Spiders and brothers, supernatural and science fiction.  This week the writers brought it all.  A huge thanks to all who participated.  Our judge: Chris Pearson (@ChrisP922) and our authors:

Mark Ethridge ~ @LurchMunster
Robin Abess ~ @Angelique_Rider
Siobhan Muir ~ @SiobhanMuir
Rebekah Postupak ~ @postupak
David A Ludwig ~ @DavidALudwig
Lisa McCourt Hollar ~ @jezri1
Ruth Long ~ @bullishink
Nellie ~ @solimond
Alissa ~ @lissajean7

Runner Up

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@bullishink
Here’s a interesting take on the prompt. Yet another strong ending.

Winner

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This story is the winner because of it’s genuine creepiness. There are many ways to wrap a story around the phrase “I’m going to kill you,” but what Robin does here goes one step further than a couple of people in a life threatening situation, she makes it about the struggle of brotherhood and fate, and the ending was very well done.

Tattletale
By Robin Abess
“I’m going to kill you!”

The words followed Tommy down the hallway, as he scampered out the door with his little brother’s allowance in hand once more. He paused, feeling slightly guilty, when he heard Bobby start to sob, but the guilt quickly was replaced by anger when he heard his younger brother screeching off to find their mother.

“Tattletale,” he muttered darkly, quietly slipping out the front door with his booty.

This scene had repeated itself time and time again. Tommy would offer some bet that his younger brother couldn’t refuse, and when he lost, Bobby would run and tell their mom. Tommy would then have to endure another lecture on being kind to his younger sibling, he would promise to do so, and the next week, the whole thing started over again. Bobby hadn’t had any allowance in weeks, thanks to his older brother’s scheming ways.

Tommy made his way downtown to his favorite store, Ye Olde Junque Shoppe. Mr. Mathers had all kinds of wonderful things to root through. The shopkeeper never minded children coming into his store, even if they didn’t end up buying anything. Tommy was one of his best customers, so he was always especially pleased to see him.

“Hey Tommy,” Mr. Mathers greeted him. “Got something new to show you today.”

The boy eagerly hurried over to where the old man stood, holding a wooden box in his gnarled hands.

“What is it?”

“It’s a ‘Futurerometer’.”

The boy frowned slightly. “What’s it do?”

“Shows your future, from what I understand. Give it a try,” Mr. Mathers offered.

Shrugging, the boy opened the box and took out a contraption made of wires and gears. It had eyepieces on the back, similar to a pair of binoculars. Hesitantly, he held the Futurerometer up to his eyes, and peered through the glass.

Fog rolled in front of his eyes, then everything cleared and he could see his house. By twisting a knob on the side of the machine, he was able to move forward as if he were walking toward the house and then inside. He could see the staircase ahead of him. An old man was tiptoeing down the stairs. Before he could even react, he heard a raspy voice from upstairs.

“I’m going to kill you, Tommy. I mean it this time!”

An older version of Bobby stood at the top of the stairs, and as young Tommy watched, his brother moved to where his older self had stopped his journey. Old Bobby reached out and pushed the other old man as hard as he could, resulting in Old Tommy falling down the stairs. He landed with a hard thump and never moved again.
Blinking and pale, Tommy pulled the Futurerometer away from his eyes, and handed it silently back to Mr. Mathers. Without another word, he rushed home and as soon as he was able, Tommy pushed his brother down the stairs that very night, breaking his neck.

Tattletales never win.

498 words
@Angelique_Rider

Robin Abess
7/5/2012 22:45:12

Wow..thank you so much!

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7/9/2012 03:15:01

Birthday Party Gone Wrong
By Lisa McCourt Hollar

“You’re on fire,” Sheila shrieked, pointing at her sister. Margie also started screaming, or tried to, her mouth working but nothing coming out as their mother nearly slipped on the tile floor trying to reach Gina. She snatched a rag up on her way while everyone around stared in horror, the words, Happy Birthday to You, dying on their lips.

Gina looked around, confused. Why had everyone stopped singing? Out of the corner of her eye she saw something flicker and Sheila’s words registered…her hair was on fire! “Oh my God, oh my God!” Gina batted at her hair with her hands just as her mother reached her. Using the cloth to try and smother the flames, she joined her daughter in trying to swat out the blaze that had sparked in Gina’s long tresses when she bent to blow out her candles.

“Hold still,” Francine commanded.

“I got it,” Jenna, the youngest sister yelled, tossing a cup of water and dousing both Gina and their mother in water. The flames instantly died.

“Are you okay?” Francine looked her daughter over, pulling her into a bear hug when she was done. Her shoulders started shaking and at first everyone thought she was crying. Then a snicker broke through and Gina was horrified to realize her mother was laughing.

“It’s not funny,” Gina wailed.

“Yeah, it kinda is,” Sheila said, pulling up a chair and sitting down before she collapsed on the floor. She tried to force back the smirk playing at her mouth, but she couldn’t stop the loud guffaw that followed.

“I could have died!” Gina couldn’t believe that everyone in the room was joining in, laughing at her singed hair.

“How much hairspray did you use?” John asked, hugging his wife, even though he too was laughing.

“Not that much,” Gina said weakly, “just maybe….oh, half a can or so.”

“I know what I’m getting you for your birthday next year,” Jenna said, relieved to see her sister laughing with them.

“What’s that?”

“A fire extinguisher. A must have for all old geezer birthday parties.”

Word Count: 347
@jezri1

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