tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post8808863358110231639..comments2024-03-27T10:02:56.747-04:00Comments on Fiction University: Writing Prompt: The Chain Story: Quite the Delay Janice Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356672149097741248noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-83247214814315174662016-07-29T03:49:54.198-04:002016-07-29T03:49:54.198-04:00Claire was getting snacks and drinks for the passe...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.Melodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09136222564933396828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-51827626157360076172016-07-24T20:44:21.672-04:002016-07-24T20:44:21.672-04:00Wendall held in the scream as he gripped his talis...Wendall held in the scream as he gripped his talisman. <br />"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? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-28078015719373732272016-07-24T19:17:49.024-04:002016-07-24T19:17:49.024-04:00The hand on his shoulder sprouted a long green ten...The hand on his shoulder sprouted a long green tentacle.JCnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-75065119703848900182016-07-24T17:44:08.832-04:002016-07-24T17:44:08.832-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Scrutinizerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07903481142587740944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-54435727322552335032016-07-24T17:12:51.057-04:002016-07-24T17:12:51.057-04:00Ding!
A young mother with an impatient toddler ha...Ding!<br /><br />A young mother with an impatient toddler had pressed the call button. The stewardess turned and headed to the front to assist them.<br /><br />"M-miss! Excuse me!" Wendall said as she left.<br /><br />She looked over her shoulder as she continued to walk. "Just a moment sir."<br /><br />"How did you... what was that in your hand?"<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />"The pen. Let me see it!" he said, struggling to undo the seatbelt and stand up at the same time.<br /><br />"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."Scrutinizerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07903481142587740944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-38089054053668776762016-07-24T15:47:08.541-04:002016-07-24T15:47:08.541-04:00As she was putting her pen back in her pocket Wend...As 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.<br /><br />The 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.Magatopia Buzzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10768676376649945572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-64632740025031094082016-07-24T15:00:31.159-04:002016-07-24T15:00:31.159-04:00The flight attendant whipped out a pen and shot a ...The 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?Linda Petershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00948229585260390657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-74737614034512169882016-07-24T14:47:19.427-04:002016-07-24T14:47:19.427-04:00he pulled a talisman out from under his shirt and ...he 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".<br />Magatopia Buzzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10768676376649945572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-21889795905382225962016-07-24T12:22:17.784-04:002016-07-24T12:22:17.784-04:00Just a tentacle poked out, but it was more than en...Just a tentacle poked out, but it was more than enough to start a full-blown panic if anyone saw.tracikenworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14456055073641364105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-33965019823190272462016-07-24T12:07:14.198-04:002016-07-24T12:07:14.198-04:00And now, with the portal opened, and its bright li...And 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.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02787259249720031535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-20074923851745267342016-07-24T11:27:19.060-04:002016-07-24T11:27:19.060-04:00Wendall stared, breath caught in his throat. It co...Wendall stared, breath caught in his throat. It couldn't be!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04109330672441875287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-81508841627043187782016-07-24T10:31:58.842-04:002016-07-24T10:31:58.842-04:00“Sir, I’m sorry, but you have to stow your briefca...“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.<br /><br />“Sir, do you understand what I’m saying, you have . . . Oh my God, no, no . . .” <br />Ron Fitchnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-90395344990905189522016-07-24T10:31:53.597-04:002016-07-24T10:31:53.597-04:00He trembled, considered what was in it and forced ...He trembled, considered what was in it and forced himself to put it above.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-24180016742648045442016-07-24T09:56:53.966-04:002016-07-24T09:56:53.966-04:00"Sir, you'll need to stow that in the ove..."Sir, you'll need to stow that in the overhead bin, or slide it under the seat in front of you."Laura Rueckerthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12267281174937559086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-1846530551237118532016-07-24T07:06:08.907-04:002016-07-24T07:06:08.907-04:00Wendall shifted in his seat, failing to control hi...Wendall shifted in his seat, failing to control his breathing, his hands clutching the locked suitcase in his lap.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166550751939493778noreply@blogger.com