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Ten seconds later (August 31 st)

 

Bullet noises invaded the laboratory. Yolande raised her head from her microscope and lifted an interrogational brow to Amanda who shook her head no and waved her lady doctor to keep working. She only started worrying when she heard bumps on the door.
– Yolande, babe, what are you doing ?

Yolande, always the analyst, started to pile files.
– Gathering intel about our enemy, his gun force and then formulate a response.
– We’ll be dead by then. Let me handle this.

Amanda put her bionic leg on, fetched her hatchet and burst the door open.

Ten seconds later the corridor was quiet.

This post is an answer to today’s prompt of the Dailypost : Decisions, decisions.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the last installment.

I think I deserved myself a Leo toasting with champagne gif.

leochampagne

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Only one leads to them all (August 30 th)

Danny  shuffled casually the pages of the grimoire. Lucy and Derek stared at him eyes wide, jaw dropped.

– What are you gonna chose ?
– Invisibility ? Reading thoughts ? Eternal Youth ? asked Derek

Danny shook his head and tssk-tssked them both and closed the book.

– Oh, come one Dan, what’s your plan ? Lucy said sitting next to him.
– Guys you really need to think ahead. All good things come to an end and only one leads to them all : power.
– Yeah, I’d like that, Derek dreamt aloud.
– Get ready, we need to make an offer to our goddess of wealth.
– A gift ?
– A corpse.

This post is an answer to today’s prompt of the Dailypost : Forever Young.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 51th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Only 3 hours to go (August 28 th)

This post is an answer to today’s prompt of the Dailypost : The Middle Seat.

It is also a part of the Casey and Sabina’s Saga. It takes place just before « Libérée, délivrée« .

Alexander arrived at the boarding gate out of breath. He was finally going home.

On the plane, he was relieved he got himself a window seat.
“Only 3 hours to go” he thought.

– Hi, said the young woman sitting herself next to him.

He waved hello.

– Went to the duty free ? she asked, pointing at the plastic bag on Alex’s lap.
– I’m proposing tonight, I can’t come empty ended
– How exciting ! Who’s the lucky one ?
– Casey. Casey Chambers. My darling Casey.

The woman sighed loudly.

– I’m afraid you’re not.
– What ?
– Your father wants you back at the Plant.
– No way.

Former episodes of the saga :

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

3/ Wish him well

4/ Purple hair, purple hair

5/ Out of his mind

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 49th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Try me, hold me, love me (August 26 th)

Tonight I thought I might try to tell a story as a song. It’s supposed to match this music.

Come and linger
At a parisian restaurant
He’s the chief waiter
I’m a regular client

Will you dare, will you dance, will you ask
“Would you take my number ?”
You’ve already got my heart
Try me, hold me, love me

He’s coming at my table
Sliding between chairs and people
Sorry miss, we’re gonna close
The door, please take this rose

He does not realize I suppose
I came for him not a flower
I guess I’ll ask him later
Am I the one he chose

Try me, hold me, love me
Oh take a chance on me, on me, on me

This post is an answer to today’s prompt of the Dailypost : Take a chance on me.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 48th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Prem’s au bar (August 26 th)

 

Gia peignait depuis des heures. Elle suait devant sa création, en transe, détaillant des flammes autour d’une maison. Leurs mouvements se confondaient avec ceux du corps de Gia.

À l’entrée de l’atelier, ses amis l’observaient, figés.

– Elle est au courant pour la mort de ses parents ? demanda Danny entre voix basse et ultrasons.
– Non et c’est mieux comme ça, répondit Alice.

Gia apparu devant eux, comme par magie.

– Vai bene ? demanda Alice.
– Benissimo : ma mémoire reviens quand je peins.

Alice et Danny frissonnèrent.
– 
Prem’s au bar pour mes 16 ans !

Gia partait déjà.
– 
Il faut agir. Ce soir, déclara Danny.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  : Only 16.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 47th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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For I’ll be sleeping sound (August 25 th)

Hiding it in my pocket
Or a Fish tank or a rocket
Away from the pry
Sorry mate, I gotta be sly

You wanna know what it is
This little parcel of mine ?
Does it whittle? Does it shine ?
Telling’s my pleasure, I’m dibs.

A magic trick : I’m literally ripping
A word out of the life dictionary.
Won’t leave you feeling icky.
But you’ll see some glue dripping

I’m changing the world
From A to Z. Effortless
Revolution, gently swirled
With a book, and a prowess.

There you go, bigotry is out
Go celebrate but please don’t shout
For I’ll be sleeping sound
Knowing my homies are safe around

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  No, thank you

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 46th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Not on my flyplan (August 24 th)

Amanda had built her plane alone and won the respect of everyone in the airport. She was their little princess in a fly jacket. « Foolish » she thought but didn’t rebel since they all respected her privacy when she was perched on a wing working on her baby.
Excuse me ?

Amanda almost fell. She shot a mad look at the stranger.
Would you consider taking a passenger ?
– I’m flying nowhere now, she said staring at her broken goggles on the floor.

He took his shades off and gave them to her.
– And now ?
– You’re not on my flyplan.
– Maybe you’re on mine.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  Que sera sera.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 45th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Let the blessed one have it all (august 23 nd)

5e épisode de la saga Morning Light.

5th episode of the Morning Light saga.

1/ Queen of the party

2/ Not in my name

3/Morning Light

4/ The one she had always fancied

 

Dana quietly exited her robbery place, my house. She stopped by the altar in the garden and chanted the ancient prayer “Let the blessed one have it all”. She laughed and took a bite of dried mushrooms lingering on the stone.

I followed my instinct and searched for food. My mother, the family’s foreseer, had hidden a bread and a honey jar.

I ate while Dana fell to the floor.

– Take this, I said, rushing a spoonful of honey in her mouth.

She rebelled.

– It’s an antidote !

She sulked and I walked away in the sunlight piercing through the fig trees.

 

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  : That stings !

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 44 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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The one she had always fancied (august 22nd)

4e épisode de la saga Morning Light

4th episode of the Morning Light saga

1/ Queen of the party

2/ Not in my name

3/Morning Light

 

I crawled my way out of the village and found my parents’ house empty. Pain ransacked my stomach while thirst dug a tunnel in my throat. A scare crossed my mind : what if they hadn’t left any food behind ? I fell to the floor, knees cut by stone and sand. Why did the Goddess save me ? I meant to cry but had no tears in my eyes. A soft voice came from the house. Dana’s voice. She approached, carrying my corn doll and the cover mama weaved me, the one she had always fancied.

– Why ?
– You failed as a martyr, you’re nothing. What was yours is mine now.

 

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  : Green Eyed Monster.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 43 nd installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Fertilizer for the poor (august 21 st)

6e épisode de l’histoire de Casey et Sabina, où nous retrouvons Casey dans une gare au Brésil

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

3/ Wish him well

4/ Purple hair, purple hair

5/ Out of his mind

6th episode of Casey and Sabina’s adventure. We follow Casey in a train station in Brasil.

Casey looked at the giant on the deck with a dropped jaw. She had to break her neck backwards to see his long beardy face. Pale blue eyes pierced below his messy brows.He offered her a warm and delicate handshake. She responded with a shy smile and tossed her backpack on the truck font seat.

– Go ahead, ask.
– I beg your pardon.
– About why I’m so big.
– I’m not that rude.
– I ’ll tell you anyway. Me and mama ate roots. Scrawny midget I was.

The doctor gave blue and red pills two times. Fertilizer for the poor he called it.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  : Red Pill, Blue Pill.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 42 nd installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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