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governmentcontrolledcatsIt's time for the third round of Government Controlled Cats!
The Prompts:
Please note, the format has changed from the previous round. All rounds will have different formats.
The Format: The main action sequence of the prompt's novel.
The Format's Length: 1-500 words of original fiction. Please note that entries are not required to use the words from their prompt's title and summary.
A Quick Reminder of How to Enter and Entry Rules: Five comments, containing one prompt each, will be added to this prompt post. In order to submit an entry, REPLY with a comment to your selected prompt comment. Each entry must be in the specified format and be submitted as a REPLY comment to the prompt comment. Do not comment with your entry as a reply to other entries; only comment with your entry as a reply to the original prompt comment.
Participants can submit up to three entries per round to the prompt(s) of their choice. If participants are not signed into Dreamwidth, Livejournal or openID, please include a preferred name/handle at the top of the entry comment, otherwise the entry will be considered to be written by 'anonymous.'
Submissions are due by 11:59PM United States East Coast Time on July 6th, 2011. If you're not on United States East Coast Time, you may find the World Clock to be handy. Refer to 'New York' for current United States East Coast Time.
Have fun!
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The Prompts:
Throb: Wonder Bread been banned and the government controls beards.
Poke: Trousers have been banned and the government controls decisions.
Reek: Love has been banned and the government controls tic tac toe.
Dimmed: Underwear has been banned and the government controls bringing horses inside a house.
Lunge: Eating with a fork has been banned and the government controls fake moustaches.
The Format: The main action sequence of the prompt's novel.
The Format's Length: 1-500 words of original fiction. Please note that entries are not required to use the words from their prompt's title and summary.
A Quick Reminder of How to Enter and Entry Rules: Five comments, containing one prompt each, will be added to this prompt post. In order to submit an entry, REPLY with a comment to your selected prompt comment. Each entry must be in the specified format and be submitted as a REPLY comment to the prompt comment. Do not comment with your entry as a reply to other entries; only comment with your entry as a reply to the original prompt comment.
Participants can submit up to three entries per round to the prompt(s) of their choice. If participants are not signed into Dreamwidth, Livejournal or openID, please include a preferred name/handle at the top of the entry comment, otherwise the entry will be considered to be written by 'anonymous.'
Submissions are due by 11:59PM United States East Coast Time on July 6th, 2011. If you're not on United States East Coast Time, you may find the World Clock to be handy. Refer to 'New York' for current United States East Coast Time.
Have fun!
Prompt 1
Date: 2011-06-29 04:56 am (UTC)Prompt 2
Date: 2011-06-29 04:56 am (UTC)Re: Prompt 2
Date: 2011-07-06 06:43 pm (UTC)Jumping over a row of chairs, kilt flapping at the motion, he ducked behind them. They were flaring red, all of them, a sign that he shouldn't sit there, but that wasn't what he had in mind. Working quickly, he pried one chair out of its all-too-cheap bolt and threw it out a nearby window, shattering the less-than-bulletproof glass.
He covered his face, device still protesting that he was going the wrong way, and dove through the window, knowing that his enemies weren't far behind.
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Date: 2011-07-06 06:50 pm (UTC)Prompt 3
Date: 2011-06-29 04:56 am (UTC)Re: Prompt 3
Date: 2011-07-07 12:22 am (UTC)"Mommy?" Hanna asked, her confused caterwaul causing Rachel to wince as she gazed around, looking for a way out. She shot a bullet into a viewcamera, hoping that they'd lose track of the two of them for a while.
She didn't care about anything other than getting out of there before they were caught. Jonas would help the two of them if she could manage it.
Limping forward, she tried to stay in motion, tried to keep running, just as she cursed the simple children's game that had gotten them into this situation as Hanna cried out in pain from an attacker that Rachel couldn't see.
There was nothing to do but run and duck.
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:05 am (UTC)Prompt 4
Date: 2011-06-29 04:57 am (UTC)Prompt 5
Date: 2011-06-29 04:57 am (UTC)entry by tangerine
Date: 2011-07-01 05:28 pm (UTC)Three seconds of shocked silence passed before the screaming began. Guests lunged from the banquet table as security staff ushered people out the front door. Mousse was spattered on gilded walls, seeping through fine linen and dripping from flower arrangements.
Esther's goatee tingled as circuits died, but she seemed to be the only one who noticed that something else was wrong. The room had almost emptied but for herself, the spineless worm called Donovan, and his security goons; Esther moved to intercept them. She ripped off her goatee and pulled out the neural destabilizer hidden in her elegant hair-style.
She aimed at Donovan's goons and opened fire. The first one went down without a blink, but the other three returned fire. Donovan, the slimy weasel, scrambled for the rear doors. Not that Esther let him. She tossed a plastinade towards the back wall and covered her ears. The room rocked as the back wall – and accompanying exits – were covered in unbreakable plastifilm. Esther ducked and rolled behind a serving cart. She tapped her earring.
The time is twenty-one forty two, it chimed.
The ceiling exploded and the chandelier fell in a shower of crystal shards. Esther looked up. It still took a moment to recognize Liliana and Jaime without their handlebar mustaches. Esther laid down covering fire as her teammates rappelled into the room.
They landed on the banquet table, shattering plates with their combat boots. They dived for the walls, landing slightly behind Esther's position.
Liliana pulled out a plasma launcher and targeted the end of the room. Two of the security goons were reduced to ash. Jaimie's toxin-loaded darts picked off the remaining one; his twitching body hit the floor.
The only sounds in the room were the cracking of glass and Donovan's weak thrashing as he pawed futilely at the plastifilmed exit door. Esther peered over the serving cart. Without his security team, the most powerful sparkdust dealer in the city was reduced to thrashing on the floor, getting food on his tasteless golden suit. She raised her neural destabilizer and fired a single shot. Donovan stilled.
Esther slowly stood up. “Injuries?”
Jaimie looked down at her left arm. “Slight pistol-shot graze to the upper arm, Commander.” She patted her arm. “My suit's already sealing it down. The extraction team will be here in two minutes.”
Esther nodded. Even though the authorities were scrambling to respond to a now-sounding general alarm, Esther felt almost relaxed. Six months of planning had culminated in a near-flawless fight. She strolled over to Donovan's body.
Jaimie called out from behind her. “There wasn't a single personal distress call, Commander. How'd you disable all their mustaches?”
“The explosives were command-chained to nano-destabilizers in the gazpacho and the strawberry puree.” Esther replied. She nudged Donovan's corpse with her foot. He rolled over; there was a smear of pink liquid across his pencil mustache. Esther smiled.
“They always try the soup.”