tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post3184229716820019765..comments2024-02-13T13:54:25.645+01:00Comments on Finding Clarity: Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 122Miranda Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-16142249770189266172019-09-03T12:42:17.552+02:002019-09-03T12:42:17.552+02:00Thank you Miranda, and Mark. Glad you enjoyed it. ...Thank you Miranda, and Mark. Glad you enjoyed it. <br /> Mason Bushellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13276117665675838117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-30630336575112730362019-09-03T11:40:37.794+02:002019-09-03T11:40:37.794+02:00Nice little tale. Thanks fir joining. Here's a...Nice little tale. Thanks fir joining. Here's a clickable link for others:<br /><br /><a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NA8hhkEX5bc0RVr6y4xR-afTDHHFlp3Gi2Hn5AonamI/edit?usp=sharing" rel="nofollow">Raven Mad</a> Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-12026160497054578872019-09-03T11:33:34.221+02:002019-09-03T11:33:34.221+02:00Really great story. Thoroughly enjoyed that. Really great story. Thoroughly enjoyed that. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-24275732577269601392019-09-03T11:25:45.042+02:002019-09-03T11:25:45.042+02:00Ooo great opening. I'm intrigued to know more....Ooo great opening. I'm intrigued to know more. Thanks for joining. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-39912382940977870272019-09-03T10:49:36.567+02:002019-09-03T10:49:36.567+02:00Thanks but I'm still trying to workout what sh...Thanks but I'm still trying to workout what she's after (world domination?) & what exactly she has got her hands on. Mmmmm. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-18866224393309131272019-09-03T10:48:21.971+02:002019-09-03T10:48:21.971+02:00Loved that. Brilliant ending Kristin. Loved that. Brilliant ending Kristin. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-13301531277852640742019-09-03T10:40:32.079+02:002019-09-03T10:40:32.079+02:00I gathered that Terry. Thank you. I gathered that Terry. Thank you. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-33014115213666575172019-09-03T10:39:54.046+02:002019-09-03T10:39:54.046+02:00Wow. Powerful. Wow. Powerful. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-73487714126822482192019-08-30T22:58:38.259+02:002019-08-30T22:58:38.259+02:00Wow, Mason. I loved that. A great story, well real...Wow, Mason. I loved that. A great story, well realised. Well done!Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00855198804375011390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-43668093387793166472019-08-30T22:49:10.642+02:002019-08-30T22:49:10.642+02:00Thank you, Mason. I appreciate you saying that!Thank you, Mason. I appreciate you saying that!Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00855198804375011390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-49908990197684810592019-08-29T18:08:31.022+02:002019-08-29T18:08:31.022+02:00I loved this prompt. Here is story The Crow and th...I loved this prompt. Here is story <a href="https://theworkhousemysteries.wordpress.com/2019/08/29/the-crow-and-the-shotgun/" rel="nofollow">The Crow and the Shotgun</a> I like it, I hope you do too!Mason Bushellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13276117665675838117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-44755498466382065352019-08-29T18:07:24.941+02:002019-08-29T18:07:24.941+02:00Great story Miranda. Tricky is definately becoming...Great story Miranda. Tricky is definately becoming an interesting character for a bigger story I think. Mason Bushellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13276117665675838117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-11762406375199427652019-08-29T18:06:37.664+02:002019-08-29T18:06:37.664+02:00Beautiful work, Mark.
Beautiful work, Mark.<br /> Mason Bushellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13276117665675838117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-90411677539353741502019-08-29T18:06:08.204+02:002019-08-29T18:06:08.204+02:00Nice job, Kristin. Nice job, Kristin. Mason Bushellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13276117665675838117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-76008491151744442982019-08-29T18:05:54.559+02:002019-08-29T18:05:54.559+02:00Great story, Cameron.
Great story, Cameron. <br />Mason Bushellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13276117665675838117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-7013695377743006242019-08-28T23:14:34.832+02:002019-08-28T23:14:34.832+02:00That "excellent" was for Miranda's p...That "excellent" was for Miranda's piece. Not mine.Terry Brewerhttp://terrybrewerauthor.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-33010466796994920262019-08-28T22:23:22.129+02:002019-08-28T22:23:22.129+02:00Eradication
Crow landed with a crash of wingbeats...Eradication<br /><br />Crow landed with a crash of wingbeats, disturbing the silence. It was early yet, and he was the first to arrive. There was a chill to the air which presaged death. Nothing good would come of this, that much was certain.<br /><br />The second bird to arrive was a buzzard, choosing a branch on a nearby oak for his perch, the third being a barn owl, alighting onto the upright support for the field gate which stood between the others. There were enough of them present now for a meeting, so they could begin.<br /><br />“It’s been too long,” Crow said, rearranging his form until a man appeared, his suit dark and its creases sharp. He strutted across to the buzzard, waited until he transfigured himself too, then shook his hand, the two of them turning to the other. <br /><br />Owl was reluctant to change, her head turning anxiously, sweeping the heath. It’d been difficult to get her to agree to come, her loyalties divided between the anarchistic carrion clans and the live-feeders. She’d refused to attend both the previous meetings and was only here today on sufferance, monitoring the proceedings and acting as a witness.<br /><br />Buzzard was taller than Crow in his new form, his jacket and trousers cut in a matching tweed. His legs appeared to be gathered near his ankles and it seemed as though he was wearing a pair of brown boots.<br /><br />“Well, Albertine,” he said, addressing the owl. “Are you satisfied? Neither of us were followed and I trust that you were equally stealthy. You’re making me uncomfortable holding your form like that. It’s not as though we’re on a high street where the humans meet. Our secrecy’s assured, I swear it.”<br /><br />Owl relaxed, falling into her usual shape. She was shorter than the others but more severe. Her dress and her jacket had a quality belying their unfussy appearance, but her eyes were ever sharp, never resting.<br /><br />“I don’t like it,” she said, pawing at the ground and raising a divot. “If we’re to agree on how we’re to manage their threat they should be represented. Given a chance to explain themselves before we act.”<br />Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00855198804375011390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-58474723987895127532019-08-28T20:24:56.043+02:002019-08-28T20:24:56.043+02:00Wrath by Kristin Record<a href="https://wickedrambling.wordpress.com/2019/08/28/wrath/" rel="nofollow">Wrath by Kristin Record</a> Wicked Ramblingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17504168454864451789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-34869788383382484802019-08-28T14:41:52.030+02:002019-08-28T14:41:52.030+02:00Excellent.Excellent.Terry Brewerhttp://terrybrewerauthor.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-7034517945137087292019-08-28T14:12:43.757+02:002019-08-28T14:12:43.757+02:00The Fence, by Terry Brewer, @stories2121
“Henny....The Fence, by Terry Brewer, @stories2121<br /><br /> “Henny. Please, Henny. We must hurry.”<br /><br />My sister was leading me towards the road. It was a path I was not allowed to go down. But she’d grabbed me just before the sun rose. There was a mist over the fields and a bird sat on the wire that kept the cows in.<br /><br />“Where are we going?”<br /><br />“We’re going somewhere safe. But hurry. He’ll be up soon.”<br /><br />“I don’t want to—:<br /><br />“Henny we must. You must be a woman for me today. Can you do that?”<br /><br />“But why?”<br /><br />She stopped and turned, grabbing my upper arms and squatting to look directly at me.<br /><br />“I cannot allow him to do what he’s been doing for too long. To me. To your sister. And he’ll do it to you.”<br /><br />“But she’s gone. Where did she go?”<br /><br />“She went where we’re going. You’ll be able to be with her again.”<br /><br />“But I’m tired and I haven’t had my breakfast.”<br /><br />That’s where I noticed that bird. <br /><br />My sister, the one still here and not the one who’d gotten away, turned back and I grabbed the hand she offered to lead me.<br /><br />“He’ll be up soon. Maybe he’ll be too drunk to realize where he is or to find out we’re gone. But we need to hurry. We can get a ride on the road.”<br /><br />That’s when we heard the engine. It rang through the morning mist like a pistol shot. <br /><br />“No. We must run. Henny. Can you run with me? We’re almost there.”<br /><br />And we were almost there. I trusted her so I ran with her as she pulled my arm.<br /><br />“If we can just get to the road.” She was saying it almost to herself. “If we can just get to the road someone will drive past.”<br /><br />Suddenly the pickup’s headlights reflected back at us off the mist. She turned and stared a moment before trying to sweep me up in her arms. But I was too big. She was placing little kisses on my neck. We both knew it was futile. He was just about upon us. <br /><br />She stopped and slowly turned. <br /><br />He opened the door of the old Chevy. Stepped out.<br /><br />“She can go. It’s you I need. We don’t need her. We’ve made our own little girl. Just you and me.”<br /><br />She directed me to stand behind her.<br /><br />“If I could rip the child in my belly from there so she’d never be touched by you I would do it.” Her hands were around me, keeping me in place.<br /><br />“But I love you. I’ve loved you all—”<br /><br />“You’re a sick, perverted monster. You don’t know anything about love. I got Emmy away. I’ll get Henny away. And I’ll get my baby away.”<br /><br />“Our baby. Don’t forget that. You whore.”<br /><br />“Who made me that?”<br /><br />I slipped away from her when her hands went to her face.<br /><br />“Who made me that?” The shout echoed across the field, startling some birds into flight.<br /><br />She was shaking and sobbing. He closed the door to the pickup and began to walk towards her.<br /><br />“Come here, baby.”<br /><br />“Just let her go. I’ll stay with you. Just let her go.”<br /><br />He kept walking, his arms out to give her a hug.<br /><br />He noticed neither me nor the rock.<br /><br />There was blood everywhere. The sheriff thought my sister did it. She had blood all over her and she was inconsolable when he arrived, her hand lightly caressing my father’s face, using her skirt to clean the blood from his eyes. His wild, open eyes.<br /><br />“No, sir. It was me. He was going to hurt her.”<br /><br />“Little girl. You aren’t strong enough to inflict this sort of damage.”<br /><br />I didn’t know what he meant by “inflict.” But it was me. I did “inflict that sort of damage.”<br />Terry Brewerhttp://terrybrewerauthor.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-51277908079728051022019-08-28T13:28:22.969+02:002019-08-28T13:28:22.969+02:00https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NA8hhkEX5bc0RV...https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NA8hhkEX5bc0RVr6y4xR-afTDHHFlp3Gi2Hn5AonamI/edit?usp=sharingCameronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745199648604340657noreply@blogger.com