Monthly Archives: April 2012

100 Word Song – Waiting on a Friend

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

Another writing challenge! Why not, right?!

Lance/MyBlogCanBeatUpYourBlog runs this 100 Word Song Challenge, a fun and creative way to put your own interpretation on a song. It can be any band, you may or may not know it, so your reaction and thoughts will be tested. Don’t worry you’ll pass it.

Click the link above, watch the video. Here’s what I got out of it.


‘Not much, U?’ The text read.

Huh? I opened the message, and scrolled up to see what/ when I had first texted him. Oh right. Four fucking months ago the timestamp read, right around the holidays. ‘Hey Marc, what’s new? Any plans for NYE?’ He ignored the second question; well it’s irrelevant now. Ok, I’ll humor him.

‘Everything’s good. How’s it going with Linda?’

‘It’s over. She ended it yesterday.’

That explains his resurfacing. Why kick a dog when he’s down though?

‘Sorry buddy. Want to meet for drinks? Let me know. ’

‘Sure… thanks man.’

He didn’t follow up.

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Trifextra XIV / ZomBunnies IX: On the Edge

This weekend, we return to the 33-word prompt, but this time, a 33-word prompt with a twist. Your task, should you choose to accept, is to take a scene that involves (or affects) at least three people. You should then write this scene from the point of view of three of the characters, using 33 words for each character.

We left Emma and Allen in the clutches of the Hare Band, who plan to offer them as a sacrifice to the Zombie Bunnies. Each characters’s location/situation in the scene is italicized, POV is bolded.

Emma, looking down from a makeshift plank on the roof of the pet shop, at the horde of bunnies waiting underneath, trying to think up a plan –

Where’s an Artoo unit when you need one? Hell, I’d settle for a chick in a metal bikini. Great, my last thoughts are a nerdy fanboy’s. What the… a helicopter?! Allen, quick!

Richard Connar, watching the scene from the EM CopterCam video feed and talking to the reporting staff on board–

“We’re going live now, keep the camera on the victims… closer! I want to see and SMELL some fear. Right, interview the cultists afterwards, we can work a weekly series out of this.”

Allen, standing behind Emma, with zombie bunnies underneath, thinking typical guy thoughts –

We should have stayed with the other cult. I could have found out how furless that babe was. That Peep is repeating on me; nice last meal. What, Emma… ok they’re distracted! Move!

 

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Trifecta XXIV / Zombie Bunnies VIII: Off-Balance

This week’s word is ‘confidence’:
3 a: a relation of trust or intimacy <took his friend into his confidence>

b : reliance on another’s discretion <their story was told in strictest confidence>

c : support especially in a legislative body <vote of confidence>

In the interests of a cliffhanger for our two heros, let’s pick up the story from some other characters, and see how THEY are faring…


“I expect that our conversations will not be held in any form of confidence,” PJ Appleby chided Rich Connar, Overlord of Empire Media. They were in Connar’s executive meeting room on the penthouse of Tower Watch, EM’s flagship building. Appleby had just arrived by helicopter, spirited there by Connar’s security team from his own headquarters, and just in time; the bunnies were everywhere. Only he had made it.

“I’m glad we have that understanding,” was the others’ reply. “But it’s not what we know, but what we tell that matters.” His attention was focused on the wall covered in television panels showing simultaneous news reports; from pandemonium on unknown streets, to desolate farmlands, the horde was spreading across the screens. He was examining one video feed, a close up of a bunny’s tackily furred torso. It paid no mind to the camera as it fed on what remained of EM reporter DeeDee Lottagams.

“Such a waste. She was our finest looking reporter,” Connar explained. “DoubleDee could wear a bikini during Armageddon and have you convinced it was a Spring Break kegger.” He turned to Appleby. ”Another team is headed to a new hot spot. We’ll follow up with that. In the meantime, we’re setting up your interview with Don.”

Appleby winced. Donald Carcharias was the anchor of ‘Rake & Shovel’, the nation’s highest rated interview program. Q&A’s with Don reduced more than one world leader to tears, and just last month, a well- known actress had attempted suicide on- air during a frenzied grilling.

Connar noticed Appleby’s expression and gave a cruel smile. “Oh don’t worry. You have information we need to mine and refine for the public good. Now, let’s…” He paused and tapped his earbud headset. After listening for a moment, he pulled a small remote device from his pocket; the screens combined to one large live video. Appleby’s heart dropped as he watched the scenario unfold.

“Now this,” Connar shouted with mad glee, “this, is a story!”

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Trifecta XXIV – Zombie Bunnies VII – Peeple are Peeple

This week’s word is ‘confidence’:
3 a: a relation of trust or intimacy <took his friend into his confidence>

b : reliance on another’s discretion <their story was told in strictest confidence>

c : support especially in a legislative body <vote of confidence>

On the heels of a second place finish (which made my week), and some of the awesomest feedback ever, I too wondered, what happens next? I’ve actually started an outline and will probably create some page that links them chronologically.

For now, let’s continue where we left off…


“What occurred here must remain in the strictest of confidence. We put days of effort into building this new order, and will not have it bastardized by others. Particularly ‘The Hare Band’, as they are known,” he spoke with obvious disgust. A rival faction of crazies, Emma thought. Some things never change.

“Well we’re just passing through, but your secret is safe with us,” she promised. Like anyone would believe it. Echo sighed and shook his head. “Know that we can offer no protection when you encounter them.” As they re- slung their backpacks, they were each offered a yellow marshmallow Peep attached to a simple nylon lanyard from the un-furred young woman. “For luck,” she stated, holding them out proudly. “I made them myself.”

** *

“You’re actually wearing it,” Emma badgered Allen, as they pulled out of the garage.

“I like ‘em stale,” was his reply.

** *

WHEN you encounter them is what he said, Emma reflected, not IF. Should have known. She didn’t share that epiphany with Allen, who was cursing at having missed the now obvious nail strip that blew out the van’s tires.

Several figures emerged from an abandoned pet shop on their right. They were armed with automatic rifles, a juxtaposition to the, yes, Emma realized, rabbit ear headbands.

“We don’t want any trouble, we were leaving town,” she declared.

“Leaving?” One man said nasally, a rubber pink nose twitching on his face. “Then why’re you wearing the talisman of the Bunnymen!?” he shouted accusingly. She turned and saw Allen attempting to eat the evidence, but it was too late.

They were herded out of the van, their backpacks confiscated, to their captors’ burrow. As they walked, Emma tried to think of some escape plan.

“Listen, how about we join…”

“No, you’ve likely eaten of the Hallowed Bunny,” Pink Nose stated, “and therefore are impure. However, you are still useful to us in ensuring our survival. Rather than waste our ammunition against unending hordes, we placate them with… a sacrifice!”

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Zombie Bunnies Vl – Welcome to the Fold

This week’s word is observe – to celebrate or solemnize (as a ceremony or festival) in a customary or accepted way.

We’ll continue the Zombie Bunnies adventure, as Emma and Allen head for the city.


An hour later they arrived at Delta Springs. By that point, the truck was running on fumes, they were shorter on patience and hopes of safety were even lower still as they entered the city. Cruising down an empty, wide boulevard at a steady twenty, a flickering light caught their attention. “Dammit, who’s trying to blind me?” Allen complained. Emma leaned forward and realized it was a mirror reflecting the sunlight; a crude but noiseless beacon. Someone had spotted them, and was at least willing to take them in.

“Go straight, three more blocks,” Emma directed, then opened her pack. She checked the clip on the handgun and put it on the armrest for him, drawing the machete for herself.

As they approached, an oversized metal gate at the bottom of a four story brick building was pulled up, two men wearing long heavy coats emerging. They were armed with flamethrowers, and leveled their weapons at an angle away from their truck; looking at the rear view mirror, Emma noticed the bushy tailed swarm hopping only twenty feet behind them, suddenly awash in fire. They pulled inside the garage and the door slammed shut.

* * *

“We’re not savages you know.”

This, from a guy wearing zombie rabbit pelts, Emma thought, you doth protest too much. Just the danger of nicking your finger while skinning them; if that meant status, she’d prefer anonymity in this group.

“Call me Echo,” he continued, his tone heavy with self- importance. Emma had a feeling she knew what the survivors were called*. Emma and Allen introduced themselves, but were interrupted from asking any questions.

“Before proceeding further, let us observe a moment of reflection and celebration for our newest members.” A non- furred young woman approached and handed him a colorful rectangular cardboard box. Opening the top, he pulled out a chocolate Easter Bunny. As he broke it into pieces for the others lining up before him, Emma absently fingered the two bullets in her pocket.


*Bonus points for anyone who guesses the name of the group 😉

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Write On Edge – Indebted (Cold Brain, Warm Hands ll)

Yeap, I joined another assignment/ contest/ challenge. Why not right? There are two things that inspire me; good ideas and good feedback. Which makes this one stop shopping, and I got plenty of words to spend.

So WriteOnEdge has their own legit thing going, and you should check it out/get in on it, especially if you follow any other challenges.

The theme here is Paying What you Owe. From bills to contracts, oaths, promises and maybe even a judgment from Judge Judy, everybody owes something. Word limit is a healthy 500 woids.

This is a continuation from Cold Brain Warm Hands which I recommend you read the first part to, well first, to see where this action picks up from. The theme inspired this story faster than Zombie Bunnies, buuuut I hope you enjoy it anyway 😉
Feedback is always appreciated!


Diggs didn’t move, but his mind ran through their options, Whomever it was knew what was on the other end of that camera. The mystery man stood frozen, and that was his mistake; Diggs was going to show no quarter here. If he had a post in this place, he was the enemy. The line between their sides was clear.

The other man thawed out and made a move – not to the terminal beside him, where a simple command would set off lights, klaxons and certain death for Diggs and his men. Instead, he stepped towards the door. Diggs signaled, sensing his team getting into position immediately. The agent moved closer, and as Diggs tracked his movement, pulled out a small device and put it to the door. A soft signal in his helmet told him the lock was released. Wordlessly they sprang into action.

It was three seconds before they had the agent pinned up against the wall, the room secured, and the door closed again. Because of the suits, to anyone watching, he was held accosted by phantoms. Diggs continued to hold the hostage while the others studied the computer display and attempted to gain access without setting off any alarms.

“Stop! Stop, I can…” the agent struggled to get his words out, his throat held tight by Diggs. He didn’t struggle too much; smart move, as a quick twist of the wrist would have been quick and easy. He tried to speak, sputtering random words, and Diggs suddenly recognized something he said. He released the man, and tapped a command on his wrist. The stealth suit became visible.

“Sir?” one of the team asked. Diggs turned towards the shadowy form.

“He knows the infiltrator code,” Diggs answered, turning back to the agent, who was lightly exploring his tender neck. “You could have said it before opening the door. Other teams wouldn’t let you get a word out.”

The man spoke, his voice raspy. “Right, I know. I just figured you knew I have been getting you all through since Beta.” He turned on another computer screen, which showed a series of hallways one by one. “All the alarms were put on rotation by me, as soon as I recognized your pattern. I have to admit, you have perfect timing. No anomalies whatsoever; The Brain has no idea you are here.”

“Well thanks, then. Your name?” Diggs asked.

“Dysen. I’m from Alliance Corps.”

“Dysen, we owe you.” Diggs patted the man’s shoulder and nodded approvingly. With a flick of his other wrist however, he released a blade that found its way to Dysen’s chest. The agent slid to the floor, wordlessly. Diggs knew his men would never question his action, but he looked at their vague forms to explain.

“The code he gave was ‘stone, base, one’. That was Peters’, an infiltrator confirmed dead six months ago’s call sign. I knew Peters and that wasn’t him.”

He looked back at the body. “Guess I settled two debts then.”

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Trifextra Challenge – All Apologies

For this week’s challenge, you have to write a letter of apology in exactly 33 words. Addresses, salutations, closings, etc. (should you wish to include them) do not count in the 33 words.

Well, I do not have any personal apologies to anyone; I’m a good man! The following are a few that relate to people who have ‘passed through’ to one degree or another this week. This assignment brought them to mind immediately. I took the mindset of ‘being mean’ since I typically do not say/do these things, so don’t judge me too harshly 😉

The limit is 3 per entry [I checked!]

Feedback is appreciated, votes [back on the trifecta page] even more so!


Dear Pushy Lady on the Subway,

Sorry I got in your way.
You should always be first in or out.
You obviously believe subway seats randomly place $20 bills in pockets!
An Urban Legend. Like manners are to you.

Dear First Girlfriend,

It was 20 years ago! You’ve moved on, right? No lingering broken heart? I like to believe my receding hairline owes to genetics, but maybe you made a ‘deal’ so I’d never forget….

Dear Homeless Man,

Putting aside the good manners I was raised with, society decrees you are invisible, untrustworthy, possibly insane. Your story is false, your intentions dubious. Sorry; no money, just advice – Get a job!

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Trifecta Challenge – Zombie Bunnies V

This week’s topic word is –
scan•dal noun \ˈskan-dəl\

3 a: a circumstance or action that offends propriety or established moral conceptions or disgraces those associated with it
b : a person whose conduct offends propriety or morality

Use the word. Add 32-332 other words around it and you got yerself an entry.

Yes, MORE. Because you want more. Because I want more. Like bloodthirsty little bunnies.


Oh now, this would be news, she thought grimly while wiping the blood and gore from the machete. ‘Former Veterinary Assistant Goes From Saving to Slaughtering Animals.’ Of course the press would ignore the fact that those little guys had turned into bloodlusting vermin; why pass up the chance to create a scandal? She pushed it out of her mind, just as she had learned to forget the good things she associated with the little furballs; that carrot munching wiseass from the cartoons, little chocolate crème filled eggs during Easter, Watership Down– her favorite book as a child (and adult), and the ‘once funny, but now too true’ killer rabbit scene that brought together millions of geeks under the kinship of random quotes (Ni!)

She really could have used Tim the Enchanter’s help right about now.

The van jolted, knocking her back into reality, sad as it was. Could have been a pothole they hit, but more likely it was roadkill.

“That’s nine, Em!” Allen yelled to her from the driver’s seat confirming the thought. “And that’s just this run!” She didn’t confuse his giddiness with amusement (he had already mentioned the lack of humor in their situation); it was just his way of dealing with the situation. Plus, he was always a competitive asshole. THAT part actually proved very helpful.

“Yeah well, I’m still ahead by total,” she replied, not enough emotion in her voice to taunt him. She finished the cleanup and tossed the rags into a bag, which she tied shut. Moving up to the front, Emma slid into the passenger seat. They passed cars and bodies at various points; one particularly bad accident next to a farm involved a pair of minivans, charred metal skeletons with an obscured logo on the side door. Looking forward, gray and black clouds rose in tendrils from the city ahead.

“You got enough gas to get there?” Anna asked.

He checked the gauge. “If we’re lucky… no. But, I still got those bullets.”

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Trifecta Challenge – Zombie Bunnies IV

This week’s topic word is –
scan•dal noun \ˈskan-dəl\

3 a: a circumstance or action that offends propriety or established moral conceptions or disgraces those associated with it
b : a person whose conduct offends propriety or morality

Use the word. Add 32-332 other words around it and you got yerself an entry.

Well I got a scandal. One more horrifying than text messages from gross politicians. Yeah, THAT terrifying.

My apologies to New Jerseyians, who are actually my biggest fans on here.

If you know what movies I am referring to in the third paragraph, you are my new best friend.

For now, let’s delve a little more deeply into the saga of…the Zombie Bunnies. *cue scary music*


Deep inside the headquarters of KillEmAll* Industries, the mood was bleak, as usual. They were in crisis mode, also as usual.

PJ Appleby was stewing as he assessed the latest situation with his assistants. “Ok, so we’re missing a container.” This was unusual; they were usually missing more than one; the Applebys believed in shipping cheaply. “What kind of environmental hazards are we looking at?”

One of his subordinates looked up from the map that was spread out on the table. “According to this, there were no graveyards along the route the driver took. No beaten paths in the Deep South near moonshiners, and he definitely didn’t drive through New Jersey at all. So all potential hazards, or plot lines to ‘B’ movies, were avoided. Except, well…”

“Well, what?” Appleby demanded.

“There is some farmland. Particularly this place.” He pointed to an area circled in red. “It’s a cabbage farm. Some old man owns it, usually complains about how the noise from trucks makes his crops wilt; even when we paid him a visit to point out how the active road helps control the rabbit population, he wouldn’t listen.”

Appleby considered this. A crazy old farmer -that’s not so bad. A little intimidation, maybe buy a few cabbages in goodwill, and they could weather this brewing scandal. God bless all the crazy farmers who grow the food that goes to America’s dinner tables.

“Ok, scramble the guys in dark suits and minivans to do their thing.” Before they wrapped up the meeting, Appleby asked another assistant; “What are the side effects of that last batch we shipped?”

“Inconclusive. Actually I haven’t gotten a report from the cute fuzzy animals lab. In fact I haven’t heard from them in some time.” He shrugged. “Eh, I’m sure they’re fine.”

*Named after Killian, Emma and Allen Appleby, the three children of PJ Appleby, discount greeting card magnate. Why, what were you thinking? Oh right, the discount chemical weapons he made his second billion on. Gotcha.

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Trifecta Challenge – Cold Brain, Warm Hands

This week’s word is: brain (noun)
Third definition–
3: something that performs the functions of a brain; especially : an automatic device (as a computer) for control or computation

Something between 33 and 333 words. I got the limit 😉
Enjoy! Feedback, if you please!


The soldier double-timed it silently through the corridor; not even a squeak from his boots could be heard. Ahead, the hallway was clear, unfurnished, subtle details making it seem as though the corridor was part of a film loop. It would be all too easy to lose one’s bearings, and he had one shot at this.

Diggs, the squad leader, stopped and gave a level fist to the others. If they were even there. The cloakers were good; without a helmet, a slight blur would be all anyone’s eyes and brain registered. He had to assume though; they were his soldiers.

Diggs had stopped beside an unmarked door; the map he was following on the HUD told him this was the place. He didn’t have a GPS link; he and everyone else would know exactly where he was. When your target was the central brain of an AI network, multitasking was their forte.

Well counter-insurgency was his specialty. It was going to be a test of wills.

A small bundle was passed to him by the men who were indeed there; he uncoiled the thin rubber cord and uncapped the camera lens at the tip. There was the minimum amount of space under the door, but the cord, perfectly matched in color to the flat gray door, pancaked flat as it slid under. Diggs grimaced as he slid the connector into his helmet port; it reminded him too much of these fucking machines. The enhanced outfit was tolerable only because of its effectiveness.

The sound of their breathing was almost audible; a low hum made the air vibrate ever so slightly. Like blood flowing through the veins, he thought; I guess we’re the poison.

There was audio as well as video, and the HUD came to life. He shuddered at the sight; it was everything they hoped it wouldn’t be.

The coldest machine still needs a warm hand for guidance. Diggs found himself staring back at a face as shocked as his.

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