100-Word Challenge, Day 334


“Send a cleaning crew in to remove the dead.” His voice was devoid of emotion, though he regretted the loss of so many. “I want the chamber repaired and sanctified before nightfall.” He looked around the room, pleased to see his orders being followed. “I will be in my office,” he said. “I need to call Robert.”

Neville noticed the worried looks of his men as he walked past. They all knew what they were on earth for, and if a sensor room was destroyed it meant something big had happened. He brought them here because they were intelligent and dedicated to the cause. They would figure out what was happening on their own if he let them, so he decided to tell them before the rumor mill got out of control and clouded their purpose. Robert had to be told first. Events were progressing faster than expected. Neville hoped that the centuries of preparation had paid off.

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Apocalypse Runner 03-12-12


This is my entry for BeKindRewrite’s InMon Challenge.

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 The cheers of the assembled thugs did nothing for Bernard. He did his job because it was what he was paid to do. His contempt for the other member of the syndicate was well known by the very men who applauded him. He supposed it was some attempt to get in good with him, but he knew the truth. They feared him.

“Congratulations, Bernard,” said Evan Jones, the leader of the syndicate’s southern operations. “Another enemy of the syndicate brought low by your hand, and before the deadline at that.” A round of cheers erupted as a pair of midgets dressed as clowns leapt into the light of the hall. They kicked the head of Caesar Jimenez back and forth between them.

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100-Word Challenge: Chapter Three


CHAPTER THREE

 

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“Did you feel him, Neville?” Robert shouted as he flung open the doors and strode into the boardroom. Twenty faces turned to stare at him, all of them shocked by the loud interruption.

“Robert, please keep it down for a moment. We’ll talk after the meeting is done,” responded Neville with a wave of his hand indicating the well-dressed individuals sitting around the long oval table. His face was calm and impossible to read by any of the people indicated, but the flash in his eyes told Robert exactly how irritated his oldest friend really was. Continue reading “100-Word Challenge: Chapter Three”

100-Word Challenge, Day 307


 

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It has been centuries since I have used a sword, but a few experimental swings of that near perfect blade and the memories and reflexes came flooding back into my mind. “It is wonderful,” I say as I practice a few quick combinations.

“Thank you,” she says, “though I would say wonderful is an understatement if it weren’t so unbecoming.” She watches me for a moment or two longer. “I’m just glad you didn’t cut off your own foot already, but I suppose there will be time for that later. Now let’s see if we can find you some armor.”

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100-Word Challenge, Day 307


 

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It has been centuries since I have used a sword, but a few experimental swings of that near perfect blade and the memories and reflexes came flooding back into my mind. “It is wonderful,” I say as I practice a few quick combinations.

“Thank you,” she says, “though I would say wonderful is an understatement if it weren’t so unbecoming.” She watches me for a moment or two longer. “I’m just glad you didn’t cut off your own foot already, but I suppose there will be time for that later. Now let’s see if we can find you some armor.”

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100-Word Challenge, Day 307


 

English: A photo of the Sword of State of the ...
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It has been centuries since I have used a sword, but a few experimental swings of that near perfect blade and the memories and reflexes came flooding back into my mind. “It is wonderful,” I say as I practice a few quick combinations.

“Thank you,” she says, “though I would say wonderful is an understatement if it weren’t so unbecoming.” She watches me for a moment or two longer. “I’m just glad you didn’t cut off your own foot already, but I suppose there will be time for that later. Now let’s see if we can find you some armor.”

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100-Word Challenge, Day 302


“That is up to you,” Gloriana says. “You can run, and maybe he’ll leave us alone and chase you, or you can stay, fight and risk death.” She waves her hand toward the door, dismissing me. “It does not matter to me. We will fight and some will die and be lost to eternity, but I’ll not suffer the predations of a wizard on my people.”

The messenger grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me toward the door. “Come,” she says, “the Queen has spoken.” We left the Queen’s warm and cozy home for the dark, putrid village of the elves beneath the streets of man.