They say to follow your dreams.
So, I followed your dreams.
They lured me into a meadow with butterflies and faerie lights.
“Join us,” your dreams said, and we danced under the moonlight.
That’s when your nightmares came out of the trees and attacked.
Your dreams scattered and left me behind for the nightmares.
Oh, the things they did to me… the horrible things.
But you know what they did.
Because you saw them in your dreams.
And in your nightmares.
So, take this sleeping pill.
Because it’s your turn.
Follow my dreams.
And then, my nightmares will enjoy you.
Weekly Challenge #702 – PICK TWO avoid, intertwine, den, get, fudged, meltdown, tan
- Lizzie
- Tom
- Richard
- Serendipidy
- Tura
- Norval Joe
- Planet Z
TURA
Void; intertwine
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Planet Nine turned out to be a black hole. Too far away for a robot probe, so we sent a manned mission. I was the man, in cold sleep most of the way out to the Void.
As I finally approached, the Void looked into me, tendrils of thought intertwining with mine. Suddenly, I was sucked out of my body, while the entity exultantly vanished.
I see my dead body on the ship. I see the entire Solar System, down to the smallest sparrow in the skies of Earth. I seem to have replaced God. Until the next expedition arrives.
TOM
The Weather Out Side Is Frightful
Second Sub Commander Zod sprinted down Deck 42. The inner hull temp was climbing dangerously high. Time was running out. Three Miltrons from the escape hatch was a large transparent aluminum frame. Within read the following in Siduble, “To Avoid Meltdown brake glass.” Lacking any object of sufficient mass to brake said glass Zod pulled off his center combat boot and gave the glass his all. Shards tumble inward as the void outside pulled everything not nailed down into deep space. This include Second Sub Commander Zod. While space is cold mistress a meltdown is far worst for a Space Snowman.
SERENDIPIDY
Avoid the widow’s den,
For she will lure you in;
And once she has you there
Her scheming will begin.
She’ll turn your thoughts to lust,
And then she bends your will;
And having gained your trust.
She moves in, for the kill.
As blissfully unaware
You fall into her arms;
Enraptured by her stare,
Succumbing to her charms.
She stabs you in the back
Then poison floods your veins
She’ll suck the life from you
Till nothing more remains
So, beware the widow’s den
And never stray within
For the spider lies in wait
For the mating to begin
RICHARD
Intertwined
Part 1
When the reactor went into meltdown, all hell broke loose. Not just in the way you might think – all that was to be expected, and very much in the public eye.
But, behind the scenes, there was a massive cover up being orchestrated. Reports were fudged, witnesses paid to keep silent, and evidence shredded. We knew it was wrong and that the public deserved the truth, but the personal cost to us was just too great.
So, the great lie somehow became, the great truth.
The cleanup began. Things were put right. And nobody suffered.
Well, none of us.
Part 2
So, the gang hatched this crazy plan to build a new den, and the crazy part was that we was gonna build it down in the woods, inside the Exclusion Zone!
I didn’t wanna do it, but Jake was callin’ me chicken, and I wasn’t gonna stand for that! So’s, that’s how we ended up that Saturday, where we’d no rights to be…
Jake was first to get sick… Started pukin’ all over the place. Then, next few days, Tom, Sid and Blue all went down with it bad.
Jake died.
I was lucky, just got an all over tan.
Part 3
Those lads were poking around again, seems that some people just can’t avoid the place; doesn’t matter how many signs you put up, how many times you tell them to get the hell out of here, get lost and get back home, they still come back for more.
Mind you, I can’t see the harm in it. I mean, look at me, been guarding the place for a year now, and fit as a fiddle.
Well, sort of. I grant you, my hair’s been falling out of late, and there’s the bleeding gums, and the rash.
But, nothing much, really.
NORVAL JOE
Being one who always wanted to avoid a confrontatoin, Billbert searched for a way to get out of this interrogation with the principal. He’d always heard that if you want adults to leave you alone, just act dumb. He cracked a stupid smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ms. Frunsio’s face went red, clearly headed for a nuclear meltdown. Through gritted teeth she snarled, “Then why did you look so guilty?”
Not wanting to intertwine Linoliumanda in the inquisition, he told a white lie. “When the lights went down, I took advantage of he situation and kissed Linoliumanda.”
LIZZIE
The page of her diary stared back at her, empty, looking for comfort. The meltdown drained her energy and got a hold of her willingness to fight back. The diary would always bring her some comfort. Not today. The past would never change and she was too tired to change the present so her future could make more sense. Smile, she thought. And what she saw was a distorted and pathetic face. Don’t smile. It’s better. Just keep calm. She took a deep breath and sat back. The page of her diary stared back at her, empty, looking for comfort.
PLANET Z
Sheldon
At every party Sheldon goes to, the conversation will stop and someone will say “Well, wait a minute… what does Sheldon think.”
Nobody says a word. Every eye is turned to Sheldon.
Sheldon looks at his watch and counts the seconds.
Five… ten…
Until the second hand makes a full turn around the face of his watch.
Usually, he’s got some kind of great insight.
Unlike others, Sheldon thinks before he speaks.
But once, he couldn’t come up with anything.
And the party became a riot. He was torn limb from limb.
Well, wait a minute… what do you think?
The Devil’s voice
Grandma said that I shouldn’t say such things.
“You can’t let The Devil take your voice.”
When I did bad things, she said I was letting The Devil take my hands.
Even if I didn’t say or do bad things, I thought them, and Grandma said I was letting The Devil take my head.
Grandma said lots of things, but so did The Devil.
And I gave him my ears, and I listened.
Walking out of Grandma’s burning house, holding her severed head by her hair.
Laughing.
Yes, I gave myself, whole, complete, to The Devil.
And I liked it.
The last football
Lucy pulled the football away from Charlie Brown one too many times, and he snapped.
Went into his Dad’s shed and got out an axe handle.
One whack, and Lucy went down hard.
Charlie dragged her corpse to the ramshackle psychiatrist stand, dug two nickels out of the can, and put them on Lucy’s eyes.
He ranted for hours before the adults found them.
Too young to prosecute him as an adult, so they put him in Juvie.
His sister Sally got the fucked-up dog.
Schroeder played piano at Lucy’s funeral.
And Linus left his blanket on his sister’s grave.
One upon an evil time
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess.
Her father promised her to an evil prince.
The evil prince killed all of his rivals, and every adventurer trying to free the princess.
The princess had no choice, and she married the prince.
Then, that night… while the prince and the princess were alone.
The princess killed the prince.
Because she was evil too.
She burned down the prince’s castle, killing everyone.
And she brought the prince’s head to her father.
“Our plan worked,” she said. “Both kingdoms are ours.”
And they lived happily…
Until someone more evil came around.
Dialing up the pain
I watched Soylent Green last night.
Did you know that Edward G. Robinson was dying during that film?
Bladder cancer. He died nineteen days after shooting completed.
The pain and anguish that Charleton Heston had as Thorn wasn’t just acting.
It was real.
He was suffering because his friend… his mentor… his colleague was also suffering.
The death scene was, literally, Robinson’s death scene.
If you ever need a boost in your performance, look someone you love in the eye.
And remember: one day, possibly soon, they will be dead.
When the pain becomes too great to bear, roll film.
Unholy Blood
The imam pounded the pulpit, screaming how Jews were the sons of apes and pigs, and were killing babies for blood to put in their holy bread.
That’s when the earthquake hit.
So many dead and crippled.
When Magen David Adom offered aid, the government refused it.
A few more of the dying died, a few more of the suffering suffered longer.
And yet, why did I give to Magen David Adom?
If anti-Semitism prevents victims from allowing Jews to save them, then let them bleed out into the gutters.
Because we don’t need that blood for matzoh after all.
Weekly Challenge #701 – NET
- Lizzie
- Tom
- Richard
- Serendipidy
- Norval Joe
- Planet Z
NORVAL JOE
Surprised by Ms. Frunsio’s request, Billbert could only shrug. “Okay. I guess.”
When Linoliumanda started to follow, the principal held up her hand like a traffic cop and said, “No. Just the boy.”
At the side of the dance floor, Funsio turned on Billbert. “I saw that guilty look on your face when the lights came on. Tell me what you had to do with this fiasco, and don’t lie. You could easily be caught in the web of your own deception.”
“My what?” Billbert was truly confused.
“Don’t toy with me, boy. I know you’re guilty,” Ms. Frunsio said.
TOM
Wife and Three Kids
It was the mid-80s and the river of money was running deep in Bay area. Unfortunately my oldest friend had moved to the center of dying America. Farming communities in the Midwest were being depopulated by the effect of the Clean Water Act. He had bought a failing cake shop and gave it his all for 3 years. With a wife and three kids Dan was always on the edge of going under. On one late night call he told me he would measure the level of gas in his car to compute his current net worth. Times were tough.
SERENDIPIDY
He sat on the edge of the bed, transfixed, as I slowly removed, first my blouse, then slipped out of my skirt.
I swear he was drooling as I snapped off my suspender belt straps, then slowly and sensuously began to roll my fish net stockings down, and off, dropping them carelessly on the floor at his feet.
His eyes filled with lust as I teased off my lingerie.
Then lust became horror, and disgust, as I produced a scalpel, and began peeling away my skin, exposing the muscle and sinew beneath.
I beckoned to him…
“Your turn, lover boy”
LIZZIE
No one had ever seen such a gigantic bug. The Mayor met with the police to come up with a plan. There was panic in town. And then came the models. The bug’s wings flapped and flapped, creating a swoosh that made every aspiring model in town shake their manes. The others looked perplexed. The town was on the verge of collapse and they struck poses? Suddenly, the bug flapped its wings faster and everyone ran for shelter. Well, not the models. The bug flapped away, while the models waved their arms in the air. No one saw them again!
RICHARD
The Gospel According to Norman – The Parable of the Fisherman
Verily I say unto you, there was once a fisherman who spent his entire day casting his net over the left side of his boat, yet caught no fish.
His companions sat at the lakeside laughing at his fruitless efforts. Later that day, the Master came walking towards him upon the surface of the water.
“My son, you must have faith – cast your net over the other side, and believe”
The Master returned to the shore, where the disciples were waiting with pizza, fries and cold beer.
“Can you believe that guy?”, said the master, cracking opening a bottle.
PLANET Z
My Uncle Bob said if you cast your net wide enough, you can catch pretty much anything.
My Uncle Steve said that using a net to catch anything wasn’t very sporting.
Use a hook and bait. Now that takes skill.
Neither Uncle Bob nor Uncle Steve would catch any fish.
So, Uncle Jerry would pull out a stick of dynamite, light it, and toss it over the side.
A whole lot of dead fish would float to the surface.
He’d scoop them out with Uncle Bob’s wide net.
Uncle Steve shook his head. “Dynamite’s not very sporting, either,” he said.
Empires fall
We have seen empires rise and fall around us for five thousand years.
Every one of them tried to exterminate us.
But we have survived.
And we will survive you.
When your empire falls, as you fight over the scraps and loot the rotting corpses, we will help build the next one.
As we’ve done time and time again.
As doctors. As lawyers. As teachers. As slaves.
We will help rebuild.
When the next empire turns on us, as they always do, we will watch it crumble and fall.
Until the day we outlive you all, and build our own.