Friday, May 1, 2009

Janet and the Mysterious Creature

Challenge: Write a story (beginning, middle & end) that is 100 words or less. Rule #1 = The story must begin with this line: "Janet didn't like him." Rule #2 = The story must end with this line: "As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons." (No, your story does not have to include a monkey, as pictured to the left. Thinking outside the box is encouraged.) BONUS ENTRIES: You can increase your chances of winning by posting about this contest on your blog or on your facebook page--or even on Twitter. Simply leave a comment with a link to your post/comment/tweet, and your name will get tossed in the hat a second time. (NOTE: You have to enter the contest in order to also get bonus points.) WINNING: #1 - Best story gets a signed copy of The Dust of 100 Dogs and a VOG. (Very Odd Gift) #2 - The runners up will then be tossed into a hat (with bonus point entries) and two more winners will be picked.
  • First pick = A signed copy of The Dust of 100 Dogs and a VOG.
  • Second pick = A VOG Care Package.
Winners will be chosen by magic wand and a point guard from an unnamed Eastern European basketball team. How to Enter: Leave you answer and an email address in the comment trail. Deadline: *Monday May 4th, 11:59pm EDT.* (Changed from Sunday) You only have three days to play!

54 comments:

Tamara said...

OOoooooh! I'm in. I was disappointed to miss the last contest. I'm happy to spread the news. I wrote about the contest on my blog: thegirardidiner.blogspot.com

Submission to follow...

RM1(SS) (ret) said...

"VOG"?

A.S. King said...

Ah! My apologies. I thought I mentioned it in the last post. VOG = Very Odd Gift. Thanks for the heads up!

RM1(SS) (ret) said...

And the 20 words you provided are included in the count of 100 words or less, right?

[wv: triate - decked with threes]

A.S. King said...

Yep. You got it. 100 word story.
Can't wait to see it!

Catherine Haines (On The Nightstand) said...

Okay, 100 words according to OpenOffice...

Janet didn't like him. His behavior was stupid and reckless and was only going to result in trouble. There was a reason shape-shifting magic was forbidden to students.

But now she couldn't help but watch. Watch as feathers burst through the skin, arms became wings and mouth became a beak. The transformation wasn't complete, although she could see that his mind was no longer human. His – its – yellow eyes were wild, looking around in panic, still clutching the talisman that had transformed it.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.
And there's my drabble. :) My email is catherine[at]amynta[dot]org

Now to tweet and post a link to this contest over at On The Nightstand. :)

Catherine Haines (On The Nightstand) said...

Whoops, formatting issue, sorry. Obviously the stuff in italics is the drabble. :)

shelburns said...

Janet didn't like him. He was always teasing her, calling her names, and just being mean. Why did he have to be that way? Her mom said it was because he was sweet on her. Ugh, who talks like that?

She wanted to change him, literally, but mom warned her about using her powers to amuse herself. Who would it hurt? She would be doing herself and others a favor. But what to change him into? A rat; that's what he reminded her of.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

That's what I think! shelcows AT gmail DOT com

shelburns said...

Just tweeted about it!

Win a free signed book and some VOG (very odd goodies) from @AS_King http://tinyurl.com/cepogs All you do is write a 100 word story.

I am @writereader

Heather said...

Janet didn’t like him. She wasn’t sure why, it was that type of irrational dislike that gave no answers until it revealed itself. So for the time being all she could do was sit and watch. Her silent appeals to the Gods for answers had come up with nothing.

So Janet focused her attention on the scene at hand; the stranger from the North and his fantastic creatures. He was showing the King one of them, a strange creature Janet had never seen before.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.




Email: heather[@]artisticchardon.com and tweeted about it here; http://twitter.com/jadedlioness

Thao said...

My mind is blank right now so I cannot play : ( Anyway, good luck to everyone else!

Me said...
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Anonymous said...

Janet didn't like him. He didn’t have a sense of humor. Worse still, he had reviewed her favorite book, and panned it. When Janet complained, he said, “I’m here to save the youth from reading filth!” Janet lifted her napkin, dabbed her mouth lightly, and stood up. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t date someone who’s into censorship.”
Just then, he turned into a large, ugly vulture and spread his wings. This was when Janet realized that the book was missing from her purse. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

Me said...

Janet didn’t like him. Every mother is supposed to love her child, and she did. But, she didn’t like him. The wet, loud creature that wailed at every indignity – wetness, naps, the slightest delay in the arrival of food – was the very reason that she no longer enjoyed living her life.

The monster claimed that Janet’s son would be revered in her world. The baby was laid in the harpy’s arms, but gripped his mother’s necklace desperately in an effort to remain near her.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

neohippy10 [at] hotmail [dot] com

Joanne Levy said...

Janet didn’t like him from the second he joined her on the café patio, but now she was stuck with him. Too polite to bolt, Janet ordered a martini, figuring she may as well be drunk.
“Nice. Freaking. Toupee,” Janet thought. She sipped as he droned on about his Mercedes, his Rolex, his mountains of cash stashed offshore. Pretentious douche.
Out of nowhere, a red-tailed hawk appeared in the sky and swooped towards the heinous hairpiece perched atop the man across from her.
As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

Anonymous said...

Janet didn't like him. He was a know-it-all, and a prude on top of it. “I think kids holding hands in public is simply disgusting!” he said, as they strolled through Rittenhouse Square late on a Friday night. “But they’re only holding hands,” Janet said. “Yes, it starts there, but by the end of the night…” Just as he said that, Janet mentally called her dragon, Morty, who swooped in and picked the witless date up. “I knew it was a toupee,” she thought. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

C.J. Redwine said...

Janet didn't like him. He smoked cheroots, smacked his lips, and had once written a vitriolic blog denying the existence of were-octopi.

Plus, he smelled like rum--dangerous for a dragon. Everyone *knows* drinking rum with a throat full of fire is just plain stupid.

Imagine Janet's surprise when, after receving irrevocable proof of a were-spider's existence in her downstairs bathroom, one rum-swilling, cheroot-smoking, lip-smacking dragon swooped to her aid-snatching up the nasty were-spider. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

Email: cjredwine01 (at) yahoo (dot) com

C.J. Redwine said...

Pimped you on my blog. Here's the link: http://cjredwine.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-contest-anyone-can-enter.html

Shanni said...

Janet didn’t like him. Actually she did, but the fact that when she looked into his electric, ice blue eyes, she saw danger. Noir had captured her heart. She never told him how she felt for fear she would be killed. But knowing he was being exiled gave her courage to confess her love. Janet and Noir stood at the top of the mountain. Noir’s griffin was ready for take-off. Janet cried, “A token. Don’t forget me”. Noir nodded, never showing his true feelings. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

That is my little tale :)
my e-mail is azshannon@msn.com
I facebooked this contest as well
Fun contest by a super cool author!http://dogfact9.blogspot.com/2009/05/janet-and-mysterious-creature.html

Angelique said...

Janet didn’t like him. His eyes were onyx black with a red iris. He didn’t blink as he locked eyes with her. She felt the shiver building in her toes. As it exploded from her body she knew this was her deathrider. Janet wasn’t ready to leave. She started screaming and realized that it wasn’t happening in her head. Everyone, in the park, was looking at her. He was invisible. He started running toward her and that’s when she saw the winged creature. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

ammhaller@gmail.com

Joyce Lansky said...

Janet didn’t like him. It started the first day of her clown job when Bart said, “You’re not funny.”

To prove him wrong, she stuck carrots in her ears and did cartwheels, but no one laughed. Maybe he was right. She had to find something humorous, so she wandered throughout the circus grounds looking for ways to please the crowd.

A ferocious, flying creature slept in the striped tent, so she gave it Bart’s monogrammed whitey-tighties. The next morning, she spotted Bart’s underwear. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

Joyce Lansky said...

Oops, I guess you need an e-mail address. Here it is...

jlansky@comcast.net

RobinSlick said...

Janet didn't like him.

“You never approve of my taste in men,” her mother said.

“True. But hopefully this one will feed us for a week.”

Her mother nodded. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

Janet pointed at him with a steady fixed stare.

“Reveal your true identity,” she hissed.

But anticipation turned to dismay. He was not a pig after all. In his place instead was a hapless grey rat who scurried out the window, smack into the fiery wings of a swooping phoenix.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

**********
I know. I am a very sick puppy.

Nicole said...

Perfect activity for a Sunday - here goes.....

Janet didn't like him. But not many people liked Satan. It was something he lived with, that and the smell of sulphur that had penetrated into his skin eons ago, the faint must of rotten eggs lingering in an apartment hours after he departed, damned soul in hand.

But Janet. He felt somewhere within her an ambiguity, a less-than perfect ideological stance defined by her Goth make-up and Anarchy tattoos. Perhaps. He had taken the soul of her coke addict roommate the week before. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

Tweeted http://twitter.com/LiteraryCity

RM1(SS) (ret) said...

Actually, you had explained "VOG" in the previous post, but I hadn't read it - I came directly here from your Facebook post. 8)

One last question: Hyphens. Does "mid-December" count as one word or two? How about "half-eaten"?

A.S. King said...

In MS word, hyphenated words count as one, so I'll go with that.

(Please don't hyphenate a word seventy times to make it fit. :) You know who you are.)

Suzanne said...

Janet didn't like him. He was smirking and still naked. Sitting there under the willow tree, smiling, he thought he had her now. Well, he’d had her, but he would never own her. How little he knew. She lifted her face to the breeze and whispered “now.”

Soon then there she was, Janet’s only true companion, hovering and ready. And in one graceful, achingly beautiful moment, she removed the smug smile from his face… literally. Janet, content, blew a kiss to her and as the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

Linking to blog! Great Contest.

http://suzyhayze.blogspot.com

Twitter too!

Suzanne said...

Forgot Twitter info:

http://twitter.com/suzyhayze

And I should get extra credit because my twitter status feeds into my facebook! ;)

Email suzannem.palmieri@quinnipiac.edu

Elizabeth Encarnacion said...

Janet didn't like him.

He was chubby, red-faced, and bald. Not at all like the darling baby sister she’d expected.

When informed of his birth, she’d thrown the phone across the room. She’d also taken to calling him “the creature,” which gravely concerned her parents.

He was highly destructive, but Mommy always picked him up and explained he didn’t know any better. At the moment, Janet’s favorite doll was within his reach, surely headed toward his vomitous mouth. She lunged, but was too late.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.


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emausten (at) aol (dot) com
And I posted about this on Twitter (http://twitter.com/lizencarn) and on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=764018277&ref=nf).

Brett Cohen said...

Janet didn’t like him. But how could she after what happened that day.

Janet unknowingly boarded the killer at 1026 N. Beckley Street. She last saw him at 1:03 or 1:04 PM that tragic day which is still discussed in college classrooms, on History shows and conspiracy theorists websites and message boards today.

Her own kindness is what unintentionally assisted in the loss of one of America’s favorite sons. On this day it wasn’t the Eagle carrying Liberty, it was the Zhar-Ptitsa taking Liberty. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.


email: bcolanc@aol.com

I have also posted a link and message on Facebook.

Anonymous said...

Janet didn't like him. And he didn’t like her. But they’d been together for so long that she’d long since stopped imagining that mattered.

One early spring day he came outside, carrying a duffel and a letter. The letter he handed her and the duffel he tossed into the bed of his truck.

He said nothing, just waved and smiled as he drove off. She waved and watched him go.

It seemed like a dream when that bird swooped down and grabbed that letter. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

aligatrix at gmail dot com

Monika said...

Janet didn't like him. She didn't like his lengthy manuscripts about the mysterious doings of ordinary household appliances either. She watched him cross the garden terrace clutching his “great novel” as a Nun might grasp her Rosary when passing an Adult Book Store.
Luckily, she had brought protection. As the hopeful author rushed toward her with hands outstretched and mouth open, she signaled delicately at a nearby Oak tree.
Priscilla, her loyal falcon-protector, swooped down and snatched the manuscript from the frightened Yahoo’s hands.
As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from her talons.

In honor (hopefully she'll see it as such) of www.twitter.com/Janet_Reid who twittered about this contest.
This was very fun. Thank you. I do hope the VOG is an inkpen from the Hilton. Never can have too many you know, ;)

Mags said...

Hi there!

Janet didn’t like him. She reminded herself of that as she blinked into the sun’s glare. She was finished crying over men like Rodrigo—all sex and no sense, and utterly ill-equipped to beard the Weaselcott in its lair—but there wasn’t much she could do about that now.

She certainly wasn’t going to sleep with him again. Like the others, however, he’d been trying to impress her, so she sighed and drew her Glock, awaiting sight of his lifeless form.

Another day’s work.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.
I Twittered. I suck at Twitter, so my username is Mags_nificent, and I did it around 11:20pm today. Hopefully that's cool enough, because if I ever win a prize, I'd like it to be a "Very Odd Gift."

Mags said...

Whoops, sorry! My email is: avarice.etc at gmail dot com.

My twitter is here: http://twitter.com/Mags_nificent

MML

Reverie said...

Janet didn’t like him. This so called hero who was supposed to protect her was worthless as they got. Mike was incapable of getting himself out of the cave much less help her. And when Janet had to turn around to help hoist HIM up she knew that she can only reply on herself and her bodyguard was on his own.
The mouth of the cave approached their line of vision but the deafening screeching of the raptor behind was approaching even faster. Janet ran. Quickly leaping past rocks, shoulders grazing walls and feet tripping and stumbling her escape. Just as the screech neared she lunged forward gripping air and hoping the cave didn’t drop. She looked up and as the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.


vandsmedia[at]gmail.com

Kate at Read This Book! said...

My entry:
Janet didn't like him. Her annoying little wizard brother, Jeremy. They lived in a small town in Colorado. Usually witches and wizards try not to draw attention to themselves. "This time, Jeremy has gone too far!" Janet thought. Her black cat jumped back nervously.

There the creature stood with it's colossal feet. It had silky feathers and a sharp beak. Jeremy had cast a spell to conjure up this hideous creature. It flapped it gigantic wings and flew down, heading straight for Janet's black cat. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

My email: kate.readthisbook (at) gmail (d0t) com
Twittered: http://twitter.com/readingthisbook/status/1696012642

Saundra Mitchell said...

Janet didn't like him. He rolled and twisted, tried to push his tongue into her mouth. His hands wandered like soldiers, off to conquer the wasteland of her waistband, and sometimes Janet closed her eyes and wished terrible things.

She wished for lightning to strike, and that her sneakers would ground her alone. She wished for earthquakes and sinkholes, but it never occurred to her- until wide wings cast feathered shadows across their faces, to wish Harpyhaliaetus coronatus on him. Farewell, bad boyfriend thing!

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

And posted here:

http://saundramitchell.com/blog/?p=1270

Kate at Read This Book! said...

I made a gammar mistake. "It flapped it gigantic wings" It should be its gigantic wings. xD

LitWitch said...

Janet didn't like him. He was pushy, smelly and ugly as sin.

“Come now, Janet,” he said, “admit you’re a witch and return with me to stand trial.”

“I think not,” said Janet Woods. “To commune with nature is no witchcraft, Dale Holly, and I think this is more about my refusing your bed.”

“On your head be it,” Dale muttered as he drew nearer with the rope.

Janet whistled, high and shrill. She was pleased when the ancient roc came for its lunch.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

pepsivanilla said...

Janet didn't like him. The beat-up Volkswagon was a lemon of a car, right down to the sickly green color it had been in a previous life, which didn't exactly make up for the car's demands to drive him at a crawl. Janet had issues with this stipulation, given her tendency to always be late. As she tried in vain to propel her sandal-clad feet toward the school faster, Janet heard a creaking that sounded suspiciously like that dud of a car and turned. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

pepsivanilla14(at)hotmail(dot)com

a. fortis said...

Great contest!! Lots of fun. Here's my story:

Janet didn't like him. He was rude and smelled like cheese. And he’d told her the most outlandish story about full moons and lycanthropic monsters and how “dangerous” he was. She’d had it up to here with bad boys, so she walked out into the night.

A raccoon darted across the alley in front of her, then stopped short, clutched by an impossible figure that might once have been human, his back humping out into leathery wings. Bad boys--hmph, she thought to herself.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.
My e-mail address is aquafortis (at) gmail (dot) com. Will twitter shortly at http://twitter.com/aquafortis

Library-Gryffon said...

Janet didn’t like him, or rather, she didn’t like the idea of him. He didn’t belong here, but he had his uses.

Like tonight when she had found herself with a very “ex” ex-partner. The police would not believe her story - how could they? She didn’t.

So she ignored the distaste he engendered in her and asked for help. He agreed wordlessly as she had known he would. Janet didn’t care what he did with the body. And now, as the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

librarygryffon@gmail.com

I've mentioned it on Facebook (user name:Nancy Gilly)

RM1(SS) (ret) said...

Janet didn't like him. So why she'd agreed to go along to test his truck-mounted "time machine"....

Well - this certainly wasn't mid-December Minneapolis. They were in a big clearing, surrounded by woods, and it felt like July.

Then he'd gone to answer a call of nature and was walking back toward her when ... something ... swooped down.

He'd taken the keys. The keyring lay glittering in the sun, attracting his killer's attention. "No!" Janet screamed. Startled, the beast sprang into the air. Taking the keyring.

As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

******* *******

100 exactly, by my count.

RM1(SS) (ret) said...

My second-chance bid is here.

Joyce Lansky said...

May I change my entry from "the next morning" to:

"THAT NIGHT, she spotted Bart’s underwear. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons."

After all, it was a dark sky. Thank goodness for circus spot lights!

Joyce

Lalaland said...

Janet didn't like him. Her dog would run outside and come back in when he finished doing his business, except he would run outside and come back in, and do his business right on her carpets. She didn’t know what to do with him. She went hiking and brought him along to teach him how to do his business outside. Instead, he started chasing a rabbit. Then, an eagle came swooping down. The rabbit was gone. She looked up. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

Lalaland said...

I forgot my email.

ttt1612 AT yahoo DOT com

And I blogged about it.

http://faladidadida.blogspot.com/2009/05/ending-tonight.html

Jenna said...

It was a lot harder than I thought it would be to keep it under 100 words. I had to delete a lot.

Janet didn't like him. Okay, Janet hated him. She used to be quite fond of her brother, however, once he learned to talk it all went downhill. He liked to pound on her door at 6 am on Saturdays (when it was still dark out), and once she answered, he would say “good morning!” in a fake-cheery voice.

One Saturday Janet dragged him by the arm to the backyard. Out of nowhere a huge, black bird came by and bit her brothers hand off. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.


jennapomme@yahoo.com

21 said...

Janet didn’t like him. He spoke funny, saying things like Dash it all and he insisted on carrying her books and opening doors, as if she couldn’t handle things like that on her own. It was flattering and irritating all at the same time. But tonight, as he threw his coat around her shoulders, she pressed her locket into his hand and kissed him on the cheek before he turned away. Glancing over his shoulder, he transformed before her eyes into a feathered beast. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

RM1(SS) (ret) said...

Oh, yeah - e-mail.

lordalasdair [at] gmail [dot] com

Dahlia said...

Janet didn’t like him. But then, she didn’t have Stockholm syndrome, so not liking him was completely reasonable. After hours of bargaining, the police still hadn’t convinced the robber to release the hostages.
The calm she had maintained through most of the ordeal was shattered when her captor pulled a gun and pointed it at an old woman. Her eyes flashed red as she summoned a demon, which crashed through the window a second later and ripped the villainous man’s soul out.
As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

According to my word count, it's 98 words long.
Sorry there's no email, but I don't post my email where everyone can see it.

That was a lot of fun!

Tamara said...

I've been tied up with grading, and I completely forgot to post this last night! Okay if I'm DQ'ed. Just wanted to play!

Janet didn’t like him. He was callous, greasy, and his breath stunk like cologne. She wondered if he actually drank the stuff. But she was a professional florist, so she stood in the garden as he pointed to this corner and that trellis directing her. She smiled and nodded, trying to hear his words over the insults she shouted at him in her head. He flashed a diamond. “She hasn’t seen it yet,” he said then swatted at a bird swooping through the yard. As the creature lifted into the dark sky, she could see it dangling from his talons.

thegirardidiner@gmail.com

Monika said...

Will the PointGuard and the Magic Wand post about the winning entries? Or is no news = not selected?
Thanks for this again,

A.S. King said...

Monika--
As I mentioned in yesterday's blog post (and elsewhere on the web) winners will be announced on FRIDAY!

See you then & thanks!