Canadian Counterstrike
As blasts thundered so loud to be of *gods* warring, rather than men, Sergeant Myk Torrel resealed the brass bonnet over the right rudder valve. He kicked up…
Five Completely Unrelated Words Meet...
I have reached the milestone of writing 100 entries. Some were series, some were poetry, but mostly, I couldn't have done it without the inspiration of challenges. I am proposing one of my favorite challenges of the past. Take these five words and use them in a ficly. volley bonnet unexpectedly three sticky You may change tenses if you need to, volley to volleyed, or sticky to stickier.. to make it work, but bonus points if you don't. Any genre is fine. I can't wait to see what you make of this!
Challengers
11 entriesMemories of A First Date: Marshmellows, Victory and Injury
kkssh. The scene was so sweet it sent shooting pains through my sensitive gums. Jessie’s mother stopped the volley of marshmallows, and Jessie caught the…
On gluttony
She climbed up to a laden bough And plucked another peach Her sticky fingers grabbed them all As much as she could reach Then as she stretched for just one…
Volleyball!!!
I tied my lucky bonnet around my head. It was white, feathery with a little blue ribbon. It was time to Volley. I picked the ball up from the sand, and…
Pitchez le capot!
Rather like the Spanish Inquisition, the volley of three sticky bonnets happened unexpectedly.
Captured
The volley came unexpectedly, as the convoy exited the jump point on the edge of the system. The relief force was a transit behind, at least four days out. No…
A silver lining, oh yes I should think so...
Any successful execution by firing squad results in just one thing: a healthy corpse. In this regard at least, today’s effort was a stunning success. Those…
Sticky Footprints
The bullets came in volleys. The steam-propelled slugs tore through the crumbled brick walls of the manse in Birmingham. Most families had fled the advancing…
Game time
Aw man... I thought, grimacing as I looked at the sticky mess on the bottom of my sneaker. It must be an omen of some sort... I trailed off. I had no idea…
Death in the Valley
The Red Coats broke from the tree line into a clearing of knee deep snow. Their tall red bonnets made them look like flowers against the stark whiteness in the…