More Writing Prompts Still

Like I said last week, I would be utilizing lots of writing prompts from around the interwebs. Today I am doing two. The first is for the Five Sentence Fiction writing prompt, this weeks word/theme is CANDY.  The second is for a contest called Thursday Threads, in which the phrase to be used in your story comes from the winners story from last week. Thanks for stopping by, Happy Reading!

Five Sentence Fiction-Candy

It was all a haze as he came back to consciousness, that decadent smell of candy, sugary sweet, whipped his thoughts into place.

“NO, did it happen again, I was sure I had it on it’s last leg?,” he hollered.

“I’m afraid you didn’t quite defeat him this time, but I’m sure that next time you will beat him handily my boy,” assured his father.

He was not unfamiliar with the hardships of this land, all the strange creatures that seemed surreal by terran standards that had become commonplace as a part of their existence on this remote planet. At the very least the supply ship had dropped off the colony’s rations of candy so that he would have a chance of recovering from the stinger of the beetle ox, and breaking it, then he could join the war party next season to protect the harvest.

 #ThursThreads

He stood there adrenaline pumping, bodies strewn across the field where they had done battle. He had not been in such a melee in his life. Even though they were half his size, the Rondrats gave him one hell of a fight. The Koochens rushed in and swept him up onto their shoulders, parading him back to the village. In the clan leader’s tent he heard recounts of his daring deeds in battle, it all seemed surreal. Just twelve days ago he was a simple farm boy on a colony planet. Now, according to the clan leaders, he was going to be the namesake of the village.  It was a much better monument than a cold stone in a manicured cemetery, which going in, he was certain was going to be the outcome.

1001 Pageviews

In just over 2 months I have reached 1001 pageviews. Most have been cursory, and most of those spam. Still it is an achievment. Huzzah!!! Thanks Interwebs!  : D

3 Word Wednesday Flash Fiction

 Another writing prompt for a mid week break. This one comes from 3wordwednesday. I hope you enjoy it and come back for some more interesting flash. Thanks for the read.

They were generous to him, he couldn’t figure out why. He had never done anything to gain there gratitude. In fact he had probably treated them more than unfair. He got back on his bicycle, now ladened down with all the supplies they thought he would need for the next few days. He made the rigorous trip on dirt roads back to the ole’ spread as Papa always called it. He kept a good lookout for those bastards. Life had been hard since they brought “The Program” around here. Many had thought that if we could just give people super skills, then our economic woes would be over. They moved westward from D.C. trying to be just in how they picked their guinea pigs. They weren’t, and most died horrible deaths from the reactions to the treatments. But those who were not twisted to death or whose disfigurement was on the inside, lurked along routes like bandits. He had already blasted a few off the property, but had yet had a face to face encounter with any.  He was approaching Pippen Hill, he reached down and grabbed hold of his little .22 pistol while still keeping control of the bike. He clinched his eyes tight and prayed he could make it up the hill with better time, he didn’t want Papa to penalize him for taking to long, fetchin’ after the hogs was just too much for him. He saw a glint at the top of the hill. Was it trash, he thought to himself, or was it someone laying in wait. He bore down on the pedals, and gripped the pistol tighter. He wasn’t gonna be late for Papa.

Tuesday Tales-Conjugal

Here is another writing prompt I came across while perusing the interwebs. Thanks as always for the read, if you like it check some others I have posted.

The orderlies led him into that same room. The morning sun coming through the window by the office chair. Dr. Brecker behind his desk.
"Sit, tell me what it is you want Yngvar?, he said.
"It has been over two weeks since I have had what you call a conjugal visit", he stated, "I demand to see my wife."
He knew the answer was always the same.  As he sat, staring out into the forest nearby, he wondered whether his village was being ransacked. They say his world is unknown. To him her skin was as real as his restraints.

A One-Minute Exercise

This one was a one minute writing exercise on the theme of Design. Could have done more, with more time of course. But you just might see this pop up later.

This had been his dream since long ago. Since his early days spent bumming around Europe. He was going to revive ergonomic sculpture in this country.

Oh and hey Technorati, there is this D7UDVJAF6EKF. 

#MotivationMonday and a Continuation

I said last week that it was going to be crazy around here for the next few weeks with all the writing prompts and contests I was entering. But this is a good kind of crazy and I think I can get a lot of great stuff out of them. This piece is inspired by the #MotivationMonday writing prompt. It is also a continuation of the 6Sunday piece I did yesterday. You can find that here. Thanks as always for the read.


I don't want to die, he thought, not from these God forsaken worms. The sisters were right, this was Armageddon. Good must prevail. As the blood red engorged sun set beyond the horizon it silhouetted what was left of the town he grew up in. Smoke billowed, and screams echoed through the hollow like racing winds on a spring day. But what could he do, he was just one kid. This was not something they taught in Home-Ec or Shop class. His only shot was to make it to his friend Tommy's house, his dad was a chemist. At least that's what he told people, but everyone knew he cooked meth. Still he was always good to Tommy and him, kept them out of trouble really. If he could get there his dad might be able to figure out what to do to stop these hideous creatures, plus they had lots of guns. He thought back on the last day or so. The dreams never prepared him for this, for all of this and the loss. He looked back down at his uncle's corpse, then screamed into the hills, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

A Storm is Brewing

Yet another writing prompt, this one Sunday Scribblings. The theme was STORM, I did something a little different with it. I did scribble on this all day here and there between everything else. It is kinda fun, I like it. Hope you do too. Thanks for the read.

So I was doing my latest ebook signing at my local Walmart. The crowds had thinned due to the impending storm, but I knew something was up. People don't just put their shopping or ebook signings on hold because of bad weather. That was when I noticed her, either some poor coed with a flesh eating bacteria, or a zombie. Now you may say, how could a zombie just walk into Walmart without causing a fuss. One, our youth is so desensitized to zombies that they think nothing of it, and two, she wasn't going to find any brains to munch on in here. Why was she here then? I told my assistant to stay and watch my table, but he was a good shi-tsu and very obedient, not like one of those pugs whose eyes fall out. I stayed a few aisles behind. I didn't want her to notice me, my reputation in zombie circles had declined since a mistaken identity scandal back in '04. She was heading towards housewares, this was looking worse. If she was going after a Magic Bullet the impending storm could be a zombie apocalypse. You may think that a cheap infomercial blender in the hands of a zombie couldn't possibly mean the demise of civilization as we know it. For the most part you would be right, but this was too close to the date the Mayans had picked for total destruction so I wasn't taking any chances. I went to the opposite side of an aisle and grabbed a cleaver hanging on the shelf. I for one was not going to let this just happen, humanity was not going out like this. I curved round behind her fast as lightning. I was thunder crashing down on her, the cleaver parting her head from her neck. I noticed as I landed on top of her slumped body, the ointment for skin bacteria in her basket. Was I wrong? The zombies who stormed towards me had proven I wasn't.

Lets try Six for Sunday

I came across another wonderful writing prompt that I was able to us something else (that was going nowhere) for. Isn't that amazing when a dead end turns into a fully developed path. If you would like to participate in the Six Sentence Sunday challenge, have at it, it will be lots of fun. Once again, thank you for the read.

 

The boy sat there on the cliff, shaking, barely able to keep his hands on the rifle. His uncle, who was more like a brother to him lay dead, parts of the giant worm that tried to eat him still attached to his body. He’d like to pretend he didn’t know how this could happen. He knew it all to well according to the sisters down at the Antioch Primitive Baptist Church. They had told him he had a gift and what they said his dreams were of was this day, of Armageddon. The last battle between good and evil, and those worms were sure as hell evil.