Saturday, April 21, 2012

S is for Sinister

Was yesterday's word really hard? I received one sentence and it was fitting... a french word and a sentence from a lovely french lady.

I hope you feel welcome when you come to my blog; I'm not sinister at all. (Well, maybe a little) *evil laugh*

Sinister- threatening or portending evil, harm, or trouble; ominous: a sinister remark. Bad, evil, base, or wicked.
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Elise Fallson's sentence was chosen yesterday, she wrote: And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX.

Our story's coming right along.  Here it is:

      The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
     It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.  
     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX.

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I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow. Please forgive me for not being around the blogoshere for the next week, but I promised my husband no internet. (I may be hiding in the bathroom a lot)  Please keep coming by and leaving your sentences. I have the words and posts for next week all set up and DL Hammons from Cruising Altitude 2.0 has graciously agreed to come by every night, pick a sentence and update our story. I would hate for him to have to come up with some sentences. :) When I get back I'll respond to all your comments and visit your blogs to catch up. Thank you!


Cassie Mae said...

I wanted to pop the device free, but poised on top of the crevice, guarding my only chance of getting out of there, sat a ink black snake with a sinister gleam in its eyes.

Apparently, I like long sentences, lol.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

I reached for it just as a scorpion crawled into sight, its sinister tail poised and ready to strike.

Brooke R. Busse said...

Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon.

Chuck said...

There was something sinister about not feeling like I was in Kansas anymore.

Chris Fries said...

I could not even imagine what alien being had conceived of and created a portable teleporter, or what sinister plot had led the being to leave the device here, but I was in no position to ignore my good fortune in finding it.

Dawn said...

Suddenly my mind raced back to my Starbucks encounter with that sinister man.


Jessica Salyer said...

Great! Thanks, Chris.