tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post8429952022695283102..comments2024-02-13T13:54:25.645+01:00Comments on Finding Clarity: Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 21Miranda Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-70840905483463358442017-09-22T15:36:13.283+02:002017-09-22T15:36:13.283+02:00Love this - great bit of horror! Thanks for joinin...Love this - great bit of horror! Thanks for joining! Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-47336146009540968462017-09-22T15:35:13.236+02:002017-09-22T15:35:13.236+02:00I'm going to try this again...
I went with th...I'm going to try this again...<br /><br />I went with the Tied vs Tide theme, also. <br />Here is the link to my story called <a href="http://www.theworldofkrsmith.com/2017/09/mid-week-flash-challenge-week-21.html" rel="nofollow">Four</a> .K R Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759225924353249792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-35514746459372284802017-09-18T15:49:11.877+02:002017-09-18T15:49:11.877+02:00I think it's great! I love a good rant. Thanks...I think it's great! I love a good rant. Thanks for joining. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-76957440403052919942017-09-17T23:21:00.516+02:002017-09-17T23:21:00.516+02:00*looks at what he wrote.* Well... You did post the...*looks at what he wrote.* Well... You did post the picture... So... I'm blaming you for this one... Don't blame me...<br /><br /><a href="mysoulstears.wordpress.com/2017/09/17/miranda-kates-mid-week-challenge-20170917/" rel="nofollow">Beer Cans and Pampers</a>Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17582099080904943774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-11133893988202932582017-09-15T16:03:38.145+02:002017-09-15T16:03:38.145+02:00Thank you, ma'am. Great prompt choice! :)Thank you, ma'am. Great prompt choice! :)Cara Michaelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00956521710750982258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-70607580943311031432017-09-15T11:43:06.018+02:002017-09-15T11:43:06.018+02:00Great ending! Loved it. Thanks for coming to join ...Great ending! Loved it. Thanks for coming to join in. I can't find a way to extend the character limits, which is annoying. Thanks for making the effort to post it. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-2110290101751907852017-09-14T21:02:03.540+02:002017-09-14T21:02:03.540+02:00“I suppose we’re alike in that regard,” I said, sh...“I suppose we’re alike in that regard,” I said, shaking off the wistful melancholia. “Wars among our own broke continents and sank islands. We shaped the world as you know it. Nonetheless, I meant it as a compliment.”<br /><br />“Sank… islands.” Conley’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.<br /><br />“Mm.” I gazed between the pillars, spying something dangling at the end. “Shall we go see?”<br /><br />“Tide’s coming in,” he said. He fingered the wispy chiffon of my dress. His casual familiarity at once confused and thrilled me. When had a man last been so gently bold with me? “And you aren’t exactly dressed for this.”<br /><br />A smile teased across his lips. I followed his gaze to my toes, peeking out from beneath the edge of my skirts.<br /><br />“What happened to your shoes?”<br /><br />“Unlike you, Detective Conley, I don’t care to ruin my footwear. Otherwise, I’m always dressed for the water,” I said. “That’s why the Elder Court sent me.”<br /><br />“Oh.” His eyes mimicked the tempestuous gray blue of the ocean. “So you’re a—mermaid or something?”<br /><br />“Nereid,” I said. “One of the fifty daughters of Poseidon, may the tides carry his soul always.”<br /><br />The water tickled my bare feet, the waves whispering secrets and warnings. The sea usually afforded me peace, but dark portents murmured in each ebb and flow. I sang softly to the tide, hearing Conley’s soft gasp as the waters parted around us.<br /><br />“Well,” he said. “That’s neat.”<br /><br />At the end of the pier, we stopped. I steadied myself before looking up, abruptly wishing Conley could handle this without me. My heart pounded, the crescendoing cries of the tide falling silent as I lifted my head.<br /><br />She hung from a rope tied around her beneath her arms. The flush of life had faded from her, discoloring her skin in a muted palate of pale blues and purples. The river of blood spilled from her slashed throat had dried, rust-colored here, almost black there.<br />Death distorted her face, but not so much as to make her a stranger.<br /><br />“Beroe,” I whispered. “Oh, Father, no.”<br /><br />“You know her?” Conley’s sharp question pierced my mind’s denial.<br /><br />“She’s my sister.”<br /><br />My concentration snapped and the sea roared in, dragging us under.<br /><br />*<br /><br />Cara Michaels | @caramichaels<br />750 words in a new worldCara Michaelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00956521710750982258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-75447402437108936132017-09-14T21:01:48.292+02:002017-09-14T21:01:48.292+02:00Posting in two parts to bypass the character limit...Posting in two parts to bypass the character limit, sorry!<br /><br />*<br /><br />Encrusted pillars of aged wood gamely supported the weight of the pier above. Any other day, music and conversation would be mingling with the ambient rush of waves and crying gulls, but now silence blanketed the pier. A barrier of yellow tape and a dozen armed police officers kept the crowds at bay.<br /><br />One uniform lifted the tape to usher us through.<br /><br />“Detective,” she said in greeting to my companion. She turned an eye cooler than the March waters toward me and inclined her head. “Who’s this?”<br /><br />“Evening, Herndon.” Detective Bo Conley took a step closer to me, a visible statement of support. “This is Ambassador Maera. She’s consulting for the Elder Court.”<br /><br />Herndon snorted, the best I was going to get for a greeting.<br /><br />Shock rippled through me as Conley’s warm hand found a home at the small of my back.<br /><br />“What’ve we got?” he asked Herndon.<br /><br />“Vic’s at the end of the pier. Forensics hasn’t had their turn at the scene yet.” She turned her head to me. “Don’t mess anything up.”<br /><br />“ETA?” Conley asked sharply.<br /><br />“Not sure. Doc’s finishing up with another Outsider DOA downtown.”<br /><br />This proved enough to break my silence. I didn’t mind the Outsider moniker. Even though my kind had walked this world long before humans, we’d faded into legends eons ago. As it turned out, legends weren’t easily welcomed back to the world.<br /><br />“Another?” I watched the nuances of expression dance over Officer Herndon’s round face.<br /><br />She shrugged.<br /><br />“Don’t know the details. Just another dead freak.”<br /><br />“Herndon.” Conley’s harsh tone jolted the woman. “Enough.”<br /><br />“Sir.” She stalked off, her heels digging into the packed sand.<br /><br />“I’m sorry, Ambassador,” he said.<br /><br />“She doesn’t understand,” I said. “Why you consent to work with me. Why you’re kind to me. To her—to most—I’m just another invader who doesn’t belong.” I offered him a smile. “Even I don’t understand your behavior. You’re different.”<br /><br />“Not exactly a compliment, Ambassador. Humans have an unfortunate history of pain and evil rooted in different. If you look different, sound different, dress different, love different—someone’s bound to hate you.”<br /><br />His hand stroked a soothing trail up my spine before dropping away. I was surprised to find I missed the small touch, a slight frown edging the corners of my mouth downward.Cara Michaelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00956521710750982258noreply@blogger.com