This week’s prompt is a chain story! I’ll give you the first line, and someone else comments and builds off that line. Next commenter will build off that line, and so on.
In the event of two commenters posting at the same time and sending the story in different directions, just pick the line you like best, or try to incorporate both if you can.
The flight was delayed and no one would say why.
Let the fun begin.
Wendall shifted in his seat, failing to control his breathing, his hands clutching the locked suitcase in his lap.
ReplyDelete"Sir, you'll need to stow that in the overhead bin, or slide it under the seat in front of you."
ReplyDeleteHe trembled, considered what was in it and forced himself to put it above.
ReplyDelete“Sir, I’m sorry, but you have to stow your briefcase overhead or under the seat before we can leave the terminal,” the flight attendant nervously repeated her request to the passenger sitting next to me. He wasn’t about to let get of his precious cargo.
ReplyDelete“Sir, do you understand what I’m saying, you have . . . Oh my God, no, no . . .”
Wendall stared, breath caught in his throat. It couldn't be!
ReplyDeleteAnd now, with the portal opened, and its bright light shining in the stewardesses face, Wendall was not sure if she would be sucked in before the horror flowed out.
DeleteJust a tentacle poked out, but it was more than enough to start a full-blown panic if anyone saw.
ReplyDeletehe pulled a talisman out from under his shirt and gripped it tightly. he chanted the ancient words that had been keeping the thing at bay.. "Torrit mogarta blento miskopa".
ReplyDeleteThe flight attendant whipped out a pen and shot a laser-like green beam at the tentacle. With a pop, it disappeared and the screen went black. Wendell was confused. Did his words pull the tentacle thing back in, or was it that strange beam? And how did the flight attendant seem to know what to do?
ReplyDeleteAs she was putting her pen back in her pocket Wendell caught a glimpse of an inscription on the pen. Although he didn't quite make out what it said, he could see that the characters were written in the same secret language that was etched into his talisman.
ReplyDeleteThe flight attendant winked and gently lifted the briefcase and placed it in the overhead compartment. "You won't have to worry about this for a while". she said.
Ding!
ReplyDeleteA young mother with an impatient toddler had pressed the call button. The stewardess turned and headed to the front to assist them.
"M-miss! Excuse me!" Wendall said as she left.
She looked over her shoulder as she continued to walk. "Just a moment sir."
"How did you... what was that in your hand?"
"I'm sorry sir. I'm not sure what you're talking about." She looked confused. No, more than that. Something about her was different.
"The pen. Let me see it!" he said, struggling to undo the seatbelt and stand up at the same time.
"Hey man, calm down," a voice behind him said. Wendall felt a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure we're gonna take off soon. You don't need get all anxious."
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ReplyDeleteThe hand on his shoulder sprouted a long green tentacle.
ReplyDeleteWendall held in the scream as he gripped his talisman.
ReplyDelete"It's alright. We're going to be leaving very soon." The voice spoke behind him, repeating his words with a quiet voice. The touch of giddiness in his tone made Wendall's stomach turn. Where was that flight attendant?
Claire was getting snacks and drinks for the passengers. "Stay calm and focused. It's very important to maintain my cover as a flight attentant", she thought to herself. Clarie had been training for years to become a Special Agent. This is her first day on the job.
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