BCF – The Fog
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Blogging MIA & BCF – Boat Ride
So… I’ve been a little MIA the last month. As some of you may or may not know, I’m about 11 weeks pregnant, and I think the baby has sucked all the creative juices from my brain. Or maybe I’ve just been too nauseous to even think about writing anything. Either way, the Business Card Fiction challenge has brought me out of my funk, so I’m happy to say, I’m back! I might not post as much as I used to, but I’m going to make an effort to at least keep up with my writing. So here it is…
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BCF – Festival
This is my entry for the new Business Card Fiction contest. You write a story short enough to fit on the back of a business card, based on the prompt word/picture.
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This is the Beta version of the contest. The full contest, including prizes, starts next month. So be sure to check out the website here, and follow them on twitter @BCFiction
Five Sentence Fiction – Character
I am the adversary of evil, a guide to the lost, and the answer to every mystery.
I stand silent in the shadows; you may not see me, but I see all.
I unravel every conspiracy and the plot in every game.
I know the players, the pawns, the innocents struggling to be free.
I am your guardian, your liberator, your ally—my name is Garrison, though most of you know me as G.
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For this FSF, Lillie asked us to write about a character from one of our WIPs. I chose a character who is not only in my WIP, but has appeared in many flash fiction pieces here on my site. I hope this gives you a little more insight into who G is.
Be sure to check out the Five Sentence Fiction weekly challenge created by Lillie McFerrin.
Monday Mixer – The Arctic
Andi pulled the hood of her snow jacket tighter around her neck, shielding herself from the wind that unceasingly nipped at her frozen face, as she trekked further across the Arctic Tundra. The GPS unit beeped in her backpack, her own personal harbinger, signaling the fast approach of something massive.
Could this be it?
The ground rumbled as it ran toward her, knocking her off her feet. An enormous animal resembling a tiger, with long, flowing fur towered over her. Its coat was pure white and glistened in the sun.
A euphoric tingling swept across Andi’s body as it looked into her eyes and knelt down, signaling her to mount. As they rode, multi-colored light swirled in front of them, revealing the mythical portal.
She had found it—the means of traveling between worlds. She didn’t know where she would end up, but she couldn’t wait to find out.
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I wrote this for Jeffrey Hollar’s Monday Mixer flash fiction challenge. Check it out at The Latinum Vault
Five Sentence Fiction – Candidate
“Is she asleep, Doctor?”
“Yes, she’s under and will awake with no memory of the procedure.”
“Her mate, Rowland, is… detained… and won’t interfere with our faery-human relations research—Eliza’s the perfect candidate.”
“Good… the fetus’ heart rate is normal; maybe we can determine if she conceived before or after she transformed into a faery.” The doctor paused, stared at the monitor, and said, “Vick will like these results—a half-breed is an abomination and will give him the excuse he needs to destroy Rowland and Eliza.”
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This is part of a series I’ve been writing. You can read all about Rowland and Eliza here.
And be sure to check out the Five Sentence Fiction weekly challenge created by Lillie McFerrin.
Writober Part 13
Ryan jumped from landing to landing, making his way up the staircase. He didn’t have time to do it the slow, human way. Once in the upper levels, guards started pouring into the halls from every door. They must have known he was coming. Good. The more eyes were on him, the less they would be on Violet and the group.
Igniting the fire in his fists, he fought his way out. Flesh sizzled with every punch he threw. It was still dark when he finally made it outside. Good. Better viewing conditions for his little show.
He hurled fireballs until the entire base turned into a green inferno. By now, most of the employees and guards had encircled him, desperately trying to get close enough to take him down.
Not today, he thought, keeping them at bay with the occasional burst of flames.
Now, there was only one thing left to do.
Inching to his left, the crowd reacted like the opposite end of a magnet—no one wanted to get too close. Once he was within range, he held out both arms, and poured every ounce of his energy into sending a solid wall of green flame in the direction of the generators. He held it for as long as he could, and with one final push, the wall of fire ceased. But it had done exactly what he intended. There was a small explosion in the generator, but it set off a chain reaction throughout the entire base. Ryan did an about-face and ran toward the hills.
As he neared them, Ryan saw Violet cresting the hill. Good, she made it.
“Violet, get down!” he yelled as soon as he was within ear-shot.
The entire group ducked with their hands over their heads, just as a ground-shaking explosion erupted through the valley. The percussion vibrated his chest and rang in his ears.
“Are you okay?” He said as they stood up. What little was left of the base smoldered behind them.
“Yes. You made it,” Violet said with a smile.
“And now that it’s all over, I can finally do this.” Ryan reached his hand to the side of her face, and pulled her lips onto his.
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The Hunter crawled out from under a pile of debris, retrieved and dusted off his hat, and placed it gently on his head. Every human inside the base had died instantly with the explosion.
It was a good thing he wasn’t human.
He could see the pack of maimed mutants at the top of the hill on the outskirts of the valley. Now that his employers were dead, the pyros were no longer his concern.
Except those two, with the green and indigo flames, they were responsible for this mess. And they were his next targets. No more capturing and hauling them back like a dog playing fetch. This time, he would be hunting for keeps.
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This concludes the Writober series. I’ll definitely continue Violet’s story, so stay tuned…
Need to catch up on the story? You can read earlier Writober posts, or you can read Violet Blair’s entire story.
Writober Part 12
Ryan finished explaining to Violet how to navigate the tunnels, and the two of them prepared the group to leave.
“What you’re doing,” Violet said, holding back tears she didn’t want Ryan to see, “it’s more than likely a one-way mission. I…”
“I’ll do my best to make sure it isn’t.”
Violet nodded as he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She desperately wanted to tell him how glad she was to have known him, even if it was for just a short time. But she couldn’t find the words. So she just stayed there in his arms until he pulled away.
He mouthed the word “Goodbye” as he walked back to the stairwell.
Violet took and deep breath and turned to the group. “Tunnel’s this way. Follow me.”
The tunnel was dark and damp, and their progress was slow, due to how many were injured and barely conscious. The stronger ones helped the others as they made their way through the twisting underpass.
We have to be getting close, she thought just before she saw it: the ladder that would bring them to the surface. Violet went up first, opened the grate, and checked their surroundings.
All clear. She helped the others up the ladder and closed the grate behind them.
They were on the outskirts of the base. In the distance, she could see the lights from the power plant and the surrounding buildings. Behind her was the hill she and Ryan had descended on their way in.
Looking in the direction of the base, Violet saw sporadic flashes of green light. Ryan was putting up quite a fight. That was her cue. When all the guards were distracted with Ryan, they would have a straight shot to escape.
“Please be careful,” she whispered. Then to the group she shouted, “Okay everyone, run as fast as you can to that hill, and don’t quit until you reach the top.”
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For the month of October, I’ve joined a writing challenge called Writober. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we write something and send it to the entire group.For Writober, I’ll be continuing the series I’ve started about a tough pyro named, Violet Blair.
Need to catch up on the story? You can read earlier Writober posts, or you can read Violet Blair’s entire story.
Writober Part 11
“They’re using fire from pyros to generate power; they’re being drained.” Violet said, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared unblinking at the unconscious girl. “We have to get them out of here.”
“Blast the doors with your fire!” Ryan yelled as he started running to the other end of the hall.
She tried, but the doors held.
“It’s not working.”
“Try the windows.”
Glass breaking at the other end of the hall let Violet know that the windows would work. So she held out her arms, closed her eyes, and sent all the fire she could muster through her hands.
The explosion of glass made her jump, but she quickly recovered, climbed through the broken window, and lifted the girl to her feet. Her eyes cracked open. She was alive! Violet helped her through the window and hurried to the other cells. One by one, blast by blast, they freed the tormented pyros from their prisons. Those responsive enough to know what was going on joined in and started freeing others.
Violet couldn’t believe that no one had heard all the commotion they were making. But they were quite a ways underground, and there were probably no security cameras. Don’t want anyone to know what goes on in the lower levels…
Soon, fire blasts of every shade and color lit up he dismal corridor as more and more pyros came to. Within an hour, the entire network of tunnels had been freed.
“Now how to we get everyone out of here?” Violet said as she met up with Ryan. “There’s no way we can sneak this many people out the way we came in.”
“You’re right. What do we do?”
“You’re the map. Is there some sort of back exit we can take?”
“This whole compound is connected through these underground tunnels. We can take those, but we still need to find a way to make sure these people can never do this again.”
“Any ideas?”
“Actually, yes.”
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For the month of October, I’ve joined a writing challenge called Writober. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we write something and send it to the entire group.For Writober, I’ll be continuing the series I’ve started about a tough pyro named, Violet Blair.
Need to catch up on the story? You can read earlier Writober posts, or you can read Violet Blair’s entire story.
Writober Part 10
Violet stared, jaw dropped and eyes wide. On the computer screen were dozens of faces she recognized from her school and neighborhood. They were all operatives sent undercover to watch her.
“You know these people?” Ryan asked.
“Yes, you?”
“Yes. I’ve seen each person at some point. They are everywhere. Their reach seems to be without end.”
“But what do they want?”
Ryan’s fingers flew across the keys. “Look at this. It’s a breakdown of their energy usage. This whole compound is completely self sufficient.”
“Through what? Solar power?”
“No. Fire.”
“I don’t understand. Are they burning wood?”
“We need to go.”
“Where?”
“Down below. Where… where I was held.”
Ryan grabbed her hand and they ran from the room, down the hall, and into a stairwell.
“Do you have this whole placed mapped in your brain?” Violet said.
“Once I determined that I needed to come back one day, I hacked my way into the official blueprints and memorized the layout.”
“We’re not taking the elevators?”
“No, they can stop them. But to save time…”
With the stairs spiraling around the outer edges of the room, it left the entire middle clear. Ryan hopped the rail and sailed through the air, landing gently on his feet at the bottom level. Violet followed right behind him, exhilarated by the free-fall.
The stairwell exit led them to a series of dark hallways lined on either side with double-paned glass windows. Each looked into a small concrete cell, but what was inside sent chills through Violet’s body. Each room held a person, chained by their hands and feet. But their eyes… They were distant and unfeeling, as if there was no one left inside.
As they walked, one cell held a girl about Violet’s age. Orange fire ignited at her hands and quickly spread, covering her body. One she was fully engulfed in flames, she began to scream, louder and louder. The fire started to rise to the ceiling, as if it were being sucked through a vent. When Violet thought she could take no more of the poor girl’s wailing, the screaming stopped with a chilling echo, the fire vanished, and the girl slumped to the floor.
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For the month of October, I’ve joined a writing challenge called Writober. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we write something and send it to the entire group.For Writober, I’ll be continuing the series I’ve started about a tough pyro named, Violet Blair.
Need to catch up on the story? You can read earlier Writober posts, or you can read Violet Blair’s entire story.