tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post2379372633968887678..comments2024-03-27T09:33:00.314+00:00Comments on In Search of Perdition: The Prediction - all of a muddlePhil Slomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-30972792515788331392013-01-03T22:09:11.324+00:002013-01-03T22:09:11.324+00:00Aye, indeed, the lump im my stomach is heavy and c...Aye, indeed, the lump im my stomach is heavy and cold ... Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-66190955599741119632013-01-03T21:50:37.729+00:002013-01-03T21:50:37.729+00:00I don't think I like the sound of that last bi...I don't think I like the sound of that last bit my dear (news taken with grace and all). Rarely are folks asked to behave gracefully and there not be a reason to lose said grace. There is a lump in my stomach.Marietta Mileshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11168584640510218423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-13783579976170480362013-01-03T21:33:04.705+00:002013-01-03T21:33:04.705+00:00And we are closed for yet another week. Unfortunat...And we are closed for yet another week. Unfortunately I was unable to find time to provide a morsel this week but hopefully next week I shall be able to.<br /><br />So, no more entries and I shall go off and judge. I also have some news to bring you which I hope is accepted in good grace.Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-36661267805253715442013-01-03T21:31:15.707+00:002013-01-03T21:31:15.707+00:00There is a lot of inner turmoil going on here (I f...There is a lot of inner turmoil going on here (I felt guilty. I felt grateful) and it feels very profound as a piece which fills me with sorrow. The elderly, different and broken used to feed whatever evil takes flight above those trees. Sadly it reflects society a little too closely (except for maybe the winged evil).Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-59964025354024508032013-01-03T21:25:39.782+00:002013-01-03T21:25:39.782+00:00Oh dear Antonia, just what you need at the start o...Oh dear Antonia, just what you need at the start of a new year. At least you're able to still turn out great pieces, one after the other. The bit about inciting panic in himself really made me chuckle but also alluded to the humanity left within our 'hero'. I really get a sense that the unravelling flesh is a bit of an analogy about his unravelling sanity as we get towards this end of this one. Very good.Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-48629313335586474562013-01-03T21:22:29.769+00:002013-01-03T21:22:29.769+00:00Really nice take from Colleen there. And that'...Really nice take from Colleen there. And that's a cliffhanger and a half to leave us on. Has Nate abandonned Seth? Or has someone stolen him away? Can't wait for the next installment.Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-74396429930669824832013-01-03T21:18:53.096+00:002013-01-03T21:18:53.096+00:00That's one extreme form of satnav you've g...That's one extreme form of satnav you've got going on there with Nate. There's a great sense of urgency here as Seth and Nate are slowly but surely closing in on there goal.Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-87692171552435425792013-01-03T21:12:39.965+00:002013-01-03T21:12:39.965+00:00So true Matt, so true. And very well captured to b...So true Matt, so true. And very well captured to boot. What greater horror is there than the destruction of dreams and the festering of hope turning to something dark and malevolent. By the way, I believe there is a grammatical error on line....Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-68238221829175557132013-01-03T21:09:43.752+00:002013-01-03T21:09:43.752+00:00I like the way that this twists from a blatant att...I like the way that this twists from a blatant attempt at seduction for gain to outright blackmail. Has our dear Pettinger been caught out one time too many?Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-67601321778276907132013-01-03T21:08:11.235+00:002013-01-03T21:08:11.235+00:00Tight-told and terrible dilemma Marietta - breathl...Tight-told and terrible dilemma Marietta - breathless even - well done,Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-14563816513466394262013-01-03T21:05:05.095+00:002013-01-03T21:05:05.095+00:00Oh my, a zombie with intentions of ruling the worl...Oh my, a zombie with intentions of ruling the world! Clever use of the internal dialogue that he has going on within himself (very Gollum-esque) and gives so many more dimensions to what could so easily be a drab character otherwise. Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-53571433661599043752013-01-03T21:00:48.749+00:002013-01-03T21:00:48.749+00:00Great back and forth with the dialogue here as the...Great back and forth with the dialogue here as the negotiations play a merry dance before our eyes whilst secrets tingle across their lips. I really want to see where this takes us next.Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-30702861430151514382013-01-03T20:57:27.818+00:002013-01-03T20:57:27.818+00:00Oh dear Sandra, I hope you are back to good health...Oh dear Sandra, I hope you are back to good health now.<br /><br />As RR says, twists and turns aplenty here. And to top it all I have learnt a new word. Blenching shall forever be indelibly marked on my brain now :-)Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-63016199712461801082013-01-03T20:50:49.629+00:002013-01-03T20:50:49.629+00:00As is always the way with your pieces Dex, lots go...As is always the way with your pieces Dex, lots going on for us to think upon. Interwoven (pun intended) with great phrases, this piece sees us with a damsel in distress high on a ledge but, as we near the end, I fear for Mathers' safety from this avenging (?) angel. Top writing.Phil Slomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464183612097326811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-69019364620520691052013-01-03T20:45:39.032+00:002013-01-03T20:45:39.032+00:00Pant. Pant. Pant...ran home. Out and about. Had to...Pant. Pant. Pant...ran home. Out and about. Had to give my offering to Mr. Phil.Not sure it sparkles but we shall see. Will comment shortly.<br /><br /><br /><br />Purpose<br />I was not the pretty one. My sister was chosen; forced to a public house and kept with others. She would incite coupling. I last saw her through a window, no thread covering her, as soldiers took turns. I felt guilty. I felt grateful. I was processed and soon riding in an armored truck; surrounded by the elderly, the different and the broken. We passed burning cars, derelict buildings and piles of septic bodies. We stopped beyond the compound gates. Above, unearthly cries rippled through the trees and at last revealed our purpose, our gift; sacrifice.<br />Marietta Mileshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11168584640510218423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-59546654417368434692013-01-03T20:35:44.576+00:002013-01-03T20:35:44.576+00:00This just keeps getting better ...This just keeps getting better ...Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-30632226740462948412013-01-03T20:34:34.202+00:002013-01-03T20:34:34.202+00:00And another desperate to know what next sentence t...And another desperate to know what next sentence to end on.<br />'I’d given him everything. He’d given me black eyes.' is wonderfully impactful. Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-34202731486667796442013-01-03T20:31:37.020+00:002013-01-03T20:31:37.020+00:00The dark journey continues ... and so well, 's...The dark journey continues ... and so well, 'septic threads burning toward my core' is excellent.Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-17724140296029402622013-01-03T20:27:35.854+00:002013-01-03T20:27:35.854+00:00Such implacable, matter of fact horror in this mak...Such implacable, matter of fact horror in this makes it feel like the one true interpretation of the prompt words.Sandra Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11788472031698175632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-52208889722332845302013-01-03T18:24:00.619+00:002013-01-03T18:24:00.619+00:00I am in the middle of a massive amount of work, an...I am in the middle of a massive amount of work, an editor has gone MIA and I have taken over five more anthologies, all great fun. It is at this point my zombie says 'can we do instalment 2, please...' so here it is.<br />Way to go, the first living person has run screaming after one look at me. One down, how many to go? Perhaps he thought I was a walking septic pit or something. Surely I am not that bad looking, am I? I need a mirror. Yes, but that might incite panic in me, and that would never do.<br /> My flesh unravels like a pulled thread destroys a garment. I think of myself as whole and then bits fall off. Very upsetting. But then, who needs it? Bones are clean and strong and … why don’t I believe what I’m saying?<br />Antonia Woodvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12594229396805493611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-1945031781684190032013-01-03T17:32:22.443+00:002013-01-03T17:32:22.443+00:00But you work SO well under pressure, lovey! *grin...But you work SO well under pressure, lovey! *grin*Colleen Foleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07412149737386384036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-80651252463782530642013-01-03T17:27:37.396+00:002013-01-03T17:27:37.396+00:00I apologize for not commenting last week. I was pl...I apologize for not commenting last week. I was plague-ridden. I am now mostly recovered. Thank you all for your kind words on my strange poem. And now (despite the fact that Colleen left me little time, the wench), Seth responds:<br /><br /><b>Tainted Love</b><br /><br />Inciting antibodies in his system might have saved Nate from septicemia, but not for long. I could see and smell the voodoo curse taking over. As his rage grew, his foot got heavier on the gas.<br /><br />My injuries throbbed, anticipating more. I had no magic left for defense or even to mitigate damage done. I’d given him everything. He’d given me black eyes. Dr. Phil would have a lot to say about our relationship.<br /><br />I held onto consciousness by a thread, until Nate took a sharp turn and my head hit the window. <br /><br />I woke in another field. Alone.<br />RR Kovarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05165990070862127913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-62506412103177185052013-01-03T16:29:00.684+00:002013-01-03T16:29:00.684+00:00Missed you all desperately last week! So sorry I d...Missed you all desperately last week! So sorry I didn't make it. I return from a frantic, wonderful, holiday with...<br /><br /><b>The Pull</b><br /><br />I woke behind the wheel, realized what Seth had done, shot my fist at him. It stopped just short of his battered cheek.<br /><br />“…can’t drive Nate. You have to. It’s the only way….’m so sorry.”<br /><br />Still irate, but controlled, I drove. I glanced at my arms, saw the livid bloody streaks on them, septic threads burning toward my core. Toward the source.<br /><br />I followed them like following a map. Each twist of scarlet a twist or turn in the road, urging me, <i>daring</i> me, to find it. Beside me, Seth bled, cried, whispered.<br /><br />“Yes. Find it, Nate. Take us home.”<br /><br />Hope you all had lovely holidays!<br /><br />Colleen Foleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07412149737386384036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-92155810742258880362013-01-03T16:12:02.378+00:002013-01-03T16:12:02.378+00:00I love this. It's positively insidious. I got ...I love this. It's positively insidious. I got a vision of a vast bureaucracy dedicated to keeping us off-balance, whether our soft spot is grammar, politics, religion or various isms. A troll factory, if you will. I'm going to think about this the next time I get outraged about some idiot on the internet.RR Kovarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05165990070862127913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100355327187734441.post-1170133362997196102013-01-03T16:08:56.387+00:002013-01-03T16:08:56.387+00:00Oh, blackmail, that vile enterprise. Never works o...Oh, blackmail, that vile enterprise. Never works out well for anyone. I am in awe of your turn of phrase - <i> purring spurious seduction</i> (and others, but I will seem to gush if I go on. (I am gushing, just to be clear.)). This hero I do like, quite a lot.RR Kovarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05165990070862127913noreply@blogger.com