Almost did it

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Mondays Finish the Story

Finish the story begins with: “Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.”

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Thanks to Martin Furman for the opening line

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Almost did it

Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.

She dodged the securi-bots patrolling the hallway, knowing to keep low and out of their view pointer’s way. The hanger was dark. Delphine switched on her torch, an ancient relic her mother had brought from the museum. The light shone toward the door where her father’s plane waited.

She heard loud foot steps coming. It sounded like the heavy boots of her father. Delphine hid behind a storage crate and put off the torch.

The footsteps came closer. She held her hand over her nose and mouth. The heavy boots stopped next to her.

“Nothin’ here.”

Delphine waited until it was quiet. The door was so close. She peaked her head out and darted toward it with her shoes in her arms.

At last she was inside.

She turned the keys, bringing the plane to life. Suddenly it was dead, and her father’s face appeared on the monitor.

“Delphine, what do you think you’re doing?”

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I went a little over with 155 words.

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Don’t be silly

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Mondays Finish the Story

Finish the story begins with:  “The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?”

And a special thanks to dralimanonlife for the opening line!

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Don’t be silly

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?

The tapping of fingers against the counter brought him back. He pushed the latte toward the elf, who flicked her golden hair back as she left.

He turned to the window again. “Tink,” Big called. A child sized green fairy emerged from the back. “Take over a minute, will ya?”

The next preppy-elf stepped up to order. Big pressed himself against the window.

“What are you doing, Bigfoot?” Peter asked.

“Those hedge people are moving closer every night.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said, also pressing himself against the glass. “How could they move?”

Big shrugged. “I don’t know. Magic?”

The coffeehouse roared in laughter. Peter patted his big, hairy shoulder. “Don’t be silly! You know we don’t believe in magic.”

Outside the hedge family stopped rolling on the grass from laughter, and went back to their positions.

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Horrors in town

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Finish the story begins with:  “The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”

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Horrors in town

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.

“Wait!”

I moved out from the shadows to stop the young girl from going into the slaughterhouse. She stopped and took a step back from the mayor.

“Young lady, you need to mind your own business,” the man on the left said. The mayor grabbed the girl’s wrist, ready to pull her in. “You best be on your way.”

I pulled my gym bag closer, and took out my silver sword. The men stepped back as it gleamed. They pulled the girl inside, locking the door behind them.

Then there was the scream.

She was already sedated when I kicked the door down. The mayor held her neck at an angle, ready to bite. The town manager turned and screamed. In his true form he had a flat ribbed nose, fangs and ashen skin.

I lifted the sword.

*

“You saved my life.”

I wiped off the blood. “Just go before I burn city hall down.”

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I based the true forms of the mayor and town manager on Skyrim‘s vampires. It’s the only vampire I know.

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The surprise

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Finish the story begins with: Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The Surprise

“Hey boys, how ‘bout ya’ll makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

John and Michael lifted their golden heads. Dad held empty cans in his hands; behind him on the table stood paint.

“Why are you talking funny?” Michael asked. He was given the cans. He could smell the fruit.

“I thought you two could make mom something for mother’s day.”

“That was two weeks ago!” Dad always forgot mother’s day. They always had to fix it.

He scratched his chin. “I know, but better late than never, right?”

The boys shared a look. They marched to the table to begin painting.

*

“What’s this?” mom asked. She held a box oddly wrapped in painted on newspaper.

“It’s from me.” Dad stood behind the boys, smiling.

She took out the surprise. Red Neck Wind Chimes were painted in big, bold letters.

They were hung on the porch. When the wind blew, she would burst into laughter, and dad never forgot mother’s day again.

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A precious gift

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Finish the story begins with:  “At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.”

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A precious gift

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.

It was left in the dirt. Whoever had thrown it away had no idea what lay within the tiny sphere. It was a pearl filled with a precious gift.

Juliet picked it from the red earth and held it up to the sky. She saw nothing inside. It was an empty shell. It held nothing, as she could hold nothing. Her free hand moved to her stomach. They were both useless to the others.

They were here to colonize the planet.

All of the other women were already pregnant, expected to give birth at any moment.

She stayed outside with her marble as the others ran inside. Juliet opened her hand to gaze at it as rain poured down over them. She stared on as it melted, disappearing with the pooling water in her palm.

She was alone again.

The doctor told her the next morning that she was pregnant.

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I’m a little out of practice, but very happy to be posting again.

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We’ll be home soon

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Finish the story begins with: “They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.”

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We’ll be home soon

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.

If they didn’t react soon, they would disappear and they would never be able to catch up again. It had already been too long since they had left camp in search for meat and fur. The women and children were counting on them. The elders would surely expel them. They would be forced to spend the remainder of their days on the outskirts as failures. The village had to survive. Their people had made it through the previous year’s extreme blizzards and numbing cold. He would not let them succumb now because they couldn’t kill one buffalo.

He picked up his spear and woke the men. It was time to go home.

What will the neighbours think?

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Mondays Finish the Story

Finish the story begins with: “The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art.”

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

What will the neighbours think?

“The neighbours were not happy with my choice of yard art,” he said, crossing his arms.

We looked up at the gazing warrior whose eyes were permanently fixed on the blue sky.

“Why would they be?” I asked. “You only bought it to upset them.”

He smiled, proud that the statues hit all the right notes on his sour neighbours. “Well, they shouldn’t have pissed off the rich guy with ‘poor taste’.”

Poor taste was what had been said about his choice of wall hangings at his last party. I couldn’t argue with them. Thom had a knack of liking the peculiar. In all honesty, both buffalo and man fit right into his yard. I remained silent. He liked what he liked.

“I mean,” he continued. “Mrs. Smith has a backyard full of naked statues doing all kinds of weird stuff.”

“You really need to stop jumping on your trampoline to spy on your neighbours,” I said.

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