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#91 – Intense

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yosh-ginsu

Marbled streams of fire shifted and wound through hissing clouds of acrid smoke.  Fissures broke open like wounds, finding each other and melting into flickering rivers before swollen dams of black rock rolled across and cut them from the night sky.

A maelstrom swirled high above, peppering the shifting rock with ashen pumice as forks of lightning shruck at the ground.

The old man looked on, fingers tightening in his palms.  Tears fell at the beauty of it.  His heart broke as children screamed.

One last toll of the church bell broke the air.

Fire leapt.  The screams stopped.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Yosh Ginsu via Unsplash.

Pompeii sprang to mind when I read “Intense”.  There was a man who witnessed it and survived – Plinny the Younger.  It’s hard to imagine how terrible it was for him to see.

Today’s story title was donated by fellow blogger and author Angelica Kidd, who is just beginning her submission for NanoWrimo as of yesterday!  Follow her progress at https://angelicakidd.wordpress.com/.

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#90 – Corner

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pascal-richier

The tyres weren’t going to take it.  James could already feel the grip yielding against the tarmac.  He could see them in his mind – the rubber twisting and giving way.

“Don’t be afraid to brake.”

He whispered the phrase over and over, patting the break line  as he stared down the opening straight.  The first turn was taunting him: daring him.  Take it right and the race was his.

James gripped the wheel as the crowd hushed.  The timer on the board reset.

He patted the plywood of the soapbox racer and his Dad got ready to push,….

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Pascal Richier via Unsplash.

Well I hope you all had a lovely Halloween!  

Today’s story title was donated by the wonderful K.M. Joshi – graphic designer and musician.  You can find him and follow him (you stalkers, you!) over on Twitter @AuthorKMJoshi.  Suggest your own one word title by popping a comment below or tweeting me @timaustin2k and the next story could be yours!

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Tomorrow: “Intense”!

#89 – Euphoria

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melissa-askew

Blinding green light pulsed through heavy black air, fixing faces like photographs – caught in their euphoria.  Jermain Wallace watched arms and mouths melt together in sexual abandon – tiny slivers of lust matched to music.

The bass trembled in his chest and rode through the floor: the pill dissolved on his tongue.  The faces rippled to blackness and he rose his hands high to worship.

The empty Ibiza desert echoed around him as he opened his eyes.

His shirt was blood-stained.  The blood was not his.

Jermain didn’t care.

The bass was all he needed.  The bass was God.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Melissa Askew via Unsplash.

An interesting image to form a story from this – quite wonderful that I didn’t know precisely where it was going to end up!

Great thanks to supernatural romance author extraordinaire Rebecca Pollard for donating the word.  You can find her on twitter @authorRebeccaP.  Say I sent you 🙂

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Suggest your own words by tweeting me @timaustin2k or popping a note in the comments of this post.  See you tomorrow for “Corner”!

 

#86 – Burning

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thomas shellberg

The flames lapped at the wood and circled in the thinning air.  A large crowd was watching as the fire danced and swelled, entranced by the hypnotic sweep of the blaze.

Music was playing loud and children were dancing.  Cold boxes filled with beer gleamed in the firelight.  The field was full of people talking and laughing together as the last rays of the day sank below the horizon.

The sheriff stepped forward, his hand lifting a microphone to continue his speech.

“Black Lives Matter, they say,…..”  The crowd was laughing.

The children played and watched the white crosses burn.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Thomas Shellberg via Unsplash.

The first image that came to mind with this word was the KKK.  It is a stain on humanity that this group still exists and that any group like this still exists.  But it does and it’s worth remembering that, in these dark times.  Humanity still has a long way to go,….

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See you tomorrow for “Fragile”.

#83 – Suave

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Ross Parmly

The gentleman brushed his finger over the rim of his glass, a low growl shucked carelessly from his throat.

“Thank you.”

His voice was smooth beneath the gravel of age.  His smile was bright.

The stewardess smiled back, bowing her head a little as she poured another splash of red wine into his glass.  With another quick glance, she stood straight and walked back up the isle.

“Old man in 26 D seems nice,” she chirped, stepping through the crew curtain.

“Oh, he’s a regular,” her friend replied.  “Check your pocket.”

The old man’s smile widened when he heard her scream.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Ross Parmly via Unsplash.

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#82 – Intense

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Mason Jones

“It’s,……. lovely.”

“Really?!  Do you think so?”

Jemima’s mother was clapping her hands wildly and bouncing on her toes.

On the driveway before them sat a car.  The metal and glass shone proud in the early morning sun.  The fresh-from-the-factory tires lay scuff free on the brick floor.

“A BMW, Mum,…. wow,…”

“It’s all yours!”  Jemima’s mother ran forward and took the teenager’s hand, guiding her towards car.  The goth girl blinked.

“Soooooooo?” God, why was her mother smiling?

“So,….” Jemima saw her black skirt reflected in the paint.

“I didn’t know they made BMWs in Bubble Gum Pink,…”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Picture by Mason Jones via Unsplash.

Today’s One Word Title was suggested by Angelica Kidd, writer of the “Life of an Aspiring Writer” blog.  On reading the word, a hot pink colour sped into my mind.  That probably says a lot about me but I’ll leave that to my therapist 😉

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#79 – Obsidian

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Julian Böck

It was staring at him.  He knew it.

The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end.  Lewis continued his polishing of the glass case, trying not to look at the reflection over his shoulder.

“Shut up!  They’ve all gone home.  There’s no-one here to look at you.”

Still the jewel stared at him.

Lewis closed his eyes but it didn’t help.  The Jewel reached into his memory: its perfect, cut blackness shining under the cold museum lights.

“Okay!” Lewis swang around, his hand reaching for the Onyx stone and brushing it lovingly with the cloth.

“…. okay,….”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Julian Böck via Unsplash.

Today’s story title was suggested by Sarah Doughty, writer and poet of beautiful words over at Hamstring Eulogies.  Thank you for the word, Sarah.  I hope you enjoy the story 🙂

I’m eager to write more stories based on new words – suggest your one word titles by popping them in the comments section or tweeting them to me @timaustin2k using the hashtag #onewordonestory.

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See you tomorrow for “Hyperbole”.