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The Winning Story

_They’d come a long way, but their goal was finally in sight. Radkin Fallborn stood atop the mountain ridge, his cloak flapping in the wind, and shielded his eyes as he looked toward the setting sun. It was almost too late. Down below a figure on horseback could be seen racing across the plains, its robes flying out behind as it sped towards the approaching night.
 
This week's prompt is in honor of the last week of NaNoWriMo.

The Prompt

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They'd come a long way, but their goal was finally in sight.

The Judge

This week yours truly will be doing the judging.

The Rules

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  1. Story must continue from the prompt. (This means the prompt is the first sentence of the story.)
  2. No more than 500 words (not including the prompt).  No less than 100 words.
  3. Any genre (in fact an unexpected genre will get you more points.)
  4. Entries must be submitted by Tuesday Noon EST
  5. The winner of each week's competition will be invited to judge the following week and post the winner's badge similar to the one on the right.
  6. Have fun!

 
_Thank you again to Siobhan Muir for judging this week's entries!

Honorable Mention

@CaraMichaels for sucking the life out of a succubus!

The Winner

@WakefieldMahon loved twist!  Well done!

Hello Molly

_I didn't really know what to think when I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a pink negligee with a hatchet lying across her lap.
Then I remembered she was going to the party. “Seriously, Molly, that’s what you are going with?”
“Why, what’s wrong with this? I like it don’t you?”
The contrast between her innocent deflated expression and the outfit made my brain ache, although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a stirring somewhere else as well. “You can’t go out in public like that.”
“They said there is a five hundred dollar prize for the best costume. I’m thinking I have a shot with Molly Hatchet in the bedroom.”
“You have a shot alright. The problem is you’ll get a lot more propositions of another kind.”
“I’m a big girl Larry, I can handle myself. She grinned. “You know you could have come to the party if you wanted too.”
“You know I’m busy tonight.”
“Well you’d better not be busy later,” Molly kissed me long and hard.
She put on a trench coat and I dropped her off in front of the fancy mansion, promising to get her in exactly one hour and telling her to call me if she ran into any trouble.
I went to go take care of my errands and came back to get her exactly on time. Molly came skipping out the front door covered in blood with a huge grin on her face.
“Molly, I told you to call me if you ran into trouble.”
“They were no trouble at all.”
“You just love to make a mess don’t you?” I sighed.
“Yup!” she chimed brightly. “So how did dinner with the ambassador go?”
“You know, it was the standard drill, a little poison in the wine, I spent most of the time cleaning up behind me, it’s called finesse.”
“No evidence or no witnesses, it’s all the same to me. How much did we get paid this time?”
“$1.2 million I’ve already verified it.”
“Very nice, it sounds like it’s time to celebrate”
“Sure thing Molly, but you might want to change first.”

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The Prompt

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_I didn't really know what to think when I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a pink negligee with a hatchet lying across her lap.

The Judge

This week's judge is once again Siobhan Muir, the reigning queen of flash fiction!  Find out more about her at her website.

The Rules

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  1. Story must continue from the prompt. (This means the prompt is the first sentence of the story.)
  2. No more than 500 words (not including the prompt)
  3. Any genre (in fact an unexpected genre will get you more points.)
  4. Entries must be submitted by Tuesday Noon EST
  5. The winner of each week's competition will be invited to judge the following week.
  6. Have fun!
 
Thank you again to Tom Keller for judging this week's entries!

Honorable Mention for best use of Judges Prompt

__@SweetSheil brought us a good overcoming internal anger at the death of her son story

Honorable Mention for creativity

@SEAdamsKY gave us a good descriptive story.

The Winner

@SiobhanMuir She took what we expected it and twisted it with the leathery wings giving us an interesting take on the angel of death.

_AMAZING GRACE

_“I heard the Asian preacher playing trumpet outside of the station.”

When Grace looked up at the strange statement, she almost dropped her latte. It wasn't an Asian preacher, but an extraordinarily beautiful male with a long horn pressed to his lips on top of the courthouse across the street. Chiseled features stood out starkly against the crystal blue sky as his chest expanded to blow another anthem of notes. Grace stopped short, gaping as a pair of great white wings extended out behind his back and the music of the horn danced through the autumn air. Grumbled comments of other pedestrians who hadn’t expected her to stop surged around her.

Grace glanced at her fellow foot travelers, wondering if they saw the handsome man with the wings and horn, but no one else stopped. She frowned and looked again, but he’d disappeared.

<i>I must have imagined it.</i>

She shook her head and resumed her journey, going over the chores she had to finish when she got home that day. She hadn’t realized she dropped her head until she ran into someone. Someone tall and hard, who smelled like sandalwood incense until her latte added its own scent when it splashed across his belly.

“Be easy, Grace. I’ve got you.”

She looked up, way up, into the light brown eyes of the man holding her steady and froze. The same chiseled features she’d seen on the rooftop faced her with a compassionate smile curling his sensual lips. The wings visible over his shoulders shone white in the reflected light off the buildings, but no feathers shifted in the mild breeze. The skin was leathery, like a bat’s wing, and a small clawed thumb gripped the edge of the longest wing-finger.

“What are you?”

He cocked his head to one side as his smile broadened. “What do you think I am, Grace?”

“When I first saw you with the wings and the trumpet . . .”

He laughed and the music in his laughter tempted her to join him. “An angel?”

“Yes, but now . . .”

“And now?” he prompted.

She huffed with exasperation. “Now you don’t have a trumpet. Where did you put that thing, anyway? And what’s with the bat’s wings? I expected feathers.”

He laughed again, tucking her arm into his as one leathery wing extended around her shoulders, hugging her to his side.

“Contrary to popular belief, angels come in all shapes and sizes, with all kinds of wings. Mine just happen to look like this.” He pulled her against his chest as the other wing closed around her, encasing her in a sandalwood scented world with his blazing golden eyes staring down at her. “I wanted you to know I’m here for you.”

“Here for me? What are you talking about?”

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then returned her to the world in front of a speeding taxi. Horns blared and people screamed as her world shattered into brightness, her latte spilling across the asphalt like golden blood.

“Be easy, Grace. I’ve got you.”

Reminder

Remember if you don't follow the rules, you will be disqualified. It would be a shame to pass over a great story on a technicality.
 

The Prompt

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_I heard the Asian preacher playing trumpet outside of the station.

The Judge

This week's Judge is Week 3 winner Tom Keller (@dryadsgarden).  Let's show him some love by visiting his sites:
http://www.dryadsgarden.com/
http://facebook.com/tomsbooks

The Rules

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  1. Story must continue from the prompt.
  2. No more than 500 words (not including the prompt)
  3. Any genre (in fact an unexpected genre will get you more points.)
  4. Entries must be submitted by Tuesday Noon EST
  5. The winner of each week's competition will be invited to judge the following week.
  6. Have fun!
 
Another huge thank you to Siobhan Muir for judging this week.  Without further ado the results in the judges own words!

Honorable Mention for political Uh-oh factor

Antonio Angelo (@AntonioAngelo21) I loved the description and setup of the crime scene, the ensuing investigation and the realization that the ATF were the bad guys. Well done! :)

Honorable Mention for Sexy Swoon factor

Cara Michaels (@caramichaels) *Fans self* Where can I find a guy like that? To hell with drinking games, I want Kissing Games. Very fun!

The Winner!

Tom K (@dryadsgarden) I loved his grasp of the fantastic mixed with an accurate description of the real (the sniper). It was well written and exciting. My heart settled into the same state as the characters as he waited for orders.

Sniper

_Somehow he wasn't surprised that it was snowing in Austin on June 19th. It had been a strange day from the start, first the snow, then the kidnapping, and now the hostage situation.
_The sniper paused, the barrel of his rifle resting solidly on the tripod. At least there wasn’t much of it he thought as he stretched out on the rooftop. He flexed his fingers before getting comfortable and placing his hands in position. Peering through the scope he saw the target through the window across the street.
_“Michaels, in position,” he whispered, his voice picked up by the throat mike he wore.
_“Smith, going live now,” he heard, knowing his team member had placed the directional microphone in a position to hear what was going on in the building.
_The man was prophesizing again, waving his arms with the sword in view as he spoke some nonsense about of the evil of man and the end of the world. Michaels had seen him before as he wandered the streets carrying placards with arcane references. They’d all thought him harmless with his constant babbling in some weird language that no one had understood. Hell, some professor had even commented that it was Babylonian or something in the earlier briefing. Now he was just a murderer, having killed two of the five people he’d kidnapped and herded into the office building before barricading himself in it. Who the hell kills with a sword these days? Michaels would have shaken his head would it not ruin his aim and positioning.
_Michaels listened as he waited; hearing the man speak to the remaining survivors as if they were the devil themselves. What the hell is that about? What was he saying? Acedia, vainglory, wrath…? Where had he heard that before? The radio hissed, overriding the man’s ranting. Two more victims had been located that had escaped before the man barricaded himself in.
“Units on the perimeter, stand by…” He heard as the radio traffic continued.
_Then the Chief came on. “Michaels, you have a green light, but I want a clean shot, there are still survivors.”
_“Acknowledged,” he whispered, cradling the rifle as he watched his target and listened. The man came into view and his finger tightened on the trigger as he breathed out to steady himself.
_“I tell you now,” he heard the man say as the sword rose in the air, “it’ll be a cold day in hell before I let the likes of you return to this Ear…” Crack… the bullet broke the window and the man toppled. Michaels exhaled as he watched the units rush in.
Then he remembered what they were. The words, sins, that was it, the Seven Deadly Sins. Suddenly Michael felt the cold reach deeper, the guy had been crazy, hadn’t he? He felt a pain deep in the pit of his stomach. Something didn’t feel right and then it began snowing harder. It was cold, far colder than it should have been.

Well done everyone and thanks for letting me judge, Wakefield!

:) Siobhan

That means Tom K (@dryadsgarden) will be invited to judge next week's challenge!  Thank you to all who participated!
 
Here we are on the cusp of winter, for many of those who choose to enter, we've already had our first snow and I'm reminded of a day so long ago

The Prompt

Somehow he wasn't surprised that it was snowing in Austin on June 19th.

The Judge

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This week's Judge is Siobhan Muir a clever writer and a great lady.  Please visit her site http://siobhanmuir.com/ and show her some appreciation!

The Rules

  1. Story must continue from the prompt.
  2. No more than 500 words (not including the prompt)
  3. Any genre (in fact an unexpected genre will get you more points.)
  4. Entries must be submitted by Tuesday Noon EST
  5. The winner of each week's competition will be invited to judge the following week.
  6. Have fun!
 
The results are in! Drum roll  please?
The winner of week two and next week's judge  is...  @SiobhanMuir!  Congratulations!

Honourable mentions:
Best use of the legend of Bloody Mary:
@SEAdamsKY
Best use of scifi:
lil ol' me


Be sure to join us next week for a prompt from my real life ;)