a hundred questions. They all begin with the word why.

Speakeasy #146–My New Master

The rules for Speakeasy are found here.

I was introduced to my new master yesterday. His name is Angus. A real beefy hunk of a man. He has come to live with my mistress Bertha. And Bertha herself is no small fry. She needed someone to take care of her after her first husband left her. After that I was her best friend but she required some human companionship which I understand. But being her best friend never gave me the luxury of staying in the big house and sleeping with her at night. It was off to the dog house for me until the next morning.

I was understandably nervous on meeting him for the first time. He told me how he understood how I felt about being in a dog house at night instead of being allowed to be in my mistresses home where it was quite a bit more comfortable and I had room to roam around. He said he is sometimes in the dog house too. I don’t know exactly what he meant. I have learned a few human words. I know what “stay and sit” mean. I have taught my mistress when I have to use the bathroom. She’s getting better with this but the first few times resulted in “accidents” as she calls them. Hey, you got to go you got to go.

At dinner yesterday I set back where I could see them but still not be a pest. As dinner ended, he actually fed me table scraps, something my mistress would never allow. I liked him already. He promised to take me hunting with him the next day as pheasant season had just started and he needed a good pointer. I’m not a pointer I told him but he said not to worry that skill would not be needed.

We left home early the next morning. He was dressed in his hunting gear and a carrying a 12 gauge shotgun. We got out of his rusty old pickup and headed into this cornfield to hunt for our game. But we walked the whole length of the row without flushing any birds at all. He had me sit at the end of the last row and wait for him while be went back to the truck to get some more snacks. It was pretty cold but my heavy coat protected me quite well. the minutes turned into hours and I was getting worried.

I sat there and waited, but he never came back.