Ridiculous, reckless and irresponsible

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2nd Creative challenge writing prompt

The second writing prompt I did from Creative Copy Challenge.

The required words were:

  1. Conceal
  2. Memories
  3. Arabian
  4. Four-beat
  5. Wood
  6. House
  7. Town
  8. Original
  9. Place
  10. Herald

‘Hark the Herald Angels Sing’ echoed down the aisle and out into the dimly lit, almost deserted, street. Jenna had just returned from the Arabian Peninsula was jetlagged and feeling a tad hung over. The melody reverberated in her head as if it was a track from that  four-beat band her brother used to listen to in the early 90s.

Although this was the place where the original Angus and Jenna  McRae had called home, the present day Jenna McRae had left town 6 years ago and never looked back. She stopped in front of the house where she and her siblings had grown up and enjoyed a fairly happy childhood until that fateful day.

The sturdy brick house had endured the bombing raids of WWII. There had been so many happy childhood memories made within those walls, but now the peeling paint on the wood window sills told a sad story of neglect. How could she have known opening the door that wintry day would change her life forever. The house was no longer home, and now only reminded her of the real reason for her multitude of business trips to Saudi Arabia. For now she had to conceal the truth but she was determined that soon, very soon, that would change..

Through gritted teeth she huskily said, “Danny, I promise I will see that justice is done, or I’ll die trying!” Jenna spun around and marched briskly back to the Chesham tube station. It was going to be a long night.

She dreaded visiting the cemetery after all these years but it might be her last chance for some sort of closure and to say goodbye. Things could easily go pear-shaped on her next assignment. Jenna knew if their intel was bad they would not make it back. She also knew she would not get to the cemetery until after midnight but it was now or never.

To be continued

Another Creative Copy writing prompt

  1. Root canal
  2. Drill
  3. Smoke
  4. Swelling
  5. Needle
  6. Edit
  7. Copy
  8. Numb
  9. Rain
  10. Spain

Frustrated with the poor internet reception in her hotel room Jacelyn tried once again to EDIT the information she was trying to insert into the Travel Insurance claim form. If she could just finish this last page she would print a hard COPY and then hit send.

“‘The RAIN in SPAIN is mainly on the plains.’ Yeah Right!” She muttered.

The unusually heavy rain had not let up for over 2 days which was an insult to injury quite literally.

The emergency ROOT CANAL Jacelyn had been forced to have endure while on vacation had proved to be an absolute disaster. First the NEEDLE meant to NUMB the pain had literally struck a nerve. She could have sworn she smelt SMOKE as soon as the Dentist had turned on the DRILL. The SWELLING should have subsided yesterday but her jaw felt even more swollen and painful than it did the day before. Now with the threat of flooding not only was the Dentist office closed but so too was the only pharmacy in the quaint, out of the way village she had chosen to spend her two week vacation.

My second blog post that didn’t post ;)

This was my second blog post but apparently I didn’t save it correctly 🙂

So I will re-post

Conceal – Memories – Arabian – Four-beat – Wood – House – Town –  Original – Place – Herald

‘Hark the Herald Angels Sing’ echoed down the aisle and out into the dimly lit, almost deserted, street. Jenna had just returned from the Arabian Peninsula was jetlagged and feeling a tad hung over. The melody reverberated in her head as if it was a track from that  four-beat band her brother used to listen to in the early 90s.

Although this was the place where the original Angus and Jenna  McRae had called home, the present day Jenna McRae had left town 6 years ago and never looked back. She stopped in front of the house where she and her siblings had grown up and enjoyed a fairly happy childhood until that fateful day.

The sturdy brick house had endured the bombing raids of WWII. There had been so many happy childhood memories made within those walls, but now the peeling paint on the wood window sills told a sad story of neglect. How could she have known opening the door that wintry day would change her life forever. The house was no longer home, and now only reminded her of the real reason for her multitude of business trips to Saudi Arabia. For now she had to conceal the truth but she was determined that soon, very soon, that would change.

Through gritted teeth she huskily said, “Danny, I promise I will see that justice is done, or I’ll die trying!” Jenna spun around and marched briskly back to the Chesham tube station. It was going to be a long night.

She dreaded visiting the cemetery after all these years but it might be her last chance for some sort of closure and to say goodbye. Things could easily go pear-shaped on her next assignment. Jenna knew if their intel was bad they would not make it back. She also knew she would not get to the cemetery until after midnight but it was now or never.

Day 2 Camp NaNoWriMo 2 prompts combined

I missed two prompts the first one was fast and easy but the second one took longer but was a continuation from this one so I will post them together

Intrinsic – Enormity – Thwarting – Magnify – Testify – Print – Crystal – Quartz – Communications – Sign

The intrinsic value of all life had never been questioned but the enormity of what they were about to do should have been. Thwarting the Overthrow was one thing but was this really a way to magnify the ‘calling’ they believed they had been given? One day they would have to testify to what they had done, to what had happened to need them to act in such a brash and cavalier manner. The dust obscured the print beneath the crystal dial. The quartz in the cave walls interfered with communications but there was no sign of the storm outside stopping so they had no other choice but to proceed.

The above was headed in one direction but then …

Vortex – Whirlpool – Cap – Clock – Drop – Gulf – Gezer – Strip – Volts – Axle

The vortex that had damaged their ship reminded him of the whirlpools back on his home planet. After being marooned on a planet of blistering sand and unbearable heat he longed to be back home on a planet known as an aquatic paradise  He paused to remove the cap from the canteen and took a sip. They would have to clock in the time and location of the samples to make sure the results were accurate. He was careful not to drop the lid as he replaced it making sure it was securely sealed.

As he drilled down for the next sample the earth began to shake. Suddenly they were  tossed about as the ground seemed to be split in two.

A huge gulf appeared as a gezer of hot liquid belched upwards dampening the stalactites above. It had a foul stench and everyone scrambled to their feet and backed as far away from the newly formed ravine as they could.

He tore a strip off his sleeve and placed in over his mouth and nose. Those with him began to do the same. One of the younger cadets stepped towards the ravine wanting to record what had happened. He was walking back towards the others when a glob of liquid dripped off one of the stalactites onto his hand. He quickly shook it off and brush the back of his hand on his pant leg.

Suddenly he fell to the ground convulsing as if thousands of volts were coursing through his body.

The medic assigned to the research party told everyone to stay back. He quickly retrieved a bio hazard containment unit from the double axle cart used to haul their equipment. Before he could suit up a greenish vapour rose from where the unknown liquid had been on his hand and the  leg of his pants. The convulsions instantly ceased

The medic started towards the unconscious man but stumbled backwards as the cadet leapt to his feet

The cadet stretched and twisted as if to release tightly knotted muscles. He shifted his shoulders, moved his head from side to side and then looked towards the others.

Something wasn’t right. His features went from distorted and pained to blank. As the medic took a step towards him the cadet’s countenance changed. In an unearthly and sinister voice he hissed, “So this is how it finally feels to be released.”

 

 

Day 1 Camp NaNoWriMo 3rd prompt

 

  • Gated
  • Compute
  • Boot
  • Disc
  • Portable
  • Flexible
  • Insulation
  • trigger
  • Soda
  • Jealous

Living in the exclusive GATED community had done nothing to deter them from breaking in.

The PORTABLE external hard drive was gone. Some genius had poured an entire can of SODA over the open laptop. It was no surprise that it would no longer BOOT up. They had ransacked the entire townhouse. The extend of the damage was probably due to their frustration over failing to achieve their objective.

The saving grace was they did not find the DISC they were looking for. They probably were not FLEXIBLE enough to climb up and reach the panel covering the insulation in the far corner of the miniscule laundry room/closet.

What did not COMPUTE was what TRIGGERED them to make such a daring daytime attempt to steal the information in the first place. It had definitely not been a ‘black bag’ job. The fact they had not bothered to hide the fact they had been there nor bothered to make it look like a robbery was disconcerting. It was cold comfort to know they had underestimated her.

Some people who were JEALOUS of her recent promotion. LIttle did they know how steep a price she had paid to earn her promotion. Now this. At least they had not found her ‘to go bag’. She knew the drill. It wasn’t the first time she would have to relocate, change her name, and lay low but she was determined it would be the last time. This time she would bring the war to them. This time she would be the one to invade their homes and disrupt their lives.

 

Welcome

Welcome to my blog.

I am just planning to use this to share Writing Prompts and ideas with my writer friends and family. Here is a creative writing challenge prompt that I decided to do. Enjoy

The words required to be included were

  1. Hydraulic
  2. Leek
  3. Weather
  4. Simply
  5. Solutions
  6. Polyunsaturated
  7. Value
  8. Posthumous
  9. Cling

“It’s just not feasible.” his pleasant voice rumbled.

“I value you opinion on these things but you are just being argumentative!” her voice tinkled with humor.

“I am serious, if someone cut the hydraulic lines you would know it before you reached the end of the driveway. The only way to make it work would be to have mice, due to inclement weather, hiding in the old detached garage. They nibble on the lines just enough to weaken them.”

“ Darling, are you actually trying to help me find solutions to my dilemma or not? I’d really rather the solution not be a posthumous one. Could you pass me the butter? It may not be a polyunsaturated fat but I can’t imagine making the soup without it.”

“ Are you trying to butter me up?” He questions her wiggling his eyebrows as he hands her the newly purchased pound of butter. “If you are it won’t work, no matter how much I love your leek and potato soup on a wild and stormy night like tonight.” He looks past her at the swirling storm clouds visible through the enormous bay window of their fully modernized kitchen. 

“That was a simply dreadful pun my dear.” She chuckles and playfully kisses his cheek before returning her attention to the butter as she just adds it to the sizzling pan on the stove.

“You are a stubborn wench, my love, go ahead and cling to your original idea whether or not it’s impossible”. He stops chopping up the leek and waves the knife in the air to emphasis his point. “Can’t you kill them off a different way?”

“I could but that would be cheating. The original script included a huge fiery crash.” She nervously touched her necklace, a family heirloom containing a coin that was dated from antiquity, and sighed, “I wish we lived in a simpler time and place.”

Immediately a streak of lightning illuminated the night sky and the ancient cathedral on the hill visible out the window.

A horrific boom a split second later threatened to shatter the windows as the lights went out plummeting them into total darkness.

There was a howl from behind her and she spun around startled.

“Jonathan? Jonathan, are you alright?”

She edged towards where he had been before the lights went out. Her foot kicked something. She bent over to feel what it was. It was the handle of a knife on the floor. As she reached passed it, she felt something warm and sticky on the floor. Thinking it must be the latte Jonathan had purchased on his way home from picking up the groceries she licked her trembling fingers and was repulsed. It was not coffee she tasted but blood.
To be continued