A Bedroom Farce"Well, I've had it!" Ziggy groused as he tossed away another lipstick that had been worn down to a sticky nub. "It's Scary Monster who's doing this, I just know it!"
"What makes you say that?" asked Sers, who had come into his room to borrow some hairspray.
"No one else here uses as much makeup as I do," Ziggy explained, "and I keep this room locked when I'm away. It would have to be someone with unnatural powers and a love of powders who'd manage to pinch my supplies!"
"Powers? Now, now, Ziggy, there's nothing that proves Scary Monster is an actual monster much less someone who can slip in and out of a room without being noticed. You're probably just so busy you're losing track of your supplies."
"I know I'm right! You can never trust a clown " They were still arguing as they left, Ziggy locking the door behind him.
From beneath Ziggy's bed, there could be heard the crinkling of delicate fabrics. Scary Monster care
Valentine's DayThat morning, when Ziggy Stardust saw the shimmering quilt being unpacked in the common room, all bets appeared to be off.Valentine's Day in Short Stories More Like This
"This will look wonderful on my bed!" he cooed as he fingered the silver lame lace that edged the night-black satin quilt spangled with sequin stars, button moons, and velvet planets.
David heaved that particularly deep sigh that only Ziggy's antics brought out. "This isn't for you, Ziggy. The Astronettes may have sent it, but you're not the only one here with your eye on the stars."
"Well, whose is it then?" he asked with a pout.
"You'll see if you help us get it upstairs it's rather heavy."
Jealous but as ever unable to resist his curiosity, Ziggy helped David, Major Tom, and Pierrot carry it up to a particular bedroom...
"It's quite an accurate star chart," Major Tom whispered as they each took a corner of the quilt and slowly eased it onto the bed, not wanting to wake its weary occupant. "How long do you think it took the
The Obstacle CourseThe second big challenge of the competition was the obstacle course! Here's a recap of the actionThe Obstacle Course in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The wall of stardom was an imposing first obstacle. Even without his magic, Jareth scaled it nimbly and took an early lead followed closely by Monte, who apparently is used to being on the run, and Glass Spider, who certainly takes after his namesake! As for the others, Newton and Pierrot's light, slender bodies gave them an advantage in this challenge, while Sir Roland Moorecock and Vendice Partners proved a little well, to be sensitive as possible, slower with regards to their physiques and came in last.
The moss garden leg literally kept the competitors on their toes. The Thin White Duke's anxiousness served him well, as he did not step on any of the mines. Lodger was nervy too, but though he did trigger a few mines he was not fazed by the explosions. As for Ziggy Stardust, who already had problems scali
Cooking with the DukeOne could almost see stink lines emanate from the Thin White Duke's creasing brow. He had so generously offered to make dinner for the other personae, had slaved all afternoon in the kitchen, and now here the personae sat, barely nibbling at the main course.Cooking with the Duke in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His eyes flashed when they caught sight of Major Celliers chewing on the petals of a rose he had plucked from the centerpiece. "Found something more palatable than my stuffed red peppers, Major?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say more palatable," Celliers replied with his own eyes twinkling and his lips half-smiling. "But you've offered us no traditional scoop of sherbet between courses, and I have to cleanse my palate somehow."
"He has a point," said fellow military man Lieutenant Paul Von Przygodsky. "There is a certain sameness to your cooking. I mean, a salad of red peppers drizzled with red pepper vinaigrette followed by roasted red pepper soup followed by stuffed red peppers, with cand
Jareth Gets MotivatedIn the dining room, Jareth was smiling and humming to himself as he slathered peach preserves on his toast.Jareth Gets Motivated in Short Stories More Like This
Halloween Jack managed to catch his glance (with both eyes, having dressed in one of his American-style suits today rather than what the other personae called "that pirate getup") and asked, "So what has His Majesty in such a cheerful mood this morning?"
Jareth was startled by the question and could feel his cheeks burn to see Halloween Jack languidly leaning back in his chair, sipping his milk and expecting an answer. But there was no reason to keep things a secret, so
"If you must know, I seem to have found a means of winning my Sarah's heart at last."
"Which is?" Halloween Jack smirked.
"I will be working with an advisor to develop a strategy for my next encounter with her, let's say. All these years I lamented her turning down my offer of all her dreams come true. Well, my advisor has shown me the light, and I finally und
Meet the CompetitorsIt's a beautiful azure day on Knossos Island as our two teams arrive from New York City by yacht. From our candid interviews as they disembarked, it's clear all the contestants know what they think of each other and what they want.Meet the Competitors in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
First up, let's get to know the cool blue members of the Astronettes!
"I'm always up for exploring, as you know, so Pierrot and I are looking forward to the next few weeks. I can only hope the judges don't think my protein pills are an unfair advantage, or something "
"You know, I'm the one who came up with the name Astronettes for our team! Dave wanted to call it something bland like the Heathens or the Heroes, but I convinced the others to go with something more glamorous. Of course, I'm a born leader and if I can make it to the top of the pops I can certainly make it to the top here! I only wish that Scary Monster wasn't on our team! I don't trust him one bit
A Shocking TwistThe two teams were gathered at the tribal circle to await the results of the scavenger hunt. Ziggy looked quite smug as his fellow Astronettes laid out their finds on their stone "altar", and Sir Roland Moorecock (who, like Ziggy, had appointed himself a team leader) was gritting his teeth to see how much more was there compared to the finds of the Diamond Dogs.A Shocking Twist in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The producers arrived as the sundial "struck" noon but there were two more people with them, concealed in capes and cowls.
One perky producer answered the resultant murmurs with, "Before we resolve this scavenger hunt challenge, we thought we'd surprise you. Each team will be getting a ninth member today!"
"Hopefully," Sir Roland said, "the Diamond Dogs will get someone competent for a change "
"New Astronette, reveal yourself!" the producer cried, and off came his cowl. For a moment the Astronettes thought Sers must have an evil twin, but then they recognized John Blaylock's cool, d
The Team Diamond Dogs CabinSir Roland Moorecock heaved a sigh at the sight of the cabin's weary wooden interior. "I'll bet those aren't even 500-count Egyptian cotton sheets," he said. "You'd think we were in a third-world country!"The Team Diamond Dogs Cabin in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You're sheltered," Lodger said as he turned back the sheets on his bed. "You should have seen some of the youth hostels I knew in Berlin!"
"I don't care, this place is filthy!" Sir Roland said with a sneer, preparing to stomp on a stray spider crossing his path.
Only Glass Spider's swift hands rescued the helpless arachnid. He carried it over to the corner of the cabin closest to the bed he had picked out. "There you go, small one. You'll be safer there..."
Jareth, meanwhile, had used his magic to turn his rusty-springed mattress into a huge puff of feather-filled, silk-topped comfort. As he curled up under newly-satin sheets, Sir Roland stalked over to his side.
"Oh, His Majesty makes sure HE'S
Letter from the Third LoverSomewhere, a letter falls from a jacket pocket and drifts to the floor of a tiny café that is fraying at its edges.Letter from the Third Lover in Short Stories More Like This
The letter belongs to a regular here, but it served its purpose already and will not be missed. He was not in a hurry when he left but he did mention offhandedly to the familiar, patient waiter that he had an appointment to keep with a woman. The waiter vaguely recognized her name; perhaps the regular brought her here once or twice.
He is usually alone. He rarely talks to anyone beyond formalities, but he is always polite.
This regular, known only as "Mr. Newton", is the fabled talk of the café. They wonder who he is and what he does. They all agree that he is too elegant for this place. One old-timer vaguely remembers a photograph of him in the paper once, maybe his name, a bit of a scandal but his memory must be faulty, because that was years ago and this regular i
Bowies on the MoveThe race to the cabins is on! Let's see how the Diamond Dogs are doing in the woodsBowies on the Move in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Dory! Adler! This is no stroll through the park!"
"We're tryin' to keep up, Sir Roland, but the Duke here is comin' down with the tremors. I think the jungle heat is gettin' to him "
"Jungle heat, my foot! I suppose he could keep up if he had his, what do they call it -- Peruvian marching powder? Well, it's time he manned up. You and Dory don't need to help him walk. If he's ambushed by those jungle ninjas it's one less worry for the rest of us!"
"Watch out Sir Roland! Quicksand ahead!"
"Don't try to change the subject, Dory -"
"If anyone knows from quicksand it's me! Don't put your foot out - "
"Well, don't just stand there you ninnies, get me out of here! Throw me a vine, Spider!"
"Hmmm you're didn't say the magic word I think you can fend for yourse
TreasuresThe Astronettes set the meeting at the cabin for 11:45 the deadline for the hunt was high noon and they now sweatily trudged in, having been up since sunrise combing the jungle for the scavenger hunt items.Treasures in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"So," self-appointed team leader Ziggy said excitedly, "Who's found what?"
"I found Number One, the autograph," said David as he laid a signed LP of Little Richard's Greatest Hits on the wooden dining table.
"I found Number Four, the bag of cocaine," said Screamin' Lord Byron. "I think I just beat the Thin White Duke to it "
"I found some models of satellites I think that's what Number Eleven was " said Major Tom.
"I found Number Fourteen, the copy of 1984," said Julian Priest. "First edition too "
"I found this pretty star," said Pierrot as he placed a gold pendant on the table. "That's Number Nine "
"I found these silly platform boots," said Serious Moonlight, "so that's Number Eight "
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Chapter 4: Wait
**Warning: Lots of Adult type touching to coin a phrase from Lixxle**
"Sarah," Sarah's roommate Vivienne whispered. No response. "Sarah!"
"Five more minutes, Viv. It's all nice and warm under here "
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Ugh what time is it?" Sarah asked not opening her eyes.
"In the morning? Jesus Christ, Viv! Too early!"
"Sarah! Did you know there's a guy in your bed?"
At these words, Sarah's eyes popped open in alarm. "Say what?"
Vivienne pointed behind her and Sarah turned her head to see a mop of blond hair sticking above the blanket. Now that she was awake, she could feel an arm draped over her waist and she could now comprehend why it was so warm and cozy, because she had Goblin King in her bed. The question was: when the hell had that happened?! "He wasn't there last
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# 71: Obsession
Sarah had just settled down after a long day sorting out clothing at her job at a local retail store. A new shipment had come in just in time for the holiday season and her boss had told her more or less that she need to get those clothes out on the floor before the end of her shift or else. Sarah hadn't really wanted to contemplate what 'or else' might have meant so she'd worked at a feverish pace folding jeans, tagging sweaters, and hanging jackets. While the work had made her nine-hour shift fly by, it also made her completely exhausted by the time she trudged into her apartment at eight o'clock that night.
She hadn't even taken the time to hang her own coat up, but had simply tossed both coat and purse into a chair, toed off her shoes, and proceeded to flop on the couch, not caring that her back would hurt the next morning. As she was about to drift off, a faint tickling on the end of her nose and the smell of peaches and cinnam
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"Sarah, I will not takes you back to the Underground! Not no way! Not no how!" Hoggle yelled shaking a finger at the now thirty-year-old Sarah Williams; why had he promised her one birthday wish of her choosing?
"Oh come on Hoggle! It's my birthday!"
"Do you have a death wish for your birthday? Because this is a good way of gettin' 'round to it if ya do!"
"He can't still be mad at me I mean, it's been fifteen years! I won, he lost simple as that. I can't imagine that he would still be a sore loser after all these years."
Hoggle glared at the brunette before him. He'd been visiting her weekly since her trip through the labyrinth and they'd become closer friends than Hoggle would have ever thought possible. The, in his opinion, young girl before him was like a sister to him and he didn't want any harm to come to her, but she was pleading with him to take her to the
Maypole DancingA Labyrinth one-shot...Maypole Dancing in Short Stories More Like This
Sarah stood anxiously awaiting the dance to begin. The grassy field was full of smiling people who stood in one of two circles. The outer circle was the larger one, full of spectators who joyously cheered and called out for those in the inner circle. The inner circle was comprised of the dancers. Each held a long twenty-foot strand of ribbon in their hands, prepared to start the dance at the call of the Master of Ceremonies. Sarah herself, stood in the inner circle, dressed in one of her mother's old costumes and a flower circlet in her dark hair let loose to blow in the slight breeze.
She smiled widely and her hands gripped the green ribbon in her hands tighter. The other nineteen dancers swayed, ready for the dance to begin. The Master of Ceremonies, a tall man dressed in traditional Irish garb, walked to the center near the maypole. He held up his hands and the crowd fell silent. "Welcome to the thirteenth annual May Day festival!" he greeted th
Flight PatternsSarah sat in her apartment bedroom with her head in her hands. She was torn between feeling intense anger and weeping sorrow. She'd been fired from her job today. Not that she was terribly disappointed about that; she hated her job. The people she worked with were all assholes who gossiped more than old ladies at bingo. She'd been confined to a cubical, expected to work eight hour days that were never long enough to get all of her work done, so she'd ended up staying extra hours or coming in early and of course she'd been salaried so she didn't get paid for those extra hours. Her boss had approached her earlier that day around lunchtime. He'd pulled her aside into his office to inform her that because of her lack of ability to work with her team members and because she was falling behind in her work that he was going to have to let her go. Sarah hadn't argued, didn't say a single word to the large balding man, but had simply gone back to her desk, packed up the few personal items she hFlight Patterns in Short Stories More Like This
Cable ConnectionThe walls vibrated heavily with techno beats, and the floor glimmered in crisscrossed patterns of purple, green, and red. Many people were moving their bodies in weird funky ways, trying to match their movements with that of the song.Cable Connection in Fan Fiction More Like This
But these were no ordinary people. They were androids, robots, metal-men, whatever you like to call it... Man's last great creation (gift) to the world before being wiped off the planet for good.
The robots had no idea why they were built, what their sole purpose was in life, so they educated themselves with old human films. They watch films that showed human cops, weddings, children, actors, musicians, etc.
So motivated by the films the robots attempted to pursue the "original" roles once held by mankind, and soon there were robot weddings and robot cops.
And robot segregation...
It wasn't necessary, no not at all, and it wasn't influenced by films... Well, maybe just a little... However, rules were posted to keep the two types of robots away from each o