Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Self Sufficient

The words for Three Word Wednesday this week were: cradle, perfect and snare. Hope you like my offering.

Jacob cackled with glee at the bounty the perfect snare he’d set the night before held. Picking it up, he settled the rabbit in the cradle of his arms and headed home for supper.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Impatient Torture

Finally doing another Three Word Wednesday prompt. Hope y'all like this one.

“Wipe that sulk off your face,” Terrance teased Bruce, who was starring hypnotically at the man before them, pouting because of the wait. “You’ll get to kill him soon enough.”

“This waiting around shit is for the birds,” Bruce answered back. “This is supposed to be torture?” he added, watching the drip drip of water hit their prisoners face.

“Supposed to drive them crazy or something, and make them want to talk to stop it,” Terrance replied.

“I don’t know about him, but it’s driving me crazy.”

“You didn’t have far to go,” Terrance quipped, and then ducked the blow Bruce aimed at his head.

The two were locked in a combat embrace when the door burst open. “What the hell’s going on here?” their commander demanded.

“Sorry, Sir,” Bruce saluted.

“Won’t happen again,” Terrance added.

“See that it doesn’t,” the commander said, then ordered, “Kill him,” pointing at the prisoner. “We no longer need the information he possess.”

Bruce smiled, saluted again, and headed for the door.

“Bout time.” Terrance heard him mumble, before he slipped his revolver out of its holster and shot the man twice in the head.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

The End

This is the last story I needed to do for the Your Photo Story prompt site to catch up.

Mark heard the rumble and looked up; not knowing it was already too late. He could only watch in horror as piles of boulders slammed down upon him. He tried to issue a warning to those below, but his scream was silenced by one well-placed rock landing on his head. In his last moments, Mark laid helpless, eyes focused on the house below, his wife and son silhouetted in living room window, tears streaming down their faces.


This is my contribution to the Your Photo Story prompt for June 16. I am catching my stories up today.

Tyler stopped to catch his breath, resting against a slab of rock. Standing upright again, he slammed his fist against the granite surface after noticing the map. The same map he had stumbled upon earlier and followed to find his way out of the woods.

“Damnit!” he shouted. “I’ve been going in circles!”

He studied the map once more, trying to figure out where he went wrong. “I don’t understand it, I followed the map exactly,” he mumbled, unfolding the piece of paper he had copied the map onto.

Disgusted, he crumpled the paper and shoved it in his pack. “I’ll find my own way out of these God forsaken woods,” he stated, setting out.

What he failed to notice was a small piece of rock lying on the ground at the base of the granite map that stated: Due to recent erosion and storms, the trail map is no longer correct. A new map will be provided soon.