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    Tuesday Tales 64!

    Challenge #64

     By entering, every contestant agrees to shamelessly promote and praise the winner on twitter.

    For all discussions about this challenge use hash tag #TuesdayTales

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

    Secret Word:

    Incendiary -adj


    used or adapted for setting property on fire: incendiary bombs.

    of or pertaining to the criminal setting on fire of property.

    tending to arouse strife, sedition, etc.; inflammatory: incendiary speeches.

    4. tending to inflame the senses




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  • Toni Morrow Wyatt 3:40 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    Sweat beaded her forehead, and the sheets clung to her like a second skin. Britney tossed and turned. The nightmare she’d been experiencing for the past several months flooded her senses.

    It was always the same. The incendiary crept around the perimeter of her house pouring gasoline as he went. Taking a match from his pocket, he struck it on the brick façade and stood watching as the flames leapt and crackled.

    The blast of sirens woke her. Muffled voices reached her ears. Jumping from the bed, she flung the curtains wide. Through rivulets of water, she saw the beast.

  • Miranda kate (@PurpleQueenNL) 3:47 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    Steve smiled her while talking to someone, pretending she was visible and she meant something to him. Jackie smiled in return and saw herself picking up a carving knife and plunging it right into his face.

    She looked round the room seeing all the usual faces. They huddled together in their little groups; cold, cliquey and closed. She may as well have been standing on the other side of a fogged up window looking in. They weren’t interested in her, they didn’t see her either; it would take an incendiary device to do that. She smiled; she liked that idea.

    100 Words

    • Miranda kate (@PurpleQueenNL) 3:52 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

      Damn, saw a typo, I will try again:

      Steve smiled at her while talking to someone, pretending she was visible and meant something to him. Jackie smiled in return, and saw herself pick up a carving knife and plunge it right into his face!

      She looked round the room seeing all the usual faces. They huddled together in their little groups; cold, cliquey and closed. She may as well have been standing on the other side of a fogged up window looking in. They weren’t interested in her, they didn’t see her either; it would take an incendiary device to do that. She smiled; she liked that idea.

      100 Words

  • RRKovar 3:57 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    Boiling Point

    They used the water cage to keep him isolated, though it hadn’t been designed for such purpose. I’d tried to explain the flaws in their plan, but they refused to hear me. I quit soon after.

    Now, I watch the flames rise, along with those who’d been blissfully unaware of David Hagen’s incendiary “gift.” That’s how he saw it, why he’d come to us for help controlling it. I’d had ideas about that, too, but they’d chosen to lock him away.

    Anger increases his abilities. I probably should have mentioned that. I search my soul for remorse and find none.

    100 words (sans title)

    • David A Ludwig 7:14 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

      Hey, cool title! Maybe should read other entries before submitting mine. I like yours.

    • Rebekah Postupak 11:03 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

      Awesome story. I want more.

  • Sheilagh Lee 4:21 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    Our kingdom was cursed by our King’s cruelty. For his curse King Tristan was condemned to lay encased in ice, until kindness would free him. Years came and went and still King Tristan was trapped. Desperate women tried incendiary devices, and kisses to free him to no avail. I, Theadora, scoffed but I went to see the King. I found myself pitying him. My hands reached touching where his were, beneath the ice. Tears streamed from my eyes falling on it, dissolving the ice and freeing him. King Tristan took me for his bride, ruling with kindness. His lesson learned.
    100 words

  • Robin Abess 4:47 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply


    Can’t get inside to help. I press my palms against the rain spattered glass, staring into the room where they have her bound to a chair. One of them slaps her, and I wince. Pain builds inside me. I watch as the others leave, as he smiles at her and walks to the door, turning to toss something into her lap. Her large eyes follow his finger as he presses the trigger, causing the incendiary device to explode into flames. Her screams echo in my head. My horror reaches through the barrier and tosses him back into the inferno. Justice.

    100 words {without title}

  • tollykit 5:26 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    Steam swirled and filled the room, condensing as it hit the cold tiled floors, and obliterating the chalked circle, and it’s protective symbols.

    Michael stepped back, bumping into the glass door, and water droplets burst against his back. Stupid! He should have checked the sprinkler system was off.

    A young woman stood, clothed in the flickering flames he’d conjured. She glided towards him, and her smile melted his heart. Fire leapt from her fingers, and he fell; a blackened tumble of charred bones

    The incendiary figure laughed, and danced; ready to devour this new world; burning footsteps marking her path.

    100 words

  • J M Filipowicz 5:50 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    Incendiary Man
    The shower is the safest place for an incendiary man. Like my father, I might spontaneously combust. His ashes were taken by the autumn breeze leaving nothing for my mother to bury. She waits by the window, imagining him alive. I cannot leave her that way. Each morning I wash until my skin shrivels. At work, I keep a case of water at my desk, excusing myself every fifteen minutes to moisten my face and hands in the washroom sink. Still I feel as dry as yellowed grass and live in fear of the spark that will mean my end.

    100 words

  • H.L. Pauff 6:39 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    Steam swirled in the chamber, fogging up its glass walls. Heat blisters rose on Tyrek’s skin, swelling and threatening to pop. Sweat poured from his face, hiding the tears that streamed down his cheeks.

    On the other side of the glass, the Council members laughed and smiled satisfied while Tyrek’s family watched on in horror, their tears not so easily hidden.

    As the heat started to peel off Tyrek’s skin, he watched his son blink away the tears and he couldn’t help but smile. The Council found his anti-segregation speech incendiary, but he knew the movement wouldn’t die with him.

    100 words

  • David A Ludwig 7:12 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply


    Most people have a little voice that tells them to get out of bad situations. Renee’s told her to investigate them. She was like Lois Lane that way, though Renee didn’t have a Superman. Even her police friends weighed in more at Jimmy Olsen helpfulness. Generally that was okay, Renee was used to getting herself out of messes.

    This time a hot—hah-hah—lead on the local arsonist ended with her chained in a dome half full of water, her tipster waiting just outside. He pressed his incendiary hands against the dome.

    Supermen should be standard issue in this profession.

    100 words

  • Jeffrey Hollar 7:47 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply


    Probing blindly, he had taken scarce two steps when he encountered the resistance of a force screen. Judging from the condensation, he’d been imprisoned here for a significant period of time.

    Impenetrable as such energized barriers were, they allowed nothing, even on the molecular level, in or out. He was, quite literally, marinating in a potentially incendiary mix of his own carbon dioxide, expended heat and the other effluviums generated by any living organism.

    He must find the means to escape, and soon, else he would not be alive long enough to contemplate the consequences of failing to do so.

    100 words @klingorengi

  • Juan Pablo Hurtado 9:16 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    The streets bear no soul but his, the concrete veins (and others, too) have been drained of blood and filled with smiting rage water instead. The squall picks up and he uses the fall to wash the crimson off his hands.

    A wail pierces the night at his back. Before he has a chance to turn, something slams him against the smoked glass of a deli shop window, shattering his cheekbone.


    Diamantine incomprehension sets in, but this he knows: the murmurer does not seek an answer.

    The skin beneath his raincoat rends under fiercely incendiary pain. His heart follows.

    100 words

  • michelawalters 10:04 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    With his nose pressed up against the frosted glass, he could see the flickering light as it danced up the wall and across the ceiling. He knew the police wouldn’t understand his incendiary talents, not fully realizing what a true fire-starter he was. Flashing back inside the house, Blake loved to feel the billowing heat right before the entire place was engulfed. With the sirens fast approaching he knew he had little time to leave his flaming calling card.

    Pointing his finger towards the wall, he deftly scrawled the name of his enemy.

    Who was now paying the ultimate price.

    100 words

  • Alissa 11:17 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

    I walk with hands outstretched and the beads of condensation (so many possibilities) appear on my hands then flow into tiny rivulets that eventually pool at my feet. I wade through a sea of missed opportunities and wasted dreams. The edge is a scary place to be. Behind is blue sky and sunshine (at least I feel that way), but I’m moving beyond the comfortable. I’m chasing my dream, right? Then why is it like walking through a cloud? I need something incendiary to feel real again. I can barely see me anymore. Am I going the right way? Help.

    • Alissa 11:17 pm on October 30, 2012 | # | Reply

      100 words

  • LupusAnthropos 12:16 am on October 31, 2012 | # | Reply

    Who said slavery was a thing of the past? As far as they were concerned, it was the future.

    Contrary to the Chicken-Little cackling of politicians thirty years ago, global warming fizzled out and Earth succumbed to catastrophic cooling that overtaxed the power grid and energy supplies.

    It was about this time – or maybe because of it – that the Incendiary race was discovered. Nobody had known of them before, although some speculated that they were the basis for old, fire-breathing-dragon myths.

    Now, ‘cendies were captured and forced to provide heat for homes, offices and especially for saunas.

    100 words.

  • LupusAnthropos 12:56 am on October 31, 2012 | # | Reply

    Strange. The time I’m seeing for all messages on your site is UTC, not EDT or PDT. For example, my story was posted at 6:16PM, my local time, which is the same as 8:16PM, EDT or 5:16PM, PDT, but what I see on the page says 12:16AM for October 31!

    I have checked all of my own account settings, but the only place I could find to select a time zone was in my own blog and that was already set correctly.

    • glitterlady 1:43 pm on October 31, 2012 | # | Reply

      don’t worry about it, I’m kind of lax on time frames for this challenge, as long as you get it in before the judge makes a decision I think you’re good ^_^

      • LupusAnthropos 3:07 pm on October 31, 2012 | #

        Thanks. No problem, but I hadn’t been worried about my own entry – that was just an example. I just mentioned it in case it had, at one time, been correct and then something had happened to change it without your being aware of it.

  • TuesdayTales 64 WINNER – Oct 30th 2012 « GLITTERWORD 4:36 pm on October 31, 2012 | # | Reply

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