Finish the Story – The Recruit – Part 9 #fts #THWS

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Part 9 by John at The Magic Shop

“NO! I’ve had ENOUGH.” Adam snapped at the two uniformed soldiers.

“I want answers and I want them NOW. You have been giving me the run-arou…

Adam felt something sharp pierce the back of his neck. He felt his world being turned upside down, before hitting the linoleum floor and blacking out.

A large metal fan was spinning directly above Adam’s head as he slowly opened his eyes. He woke up on top of a king-sized bed, soaked in a pool of sweat. His head was still groggy as he pushed himself up on his arms and looked around wherever his new surroundings were. He was now in a dimly-lit hotel room decorated in earth-tones and tree decor. A slim beam of sunlight shot out from behind the mauve curtains. Wherever he was, it was daytime. He staggered off the bed and spotted something laying on the dresser next to an ashtray.

“Thank you for staying at THE MONTANA LODGE. We hope you generously appreciate the services of our staff”.

It was a gratuity envelope. Adam had seen them before, growing up with his Dad. When they were on the run.

“Yeah, here’s my tip..Tell me where the Hell I am”. Adam thought, still trying to clear the fog out of his head. He knew he had to pull himself together, figure this out. A plan, he needed a plan. Before he could even come up with the first part of his escape, someone started knocking on the room’s door from outside.

A slow, steady knock of a hand that sounded big…….

I am tagging Dorinda Duclos, Night-Owl poetry to tell us “who is knocking on that door?”

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White Elephant #2 ~ #thwwe

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Good morning! Since it is the spirit of giving, I’m continuing on with the Haunted Wordsmith’s prompt of giving out 3 gifts to some of my favorite bloggers.

My first gift goes to M at Putting My Feet in the Dirt. Hmm..what do you give to someone who, you don’t really know too well yet- they inspire you everyday? My motto in life has always been…”When you’re stuck in a bind, always have some fresh-baked cookies ready to give”. Thanks, M

My second gift goes to Dorinda Duclos at Night Owl Poetry. Only the lord knows how many positive things I’ve said about this woman. What more could I possibly give her? I got it! A trip in a time machine and the best possible seats at Yankee stadium on a night they win the world series. My personal favorite was ’96. But, she can go wherever she wants. Hasn’t she proven that already?

Finally, I gotta give something to my buddy-The Haunted Wordsmith herself. The amount of stuff she blogs daily is just amazing. I don’t know where she finds the time or creative energy to do so much. She probably writes all her stuff down on post-its first. So for her, I decided to give her enough post-its to get her through…oh, about one day. Thank, HWS.

This was fun! Pass it on in the spirit of giving and all things creative.

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The Owl’s Day~#poetry #themagicshop

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I once met this nice lady with a wonderful smile

She’s a passionate writer and has been for a while

She can write about anything be it love or cupcakes

Just give her a topic and a poem she will make

A great mother as well with a daughter who’s cool

Trust me, I know because I’m friends with her too

She also inspired me to write in my own special way

I thank God that I met her pretty much every day

I’m celebrating her day with a shout, cheer and howl

Her flight a year stronger, Happy Birthday Nite-Owl

Finish the story – October #4 #finish-the-story #fts #themagicshop

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The new Gingerbread House

…What her life was like before all of this. Once, Sarah was part owner of a small but successful business.  “Ladies Trails” had become one of the biggest online retailers of women’s casual hiking sneakers in the Northwest.  It really started as a whim in her senior year at UCLA.  She and a few of her friends had a similar tastes in outdoor activities.   They occasionally would go hiking and camping whenever there was any downtime during their long semesters.  Sarah in particular always enjoyed learning about survival skills and living off the land. On one particular night around a campfire, Sarah and her three friends dreamed up an idea of selling better hiking footwear to women, that could be more affordable and comfortable.   Ten years later, after the occasional setback and numerous successes-the company was soon becoming a major force in the woman’s shoe industry.

One night months (years?) ago,  Sarah had been walking through an empty parking garage towards her car.  It was late at night and she had just finished up a long day at the newly renovated offices of her company.  As she approached her car, she suddenly felt something dark and suffocating being thrown over her head.  She screamed out as two unseen people grabbed her by the arms and pulled her into some type of vehicle.  Not too much happened after that as Sarah slowly felt herself passing out.

And that was basically the end of her life as she knew it.  The next thing Sarah remembers was waking up on the kitchen floor of this gingerbread house.  A hand written list of very specific instructions were posted on the front of the refrigerator. Things she had to do every day for the total strangers that lived throughout the town. Acts that were now part of her daily everyday routines. If she defied these demands one would be penalized, quite harshly by the town’s authorities.

But,  Sarah knew that they underestimated her.  She wasn’t going to be dominated like the others.  Others who were docile and mindless to the point of pure subjugation.

No, Sarah was different. She had been doing one thing all along secretly, to survive and escape……

To Be Continued

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I am tagging Night-Owl Poetry to provide the next part.