Aug
08
2016
0

#MondayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “Hospitaller vs Templar”

In the distance from Mar Saba, a Knight Hospitaller and a Knight Templar stood before each other in full battle dress.

“It’s time you pay for your blasphemous words-” started the Templar before being cut off by his rival.

“Don’t pretend this is anything but settling old scores, Templar pig filth!” The Templar bristled at this insult. The Hospitaller continued. “But know that whoever wins, returns to the War Of Saint Sabas with a win for his order!”

“Agreed! Let this be our final battle!”

Both drawing their swords, they raised their weapons and charged at each other in anger.

Via today’s inspiration, a Knight Hospitaller and a Knight Templar faced off during the War Of Saint Sabas. This is actually very fascinating to me. I wonder if the Knights Hospitaller and Knights Templar ever fought each other before or after. Well, enjoy!
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Jul
27
2016
1

#WednesdayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “Sixteen String Jack’s Coots”

Sixteen String Jack’s stomach rumbled. He picked at the 16 various coloured strings he wore on the knees of his silk breeches, waiting for the next rich nobleman to “donate” to Jack’s food fund.

Taking a break from watching the highway to refill his canteen, Sixteen String Jack almost stumbled into a Eurasian coot nest filled with eggs.

“Oh my…” said Sixteen String Jack as he reached to take a few eggs to eat. Jack grabbed three with his left hand. Suddenly, two coots came out of the bushes and started attacking Sixteen String Jack. “Get off me, you silly birds!”

Today’s inspiration didn’t leave me much (again, I miss you Darleen!), so once again I had to throw far into left field in order and landed on Sixteen String Jack. I’m beginning to think that I need a new image inspiration generator. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short.
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Jun
10
2016
0

#FridayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “The Great Black Canyon Summit”

Five fur trappers met at the mouth of the Black Canyon. Two American, one Frenchman, and two Comanche Indians.

“Well gentlemen,” started one of the American trappers. “It looks like we all want to hunt Coyote skin in the Black Canyon this year.”

Everyone signal their agreement.

“Good. We all want to sell our fur in Delta this year and we will do so if we don’t fight each other.” Again, everyone signal their agreement. “No stealing other people’s kill or shooting each other in the back.”

“Agreed, white man.” said one smiling Comanche. Both Comanche Indians laughed and left.

I wanted to write so much more, oh well. Enjoy!
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May
11
2016
0

#WednesdayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “Dolwyddelan”

“Sir,” said the general to Tywysog Dafydd. “King Edward’s army is on their way to Dolwyddelan. We can’t defend you here. We must move.”

“All is lost.” said Dafydd ap Gruffydd. Dafydd sat in the main chamber of Dolwyddelan Castle before the fireplace rereading the report of his brother’s death.

“Only if we lose hope.” said the general. “Castell y Bere offers better protection than this tower.”

“You think there is hope?” asked Tywysog Dafydd. The general nodded.

Tywysog Dafydd thought long, then threw the report of his brother’s awful death into the fire and left for Castell y Bere.

Yeah, today’s inspiration is really nothing more than a tower. However it is pretty cool and learning more about Welsh history is never a bad thing.

Also, pray for Super Andrea right now. I do not know her personally, but she is a patriot and a friend of a friend (which makes her MY friend). #CancerSucks
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Feb
15
2016
0

#MondayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “Blind For My Country”

“Gentlemen, you will permit me to put on my spectacles, for I have not only grown gray but almost blind in the service of my country.”

Time stood still as General Washington put on the reading glasses. No one need listen to what the letter from the Congress said.

Colonel John Brooks looked around the room only to see slack jaws and tears falling. Colonel Brooks knew that this was a turning point. The officer’s unrest at Newburgh had come to an end.

Turning back to General Washington, Colonel Brooks knew an act of humility had just stop more bloodshed.

This President’s Day, I want to highlight one of General George Washington’s greatest acts through the eyes of Colonel John Brooks. Not an act of war, but an act of humility. Actions speak louder than words. Enjoy!
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Jan
22
2016
0

#FridayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “Little Rock”

Alain Charrier sat there naked, hung-over, and started reassessing his life. As Albert-Ernest Carrier-Belleuse’s assistant, Alain knew he was holding himself back and not becoming the sculptor he was meant to be.

Another man, Alain’s friend named Auguste, came up to path searching for the hung-over artist.

“Alain! There you are!”

“Oh Auguste!” said Alain Charrier with his fist holding his head up. “I’ve been thinking. I need to move from this place. Go somewhere else.”

“I understand, my troubled friend.” said Auguste sadly.

“I will tell Albert-Ernest Carrier-Belleuse to hire you, Auguste Rodin, as his assistant when I leave.”

Oh yeah. Today’s inspiration did not remind me of nothing at all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Jan
11
2016
0

#MondayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “Göring’s Kill”

It was dead winter in the Białowieża Forest as Hermann Göring took aim with his rifle. Making sure the heart was insight, Göring held his breathe and pulled the trigger. The sound of the gun shot rang out and the European Bison dropped dead.

“Nice shot, sir!”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” said Göring with a smile. “Mount the head and send it to my office in Berlin.”

Before Göring finished, there was a machine-gun going off in the distance as screams of men, women, and children were heard.

“This would make a great hunting reserve.” said Göring with another smile. “No?”

Interesting Fact: One of mass murdering fucktard Hermann Göring’s many titles, was the Reichsminister (Minister) of Forestry and did indeed wanted to turn today’s inspiration into a hunting reserve. This, in turn, inspire me to write about how much of a cold-blooded bastard he was.
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Oct
09
2015
1

#FridayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “Spy To Loan”

A customer walked into the Washington DC’s ‘Money To Loan’ shop in late May 1949. He had what look like a brand new suitcase.

“I am looking to trade suitcases.” said the customer after looking around. The man behind the counter pulled out another suitcase from behind the counter.

“You might like this one. From Russia.” They both open their suitcases. The shop owner’s suitcase had micro-film and a file folder labeled “Semipalatinsk” on it. The customer’s suitcase had brand new Fifth Soviet 100 Ruble Banknotes.

“This will do nicely, thanks. God Bless America.” Taking the Russian file suitcase, the customer left.

The first thing to jump into my mind at today’s inspiration, was a short spy drama. I did do a little research, so I hope you enjoy!
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Oct
02
2015
0

#FridayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “Requiem’s Piano”

It was early morning on a cold December 1, 1791 when Doctor Closset and young Franz Suessmayr found the sleeping Mozart, with a blanket thrown over him, hunched over his piano.

“This will not do!” said Thomas Closset as he shook Mozart awake. “You have a fever and need to be in bed!”

“No! I must- I must… Requiem… finish…” protested Mozart.

“You won’t finish anything if you die, teacher.” noted Franz. The young student and Doctor Closset help Mozart into the bed.

“…isn’t a minute to be lost…” said Mozart softly as he drifted off to sleep, music dancing in dreams.

Today’s inspiration was a challenge. I know I sometimes say that, but it doesn’t make it any less true today. As instrumental music, there was no direction. However the Piano Guys called the song “Michael Meets Mozart” and that inspired me to do another historical short like last week. Enjoy!
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Sep
25
2015
0

#FridayFiction: #100WordChallenge | “Blank Key”

The elderly man was packing his workshop. It was late-November 1776 and the accomplished gentleman’s work wasn’t done. He was to head to France and he didn’t know if he’d be back.

Accidentally knocking over one of his jars, the elderly man heard a loud *cling* sound.

Looking down, he saw that a small jar of green liquid had fallen beside some string and a blank key. The elderly gentleman recognized his most famous key immediately.

“There you are, old friend.” Benjamin Franklin slowly picked up the key. “How did you end up here? No matter. You’re not lost any more.”

When I saw today’s inspiration, I immediately thought of Benjamin Franklin’s “Kite Experiment” and the short pretty much wrote itself. Enjoy!
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