“They’re out there.”
She was really starting to get on my nerves. I knew they were out there. I’d seen them, I’d been chased by them, legging it down the road screaming in terror as hordes followed me. I didn’t need her to tell me they were out there.
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Carl says “write“. Challenge issued; a story in one hundred words. But– and here’s the problem– no repetition allowed. So let us begin… Fingers strike keys. Hesitate. Erase. Start again… More difficult than it first sounded. Quick, fumble for that thesaurus, what’s another way of saying happy? Content? Blissful? Jovial? Exultant? Maybe “on cloud nine”?? […]
It appears that it has been quite some time since I last wrote any fiction. Although I suppose that whole inane post regarding the love between chickens and cows and their offspring could be considered a strange form of fiction. Any way, I’ve decided that I’m going to use the LunaNina words as inspiration. Each week:”(providing you remember that just because I say that I intend to do something doesn’t actually mean that it will happen)”: I’ll pick one of her words and maybe write something inspired by it. This week Bread
So, FM found a challenge, write a story in 69 words. His was great, so I decided not to try too hard with mine, and came up with this. It probably won’t make much sense to anyone who isn’t Irish, and of a certain age.
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Not sure what this is all about. I’m also going to stick it on Story-crossing, see if anyone wants to add anything.
The beginning popped into my head while listening to You and Your Sister by This Mortal Coil, hence the title. Also the lyrics provide some of the story-lines, but this is unrelated to the song.
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This is, in a way chapter two, but I’ve left out a bit from the end of chapter 1. Not sure if that is a permanent leaving out, or if I’ll go back and insert it later. We’ll see.
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So got a text message this morning from “da mudder” who informs me that brother #5 is in hospital, undergoing surgery for an elbow injury. He was playing a game of rugby and got tackled and damaged some bone in his arm. It is fractured and partly detaching from where it should be. So he’ll probably be sport-free until after Christmas. That’ll really annoy him. Specially considering that it was only a Sligo game, and he’d finally been picked for the Connacht team, not to mention his playing for the school
My brothers, the accident-prone.
Anyways, more of the fic under the cut iffin your interested.
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- the youngest boy. He’s around 16 now I suppose. ↩
- what else? ↩
- he was headhunted there at the start of the school year by his current school ↩
Posted this draft ages ago. but forgot to stick it here. It is a follow on to the prologue. Which I really should link to but … If you really want to find it you can click on the category thingy.
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