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Here's a happenin' 500-word selection from our WIP, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds. Hope you enjoy it!
“Ahmose, please, just trust me,” Mondo Katou begged, gripping
Ahmose’s hands between his own.
Ahmose snarled, baring his fangs, and pulled his hands away.
“I would rather eat my own hand than work alongside someone
like you!” he spat.
“Ahmose, please,” Bernie soothed, wrapping his arms around
Ahmose. “I can’t say I trust or like him either, but something isn’t right. Not
only do things just feel wrong, but I’ve been looking through these security
screens.”
“My beautiful nerd boy,” Ahmose declared, giving an
uncharacteristically nervous chuckle. “He can’t resist touching the tech. So,
what have you discovered, my love?”
“Fucking hot in here,” Gregory complained, fanning himself
with an empty cookie bag. “Is there a fan that you can turn on by chance?”
“I think it’s this one,” Mondo Katou mused for a moment
before flipping a switch.
“Well, lucky you didn’t leave us all in the dark, I suppose,”
Ahmose quipped. “Not that I’m sure it does us any good. You’re sure this is the
monitor for the outside of the base, Bernie?”
“Positive. Those things that look like jewel shards floating
in space are what appear to be outside. I heard rumbling a few minutes ago and
was expecting to see rain, but…”
“Maybe it’s a screen saver,” Gregory suggested. He was
clearly beginning to panic as he toggled the monitors.
“Hey, Gregory, it’s all right,” Ahmose said, gently but
firmly gripping Gregory’s hands. “Come on, let’s focus on something else for a
minute. What was the last song you remember hearing?”
“It was Amy Winehouse,” Gregory replied, sniffling as bloody
tears began to run down his cheeks. “My girl Amy. Theo and I had taken his
latest project out for a spin, and I plugged in my new MP3 player. Amy was
singing “I’m No Good,” and we were riding along in Theo’s tricked-out 1910
Whiting Runabout. He did such a good job on it. You’d love it, Ahmose! But then
this storm came up, and I guess we must have had an accident. I remember that
everything went dark, and I was rolling and tumbling through storm clouds.
There was such a strong smell of roses…oh, God, Theo gave me roses the first time
we…oh, hell, I don’t even know what’s real and what’s a dream! Is my soul in
hell because of my sins?”
“Gregory, we must have courage,” Ahmose insisted. “Things
are messy at the moment, and whether it is magic or technology which has us in
this predicament, I don’t know, but I am certain of one thing. We exist, in the
flesh. We need to see if we can make our way around the base and hopefully find
some of our companions. I know you feel vulnerable. Hell, I’m scared out of my
mind. But you can lean on me and Bernie if you start to struggle. We’ll talk,
we’ll say a mantra, we’ll tell stories, we’ll sing songs. Whatever you need to
do to get through, that’s what we’ll do.”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Prompts Used:
Word Salad:
courage
exist
lean
magic
mantra
messy
soul
stories
struggle
talk
vulnerable
way
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