Friday Fictioneers: Operation Grab-The-Steak

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Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, where every week we write 100-word stories in response to a photo prompt. For more stories, click the frog.

Operation Grab-the-Steak

Slowly, carefully, Bob lifts his head over the rise, silently taking in the landscape, making a quick survey of the five combatants. The tall one with the red hair. That’s the weakest link.

Rising up on his haunches, Bob makes his move, sweeping around to redhead’s plate. And he’s done it! A generous slab of meat.

“How on earth does he do that?”

“Man he’s fast.”

The meat is (unfortunately) cooked, but still good. Content for now, Bob returns to home base, snuggling down on his doggy blanket while he prepares for his next offensive: Operation Get-Dessert.

New Release: Lady, Thy Name is Trouble

Congrats to Lori, on her debut release of Lady Thy Name is Trouble, a sword & sorcery epic.

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Trouble is Tara Triannon’s middle name. As swords for hire, Tara and her sister Laraina thrive on the danger. But a surprise invasion throws them into chaos… and trouble on a whole new level. Pursued by the Butcher, a terrifying assassin more wolf than man, Tara and Laraina must get a prince marked for death and a young, inept sorceress to safety. There’s only one problem – eluding the Butcher has never been done. Aided by a secretive soldier of fortune, they flee the relentless hunter.

Gifted with magic and cursed by nightmares that are all too real, Tara must stop an army led by a madman and fend off an evil Being caught in a centuries-old trap who seeks to control her magic and escape through her dreams – all while keeping one step ahead of the Butcher.

Monday Morning Mayhem – Not Really

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I’m trying to think of interesting things to post about. It’s Lent here in my little Christian world which is a time for us Christians to think Christiany thoughts. As a somewhat marginal on-again, off-again Catholic I was somewhat thrown off my already shaky tread by being asked  (by a completely reputable client I write for)….

if I I have ever written any “adult” materials, because apparently (50 Shades of Grey anyone?) this is becoming a “thing” now. I sort of remember (in a shocked daze) staring at this survey e-mail and thinking … should I hit delete? Should I give my honest answers? What would be the moral thing to do here (after all this is honest work)? I’m still wondering if I did the right thing.

Speaking of being shaken off my tread there was this ultra-friendly guy at the gym today saying hi to everyone, including me – and for a moment I was like huh, what? And then I was like oh sorry (honestly sorry) didn’t  mean to be rude, just not used to having people shout HI at me while I’m on the treadmill.  Thennn, when it came time for me to leave I saw that he was in the zone and decided not to say goodbye (what is the proper social behavior in this circumstance?), because that would have been weird. Right? I’m not just going crazy here. Sometimes…I wonder.

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Does anyone else ever have these moments where you pause and think – what on earth am I doing here? Maybe it’s just me. I do, occasionally, overthink things – especially when it gives me an excuse to avoid work. Which, yeah…. Next, time to check out all the important news items of the day – like who was wearing what at the Oscars.

Friday Fictioneers: Vengeance Awaits

crystalsPHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Here’s my entry for Friday Fictioneers where every week people get together to write 100 word stories in response to a picture prompt.

For more fictiony goodness, click the froggy. 🙂

And now, with no further ado, I present:

Vengeance Awaits

One day, you will regret what you have done to me.

First, you yanked me from my home and then you cracked me open to feast on my insides, on the sweet blood of innocents. Oh, the horrors, the indignity. May you be haunted by a thousand cavities.

Sugar rush. That is how I will punish you. I will make you pay and pay and pay and then….

I’m tired. Nap time.

Okay, but when you wake up I will be waiting.

Later that day….

“No more piñatas, honey. They give me the creeps.”

“Why?”

“They just do.”

………

Yes, pinatas scare me. I don’t know why.

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Maybe it’s because pinatas could be secretly plotting revenge. Just saying.

Symmetry: The World’s Largest Wind Chime

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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Symmetry.”

World’s largest exhibits are fairly popular in the Midwestern United States. I often passed this one, the World’s Largest Wind Chime on my way to St. Louis and one day I decided to stop and take a picture. It was a pretty gloomy day but worth stopping.

The next time I visited with my sister who came to help me move back to Pennsylvania and she decided to ring the chimes.

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A couple pictures from Berlin and my travels farther afield that I thought of when reflecting on symmetry. Brandbenberg Gate during the Festival of Lights and the Berlin Dome…

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Building Bridges & Finding Inspiration

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I keep meaning to blog more and it’s hard largely because my thoughts feel all frozen. Today, I had lunch by the Susquehanna River and took this picture of the river, which is completely frozen over.

We’ve had an especially cold few days and today was the first day it was not dangerously cold so I was pretty desperate to get outside, clear my mind and find some inspiration. Yesterday I spent most of my writing day annoyedly poring over a fiction novel that needs some heavy editing, to the point where I wonder – in all seriousness – why bother? Like the river covered with snow, doesn’t seem like a whole lot is happening here.

And who knows if the water is running beneath the ice? (Probably.) And who knows what would happen if I set foot onto the ice and tried to cross over? (Probably not a great idea.)

As I gazed out at the frozen river, I found myself thinking of the Bering Strait and how ancient peoples braved that icy abyss in order to come here and claim this land. Some of those people, in fact, gave their name to this river – The Susquehanna.

Who knows what will happen if? All I know for sure is I need to continue to try, because – there really is no choice. It’s write or die, live or die, venture out into the unknown or acquiesce to what is inevitable.

Such is life, I suppose.

What do you think?

Friday Fictioneers: Unending

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Doorways open into rooms leading to doors leading to rooms and blue skies and nightmares and futures we never even imagined and could have never seen coming.

How can I go on without you?

Years ago, my friend, you promised to share the possibilities, the dream, this life with me, whatever may come.

Now, you say no more, it is all too much, all the twists and turns this life has taken. We can never go back, you know, I am here for you, now and always.

Continue on. Let us enter forever and a life unending.

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This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers, where every week we get together and write 100-word stories. Okay so the past few weeks I’ve been under the weather and generally grumpy. =D I’m actually still a bit fuzzy around the edges but hopefully rebounding!

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