Peachy Kisses – Room 101

Well that turned out a bit different. I think its a revisit to an idea I rather like.

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. M’s prompt was ‘Peach Kisses’

The first time she saw him her body reacted and she knew he was the one. Her father had always told her to ‘choose a date that would make a mate’ and he had all the makings of a fine one at that.

Physically he was tall, broad shouldered and had the kind of jaw you couldn’t help wanting to caress whilst you whispered in his ear to lose his wife and meet you upstairs. The sharp dark blue suite hung like he was born for it and as he walked across the room she noticed more than one of the lesser creatures bristle and stand that little bit closer to the pretty little thing on his arm.

She took out her the peach balm from a small black purse, lingered briefly savouring the sensation as she ran it slowly over her lips, and then put it away as she walked over to the bar where he stood.

Waiting behind him she breathed deep. He smelled like leather and musk and her pulse began to race.

“I’ll take one too” she said smiling at the barman as he ordered whisky sour.

He turned around slowly still leaning on the bar. “So a whiskey lover eh” he said flashing her a broad smile.

She was unnervingly beautiful and his cheeks flushed as she placed a hand on his arm. “A lover of many things, my tastes are varied.”

He turned to face her and extended a hand. His nails were well manicured an there was the all too familiar indentation on the ring finger of his left hand.

“Adam, my name’s Adam” he said attempting to give her his best smouldering look. She loved how they squirmed, no matter how dominant they thought they were they were little more than hormonal sacks of throbbing flesh at times.

Holding out her his hand she walked closer to him. “Adam is it? Well then that must make me Eve.”

He stood frozen for a moment before slowly releasing her hand.

“I…er…”

Placing a finger on his lips she shushed him. She did so enjoy the dramatic, playing with them and watching them melt at her touch.

“Oh come now handsome” she continued standing even closer, her breasts pressed against him. The place was filling up quickly and there were people all around them. She raised an eyebrow and giggled. “I see it’s not only speaking that’s hard is it.”

Feeling more confident he placed a hand on her waist and leaned in as the bar tender slid the drinks over. “So Eve” he said smiling “have you come to tempt me?”

He has a sense of humour she thought to herself. A little corny perhaps but he is trying and normally it was a sign of intelligence. This was getting better and better by the minute. She stared into his dark brown eyes and bit her lip and watched his pupils dilate and nostrils flare. She could almost taste the testosterone coursing through his body, almost feel his urge to taste her.

His hand slipped to the small of her back. “I think we need to be anywhere but here don’t you think?”

“Oh is that so?” She replied. “You haven’t even finished your drink.”

He looked her up and down, taking a deep breath as the sight of the red dress clinging to her curves and her wavy raven hair cascading around her shoulders.

“This drink?” He replied reaching over for it and knocking it back in one.

Oh how they loved to perform for her, once their dander was up and they felt their trousers tighten. The desperation was intoxicating and it made her want to possess them even more.

Placing a hand on his chest she could feel his heart racing beneath the hard ripples of his body. Staring into his eyes she slid her hand slowly downwards and stopped just above his waist. She needed to get him outside, away from the noise and bustle of this place. He was definitely the one and it was time.

“Follow me” she whispered into his ear as she tugged on his belt and snaked her fingertips inside.

He nodded, completely in her grip. They were just so obedient she thought to herself, little more than compliant horny little pups. Holding his hand she ld him from the room, she knew he was staring at her at her backside as walked ahead of him, she was now so in tune with his desires she was certain that she could hear every urge and thought filling him.

She headed out through the heavy front doors and out into the night. The streets were still busy and neon flooded the darkness as rain began to fall. “Down here” she urged and dragged him down an alley that ran behind the building and into a recessed doorway at the end, just out of sight of passers by.

She pushed him against the door as he tried to kiss her, and he looked shocked at how strong she was. Smiling she wrapped her slender fingers around his throat. He wasn’t the first to underestimate her and he wouldn’t be the last. She reached between his legs with her free hand.

“That all you got?” she said smiling. He grinned and tried to kiss her again and once more she shoved him against the wall.

“I’m going to F…”

She squeezed his throat, red manicured nails digging into his flesh. His heart was racing and every fibre of his being craved her. His mind swam with thoughts of pushing her up against the wall and lifting her skirt. She giggled as she stared into his eyes. Did he really think he could satisfy her? He wouldn’t last a minute.

“It’s time” she said, her face now just an inch from his.

Again he nodded and she squeezed him through his trousers.

He was ready and so was she, his body was filled with the testosterone her eggs needed to incubate. Her tongue flashed from between her peach scented lips, into his mouth and down his throat…

He would make a good mate indeed.

One Lonely Lantern – Room 101

>>>Journal_Entry_241Nantucket_Breeze_06June/2032>>>Henderson,Gill>>>_.

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. M’s prompt was ‘One Lonely Lantern’

Robbie loved the hours just before sunrise the most, when the world is still and calm and the sun just the feintest of glows on the horizon. It was a great time to be alone with your thoughts and to think about the day ahead, and it was also the best time to catch fish.

As he looked out across the dark waters the line gave the briefest of tremors and he held his breath and leaned forward for the rod. There was the buzz of a mosquito and a far off siren and though he waited no bite came. It had been strangely quiet all night though and he was just about ready to head home.

Turning from the water he lifted his kerosene lantern to look around for his Dad. The lamp shot shadows across the narrow path that lead to their spot, the tall spruce trees towering above them and the light dancing on the dew that covered much of the thick undergrowth.

“Hey Dad you there?” He shouted, his voice echoing through the darkness and across the pond. No response came.

He stood to his feet and shouted again. “Dad, come on let’s go.” When he did not answer again he began to worry. Since mom had disappeared on them when he was eight he always seemed so far away. Over the years he had become more and more insulated and he seldom left the house since once Robbie had left for college. Whilst he did what he could he always felt guilty that he couldn’t spend more time with the old man.

“Oh come on” Robbie mumbled to himself putting down the lamp and leaning forward to pick up the rod and pack it away but as he placed his hand on the grip the line raced away beneath the water.

“Shit” he exclaimed lifting it up, wedging in in at his hip and grabbing hold of the reel. Whatever this was it was big.

“Hey dad, come on I could do with a hand” he shouted into the darkness, but no answer came back.

Robbie pulled back on the rod and in a quick forward and back motion took up the slack and began to reel in whatever had taken the bait.

“Dad I got one” he shouted again. There was a rustle in the undergrowth and he turned around briefly but seeing nothing again faced the water and continued to fight to land his prey.

He got to his feet and took a step closer to the waters edge, the cold dark waters lapping at the toes of his waders. Whatever it was wasn’t in the mood to give up that was for sure.

He turned around again hearing a snap of twigs somewhere in the darkness behind him. “Dad, seriously come on I could do with a hand. Grab the keep net will you I almost have it.”

There was no response and he took another step into the water. It was close now, he could feel it fighting. One more cautious step took him up to his thighs, the rocks slippery beneath his feet, and he pulled back hard on the rod in an attempt to pull the fish from the water.

With a sudden ‘ping’ the line snapped and he cascaded backwards into the cold dark waters, catching his breath cursing.

“Shit” he barked feeling the water spill inside his waders. Frantically he scrambled to regain his feet but before he could do so he felt something wrap itself around his feet.

“Dad” he screamed struggling to turn to the shore, the silhouette of his father now visible on the bank. “Dad come on help me “ he shouted panicked. “My feet are caught in something.

His father never responded, simply standing and watching.

“Dad please I nee…” he started but was unable to finish his sentence as he was dragged forcefully below the surface. Heart racing he kicked out frantically and for a moment felt freed and gasping surfaced to see his father still stood at the waterside, the kerosene lamp now in his hand and his face quite still and calm.

He tried to shout but felt a force upon his shoulders drag him back under the surface and eyes wide he felt the cold waters begin to suffocate him. He struggled and lashed out but each time he became less and less able to resist until eventually, with no strength left in him, he surrendered to the cold darkness of the lake.

With his thoughts quickly escaping him and a fog shrouding his mind he looked out one last through the water towards the river bank to where his father still stood, the old lamp in his hands. This time though he was not alone, and stood with him dressed all in white was a woman, a woman he recognised still.

Slowly she walked towards where he lay beneath the water, her eyes hollow and the skin on her face pale and hanging from her bones. It was his mother. She had come to take him home…

Nantucket Breeze – Room 101

>>>Journal_Entry_241Nantucket_Breeze_06June/2032>>>Henderson,Gill>>>_.

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. M’s prompt was ‘Nantucket Breeze’

>>>Journal_Entry_241</>Nantucket_Breeze_06June/2032>>>Henderson,Gill>>>_.

I remember the first time she came through you know. It was pretty unforgettable given what happened afterwards.

It was a day like any other when it started, we set out past the breakers and beyond the nets and left the bay patrolling the western shores for any vessels trying to get through. Everything was so still, like nothing we had ever seen – really creepy I tell you. I remember ‘cap hovering about three metres above what should have been a

Things had been pretty quiet since the mines had been laid so mostly it was a pretty easy gig. There were still some desperate or stupid enough to try and it was just a case of standing our ground until they turned back. That or sinking them.

The ‘Nantucket Breeze’ was different though. When we found them they were all pretty shook up and making absolutely no sense at all waving and clamouring from the deck. Carlisle fired a shot across the bows, he loves to shoot stuff for no reason, but they didn’t seem to care at all and when we managed to raise them on one of the old frequencies the Captain insisted they were registered out of San Diego and a Californian state vessel.

Obviously we checked the subnet but there was nothing with that registration in the last forty years and Given that California had been independent for twenty years the boss was having none of it.

The Captain kept going on about a storm and that they’d been blown off course and were coming back up from Mexico but you know the ‘Cap, he’s heard it all before and everyone knows that there’s no way one of our ships would have survived in Mexican waters.

Anyway, you know how it ended – the footage of it got out onto the subnet and someone recognised the vessel and the crew from some old photos and before we knew it the rift was open and that’s when everything really went to shit.

To be honest I am not sure that it made that much of a difference that we sunk her, but what do I know eh…

>>>END<<< _ _ _

Jupiter Glow – Room 101

Incoming voice transmission…

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. M’s prompt was ‘Jupiter Glow’.

No matter how hard they try they can never prepare you for the loneliness of space. The fellows in the white coats test you and explore the extent to which your mind can be pushed but they really have no idea what true isolation will do to you.

You try to retain a degree of positivity but there comes a point when you lose all hope, and for me that point was when I flashed past Mars with my pod still accelerating. Mars was my last hope you see, my salvation. If anyone could have survived the Orion onslaught it was those tough bastards but with my emergency beacon out and navigation systems shot I simply sailed by into the inky black of space.

I doubt it mattered though because there were no signs of life on my scanners. In fact, there had been no sign in any quadrant since I jettisoned at the battle of Ceres Outpost and whilst I had enough supplies to keep me going for a few months – assuming the hydro-recycle unit on my suit keeps functioning – I doubt that I will make it through the asteroid belt to see the glow of Jupiter.

It’s a shame really because my god she is a sight to behold…

Mysterious Mounds – Room 101

It’s been a while since I did anything constructive on here. Let’s give it a try.

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. M’s prompt was ‘mysterious mounds’

Bort slammed an angry fist on the console, lights blinking blue and red as his antennae turning a deep crimson.
“Dexlar, get me a target now” he barked, “and can someone get me a sit-rep on the other advance vessels. We didn’t cross seven galaxies and spend all that time in stasis in search of a new home to fail when we are so close. There is no going back so someone needs to get this vessel online right now and we need to take down their defences.”
“All comms offline Captain, negative on the advance vessels at present. We seem to have emerged from slip stream but all signals are dark.”
Bort turned on the junior offices monitoring the display, two rows of sharp teeth bared in a `snarl. “I swear by the seven moons of Tarl your ancestors will remember my name and shit their pants if you don’t find me those vessels now!”
Dexlar swallowed nervously and punched frantically at the nav console, scanning the low band frequencies for any evidence of the advance party. The thought of his great grandchildren quivering with soiled britches was not something he liked to consider.
“Have I got a target yet” Bort yelled pacing the command deck. The large array of screens before him unusually empty. “Can someone tell me why I’m not seeing anything? Anyone?”
“Sir it looks like something is jamming all signals both inbound and outbound.” Said Dexlar.
Bort stopped his pacing and once again turned on him. “I did mention the pant shitting did I not?” he asked nostrils flaring and yellow eyes narrowed. “I very much think I was quite specific on that matter”
“Sir you did sir” Drexlar replied, his mouth dry and the scales on his neck flushing green then yellow. “I’ve dispatched team alpha to attempt external reconnaissance as all sensors remain offline and auxiliary sensors are unresponsive.”
“Patch me through shit britches” Bort demanded resuming his pacing. “Alpha come in do you copy?” He paused for a moment before receiving a response.
Drexlar tried to patch the comms through to his own station but the captain’s security protocol prevented him.
“Alpha repeat” Bort snapped, “I don’t think I heard you right.”
The purple drained from his face. “…Faecal matter? You mean shit?” he asked quizically. “What the hell is big enough to completely encase a class one destroyer Alpha, make sense damn it or I will have your….”
Drexlar stared at the Captain and then looked quickly away as he turned in his direction.
“Alpha repeat” he continued his tone now wholly less confident. He listened and shook his head. “Are you absolutely certain, without doubt?”
Drexlar and the other junior offices had stopped what they were doing, threat of soiled ancestors or not, and stared at the Captain. The look on his face told them it was not good. They waited for an eternity before Bort spoke again.
“Copy that Alpha, confirming scale estimate irregularities. Can you be certain of the dimension differences?”
The Junior officers slowly encircled Bort.
“One five hundredth? Are you sure?” His tone was barely a whisper now. “Okay copy Alpha leader.”
Drexlar spoke first as the Captain looked up to see the faces of the pfficers around him. “What is is Sir?” He asked. “What’s happened?”
Bort licked his lips, his mouth dry. “Shit…”

The Secret Doors on 75th – Room 101

It’s been a while since I did anything constructive on here. Let’s give it a try.

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. M’s prompt was ‘The secret doors on 75th’.

If Sam was anything he was brave. Or perhaps he was stupid, being as similar as they are when it comes to young men, but either way he was not one for backing down from a challenge. His eyes twinkled and he flashed a broad smile and with the other boys encouraging him he brushed the mop of thick brown hair from his eyes and put his shoulder to the door.

“Sam, you’re going to get us into trouble” said Tom looking about nervously. Being a few years younger but considerably wiser Tom was often the voice of reason. That said, it was pretty obvious that he was not going to be listened to today.

“Relax Tom” Sam grinned, “the place is abandoned no one cares.”

“Come on Sam” shouted one of the older boys. “Leave him be Tom.”

Tom stood back as Sam threw himself at the old door with its peeling paint and tarnished lion’s head knocker. A once brilliant number 7 now hung crooked and swung each time Sam barged into the old wooden panels. Wiping his brow he gave it all he had and with a loud splintering of wood the door gave way, the lock ripping free.

The boys exploded in unison cheering and shouting with the exception of Thomas who looked up and down the street nervously. Fortunately there was no one around to see.

“What you waiting for Sam, go inside” shouted the older boy. “You don’t believe the old stories do you?”

Sam dusted himself off and turned to the group of boys, his face a broad smile and a glint in his eye. “I ain’t afraid of anything” he said folding his arms. “I’m going to be the first person to go in here since…” He paused. Actually no one had lived there for as long as any of them could remember and none of the adults could remember a time when anyone had come and gone from the building.

“Be careful Sam” said Tom walking up the steps to where Sam stood. Sam ruffled his brothers hair and put a reassuring arm on his shoulder. “It’ll be fine, I’ll bring you something back” and with that he pushed through the door and stepped inside.

He turned to wave to th boys outside but the sliver of light from the door suddenly disappeared and he found himself in complete darkness. Suddenly he didn’t feel so brave and he reached out into the inly blackness to try and make his way back to the door but could find nothing. “Tom” he shouted, his heart racing. “Tom, can you hear me?” He paused waiting for a response but there was nothing until he picked up the feint sound of running water followed by a deep booming voice.

“Who dares to enter my halls?”

Sam placed his hands over his ears closed his eyes.

“Who are you boy” came the voice for a second time. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

Sam opened his eyes and stammered am response. “Th-the door “ he said. “I came through the door.”

“The door? My kingdom has no door. Tell the truth now boy. Did he send you?”

“Me?” answered Sam confused. “No Sir, I came through the door. The one on 75^th.”

“75th? Hmm I don’t recall any doors” he replied. “Are you sure he didn’t snd you, he really is most persistent.”

“No really, I just came through the door and now I am here.”

The voice seemed to sigh and mumble to itself.

“Do you plan to stay?”

“No Sir, I need to get home. My mum be worried sick and Tom will get into so much trouble if I don’t go back.”

“Hmm. I would so like some company though. It has been a very long time since anyone visited. No one seems to want to come over. Are you sure I couldn’t convince you it really is rather nice here if you just give it a chance. You and my son would get on famously I’m sure.”

“No really, I should be going.” Sam answered turning back towards where he thought the door might be.

“That’s a real shame, a real shame indeed. I’ve been waiting so long for someone to come over but…” the voice trailed away.

“Yes?” prompted Sam.

“Did I mention we have eternal life?”

Sam shook his head.

“Oh yes” he continued. “and the roads are paved with gold you know.”

Sam continued to inch backwards away from the voice until he felt what could be the door behind him. His hands felt around in the darkness until he found what he was certain was a door handle.

“Sounds great” Sam said as politely as he could with his hear pounding and a tremor in his voice. “If I am not home for tea there will be hell to pay.”

The voice let out a raucous laugh. “Now you see, another thing you don’t have to worry about here. He can’t get in so no worries on that front.” He sounded rather proud. “So how about it Sam, fancy it? There’s loads of room you can stay in my house. There are loads of rooms.”

“Thanks but like I said I need to get going” Sam said and with one movement he pulled open the door and threw himself outside with final desperate words ringing in his ears…”We have ice cream and wifi.”

Fragrant Fog – Room 101

It’s been a while since I did anything constructive on here. Let’s give it a try.

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. M’s prompt was ‘Fragrant Fog’.

James pulled his coat collar high up around his ears as he left the tube station and crossed the road towards the bus terminal. It was cold for the time of year and the night was still, unusually so.

“God I can’t wait for spring” he mumbled to himself as a thick fog wound it’s way across the Thames and crawled through the cold wet streets. He looked at his watch as the white blanket muffled the noise of the traffic and the distant chimes of St Clements as they struck ten.

“Shit” he said angrily realising he’d just missed his bus. He would have to wait another half an hour for the next one.

“Hey mate” came a voice as he crossed into the bus station. “Can you spare any change?”

He rummaged in his pockets.

“Sorry no, got nothing pal” he said looking down at the dishevelled man sat next to the terminal entrance.

“What about brains? Got any of them?”

James stopped in his tracks cocking his head, a quizzical look on his face.

“Brains? What you on about mate? You might want to stay off the booze.”

“Not sure really, just fancied some brains you know.” He got to his feet slowly and took a step towards where he stood. “Go on, just a little.”

“Jesus, no” James shouted stepping back. “Back off man or I’ll call the police.”

“Please mate, I’m gagging” the man continued, his arms outstretched and blood shot eyes wide and wild. He licked his lips, eyes fixed on James. “I’ll only eat a little, I’m just so hungry.”

Panicked by the look on the man’s face he darted past him and raced into the main concourse of the station. A few people were huddled from the cold and the fog and buses stood parked up for the night.

“Mate please” came a desperate shout. “Don’t run it’ll be okay I promise and all over in no time.”

James Turned to see the man shuffling towards him as the for swirled around his feet, arms outstretched and teeth bared.

“Shit, shit, shit” he shouted and turned to run, his heart pounding and his heart racing.

As he ran across the road towards the main ticket office he heard another voice call out to him.

“Hey pal is everything alright?”

James looked around frantically, picking out a figure stood in the doorway to what looked to be an admin block.

“Please, I need your help” he exclaimed pointing across to where the beggar was slowly shuffling through the fog. “That crazy bugger is after me and says he wants my brains.”

The man laughed and emerged slowly from the fog that now filled the air about them. “Brains you say? Have you been drinking?”

James suddenly felt less panicked as he picked out the familiar uniform of the transport police.

“ No I swear” he insisted, “reckons he wants to eat them.”

The officer smiled and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“You know, I could go for some brains myself…”

Scamper – Daily Prompt

“BRAINS!” demanded Chuck, teeth gnashing and arms flailing as he thrashed to extricate him from the tangle of barbed wire around his legs and waist.

“Hey Chuck, do you remember when we young?” Brian asked, his mind a fog and a hunger in his belly that made him want to scream.

“BRAINS!” demanded Chuck, teeth gnashing and arms flailing as he thrashed to extricate him from the tangle of barbed wire around his legs and waist.

“You used to be really active you know” Brian continued, “You were always…what’s that word..?” He trailed off into silence, thinking was getting more difficult and the hunger was unbearable.

“BRAINS!” Chuck demanded again, more forcefully this time.

Chuck had no recollection of much other than the fact that he really wanted some brains right now. If he tried really hard to not think about eating brains there was occasionally a flicker of a different world, but it all seemed like a …like a…something, He didn’t really have the words anymore really, he was just so hungry.

“I’m trying to have a normal conversation with you mate!” Brian snapped. “I know this is all very upsetting but …” the words failed him again.

He looked down and noticed a rather large hole in his military fatigues, and an equally large one in his chest, crawling with flies. “You used to …oh what was that word now…” he said, looking across at his old friend. “You used to love to…”

Chuck had managed to get one of his legs free and celebrated with a rather hearty “BRAINS!”

For the briefest moment of moment Brian felt a clarity of thought and a million thoughts flashed through his mind. He remembered everything. The outbreak, the war, family , friends and so much more.

“Chuck” he said slowly, “I think we’re undead mate!” He felt his thoughts escaping him, like sand slipping through clutching fingers. The hunger was overpowering, he had to fight for every word. “I’ve remembered Chuck” he said excitedly, “I’ve remembered what you used to love to do!”

He looked over and noticed that Chuck had dragged himself free of the barbed wire, leaving much of his right lower leg behind. “BRAINS!” Chuck exclaimed joyfully.

“You used to…it was…you…we…” His voice trailed away, eyes glazing over and his head falling to one side.

“BRAINS!” was all he could muster.

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