I would think it would garner a little more attention if someone died. There would be lots of internet buzz, but a death would at least make the AP wire, you know?
Tara ,'Get It Done'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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The medium prompt is now closed.
The new prompt, courtesy of Amy, is bars.
Hey, it's Sunday.
I guess that means the bars prompt is now closed.
How about a photo drabble?
Photos One through Five are taken from the Library of Congress' photostream on Flickr.
Photos Six through Ten are taken from the Look at me site.
Crap! I am so dense.
Crap! I am so dense.
What?
I forgot to do the drabble.
Me, too. Not that I had one. Which is probably why I forgot.
Me too. Crazy, busy week.
Okay, so I don't miss it again, here's photo five:
Fate
"...beam snaps, the wheel buckles and collapses. Those people get trapped and crushed."
I listened with macabre amusement, while wondering how many goddamn cycles were left. That should teach me to ride with a stranger.
"This side will bend closer to the ground.” She turned to look at me, wide-eyed. Her tone was now pleading. Urgent. “That’s when you must jump. You'll fracture your ankle, but roll to safety."
"And you?" I couldn't resist.
Her voice resumed its eerie calmness. "I die."
You know the rest. I’ll still never understand one thing. Why did she get on the ride?
Nice one!
Never mind the rest. Wolfram beat me to it.