100 word assignment – WEEK 21

IMPORTANT: Read ‘Waiting’ first! >

BAITING …
There was something peculiar about that handsome young rake, she thought.
Was it his hair, his clothes, the way he moved? And such an intense amber stare.
She shook her head and banished such trifles – he WAS extremely charming!
In spite of herself, she bit her lip, smiled a secret fantasy.

Abruptly, an owl hooted. The girl shivered, pulling the red lambs wool tighter.
Soon, it would be dusk and already the shadows were lengthening.
The cosy dwelling beckoned.

There. She almost missed it; a flash of bonnet strings between the shutters.
Her heart swelled. Grandma was waiting.

It was mime.

I couldn’t help it, SJ, somehow, this seemed to write itself in a lunch hour. ;P;P
And, miraculously, 100 dead on! >

Link back to Julia’s Place
http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week-21/

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100 word assignment – WEEK 20

Slow Friday afternoon, its not always like this!
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FRENCH DIALOGUE – Formal (read this first)

LA BELLE FEMME
He gazed at the writing on the wall for a distilled moment.
Realisation dawned. He spun, saucer-eyed.

“Vous!”

“J’ai un nom. Dites-le.” The silenced .45 never wavered.

“Non, ce n’est pas vous. La fille qui je connaissais était mieux que cela”
He fought to keep his anguish chained, failed. The apple of his eye had grown thorns.
“Je ne sais plus qui vous êtes.”

“Moi, je le sais. Et c’est ça l’important.”

The first bullet dropped him to the shag, blossoming. Two more followed.
Nonchalantly, she poured herself a drink.

The powers that be would be delighted. It didn’t matter that he’d refused her;
their eyes screamed much louder in any case.

Nikita.

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FRENCH DIALOGUE – Informal (read this first)

LA BELLE FEMME
He gazed at the writing on the wall for a distilled moment.
Realisation dawned. He spun, saucer-eyed.

“Toi!”

“J’ai un nom. Dis-le.” The silenced .45 never wavered.

“Non, ce n’est pas toi. La fille qui je connaissais était mieux que cela”
He fought to keep his anguish chained, failed. The apple of his eye had grown thorns.
“Je ne sais plus qui tu es.”

“Moi, je le sais. Et c’est ça l’important.”

The first bullet dropped him to the shag, blossoming. Two more followed.
Nonchalantly, she poured herself a drink.

The powers that be would be delighted. It didn’t matter that he’d refused her;
their eyes screamed much louder in any case.

Nikita.

Thanks to Sally-Jayne for correcting my appalling French. The first draft made no sense to anyone, let alone from France. Think it adds that je ne sais quoi … but tell me if YOU think it adds anything! The English is below for comparison.
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ENGLISH DIALOGUE

LA BELLE FEMME
He gazed at the writing on the wall for a distilled moment.
Realisation dawned. He spun, saucer-eyed.

“You!”

“I have a name. Say it.” The silenced .45 never wavered.

“No. That’s not you.The girl I knew was better than this.”
He fought to keep his anguish chained, failed. The apple of his eye had grown thorns.
“I don’t know who you are … anymore.”

“I do. And thats all that matters.”

The first bullet dropped him to the shag, blossoming. Two more followed.
Nonchalantly, she poured herself a drink.

The powers that be would be delighted. It didn’t matter that he’d refused her;
their eyes screamed much louder in any case.

Nikita.

150 word assignment: WEEK 19

“Gabriel, if I may ask a question?”

“Of course”

“I don’t wish to criticize the Creator’s judgement, but are you sure it
should be that colour?”

“It is not for me to comment, Uriel, I am meerly His messenger.”

“But its so red, crimson even, it does not seem right that we should
tempt them so blatently.”

“He does not tempt. Our fallen brother does that. Our Lord tests. Cast
such doubts from your mind and accept His wisdom.”

“They will fail, you know.”

“Naturally, Eden is too perfect. All is provided. In such a place how
can they begin to learn, to grow, to hope? There can only be one
Kingdom.”

“And how many times has He done this? I lose count.”

“Enough! You risk expulsion. And you have duties to perform. Guard
the Gate and let nothing escape.”

“As you wish”

“And inform the Light Bringer that he may enter now.”

100 word assignment – WEEK 18 sequel

OUT ON THE WIRE (sequel) 
O'Brien swore, grimacing. His captain would die for these
people. Thoughts conflicted, nobel ones lost. In war, stray
bullets found many targets. He raised his browning.

Kellar blazed away, oblivious.

Without warning, a refugee toppled from the hatch, his head,
a scarlet ruin. Simultaneously, agonizing fire ignited Kellar's
leg.

O'Brien was there in an instant, helping him to safety.
Eager hands dragged him aboard.

"Sergeant, I told you to leave"

The helicopter rose, accelerating skywards. 

Jefferson: "We left Carter, Sir. He bought it."

Kellar's lips twisted grimly.

"And one of the locals. We couldn't lose you too."

O'Brien said nothing at all.

100 word assignment – WEEK 18 prequel

As suggested by SJ, a prequel to ‘Out on the Wire’:

OUT ON THE WIRE (prequel) 
It was hot, green and hot. God, I hate this war, Kellar
thought. Sweat lubricated his fatigues. The navigator
hailed him.

"The drop zone's two clicks, Captain. We can just make
it." 

"Take the locals ahead, Jefferson. We'll cover you."

The gooks were out there, somewhere, behind, maybe even
ahead. They yomped the distance in silence, eyes alert,
fingers trigger-light. 

The foliage thinned; a gunship
nestled in the clearing but Kellar noticed the blades
were already turning. A figure ran towards him.

"We have to leave them, sir, We're over capacity as it
is."

O'Brien dared Kellar's gaze.

"Afterall, they are expendable."