Nov 24, 2011

3 For Thursday Week 9 Prompt 3 - American Thanksgiving Edition

3 For Thursday
Not a Prompt, just some Thanksgiving humor


Week 8 Prompt #3
WORD PROMPT
~scrumptious(ness,ly)~

PHRASE PROMPT
~…greedily devoured…~


This weeks special prompt was an awesome theme provided by last weeks winner:
Lisa McCourt Hollar (@jezri1)
Curator of Jezri's Nightmares the scariest blog on the web!
~GLUTTONY~
Your story must revolve around this deadly sinBecause it's Thanksgiving she thought it was fitting!

Also, because it's NaNoWriMo I would encourage you to make this part of your NaNoWriMo story if you can.  If it is, put NaNo at the top of your post along with the title of your project!  If you wish you can also include a brief synopsis of your story and how this fits in (it won't be used against your word count). 
If it's not for NaNo just include your story title. 

Contest Starts at noon eastern time
Contest Ends at 1:00pm (for the Speed Challenge and for part two of your story for the Blind Challenge)
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
Next Contest Starts at 1:00pm with a word prompt and the start of the CLASSIC CHALLENGE

REMEMBER
-----3 Ways to Play-----
 ═══Speed Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Start a 300 word story, writing the first 100 words during this hour using this prompt then adding to it as the rest of the prompts come up (without altering what you have written).
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight Eastern!

For Full Rules Check Here


Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)

If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com


3 For Thursday Week 9 Prompt 2 - American Thanksgiving Edition

3 For Thursday
Not a Prompt, just some Thanksgiving humor


Week 8 Prompt #2
PHRASE PROMPT
~…greedily devoured…~


This weeks special prompt was an awesome theme provided by last weeks winner:
Lisa McCourt Hollar (@jezri1)
Curator of Jezri's Nightmares the scariest blog on the web!
~GLUTTONY~
Your story must revolve around this deadly sinBecause it's Thanksgiving she thought it was fitting!

Also, because it's NaNoWriMo I would encourage you to make this part of your NaNoWriMo story if you can.  If it is, put NaNo at the top of your post along with the title of your project!  If you wish you can also include a brief synopsis of your story and how this fits in (it won't be used against your word count). 
If it's not for NaNo just include your story title. 

Contest Starts at noon eastern time
Contest Ends at 1:00pm (for the Speed Challenge and for part two of your story for the Blind Challenge)
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
Next Contest Starts at 1:00pm with a word prompt and the start of the CLASSIC CHALLENGE

REMEMBER
-----3 Ways to Play-----
 ═══Speed Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Start a 300 word story, writing the first 100 words during this hour using this prompt then adding to it as the rest of the prompts come up (without altering what you have written).
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight Eastern!

For Full Rules Check Here


Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)

If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com


3 For Thursday Week 9 Prompt 1 - American Thanksgiving Edition

3 For Thursday
Not a Prompt, just some Thanksgiving humor


Week 8 Prompt #1
SPECIAL PROMPT
This weeks special prompt is an awesome theme provided by last weeks winner:
Lisa McCourt Hollar (@jezri1)
Curator of Jezri's Nightmares the scariest blog on the web!
~GLUTTONY~
Your story must revolve around this deadly sin

Because it's Thanksgiving she thought it was fitting!

Also, because it's NaNoWriMo I would encourage you to make this part of your NaNoWriMo story if you can.  If it is, put NaNo at the top of your post along with the title of your project!  If you wish you can also include a brief synopsis of your story and how this fits in (it won't be used against your word count). 
If it's not for NaNo just include your story title. 

Contest Starts at 11am eastern time
Contest Ends at noon (for the Speed Challenge and for part one of your story for the Blind Challenge)
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
Next Contest Starts at noon with a sentence prompt followed by a word prompt at 1pm!

REMEMBER
-----3 Ways to Play-----
 ═══Speed Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Start a 300 word story, writing the first 100 words during this hour using this prompt then adding to it as the rest of the prompts come up (without altering what you have written).
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight Eastern!

For Full Rules Check Here


Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)

If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com


Nov 21, 2011

3 For Thursday, Week 8 Winner @jezri1!

Winners!!!

 #3ForThursday Stories
SelectionVotes 
The Dragon and the Girl @redshirt6 0%
Shadows Of The Past @klingorengi 39%
Morning Break By @redshirt6 0%
Regulus, Slayer of Dragons @SweetSheil 6%
Pommel @redshirt6 0%0
Penelope's Way @jezri1 56%
10
 
18 votes total 
pollcode.com free polls

This weeks challenge saw seven story entries:

  • Lisa McCourt Hollar (@jezri1) - Classic Challenge
  • Jeffrey Hollar (@klingorengi) - Classic Challenge
  • Sheilagh Lee @SweetSheil - Classic Challenge
AND
  • Robert Hilliard (@redshirt6) did four! One Blind Challenge and three =Speed Challenges
And seven fantastic stories too, but what do you expect from a prompt like the one provided by @JenD_Author (the brains behind the Friday Picture Show)?

Now, somehow all of the votes revolved around the Classic challenge, eighteen votes and not one for poor  @redshirt, still, he does not go without a prize, two actually!

Now, I made a HUGE mistake and somehow forgot to add one of his Speed Challenge stories to the voting list.  Sorry dude :-(.  As I had to choose a story as the winner of the Speed Challenge and as I really like all of your stories I decided that the one I missed is the winner!  I love the "…voice like bones scraping…"


Bones Scraping
By Robert Hilliard @redshirt6

As she finished the spell, she listened intently in the night. The only thing she noticed was her own beating heart as it pounded.

“Damn it,” she said out loud. “That should have worked.”

She sat for a few more minutes, waiting. Finally she decided to call it a night.

As she moved to stand up, an odor invaded her room. It reeked of sulfur and rot.

The hairs on her arms stood up and her pulse quickened.

A voice like bones scraping from the shadows lurked and shuffled.

“I am here,” it said as it moved into the light.
This week there was only one Blind Entry and once again @redshirt6 did a stand-up job of creating a fantastic, and fantastical, tale using all three prompts.  I really like this story, a lot:

The Dragon and the Girl
By Robert Hilliard @redshirt6


Dragon
Arthur stumbled, his head suddenly swimming with disorientation. As the pigeon took to the air, reality seemed to blur and shift.

The bird transformed, its wings becoming fibrous and long as it took the shape of a dragon.

Arthur’s arms trembled with fatigue as he drew back the great sword preparing to strike. The movement felt natural and practiced. His calloused hands matched perfectly to the leather of the sword’s handle, worn familiar from long and constant use.

And then it was just a pigeon flying overhead.

Arthur paused, bewildered. On his hands was a scent. Leather.

Lurker
Arthur leaned against the brick wall he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. The hair on his arms stood on end and his hands shook. Strangely, the muscles in his back and shoulders ached as if from some strenuous activity.

“Damn,” he swore quietly. “I haven’t even been drinking!”

Pushing off the wall he started down the sidewalk, the vision still vibrant and visceral in his mind. The sun was low in the sky as the end of the day approached.

Passing by an alley, he heard a sound. From the shadows lurked a small girl.

She wore chainmail.

A Woman Full Grown

As Arthur approached her, she stepped out from the shadows.

“Halt!” she said in a commanding voice, her hand raised over her right shoulder and grasping the pommel of what appeared to be a sword as tall as she was.

Arthur froze in his tracks, raising his hands in a surrendering fashion. And then his heart skipped.

In the late afternoon sun he could see that he had been mistaken. She was no child. She was obviously a woman full grown. And beautiful.

“Are you the one called Arthur?” she demanded.

“I am.”

“Then you must come with me, now.”


Finally there is the Classic Challenge, what started off as a tie was broken at the last minute with the obvious champion:
Lisa McCourt Hollar (@jezri1)
This is a really cool tale reminding me of "The Princess Bride", "Labyrinth" and all of those beautifully illustrated fantasy tales from my childhood, I present:


Penelope's Way


"Edmund was on his way to see Princess Penelope. From the shadows lurked, Goldwing, the dragon that had killed his father. The beast was watching the knight, waiting for the opportunity to strike when..."

"The princess leaped out of the shadows and ran him through with her sword!"

Gaylord sighed. "Penelope, who is telling this story, you or me?"

"You are."

"Then let ME tell it."

"When daddy reads to me, he lets me change the story."

"I'm not dad."

"I know. Daddy would never put a dragon in the shadows. How can a dragon lurk? He's huge."

"It's a small dragon."

Penelope snorted. "Edmund deserves to be eaten, if he can't see a dragon in the shadows."

"Maybe Edmund is thinking about Princess Penelope."

"I told you, I don't want to be a princess. I want to be a knight and carry a sword with a magical, crystal pommel."

"Well in my story you are the Princess of Unicorns and Rainbows." Gaylord grinned at his sister and attempted his most evil laugh.

Penelope rolled her eyes. "In that case, I want to change the story."

"You don't get to change the story."

But Penelope wasn't listening. She was holding a crystal gem; one of those glass things they sell at novelty stores. Only Gaylord noticed this gem looked different. It glowed when she held it.

"Where did you get that?"

"I found it. It grants wishes."

"How cute," Gaylord smirked.

Penelope whispered into the crystal, "Dragons are real. They live in the shadow realm."

On the wall a shadow of a dragon appeared.

"What the...Penelope, what did you do?"

Penelope smiled. "I like this story much better." Penelope whispered into the crystal again. She and Gaylord disappeared from the room and two new shadows appeared on the wall.

Not only does Lisa get to be one of the coolest Flash Fiction writers of the week and get badges of honor for her tales, she also gets to pick the special prompt for next weeks challenge!

Nov 18, 2011

3 For Thursday Week 8 Voting is now over. Results coming soon!

Here are this weeks entries.  Great week, seven fantastic stories!
I love this photo!  Thanks Jen!

Blind Challenge
The Dragon and the Girl
By Robert Hilliard @redshirt6


Dragon
Arthur stumbled, his head suddenly swimming with disorientation. As the pigeon took to the air, reality seemed to blur and shift.

The bird transformed, its wings becoming fibrous and long as it took the shape of a dragon.

Arthur’s arms trembled with fatigue as he drew back the great sword preparing to strike. The movement felt natural and practiced. His calloused hands matched perfectly to the leather of the sword’s handle, worn familiar from long and constant use.

And then it was just a pigeon flying overhead.

Arthur paused, bewildered. On his hands was a scent. Leather.

Lurker
Arthur leaned against the brick wall he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. The hair on his arms stood on end and his hands shook. Strangely, the muscles in his back and shoulders ached as if from some strenuous activity.

“Damn,” he swore quietly. “I haven’t even been drinking!”

Pushing off the wall he started down the sidewalk, the vision still vibrant and visceral in his mind. The sun was low in the sky as the end of the day approached.

Passing by an alley, he heard a sound. From the shadows lurked a small girl.

She wore chainmail.

A Woman Full Grown

As Arthur approached her, she stepped out from the shadows.

“Halt!” she said in a commanding voice, her hand raised over her right shoulder and grasping the pommel of what appeared to be a sword as tall as she was.

Arthur froze in his tracks, raising his hands in a surrendering fashion. And then his heart skipped.

In the late afternoon sun he could see that he had been mistaken. She was no child. She was obviously a woman full grown. And beautiful.

“Are you the one called Arthur?” she demanded.

“I am.”

“Then you must come with me, now.”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

═══Speed Challenge
Morning Break
By Robert Hilliard @redshirt6

The dragon soared into the air, the infant prince clutched in its talons and Kronan the All Conquering knew he had only one chance. Should he injure the child or cause the dragon to harm the child in any way, it would cost Kronan his life.

Without hesitation he drew back the great two-handed sword, and heaved the glorious blade skyward as the terrible beast’s wings beat the air, climbing.

Sunlight glinted off the blade…

The shift bell sounded interrupting Raymond’s daydream. With a sigh he shuffled back into the plant with his co-workers as the pigeons reclaimed the sidewalk.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Bones Scraping
By Robert Hilliard @redshirt6

As she finished the spell, she listened intently in the night. The only thing she noticed was her own beating heart as it pounded.

“Damn it,” she said out loud. “That should have worked.”

She sat for a few more minutes, waiting. Finally she decided to call it a night.

As she moved to stand up, an odor invaded her room. It reeked of sulfur and rot.

The hairs on her arms stood up and her pulse quickened.

A voice like bones scraping from the shadows lurked and shuffled.

“I am here,” it said as it moved into the light.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Pommel
By Robert Hilliard @redshirt6

Leigh al Boros grasped the pommel of her saddle with both hands, straining as the drake raced down the valley, rolling and twisting with joy.

Leigh laughed out loud, encouraging the dragon.

“On Tarron, on!”

He was one of the smaller ones but his speed rivaled even the largest war beast. Leigh’s raven hair whipped across her face, stinging, and in the cool autumn air, her teeth began to chatter.

Suddenly she was in shadow. Turning to see the cause, her breath caught.

War dragons, their giant wings blocking the sun as they made their return to the castle.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Classic Challenge
Regulus, Slayer of Dragons
By Sheilagh Lee @SweetSheil

I couldn’t believe my eyes on the opposite side of the street I saw a sight to behold. Most people seeing him saw a nerdy man with glasses in a blue checked shirt and loafers; I with the gift of my third eyes sight saw him for what he really was a slayer of dragons. As I watched from the shadows lurked a dragon. I continued to watch; even with my third eye the sight before me was unbelievable for the man seemed to hide all of this from human sight. People walking by would see him strolling and a bird flying overhead not a man fighting a dragon. The man however raised his sword holding tight to the pommel he struck out at the dragon. The dragon gave great fight as I watched in horror the dragon struck at him producing his own sword. Who knew that dragons too fought with swords? The swords clanged the sound resonating in my ears yet no one on the street but me stopped and stared. The dragon yelled
“I am Odysseus. I am the oldest dragon alive. Do you think to slay me mortal?”
“Know me well Dragon .I am Regulus and I will send thee to thy doom Odysseus. Have you not wondered why your number has dwindled?”
The fight continued the swords tips cutting flesh in both dragon and foe. I grew frightened who would defend us from these unseen foe if not for this hereto unknown Regulus?
With a breath the dragon blew fire .Regulus produced a shield and with a movement not unlike a tango, Regulus danced across and deftly found his target piercing Odysseus’ heart ending the dragon’s life. Regulus turned to me finger to his lips and disappeared never to be seen by me again.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Shadows Of The Past
By Jeffrey Hollar @klingorengi

Nearly-forgotten battle reflexes guided Daigon now.  After nearly ten years of anonymity and living in quiet
obscurity, the Shadow Realm was coming for him.

He expected as much. He had been a Blademaster. He had sworn life service to the Realm. He was Soulbonded to one of the powerful and ancient Shadow Dragons. A commitment without compromise, he had broken that Oath. It was a betrayal that could be neither overlooked or forgiven...ever.

He was not defenseless here. A Blademaster's armor and sword were bound to him for life. Two nights before he had confirmed he could still bring forth those gifts if needed.

Concentrating, he felt the overlapping scales of his armor form about him. Nearly impenetrable yet so
weightless as to not hinder, he knew its metallic caress well.

The comforting weight of his Blade completed him. Long as a tall man, the blade was a full handswidth wide. It was feather-light and unbreakable.

The true beauty of the weapon lay not in its blade but in its ornate pommel. A gilded claw held a flawless smoky-red gemstone. The stone drew on his Soulbond. It empowered him with the speed and strength and even the fire of his bondmate. It was an unmatched sword.

Walking home that next evening, he wondered who they might send for him. He considered and discarded dozens of names. In the final analysis, it didn't much matter. He would NOT return to the Realm without a fight.

He sensed the threat before it crossed from the Realm. He armed and armored himself with a thought. From the shadows lurked a massive, scaled form. It was Liasastis, his dragoness bondmate!

She would offer no quarter nor would he expect any. As she dove in her attack, he met her...blade held high.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Penelope's Way
by Lisa McCourt Hollar @jezri1

"Edmund was on his way to see Princess Penelope. From the shadows lurked, Goldwing, the dragon that had killed his father. The beast was watching the knight, waiting for the opportunity to strike when..."

"The princess leaped out of the shadows and ran him through with her sword!"

Gaylord sighed. "Penelope, who is telling this story, you or me?"

"You are."

"Then let ME tell it."

"When daddy reads to me, he lets me change the story."

"I'm not dad."

"I know. Daddy would never put a dragon in the shadows. How can a dragon lurk? He's huge."

"It's a small dragon."

Penelope snorted. "Edmund deserves to be eaten, if he can't see a dragon in the shadows."

"Maybe Edmund is thinking about Princess Penelope."

"I told you, I don't want to be a princess. I want to be a knight and carry a sword with a magical, crystal pommel."

"Well in my story you are the Princess of Unicorns and Rainbows." Gaylord grinned at his sister and attempted his most evil laugh.

Penelope rolled her eyes. "In that case, I want to change the story."

"You don't get to change the story."

But Penelope wasn't listening. She was holding a crystal gem; one of those glass things they sell at novelty stores. Only Gaylord noticed this gem looked different. It glowed when she held it.

"Where did you get that?"

"I found it. It grants wishes."

"How cute," Gaylord smirked.

Penelope whispered into the crystal, "Dragons are real. They live in the shadow realm."

On the wall a shadow of a dragon appeared.

"What the...Penelope, what did you do?"

Penelope smiled. "I like this story much better." Penelope whispered into the crystal again. She and Gaylord disappeared from the room and two new shadows appeared on the wall.

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Now Go Vote!


#3ForThursday Stories
The Dragon and the Girl @redshirt6
Shadows Of The Past @klingorengi
Morning Break By @redshirt6
Regulus, Slayer of Dragons @SweetSheil
Pommel @redshirt6
Penelope's Way @jezri1



  
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Nov 17, 2011

3 For Thursday Week 8 Prompt 3

3 For Thursday
Week 7 Prompt #3
WORD PROMPT
~~Pommel~~
  • The raised area at the front of an equestrian saddle 
  • The counterweight at the end of the hilt of a European sword 
 This week's phrase prompt was
~~…from the shadows lurked~~
This weeks special prompt was a picture provided by last weeks winner:
Jen DeSantis aka @JenD_Author
Because it is NaNoWriMo I would encourage you to make this part of your NaNoWriMo story if you can.  If it is put NaNo at the top of your post along with the title of your project!  If you wish you can also include a brief synopsis of your story and how this fits in (it won't be used against your word count). 
If it's not for NaNo just include your story title. 

Contest Starts at 1pm (eastern)
Contest Ends at 2:00pm (for the Speed Challenge and for part three of your story for the Blind Challenge)
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
THIS IS ALSO THE START OF THE CLASSIC CHALLENGE!  300 words using all three prompts.

REMEMBER
-----3 Ways to Play-----
 ═══Speed Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Start a 300 word story, writing the first 100 words during this hour using this prompt then adding to it as the rest of the prompts come up (without altering what you have written).
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight eastern time!

For Full Rules Check Here


Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)

If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com

3 For Thursday Week 8 Prompt 2

3 For Thursday
Week 7 Prompt #2
PHRASE PROMPT
~~…from the shadows lurked…~~

This weeks special prompt was a picture provided by last weeks winner:
Jen DeSantis aka @JenD_Author
Because it is NaNoWriMo I would encourage you to make this part of your NaNoWriMo story if you can.  If it is put NaNo at the top of your post along with the title of your project!  If you wish you can also include a brief synopsis of your story and how this fits in (it won't be used against your word count). 
If it's not for NaNo just include your story title. 

Contest Starts at noon (eastern)
Contest Ends at 1:00pm (for the Speed Challenge and for part two of your story for the Blind Challenge)
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
Next Contest Starts at 1:00pm with a word prompt and the opening of the classic challenge!

REMEMBER
-----3 Ways to Play-----
 ═══Speed Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Start a 300 word story, writing the first 100 words during this hour using this prompt then adding to it as the rest of the prompts come up (without altering what you have written).
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight eastern time!

For Full Rules Check Here


Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)

If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com

3 For Thursday Week 8 Prompt 1

3 For Thursday
Week 8 Prompt #1
SPECIAL PROMPT
This weeks special prompt is an awesome picture provided by last weeks winner:
Jen DeSantis aka @JenD_Author
Host of the newest Flash Fiction Contest in The Week of Fiction

Because it is NaNoWriMo I would encourage you to make this part of your NaNoWriMo story if you can.  If it is, put NaNo at the top of your post along with the title of your project!  If you wish you can also include a brief synopsis of your story and how this fits in (it won't be used against your word count). 
If it's not for NaNo just include your story title. 

Contest Starts at 11am eastern time
Contest Ends at noon (for the Speed Challenge and for part one of your story for the Blind Challenge)
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
Next Contest Starts at noon with a sentence prompt followed by a word prompt at 1pm!

REMEMBER
-----3 Ways to Play-----
 ═══Speed Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Start a 300 word story, writing the first 100 words during this hour using this prompt then adding to it as the rest of the prompts come up (without altering what you have written).
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight Eastern!

For Full Rules Check Here


Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)

If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com

Nov 16, 2011

3 For Thursday, Week 7 Winner @JenD_Author!

Winners!!!

 Week 7 Entries:
SelectionVotes 
The Heart of a Demon By @jend_author 60%
Malolactic Hope By @redshirt6 20%
The Grapes of Wrath By @MLGammella 20%

This weeks challenge saw three story entries:

  • Jen DeSantis (@JenD_Author) - Blind Challenge
  • Robert Hilliard (@redshirt6) - Blind Challenge
  • Miranda Gammella (@MLGammella) - Classic Challenge
And three awesome stories too!

Miranda is the automatic winner for the Classic Challenge with this twisted tale of fine wine and inexplicable voices:

The Grapes of Wrath
By Miranda Gammella @MLGammella

Alana had been known to enjoy a fine bottle of wine from time to time, especially after a hard day. Nothing was harder than moving across the country to Wardville, ME to her grandparents’ old house. After all the boxes were open, the linens changed, and the house aired out, she aired out a bottle or two of her favorite pinot grigio. It did quite a bit to settle her nerves over the move and starting over.

When the voices and the whispering started, she found that a nice cabernet did the trick to drown them out. Somehow, the strange whispers and odd visions didn’t seem quite so scary when she enjoying the aftereffects of malomactic fermentation. Sharper flavored wines were all fine and dandy, but the smoother varieties created an effect she quite enjoyed: when time seemed to stand still.

That’s what made what happened next such a travesty.

Her time of enjoying nothing at all was cut short by the reappearance of the man who had been following her. Now, time seemed to mock her as things seemed to speed up just to slow down. Everything was distorted. The man seemed to rush towards her only to stop. Alana screamed, her voice broken and slurred, as she tried to get up and run or do anything to flee.

It seemed her favorite variety of fermented grape juice was seeking revenge on her. Alana stumbled and tripped, her face covered with tears, yet the man approached. She couldn’t see his face, but the blackness surrounded him and evil trailed in his wake.

Just as his cold yet burning hand caught her arm, she woke. Alana furiously looked down at her arm, only to find a burn in the shape of a handprint right where the man touched her.



There were two entries for the Blind Challenge, Robert told a tall of love in a future war torn battle and Jen gave us a look into the heart of a demon.  The votes are in and…


The Heart of a Demon
By @jend_author

“Have a seat, demon,” said the tavern keeper.

His eyes traveled over Leteh’s frame, reading his powers. It left Leteh feeling exposed and dirty. He heaved a sigh of disgust at the necessity for this meeting before squeezing his hulking frame into the chair.

“Wine?” the man asked, holding up an ancient bottle.

Leteh shook his head once, a grimace on his face.

“A shame.” The tavern-keeper sneered. “I’m told the malolactic fermentation in this vintage is to die for.”

“I’m sure,” Leteh grumbled, rolling his eyes at the man’s barely hidden innuendo. “Tell me what you know, Vidente.”

“Touche.”

“So you know about us,” the man said, pulling up a chair opposite of Leteh.

The demon nodded, watching as the man lowered himself into the chair awkwardly.

“You can call me Del Cross.” He held out his hand which Leteh ignored. “I know about you.”

“Yes, everyone knows about me and my … sordid history.”

Del chuckled darkly.

“Where’s your witch now, eh?”

Time seemed to stand still as the tavern keeper’s chuckled died and Leteh’s red eyes blazed in anger. Del knew his mistake, and shrank back away from the demon’s rage.

“Tell me what you know. Now.” 

“You’ll have to be more specific than that,” Del insisted, earning a growl from the demon.

“I want details,” Leteh barked. “Who’ve you had contact with? What side are they on? And where will they strike next?”

The old man’s eyes grew hazy as he took in Leteh’s hulking form and fierce voice, but a smile grew on his face unexpectedly.

“You can keep up this travesty of an inquisition,” Del said slyly, “or you can just ask me your real question.”

Leteh’s face blanked for a moment as Del’s smile grew wider.

“Selena,” Del whispered.

Leteh knew he’d won.


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Nov 12, 2011

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Here are this weeks entries.  Great week, three fantastic stories!

Blind Challenge
NaNoWriMo PARTICIPANT: From my NaNo Story, tentatively titled The Heart of a Demon. My main character, Leteh, is a demon who had been imprisoned for 3 centuries in stone atop a chapel because he'd fallen in love with a witch, Selena. When he is released after being hit by a stray spell during a battle between demons and witches, times have changed and Leteh must navigate a world he doesn't recognize in order to understand the war that is beginning and just what is at stake.

The Heart of a Demon
By @jend_author

“Have a seat, demon,” said the tavern keeper.

His eyes traveled over Leteh’s frame, reading his powers. It left Leteh feeling exposed and dirty. He heaved a sigh of disgust at the necessity for this meeting before squeezing his hulking frame into the chair.

“Wine?” the man asked, holding up an ancient bottle.

Leteh shook his head once, a grimace on his face.

“A shame.” The tavern-keeper sneered. “I’m told the malolactic fermentation in this vintage is to die for.”

“I’m sure,” Leteh grumbled, rolling his eyes at the man’s barely hidden innuendo. “Tell me what you know, Vidente.”

“Touche.”

“So you know about us,” the man said, pulling up a chair opposite of Leteh.

The demon nodded, watching as the man lowered himself into the chair awkwardly.

“You can call me Del Cross.” He held out his hand which Leteh ignored. “I know about you.”

“Yes, everyone knows about me and my … sordid history.”

Del chuckled darkly.

“Where’s your witch now, eh?”

Time seemed to stand still as the tavern keeper’s chuckled died and Leteh’s red eyes blazed in anger. Del knew his mistake, and shrank back away from the demon’s rage.

“Tell me what you know. Now.” 

“You’ll have to be more specific than that,” Del insisted, earning a growl from the demon.

“I want details,” Leteh barked. “Who’ve you had contact with? What side are they on? And where will they strike next?”

The old man’s eyes grew hazy as he took in Leteh’s hulking form and fierce voice, but a smile grew on his face unexpectedly.

“You can keep up this travesty of an inquisition,” Del said slyly, “or you can just ask me your real question.”

Leteh’s face blanked for a moment as Del’s smile grew wider.

“Selena,” Del whispered.

Leteh knew he’d won.
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Malolactic Hope
By Robert Hilliard @redshirt6

“'Malolactic',” he said again as he had been all morning. “'Mal-o-lactic'. Malo-lac-tic'.”

“What is your fucking problem, Haygood?” Sergeant Delane asked. At five feet tall with jet black shorter than his, she turned him on but good.

“It just sounds so, I dunno', sexy,” Haygood replied. “Heard it on a vid.”

Sergeant Delane glanced at him, slung her M16 over her shoulder and, in passing, grabbed Haygood's crotch.

“Just so long as you're thinking of me when you say it.”

“Wilco that, Sergeant,” he replied. “Wilco that.”

She smiled and kissed him.

When They Met

Whenever he stared into her eyes time seemed to stand still. 

It had been three months since he’d come south to Atlanta but the fighting was still going on. Private Haygood hadn’t planned on falling in love, but hey. Plans. 

They’d met in a bar brawl in a shanty set up in Piedmont Park. Everyone was drunk and he could tell the attraction was mutual. He bent over and kissed her, catching her off guard. That’s what started it. She’d kicked his ass but good.

She’d straddled him on the ground, boot knife at his throat, and kissed him back.

Hope

He was only private and she was an NCO, part of the chain of command. So technically they weren't supposed to be fraternizing. But this army, noble as its goals may be, is really just a travesty of a real army. 

"So Sergeant," he asked as she released his crotch, "what are you going to do when the fighting is over?" He hoped but didn't allow his mind to actually formulate what.

Sergeant Delane looked away for a moment and then looked back at him. 

"That's just it, see," she said. "I don't think the fighting will ever be over."

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Classic Challenge
NaNoWriMo PARTICIPANT: Alana Bachman returns to a hometown she left as a small child when she inherits her grandparents' house in a sleepy New England town. As she adjusts to the peace of small town life, things begin to happen that make her question her sanity. Strange whispers and odd dreams haunt her as she finds out the truth about the accident that claimed her parents' lives when she was a baby and the danger that is around her now. With the help of her neighbor, David, Alana learns the truth about her family, about David's, and the power inside of her.


The Grapes of Wrath
By Miranda Gammella @MLGammella

Alana had been known to enjoy a fine bottle of wine from time to time, especially after a hard day. Nothing was harder than moving across the country to Wardville, ME to her grandparents’ old house. After all the boxes were open, the linens changed, and the house aired out, she aired out a bottle or two of her favorite pinot grigio. It did quite a bit to settle her nerves over the move and starting over.

When the voices and the whispering started, she found that a nice cabernet did the trick to drown them out. Somehow, the strange whispers and odd visions didn’t seem quite so scary when she enjoying the aftereffects of malomactic fermentation. Sharper flavored wines were all fine and dandy, but the smoother varieties created an effect she quite enjoyed: when time seemed to stand still.

That’s what made what happened next such a travesty.

Her time of enjoying nothing at all was cut short by the reappearance of the man who had been following her. Now, time seemed to mock her as things seemed to speed up just to slow down. Everything was distorted. The man seemed to rush towards her only to stop. Alana screamed, her voice broken and slurred, as she tried to get up and run or do anything to flee.

It seemed her favorite variety of fermented grape juice was seeking revenge on her. Alana stumbled and tripped, her face covered with tears, yet the man approached. She couldn’t see his face, but the blackness surrounded him and evil trailed in his wake.

Just as his cold yet burning hand caught her arm, she woke. Alana furiously looked down at her arm, only to find a burn in the shape of a handprint right where the man touched her.

@MLGammella

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Week 7 Entries:
The Heart of a Demon By @jend_author
Malolactic Hope By @redshirt6
The Grapes of Wrath By @MLGammella


  
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