Thursday, August 21, 2014

Dead Diner

If you're a writer on Twitter, I highly recommend following Story Bandit  for helpful ideas to get started on a short story or get back on track on a current one. 

This is another story inspired by a #writingdare as shown below.

"After the tornado passed, they were still roaming the clocktower plaza," Elyse said, dusting over an old mint-green radio near a hanging empty order wheel.

Linda's expression furrowed as she leaned over the counter with folded arms. "I doubt they'd ever survive a tornado like that."

"Doubtful--if they weren't already dead."

"Now you're just being silly," Linda straightened and checked the time before saying, "I'm clocking out."

"Fine," Elyse shrugged and watched Linda leaving the diner. She turned a radio knob and sighed. "No one wants to know the truth, Victor."

"Patience, my darling," a voice crackled. "Patience."

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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Recruitment

This story is written for Story Bandit on Twitter and uses words featured in the following #writingdare tweet :

The suspect's recalcitrant glare appeared to ripple wildly under the flourescent lights, but Detective Reyes kept a cool measured eye on him from across the table.

"The concierge said you were being hostile toward the hotel guests," Reyes said calmly. "Telling all those horrified folks about how you were gonna blow up the place."

"Yeah, well he's a liar!" the suspect shot back. "I went into that place to take a leak--that's all. There's no law against that."

"What about the necklace and the credit cards?"

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on. We found a lot of the guests' stolen property at your place."

"That's a load of bull."

"All right," Reyes rose to his feet."Have it your way," he left the room and studied the suspect from behind the wall mirror as cigar smoke billowed slowly over his face. "What do you think?"

"He'll do well at The Organization," a rasp voice behind Reyes said.

"Kind of a hothead though," Reyes pointed out."

"He's fearless," the shadowed man countered. "Take him back to the patrol car and bring him to The Forest. We'll begin the initiation process immediately."

Reyes nodded. "You got it, Chief."

199 Words

Monday, August 11, 2014

Masking the Moment

This story is written for VisDare, a weekly prompt challenge hosted by Angela Goff. 

This story--much like my previous story for Visdare--also includes a mask, only it's not so dark this time. Weird, I know.

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"Mommy, why does Daddy wear a mask in the garden?" Becky asked.

"That's just so he doesn't get sick, honey?"

"But you never wear a mask when you're in the garden."

"That's because I'm not allergic."

"Is being allergic a bad thing?"

"Yes, it can be a very bad thing if you're not careful."

Becky shifted her attention toward the stairway, trying to make sense of what she'd seen the night before, then looked at her mother again curiously. "Mommy?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Is Daddy allergic to you?"

"Of course not. Why would you ask me such a thing?"

Becky shrugged. "After I went to get a drink of water last night, I saw him coming out of your bedroom with the mask on. He said he was just playing a game with you."

Becky's mother blushed and raised an index. "That's enough, Becky. Go and wash up for dinner."

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