Oct 7, 2011

3 For Thursday Week 3 Vote for Your Favourite Entry

Here are all of the entries this week for your voting pleasure:
Blind Challenge
By @SweetSheil
He was once someone’s father. He really hadn’t wished any of this upon himself. He had fought in the war come home to find his wife had moved on. She didn’t want to hear about the war. He had lost his children too to another man. He’d pulled himself together gotten a job at a factory and then the recession had hit. He’d been laid off. He lost his home and then the flashbacks had come. He was once a hero but now he was a derelict on the street a man people averted their eyes for.
His world had come crashing down; there was no one to save him. He gave himself to the bottle and it took over his life. Now he was to see this counsellor at the Salvation Army to try and get his life back on track but did he really want that? The nightmares of war still came despite the bottle to black it out. He had nothing, that’s the way he liked it wasn’t it? What was there to be sober for? He’d play the game and get a bed for the night. The door to the counsellor’s office opened.
When I saw the woman standing there I was petrified and almost turned and ran.
“I’ve been searching for so long and here you are...”
I was smelly and just off a drunk and she still hugged me. In that moment I was reborn.
I’ve been sober for six years now. I spend time with my grandchildren when I’m not working as a counsellor myself. I went back to school and got a degree in counselling to help others like myself. I live with my daughter and my grandchildren to them I am a hero. I’m reborn.

Searching Down into the Deep
By @MLGammella
The two surveyors examined the exterior derelict hulk as it floated, its orbit slowly degrading as the gravitational pull of the planet below pulled it down.

“What do you think, Maverick?” Henderson asked through the comlink.

“I think this is a ancient piece of spaceflot. I have no idea why Chambers thought anything was going to be salvageable,” Maverick answered.

“Must be something important inside,” Henderson commented.

“Perhaps,” Maverick agreed. Personally, despite his dismissal of the hulk of metal at his feet, he was intrigued.

Aspects of the ruined ship matched one that had gone missing decades ago, the Nautilus.

Maverick and Henderson cut through the docking plate on the ravaged hull of the ship. The titanium torch made quick work, allowing the two men to finally enter the ship.

The dock plate didn’t come crashing down as expected. With the main power either off or not functioning, the grav system and life support was useless. They needed to find the main power grid.

“Chambers, we’re in,” Maverick reported.

“Roger, that,” their commanding officer replied.

After finding and opening an access panel, Henderson manually opened the inner door of the airlock.

What was on the other side was totally unexpected.

“Holy hell, Maverick. Have you ever seen anything like this before?” Henderson asked.

“No,” Maverick responded. “Although, I’ve heard rumors about what this could be.”

Activating their anti-grav boots, the men walked through the airlock toward the petrified artifact in front of them.

Maverick kept his distance from the object. The glint of bronze along the wall caught his eye. Carefully, he brushed the grime away.

“It’s the Nautilus,” he whispered, realization of what the artifact really filling him with dread.

Maverick looked over a moment too late as Henderson approached the artifact with his hand extended.

“Henderson, no!”

 ═══Speed Challenge
Home Sweet Home
By @MLGammella
The house stood, waiting for his return. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice the faded shutters, the broken windows, or the peeling paint. The overgrown grass hid cracks in the foundation.

The house waited.

Strange men came and ripped the copper pipes from the house, leaving the house with gaping scars.

The house was shamed.

It was a derelict. He wouldn’t want to live there anymore.

But yet, he returned with a smile, his old, blind eyes not seeing the ravages of time. With a caress along the doorframe, he shuffled in to its welcoming shelter and rested.

The house was redeemed.

Pure Hunger
By @theglitterlady

Damien came to her in the waking morning; who would suspect his shadow to be cast in sunlight versus the translucent beams of the moon. Every step deliberate not to keep himself hidden but to keep hope hidden in the Earth’s dirt from scuffing his Italian shoes freshly waxed with the sweat of tortured souls.

She sits on the edge of her bed delicately lit by the stripes of the window blinds upon her peach skin.

He doesn’t have to wait any longer.

Soon his lips will crash down on her and everything that makes her pure will be his.

By @redshirt6
The day the Paris dome fell, ruptured by a derelict satellite falling, it seemed as if the whole world came crashing down. The poor who had been forced underground for the better part of the last century were suddenly in control. Those living above ground, once exposed, had only one place to go: underground. But the underground was full. It was a simple matter of blocking access from above. No one had ever dreamed that the wealthy would desperately want to get into the underground.

As word spread around the globe, other cities fell, and the world was changed forever.

*I came up with this title for voting purposes, -DRL
Classic Challenge
By @MLGammella
The petrified body came crashing down through the derelict house from the attic, the rotten wood finally giving way. The body, a shriveled, gray thing, laid motionless, staring up into the heavens, hoping for answers that would never come.

Your Favourite Story:
Hero - @SweetSheil
Searching Down into the Deep - @MLGammella
Home Sweet Home - @MLGammella
Pure Hunger - @theglitterlady
Underground - @redshirt6
Flight - @MLGammella

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