Wednesday Briefs - Trouble Comes in Threes Ch3
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The prompts for this week are:
“A moment on the lips, an eternity on the hips.”
“Abandoned ship!”“What did he/she just say?”“I'm glad I dodged that bullet.”“Your secrets are safe with me and all my friends.”“Making a mountain out of a molehill.”or use: pole, music box, clock or have baby crying or feature a broken down car/truck or use: ball cap, a video, hammercamelhair coator "Oh, that's rich." Or use some sort of stitches
Trouble Comes in Threes - Chapter Three Rat-a-tat-ta… rat-a-tat-ta. Jesus Christ, was that gun fire?Voomp!Okay, that sounded like something exploding. Someone start WWIII and forget to tell me?“Incoming!”“Take cover!” What the hell?“Captain, we’re outnumbered and cutoff from base. Retreat! We gotta retreat!”“Abandoned ship!”Aw shit, that’s the TV. Stupid me left the son of a bitch on last night. Sounds like some kind of war movie. And why the hell can’t I open my eyes? Huh, maybe because I have my arm thrown over my face? Idiot.Rat-a-tat-ta… rat-a-tat-ta. I must be dreaming, or just can’t get totally awake. Fuck this, I’m going back to sleep. Maybe I’m still asleep. Shit.“Do you think this is a good idea?”“He’s dead-ass drunk.”Huh? That doesn’t fit the movie.“Yes, he is. Pretty little human. Can’t wait to fuck him. He’s so bitter, though.”“He’s not bitter. He’s lonely and overwhelmed. He needs… help, that’s all. I’ll put an end to the whining soon enough.”This is a damn odd dream.Vaa-roooom.God, are they blowing up everything in sight in that movie? And I must have left the volume on fucking ‘blow you out of the house’ setting.“Dolfoon, he’s going to freak when we tell him.”“Of course he will, but he’ll get over it. Trust me, Talise.”Is this an alien war movie? Oh, screw it—going back to sleep.
“Gak.”Did that sound come out of me? Holy shit, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. Okay, that was just unpleasant. My throat was so dry I couldn’t swallow. I peeled my eyes opened—which took some doing thanks to the eye buggers—and immediately slammed them shut again. “Uggh.” Oh fuck me, sunlight—and not just the regular kind of sunlight. On hell no, this was sunlight reflecting off snow. Bright little spikes of eye-watering death rays that wanted to burrow into my brain until my ears bled. Pain drilled into me. Why was the sun even fucking out? Didn’t it know I fucking hurt? Even my hair hurt, dammit.A mad drummer pounded away inside my head, the steady thump, thump, thump making my eyes bulge… or would as soon as I opened them. If I opened them. My stomach rolled uneasily and suddenly saliva flooded my mouth. Okay, I went from dry as the desert to slobbering all over the place… and shit, if I threw up and might as well shoot myself because, oh my God, my head was going to fall right the fuck off. I buried my hands in my hair and pulled. Another flash of pain crashed through me, but the urge to puke retreated. For now.No sooner did I relax an ungodly screaming filled the living area. One frightful scream after the other rolled through my house. Fucking hell, was someone being axed murdered right here? And would they do me next, please? One ear-splitting shriek in particular hit an especially high note and my balls attempted to climb into my body. I sat straight up on the couch, heart thumping crazily and the urge to piss nearly unstoppable. My vision wavered and my head threatened to explode if that shrill screaming didn’t stop. It took me a minute, and several deep breathes, but I figured out the screaming was from the TV I’d left on the night before. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, where’s the damn remote?”I hopped off the couch—not one of my better ideas—and promptly launched into an odd little dance of desperation that involved feet flying and arms flapping while trying to avoid stepping the white cat under my feet. I’d been ten thousand dollars richer if there’d been a fucking video camera around to capture that insanity. Snowball yowled at me then shot out of the living area, fuzzed up.“Are you trying to kill me?” I screeched after the cat, then grabbed my head. Oh Heaven help me. My head, my fucking head, felt like there were screws drilling straight through my skull. I wanted to die.If I didn’t get that TV turned off, I just might. Now that I had a cat-free zone in front of me, I hoped, I lurched across the room and manually shut the damn thing off. Silence swept through the house, the last screaming echo drifting off into nothingness. “Thank you sweet baby Jesus,” I whispered. Now all I heard was the bastard tap dancing in my head. The pressure in my bladder was getting harder to ignore too. Checking to make sure the route to the bathroom was safe, I cautiously whimpered my way to the commode. I barely had time to unzip. Suddenly my eyes were floating, and fuck, I had to piss like a Russian racehorse. I might have actually moaned. I glanced around, thankful neither cat was in here this time and heard that pitiful sound.I dragged myself to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. The clock informed me it was two in the afternoon. Lovely, the day was half-gone. I then raided the medicine cabinet. There’d better be some generic over-the-counter pain pills in there, or I was going to cry like a baby. I fumbled around, scooting stuff out of the way, until I found the bottle. Fixing a glass of water, I then counted out four pills and popped those babies. As soon as the water hit my stomach it gurgled, reminding me how unhappy it was with situation. Toast—I needed something to eat and toast I could handle. So toast it was along with coffee.“Meerow.”Tiger sat on the counter watching me fix my meal. Was it me, or did he look… irritated? Buttering the toast, I ignored him, but that damn freaky stare of his was burning a hole through me. I hunched my shoulders and finally gave in, meeting his eyes. “Okay already. Just stop with the dirty looks. Yes, it was stupid of me. I don’t drink much, and a six-pack was too much. Sorry.”
Snowball poked his head around a cabinet and let out a sad little cry. Well shit, now I really felt like an ass. I hadn’t meant to yell at him earlier. Sighing, I put the butter knife down and went over to him.
TBC
Larry BenjaminJon KeysLily Sawyer Cia NordwellChris T. KatSarah HayesGrace Duncan Victoria AdamsAndrew Q. GordonJC WallaceShelly SchulzElyzabeth VaLey A.R. VonLily VeldenBL MorticiaRenee StevensTali SpencerJulie Lynn HayesNephylim
The prompts for this week are:
“A moment on the lips, an eternity on the hips.”
“Abandoned ship!”“What did he/she just say?”“I'm glad I dodged that bullet.”“Your secrets are safe with me and all my friends.”“Making a mountain out of a molehill.”or use: pole, music box, clock or have baby crying or feature a broken down car/truck or use: ball cap, a video, hammercamelhair coator "Oh, that's rich." Or use some sort of stitches
Trouble Comes in Threes - Chapter Three Rat-a-tat-ta… rat-a-tat-ta. Jesus Christ, was that gun fire?Voomp!Okay, that sounded like something exploding. Someone start WWIII and forget to tell me?“Incoming!”“Take cover!” What the hell?“Captain, we’re outnumbered and cutoff from base. Retreat! We gotta retreat!”“Abandoned ship!”Aw shit, that’s the TV. Stupid me left the son of a bitch on last night. Sounds like some kind of war movie. And why the hell can’t I open my eyes? Huh, maybe because I have my arm thrown over my face? Idiot.Rat-a-tat-ta… rat-a-tat-ta. I must be dreaming, or just can’t get totally awake. Fuck this, I’m going back to sleep. Maybe I’m still asleep. Shit.“Do you think this is a good idea?”“He’s dead-ass drunk.”Huh? That doesn’t fit the movie.“Yes, he is. Pretty little human. Can’t wait to fuck him. He’s so bitter, though.”“He’s not bitter. He’s lonely and overwhelmed. He needs… help, that’s all. I’ll put an end to the whining soon enough.”This is a damn odd dream.Vaa-roooom.God, are they blowing up everything in sight in that movie? And I must have left the volume on fucking ‘blow you out of the house’ setting.“Dolfoon, he’s going to freak when we tell him.”“Of course he will, but he’ll get over it. Trust me, Talise.”Is this an alien war movie? Oh, screw it—going back to sleep.
“Gak.”Did that sound come out of me? Holy shit, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. Okay, that was just unpleasant. My throat was so dry I couldn’t swallow. I peeled my eyes opened—which took some doing thanks to the eye buggers—and immediately slammed them shut again. “Uggh.” Oh fuck me, sunlight—and not just the regular kind of sunlight. On hell no, this was sunlight reflecting off snow. Bright little spikes of eye-watering death rays that wanted to burrow into my brain until my ears bled. Pain drilled into me. Why was the sun even fucking out? Didn’t it know I fucking hurt? Even my hair hurt, dammit.A mad drummer pounded away inside my head, the steady thump, thump, thump making my eyes bulge… or would as soon as I opened them. If I opened them. My stomach rolled uneasily and suddenly saliva flooded my mouth. Okay, I went from dry as the desert to slobbering all over the place… and shit, if I threw up and might as well shoot myself because, oh my God, my head was going to fall right the fuck off. I buried my hands in my hair and pulled. Another flash of pain crashed through me, but the urge to puke retreated. For now.No sooner did I relax an ungodly screaming filled the living area. One frightful scream after the other rolled through my house. Fucking hell, was someone being axed murdered right here? And would they do me next, please? One ear-splitting shriek in particular hit an especially high note and my balls attempted to climb into my body. I sat straight up on the couch, heart thumping crazily and the urge to piss nearly unstoppable. My vision wavered and my head threatened to explode if that shrill screaming didn’t stop. It took me a minute, and several deep breathes, but I figured out the screaming was from the TV I’d left on the night before. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, where’s the damn remote?”I hopped off the couch—not one of my better ideas—and promptly launched into an odd little dance of desperation that involved feet flying and arms flapping while trying to avoid stepping the white cat under my feet. I’d been ten thousand dollars richer if there’d been a fucking video camera around to capture that insanity. Snowball yowled at me then shot out of the living area, fuzzed up.“Are you trying to kill me?” I screeched after the cat, then grabbed my head. Oh Heaven help me. My head, my fucking head, felt like there were screws drilling straight through my skull. I wanted to die.If I didn’t get that TV turned off, I just might. Now that I had a cat-free zone in front of me, I hoped, I lurched across the room and manually shut the damn thing off. Silence swept through the house, the last screaming echo drifting off into nothingness. “Thank you sweet baby Jesus,” I whispered. Now all I heard was the bastard tap dancing in my head. The pressure in my bladder was getting harder to ignore too. Checking to make sure the route to the bathroom was safe, I cautiously whimpered my way to the commode. I barely had time to unzip. Suddenly my eyes were floating, and fuck, I had to piss like a Russian racehorse. I might have actually moaned. I glanced around, thankful neither cat was in here this time and heard that pitiful sound.I dragged myself to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. The clock informed me it was two in the afternoon. Lovely, the day was half-gone. I then raided the medicine cabinet. There’d better be some generic over-the-counter pain pills in there, or I was going to cry like a baby. I fumbled around, scooting stuff out of the way, until I found the bottle. Fixing a glass of water, I then counted out four pills and popped those babies. As soon as the water hit my stomach it gurgled, reminding me how unhappy it was with situation. Toast—I needed something to eat and toast I could handle. So toast it was along with coffee.“Meerow.”Tiger sat on the counter watching me fix my meal. Was it me, or did he look… irritated? Buttering the toast, I ignored him, but that damn freaky stare of his was burning a hole through me. I hunched my shoulders and finally gave in, meeting his eyes. “Okay already. Just stop with the dirty looks. Yes, it was stupid of me. I don’t drink much, and a six-pack was too much. Sorry.”
Snowball poked his head around a cabinet and let out a sad little cry. Well shit, now I really felt like an ass. I hadn’t meant to yell at him earlier. Sighing, I put the butter knife down and went over to him.
TBC
Larry BenjaminJon KeysLily Sawyer Cia NordwellChris T. KatSarah HayesGrace Duncan Victoria AdamsAndrew Q. GordonJC WallaceShelly SchulzElyzabeth VaLey A.R. VonLily VeldenBL MorticiaRenee StevensTali SpencerJulie Lynn HayesNephylim
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