Monthly Archives: July 2012

Water

Wow, I just realized it was Friday. Having the day off from work must have thrown my system out of whack. So, better late than never (though still on Friday), here is my offering for the Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Madison Woods.

As always comments, criticism, and half drunken rants are encouraged.

Water

It was in the water.

Tainted water was our downfall. How funny is that?

We never even saw it coming. We’d always assumed they’d come in peace; either that or in a war of epic proportions. Not the case.

We didn’t even know they existed until we started dying off. The virus doesn’t discriminate. Young, old, rich, poor; doesn’t matter. We fell like dominos, not in the hellfire of battle, but with a fizzling whimper.

When we realized what they’d done, it was already too late. We’d already drunk the Koolaid.

Only a handful of us remain- fewer every day.

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Halfway There

The good news: I’m halfway through the second draft of Sins of a Father. The second draft is coming along nicely and much faster than I’d anticipated, which I’m thankful for. I’m thoroughly enjoying this writing kick I’ve been on lately. Here’s to hoping it lasts.

The bad news: I’m tired, so no more writing for tonight. It would all be rambling gibberish that would need changed during editing anyway, so it’d be a bit pointless to keep going. I’ll get back at it tomorrow evening and try to knock out a few more chapters of draft number two.

Time to visit the land of nod. Have a good evening y’all, and an even better Sunday.


Poached

Friday is upon us again, and that can only mean one thing: a fresh batch of stories from writers all around the world. As always, my drabble was inspired by the photo prompt from Madison Woods and I thank her for offering it it.

I struggled a bit with this story. The idea was there, but the words weren’t. I just sat down and start writing random garbage before the words eventually came to me. I hope they were the correct ones.

Comments, criticism, and half drunken rants, as always, are acceptable. And what better week for a half drunken rant?

Poached

The sign said Do Not Enter!

Janet assumed it served as a subtle defense against those who would poach the succulent grapes from the vine. They looked so delicious, so tempting. They whispered her name and she heeded their call.

Half a dozen steps beyond the low fence, the vines began shifting and slithered across the ground toward her. Dumbfounded, she watched as they snaked around her ankles. They tugged her to the ground and dragged her deep into the grove.

Nearly a full day later, her throat raw from screaming for help that never came, she prayed for death.

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Destination Weirdsville: Go ahead- spin the Wheel of Mystery (patent pending)

Welcome to Destination Weirdsville. I’m your host, Pedro McDoogal. Why don’t we see what’s on the agenda for today, folks?

Anyone care to spin the Wheel of Mystery (patent pending) for me? Anyone at all? I’m waiting for a volunteer here. Nobody wants to spin the wheel? You people don’t make very good game show contestants, ya know? Making the host spin the wheel himself is bush league- very bush league. I’m a bit disappointed by your apparent lack of interest. If I were giving prizes away, I would be offended. Consider yourselves lucky that prizes aren’t in the budget.

Okay, here we go. Spinning the wheel.

And there it goes.

Spinning.

Still spinning.

Still, still spinning.

I think I used too much grease on the bearings. This bad boy doesn’t seem to be stopping. How about I just grab it to stop it so we can get this show on the road?

Okay, here we go. The wheel has stopped on… no I don’t like that one. We’ll move the wheel to the left just a bit. Ah, that’s better. Today’s topic is Ringing Rocks Park in Bucks County, Pennsylvania.

After this brief commercial break we’ll be discussing it at length. Feel free to hit the head or grab a sammich in my absence.

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And welcome back to the show, friends. I’m Ryan Farfignoogin and I love pickles and long walks aboard haunted ships. As I mentioned before the break, we’ll be discussing Ringing Rocks Park today.

The park lies deep in the woods of Bucks County Pennsylvania, near the New Jersey border. The 128 acre park is home to a field of mysterious boulders.

You’re probably thinking “Wow! A field of boulders! I’m so excited I can barely contain myself!” right about now. Of course you’re being sarcastic and I really don’t appreciate that. I’m trying to drop a knowledge bomb and you’ve got to act like a high school kid. How very mature of you.

Anyway, these aren’t just any ordinary boulders. These are special, magic boulders with healing powers. Okay, I’m lying. I made that part up.

The truth of the matter is that these boulders, when struck with a hammer, sound like bells- hollow, metal bells. But they’re neither hollow nor metal. They’re rocks. More accurately, they’ve been determined to be made of a volcanic substance called diabase, which in no way accounts for the weird ringing.

Not only are the rocks themselves peculiar, the location of the field is also classified as origin unknown. The field is on the side of a hill, rather than at the bottom, where it would be if it were caused by avalanche or glacial activity.

What we’re left with is rocks that ring like bells, but shouldn’t, in an illogical location. Weird enough for you?

I think this says it all!

That’s all the time we have for today. Special thanks to today’s sponsor, Isodovilaklavocarikumalin.

I’m Ollie Hinterburg and your guess is as good as mind.


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