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Saving Time: Part 4 Mismanaged

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The next morning, I arrived in the parking lot seconds before the other employees. We simultaneously swarmed the entrance of Saving Time, like bees to their hive.

Blue Tie snagged my sleeve as I walked though the door. “Not so fast, Missy,” and led me back to the bank side where Darlene was lighting a new cigarette. “You have to finish your work from yesterday.”

“But I did–,” my eyes stared blankly at several new mountains of paperwork. Was she here all night making this mess for me to sort?

Darlene glanced at me with devious eyes before she waved Blue Tie to her computer screen. She pointed a greasy fingertip to the glass, “Can you believe her?”

Blue Tie’s shoulders sagged. “Would you please not start drama today, Darlene?” He nodded to the screen, “Not with Mr. Acetone coming in.” I noticed Darlene roll her eyes as Blue Tie began trotting away.

“Everyone, get this place cleaned up ASAP! Mr. Acetone is on his way!” Blue Tie called out, his voice fading into the back of the building.

“Who’s Mr. Acetone?” I asked Darlene, her attention focused solely  on what looked like someone’s personal Facebook profile. As if in response, a low rumbling, like thunder, came from the street and rattled the piles of empty food containers littering Darlene’s work space.

“Mr. Acetone is here!” she spoke in a sing-song voice, running her fingers through her stringy hair, leaving behind slick streaks.

I looked up from the endless tower of papers to see monstrous wheels creep passed the glass door. It was the largest pickup truck I had ever seen, outside of the monster truck rallies on television. It had an extended cab, extended bed, several sets of lights, and four exhaust pipes.

The driver parked directly in front of the buildings’ entrances, half on the curb, dangerously close to the doors. The door to the bank flew open and in strode —

“Mr. Acetone,” Darlene squeaked.

The man’s flawless blonde comb over grazed the door frame as he stepped in and he removed his aviator sunglasses. His physique was that of a man who had played several seasons of football 30 years ago, but now his age was catching up, whether he liked it or not. He flashed an overly white smile at Darlene and sauntered up to the desk and placed a thick elbow on the counter. “Morning, darlin’. How are we today?”

Darlene beamed. I could taste stomach acid rising up into my mouth.

“We’re great, Mr. Acetone,” Darlene spoke in a professional voice I wasn’t convinced belonged to her. “Here are the numbers from last week, your emails, lunch menus for today, your balanced checkbook,” she leaned over to reach under her desk. For a moment, I thought I heard her chair leg crack. She pulled out a tan garment bag and more papers, “And your dry cleaning, yesterday’s mail, that recipe you asked for, the information on the four wheeler in the paper, and…” She started looking around her desk, lifting up old candy bar wrappers, then pulled an envelope out from between her stomach rolls. “Here it is! The names of the new ladies,” she placed the envelope on the counter beside the pile of other junk.

When the hell did she do all this sh–

“It is a miracle this place ever functioned without you, sweetheart,” Mr. Acetone peeled his arms out of his black leather jacket and handed it to Darlene. “Hold on to that for me, love. I need to introduce myself to the new hires.” He started to open the envelope, “Where’s Boss Lady and that puny fella that always wears the same blue tie?”

Darlene never took her eyes from the man. “I haven’t seen them.”

Lie. I chuckled under my breath, returning to my so called work.

“I remember when you first started here,” Mr. Acetone cooed at Darlene, but was looking over the paper in his hand. “And how long have you been here, love?”

“Oh, um…” Darlene seemed confused by the question.

“Not you,” he snapped at Darlene, still lost in thought.

I looked up to find him starring directly at me, sitting in the floor amongst the heaps of paperwork. “Well, hello there,” his ice blue eyes seemed to burn behind his too bright smile. “And who are you?”

“Bobby,” I answered immediately. The thought of this guy knowing my real name made me uncomfortable. For the first time, I was glad to have a pseudonym.

“Nice to meet you, Bobby.” He winked and flexed what little muscle he still had under the accumulative flab. He extended a meaty hand and waited for me to shake it.

I slowly rose from the floor, mentally listing the things I would rather do.

With one jolting shake, he said, “Jack Acetone. This,” he indicated the entirety of the bank, his gaze lingered way too long on Darlene, “is mine.” He looked at the crumbling hole in the wall and the clock factory beyond. “I suppose that, too, now.” He returned his piercing eyes to me, “Hopefully soon, you’ll become a valuable employee like our dear Darlene.”

 

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Fantasy Writing Prompts: March 2017

Fantasy Writing Prompts

This week will mark two years that I have been married to my best friend. Amazing, talented, beautiful, and eccentric. Les is the artist and editor of Holloway’s Hideaway and, as you could imagine, this site would not be remotely possible without her. Fantasy is an important aspect of our lives. We write, draw, play, and live in vast worlds of fantasy. Naturally, this week’s prompts are full of fantasy potential. These prompts are waiting for your story, so get to creating your own worlds and adventures!

Happy anniversary, sweetheart. Thank you for standing at my side while we make our fantasies a reality. I love you!

Fantasy Writing Prompts-Mar2017-Their skeletons danced in the moonlight.
Their skeletons danced in the moonlight.
Fantasy Writing Prompts-Mar2017-Faceless eyes peered from darkened corners.
Faceless eyes peered from darkened corners.
Fantasy Writing Prompts-Mar2017-The heat intensified as she accidently summoned her first fireball.
The heat intensified as she accidently summoned her first fireball.
Fantasy Writing Prompts-Mar2017-The trees whisper a warning of the approaching forces.
The trees whisper a warning of the approaching forces.

 

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Saving Time: Part 3 Overtime

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I had spent my last miserable work hours tediously sorting piles of paperwork, after spending my first hours sorting out rusty clock parts. I was more than relieved to be home opening the bottle of wine that had been chilling in the refrigerator since my birthday. I poured a generous glass and flopped onto the couch. I reached for the tv remote when my phone rang.

The unfamiliar ten digit number flashed while the phone vibrated in a small circle. I contemplated throwing it across the room, and whether or not my phone would survive.

“Hello?”

“Hey, uh, Bobby?” It was Darlene. Her words were spaced with heaving breaths every few syllables, as if she had been running. I knew that was not the case. “They need you. To come in. Now. I couldn’t find you. On Facebook. So, I had to. Call you.”

I looked down at my glass of wine. “Am I getting paid?”

“Yeah.”

“Overtime?” One could be hopeful.

“No,” she said flatly and ended the call.

I placed my glass in the refrigerator and set out, once again, to this hellish place I now called work.

I arrived before everyone else, again, and decided to park at the end of the block. I waited as the cars descended upon the parking lot like flies on fresh dog shit. After taking her parking spot back, the petite girl exited her car, still streaming profanities, and entered the bank without sparing a glance for anyone.

Blue Tie opened the door and leaned out, motioning everyone inside the buildings. “Bobby! You came back!” he beamed with awe as I approached.

Yeah, I can’t believe it either. I grinned, gritting my teeth.

“Come with me,” Blue Tie instructed to those who had shown up, then jogged away towards the back of the clock shop.

Namer was slumped against the wall, seeming to be asleep.

Then it hit me. The putrid, sulfuric odor assaulted me like a physical force. “What is that smell?”

“The Separator is leaking again,” choked Blue Tie. “We need to find the leak.” He went to a corner and grabbed a cardboard box.

“I don’t know anything about machines,” I said, thinking back on all the appliances I had thrown out when they refused to work.

“Oh, it’s easy! Just take this,” Blue Tie held out the box, which was full of half-used rolls of various tapes, “and follow your nose!” He pinch my nose, like a grandfather does to his helpless infant grandchild.

I pulled the collar of my shirt up over my nose as I and several other people approached the gaseous device. I noticed that no two people had the same kind of tape.

As I rounded the corner to the backside of the machine, I could see far more tape than metal. Duct, masking, electrical, and even scotch were all in abundance.

“Could they not call a repair man?” I asked no one in particular.

“Oh, they did,” said a stocky man to my left, sniffing like a hound. “Pro’lly two years ‘go. He whacked at it a few times with a big ‘ole wrench, then stuck a patch on it. Told management he’d order us a part and come back when it came in.”

“They should call him back,” the smell was beginning to make me light headed.

“They did, but the guy went outta business. We’ve been trying to hold out until he can get that part over to us.” The man reached up to slap a strip of tape onto a random patch of metal.

 

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Dialogue Writing Prompts: March 2017

Dialogue Writing Prompts

I can’t take credit for the prompts this week. Les wrote all of these down while I was working on the new homepage yesterday. The easiest way to describe a character in a story is to let them do the talking. This week, we have four new dialogue prompts for you to start your very own story.

There isn’t much new to report in progress. I am continuing to add to the first draft of the Brix and Gregor story. Beyond that, we’re coming up with ideas for the new satire series, Saving Time, we are sharing for Flash Fiction Friday. I hope everyone is enjoying.

Dialogue Writing Prompts-Mar2017-Are you thinking what I'm thinking he asked the group telepathically.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked the group, telepathically.
Dialogue Writing Prompts-Mar2017-I don't think of you as a protector. More like a distraction.
“I don’t think of you as a protector. More like a distraction.”
Dialogue Writing Prompts-Mar2017-No one tramples my daisies! the ogre growled.
“No one tramples my daisies!” the ogre growled.
Dialogue Writing Prompts-Mar2017-Where is Death when you need her
“Where is Death when you need her?”

 

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Saving Time: Day 1 Part 2

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Saving Time: Day 1, Part 2

 

“Oh, no,” said Blue Tie with mock sympathy, standing uncomfortably close, peering over my shoulder.

I had drifted into a trance sometime during the monotonous work, but his gut-wrenching comment woke me. We were nearly done sorting the junk parts, but now stood frozen. I was the only one to speak, “What’s wrong,” do not call him Blue Tie, “sir?”

“You’re supposed to sort them by color, not by design!” His frustration came across rather whiney for a grown man in a semi-suit. “Seriously, it isn’t that hard,” he groaned as he rolled his eyes with his entire upper body, his arms flailing wildly in frustration.

The older woman pointed in my direction, “It was her idea,” with unmistakable accusation and said nothing more.

I fought the urge to throat punch the woman I had only known for 3 hours, while Blue Tie refocused on me, clearly distraught and demanding a response. “But would it not be easier to find what you’re looking for this way?” I asked.

“That’s not the point, “Blue Tie responded sharply. “We have always sorted them by color. Boss is not going to like this. Wasn’t there four of you?”

I realized for the first time that one of the young men was missing. The rest of us shrugged, unknowing of the man’s whereabouts.

“Let’s just say he’s in the restroom,” Blue Tie glanced over his shoulder, then turned back attempting to whisper, “Boss doesn’t like quitters. Be right back!” then turned to run off once again.

“What do we do with the rest of this?” I yelled after him, gesturing to the remaining cogs and gears left unsorted.

“Keep going!” he yelled back, jutting up his thumbs before returning to his jog in the opposite direction.

I turned back to the barrels, debating on “going to the restroom” as well, when I heard a faint psst coming from behind the rusty bins. I leaned forward, peering over the far rim when a young woman popped her head up. I jumped backwards, grabbing hold of the barrel to keep my balance.

The girl silently slid her hand over the rim, a crumpled business card held between her fingers. Her wildly frazzled hair complimented her shifty eyes. “Don’t trust HR,” she hissed nearly inaudible amidst the metallic swishing of the group sifting through the barrels’ contents.

I took the card with a questioning glance, but remained silent, unsure what to say. Thanks?

Human Resources, ha!” She threw her head back with the single laugh. “That,” she pointed a grimy finger at the card, “is who you call if you need a real person to help you.”

I looked down at the card and saw a hand written number, ink running from what looked like a grease stain.

I heard the jogging return of Blue Tie, and when I looked up, the woman was gone. He used his animated arms to separate me from the rest of the group, “Boss said she wants a word with you later,” he said as he ushered me back to the front of the building. “But now they need your help on the bank side. You are coming back tomorrow?”

My first thought was to ask why I wouldn’t, but after what happened with the other young man this morning, I decided to keep my answer simple, “Yes.”

“Great! Come with me.” He led me through the shattered wall and into the bank building. Behind the counter, at the far left, sat a rotund woman miraculously perched atop her shockingly small office chair. Her eyes were locked on her computer screen while her right finger constantly rotated the mouse’s scroll wheel, keeping the screen in constant motion. Leaning towers of paperwork surrounded her work station, accompanied by several white Styrofoam take-out containers and soft drink bottles.

“This is Darlene,” said Blue Tie, and cleared his throat to draw her attention away from the glowing screen. “You’ll be helping her for the rest of the day,” and he turned on a heel to begin jogging to his next destination.

Darlene swiveled in her chair, the chair protested loudly, and she gave me a once over. She smelled like an ashtray cheeseburger. In fact, she had two lit cigarettes dangling from her mouth and at least 4 unlit cigarettes peaking out from under several of her many rolls.

What else is tucked in there? I immediately decided to never ponder that question again.

Darlene returned her face four inches away from her computer screen and wiggled her porky fingers towards the teetering paper stacks. “Sort this crap out.”

As I stepped closer to take one of the parchment skyscrapers, I glanced at her screen and saw several separate windows open, all of which with the Facebook logo at the top.

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Mystery Writing Prompts: March 2017

Mystery Writing Prompts

Few things can peak someone’s interest in a new story like a good mystery. Something is amiss and answers are needed. Today, we provide you with three new story starters so you can begin your own mystery! Please share your inspired stories and artwork with us!

I feel like mystery will likely be my go to in the future for my stories. They are so much fun to work on. You start by knowing all of the answers and working your way backwards, taking away pieces of information and placing a bread trail in reverse for the readers. I thoroughly enjoyed Red Herring and the messages each week asking if so-and-so did or didn’t do it.

I will be starting chapter 9 (of 31) in my Brix and Gregor fantasy adventure today. I’m trying my best to focus on just one of the big projects at a time. Other slated novels include an origin story for Aelfric (from “The Book” and “Survivor” storylines), a new case for Detective Peirson, a science fiction mystery/thriller inspired by our flash fiction “The Ceasefire”, and a paranormal mystery in a small fishing town (Sorry, Krystal. That story has been especially trying for some reason. Some day, I promise, that one will be written.).

Mystery Writing Prompts-Mar2017-Everything was dying, except the humans.
Everything was dying, except the humans.
Mystery Writing Prompts-Mar2017-The chill crept further up my spine as the flashlight revealed a sea of bones as far as I could see.
The chill crept further up my spine as the flashlight revealed a sea of bones as far as I could see.
Mystery Writing Prompts-Mar2017-They were known as The Faceless and they knew everything.
They were known as The Faceless and they knew everything.

 

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Saving Time: Day 1

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My heart raced with nervous energy and five cups of black coffee. I parallel parked my outdated sedan on the side of the desolate street. I heard my front tire scraping the sidewalk. At least no one saw that.

“Where the heck is everybody?” I whispered to myself before chugging the last of the coffee from my thermos, swallowing a generous amount of coffee grounds.

I checked my watch. The second hand sat bouncing in place, the time still reading 10:28 p.m. I threw the useless thing in the glove compartment, slamming it closed.  I strained to read the folded sheet of paper in my lap I had printed off last night from the job placement’s website. My printer’s ink levels were so low it made their tiny map impossible to see. The instructions were large enough to make out:  “Arrive 15 Minates Befor Start Time: 8:00 A.M.” No matter how many times I read it, the amount of typos left me flabbergasted.

I exited from my horribly parked car and attempted to straighten my wrinkled blouse with no success. I approached the old brick building, my new job, and immediately froze when seeing there were two doors. The door to the left had green block letters, “Saving”, and the other with a paper sign taped to the glass hiding part of the name and only revealing the word “Time.” Glue residue remained of old letters that had obviously been removed, once reading “Financial Savings”. A bank?

Three people approached the two doors I had idly been standing before. Two young men and a middle aged woman, all baring the same look of confusion as myself. The woman held a sheet of paper like the one I had printed, but her printer clearly had more ink than mine.

“What time is it?” She asked no one in particular.

One of the young men, immersed in internet land via his cell phone, nonchalantly mumbled “7:45.” As if on cue, seven more cars screeched to a halt along the side walk.

A violent combination of rock, heavy metal, and rap music echoed through the street until the listeners cut their engines in sync. Another car and it’s driver, who is now officially late, stopped abruptly in the middle of the road next to my own car, as if I had stolen a claimed parking space. I heard a stream of profanities from the driver as the car’s tires spun, producing a small puff of smoke. The car jumped the curb onto the sidewalk, narrowly missing the brick wall, a fire hydrant, and a small bird. A petite woman bounced out of the car, still swearing, and entered the bank side without acknowledging the small party gathered around the entrances.

Out from the other door appeared a young man in a bright blue tie, dingy white dress shirt, and faded black slacks one size too large. “Mornin’!” he bellowed with a wide smile. The entirety of the group, myself included, jumped at his unnecessary volume. “Come on in!” and he waved us inside, his arm rotating widely, like a one-bladed ceiling fan on the highest setting.

I haven’t ate enough coffee grounds for this I thought as I veered into the doorway. I glanced back to see the rest of the name hidden by the sheet of paper “It’s Clock Time”. A clock repair shop? What?

I first noticed the haphazardly formed doorway through the central wall connecting the clock shop to the bank. Two sledge hammers leaned against the freshly punched out passage. I pointed, poised to ask a question, “Is that sa–”

“Wait here,” he boomed over my cut-off question. He made an elaborate showroom gesture to a machine that gave the impression of a man leaning against the wall. Instead of a head, an antique Apple computer balanced atop a receipt dispenser with an unnecessary amount of duct tape connecting the two. An old leather office chair positioned at the base held onto the top half with several sets of cables and rope. “This is Namer! He’ll give you a nametag and I’ll be right back with your daily assignment.”

I approached the robot as it/he spit out a small strip of paper that read “Bobby.”

Blue Tie came running back to the group gulping air. “Nice to meet you, Bobby!” Blue Tie said, looking at the nametag.

“It’s Barbara, actually,” I said, rather confused. His breath smelled of onions and maple syrup.

“Well, that’s quite a bit closer than Namer usually gets to people’s old names. It’s easier if you just learn to go by the name Namer gives you. Less confusing that way. Come with me, Bobby. Come along everyone!” He herded us like cattle to the far right wall. “These are the machines you won’t have anything to do with.”

I began glancing around as the others ogled the machines. He then pushed us toward large, rusty metal bins in the corner that I thought were going to be full of garbage. I was close I thought as I saw various cogs, gears, and springs piled high to the brim. “Sort these,” Blue Tie instructed and started to walk away. He turned on a heel and added, “Before lunch.”

The taller of the young men raised his hand awkwardly. “When is lunch?”

Blue Tie chuckled heartily, “Oh I meant my lunch!” He checked his watch, and looked at the bins. “Then we’ll see if you’ve earned a break. Chop, chop!”

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Kids Writing Prompts: February 2017

Kids Writing Prompts

It’s time to revisit our newest category of writing prompts! It’s never too early (or late) to embrace creativity. Although I tend to create darker content, it is good practice to take a step back and enjoy some light-hearted content. Below, you will find three new writing prompts that are perfect for all ages. It’s time to start your story!

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Kids Writing Prompts-Feb2017-Her life changed when she learned the monsters were protecting her.
Her life changed when she learned the monsters were protecting her.
Kids Writing Prompts-Feb2017-The fallen tree limb transformed into a gleaming sword.
The fallen tree limb transformed into a gleaming sword.
Kids Writing Prompts-Feb2017-The large egg cracked open and the creature within looked around the room.
The large egg cracked open and the creature within looked around the room.

 

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Fantasy Writing Prompts: February 2017

Fantasy Writing Prompts

It’s the time of year where reality catches up to us. Tax season. I filed ours this morning and I certainly need some fantasy to escape to. With Two Steps From Hell playing, I put together three new fantasy prompts for you to use in your own fantasy escape.

Late last night [about 8:30], I started chapter six of the untitled Brix and Gregor draft. It’s slowly coming together. I am completely unsure what will be featured on this next Flash Fiction Friday. Is there anything you would like to see? I have way too many ideas going at one time. Perhaps I’ll use one of the prompts below?

Fantasy Writing Prompts-Feb2017-The king stumbled from his throne and collapsed to the floor of the empty chamber.
The king stumbled from his throne and collapsed to the floor of the empty chamber.
Fantasy Writing Prompts-Feb2017-Two thousand warriors drew their swords for a war they would not win.
Two thousand warriors drew their swords for a war they would not win.
Fantasy Writing Prompts-Feb2017-The dragon graciously welcomed the guest to its kingdom.
The dragon graciously welcomed the guest to its kingdom.

 

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Valentine’s Day Writing Prompts: February 2017

Valentine’s Day Writing Prompts

As you may have realized by now, Leslie and I aren’t big on the mushy side of romance. Our idea of celebrating Valentine’s Day is raiding the marked down chocolate on the 15th of February. That inspired the first of this week’s writing prompts. If you’re looking for the sappy love story, these probably are not the writing prompts for you. Or maybe they are. After all, it is your story. And please share those stories with us. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!

I would like to remind you that I’m taking this week off of flash fiction so I can get everything sorted out after the ten part series of Red Herring. I really hope you enjoyed it. Detective Peirson will see more cases in the future. Hopefully in a longer format than flash fiction. I’m currently in Chapter 3 of the first draft for a story containing Brix and Gregor that I’m pretty excited about.

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Valentine's Day Writing Prompts-Feb2017-They were content in sharing the last box of chocolate from the post-Valentine's Day sale.
They were content in sharing the last box of chocolate from the post-Valentine’s Day sale.
Valentine's Day Writing Prompts-Feb2017-She smirked as she tossed another pink teddy bear into the roaring flames.
She smirked as she tossed another pink teddy bear into the roaring flames.
Valentine's Day Writing Prompts-Feb2017-A widower awoke to a message in blood upon his wall. I love you. Always.
A widower awoke to a message in blood upon his wall. “I love you. Always.”
Valentine's Day Writing Prompts-Feb2017-A single rose with a letter attached hung from the door. The letter simply stated, See you at 800.
A single rose with a letter attached hung from the door. The letter simply stated, “See you at 800.”

 

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