Getting the Goods – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24

So, talk about last minute, eh?  This challenge is issued on Wednesdays and here I am on a Tuesday, finally submitting something.

Crispina’s rules and regs are wide open.  Click here if you care to join, or to see the link-ups to other stories.  I went way out there with this one.  Without divulging a thing, let’s see if you can see who my characters are…

Getting the Goods

“Left! Mumble! Left! — Left! Right! Left!  Forwaaaard, march!”

“Bloody hell, Marty, where are we going?” whispered Pete.

Before he could respond, Sargeant yelled, “Quiet, Private! No talking in the ranks!”

Out of the corner of his mouth, Marty said, “Can’t you see?”

“I can see, alright.”  Then louder,  “What I don’t understand is why we can’t just go under, Sarg.  We can get in, grab the goods, get out.”

“Do you not remember the last time, Private? We were ambushed by toxic powder.  This time we go up on the side and then go in and follow those ridges.  They will give us a great grip on our way to the opening.  Once on the other side, we will gather the goods and get out.”

“We don’t even know if there will be any goods!”

“I sent a scout. There is a huge bowl of jellybeans on the table!”

 

149 words

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #103 – Vulnerable

When I saw this one, I knew exactly where I wanted to go. Brené Brown‘s “Daring Greatly” speaks to me as I have always been afraid of allowing myself to be vulnerable.  Go figure.

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thank you, Sammi, for holding this weekly challenge.

Word Prompt

Vulnerable

Challenge

Allowing yourself to be vulnerable

is not weakness

It is when you are most courageous

Because you show your true self

 

 

Korikancha – What Pegman Saw

Don’t think I’ve ever participated in a Pegman so late but there you go.  In my efforts to help this challenge stay alive, late is good, right?

Thanks to Josh and Karen for trying to keep this great challenge alive.

Today Pegman treks down to the Andes for a stroll through Cusco in central Peru. Once the capital of the Inca Empire, Cusco is now known for its archaeological remains and Spanish colonial architecture. Remember to breathe… the elevation is 11,000 feet.

Stroll around until you find a picture that grabs you and write 150 words. When you’re done, click on the froggy below to link your story and comment on others.

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Korikancha

Pachacuti looked on from the beyond in disgust.  It is the end of us.  The great and powerful Inca are no more.  Those savage Spanish heathens – they dare call themselves conquistadors – have destroyed all that we are, that we built.  That I built.  My empire.

He watched as Atahualpa, the last Sapa Inca, was murdered despite the ransom agreed upon.  The fool!  80,000 men at his disposal and yet he was ambushed by one man, Hernando Pizzaro.

My beautiful Temple of the Sun, built with the finest ashlar masonry.  I wanted it to be more, so I had the sides plated with 700 sheets of gold for each of the gods: Inti (Sun), Killa (Moon), Chaska (Stars) and Illapa (Thunder/Lightning/Rainbow); the garden, adorned with silver and gold life-sized statues.

For what? To take all the treasures, destroy it and build an ugly church to pray to their supposed better god.

Some Dare, Some Dare Not – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  Yessiree, today’s hump day is brought to you by Friday Fictioneers!  I know, I know, the name stuck despite many of us writing on Wednesdays.  Think The Piano Guys – there is no mention of the cellist, who, in my opinion, is the bigger piece of the group.  Anyway, I digress!  This week, Rochelle chose this most interesting picture by our Sandra Crook, she, whose stories are always top shelf. If you feel inclined to play along, just click on the blue frog below and add your 100-word story.  Not sure how it works?  Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to’s!

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Some Dare, Some Dare Not

“Why do you like to walk on that beam, Tina? It’s slimy and gross.”

“It’s not that slimy, Josie. Plus when you go all the way to the end, you feel like you’re at the edge of the world, wild and free.”

“But it’s not safe, Tina.  It scares me to watch you go way out there.”

“Don’t worry so much.  You should try it.”

“God, no…”

Fifteen years later, Josie sat on that very beam, remembering, missing their childhood, missing her sister, gone to the edge of the world on adventures while she had remained home, safe and secure.

Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two, Too! – Bucket List

Thank you ? To Willow for challenging me to play.

Roy, over at A Guy Named Bloke, created this super cool challenge!

Rory’s Instructions:
I will choose a topic, write four lines of Rhyming Verse then l will tag one of my readers who will in turn add four lines of Rhyming Verse to my mine and Tag one of their own readers, and then it is a case of wash rinse repeat and let’s see how far our topic goes in so far as a Rhyme?…

The Perfectly Crazy Bucket List!

 

Rory Starts us off:

So, so much to do, and with so little time,
I want to do everything, nothing to be missed,
But how do l plan it all, how do l define,
The perfectly crazy bucket list?

Paula adds:
First up is a lush tropical jungle,
Jaguars and waterfalls… all quite insane;
I do hope my parachute isn’t all bungled,
When I jump from the doorway of this airplane!

Fandango Continues:
I want to take a rocket into space,
Or maybe a submarine ride deep in the sea.
I sure hope they will save me a place,
Because that’s where I really want to be!

Cheryl Contributes:
A trip to the mountains is what l’d choose,
I’ll make sure to wear climbing shoes,
Rocks are high and edges slippery,
Wouldn’t want to fall off the perifery,

Kristian’s Contribution:
I’d like see the world, visit the sands of Abu Dhabi
take a cruise down the Golden Gate Bridge in my Maserati
head to New England and catch a game at old Fenway Park,
then board a ship to Costa Rica where I can swim with a shark.

Nova’s Addition
I’d travel to the desert in Egypt
And photograph the pyramids
Then board the Ciaro railway,
To the Chocolateria in Madrid.

Ritu’s Addition
Swimming with dolphins in the ocean deep
A worldwide cruise, though it won’t be cheap
I want to write a novel, and hope it’s a best seller
To see my book upon a shelf, wouldn’t that be stellar?

Willow’s Addition
I’d love to ride a zipwire high up in the trees
And to do so fearlessly as often as I please.
A Starfighter pilot I’d dearly love to be
I smash the evil aliens and set the good world’s free.

Dale’s Two Cents’

For the longest time I have dreamt of Tuscany
Not merely to visit, but to eat, live, and dine
Vacation in ’16, felt like my destiny
I’m ever so convinced, I will fit in just fine

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I challenge Christine to play along!

A Better Plan – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23

Thought I was gonna forgo Crispina’s weekly challenge.  My head was too stuffed up to think up something half-assed decent.  Feelling better and since Zeke is too tired to go for a walk with me as he already went a-running, I figured I’d let him rest whilst I cooked up something for Crispina’s wonderful cabin photo.  Now I don’t usually do sequels, but I couldn’t resist. To find out the rules and regs (I mean, there are still two days before her next one, so… yanno, if’n ya want to) click here.

A Better Plan

Do think I’m going to trust you after that last crazy stunt you pulled trying to add spice?  Talk about overkill.”

Bill had the grace to look contrite.  “Not one of my finer moments, admittedly.  But Harry’s plan backfired, too, remember?  Helen had the crap scared out of her but it all worked out in the end.  Now they’re both spies!”

“For the love of…. that was a movie, you fool!  Plus Harry really was a spy so he was better equipped.”

” Yeah. Anyway.  Trust me.  Let me blindfold you.”

“No!”

“Gin, I promise.  This one you will love.  Turn around.”

“You better not—”

“Shhhh.  Now, sit quietly while I drive, please?”

Seething yet curious, Gin sat back, arms crossed, lips a thin line.

Bill stopped the car, opened the door for her, helped her out and free’d her eyes.

“Ta-dah!  Our weekend getaway.  Just you and me.”

“Oh, Bill!”

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150 words

Weekend Writing Prompt #102 – Impress

I almost did not participate this week.  However, today seems a good day to give thanks to those who might not realise that their actions, words, their just being them, mean to me.  I feel much love.

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this weekly challenge.  It’s one of my favourites.

Word Prompt

Impress

Challenge

 

There is something more than special about finding and being with people who get you

The ones who take you as you are with all your warts and idiosyncracies

They love you when you laugh and join in on your silliness

They love you when you cry and not only offer their shoulder but cry with you

You don’t have to impress them with anything material

You don’t have to put on airs and pretend to be someone you are not

To you, dear ones, who have given me time, muscles, spirit, space

Know your love for me is impressed deeply in my heart