Tuesday, April 24, 2012

U is for United

It's amazing how many people have been united during this challenge. It's been a tough few weeks, but the end is in sight.



U- United: Joined together politically, for a common purpose, or by common feelings.

The sentence from yesterday was chosen from Elise Fallson and is: To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.


So that brings our story to:

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. 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. To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.
 
If you are just joining us and would like to read the post explaining what we are doing, please go HERE.

Please forgive me for not being around much this week; I'm on vacation. A special thanks to DL Hammons who is randomly picking the sentences and updating the story for me while I'm away.

8 comments:

Em-Musing said...

Love where the story is going, but can't add a thought today as my mind is mush from family visiting me here in Mexico then me going back to visit family in the States.

Jaycee DeLorenzo said...

Can't add, but the airship thing is a good twist.

Damyanti said...

A serial story is the toughest thing to do for this challenge.

J.L. Campbell said...

Hope you enjoy your time away.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

DL is the man!

Brooke R. Busse said...

After all, we were united in our goals. Or, at least, I was the means for them to achieve theirs.

Chuck said...

This story is really evolving...can't wait to see how Z unites with the alpha coefficient.

Chris Fries said...

The briefcase and the vital papers inside may have become nothing more than charred and wind-blown debris on the bottom of the canyon, but even in defeat, I and my mustached friend remained united in our purpose -- the complete elimination of all reality television.