Sorry for the delay this week. Today’s my last day at a much maligned day job, and I’ve been running mad to get my trainee from crawling to walking (she’s on her own for anything faster).
Our week 12 cast of writers, in order of appearance:
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Amy Wood | @jujitsuelf
- The Imaginator | @Theimaginator20
- Catherine Connelly | @FallIntoFiction
- A J Walker | @zevonesque
- Karl A Russell | @Karl_A_Russell
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Kristen Falso-Capaldi | @KristenAFC
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
It’s never good to be on the wrong side of the mob mentality. Poor Tess, the lone voice, trying to stand up for herself.
Vampires can’t even have a night of peaceful clubbing. “Bloody Van Helsing Squads” is right.
Again with the ending zinger! Chuck E. Cheese? That is a battle nightmare.
This WIP snippet gives a perfect sense of man-butts-heads-with-woman character. In just 292 words, I get solid impressions of both Stephen and Bethany and how they intend to deal with being outnumbered by a herd of centaurs (and all those manly egos). Force or diplomacy? Add in a hint of flirtation to come and a laugh out loud image of horse-sized t-shirts, and this is my winner.
Get your head back in the game.
The centaurs led them out of the stockade and Stephen scanned the grounds of the settlement for any break in ranks. Unfortunately, they had him outnumbered twenty-to-one and none of them looked like they slacked in their duties. Bethany glanced at him and sighed.
“Don’t try it, Major. They’re fast, big, and well-trained. Just come with me and take a bath.”
He knew what she meant, but the idea of taking a bath with her made him grin.
“Not like that. Stop being the typical male. Could you try to rise above my expectations?”
“Which expectations are those? That I’m rugged and tough? Or that I rescue you from this nightmare?”
Bethany snorted. “Those are your expectations, not mine. This challenge won’t be won with force. You’re going to have to use intellect and negotiation this time.”
“How can you be so sure? You’ve never met anyone like me.” Certainly not with experiences of the weird he’d gathered. Centaurs counted as the oddest beings he’d run across, but not the first.
“Special forces, military, and alpha-sure-of-himself. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, several times.” She waved to the horse soldiers all around them. “And now they come in horse-sized.” Bethany shot him a knowing look. “Just take a bath and relax a little. We’re going to have to talk our way out of this and use logic, not violence.” A half smile curled her lips. “Men pride themselves on being far more logical than women, right? Show me your stuff, big guy.”
Logically, we’d be better off if we’d left when I first met you. He opened his mouth to make a wise-crack about “his stuff”, but she held up a hand.
Congratulations to winner Siobhan, and honorable mentions Catherine, Karl, and M.T. Go forth and share their glory! Read all of the stories here. Comments are welcome. Thank you all again for participating and I’ll hope to see you back again next week to Race The Date!