Hazer

I am going to leave the word count up to you this time and rather focus on the entertainment value...long or short. I will pass the baton on June 30th.

brush

torrent

rise

collect

meager

collapse

expect

convenient

c onfuse

Any form of these words accepted.

Hazer

Ohhh...attacked again by that little TW bug!

Last word should read confuse !!! Not be confusing!

ladyhwin

Lovin' the list Hazer! Definitely got some creative juices flowing.... I'll be back....

Hazer

Well, the people have spoken...or not....so it looks like this thread is down until someone else decides to start it up again.

chelydra

oh dear

ladyhwin

Oh dear is right.... are you sure that deadline wasn't JULY 30, Hazer?? Because then, I'm right on time!

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The roaring noise of the city was almost too much to take. Cara felt her breath grow more and more shallow and a surge of panic began to rise in her throat. She blinked, trying to focus her gaze on the long-cold coffee in the plastic cup before her. It didn’t work.
She gripped the edge of the table and her eyes darted about the room. The little café was almost deserted on a Monday afternoon; an older couple murmured softly to each other a few tables over and across the room, an intimidating man sat hunched over a book.
Cara slowly reached for her purse and briefcase, expecting her name to be called at any moment, or perhaps for some mysterious stranger to appear and seize her. She finished collecting her belongings and slipped out of her chair, keeping a close eye on the door as she edged towards it. Nothing happened.
The instant she was outside the door, Cara bolted, brushing her way past the people that were clumped along the streets. Seattle was a big city, with thousands of residents: the perfect place to blend in and disappear for a while. Or so she had thought, until the torrent of commotion and the confusion of it all had settled into her head. She was going mad. She was certain of it.
Cara turned onto her street and pounded her way up the steps, through the long corridors and finally into her meager apartment. She slammed the door shut and collapsed against it, breathing heavily.
“How convenient,” a low voice murmured from across the room.
Cara whirled around, stunned, and saw the dark, intimidating man from the café standing at the window and staring straight at her. A gun lay on the chair beside him and his eyes were hard.
“You are caught, my dear,” he said quietly, leaning against the wall and folding his arms. “Now choose. My love, or your death.”

Hazer

At last an entry....how exciting! And to think I almost gave up. Thank you ladyhwin!

Very entertaining and you have inspired me to extend the deadline in hopes of attracting

a few more writers. Come on people, don't be shy!

My word list was inspired by the floods we were experiencing here in Alberta and at

the time I had a good story forming in my mind but now I seem to have lost

whatever train of thought I had going. Perhaps if I stare at the word list for awhile it

will come back and in the meantime, please, give ladyhwin some competition!

Hazer

Oh yes, a deadline.....let's say Aug 15th.....midnight or whenever I call it a day, which seems to be much later then the rest of you.

cathyallheart

“Great, just great!” Chloe shouts, kicking her leg against the wall. The meager little thing collapsed. “That is just what we needed, another river blocking our way! but what else should I expect? Surely nothing convenient!”
“‘Kay, take a breath, let it out. Now think.” she walks next to the wall, looking down at the torrent. “Kyle, Will have an idea, he always does,” she says as she gives up. She trumps through bush to the campsite we just left.
I shiver as the first few notes of a melody reach Chloe and me. It always seems so ominous to me. Kyle looks up from his flute, and hugs his sister, “did you find a way out of the forest?” he asks, never noticing me. Chloe shakes her head, I stare at the fire flickering, acting unhurt for the hundredth time, not caring that it doesn’t matter.
“We have to find her,” Kyle’s voice breaks my concentration. A raven caws somewhere nearby.
The raven’s caw echoes in my head. They have never once seen me, despite the fact we’re siblings. I remember when that old lady told them they had another sister. It’s a bittersweet memory, at least now they are aware of me.
“She is our last hope for the Kingdom,” Kyle continues, unaware that who he is looking for, has always been with him. A tears slips off my face, onto ash.
I toss those feeling of despair and rise, they have a goal to find me, and I have a goal for them to know me. I grab Kyle’s hand and pull him up. He yanks his hand back in confusion. Chloe rises to his side.
“What is it?” she asks. Kyle looks around and I gulp. I have touched them before, but for some reason someone else does too at the same time.
“I felt someone pull me up.” Chloe starts looking around at that.
“Could it be you imagining something?”
“No, I know I felt something pull me up!” Excited I grab something out of their bag, maybe this time, I think. “Oh, Kyle do you see?” Chloe whispers not daring to look away. Kyle just nods. I drop the brush.

Hazer

Another great story...thank you cathy!

The thing that strikes me about both these stories is that they both leave us hanging and so beg the question....will there be a sequel ??

Hazer

Two equally entertaining stories made it necessary to flip a coin, and so it will be up to

ladyhwin to carry the torch. Thank you again ladies. I'm afraid my story never made it in

as I am suffering from the worst cold I've had in years...back to bed for me.

ladyhwin

Thank you Hazer! Get well soon!!