Month: March 2019

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Response – Reenas Exploration Challenge 80 3-29-2019

     Reena’s Exploration Challenge 

Without much ado, I present this week’s challenge, as posting has already been delayed a little.

PROMPT #80

Exploration Challenge #80

It ain’t easy.  That much is for sure.  Been a long time since I killed anything but back in the day….. yeah…. back in the day…..” It came for me when I was 15.  Thought I was tough then, I did.  Big swagger as I walked down the street.   Tough words.  Angry words.  Ugly words.  Funny how when you’re young you think those things make you tough.  Don’t take me wrong.  I was a scraper. I’d been in any number of street fights.  All my life.  Thought that made me tough, too. How little I knew.

It came on a Monday.  I was home.  Had to be.  My little sister was there.  Didn’t like to leave her alone at night.  Not if I could help it.  We had day-old hot dogs for dinner.  A dented can of baked beans.  Marshmallow fluff.

Lived in a series of rooms. Used to be offices when the building was a warehouse. One central room with a hot plate, couple broke-back chairs. A table. A radio. Another room with two mattresses on the floor. A bathroom that worked. Barely. But enough for water to clean and cook. I’d installed locks on the doors. Kept us safe so far. Then again, I wasn’t asleep yet.

Been years now. Too many. Never did find my little sister. I looked for her sometimes. All the times. That face in the crowd. A voice across a street. A dream of before I’d become a monster. But now… now I am old. Haven’t killed in years.

Weren’t killing that’d made me a monster. No. Abandoning her did. Ran when the Government people finally tracked us down. Gonna take us into the system. Foster homes. Schools. The ‘right’ life. Couldn’t take that. And so I ran.

She screamed. Begged. Tears. Never did forget that. Never did forget the sound of tears. Sound rang in my ears the rest of my days. Still there now. But it’s gonna be gone soon.

Soon. Another breath. Two. Another tear. I’ll no longer be a monster.

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Reenas Exploration Challenge 80 3-29-2019

     Reena’s Exploration Challenge 

Without much ado, I present this week’s challenge, as posting has already been delayed a little.

PROMPT #80

Exploration Challenge #80

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

There is no restriction on the length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments.

I eagerly await your responses.

LAST WEEK’S ROUND UP

Susi Bocks at

In Living Color

Jade Li at

Reena’s Exploration Challenge — Animator

Michael at

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #79 – Stain

Sadje at

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #79

Eugenia at

Chromatic Values

Len at

https://wordpress.com/block-editor/post/lensdiary.blog/852

Michael at

दिल में होली जल रही है

Helene Vaillant at

Color

Teresa at

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Friday Fictioneers 3-29-2019

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Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly…..and an interesting parlor it was, thick with the smells of machines and dyes, the loud clacking of a thousand and one spools running in synchronicity.

“I was sad to hear of your father’s troubles with the law.”

“See the intricate way the threads interweave,” said the son, motioning the man closer.

“Yes….”

Closer.

“Hummmm…”

With one touch, Mr King fell into the machine, spun into a web of a thousand and one spools.