That’s what we tell Chrispy, but he still gets the occasional one anyway.
I wasn’t going to name the guilty party but, sometimes, the truth will out.My finest hour!
So, it’s burnt into your memory is it Ph? So it should be!I think it was around sept or Oct 2012
Or, in this case, the guilty party announces itself and cackles maniacally at the pain and suffering inflicted on others.I wasn’t going to name the guilty party but, sometimes, the truth will out.
Thank you; are you sure you aren't my agent under a pseudonym? Kidding aside, it is always nice to hear someone enjoyed your work. I look forward to seeing you in the challenges soon!Joshua, I loved your story - I voted for it! It channeled Calvin and Hobbes. I didn’t know the strict rules on SFF (clearly, as mine fell foul of the regulation) but I’d not change a thing in yours. Whether or not it fits the parameters, it’s a good bit of writing.
Ok, I have to look into this; does anyone have the link to the tudorpunk challenge handy or remember what month and year it was?
Ok, I have to look into this; does anyone have the link to the tudorpunk challenge handy or remember what month and year it was?
I wasn’t going to name the guilty party but, sometimes, the truth will out.
The hours I put into ‘Tudorpunk’ and (sorry if I’m wrong about this TJ ) I don’t think I got a single vote!
And now I see your evil knows no bounds... Not only did you selected Tudorpunk, you listed the theme with various colors so that colorblind people like me cannot read it without highlighting the text. I see "FI(mysterious, box-shaped mark that blends into the white background)E. Dastardly...
My finest hour!
Some insanely off the wall stories there. You could write a book
One of Our Own
“Rest easy, JoBeth,” whispered Ronson. He nodded an’ Mama Jody quit her murmurin’. JoBeth’s corpse sank back to the dirt with a sigh.
Shauna’s tentacles were twitchin’ somethin’ awful. “This demands a reckoning, Ronson.”
Ronson nodded. “’tis only proper. Send an invitation.”
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He studied the carmine ticket again. VIP. He liked that.
“Chairman Carruthers! Real glad ya could join us!” the hawker called, gesturing toward a red-lit tent. “Shauna’s just itchin’ ta meet ya...”
I think we wound up falling into the same trap in different ways. I really like your concept, but I had a hard time following the relationships to figure out who is who and why they care. I assume JoBeth was Ronson and Shauna's sister? Or perhaps Shauna's lover? Or we're they all carni-folk who are looking out for one another? The relationship confusion was the big hiccup for me.Like Joshua Jones, I struggled a bit to squeeze everything in to this month's challenge. Word count wrangling aside (thanks The Judge for being so patient with me), I felt I had something good here, so any suggestions as to why it didn't seem to stick with folks would be much appreciated.