Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #222
Posted: March 1, 2012 Filed under: Copy Challenges 96 CommentsBET YOU CAN’T do this writing prompt. Take the 10 random words below and, in the comments, crush writer’s block by creating a cohesive, creative short story tying all of them together! And remember: after (if) you finish, highlight your words and click the bold button to make them stand out and help you determine if you forgot any words. (If you’ve missed previous writing prompts, we BET YOU CAN’T do those, either.)
- Load
- Protect
- Copy
- Worry
- Hang
- Silent
- Mistake
- Slight
- Break
- Power
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“Take a break, no one can hear you,” she said. She had been slumped against the wall of the elevator since its sudden stop almost an hour ago.
He had stopped yelling ten minutes ago, only able to give out gasping croaks that would never make it past the walls. He gave her a look of panicked worry —  the only kind he had left — and sat down.
“It’s not like it was any mistake you made that got us here. We just need to hang out, and wait for them to fix the power,” she continued, her voice calm and grounded, her serene face barely illuminated by the emergency lighting.
He cupped his face in his hands and said nothing. She was just trying to protect herself, he thought. Even a slight break in hope would create two freaked out people in a box. There wasn’t enough room to handle that kind of load.
He decided to copy her optimism. Or, at the very least, keep silent about his lack of it.
Brilliant, Adam! I love the tension – metaphorical and literal. I really got the sense of claustrophobia in those last few sentences.
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@Adam M: Holy Bleep! You realize I haven’t seen your writing for five months! Welcome back.
Love what you did here. I’ve always wondered if someone could make a whole movie with the characters stuck in an elevator. Continue this.
Yeah, what Mitch said…Â claustrophobia! Good job.
@Adam. Way to convey the panicked emotion in so few words! Good job.
Wonderful job, Adam — I’m right there in that elevator with them!
Agreed, the tension was felt and conveyed how just about anyone would feel trapped in an elevator.
To protect oneself from worry, one must break away from the power of an unspoken mistake. Being silent hangs over your head and heart. Load your mind with the sense of peace and others will copy you and your life will be more than slightly better, you will soar.
@Gail: Welcome to the CCC! Love your tight, entertaining copy. I sense a trained word-slinger with you. 🙂
Everyone welcome Gail to the club. How’d you find us, by the way?
Thanks, Shane. Â My wife sent me the link and suggested I check it out. Â Great fun.
!Gail-Welcome to CCC!
We have a load of fun here as we protect our right to revel in the joy of words. Others may try to copy the feeling, but CCC is an original. Don’t worry, we welcome all who would like to hang out as we fill the silent space with the happy sound of creativity.Â
You’ll never again make the mistake of doubting your talent for words as CCC provides the slight break that you need to draw from the power inside.
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@Cathy: Wonderful.
Welcome to the CCC, Gail! You write the truth and it is awesome. In my own way, I live by your words. The magic phrase for me is, “I’m Sorry.”
Talk about catching more flies with honey… 🙂
See you around!
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Thanks Mitch.
@Gail. This reminds of my favorite quote by Gandhi “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” This was a great first entry. Welcome to the CCC!
Thanks Jeanette.
Great job, and great message, Gail!
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The time was now! She had to load the copy machine with her memoirs, twenty years in the making. She was afraid to make a mistake and lose this, her only copy.
She carefully placed the multi page document in the machine and began to worry. “What if I made a mistake?”
She thought of ways to protect her document, but she knew that this was the only way. Giving the r power button a slight nudge, she was given a silent reply. “Give me a break!”, she screamed. Kicking the machine did no good at all.Â
Wait! There was a slight hum, indicating some sort something going on. Then…Kaboom!!!..the machine exploded, sending a shower of plastic and confetti into the air.Â
The poor girl thought she might hang herself, but simply collapsed into a blubbering mess. A moment later a friend of hers came and said to the hysterical woman, “Here are the memoirs you wanted copied. What on earth happened here?”
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@Lou: Welcome back. Haha. That was a great tease until ending piece. Love those.
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Lou, that was laugh out loud funny! What a visual, too!
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@Lou. :) Those copy machines always fail when you need them. This was very entertaining.
Thanks folks, this was fun.
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That was a fun entry, Lou! Nicely done.
Tragedy, I had a similar incident while saving a book I was writing at 11 years old to my Commodore computer during a thunderstorm when a power surge wiped out the 5 1/4″ floppy disk and my book with it, 80 pages of my work gone. Â (Of course I was a kid and book probably wouldn’t have ended up being published anyway)
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Suddenly, the place became totally silent, as if there were a break in life or temporal duty. The dancers were angry at the loss of power and started to leave. The bodyguard was doing her best to protect what was left of the club “Slightly Loaded,” but the worry showed on her face much too obviously. As shelia moved through the crowd telling them they had to stay, she noticed the bartender Mark talking to one of the patrons, one she hadn’t seen before. As she strode over to Mark, he made the mistake of too quickly shutting down the conversation and turning around to his register. That’s when she heard the cops.
The largest male yelled, “Did anyone get a picture of what was going on before the power went out?” More silence.
Finally, a petite blonde, cute, emerged from the crowd, “I did, but I don’t think it’s much, just a picture of the hanging light fixtures.”
“Let’s make sure to get a copy of that. It might have something that can help us retrieve that item.”
Item, thought Sheila, what item?
Heh. I had to go back and see where this came from. I like how you are setting this up.
You have some interesting hooks – I’m looking forward to the next installment!
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By the way, that is a totally awesome club name!
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Thanks, Mitch. I know it was a long way back to the first installment. I’m trying something new, connectivity! 🙂 I appreciate you taking the time to look back. Thanks for the props. For me, the hooks are somewhat easy It’s the connectivity, the stuff in between.
@Meredith: HELL YEAH! That was real neat. More!
Thanks Shane!
yes, I want more too.
Oh no, Anne! Now I’m going to have to produce…
@Meredith. Ok, I’m pulled in with everyone else. I want to see where this goes.Write on!
I have no idea where this is going just like you all! I see 10 words, I write. Hmmm. I might better come up with a different strategy. Thanks, Jeanette!
Great scene-setting, Meredith. And you used the prompt words so smoothly!
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Thank you, Chris!
Slightly Loaded is a great club name, great scene and and depiction of robbery.
Thank you, Justin. We’ll see what comes of it. 🙂
Lisbeth forwarded a copy of the e-ticket to her private account before deleting the email. It was over. She had failed her father and he was sending her away. Intellectually, she knew he was doing the right thing. Emotionally, the slight made her feel like a kid again, that same big sister who always got into trouble. The rebel without a reason. The attention-seeker.
The drama had been her way of keeping her little sister safe from their father’s nefarious manipulations. Not that Vanessa ever appreciated it, daddy’s girl that she is. Still, Lisbeth had absorbed all the lessons her father had given her. Early on, she had seen through his pretense of grooming her to take over the empire. The stuff he was teaching her was more suited to back alleys than boardrooms.Â
She wasn’t surprised when he had finally revealed his master plan. He didn’t come right out and declare his intention to sacrifice her. He didn’t have to. She had watched with amusement as he tried to cover his participation in the largest swindle in state history. Once she understood what was at stake, the game became a battle between Lisbeth, her father, the investors and the government. The only player she feared was her father. Not because of what he was willing to do to her, but because of what he might do to Vanessa if the need ever arose. She knew that, if she left the country, Vanessa would be the next lamb in line. Frankly, the little air-head wouldn’t last a day in their father’s web of deceit.
Lisbeth turned back to her computer, tapped a few buttons and canceled the reservation. She left a two-dollar tip on the bar, grabbed her cup and walked out into her new destiny.
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15 minutes earlier …
Cornelius Watson was beginning to worry about his daughter. Even with all his power, he could only protect her if she remained silent. The break she had given the investigators wouldn’t hang her. Her mistake with the portfolios was of no consequence, as she didn’t have a record, of course. There was nothing to connect her to him. However, he didn’t get where he was by being careless; it was time to load her on a plane and make her disappear.
He thanked Captain Delaney and clicked off his cell phone. He went to his computer and made the necessary arrangements.
@Mitch: This is the best installment of this yet! Super job in so many ways, man! Do I have to ban you from CCC to make you write a book? 🙂
Heh. thanks, Shane. I am writing one: http://race2hugo.net/blog/2012/01/down-a-rabbit-whole/
Holly and Marian are egging me on, so you’re in good company. No need to cut off my fix, man. 🙂
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Shane, don’t ban him… what would we do? Keep ’em coming Mitch.
Thanks, Anne. I’m thinking about the possibilities… 🙂
Cheers,
Mitch
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@ Mitch. Head cocked to the side, with a smirk on her face, she types a reply to her role model.
I think you are an incredible writer. Your attention to detail and the way you massage plot lines is inspiring. I’ve said it before, but you make me want to be a better writer.Â
Jeanette, that is such a wonderful compliment. I’m not worthy.
Seriously, I just sit at this desk and make up this stuff as I go along.
I do feel that I’m getting better at it but, if anything, you and the rest of the CCC family are my role models.
For sure, you are an awesome writer. I hope we all continue to pull each other up to new heights of literary meliority.
Cheers,
Mitch
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Great intrigue! Nice set up and finish.
Thanks, Meredith. This one goes back a few issues, too, starting with CCC #209.
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Excellent installment, Mitch!
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Sorry I was so swamped and just getting to this now, but I definitely wanted to let you know I’m enjoying this!!!
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All the makings of a soap opera, captured the family drama well.
It was only a slight mistake. We’d never thought to worry that the light load of making a single copy would hang the power up and throw the circuit breaker! Now we’re stuck, hardly silent, in the elevator with little protection – waiting… arhghthhhhhh!
Anne, my imagination is running wild on this one…
I read this three times. I can’t see the clue.
Very intriguing.
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@Anne: Reminds me of my aunt’s old house. She had a curcuit breaker with these odd bumbs you unscrew, not like the one’s today with the on off switches. Antique is an understatement.
@Shane, you must be talking about fuse boxes – the staple of old movies everywhere! 🙂
@Anne. One of my worst fears is being stuck in an elevator. You have my heart racing over here.
Wonderful, Anne! It’s almost like a “15 minutes earlier…” part to Adam M.’s post at the top!Â
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This is a continuation from my previous entries from long ago. If you haven’t read them, here they are.
I walked back into the theater after being away for so long. Schoolwork and two jobs will leave you with no fun time at times. As I entered the lobby filled with the smells of buttery popcorn and the noise of various conversations, I noticed the owners made a few changes. The theater looked nicer, not too much but not too little to not notice. They corrected their biggest mistake of not having enough concession lines by adding more registers. The interior is almost an exact copy of the ideal one I had in my mind. Weird. I made a slight break to the bathroom first; I never want to be that person who’s whispering “excuse me” and “pardon me” all the way down the aisle during the movie, twice. Luckily a line hadn’t formed yet so I was in and out quickly.
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I wandered over to the concessions to gaze at three dollar hot dogs and super sized drinks. The line ahead of me was moving rather slowly and I began to worry I’d miss the opportunity to get my coveted seat. I like to sit in the middle of the theater for the best viewing experience; I don’t have to crane my neck upwards or downwards to view the action. While deep in thought, like always, stressing over something so simple as a perfect theater seat, some young kids shouted out loud. The crowd went silent for a moment as they stared at the young boys and their commotion. Apparently they were doing great on some video game nearby in the theater’s arcade. And I use the word “arcade” lightly; five games is hardly anything to really get excited about, but for the kids, it’s exciting I suppose. That kid must have felt like he had some magical special power as he cocked his toy gun downwards to load more ammunition to take out those zombies. How charming.
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Out of nowhere a familiar voice was heard. “Haven’t seen you around these parts in awhile stranger,” he said. I turned around to see the familiar face to match the familiar voice. He smiled at me as I swear his eyes lit up. “This has become my little spot to hang and I haven’t seen ya. You’ve been missing in action.” He chuckled.
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I told him work life and school life can get hectic. He nodded his head.
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Finally I ordered my concessions that cost more than an actual meal elsewhere and he offered to pay. I began to decline his generous offer but he waved it away as he handed the money over. My treat, he said. Wow, I have had dates where guys were reluctant to pay, let alone just offer to pay. Maybe I just have been seeing the wrong guys.
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After giving away half my ticket to a worker, I started towards my film. I asked my friend what movie he was here to see, and somehow it was the same as me. Again. Coincidence? I wonder. Or maybe we just have similar tastes in movies. Great, I now have the movie taste of an old man.
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“Be sure to protect your food and drink while walking in here. You don’t want to get this far only to drop your meal,” he forewarned. Or more like foreshadowed as my clumsy feet stumbled just then and I dropped my hot dog. Luckily my ninja skills kicked in and I got it before it hit the ground.Â
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“Way to jinx me,” I joked.
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He smiled as we sat down to embark on another movie adventure.
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@DR. “Ninja skills”. I like that! This transported me into right into that theatre with overpriced treats and all. I could almost smell my butter-stained fingertips ;) Good job!
Thanks! “Ninja skills” is kind of my thing to say sometimes. lol It just sounds awesome.
Dee, it was fun to start from the beginning and come back here to catch up.
This is a delightful tale that, I’m sure, holds a few surprises for us down the road.
Those little arcades are so pathetic, huh? 🙂
Great story!
Cheers,
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Thanks! I do have a little something-something in my head. We shall see how our ten words go!
And I agree. Most “arcades” aren’t nothing to get excited about. At least the ones near me aren’t.
@Dee: Great stuff! Great to see you back here too. Hope you have time to stick around.
That was a lot of fun, Dee. I knew she’d get her perfect seat!
Taking a slight left turn onto a gravel road, his car bumped over the uneven path. His eyes searched for a space near the back of the building. His worry of someone recognizing his ancient van made him park under a tree with low branches. Pulling up his emergency break, he threw his head back into the headrest and rubbed his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was have someone unload on him. But that’s what he came for…answers.
If she were here, she would warn him of his mistake. “In life we are powerless,†she would say. He took long strides, staring at the ground. His shoes were scuffed and dirty. His jeans ripped at the bottom from dragging on the floor all day.
The neon sign blinked as if sending a Morse code to passerby’s on the street. It was an outline of a hand big enough to fill the entire window. He grabbed for the door and let himself in. The room was smoky and smelled of sandalwood.  A sign was displayed near the front desk that read “Please protect yourself, apply a small dab on your wrist and have a seat.â€Â He opened the box that contained a bunch of oils and did as instructed. Â
The room was still and silent. Hanging from hooks in the ceiling were metal sculptures of stars in all shapes and sizes. If she were here, she would take a picture to copy that look for the house, he thought. Â
A beautiful, Indian woman stood in the doorway and ushered for him to come in. The room was small and dark with only a round table covered in bright white candles. Taking a seat, he stared at the woman who smiled at him sweetly. Â
“I’m here to find out where she is.â€
“I know. But I must warn you…you’re not going to like what I tell you.â€
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Man oh man! This is what I’m talking about. Stephen King used to pull us in like this. I’m dying to know more…
As always, Jeanette, I enjoy your ordinary people in extraordinary settings.
Cheers,
Mitch
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I love this. I want more!
@Jeanette: Oh yeah! I like this story. Your style combined with a interpersonal mystery. Fantastic mix.
Fabulous! I love the descriptions and the little details that help completely immerse us in this!
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Great job, Jeannette!
Another 10×10* for this first prompt in March:
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“The Desperate King”
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“Load of crap,” Dudley says after reading the latest e-mail.
To protect my wealth, I need your help, it says.
Please don’t copy, forward, or delete my pleading personal message.
I’m filled with worry — I’m an desperate exiled Nigerian king.
The government will surely hang me if they find out.
If you can merely remain silent, I will send millions!
Send your account numbers! Make no mistake — money will come!
Dudley hits ‘Delete’ after only a very slight, momentary pause.
Meanwhile in Nigeria, the king waits for a break in
his bad luck: Does no-one want his money and power?
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*10×10 = Ten sentences of ten words each, using the prompt words in order and in number position within each sentence (the first prompt word as the first word in the first sentence, and the second prompt word the second word in the second sentence, and so forth).
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I loved the ending!
Thank you, Dee! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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Ha-ha! Execellent! I’d love to know how you came up with this!
@Jeanette – careful, though – there’s a possibility that money and power comes with some bad luck… LOL
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Mitch
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Thanks Mitch! And… >shrug< … I got no clue where the ideas come from. ;^)
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@Chris: I’m tellin’ ya! PUt these into a book when you have enough. Advanced Writing Prompts, baby!
LOL! Alright, maybe I will.. And if I price it as low as like $0.29 per download, then if you buy one, and my wife buys one, then I might get two sales…
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Here is my entry for this one:
Release
Looking to break the power
each mistake a silent worry
slight hang another stress
you load another copy
as you protect the original
this information finally
must be leaked
the people
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Read aloud you can listen to hit here:
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Multimedia wizardry. I love the sound of your voice as you read these poems, Justin.
Cheers,
Mitch
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Thanks, Sound Cloud really makes it easy to record and upload poems. Â I just have a deep voice naturally and my USB Mic is a really good one.
@Justin: Awesome. You know, you could voice audio books for a living, man! Well done.
Thank you, as you know my 1st audio poetry volume I recorded 102 poems, and am already about 22 into my 2nd audio poetry volume now. Â I do have a audio poetry podcast on iTunes too from my blog.
Great piece, Justin. I love how the shortening of the lines until the final two-word lines really builds up the emotional impact!
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That guy. What a dick. Total power trip out there. On silent feet, with my swimmer’s triangle of a torso held in her hot gaze, I took my load of empty glasses to the kitchen. The tray, silver plate of course, groaned like that plump woman I met last night…what was her name? I abandoned the effort of trying to recall her name, or anything more about her for that matter. Wasn’t worth it.Â
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The glasses, rentals from the bland look of them, were rimmed with ghost kisses of the almost elderly. Red and beige and apricot prints pressed into the glass, not seductively. I could not bring myself to imagine the puckers from lush Brazilians or wispy Swedes. No. But I could picture them belonging to their grandmothers. I shivered.Â
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Just before my 10 minute break, the new guy, who was supposed to copy my every move, showed that he intended to take this mandate literally. He appeared at my side, shadowed me as I lifted my chin to the manager to indicate I was going for a smoke.Â
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“Dude.” I turned to the new guy, whose nose touched mine. “First, back the hell off. Second, if you think you’re joining me? Now? Â No.” I hoped that was strong enough. It was. His footsteps did not follow me to the butler’s entry. I didn’t want him, or anyone, even the chick, on the balcony hanging around for the one enjoyable thing I had to look forward to. Hell, the one enjoyable thing I had all day. I protected the ten minute break like it was sacred, a high holy ritual, to me, its god. Oh, the power.Â
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A slight smile curled up my lips, which I knew she had noticed. No mistake; been doing this long enough to know the glint in an eye and the lick of the top lip for the … signal it was. I worried a cigarette out of the pouch in my pocket, heard the snap of flesh on lighter, the click of flame, the hiss of sweet, disgusting nicotine burning. I closed my eyes. These ten minutes were mine. I planned to use each and every one of them to relish the thoughts: of how I’d get her alone, without him, how I’d get her home. I knew it all. It was too easy.Â
Bravo, Jen. Another thrilling installment! I enjoyed the comic relief of the “new guy”. Can’t wait for the next chapter!
Cheers,
Mitch
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@Jen: This genre is your sweet spot for sure! Run with this! Fantastic stuff!
Beautiful. I love the rhythm of the wording, the great descriptions, the unique voice from the waiter’s PoV, and just… everything!
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â€I’m telling ya, it’s all a mistake!†I plead, tugging at the bindings that hold my hands powerless behind my back. The noose chafes around my neck but that discomfort is nothing compared to the intense pounding of my heart threatening to break free and run as far away from this scenario as possible.
If I could do it all again, I would copy my brother’s life and join the priesthood. God knows I tried hard to be good but the devils in my head were always against me. I don’t know why I done the things I did and I’m awful sorry but sorry is wasted breath when you’re under the hangman’s noose. God will judge me. Perhaps the devils will be released and I can rest in His care and protection.
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The horse I am set upon prances and paws at the ground in a state of worry. I fear he will bolt at any slight movement, leaving me to hang to death from this cursed tree prematurely. Many a man has hung from its branches in the past, swinging listlessly in the noonday sun with the crows pecking at their empty eye sockets. I savour every second left of this precious life. The leaves whisper mysterious languages in the pleasant breeze. A crow calls in annoyance. The heat of the sun feels blessed on my upturned face. The horse snorts and brings me back to grave reality.
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“Be silent, boy!†says Judge Brown. He examines his gun to ensure it is loaded in preparation that I might somehow free myself and escape. Tobacco juice drips from his lip to his chest and he spat on the ground in front of me. This man would delight in shooting me in the back but the law states that a condemned man must die from hanging and today that is to be my fate. He stands silent for a moment and then proceeds, “By the power vested in me by her majesty the Queen, in order to protect this fair state from the criminal element, I sentence this man to death by hanging. May his soul rest in hell.â€
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I hear the crack of a switch hit the horse’s flank and she bolts, tossing me from her midsection. The rope catches and the noose tightens around my world, freeing me.
@Lisa: So, so, SO great!
Whoa — how awesome! Great details, fabulous voice, wonderful immediacy, and exquisite tension raised as you so smoothly pull the reader in.
“Hey Billy. I’s startin’ to worry ‘bout your secretarial skills. I asked you to reload the copier and you loaded it back onto a dilivery truck instead of just getting’ some paper. I asked you to protect your password so nobody can steal it and you brung in a pitbull. I asked you to hang my photo, and you brung in a noose. See, you’s silent right now ‘cause you know you’s made mistakes and don’t have da slightest intend of findin’ your internal powers and breakin’ free of all these errors. I should fire—â€
“Bobby, here’s dat new porn site I was tellin’ you ‘bout.â€
“Ohhhh, man! These here gals is curvacious and big-boned just hows I likes um. Billy, you’s da best secretary ever.â€
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She fantastised about watching him hang. The shift of power would feel incredible. All those years of worry with nobody to protect her had taken their toll.
Listening to the waves break below from her third floor balcony, she felt it was time to get this load off her mind for good.
She closed the sliding door, took her cellphone from her bag and dialed his number. He answered, but she couldn’t do a thing but remain silent.
She quickly hung up realizing what a mistake it had been. Her slight frame crumpled onto the bed on top of the copy of the newspaper story from that fateful day eleven years ago.Â
SORE LOSER…
A slight mistake will break my concentration. A big one will hang me. I try not to worry about the little ones, but when I’m playing against this guy every tiny advantage is critical. All I can do to protect myself against future ridicule is pray. Silently, or he’ll accuse me of trickery (and be half-right). I think about copying his moves. After all, he’s copying someone else’s! But the subtle shifts that give him power are lost on me at this point. We were evenly matched, once, but now he’s on another plane unless I get really lucky.
Yep. My nephew’s only 13 and he can wallop me at golf.
It’s a load of garbage that grownups can handle defeat better than kids. I wanna WIN!
@Kelly: So glad you’re back Kelly. This was super cool.