Sooo late for this one.
This is a Chuck Wendig Prompt, in honour of Anthony Bourdain.
You ever been to the Island of Flowers? No? You shouldn’t miss out on this one. Portuguese Madeira is a hungry but beautiful place. The mild climate and the rich soil gives it the most precious gifts Mother Nature can give an island.
Okay, I’m done with the touristic daisy-incrusted crap. Pull your fingers out of your ears and stop with the ‘la-la-la-la’.
We’re free for the real stuff, the naked appreciation of food, nature, life. Continue reading “Going Hemingway with a Line, the Atlantic Ocean, and Heartache (1)”
a Chuck Wendig prompt – Strange Photos / Lily by Rudi Zygadlo / this is a WIP – a zero draft to get the characters, the plot and the end gets rewritten and posted again
Five minutes ago I hoped to drop the kennel cleaning into the rookie’s lap, but we got the call.
Dispatch told us to get the dogs and meet up, with the search party at Devil’s Peak. “Shit.” I instantly knew this was going to be a bad night. My palms itched, my neck tingled and burned. The rookie was going to have his baptism by fire. “Another kid?” I asked but didn’t need to. The calendar answered before dispatch could confirm. Full moon. “Damn.” The rookie got my gaze and stood up. “On our way.” I hung up. Continue reading “Devil’s Peak”
dangers of underserved power – a chuck wendig prompt
I wave a cheeseburger in front of the animal. The chimpanzee observes carefully. He nods vigorously, showing teeth. His ears flap. Chuck’s the only chimp I know to prefer burgers over bananas, or fruits, or gummy bears. He’s a primate in every way.
Probably I could bribe him with booze and cigarettes too. Nearly a human…
I point at the screen. The pattern is so slow, that even the stoned biology student catches up. Continue reading “space monkey mafia (1)”
Old age was a curse.
Anyone old enough could relate.
It marked the slow end of abilities, and the beginning of limitations. But this was a world made of limitations, wasn’t it? Old age was an abomination, a fence, an unscalable wall, but only if you ignored your abilities all your life long. Within those boundaries, anyone could roam freely.
My name is Rose, like the flower. My short-lived husband, Carl, loved my bloom, my thorns, my venom. He called my sense of justice, venom.
Continue reading “Thorns and Rose”
a chuck wending Friday flash fiction challenge (X) – a 100-word story- okay, it’s less…
Today, some idiot calls me a saucy twelve-year-old bitch. The name’s Vespa. No one calls me that!
I may not look like it, but I’m far older than you may suspect. Luckily, I don’t need more than twelve seconds to cast a nasty spell…
Don’t be surprised, if you meet a five feet tall rat in Central Park. Please don’t call him Splinter…
a chuck wending prompt (X), 5-sentence-story / 100 words
music inspired: Burn my shadow away, by UNCLE (war stories)
Entropy was a bitch, but only because I wasn’t a morning person.
Temperature fell below zero in a blink, my breath formed little vapor clouds.
My shadow bloated and blurred the room, stretching to the corners, fanning out and coaxing my thoughts into reality.
A blood colored velvet Chesterfield dropped to the ground with a thud, and a hot cup of tea wobbled into existence right in front of my left hand.
Really tired of these morons, working for me, nothing but a waste of space and energy… Being the devil, doesn’t make my job easier…
a chuck wending prompt (link); a 5-sentence-story (max 100 words)
A big, unusual looking white wolf stood on top of the hill, the forest in its back, stretched its hind paws and yawned.
Maybe its sky-colored eyes, or its gold dipped tail, or its huge glistening fangs made it look so exceptional…
Just before sunrise, the horizon started glowing and writing flashed to rush across the sky, as it always did.
The wolf read it out: “Thank you for choosing Strix Planetary Maintenance Systems.”
“Crap, time to upgrade,” the wolf rolled its eyes.