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Initiation – #MenageMonday

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Title: Initiation
Source:  #MenageMonday! Challenge Week 2×27
Word count: 250 words

Source: Dreamstime

It took me two years to convince Sammi to hire a runner for the boneyard. When she broke, she made it clear. The kid was my responsibility.

The teenager was eager, and he took his job title to heart. I chucked when I saw him sprinting towards me. He stopped a few feet away, resting his palms on his thighs as he sucked air.

“You okay, kid?” I asked.

He looked at me and raised his right index finger. I tapped my foot and waited.

“I’m fine,” he panted sliding his hands to his waist as he straightened.

“Sammi sent a message?” I prodded, eager to hear her latest edict.

“Hey, she said this was the plane that started it all,” he motioned to the shell in front of us.

“She said a bomb went off, killed everyone on board, and it crash-landed here.”

I laughed, and he looked confused.

“Sorry kid, we make it look that way. Some movie people paid to shoot footage. The rest we cannibalized for parts.”

“Oh, I see, and like a fool, I believed her,” the kid said.

“Gotta take Sammi with a grain of salt. She’s a jokester.”

The kid shook his head.

“She also said the lost keys are no excuse.  We have to get it started.”

I purposefully looked at the plane, before turning to face him again. I could hear the gears working in his head. He wasn’t stupid.

“Let me guess? Never any keys?”

“Happy April Fool’s Day, kid.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Shattering Illusions – Flash Fiction Challenge

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Title: Shattering Illusions
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that uses the word eminence.
Word count:  99 words

Jules was his father’s second son. He was deemed the spare heir to the kingdom. Always second best, he fought to win favor, to stand free from his brother’s shadow. Each passing year, the competition between them grew.

Their rivalry forced his vision higher, to the eminence of Mont Aiguille. He imagined looking down onto his brother’s domain. Determined, he focused on his goal, fought through doubts and fear until his kingdom became a reality.

He grew stronger than the mountain, hardening his heart he stood alone, freed from the shadows, he realized there had been nothing to prove.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Blogging from A to Z Challenge — Letter A

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Today’s Positive Adjective:
Assiduous: showing great care, attention, and effort

 

Addie loved the treasures Papa made in his tiny, crowded workshop. She spent hours perched on a stool as he meticulosity molded, and hammered, creating the perfect receptacle for the simmering stones.

Forbidden from entering the studio when he wasn’t there, she couldn’t force herself to obey. Late at night, Addie would slip from her bed. and tiptoe downstairs. In the pale light, she would caress Papa’s tools, examining the details of whatever project lay on his bench.

One morning Papa announced that Jules, Addie’s older brother, would no longer attend school. Instead, Jules was to apprentice with Papa. Jules groaned, and Addie silently wished she was so lucky.

For months Jules reluctantly followed Papa to the workshop each dawn and bolted from his hell the moment Papa released him for the day. Addie’s clandestine visits continued, and she grew bolder. She held Papa’s tools, manipulating them as he did, while she imagined herself performing the tasks he assigned to Jules. By day, she watched Jules’ beefy hands ruin costly materials and his stubborn attitude soured Papa’s patience.

One spring afternoon, Papa let out a beastly roar and banished Jules from the shop. Jules ran, almost skipping in delight. Not long after, Papa emerged, his shoulders slumped, and he sighed shutting the door behind him. Addie waited, but all was quiet. Unable to resist she entered and surveyed Jules’ destruction. Without thinking, she selected a tool and started the repair.

It was a day she would never forget. The day everything changed, and a new path opened to her. She fingered the pendant at her neck, her first creation, but not her last. Her days found her next to Papa, assisting him, collaborating with him. With assiduous use of the precious materials, Addie worked, crafting masterpieces fit for a king.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Blogging from A to Z Challenge — Theme Reveal

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I am excited to take part in this year’s A2Z Challenge and thrilled to announce my theme.

This challenge provides the perfect opportunity to combine my two favorite things. The first is my enjoyment of Flash Fiction, and the second is my focus on maintaining a positive attitude. Enter my discovery of Boom Positive and their List of Positive Adjectives and the theme emerged.

So, what is a Positive Adjective?

“An adjective is positive, when it has at least one definition, that can be used in a positive or uplifting manner.” — Boom Positive

Need another reason?

“A man’s character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation.” — Mark Twain

In April, you can expect a Flash Fiction piece, inspired by a Positive Adjective.

I can’t wait to get started.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Restoration Project – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Title: Restoration Project
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #99 – Anathema
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 52 words.

Photo by Samuel Zeller on Unsplash

Birdie hadn’t visited the homestead in years. Her memory held visions of lush fields and untamed forests teaming with life. The intervening years were unkind, as others used the site for a dumping ground.

She deemed the land’s destruction an anathema, vowing she would not rest until she saw nature’s splendor restored.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Back In Time – 3 Line Tales

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From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

photo by Stijn te Strake via Unsplash

They said it couldn’t be done, an impossibility as time advances, forever moving forward.

The order nodded, content to allow the masses to wallow in their comfort, in their ignorance.

Those Enlighted stood, mesmerized as time’s mirror image fooled them all.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Call – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: The Call
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 114
Word count: 100 words

Image by Bikurgurl

The garage was where everyone found Dad. On frigid winter days, he lit the propane heater and cranked the radio. Elbow-deep in the chassis, oil, and grease covered, he was happier than a pig in—well, you know.

He purchased the dilapidated hunk of junk online, driving three hundred miles to trailer it home. Oddly shaped and sized packages appeared, and Dad’s face beamed. He wore his Christmas day smile as they disappeared into his lair.

One bright spring day, the garage stood empty. Now nobody knows where to find him as he speeds, top down, along the open road.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Logic Bomb – Thursday Threads

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Tonk and I skidded to a stop, taking cover behind an overturned truck. Blaster fire flew above our heads as the drones advanced.

“Christ,” Tonk’s chest heaved as he sucked air into his lungs, and he reloaded. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me, and a worried frown spread across his face.

“Jeb?” he said my name slowly. It was a warning.

“They have a weakness, you know,” I said.

“That right? Well, I sure don’t see it. All I see is unstoppable blaster fire. Take out one drone and another appears.”

“You haven’t noticed? They do everything together.”

Tonk’s expression told me a lot.

“Control says turn left, they turn left. Control says neutralize target—“

“Yeah, I get it. They’re doing a damn good job of neutralizing us.”

“That’s just it. One target. They can’t process multiple targets.”

Tonk stared at me.

“Look at them.” I pointed through the busted window. Tonk watched the advancing drones.

“They’re only shooting. They’re not aiming at anything.”

“So?” Tonk shook his head, “How’s that help us?”

“Remember the drone I took apart?”

Tonk nodded.

“There’s a piece of code.” I stopped, realizing Tonk wouldn’t understand what I needed to do.

“If I can get to their programming, I can write a routine and force them to fire on their own command.”

“So, you need me to nab another drone for you?”

“Yep.”

“Next time just ask. Back in a second.”

Tonk smiled and disappeared around the side of the truck.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Battle Preparations – Stock Photo Challenge

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Title: Battle Preparations
Source:  Stock Photo Challenge
Word count: 100 words

Rare and full view of ancient ruins of Machu Picchu in Peru from high above. Cloudless.

Tupoc stopped his family at the top of Huayna Picchu overlooking their destination. They would spend the night and visit the Temple of the Moon before descending to the sacred city.

The midwife had read the signs, consulted the stars and made her proclamation. A great invasion was coming. Tupoc’s wife, Chima, carried their salvation, and their enemy’s destruction. Chima’s battle to deliver the baby would herald the return of their empire.

Chima’s baby must be born on the old mountain, the proper prayers and rituals performed, and the grace of the gods bestowed. Their fate rested with the stars.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Preserving A Legacy – Friday Fictioneers

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Title: Preserving A Legacy
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT© Sandra Crook

Marta waited. She adjusted her hat, petted the hairnet covering her braided hair, while white nursing shoes and long white lab coat completed her ensemble. It made her feel sterile, one person in a large room of whirling machines.

The textile factory, built two hundred years ago, had employed generations of her family. Marta treasured the photos of her ancestors working here. New computerized looms automated many functions, but they still required human hands. Her hands were integral to the entire operation.

An alarm sounded, and Marta remedied the issue aware that her knowledge and skill preserved a great legacy.

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Jo Hawk The Writer