Gunter chased him. Clutching a little package. Urging. ‘Open your present, Karl.Read more "100-word Christmas Challenge"
‘I’m not your girl!’ I threw a book at him.
The book bounced off his head, and then cartwheeled over to the lampstand. Kirk’s gun claws, aimed at Günter and me, remained steady. They vibrated and whirred charging up to fire. Kirk crowed, ‘Bombs away!’
I whacked the plate scattering strings of pasta, or what looked like strings of pasta, over the floor, wall and his mask.
The Chief Ex peeled a spaghetti noodle from his mask. ‘What did you do that for?’
‘How do I know it’s not Boris food? Magellan maggots and some poor human’s blood and flesh?’
A few minutes later I heard a scream. ‘DADDEEE!’ Then a cry. ‘NOOOO!’
An alarm rang throughout the complex. Screams, howls, and gunshots echoed left and right of my room.
‘What?’ Kirk slid onto a beanbag sized cushion as if he were God’s gift to a galaxy full of females. ‘Cat got your tongue?’
He jumped up, stretched and flexed his muscles. ‘I won’t bite.’
That’s not the story I got from Boris.
The other guard dropped my arm. He groaned. Then he staggered to the middle of the room. He stiffened, keeled over, slamming his face on the floor. Blood oozed out under the mask. My, that melon stuff was powerful!Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (66)"
‘Ooh, touchy! Touchy!’ Boris said. ‘You think hands are so bad? I think it’s time you learn your lesson.’ Boris signaled for another guard to stand on the other side of me. ‘Get her out of my sight. The next time I see her I want her as a mince sauce on my Magellan maggots.’ He purred, ‘Mmmm! Magellan maggots.’Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (65)"