Comments on: Creative Copy Challenge #10

By: Shane Arthur

Shane Arthur — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 03:37:47 +0000

@Steven: So glad you did that. That was twisted, super funny stuff. Well done indeed. Haha.

By: Steven A. Lowe

Steven A. Lowe — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 03:29:50 +0000

Little by little, the irregular rhythm of popping bubble wrap drove me insane. More like "galloped on horseback". It wasn't just that, that was just the last small stream - the gumdrops in my underwear, the ammonia smell of the birdcage, which he would never clean - led to the inevitable culmination: a flood that washed away my irritation in a moment of rage. Followed by seconds of regret. Followed by minutes of preparation. Precise weights ensured that the body was sucked into the dam turbine intake on the first drop. Now that he was literally fish food, all I needed was a scapegoat. Which should be easy, since everybody hated the sick flippin' bastard. I'm glad he's gone, but he did pay his half of the rent on time.

By: Sara

Sara — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 19:04:38 +0000

Thank you Shane, what a nice thing to say!

By: Shane Arthur

Shane Arthur — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 14:16:00 +0000

@Sara: What comes out in your writing as I read is you really love to write. I love when I can “spot” this!!!

By: Creative Copy Catch-Up! « Sara J. Schmidt

Creative Copy Catch-Up! « Sara J. Schmidt — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 09:24:25 +0000

[...] Challenge 10, on vengeance and vandalism Challenge 11, on sibling assassin politics Challenge 12, on guilt, loss, and tragedy Challenge 48, on being broke Challenge 49, on friendship turning to love [...]

By: Sara

Sara — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 09:09:39 +0000

"Sick fucker," Tanya muttered. Bradley just laughed. Bubble wrap ensconced her entire jeep. Irregular patterns of gumdrop splatter dotted her windshield, the sticky mess dripping little by little in the summer heat. "Sure, make me the scapegoat!" she exclaimed, eyes filled with fury. "I wasn't the only one making fun of him! All I did was admit that I liked The Birdcage. It's not like I killed his Akita with ammonia or anything!" Not that she hadn't thought about that one. A lot. Her years of tormenting her very conservative brother-in-law must have finally taken their toll--this act of vandalism serving as his ultimate act of culmination. "Looks like you're traveling by horseback for the rest of the week," Bradley snickered. "Shut up!" Tanya said.

By: Shane Arthur

Shane Arthur — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 11:19:17 +0000

Troy, I love this tale. I’m going to copy and paste this whole saga into one file and re-read it to soak in all the goodness.

By: Troy Worman

Troy Worman — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 04:07:55 +0000

Song wasn’t amused. And I was tired. My bowel movements had become irregular—the culmination, no doubt, of my Cracker Jack and gumdrop diet. And my ass hurt—as if I crossed Texas on horseback in a thong. And I had writer’s cramp. “So we’re NOT on the same wavelength,” she said at last. I didn’t answer. Little by little, I could see her patience slipping away, but there was nothing I could do. If she wanted to make me her scapegoat, there was nothing I could do about it. I awoke to the smell of ammonia, rolled in bubble wrap and crammed into a birdcage. I had no idea what a sick fucker she was.

By: Shane Arthur

Shane Arthur — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 21:12:39 +0000

Cleve, that order is just insane! It's hard enough doing these in order. Insanely cool sir.

By: Cleve Horrocks

Cleve Horrocks — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 19:58:58 +0000

Jowls, you sick ______, what’cha putting bubble wrap ’round dat dude fo’? Dis like da culmination ‘o some kinda vodoo ritual? Sheeet, man. I know da man’s a gumdrop and smell ‘o ammonia and walk like ‘e been a horseback ‘is ol life, but e’en yo gots ta admit it’s a little irregular fo’ yo’ ta be doing dis. Little by little yo wrapping ‘im up likes he a birdcage yo shippin ta yo Grams. Sheeet, man. All ‘e is is a stupid scapegoat! Da man aint e’en no kingpin, no how.

(2,1,4,3,6,5, etc.)