FFfAW — What Do You See?

96afaf32-1954-4b89-a5fd-a58b647a3a85“I see a cute and cuddly teddy bear reaching out for a hug,” Rachel said.

“I see God peeking out from behind the clouds, gracing us all in His glory,” said Anita.

“I see a map of Europe and Africa,” Robert said.

“I see thunder clouds forming and a thunderstorm coming,” Jimmy said.

“Have you no imagination whatsoever, Jimmy?” Rachel asked. “Surely you see something else when you look at those clouds.”

“They’re clouds, Rachel,” Jimmy said. “They are made of drops of water that are too small to see, which have turned into a gas called water vapor. As the water vapor goes higher in the sky, the air gets cooler. And that causes the water droplets to start to stick to things like bits of dust, ice, or sea salt. And that’s how the clouds form. Then the wind moves those clouds across the sky, constantly changing their shapes.”

“You really need to get a life, Jimmy,” Rachel said.

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Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Jodi McKinney.

Finish the Story — The Final Hunt: Part 6

26e88502-e1b7-42a7-9f49-fdb22b2c2e09Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, has started yet another blog-hop like story, The Final Hunt. I’m sixth in line.

Here is the story so far:

Teresa’s Part:

Anne and Gladys waved as the men left for their hunt. When they were out of sight, they both laughed knowing full well that none would have the heart to really shoot anything. They liked a boy’s day out as much as they liked a girl’s day in.

“So,” Fred said as they passed the gate into his family’s hunting grounds. “What do you think the girls are up to today?”

Alec laughed. “Talking about us, what else?”

Sam nodded. “Yep.”

As they walked through the fields into the tree line, the dogs’ ears’ picked up. Boy whimpered and cowered close to Fred’s legs. Toby’s fur stood on edge as he stared into the woods and growled.

“Easy there,” Alec said, trying to calm him.

Sam kneeled and unzipped his gun as quietly as possible. Suddenly, both dogs were on alert as a …

Morpethroad wrote:

small, bespectacled man stepped through the bushes. The dogs were going berserk by now straining at their leashes. It was clear the dogs sensed a danger the men did not see.

The man walking towards them was squinting as he approached as he had the sun in his eyes.

“Good afternoon,” he said as he drew near, “your dogs won’t bite will they? I do have a fear of them.”

Sam stood with his gun in his hands unsure of what he was seeing and hearing. The place they were in was a piece of rugged bushland, no one lived there because it was the family’s hunting grounds and it was considered unsafe to even camp on the land for any reason at all.

Fred was trying his best to hold onto his dog, and Alec held firm on Toby’s collar. Once the small man came within a few feet of the hunting party, they could see…

Pensitivity101 continues:

he was holding something in a plastic bag.

Fred lost his grip and Boy lunged at the man who dropped the bag on the ground and threw his arms up to protect his face.

Fred was afraid they would have to shoot the dog but Boy wasn’t interested in the man at all, just the bag, which he snatched up and obediently brought back to his master.

The little man was shaking with fear as Sam reached out his hand to help him up.

“You realise you’re trespassing don’t you?” he said.

The man straightened his glasses and collected himself.

“I’m sorry about that, but we’d received a repor….”

“We? Who is we? And what are you doing here? You could have been shot!”

Fred had taken the bag out of Boy’s mouth and stared at the contents in disbelief.

“Guys? I think you need to look at this.”

Sadje’s contribution:

Sam and Alec stepped forward to take a look at what was in the bag. Fred’s hand, clutching the bag, was trembling. The bag contained a severed hand, the digits were shaped like a claw. But it was like no human hand they had ever seen. It was like it belonged to someone very big and skinny.

“Whe…, Ahm….Where did you find this?” Alec uttered the question through vocal cords which were refusing to cooperate. Sam and Fred were looking askance at the stranger. The whole situation had taken on a nightmarish quality.

The man, again made an attempt to introduce himself. “I am Bennett, from The Agency of Alien Detection, TAAD. We received the alien activity signals from this area and a party has been investigating the situation. This is part of the remains we were able to recover. Do you have any information regarding this?”

The three men stared at him with gapping mouth and glazed looks. Who in their right mind would believe this man. But the evidence was in their hands.

Sam took the bag from Fred and was going to examine it closely when…

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…when the bag’s contents started moving. The claw-like severed hand was scratching at the plastic bag. Sam dropped it like a hot potato! The boys started to freak out and started to whimper. The spectacled man even stepped back. “Oh my,” Bennett stuttered, “I thought it was, uh, uh, dead!”

Sam kept his gun at the ready. There was no way this “thing” was going to hurt the boys. Bennett fumbled nervously in his pocket to retrieve what looked like a cell phone, but was actually a communicator to the rest of the landing crew. His face seemed to change shape a bit and he started to adjust his hair. Sam looked at the little man with more than just curiosity. Who was this guy, really?

And now it’s my turn:

“Do not touch that bag!” Bennett, who was no longer a small, bespectacled, unimposing man, shouted. He had suddenly grown taller. His skin took on a shiny, reddish tone and his hands took on the same claw-like shape of the severed hand in the bag. The three men stepped back and even the two dogs stopped barking and cowered.

“What are you?” Alec asked. “you definitely are not human.”

“No,” Bennett admitted, “I am not. My companion and I were sent here from our home planet to explore your planet. Our mission was peaceful. Our intent was merely to collect air and mineral samples. We intended no harm. But then we encountered a hostile group of creatures who jumped my companion. I’m ashamed to say that I ran for cover, while these creatures devoured my companion. All that was left of him was the hand that I put in the bag. But he is apparently beginning the regeneration process.”

“Creatures? What kind of creatures?” Sam asked.

“Similar to those,” Bennett said, pointing to the two dogs, “but larger and much more viscous.”

“Wolves,” Fred said.

Sam raised his rifle and aimed it at the alien. “Sam, what are you doing?” Alec shouted.

Suddenly…


That’s it for me. I choose Lisa at All About Life to take it wherever she wants it to go.

The rules are:

1. Copy the story as you receive it.
2. Add to the story in some fashion.
3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
4. Please use FTS as a tag so Teresa can find it or link back to part 1.
5. Have Fun!

Of Butterflies and Dominoes

80b12a64-25f0-4ea4-85f8-636ce3e84fa1Sadje, over at Keep It Alive, was nominated for her third Mystery Blogger Award. She was kind enough to nominate my blog, along with ten others, for the award. So thank you, Sadje. I am honored and humbled.

Those of you who follow my blog know that I really appreciate being nominated for blog awards, but I don’t follow all the rules. That said, I’m very happy to answer the questions posed by the blogger who nominated me. So here goes.

If life offered a redo, what part of it will you want to change?

I subscribe to the butterfly effect and the domino theory, where one very small action can potentially have far-reaching and possibly unanticipated consequences. Therefore, I’d probably decline the redo offer for fear that the consequences of that redo would totally alter the course of my life. And, overall, I’m happy with my life as it is.

Can you remember what was the one thing you hated about school?

I never actually hated anything about school. There were courses I wasn’t particularly good at (math), but I honestly never hated school.

Growing up, what was your dream profession/job?

f61e6ee9-9b21-4fdf-8aeb-1c5a6359483bI wanted to be a DJ (disk jockey). I was always told I had a DJ-like voice. While in college, I even auditioned for and got a job hosting a midnight to six a.m. AM top-40 radio station. I enjoyed the job, but I had a hard time staying awake for classes after spinning records all night long. So I finally had to quit. Oh well, another dream shattered. (And no, that’s not me in the picture above.)

If you met your English teacher today, what would be her opinion about your blog?

I had a lot of English teachers in school. Some loved my writing. Others not so much. I imagine their reactions to my blog would be similar.

Would you rather be the frog prince/ princess or the ugly duckling?

Once a frog, always a frog. But an ugly duckling can evolve into a swan. So I’ll go with ugly duckling.

JusJoJan — One For All and All For One

eca3a3c7-15d9-42f5-9f7a-eb45466e98baLinda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January prompt for today was suggested by Ritu at But I Smile Anyway. Her word is “self.”

Jason always tried to be self-sufficient. He liked to be by himself, work by himself, eat by himself, and sleep by himself.

People who knew Jason thought he was kind of selfish. He seemed to care only about himself. He kept to himself. He often talked to himself.

One day a casual acquaintance, Molly, came up to Jason and told him that she’d like to get to know him better. She thought it would be nice to spend some time with him. She suggested that they grab a cup of coffee together, or have lunch or dinner together, or see a movie together.

Jason declined all of Molly’s offers. She asked him why. “Why are you always by yourself, Jason?” Molly asked. “Don’t you want to share your life with anyone else? Aren’t you tired of being alone?”

“I am not alone,” Jason said. “I have very good friends to keep me company.”

“But I never see you with anyone else. You’re always by yourself. You’re always alone.”

“That’s not true,” Jason said. “I have my two best friends. They’re always with me.”

Molly was confused and concerned. “Jason, are you talking about invisible friends?” she asked.

“Oh no, Molly,” he said. “My friends and I are like the Three Musketeers. One for all and all for one.”

“I’d love for you to introduce me to them,” Molly said.

“Sure, no problem,” Jason responded. “We’re all here right now — me, myself, and I.”

Twittering Tales — I Don’t Do Green

d7c6db18-7ce3-4fe0-9382-f91440e03d82I don’t like peas.

I hate spinach, asparagus, broccoli, and green beans.

Same with Brussels sprouts and green peppers.

Kale, zucchini, and artichokes are not for me.

I don’t eat green veggies.

So why would you put a glass of bubbly green gook in front of me and expect me to drink it?

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Anasegota at Pixabay.com.