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Menage Monday # 40

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I wake up, lying on my stomach. The first thing I see are trees probably fifty stories below me. My stomach drops as I instinctively jump back to a safe distance.

“So nice of you to join me,” a scruffy voice says behind me. I flip around to see a man, late thirties, leaning against a metal post.

“Where are we?”

“Power plant.”

“Who are you?”

“The who is not important. It’s the why.”

“Okay…why—”

“Why did I bring you here? Well, Violet, I’m thrilled you asked. I saw your little pyrotechnic display at your school.”

“How long have I been up here?”

“Ten days. Once your hands started glowing I thought you were going to pass out. Then fire started shooting out of them. It wasn’t until after the explosion that you lost consciousness. I can’t believe you survived. But you know who didn’t? My brother, you filthy mutant.”

He backs me up to the ledge. “Survive this,” he says as he throws me over.

I scream, fully expecting to splat against the ground. But somehow I land gently on my feet.

Wow! I wonder what other neat tricks I can do…

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This was written for the Menage Monday challenge at caramichaels.com

Rules:

100-200 word story based on 3 prompts:

The Photo

The Phrase: “survive this” must appear somewhere in the story

The Judge’s Prompt: scenario: you woke up…ten days later. What do you do? What do you remember? Where are you? How do you piece everything together?

Menage Monday – Week 36

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This is my entry for the Menage Monday challenge at caramichaels.com

Rules

Use these three prompts:

The Photo:

The Phrase: “might be fun” (this can appear anywhere in the story)

The Judge’s Prompt: unlikely inspiration

Must be 100-200 words

So here it is!

“Come on, Aurora, give it a try,” Aurora said with a playful smile. “You have to learn to fly sometime.”

“I can’t,” I said.

Her purple, shimmering wings shuffled as she placed her hands on her hips. “I’m the one in charge of training you during your transition. Maybe you just need a little inspiration.”

She blinked, and instantly we were in a parking garage. Not a human in sight.

“See those footprints?” She said, pointing to the concrete ledge above us. “I have a challenge for you. Fly up there and land sideways so that you can leave your footprints too.”

“This is silly.”

“If a human can get prints up there, you can too… Oh come on, it might be fun.”

I sighed. There was no getting out of it. I focused all my mental energy on defying gravity, and with a few flaps of my wings I was up. Landing gently, I placed my small feet next to a pair of larger prints.

“Happy?” I said, looking down at the sideways world.

She nodded, satisfied.

“Those aren’t actually human prints are they?” I said, putting it together.

“Nope. I learned to fly here too.”