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Taking the Bus

Friday Fictioneers 10/19/12 (Two Versions)

Ken waited until the bus doors were shutting before he ran up and pounded on the glass.

“Thanks,” he told the driver as he gave his ticket.

He sat and glanced at the people riding with him.  Several older people, a couple of fat guys, some kids, and their mothers.  “Perfect,” he thought.  He waited about two miles into the desert before he stood up and pulled his guns.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is a holdup!”

All eyes fastened on him, deep red and glowing.  All moved toward him.

“Shit! Wrong bus!”  was all he had time for before shooting.

***** Number Two **********

Ken waited until the bus doors were shutting before he ran up and pounded on the glass.

“Thanks,” he told the driver as he gave his ticket.

He sat and glanced at the people riding with him.  Several older people, a couple of fat guys, some kids, and their mothers.  “Perfect,” he thought.  He waited about two miles into the desert before he stood up and pulled his guns.

“Holdup, Folks!  Stay Calm!”

One of the fat dudes raised a .38 and shot Ken in the forehead.

He stumbled back, and then stood, eyes red and glowing.

“I said, ‘calm’.”

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Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers 10/11/12

Tight Squeeze

By Scott L Vannatter

October 10, 2012

Juan turns the corner and jumps the gate.

He runs hard to the left and up a small alleyway.

His heart is pumping so hard; he wonders why it doesn’t burst.

He comes to a dead end.  The people are all cheering in the distance.

Doors all locked and now he is not with the crowd.

He feels the small alley close in on him.

At least, he is finally safe.

He turns at the sound of heavy breathing.

The thousand pound male looks at him and snorts.

“The Running of the Bulls” has taken a terrifying turn for him.

Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers – Tangled Web

Friday Fictioneers for September 14, 2012

Searching the Web! Oh, he was so funny he almost wet himself.

Of course, he was so busy trying to joke to keep from crying out that he almost tripped over the body. It was wrapped in webbing. Now, he was scared. There could not really be a giant spider that could wrap a human, could there?

The flashlight just showed cave walls covered in the silk-like substance. He was hyper sensitive right now.  He felt a light touch, then another. The flashlight crashed to the ground, darkness enveloped him as he realized:

not a spider, thousands of tiny ones!

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This is my first switch from my “Some of My Stuff” page to a post for the Friday musings.  It will make the comments so much easier to follow.

Namaste,

Scott

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