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July 2018 ficlet challenge
trevor travis
JustBrad wrote:

trevor travis wrote:



“Utiliser to Utiliser. Xenon The Twenty-Sixth. Five subjects. If a job’s worth doing, do it yourself. Message NOT sent. I’m coming for you Avon, ready or not.”

Utiliser to Avon, one subject, Gauda Prime.

Absolutely Brilliant, TT. This could go on and on and on and on....

Yes, it's one of those that could simply could get on going... Grin

Made one edit to my story, because I realise I missed an obvious reference in the Blackadder section.
Interesting reads - quite a range! :-)

Best give it a punt....

As a dream, being a writer wasn’t a bad one. As a career prospect, it was appalling. For the masses books were just not a thing of interest anymore – even for those who were free enough of the drugs, clear headed enough to be able to concentrate on reading.

Still, a dream can get under the skin. It can crawl into your soul whilst you’re not looking, and suddenly, you and your soul are trapped and imprisoned by the thing you thought was a dream.

Kell had longed to write tales. Stories of fantasy, of deeds heroic. He knew he could never live up to the greats, those writers of the long dead past such as King, or Clarke or Boucher – but he’d always thought he could spin a good yarn.

String a few words together.

Produce something others might read, perhaps even find believable.

“Alpha grades. Top of the pile, bottom of the heap. “ Kell mumbled to himself, glancing at the work before him.

His skills and talents had been picked up in standard screening. The federation, nothing if not efficient. Kell sighed and flicked back through his research. Historical figures, politicians.

The federation had found a use for Kell’s skills. First in their news bureau, and now here. Taking half-truths, and making them real. So real, the public, the unwashed – drugged – masses would believe.

Kell made a few notes, shook his head, and scribbled them out. The list before him, their careers ruined by scandal, he needed something more… more damming. What did people care about anymore?

Kell no longer wrote about heroes. Now he wrote about villains. No – not true. Now he MADE villains. Not a writer, an assassin - of character (he liked to joke – he found the sad play on words witty.)

With sudden inspiration he opened up his current file and entered quick notes.

“Our villain, Blake, Roj. Source of public hatred – threat to children…..”

"Imagine you're standing on the edge of a cliff."
"As long as you're not standing behind me."
Well written, JohnMax. I give it two Og horns up!
@Johnmax....had me shivering there. very 1984ish

Justbrad...I've come round to your way of thinking regarding Grant and Jenna.
TT...I'm still getting my head round all these messages. I presume Arrrrggggghhh was our lovely Piri? Speaking of squirrels....Oh look says I, as I watched this little creature climb the wall in my garden and help itself to the bird food placed in the bird feeder..what a lovely squirrel..Oh, it hasn't got a nice fluffy tail!!!!!
Huggy...tough interview!
And Anniew...poor old Avon.
Edited by littlesue on 11 July 2018 10:15:53
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Echo from The Past

His mouth was suddenly dry.
It had seemed a simple idea; well planned; everything in place.
Now all it needed was the President to arrive at the appointed time in that car; the one once owned by Sarkoff; the one that she had had brought from that planet and restored. There was something about that old calendar vehicle that had appealed to her; rather like that old calendar monstrosity of Residence 1.
That had cost a great deal of credits to restore it to its former glory.
But that was back on Earth.
This was his planet and she was about to arrive in style and talk to the gathered worthies of how the Federation would make their life more bountiful.
He smiled to himself; make slaves of us all, he said to himself.
All he had to do was fire the gun; an ancient weapon brought here by a fanatic who wanted the President killed by a weapon almost of the same era as that vehicle.
All he had to do was to fire it and then casually walk out of the building. As chaos descended, it was just a matter of a short walk to the waiting flyer and he would be whisked away by the others involved in this conspiracy…
He drew a deep breath.
Concentrate; any minute now that vehicle would come into view along the broad concourse and slowly make its way towards the overpass and on to the venue…
He held the gun firmly; its stock taut into his shoulder…
…but the broad concourse suddenly shifted.
It was now a tarmac road, a couple of lanes wide with people standing on the grass verge.
He could hear the sound of an engine…which was strange as he had been told the vehicle had been converted to run on electricity.
He stared down the sights of the weapon and the tree branch caught in his line of fire…
A tree?
Suddenly the car came into view with its 5 occupants..
Five? Surely it should only be the President?
The cross hairs of the sight from the ancient weapon were aimed at her head...and he pulled the trigger; not once, but three times.
Was he successful?
He didn’t wait to see.
Putting down the weapon, he made his way down the flights of stairs and out through the front door into a melee of panic, satisfied that he had carried out the mission.
He rounded the corner, as planned.
But it wasn’t there; the promised flyer.
He turned as he heard a familiar voice.
The man who had asked him to do the job…
“Yes, I can describe him; the would be assassin. I know who he is too…”
A set up.
He began to run.
But everything was a blur.
This wasn’t the city that he had come to know; this was a mass of concrete edifices, with people pointing up at the window.
He recalled the weapon; how it had felt in his hands.
It had to be that gun.
And four words echoed in his head...
“I’m just a patsy…”

Since I saw Lee Harvey Oswald, that day back in November 1963, utter those words in the middle of a crowded corridor on the small screen of our black and white telly, I've always wondered......
Cold.....you don't know the meaning of cold.
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!

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Not quite dialogue only, I had several old English teachers tut tut tutting over my shoulder.

…and so the Revels Saga draws to an end, but not with Blake’s death at the hands of his once most trusted companion.
Our lovely blonde gunslinger has awoken from a painful nightmare and is not happy to find herself face to face with a man she thought dead…

The Revels Saga: The Finale
Episode I

“I had to make it look convincing…’ the man said.
“For whose benefit?” she demanded angrily.
“The Federation…”
“Yes Deva.”
“I don’t think you should rile this young lady anymore than is necessary. She’s the one I told you about; the gun; the reputation...”
“I thought I’d seen you before; on that godforsaken hole when I was trying to find that man….”
“Deva, what is she talking about?”
“She’s talking about Grant and those confounded Revels of yours…”
“Where is Avon?” Soolin asked.
“He’ll be all right,” Blake replied.
“You think so? I doubt that. He has been teetering on the edge for some time and you may have just pushed him over. Have you any idea what he’s been through? Well? Have you?”
“Well maybe someone should enlighten you…before he comes out here and sees you alive. He may try and kill you properly, but if he doesn’t, then I most certainly will!!”
“Will you hear me out? The Federation were watching this base. They had even sent an observer to see if Gauda Prime was indeed returning to a properly run and controlled planet, but they knew about me so I had to throw them off and have it look as though Avon had killed me out of anger. Then we could have started the fight back. I have an army and ships, just ready and waiting to start the fight. They won’t know what has hit them, especially when the rebels see that I am still alive and that the Federation’s claims about my death have been fabrications…”
“And what about me, Blake?”
“Don’t. And I can fight my own battles, Soolin. Now, where are the others?”
“They are…” Deva began.
“I asked Soolin.”
“I don’t know. I’ve only just woken up myself.”
“Avon…listen to me,” Blake begged.
“Not anymore. Find them Soolin.”
“Before you do, there’s something you should know. I believe that you, Soolin, were trying to find out where these Family Packets of Revels were being produced? They came from my factory, an abandoned production facility that I found floating in space; I just pressed the right buttons and it was back in business, producing these and in the process making me very rich and able to fund all this. Once I had enough money, I shut it down. It was losing money anyway; what with the Pacification drug…I know that you were never really with me Avon, just along for the ride, for the Liberator and all the riches it could give you. What was it you said, ‘a nice quiet planet where no-one could touch you’? Well. Here it is. It’s yours, Avon, the entire facility. It’s waiting, just for you….”


Cold.....you don't know the meaning of cold.
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!

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sues youtube channel http://www.youtub...e54/videos
sues book shelf https://www.media...ne%20Shelf
rebel run video http://www.youtub...prqS-XZtLo
Lara and Sue's Stories http://lectorisal....webs.com/
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