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    Tuesday Tales 48!

    Challenge #48

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    Ruler of #MenageMonday flashfiction challenge
    & FIVE time winner of #tuesdaytales

    Secret Word:


    Noun:  An imaginary wild animal of fierce disposition. Or a person of uncouth or unconventional habits, attitudes, etc., especially one considered a menace, nuisance, or the like.



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  • Ryan Strohman 1:55 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    This was a ruse, she knew, and yet she still found herself treading down the long, dark hallway into the vacant building. The bandersnatch would be expecting her. In the shadowy recesses he’d hide, awaiting her soft footsteps with remarkably controlled silence, eagerly anticipating her arrival until he’d pounce.

    She took two more steps and spotted him, smiling. She looked so innocent in her simple white dress and heels, and yet some would say she was more cunning than him.

    “I see you, Charles,” she giggled.

    The monster crept slowly out from the shadows and smiled back. “Hello, my love.”

    100 words

  • RR Kovar 3:06 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply


    Same dream, every time. His mother in priestess whites walked down the alley, chanting simple protections, building toward something grander, stepping into the circle he’d chalked under her guidance. His first ritual started well.

    In moments, evil things would come, rend the white gown red, leave her empty-eyed and soulless, no hint of his mother remaining in the still form. They’d leave him be.

    He called them bandersnatches, because in all his years hunting monsters, he’d never figured out what they were. So he let the dream play, not controlling it, searching for the knowledge that would permit his vengeance.

    100 words

  • Stacy Bennett-Hoyt (@Rowanwolf66) 3:11 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    She awoke walking abandoned corridors of memory,
    Dead leaves of thought lay
    Scattered in forgetfulness.

    She knew this place.
    Her footsteps echoed other times.
    Fear remembered her.

    Images poked her broken mind.
    Something lived here.
    Something she didn’t want to remember,
    Something she didn’t want to love

    Her voice scuttled down the hall,
    A foolish squeaking thing that woke
    The cold eyes
    She knew so well.
    It was him.

    The word sprang to her lips
    But she forced it down.
    Naming made it real.
    She remembered the blood, remembered the claws.
    Her mind fled
    In terror

    100 words

  • JonathonVolkmer 3:20 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply


    Beamishly she alluriced
    Down the tulgey shadowed wabe,
    And left behind the noinking streets,
    Where noinking cars outgrabed.

    Delicise was every step,
    As galumphing they came after,
    Uffish was their chortling,
    But frabjous was her laughter.

    Manxomely spetened the first,
    no showard, gyring, tovish talk,
    “A slithy lass should show more sense,
    At the hour of the Jabberwock.”

    Their switchblades all went snicker-snack,
    And they burbled as they cratched,
    “But you’re mere borogroves,” she said,
    “And I, a hungry Bandersnatch!”

    Then frumious her eyes became,
    And animolent her dance,
    And with their leader’s head remeaten,
    Away those mimsy lads pananced!

    99 Words

  • Bob Mahone 3:30 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    Some say, “Cold calculating bitch”, but Ronival knew her.

    “Murella,” he would say, “is to be appreciated as the gift that she is to us all. Though on first impression, an untamed bandersnatch, her behavior brings reality to our convictions, unmatched o’er our history.”

    A curious questioner would of course be present to ask, “Wise Ronival, what do you mean by that?” For Ronival was indeed wise, as evidenced by his being the only man living to have met Murella face to face. Others had met her, but none were still with us.

    “She’s honest, and vehemently despises a liar.”

    100 words.

  • Rafe Brox 4:32 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    She was finally out of that hideous pink limo and back in her element, if not her outfit of choice. Frankly, cocktail dresses sucked for wet work, but some scenes didn’t wait for a costume change.

    “Bandy, get your punk ass out where I can see you,” she hollered, voice echoing off damp stone. “I don’t have time for your bullshit tonight.”

    She paused as a snuffling murmur emanated from behind an upended dumpster, and then his shaggy head appeared, with what looked like three hobos’ worth of entrails wrapped around his horns. He gave her an abashed smile and wiggled his fingers in a sheepish greeting.

    Oh, frabjous day, indeed.


  • iamjimmydean 5:05 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    She had never seen a bandersnatch before. She had only read of them in books and heard of them in stories. In fact, as little as she’d like to admit it, she still hadn’t seen a bandersnatch. She heard it in the darkness. She knew it was coming, but she closed her eyes. As the unimaginable beast marched out from the blackest shadows of the woods, she closed her eyes. She felt its breath around her and its teeth closing in, but none of that came with pain. It was absolutely serene as its foul breath enveloped her and she was swallowed whole.

    When she finally brought her self to pry her eyes open, she found her self in what looked to be her apartment. It was dingy, old, and empty, but she knew it was hers. Her single studio apartment, no larger than an oversized storage unit, stood hollow and beckoning before her. Bright lights billowed in from behind and within the folds of light something told her that her friends and family would arrive soon, very soon. It told her this was temporary, the state of things, a waiting place so to speak.

    She had never seen a bandersnatch before. She had read about them and heard of them, but she had never seen one, just like she had never died before. She knew of it, but hadn’t ever personally, untill now.

    232 words

    • iamjimmydean 5:09 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

      ok I just found the rules. Got ahead of myself. Ignore my contribution

      • glitterlady 6:47 pm on July 10, 2012 | #

        All flashes are welcome whether its 100 words or not, it just needs to be 100 words in order to qualify to win 🙂

  • Rakel' Sampson (@SampsonWriter) 5:17 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    “Bandersnatch – that’s what they call me.” His deep voice echoed against the alley walls.
    She stepped closer. This couldn’t be happening. Not on their wedding day. “Please, dearest. It can’t be all that bad.”
    “Yes, it could. This was why I wanted the ceremony at night, when I’m normal.”
    “I just thought you were busy during the day.” Her eyes caught sight of his profile. She sucked in her breath.
    “Busy being an angry menace.” He barked. “Stay back!”
    “Come into the light.”
    He moved, her eyes widened, and soon all that was left was a white shoe between them.

    (100 words)

  • iamjimmydean 5:25 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    She had never seen one before. She had only read of them in books and heard of them in stories, but even then, she knew it was the bandersnatch. She closed her eyes. She felt its breath around her. Its foul bile enveloped her as serenity swallowed her whole.
    When she finally opened her eyes, she found her self in her single studio apartment, no larger than a storage unit. It stood hollow and empty, beckoning her.
    She had never seen the beast. She had only heard of it. Much like dying, she knew of it, but hadn’t till now.

    100 words

  • Sheilagh Lee 5:31 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    “Carmen?” Peter asked.
    “Are you sure that is Carmen? Isn’t she dead?” I asked.
    “It’s Carmen’s ghost. I wish I could hear what she’s saying to me.” Peter continued.
    “She’s saying happy live along life!” I explained.
    “Thanks Zander glad I met you while looking at the mirror in that antique store.”
    “You really should have listened harder Peter.”
    “Why Zander?”
    “My name isn’t Zander and Carmen has been trying to tell you my name.” I explained extending my neck, shifting into my true form and snatching him up in my fierce jaws.
    “My name is Bander, as in Bandersnatch.”
    100 words

  • siobhanmuir 6:01 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    She sauntered toward me, a picture of innocence, her white skirt almost translucent around her legs. Each movement created a hypnotic rhythm to lull me, but a voice of reason screamed at me to run.

    “Oh, come now, there’s no need to fear. I only wish to give you pleasure.”

    Her voice slithered through the air with honeyed sweetness, but her eyes glowed an unnatural crimson, like twin lasers. I tried to bolt, but my body had frozen.

    “I know you. You only thrive on pain. You’re the bandersnatch.”

    Her grin flashed fangs. “Indeed, I am, and tonight I’ll feast.”

    100 words

  • Terry Byrne (@terryism) 6:05 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    Her chubby, pinched-white fingers clutched the picture book, studying doodles, then letting life-size raggy doll Suzy have a look. Shortly, those fingers diddled down to her piddle hole. Rather than search for Momma, lost in the library’s self-help section, Big Girl decided to take herself potty. Seeya later, alligator, Suzy! The nymph braved a dark hallway past adult-section stacks. Skipping back when done, it dawned: “SOO-ZIE!!!” Her space on the bench empty. A grizzled, whiskey-stenched bandersnatch wormed into view. “Looking for your doll, dollie? C’mon, don’t cry. There, kiddo. All done.” Suzy was severed. Her sticky bottom half — gone.

    100 words

  • Afsaneh K (@Afsaneh_Dreams) 6:27 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    If You Could See

    She found the wall and scanned along brick, steadying her step.
    A floral scent loomed over air. Soon, a hand was guiding her elbow.
    “Had you any problems?”
    “None,” she smiled.
    “You should’ve-”
    “It would’ve been bad luck to see me.”
    Silence followed until they halted.
    “Are you sure?”
    Her fingers traced the creases of his forehead, slowed over the sharp digs and craters of his cheeks, and rested on straight lips. No bandersnatch, just a scarred soul. “Make me your wife.”
    He pulled her close with an anguished sound. “I wish you could see how happy you make me.”

    100 words


    • Afsaneh K (@Afsaneh_Dreams) 6:30 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

      I spelt Bandersnatch as ‘Blandersnatch.’ Apologies!

      • glitterlady 6:48 pm on July 10, 2012 | #

        It has been edited:-)

      • setareh342 10:16 pm on July 10, 2012 | #

        I spelt ‘bad luck’ as ‘back luck’ also. I don’t think my brain’s wired properly today!

  • David A Ludwig 7:25 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    The world outside succumbed to static as she descended into the musty catacomb. One of them was here. Her brilliant white dress would draw it to her, before fading in the wash of filthy blood.

    Cocking her head the young woman trailed her fingertips over the wall.

    “I know you’re here,” she sang. “Vermin! Fiend! Bandersnatch!”

    Eyes shone in darkness. Mifuyu’s head snapped to the other side as she rushed the huddled form.

    “I’ll kill you!”

    The appalling stink of the thing worsened when she tore off a leg—snapping jaws and hot thick saliva incensing Mifuyu to greater savagery.

    100 Words

  • Charles W Jones (@ChuckWesJ) 8:03 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    The bandersnatch chased her through the catacombs. She did not understand why it chose today of all days, her wedding day, to show itself. She had known it existed for since she was a child. It always remained just out of her sight. Could it be jealous or afraid that she would forget about it? She had no way of knowing, unless…

    She heard it sniffing for her…a few more seconds…she lunged out from her hiding place to face the beast. It jumped back not expecting her to retaliate.

    “What do you want?” she screeched, facing its fuzzy ugly maw.

    100 words

  • Ruth Long (@bullishink) 8:49 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    Petite. Delicate. Feminine.

    That’s what they see because that’s what they want to see.

    Perfect prey. Easy pickings. Tasty morsel.

    That’s where they’re wrong but they’ll find out soon enough.

    Shadowed. Dicey. Clandestine.

    They cannot resist the corridor of enticement.

    They come hunting. I play the game.

    Sharp: teeth, claws and mind.

    Mine to control. Mine to use.

    Later, at the dinner table, I let them address me by title.

    Usually they waste the privilege with incoherent begging.

    “Please, Bandersnatch. Don’t eat me. Help!

    I tire of the sport so easily these days.

    When will I find a worthy opponent?

    @bullishink / 100 words

  • Rebekah Postupak 9:26 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    “You’re afraid.”


    “You’re trembling.”

    “I’m—I’m cold.” Svieta rubbed pale hands together. Why did he study her so menacingly? She couldn’t harm him. (At least, not here, not yet. Surely he didn’t suspect….?)

    Shadows crept into the alley. A dozen spineless creatures—let them be just cockroaches!—skittered around her ankles. She waited, not daring to breathe.

    At length he spoke. “I consent; you may come. You are ready?”

    (Ready? All my life.) “Yes.”

    He drew the gateway, but then paused. “Say my name.”

    “Yes, B-b-bandersnatch.”

    “No. The other one.”


    Darkness swallowed them in a single bite.

    100 words

  • Jeff Tsuruoka 9:47 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    Lucia waited in the alley where they used to meet.
    It had not changed in the year since… that night. Same detritus. Same shadows.
    She even wore that dress.
    Bandersnatch. A word Grandma used. Lucia never dreamed she’d claim it for her own.
    She heard him before she saw him and then he was standing before her. Her Bandersnatch, created out of her own grief.
    She could still see her lover in it’s face.
    The Bandersnatch dropped a bloody sack at her feet.
    The heads of those who murdered her lover on their wedding night rolled out onto the pavement.

    100 words

  • Lisa McCourt Hollar 10:12 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    Unhappily Ever After
    By Lisa McCourt Hollar

    Once Upon a Time a girl named Alice defeated the Jabberwock, cutting off its head. The Queen of Hearts was exiled and Wonderland saved.

    “I love you Hatter,” Alice said, kissing him.
    “Well that would make you quite mad,” he replied.

    Their wedding day arrived. The White Queen presided over the entire affair, pleased at the union of her dearest friends. Then the Bandersnatch roared. Landing, he carried the Red Queen on his back.

    “I have returned.”

    Before anyone could react, the monster ate the Hatter, the Queen of Hearts reclaimed her throne and they were never happy again.
    Word Count: 99

  • Jeffrey Hollar 10:14 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    Achieving Closure

    It was not the same alley where she’d first encountered him, but close enough as to not matter. He was lying atop a girl in the same unspeakable pose that haunted her own nightmares.

    The pointed toe of Anya’s shoe impacted his ribs with brutal force. As he scrambled to his feet, roaring in anger, she fired. She did not stop firing until no bullets remained.

    Helping his young victim to the mouth of the alley, she bid her remain there. While she felt no desire to galumph, Anya did have the bastard’s head as proof his evil was ended.

    100 Words @klingorengi

  • Kat 10:34 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    Bandersnatch, what did it mean? She wasn’t sure; she hadn’t liked the sound of it, the attitude that dripped from the voices she’d overheard. All she knew was they were talking about her; she hadn’t felt welcome and didn’t expect to at any time soon.
    Her chest felt tight. Her stomach twisted in knots. Why was she putting herself through this? She should just run and get away from it, this and the future she had so desperately been ready for.
    Her head throbbed as she found a door, escaping into the rain letting it wash away her the pain.

    100 Words

  • Miranda Gammella 11:22 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    Title: No End in Sight

    Aidan lurked in the shadows, melding with the darkness so the women in the pristine, white dress woudn’t see him right away. She would consider him a bandersnatch, an old word from Before. The true original meaning had been lost, as he was clearly not an animal, but to this woman, on this day, he was definitely a menace.

    With a grim expression, stepped into the wan light and revealed himself to the woman.

    “No!” she screamed. “Not today! It’s my wedding day! Can’t I at least have that?”

    Aidan shook his head.

    “Haven’t we suffered enough?” she begged.

    99 Words

  • Mark Ethridge 11:44 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    I felt so stupid. Walking down that alley, waiting for that bandersnatch to come out. Terrorizing women like he did. Seven so far. Four dead. Three still alive. Somehow. We’d decided to flush him out. But we needed someone to lure him into the open. Couldn’t ask a woman to do it. Hell. We were trying to protect them. So, we drew straws. I lost.

    So there I was. Walking down that alley. Makeup. Wig. White, shoulder-less dress. And those frickin’ heels. No way was I ever gonna live this one down. Damn, but I looked good.

    100 words.

  • Nellie 11:51 pm on July 10, 2012 | # | Reply

    She panted as she stopped in the alleyway, one hand pressing against the damn brick. Running in a wedding dress wasn’t the best thing she had done. The sound of the traffic became muted. She looked around before spinning around at the footsteps that halted behind her.

    “Well, lovely. That wasn’t nice to make me run after you.” A metallic click as the switchblade, the owner of the voice grinning at her.

    “Because I don’t need to be around a bandernsatch.”

    He paused, tiling his head. “A what?”

    “A beast.” She grinned, teeth sharp as razors. “But dinner will do.”

    100 words

  • Miranda kate (@PurpleQueenNL) 12:54 am on July 11, 2012 | # | Reply

    She stepped out of the storm into the alleyway, her wedding dress falling back down around her. She’d gotten her dates mixed up and had no choice but to run.

    Once they found out it wouldn’t have mattered that she was the bride, the shotguns would have come out.

    She heard the growling from the other end.

    “Oh shut up, I’m here now.”

    “You’re late.”

    “I don’t care, we’ve still got time.”

    “Not much, you know the Bandersnatch mating ritual.”

    She heard the ripping as her dress gave way to her true form – his growl always did that to her.

    100 Words

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