100 Word Challenge – Week 56.2: Divide and Conquer

They stood at the edge of the battlefield, each itching to dive into the fray. Certainly, there was no shortage of targets, but being clear is essential to success, so they had to choose very carefully.

“What about that group over there?”  Wes asked.

Hobbie scowled “Doubt it, they look too involved with themselves. You’d never get close.”

“Says the man who’s been on the same ale for an hour. Come on, man. It’s simple, I’ll take the five on the left, you chat up the others.”

“Wes, how many women do you think you can impress at once with your ‘Adumari pole dancing’ routine?”


Entry #2 for this Week’s 100 Word Challenge. And a time to revisit a few of my favorite characters in fiction. Even being minor one in their own universe most of the time, I will always have a soft spot for these Rogues.

I hope you all enjoy!


100 Word Challenge – Week 56.1: Writer’s Block

The frustrated growl echoed through the room as he scribbled over his words before tossing the note into rubbish with the rest. Again, the words thrashing about his cortex would not trickle down into his fingers.

He knew what he wanted to say, knew how it sounded as it rolled off the tongue, since being clear was essential, if not mandatory. It was as if he could pull down every moon and star as fodder, yet he’d forgotten how to spell.

Stepping out into the night, he howled his thoughts into the empty sky, hoping the heavens would be his quill.

Only silence answered him.


Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. And oh, what a week already. And since I’ve done this once already this week, why not share experience?

I hope you all enjoy!

Free Write Friday – Decimation and Rebirth

The heated sand of the beachhead nipped at his toes as he dismounted his truck. He didn’t mind much, since the ocean was always cold. One of the benefits of being so far south and away from the warmer tides, along with the possibility of a great white appearing to munch on his board.

Still, the froth of the water was most inviting, making him wish he had brought both surfing platform and wetsuit. But that would have to wait for another time. Today, there was a plan. So simple, it had no hitch, but it carried a great weight to it.

At first, it had begun as a fling , a reunion between friends and nothing more, for long had it been since they had spoken. It was the only reason he had ventured homeward at all, since there was little else to look forward to in such a trite little community.  But like the land that marked his birthplace, there had been much more potential to this. To her. Only the smallest of sparks was needed to kindle the inferno, beginning with feverish kisses and primal expressions in the darkness of a theater. Some might have thought this a warning or a sign of things to come, but not him. He had found paradise, purpose, and possibility in life. And he promised to explore every inch of it.

What followed was nothing short of chaos. Sure, every relationship had its hustle and bustle, highs and lows, agonies and ecstasies, but this was … was there a word for it? Pandemonium, perhaps? Bedlam, because brightest days carried darkest nights? Mayhem, mainly for the discord and outright demonization of everything he had thought he stood for?

But through it all, he had never lost hope. Battered, yes. Beaten, many times. But never broken. He had not placed his world on a spoon for her to be slapped away like that.

He shook his head grimly to himself. Whatever diode still carrying those thoughts needed to be shut down, extracted and placed in the pail he now buried halfway in the coarse grounds around him for stability. Once that was secure, he went back for the rest.

Opening the cab if his chariot, he cursed as his cargo spilled out at his feet. Even fate had one last stab waiting for him, as what stared back up into the sky now was a picture. Their picture. The one taken the day he summoned all courage and knightly pride on the planet, and dropped to a knee to present her with a stone that would last only half as long as his love for her would.

The mere thought of it now brought a rancid taste to his throat. It reminded him that there was a time where his purpose was clear. He wasn’t just hers back then, he was all hers. Every smile she had worn, he had helped build, even in the smallest degree. Every rant of her hardships through life, the universe and everything he had lent his ears and mind to.

But looking back at it now, he knew that was a lie. A lie he had forced onto himself and others. A falsehood, wrapped in dishonesty and topped with anger. Her elocution had left no question when she parted her final goodbyes. After that, the purpose had been lost, replaced by the faceless who had kept him company on single sporadic nights, the whiskey he had tried to drown himself in to purge that very smile from his mind, and the work that had become his new slavemaster.


And then came the day he knew would come, the day that brought him to the waterfront on this mission. The day her salacious ways captured another man, much as they had held him so willingly. Now that smile he had so carefully crafted mocked him,  spat on whatever dreams he had built for them, and crushed the picture in his grasp. But that was his wish after all. He had said it many times, wishing and praying for her happiness, no matter what shape it took. Then was that a lie as well, to illicit such a reaction now? She was happy after all, so his pleas had been heard. That left just one last step.

The feeling of the crumpling memory in his palm kicked him back into the moment. There was much left to do, and standing here moping would accomplish none of it. He was here on a mission; to be rid of these last few reminders. To finally purge the days of these hollow memories that coagulated around his heart and tried to shoke him from within. To burn them all away and rise anew from the ashes.

When he noticed the beauty parked next to him, he had to smile. A relic of another generation, complete with white-walled tires, the smell of carbureted exhaust and all the good things in life that weakened the ozone. And he let himself wonder, just for a moment, if he would be here now if he had lived back in the days of 8-Track and Detroit muscle. Without the modern conveniences of life, he would have never discovered this final breaking point, he would have simply drifted onward in ignorance, however forced. So which was the worst offense?

But he didn’t. He was here now, and there was work to do.

The fire from his bucket created a second star as Sol faded under the waves. An inferno fueled by broken promises that now tasted like lies and sins shaped like sweet memories. Each of them incinerated while the lullaby of the waves kept him company. When all it had finally been destroyed and the container was cooled by the water, he tossed the ashes into the froth to be washed away forever.  Though the fire did not reveal what he had hoped, nor did the water clean his wings for new flight. Only the purr of eight cylinders and the deathly silent night followed him home. Which was fine by him. It was his road now, however solitary it was.


My entry for this week’s Free Write Friday. And I really don’t know which one I hate, loathe and despise more; what I wrote, or the fact that I am given cause to write anything like it at all. Oh well, maybe dumping all that into a post like this will knock it out of me. We shall see.

I hope you all enjoy! Now to head somewhere where I can burn some of this energy out of me, the gym!



Five Sentence Fiction: Blush

I remember that smile, how it was always framed so perfectly on your cheeks.

How fitting it would be then, here among the fresh snow of a Christmas morn’, that the rose in your cheeks was preserved among the cold as your final wish to a world that had abandoned you.

The passersby had neglected you, never stopping lend that comfort or joy so bred in the season, nor had the silver bells from the church carried you to somewhere warm or safe.

So what was it then that made you smile until the last, that kept your heart in peace?

I may never understand it, but I still want to look for it.


This week’s challenge for Five Sentence Fiction; “blush”. And for some reason, the first thing I thought of was the story of the Little Match Girl. Hmmm…

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 55.3: Contract

The world was growing dark as it spun around her. Moaning weakly, she tried to move her arms or legs one more time.

Nothing. No feeling. No motion. Caught in the mangled frame of the car, the limbs were as wrecked as the cage. Her teddy bear, now stained in crimson, stared back at her, as if to say everything would be okay.

I don’t…I don’t want to die…!

“And you don’t have to!” the voice called from above her. Collared in a rainbow and topped with unruly curls, the foreign feline smiled down at her “If your wish is to live, I can grant it. Just make a contract with me!”


And entry #3 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge (impressive for this week, by my normal pace). And actually, I wrote this one first, before realizing the real idea behind the prompt. And also based on the picture, this one is likely the furthest from the idea.

Still, I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 55.2: Nuzzles For All

“Something’s out there, and its close”, Lohnes whispered.

“I hear it.” Tal answered, before the rustling leaves gave way to a leaping mass of color and fuzziness. The animal hopped across her arm and settled atop her shoulder, scanning the area from its new perch.

“Daniel, look! It’s so cute!”

He turned, coming face to face with framed feline fascination embroidered in a rainbow wreath and twin tails twitching along her cheek. All of which told Lohnes that he had just picked up a new crewmember. “You’re lucky you like to nuzzle.”

“So are you.” Tal replied with a sly grin.

“How did you know that?” came the cat’s meow, much to the stunned silence of the humans.


Entry #2 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. And judging on how… unusual this picture prompt was in the beginning, maybe the felines have more than meets the eye.

I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 55.1: Bad Day?

So, I heard you had a rough day.

Fighting the boss.

Chasing the kids.

Putting a silly wig and glasses on your overseer and master.


Look at the bright side…

At least you’re not the dog.


Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. And honestly, the hardest one to write. I guess I haven’t quite figured out this Hallmark thing yet.

Still, I hope you all enjoy!