tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645013027675035616.post104502788970441870..comments2011-11-24T16:21:04.762-07:00Comments on #3ForThursday: 3 For Thursday Week 7 Prompt 1D. Ryan Leaskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277390922948493235noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645013027675035616.post-844081692604855822011-11-10T09:56:07.600-07:002011-11-10T09:56:07.600-07:00Malolactic
“'Malolactic',” he said again ...Malolactic<br /><br />“'Malolactic',” he said again as he had been all morning. “'Mal-o-lactic'. Malo-lac-tic'.”<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“It just sounds so, I dunno', sexy,” Haygood replied. “Heard it on a vid.”<br /><br />Sergeant Delane glanced at him, slung her M16 over her shoulder and, in passing, grabbed Haygood's crotch.<br /><br />“Just so long as you're thinking of me when you say it.”<br /><br />“Wilco that, Sergeant,” he replied. “Wilco that.”<br /><br />She smiled and kissed him.<br /><br />100 Words<br />@redshirt6redshirt6http://redshirt6.weebly.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645013027675035616.post-32323789182756853072011-11-10T09:41:36.371-07:002011-11-10T09:41:36.371-07:00From my NaNo Story, tentatively titled The Heart o...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. <br /><br />Story:<br /><br /><br />“Have a seat, demon,” said the tavern keeper.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“Wine?” the man asked, holding up an ancient bottle.<br /><br />Leteh shook his head once, a grimace on his face.<br /><br />“A shame.” The tavern-keeper sneered. “I’m told the malolactic fermentation in this vintage is to die for.”<br /><br />“I’m sure,” Leteh grumbled, rolling his eyes at the man’s barely hidden innuendo. “Tell me what you know, Vidente.”<br /><br />“Touche.”<br /><br />@jend_author<br />100 words<br />For Blind ChallengeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com