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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) Aug 8
He & I were at the Capitol during the coup. Hid in a kitchen closet behind canned food. We’ve been here a year. 2 adults can stay quiet forever, right? Squeak. I give our newborn my breast. My heart races against her hungry mouth. Whimper. “Hush,” I beg.
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Craytus Jones (aka Bob Johnson) Aug 7
This weekends theme is cliffhangers. Write and/or share pieces that incorporate cliffhangers. All genres welcome. I'll drop the discussion question soon. Let's do it! Much Love and Respect to you all.
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Fennel Aug 8
She limped toward the cliff, a few hundred zombies keeping pace behind her. It was supposed to have been a routine zone-check. Things were supposed to be better. The instructions were everywhere. How did she let herself forget how people could be?
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Craytus Jones (aka Bob Johnson) Aug 7
"I have bad news." She cried as she spoke. I took her hand in mine. "I'm pregnant," she said. "It's okay," I whispered as calmly as I could. "We can handle it." Her puffy eyes met mine. "That's not the bad news."
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Peter James Martin Aug 8
He excitedly checked the calculations again, and again. The reports were consistent, no matter what he did. Dreams of grandeur, his discovery of linking dimensions would change the world. He turned straight into the barrel of a gun. Bang.
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John Wilde Aug 7
It was a tense few minutes, nothing but silence. Gimpy had butterflies in his stomach. Something told him to stay low. A boat engine roared to life; he could tell it was coming ashore. There was a hail of gunfire, maybe 40 or 50 shots, the FBI had fired on the Russians.
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Craytus Jones (aka Bob Johnson) Aug 7
It was all confusion. He was in the wrong house. I was in the wrong room. Saw his pistol. By instinct, I drew mine. I closed my eyes. A gunshot rang out. All I could picture was that morning's sunrise, and the way it lit your smile.
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Demi Jae Aug 7
Tea always calmed me down. A good, hot cuppa settled the adrenaline. I heard the keys in the door as my wife arrived home from her shift. The door opened. She spotted me. Then the claret up the walls. I took a sip. "Again?" she asked me. "Help me hide him." I said.
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Arthur Unk / 8K #WIPWordCount Aug 7
The air shifted raising the bumps on my arm. Wet smells in the hallway reminded me of a drained swamp. A thump behind the door echoed in the elongated space. The rough carvings on the door knob opened old wounds. Then I saw it through the open door, my fate.
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Craytus Jones (aka Bob Johnson) Aug 7
The baby's missing. And there's a strange car pulling out of the driveway.
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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) Aug 7
He's on one knee. "Please say yes." "I—I don't know." "The adventure of a lifetime, babe." That sly smile. "Well, more than a lifetime." He returns to the wiring he's fiddling with. At last, he stands. "The vehicle is set to take us to the year 2520. Please say yes."
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Peter James Martin Aug 7
"You sure everything is sorted?" I asked Riz as he was busy filing his claws. "The Hydra is fine. Let's get it bak ta fae nd earn sum dosh from dose twats." He said proudly, then we heard the hiss. "You did make sure the cage was locked right?" "Uhh"
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Smarty Marty Aug 7
I woke to the sound of shattering glass. With pistol in hand I descended the stairs. "Whoever's there, I've got a gun. A strange man stood before me, extending his hand. "It is time. You are needed now. Come w/me." Suddenly, I remembered who and what I was.
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Rowena Tisdale - The Sultry Scribe Aug 7
Fingers hovering over the keyboard, she was on the verge of writing the best sentence ever...
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Craytus Jones (aka Bob Johnson) Aug 7
I wake up confused and afraid. I just hope all this blood is mine.
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Danielle Grace 🦋 has run amok! Butterfly nets! Aug 8
Ryu crossed the square, matching the speed of the wind while making less sound. His katana cut through an inferior blade and the throat of its wielder. Gone was all vital breath to raise an alarm. He slid a door open and melted into the darkness beyond.
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Shauna Aug 8
Past 10PM&the party still raged. No neighbor dared call the police; he was a wildcard. Sam ignored it as long as she could, but the music was keeping her kids awake. Covering her PJs with a hoodie she walked over&knocked. He was alone. “They’re all here,” he whispered.
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Craytus Jones (aka Bob Johnson) Aug 7
Him: It's really hard to put a cliffhanger into a Tweet. Me: It's an even better exercise to try to construct one in one or two sentences. It's a golden skill to possess when writing log lines, tag lines, and blurbs.
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Natasha Geraldine Aug 8
Ecological topology corolla clad Winged Imitator of Rhopalocera pollinator In cellulose silk and tendril entwined Oh Sun climber of heady scent and artist’s hue Such a delicate pleasure a floral delight Oh sweet Lathyrus Odoratus
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Craytus Jones (aka Bob Johnson) Aug 7
What are some of your favorite thriller stories that you have ever read, seen, or played?
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