#Tuesdaytales Extended Edition
THE HOOK
week 10
by popular demand Today’s tuesdaytales is a higher word count
With a twist of course…
Today’s Tuesdaytales is a maximum word count of 1000 words … and as such you have an extra day to contemplate and create this masterpeice… Here’s the hitch… You must enter your first 100 words into the comments and then a link to your blog for the rest of the story.
The trick is that your first 100 words should capture the interest of today’s judge into clicking your link and continuing to read your story. This is a writer’s test in THE HOOK ladies and gents.
Like all the rest of the editions of #tuesdaytales please include your twitter ID and total word count in your comment.
As this is a maximum of 1000 words you do not have to reach that word count you could very well just stick with 100 words if you do not have the time to complete more but with only 100 words you will only be eligible for honorable mentions and not the WIN! A minimum word count of 200 words is required for the WIN that way you still have to include a link to your story on your blog which will re-enforce the whole point of the prompt which is working on your HOOK.
Now Let’s give a round of applause to this week’s judgemaster:
@vamplit
Secret Word:
Spectrum
Inpiration photo:
Today’s photo is provided by the lovely Sue Mydliak you can find her HERE:
She is a published author/illustrator/artist/ and photography. She recently took on the position as Artistic Director for Vamplit Publishing, located in the UK. She lives with her family in Illinois where she works as a Special Education Paraprofessional.
HELLs TOWER!!!!
The challenge starts NOW and entries will be accepted until Wednesday 6PST , 9PM EST (that is another day of time to complete your mission) Due to the increased word count the Judge will be given all of Thursday to comtemplate the winner and then the winner post will be announced on Friday midnight (PST)
Ready, set, bleed!
Good luck on your mission Tuesdaytalians
~glitterlady
Rebecca Clare Smith
October 10, 2011
The candle flame flickered caught up in a backdraft and the catch of my breath. I tried to steady myself.
Don’t let go…
A spider hung in crystalized thread. Its legs curled under it, stilled and dead and coated in dust. Condensed breath curled into the cold air as I stepped down the stair. The damp clung to my lips like pale pearls in the moonlight.
I focused ahead, but still the shadows lengthened. If I just concentrated then they couldn’t get me. My fingers curled around the icy door handle, the candle snuffing out and swallowing me into darkness.
[Continuation at… http://rebeccaclaresmith.blogspot.com/2011/10/tuesdaytales-writers-cut.html
@jocastalizzbeth
990 words
Rebecca Clare Smith
October 10, 2011
*note: The [i] etc bit is just to show that’s italicized.
glitterlady
October 10, 2011
for any future posts of peeps wanting italics using BB mark ups does it ^i^ ^/i^ (I used up carrots instead of enclosing carrots so you can see it replace the carrots for mark up to work)
André van Rooyen (@andrevr)
October 10, 2011
carets/carat/carrot
*wink*
Candie L Campbell (@candiecampbell)
October 10, 2011
“It’s only a photograph,” I whisper as cold sweat beads across my brow. “It’s not there,” I try to convince myself, but the blood stain and demon head remain, staring at me with intense ruby flames where its grotesque eyes should be. I flip the postcard over, wondering who would send me such a horrible picture.
Hi Gracie! Can you believe where I am? Don’t tell mom and dad – shhh I’m counting on you – Transylvania is amazing! We’re not staying long. XOXOX Miss you. Faith
Trembling, I manage to stifle my tears searching for the address of the towering, white castle.
… the rest of the story: http://adventuresofyawriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/tuesdaytales-extended-edition.html
@candiecampbell
1000 Words
Kate Monroe
October 10, 2011
This path has not been walked for many hundreds of years, and for good reason.
She knows what awaits her in the belfry, but unlike those who were entrusted to guard it before her, Camilla can resist the call no longer.
Compelled, her hand closes around the frost encrusted brass handle. The door swings open at her command, and Camilla recoils from the putrid smell of damp and decay that instantly assaults her. She cannot turn back, even though she gags on a rising tide of bile as she resolutely sets foot on the uneven cobbles…
Continued at http://fromkatesquill.blogspot.com/2011/10/tuesday-tales-belfry.html
@KatesQuill
983 words
Kate x
Antonio Angelo (@AntonioAngelo21)
October 10, 2011
i am sorry but could you clarify exactly which words need to be in the story? I may just be being slow? is it just Spectrum, and thoughts of the picture that need to be in it or do we have to use think, monsters, demons, and blood, OH MY!
Jeffrey Hollar
October 10, 2011
The Origins of Sparkle
He had not left her side in over 18 hours. He would not leave her side until either the fever broke or her body failed. The odds of either outcome were too close for him to gauge even at this juncture. She was strong but he knew, all to well, that even the strongest had their breaking point.
Anton Dubrolevic held scant hope that Subject #19 would fare any better than her predecessors. He had warned The Brotherhood that the process was not ready for human testing. They insisted that the Vampire Armageddon could not be allowed. Extreme measures were dictated.
Continuation at: http://jeffreyhollar.com/2011/10/origins-of-sparkle.html
1000 words @klingorengi
M L Gammella
October 10, 2011
Alana walked through town, completely unprepared for the sudden assault of images in her mind. What was happening to her? Her thoughts were filled with a spectrum of evil, of blood, demons, and death. Stumbling, she steadied herself against a nearby park bench.
The silver spiral pendant around her neck sparkled as she moved, reflecting the sunlight. Out of habit, she rubbed the pendant between her thumb and forefinger.
Instantly, the evil thoughts left her mind, just as quickly as they appeared. Breathless and disoriented, she sat on the bench and tried to figure out what just happened.
To be continued at: http://www.mlgammella.blogspot.com
@MLGammella
***Edit*** updated link
http://mlgammella.blogspot.com/2011/10/tuesdaytales-extended-edition-week-10.html
100 words here, 865 total.
glitterlady
October 10, 2011
I always thought the farmers were just being prudish closing the corn maze at dusk, before the spectrum light fades into the distance. How much more fun would it be flashlight in hand racing to find all the markers before the guys did? Dressed up in black jeans, a black sweater and carrying an emergency umbrella hanging from my belt I was ready to take on the maze by storm.
The guys howl like wolves and rustle the corn stalks on the other side.
A cold chill rolls down my spine like someone or something is watching me.
Playing tricks I assumed until…
continued here: http://glitterword.wordpress.com/2011/10/10/spectrum-flashfiction-the-necklace/
895 words
@theglitterlady
Charles W Jones
October 10, 2011
Blood dropped from the heavens. Lady Swan looked up at the sky with a scowl. Her dark lace shawl tried to whip free from her grasp. The sun exploded into a spectrum of red and orange along the horizon. She scanned the ledges. She saw nothing in the trees that barricaded the world away from the manse. Gusty wind sprayed the blood on the windows and the cold grey stones of the tower, drawing demonic faces and sigils.
continued here: http://bizzarofiction.blogspot.com/2011/10/tuesdaytales-hook-week-10.html
1000 words
@ChuckWesJ
Antonio Angelo (@AntonioAngelo21)
October 10, 2011
Berger Manor
The last time Father Flannigan had ridden in a police car it was the beginning of a 10 year journey through a hell of his own making. This time he was accompanying detective Ed Beckel checking out some Church property on some forgotten plot donated a hundred years before.
“Father Michael Flannigan, I am surprised they did not take your collar?”
“They took my congregation detective.”
“How long were you inside?”
Continued here Berger Manor http://antonioangelo21.wordpress.com/
1000 words
@antonioangelo21 at twitter
David A Ludwig
October 11, 2011
The air was still as death. Even the soft click of Kerri’s boots on the cobblestone drowned out the distant thunder, with a sad loneliness that wouldn’t even echo. Stopping outside the deteriorating old cathedral Kerri could hear the far off storm—and wished it would make up its mind to blow on in. If it were raining outside that would at least make her decision to go inside much easier. Kerri wasn’t really surprised Mirro had suggested they meet here, but she shivered under the foreboding gaze of the old building. It seriously felt like it was watching her!
http://by.davidaludwig.com/?p=1119
100/885 words
@DavidALudwig
Cara Michaels
October 11, 2011
Layers
“We need a spectrum analysis. Where’s the Yank?”
DCI Graham’s voice carried down the hushed London street, away from the looming Gothic cathedral, just reaching me and my lukewarm coffee. I’d been pulled out of a dinner party in Miami and thrust on the first flight. No luggage, no sleep—there’d damn well better be more coffee before long.
I clutched my paper cup tightly and headed into the ugly, rubbing sleepy eyes with my free hand, trying to coax some alertness into them for the job ahead. At least they’d be crust free.
“Move it, Demon Girl,” someone called.
100/999
@caramichaels
continuation: http://caramichaels.com/defiantlyliterate/tuesdaytales-the-hook
Bethany Lopez
October 11, 2011
Sweet little Sallie May had traveled all the way to Transylvania from Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her friends and neighbor told her she was crazy, but she had always dreamed of seeing Dracula’s Castle. Upon her arrival in Transylvania, she was met by All Things Vampire, the travel company she had booked her tour with. She had found them online and was relieved when they actually showed up to meet her at the airport. She was tired and jetlagged, so when the small man in a dark cloak took her bags and put them in a long black limousine, she was utterly…
http://bethanylopez.weebly.com/1/post/2011/10/tuesday-tales.html
100/894 words
@BethanyLopez2
Emily Evans
October 11, 2011
100 word Tale:
>Wow, sucks for those of us that don’t have a blog… Just learned about this today, so I guess I missed the extended time limit too. Not that writing two thousand words is all that difficult, but being required to having a blog is a real deal breaker for the internet un-savvy writer. It almost feels like class segregation. And I guess I’m stuck riding the short bus… again! I feel really bad right now. I think I’ll crack open my emergency stash of Häagen-Dazs® double chocolate rocky road. I was really looking forward to the extended word challenge too.
Word count: 100 words
glitterlady
October 11, 2011
Hi Emily,
the extended edition is still going on… it doesn’t close until Tomorrow. As for not having a blog, You can still participate in the challenge either by getting someone else to support your story on their blog or there are many blog/hosting sites that make having a blog very easy. Thanks a bunch, this whole extended edition was made because you requested it and then others showed an interest as well.
Candie L Campbell (@candiecampbell)
October 11, 2011
Emily, I will gladly post your story on my blog. Feel free to email me at candie (at) candieleighcampbell (dot) com if you’re interested. I’d hate to see you miss out on the fun.
You can view my blog here: http://adventuresofyawriting.blogspot.com/
David A Ludwig
October 11, 2011
If you have no other options for getting your extended version up, you can always put it on my site. Click my name for the link to my site, there’s a link to the About page at the top of the site, and my e-mail address is there.
You can e-mail your full version to me and I can post it for you. Though like Glitter said, there are other options if this one doesn’t appeal to you.
Michael A. Kozlowski
October 11, 2011
Though ancient in human terms, the demon was considered young among his peers; a novice. Hidden in the shadows of the bell tower, he rested his chin on a scaly forearm and gazed out at the village below through fiery eyes. He was pouting.
“Stupid church, stupid village, stupid people,” he whined.
Most would consider it unusual for a demon to take up residence in a church. Most would, justifiably, think it impossible, assuming that the holiness of the structure would forbid such an occurrence. This, however, was a church where, as is sometimes the case, bad things happened.
http://mikekozlowski.com/Free_Reads.html
The link is to a page on my website, where I posted the story. I hope that’s okay. My blog is currently hosting a new post (which, if your interested, you can find here: http://blog.mikekozlowski.com/ )
830 Words
@MAKozlowski
Nicole
October 11, 2011
Luraleen Davis’ mother always told her that good girls grow up to be good helpmates to their husbands, so that’s what she did. And for thirty-nine years, Luraleen bought into her mother’s ideas until one day something inside her broke.
I should know — I was there for all of it.
“Nice flowers,” she said. The man she planned to kill – George Stollen, his name was — was tall and thin, like a scarecrow. Someone had scrubbed those floors of his nice and clean. I could see Luraleen was running through a spectrum of possibilities in her head. “You’re married?”
Continuation at http://nicolewolverton.com/?p=460
@nicolewolverton
829 words
Lisa Hollar (@jezri1)
October 11, 2011
Hell’s Tower
by Lisa McCourt Hollar
The only warning came from the old, blind fortune teller. Blocking traffic, she stood in the middle of town, screaming that we were at the dawning of a new age.
“Babylon will rise,” she cried, “carrying the master to his throne! Accept his reign or be sent to slaughter!”
“Get out of the way, you old bat!”
Pointing a gnarled finger, her milky white eye boring into the offender, the witch continued, “Your flesh will feed his army. Your bones will fortify his tower. Your child’s blood will be used to cleanse him and all mankind will curse your name.
Continued at http://www.lisamccourthollar.com/2011/10/hells-tower.html
Word Count: 100/966
jezri1
jendauthor
October 12, 2011
The Heart of a Demon
by Jen DeSantis
Selena shifted, her raven hair lashing in the wind and then disintegrating. Her form melted into the night as she transformed, wings and feathers taking flight. Raxaceth pounded his fist against the crumbling church wall. Powdered debris fell to the ground.
“Someone will see that,” I commented.
“So?” he asked. “You lost her, Leteh.”
I shrugged at the accusation, my crimson eyes blank as the night sky. Raxaceth cursed me again before dissolving into the ground. I stared at the spot where the girl had taken flight. He might think I’d lost her, but the chase had only just begun.
100/959
Link to continuation: http://jendauthor.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/the-heart-of-a-demon-extended-tuesdaytales/
@jend_author
Lena Corazon
October 12, 2011
“The Dark Prince”
I’ve been trapped here countless times, locked in this maze of dank, fetid passageways, this tangle of crumbling tunnels and halls.
I’m no stranger to this world of darkness, and yet familiarity doesn’t lessen the panic that clenches my heart. As always, blood roars in my ears and adrenaline pumps through my veins. I forget to breathe while I am here, confined, claustrophobic, hunted. He is in the shadows, watching, stalking, waiting for me to crumble, the dark prince that consumes my thoughts and, it seems, my dreams. It’s his castle that holds me, his dungeons that imprison me.
99/870
Link: http://lenacorazon.com/2011/10/11/flash-fiction-tuesday-tales-extended-version/
@LenaCorazon
superhappyjen
October 12, 2011
Oh poo. Would you believe I based my story on the wrong picture? I guess I won’t be entering it.
glitterlady
October 12, 2011
what picture did you write your story on ? does it include haunting and blood? if so that still relates to the picture.
samantha12jane
October 12, 2011
“Just WHAT have you gotten me into this time, Jonas?”
Evie had a boulder in her stomach as she looked up at the sixteenth century Gothic castle.
The stone edifice was very…formidable, imposing.
It was freaking huge, and terrifying. It looked like Dracula’s summer home. Or what the delusionoids from Hot Topic pretended the mall to be.
Jonas grinned down at her, his blue eyes dancing.
“The locals call it ‘Hell’s Tower,’” he explained, handing her a pamphlet. “Legend is, this castle was built purely for torture. It was a sort of jailhouse for the most damned souls.”
@Samantha12Jane
654 words
To be continued:
http://samantha12jane.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/sleepover-at-hells-tower-the-hook/
J. Whitworth Hazzard
October 12, 2011
[The Hook: 100 words]
The Xiao-Li jungle at night was deeply unsettling. It was hot as the Devil’s balls, even by moonlight. All the scurrying and slithering just out of sight in the underbrush made the grunts jittery.
“Hell’s Tower, this is Bravo One. Seismic tumblers are in place. We’re heading back. Can I get a spectrum check?” LT’s radio squawked.
“You want sparkly balloons and your blankie too?” The Comms officer chuckled.
“Fuck you Shana, run the sweep.” LT was in no mood for games.
“Jeez, LT. I was just fuckin’ with ya’. You ain’t afraid of the dark are you?”
[And now for the REST of the story...] HERE: http://zombiemechanics.com/2011/10/tuesdaytales-extended-challenge-creepers/
Nellie
October 12, 2011
The Blackbird hovered over the tower as Alex stared down at it, a small grin curling his lips. It was luck that he saw it in the distance and had his men fly closer.
There were whispers behind him. He raised his gaze to see several of the sailors, hardened men who had seen and done many things, pale and sweating.
His brow rose. Granted, the hairs on the back of his neck rose up as well, but he pushed it aside.
Sailors were a superstitious lot.
The rest is here:
http://wp.me/p1LUGE-24
**edit**
1000 words
@solimond
Nellie
October 12, 2011
D’oh. Forgot this part.
1000 words
@solimond
M L Gammella
October 12, 2011
I didn’t have the rest of my entry done when I posted my first 100 the other day so here’s the link to the continuation of my story.
http://mlgammella.blogspot.com/2011/10/tuesdaytales-extended-edition-week-10.html
100 words here, 865 total.
@MLGammella
Call_Me_Bookish
October 12, 2011
“Mona, they were on hooks!”
“Who were on hooks, amada mia?”
“I don’t know. Just people. People were on hooks and covered in blood. I walked under them and their blood dripped on me,” explained Nedra in an excited, little voice as she used her hands to show how dripping blood fell.
“Again? You dream this dream dos veces esta semana,” said Ramona as goose bumps pricked up along her arms. She turned the facet down and rubbed the plate in her hand a little more slowly. She gingerly glanced over her shoulder and saw Nedra sitting there. She breathed a sigh of relief because she had half expected to find a demon in the place of her little girl.
@Call_Me_Bookish
1,000 Words
Call_Me_Bookish
October 12, 2011
“Mona, they were on hooks!”
“Who were on hooks, amada mia?”
“I don’t know. Just people. People were on hooks and covered in blood. I walked under them and their blood dripped on me,” explained Nedra in an excited, little voice as she used her hands to show how dripping blood fell.
“Again? You dream this dream dos veces esta semana,” said Ramona as goose bumps pricked up along her arms. She turned the facet down and rubbed the plate in her hand a little more slowly. She gingerly glanced over her shoulder and saw Nedra sitting there. She breathed a sigh of relief because she had half expected to find a demon in the place of her little girl.
@Call_Me_Bookish
1,000 Words
Keep reading: http://bit.ly/qplxQn
frognonymous
October 12, 2011
(How’s this for last minute posting? Silly work really cut me down today.)
Going down, Leisl. Going down down down down, into the dark, with the worms and the bugs. And when you’re dead, the worms will crawl in and out of your body, Leisl. Can’t you feel them? Burrowing beneath your skin? You’re dead, Leisl. You’re dead and the bugs are eating you. Can’t you hear them? Munching and crunching on your insides. They sound like Rice Krispies, don’t they? They’re in your eyes, Leisl. Can’t you see them? Wiggling away, munching away, burrowing and eating and soon you’ll be with us. You’ll be one of us, down in the dark.
Link to rest of story: http://frogpocalypse.wordpress.com/2011/10/12/4/
99/995
@FatWriter
David Powers King
October 12, 2011
Awesome stuff! Love the tower picture.
glitterlady
October 12, 2011
Great entries everyone! Some terrific stories, Vamplit will have their hands full.
1 more hour until entries are closed and the judgement begins!
goodluck!
Karen Valenzuela
October 13, 2011
It was the discoloration of the wallpaper in the corner of the room. She was obsessed with the way the paper was immaculate everywhere else, but that this one little corner had strips of paper curling up like a dead flower petal. All she had to do was touch it, and she knew it would snap off in her fingers.
Instead she stared at it, afraid to move closer. She slept with one eye open. She tried once to move her dresser in front of it, but it peaked out from under the wood, taunting her further.
Link to my blog with the rest of this tale: http://victorianoir.tumblr.com/post/11374594595/tuesday-tales-twitter-writing-contest-submission
97 words/ 993 words
@VictoriaNoir89
glitterlady
October 13, 2011
notice to entries, @vamplit will have until monday to relay the winner to me due to the volume Wendy must read over. Winner will be posted later Monday for all to rain worship on the writerly prowess that is #tuesdaytalian winners!
Test Anchor
March 26, 2012
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