#AtoZChallenge: Week 2 Roundup

Woohoo! We’re halfway through the April A to Z Challenge and it’s been a roller coaster of a week, filled with Gothic tales of intrigue, bite-sized delights and villainy.

I’ve fallen a bit behind on my reading, but I still managed to discover a few great blogs this week! Please do give them a visit.

Into Another World It’s an A to Z of villainy over here! A daily rundown of some of the meanest baddies to grace the silver screen, along with some choice quotes and a little glimpse at antagonists in the every day.

Atherton’s Magic Vapour: You sir! You seem like a connoisseur of fine tales! Perhaps, madam, I can interest you in a Gothic mystery filled with suspense and intrigue? No? That not enough for you? My, you are a tough customer indeed! How about I throw in some lovely black and white illustrations and a vial full of Atherton’s Hilarious Humor, guaranteed to make you laugh until your sorrows evaporate? Excellent! You won’t live to regret it!

A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose: Tales of wicked people and wicked deeds, at just 55 words apiece!

The Armchair Explorer: Discover brave new worlds from the comfort of your armchair! A quick book review for every letter of the alphabet!

 

That’s it for this week. It’s a short list, but that just gives you more time to explore each blog!

My roundup from Week 1 can be found here, and those blogs are still absolutely awesome, so you should definitely be checking them out!

#AtoZChallenge: Lab Rat

The double doors to the facility slid open in smooth silence. Liam Randall walked inside and was greeted by a woman’s voice.

“Good morning, Mr. Randall. Welcome to the BioGenesis Research Institute, where we design a better future for all. Please wait a moment. Dr. Minos will be arriving to meet you shortly.”

Liam looked around the sparsely furnished white lobby. It was bathed in cool blue light to put visitors at ease, but Ian was no visitor. He was joining one of the research teams at BioGenesis as a lab assistant. He knew that their latest project involved genetic manipulation, but further details were strictly confidential.

A set of doors in front of him slid open and a barrel chested man in a lab coat walked out. The man stuck out his hand.

“Liam? Kevin Minos. I’m so glad you decided to come on board.”

Liam shook Dr. Minos’ hand and tried not to cringe at the strength of his grip.

“I’ve really been looking forward to this, sir.” he said, a small smile on his face. “I’ve heard a lot about the project, and I can’t wait to get started.”

Dr. Minos nodded and adjusted his glasses. “Then let’s head over to the Lab, shall we?”

They both walked through the doors and deeper into the facility, with Dr. Minos leading the way. “So what have you been told about the project?”

“Only that it involves gene splicing. Someone mentioned hybrid animals and cloning.”

“That’s pretty close.” The portly scientist was tapping his fingers on a paper thin tablet. “It’s a top secret military project. We’re designing a new kind of bio-organic armor to be used by soldiers and law enforcement. We combined the DNA of several powerful animals including bulls, elephants and rhinos, along with a few very resilient beetles to create an entirely new species of animal.

The live specimen will give us a good idea of how the new armor holds up. Then we can synthesize it out of those components.”

Liam was awestruck. “A new kind of animal? That’s amazing!”

Dr. Minos hesitated a moment before responding. “Well, yes and no. We were quite successful, you see, in creating a well-armored beast. But we hadn’t factored in how much the aggression of the ‘parent’ animals would be amplified. The subject is strong, but also prone to bouts of madness.

That’s actually why we keep it in the Lab. That’s our informal term for the subject’s holding pen, where it can be kept safe. And so can we.”

Safeguarding monsters wasn’t part of the job description, as far as Liam could recall. His palms were growing sweaty.

“So, what’s my role in all this?”

“You’re going to help us gather data.”

“Gather it how?”

Dr. Minos ignored the question and gestured to another set of doors. “Here we are. The decontamination chamber. If you wouldn’t mind, we’d like to make sure you’re clean before entering the project area.”

Liam felt uneasy, but he nodded and entered the chamber. The doors slid shut behind him and through a glass partition, he could see Dr. Minos pressing his thumb against his tablet screen. Pale-colored gas began flowing from a series of nozzles placed into the upper walls. Liam was getting light headed. The last thing he saw before everything turned black was the hungry smile on Dr. Minos’ face.


Liam’s head was throbbing. He opened his eyes and sat up slowly. His body was covered in padded armor and there was a silver rifle lying next to him. He looked around, seeing nothing but high walls surrounding him. There was a mechanical squeal, followed by Dr. Minos’ muffled voice.

“Ah, you’re finally awake, Mr. Randall. My sincerest apologies about this, but we didn’t want you getting cold feet.

Welcome to the Lab. According to our scanners, the test subject is somewhere near the center of the area. I neglected to mention that one of my colleagues had added some predator DNA into the mix. Panther or jaguar, something like that. His ideas were a bit more…experimental than we would have liked.

That’s why the subject is so dangerous, you see. It’s a hunter. And you’ve been selected to subdue it. Kill only if necessary.

Should you fail, another candidate will take up your position. But please, Mr. Randall, try not to fail. Good luck.”

Liam picked up the rifle and backed himself up against a wall. It all made sense now. The Lab didn’t stand for laboratory. It stood for labyrinth.

There was a loud bellowing sound from somewhere on his right. He started running.

#AtoZChallenge: Week 1 Roundup

Well, my second year participating in the April A to Z Challenge is off to a great start. I believe last year,  was already lagging behind in my daily posts but I’ve been ahead of schedule this time! Fingers crossed I can keep that up.

There’s a break every Sunday (except the last one of this month) to give your fingers a rest – or give you a headstart for the next month! I figured I would take this opportunity to do a little roundup of some amazing blogs that I came across this past week.

So, for your weekend reading pleasure, I submit to you: The A to Z Roundup, Part 1.

Madly In Verse: Nilanjana Bose, who I’ve come to know through our participation in the WEP challenge (and who is both a brilliant writer and all-round awesome person) provides a handy guide to Arabian culture and clears up some common misconceptions.

Iain Kelly Writing: Do you like a good mystery? A thrilling whodunit? Then check out Iain Kelly’s serial murder mystery about a crafty killer and the cop hot on his(?) trail.

True North Bricks: Who doesn’t love LEGOs? This fun little blog by a Finnish-Canadian LEGO fan is a visual treat for adult collectors and a trip down memory lane for those that grew up with the colorful bricks.

Sorchia’s Universe: Another serial story, this time in the realms of Gothic fantasy and magic. Warring families, uneasy alliances and dark visions abound.

Wolf of Words: A blog about a lover of film and pop culture that really resonates with me.

Space, Time & Raspberries: Follow the saga of a poor chap named Elliot, who’s just trying to find his way through the world in search of adventure. As a bonus, you get to read the previous year’s A to Z entries as a companion piece to each chapter!

 

 

Of course, this is a very narrow list. There are hundreds of people participating and I’ve only been able to visit so few of them. As the weeks go by, this list will be updated and expanded.

Once you’re done checking out the above blogs, I’d recommend heading over to the A To Z Challenge site, where you’ll find plenty more to choose from!

A to Z Challenge: Attacked

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The creature plunged its icy hand into Anna’s chest and thrust straight for her heart, squeezing it and making it beat even faster. Pain radiated through her as she tried to writhe free of its grasp, but there was nothing she could do. Her heart hammered away while stuck in that cold grip, and her veins filled with ice.

She had really believed that she would escape this time. That she would find a way to evade the beast. But she had underestimated it. It found her and, within moments, she was cornered. Unable to escape. Trapped. Her breath reduced to cold gasps, desperately seeking air to fill her deflating lungs.

And now it was all over. The beast had won. Anna could feel the color fading from her vision, her body growing ever colder. Soon all would be –

“Anna, are you ok?”

Kate knocked again on the door of the bathroom stall.

“Anna?”

Anna gulped in a deep breath, her body drenched in a thin film of cold sweat.

“I’m…I’m fine, Kate. Just need a minute.”

Anna locked eyes with the beast, staring in to fathomless void. She couldn’t let it win. There were people she cared for, a life that, however imperfect, she had to live. She grabbed the beast’s wrist and slowly, painfully, extracted its hand from inside her. She would not succumb today.

 

Written for the April A to Z Challenge. Four days late, but I’ll catch up.

Unusually Social

After many years of thumbing my nose at the idea followed by a quick 180 where I spent a few months vaguely considering the notion, I’ve finally set up a Twitter account. The blog will still be about short stories of course, but my Twitter account is where I will be revealing the darkest secrets this universe has been hiding from you all this time.

So, you know, that might be something to check out.

I’ve also got an Instagram account that’s been chugging along for a while, but it’s not really relevant to blogging so I never linked it here. However, if you’re interested in artwork by a clumsy amateur artist and cartoonist and a dedicated nerd, then please do drop by.

Follow me on Twitter (or just drop by to shake your head disapprovingly) here:

https://twitter.com/artman413

And here’s Instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/artman413/

Now let’s get social!

Write On!

Well, it looks like 2016 is off to a pretty great start in terms of writing!

My entry for Last Week’s Three Line Tales went on to become my most popular post yet, which is pretty awesome! If you haven’t already, you can check it out here.

And just yesterday, I got an email thanking all the writers that participated in the WEP Valentine’s Challenge and announcing the winners. As it turns out, I had the winning story!

When Yolanda and Renee at WEP announced that their first challenge of the year would be related to Valentine’s Day, I was stumped. Romance is not my genre at all, and I didn’t want to attempt to write something sappy. Part of me considered skipping it altogether, but then what’s the point of a challenge if you’re not going to challenge yourself?

So I decided to give it a shot. After a lot of thinking and several abandoned ideas, I finally came up with something that seemed like it would be a worthy entry. I was pretty happy with it overall, considering how reluctant I’d initially been about writing it. And it seemed to garner quite a bit of praise when it was submitted. But to win? That was completely unexpected!

And now, I’m more eager than ever to dive into more challenges and see where they take me!

My WEP entry is posted here.

Here are the runners-up, both of whom had wonderful takes on the theme:

Olga Godim – Hannah’s Rugelach

Writerly Sam – The Bridge Between Lost and Found

The full list of entries can be found on the WEP Challenge page. I’d recommend reading them all.

WEP Valentine’s Challenge: Forever

Yolanda and Renee of Write, Edit, Publish have put forth their first writing challenge for this year, based around Valentine’s Day. The challenge is to write a fiction or non-fiction piece in 1000 words or less. So without further ado, let’s get right into it.


 

John couldn’t believe it was Valentine’s Day already. How time flew.

It was one of the most important days of his life. The day when he and Marnie had decided to take the next step in their relationship.

John adjusted his hat and walked along the same street where he had taken so many moonlit strolls over the years, hand in hand with Marnie. He smiled. The city had changed so much over the years, but it was still beautiful at night, pulsing with life and vitality. The both of them had had many wild nights together, painting the town red.

They were inseparable, always with their arms around each other. Her sing song laughter echoed in the evening air, replaced by ecstatic moans as the night went on. His thick, stubby fingers would comb through her dark tresses, caress her pearlescent skin, trace the contours of her sanguine lips. She in turn would let her spidery fingers roam over his rough form, from his scruffy brown hair to the slight bulge of his gut. The passion they shared could scorch the world, but that wasn’t all that they had.

Marnie was one of the few people, perhaps the only one, that truly understood John. The both of them could spend hours engaged in the most idle conversation, or simply watching the world go by in complete silence. They were content to simply exist together, two bodies and minds joined as one.

John’s footsteps grew a little heavier as he walked away from the city, towards the small hill that lay on its outskirts. He paused before the iron gates at the foot of the hill and took out a small package from his coat’s inner pocket. He opened the package carefully, removing the wrappings to reveal a single, blood-red rose. With a sigh, John walked through the gates.

He hadn’t expected his romance with Marnie to end as abruptly as it had. Though perhaps he should have. They had become too reckless, drawn too much attention to themselves. With the number of people that had gone missing in the wake of their nightly escapades, it was only a matter of time before a hunter showed up in town. John and Marnie hadn’t been concerned. They thought they could handle things. But they were wrong. The hunter was cleverer than they had anticipated. He laid the perfect trap, and they fell for it.

John knelt down and placed the rose on top of an unmarked gravestone. Marnie had made the ultimate sacrifice so that John could escape. This was where she rested now, though he wondered if she’d found any peace. He patted the stone and started to walk away. All good things came to an end, he thought.

His jaw clenched.

But this wasn’t supposed to.

John walked out of the cemetery and back to the city, running a finger along the bite marks on his neck, still as fresh as they were 150 years ago. Eternity was too long a time to be spent alone.

Word Count: 509

Moving Forward

Sonya over at the blog Only 100 Words conjures up thrilling and compelling tales in..well, only 100 words. She’s recently started up a flash fiction series called Three Line Tales, where a picture serves as an inspiration to pen a short story or poem that’s three lines long. I missed the first week because I’ve been a bit spacey when it comes to my Reader, but I’m going to keep an eye out for it from now on. This week’s prompt can be found here.

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My path has no end in sight.

But I’ve already come so far,

And only shadows remain behind me.

Night Sounds

In the darkness of the night,

From the deepest and densest corner of the forest,

A terrible sound arose.

An inhuman yowl that sent shivers of terror through both man and beast.

In the darkness of the night,

Among the looming and forbidding trees of the forest,

A camper had stubbed his toe.

Damned

In a world gone to hell, there’s no point asking God for help. If he could do something, he probably would have.

My footsteps echo off the pavement and bounce around the buildings surrounding me. These used to be bustling apartments. Now a few stragglers remain, but the dark yawning windows betray the emptiness that resides in them.

The city was lost in darkness once, just waiting to swallow up any unsuspecting soul that walked the streets alone at night. It was, relatively speaking, a happier time. Now there’s light everywhere as the city burns itself to the ground.

At last I arrive at my destination. My feet falter as I stand near the door. I’ve already made my choice, but I wonder if I can go back. Before hesitation can sink in, the door opens.

Hope packed her bags and left town a long time ago. Only the dead and the dying are foolish enough to look for her nowadays. They say she’s still out there somewhere, just hanging around until the time is right. The city’s being cleansed by fire, they say, so it can be rebuilt from the ashes. They’re full of shit. Ashes won’t mark the road to the future. Ashes are the future.

Perfume and smoke mingles in the air. I’m welcomed in with a smile, as if I were an old friend. It’s all a game, and I play along. Piercing eyes gaze into my soul and a shark toothed grin relishes the prospects of what’s ahead.

In a world gone to hell, there’s no point asking God for help. So I turned to the Devil instead.

 

WEP December Challenge – Holiday Celebrations That Are Out of This World

The month of December brought with it a brand new writing challenge from the good folks over at WEP, and I eagerly added my name to the list of participants. Then my blogging schedule went sideways and I completely forgot to submit an entry. Gahh! Sorry Yolanda and Denise!

It’s doubly frustrating because Christmas is probably my favorite occasion of the year, and I was looking forward to writing a festive tale. Ah well. I can still do that, I suppose.

In the spirit of giving, I’m going to share the stories of everyone else that participated. You should definitely give them a read, preferably with a nice up of hot cocoa in hand!

Check them out here!

20 Tales of Terror – Day 20: All Hallows’ Eve

  
The party was in full swing.

Victor surveyed all of his guests from the balcony, his dark eyes piercing through the skull mask on his face.

Down below, in the grand ballroom, the dead danced with the living. There were aristocrats in elaborate costumes: ladies in long embroidered gowns and lords in sharply cut suits. A trio of witches had shed their filthy robes and wore dresses of finely spun spider silk, complementing their ashen complexions. Undead soldiers were in full uniform, their jackets pressed and boots shined, looking pristine in spite of the bloodstains.

In one dimly lit corner, a werewolf fussed with his tie, unable to fix it with his padded paws. Drool dripped from his jaws as he cast his yellow eyes on the crowd; Victor made special note of him. A couple danced sensually on the dance floor, then exchanged partners and immediately plunged their fangs into their throats. Victor scoffed; vampires existed only to satisfy their basest instincts.

Half-humanoid creatures lurched and loped around the room while spirits floated through the air. Gargoyles perched around the perimeter of the balcony murmured to each other in gravelly voices, occasionally swooping down to grab a guest and carry them to their shrieking end.

A smile spread across Victor’s face, mirroring the rictus on his mask. All was going well.

Soon it would be time to perform the ritual. Soon it would be time to awaken the Ancient Ones and usher in a new age of darkness.

Victor patted the ceremonial pumpkin resting in his hands, which smiled malevolently at the ghoulish panorama spread before him.

It was going to be a Halloween to remember.

Story Submission

I had submitted a short story to the awesome short fiction blog The Drabble some time ago, and I was looking forward to seeing it published. Since the site gets a lot of submissions, it might take at least a month for a story to be put up, and I thought I might see my story up there some time later this month.

So imagine my surprise when I discovered that my story was published 4 days ago! And somehow I missed it! Even though I’m a regular reader of The Drabble and keep an eye out for their new submissions, I completely bypassed my own!

Unusual strangeness indeed.

Anyway, here’s my wickedly fun little tale: Burying The Hatchet