Blogging from A to Z Challenge — Letter K

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Today’s Positive Adjective:
Kinetic: of or relating to the motion of material bodies and the forces and energy associated therewith

The ship rocked, rolling Captain Xavion from his berth and onto the floor. A second impact hit as he staggered to his feet, pulled on his boots and proceeded to the bridge.

“Report,” he demanded.

First Lieutenant Marcum rose from the Captain’s chair and saluted.

“Unknown alien vessel off the starboard bow. No response to attempts to establish communication. They’ve fired twice. No damage sustained. Shields are at one hundred percent.”

“Officer Tabil.  Establish contact with the foreign craft,” Captain Xavion said as he took the Captain’s seat.

“Captain, I have detected an unidentified life form in Cargo Bay Two,” Allie, the ship’s AI reported.

“Alien?” Captain Xavion probed.

“Yes sir, it emerged from the load transferred from Starship Morrissey.”

“What is it doing?” Captain Xavion asked as the main screen flipped to a view the cargo hold.

“Sensors indicted the being has injected thioureacinol into three of the six containers of phenoloxcolate.”

“To what end, Allie?” the Captain inquired.

“Kinetic molecular theory, suggests the combination of these two gasses will increase the ambient temperature in the container, thereby increasing the speed of the molecules and resulting in a rapid escalation of collisions between the particles and the tank walls.”

“Dear God, Allie, didn’t they teach you to speak English?” Captain Xavion shook his head.

“Yes, Captain. I am fluent in 748 known stellar languages,” Allie replied.

“Captain, I believe Allie is saying the containers are going to explode,” Lieutenant Marcum offered.

“That is a correct assessment Lieutenant Marcum. The force of the blast will destroy Cargo Bay Two. By my calculations, the explosion will disrupt our engine functions. This will initiate a chain reaction which will rip the ship in two in precisely one minute and fourteen seconds.”

Another salvo from the alien vessel rocked the ship.

“Captain, I have established communications with the alien vessel,” Officer Tabil interrupted.

“On screen,” Captain Xavion ordered.

“Finally. We have your attention. You are trespassing in Or’ans space. Surrender your ship,” the brown blob on the screen demanded.

“I will do no such thing. We are on a peace-seeking mission. I assure you we mean you no harm.”

“Balderdash,” the alien spat, and drool seeped into the matted hair surrounding its mouth. “The last peaceful explorers killed half our population. There is no accord. Surrender your ship or we will destroy you.”

“Allie, does he possess the firepower to make good on his threat?” Captain Xavion asked.

“Indeed, Captain. Scanners show they have locked their weapons onto our engine array. A direct hit will annihilate us.”

Captain Xavion turned back to the alien captain. “We come in peace. We don’t desire to harm you, or your people.”

“That’s what they all say before they open fire. My orders are clear. Surrender. Or do you wish to perish?” he asked as the drool formed a long trail to the floor.

“I do not intend to die today. We will defend ourselves,” Captain Xavion warned.

“Then prepare to be destroyed,” spittle flew from the alien’s lips as the screen turned black.

“Thirty seconds to detonation,” Allie called.

“Alien vessel has fired,” Lieutenant Marcum informed the Captain.

“All ahead full on heading 270. Beam the creature in the cargo hold to the brig. On my mark open external doors to Cargo Bay Two,“ Captain Xavion ordered.

“All ahead full. Mark 270. Our new friend is in the brig,” Allie repeated as the ship nosed up, arcing towards starboard.

The ship lurched, shuddering from acceleration as she swept toward the alien vessel.

“Captain, you’re giving them a clear shot at our engine compartment,” Lieutenant Marcum yelled.

“Yes, Lieutenant. They will also get an eyeful of what is behind Door Number Two. Allie open Cargo Bay Two.”

“Aye, aye, Captain. Cargo Bay Two. Open.”

With the doors open the vacuum sucked the contents into space, depositing them in front of the alien vessel’s rocket. When the containers exploded, they denoted the missile and crippled the Or’ans’ ship. Captain Xavion’s starship slipped into warp speed, unharmed.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Blogging from A to Z Challenge — Letter J

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Today’s Positive Adjective:
Jaunty: sprightly in manner or appearance: LIVELY

Jared stepped into the bright spring day. The breeze blew giant white clouds across a sparkling blue sky. It was a complete change from yesterday’s howling wind that drove ice pellets and freezing rain into his face as he went about his daily chores. Today’s gust playfully tried to snatch the hat from his head wanting to send it on a merry journey through the muddy field. Jared pulled the ten-gallon low and cinched the chin strap. He didn’t have time for that game.

He gave a short whistle. Ole Bob emerged from the lean-to attached to the barn and trotted to him.

“Hey there Buddy,” Jared greeted him with a scratch behind the ears and a heavy pat on his shoulder.

“You ready to work?”

Ole Bob barked twice and ran ahead.

Red whinnied as Jared slid the barn door open. Ole Bob raced inside barking at Red in his stall.

“Guess we are all looking forward to stretching our legs,” Jared said as he pushed Red’s nose away from his coat pocket.

“Hey, that’s for me,” he laughed. He popped an apple from its hiding spot holding it out of the reach of Red’s questing mouth.

“How ‘bout we share?” He took a huge bite then handed the remained to Red.

Ole Bob twisted his head to the right and stared at Jared.

“No, I didn’t forget you.” He tossed a biscuit towards him. Ole Bob caught it midair, swallowed it whole and gave his master a hopeful look.

Jared laughed and threw him a second one.

He whistled a jaunty tune as worked, taking care of the preparations for the day’s outing. He soon had Red saddled and led him from the barn.

“You boys ready to see what them cows have been getting into?” he asked his team.

Old Bob barked, circling Red as Jared mounted.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” He clicked to Red, nudging him with knees and the three of them ran with the wind.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Daily Quote

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Carving out creative time a challenge. Work, family responsibilities, mundane chores and an endless string of ‘must do’ items conspire to keep us from our endeavor. I have decided on a new tactic. I am attempting block scheduling. It is a learning process, for both me and the household. I am discovering it helps if I can disappear.

Coffee houses offer a clean getaway. A locked bedroom door is a second, albeit less workable choice for an untrained family. Noses sniff, puffing at the door’s bottom as they try to see what you are doing. Grubby little paws claw the door. Noise canceling headphones help muffle the constant crying, sobbing and begging on the barriers’ opposite side. If you are stalwart, they will eventually give up. That is when your pets launch their assault. I am off to the coffee shop.

How do you block out creative time?

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Jo Hawk The Writer

2019 Daily Writing Challenge April 12

2019 Daily Writing Challenge Day 101

Today Is Day 102 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 101 word count in the comments.

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What is the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge? It is simple: Write something every day.

Write a little, write a lot. Just write. You have all day.

It doesn’t matter if you write 5 words, 5,000 words or something in between. The idea is to establish a daily writing habit. If you miss a day, don’t worry. Write today and report tomorrow on your success.

A great journey begins with one step. A great writing habit begins with one word. Go!

Check back tomorrow for the Day 102 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Shadow World – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Shadow World
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

It was the Homecoming bash at Chi Sigma Kappa.  Judeth and her besties arrived at eleven, fashionably late. They drank, they danced and then they disappeared. Everyone, except Judeth. The ancient grandfather clock chimed midnight. Her vision blurred, and her world changed.

Today she would wander the empty campus, searching for the truth. She could hear them, echoes of her final day.  At eleven she and her girls would arrive at Chi Sigma Kappa for the seventh time. Reliving the fateful hour Judeth waited for the reset. Abandoned in the shadow world again, she hunted, prepared to kill her killer.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

2019 Daily Writing Challenge April 11

2019 Daily Writing Challenge Day 100

Today Is Day 101 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 100 word count in the comments.

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What is the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge? It is simple: Write something every day.

Write a little, write a lot. Just write. You have all day.

It doesn’t matter if you write 5 words, 5,000 words or something in between. The idea is to establish a daily writing habit. If you miss a day, don’t worry. Write today and report tomorrow on your success.

A great journey begins with one step. A great writing habit begins with one word. Go!

Check back tomorrow for the Day 101 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Daily Quote

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I remember playing as a kid. It was a magical time. Apple trees magically transformed into space stations. A sandbox set the stage for a town with a moat. The bare spot under a row of pines was a deep, dank dungeon below a giant castle. Epic adventures to distant lands filled with mystical creatures were only a heartbeat away. Inspiration floated on the breeze, shadows created villains and dappled sunlight illuminated the path to a happy ending.

Today social media encroaches on the wellspring of ideas. Our minds are seldom allowed the freedom of downtime. The minute we disconnect, we grow anxious. We fear we will miss something important. We are uncomfortable, no longer friends with silence. Our hands shake, we break out in cold sweats, and we hallucinate thinking we hear our phone beep. We are strung out on technology’s constant stimulation and in need of intervention. When we unplug, when we allow our mind the quiet it craves, creativity comes out to play.

How will you nurture your imagination today?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Blogging from A to Z Challenge — Letter I

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Today’s Positive Adjective:
Idiosyncratic: pertaining to the nature of idiosyncrasy, or something peculiar to an individual

My phone was blowing up, and I tried my best to ignore Sylvie’s texts. I checked the time and caught Professor Morton’s glare.  She had a strict “no phone” policy and I didn’t want to piss her off on the first day. The five minutes until class ended stretched to eternity. Sylvie’s texts pushed the vibrate feature from pleasure mode straight to frustration.

Professor Morton dismissed us, and I grabbed my bag. Bolting for the door, I headed towards the seating area at the end of the hall. As I walked if flipped to her messages.

“OMG No Prof K. He died or some shit.”

Professor Kennedy taught the required freshmen Composition 101 and 102 courses. I met Sylvie in his course last semester, and we became inseparable. Scheduling conflicts meant we couldn’t take Comp 2 together this term. She had Kennedy’s class now, and I was scheduled for his next session. I hoped they didn’t cancel it since it would cause havoc with my calendar.

“Check out his replacement.”

I swiped to the photo and gasped. Sylvie had surreptitiously snapped a pic as the new guy walked between the desks. Framed from the crotch to his forehead, he filled the image. Long golden curls covered broad shoulders and his bushy blond walrus mustache accentuated his full red lips. I noticed I was breathing harder as I stared at his piercing blue eyes. It was obvious he had known Sylvie was taking his picture as he looked right at me. I reluctantly scrolled to read the next message.

“Can you say NORSE FREAKING GOD????”

“No shit, Sylvie,” I said out loud.

“Crappy name. Ingmar Bergman.”

Another photo. This one featured his ass as did the four following ones which marked his progress as he walked to the front of the classroom.

“He’s Swedish.”

I hit play on the video. He spoke. His accent was a bizarre and idiosyncratic interpretation of English. I loved it and my heart pounded in my ears when I played it again.

“Oh yeah. Call him DR. Bergman,” her next text said.

“The DR. can examine me anytime.” Sylvie followed her comment with a line of heart emojis.

She sent a dozen photos of him standing in front of the classroom.

“Comp is my new favorite subject,” she texted.

I laughed at the last image. Sylvie had and captured him unknowingly photo-bombing her selfie. This one she tagged with “Don’t be late. HOTTEST Prof this semester.”

I typed my reply and hit send.

“I’m on my way. Do NOT disturb me. We’ll talk after.”

I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed to class. Sylvie was right, I didn’t want to miss a single minute with the good doctor.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Daily Quote

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Ideas are as numerous as raindrops on a wild stormy night. Capturing a decent concept is as elusive as catching lightning in a bottle. Creativity on demand is challenging. Commit to completing your first draft, they say. Count your words, keep pen to page until you reach your goal. Rinse and repeat day, after day, after day. It is easy. Right?

It might be if stringing random words together constituted excellent writing if compelling plots lines materialized from thin air and interesting characters knocked on your door. We are human, not magicians, so we seek inspiration everywhere. When the lightning strikes we hold it tight and write into the night.

When do your ideas flow?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

2019 Daily Writing Challenge April 10

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Today Is Day 100 of the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Let us know your Day 99 word count in the comments.

———————

What is the 2019 Daily Writing Challenge? It is simple: Write something every day.

Write a little, write a lot. Just write. You have all day.

It doesn’t matter if you write 5 words, 5,000 words or something in between. The idea is to establish a daily writing habit. If you miss a day, don’t worry. Write today and report tomorrow on your success.

A great journey begins with one step. A great writing habit begins with one word. Go!

Check back tomorrow for the Day 100 Report and let us know how you did.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer