Thursday, August 13, 2015

WedWords: Survival of Lord James St. John

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Another hot day in Kansas City began by 9 a.m., and David sighed.  Why the hell did we move here?  Why?

He found himself on the library steps, going up into the brisk cool of books and tables.  David headed back to where he had tossed “The Adventures of Lord James St. John” onto the floor.  The book, of course, had been shelved by some zealous librarian.  Even so, he caught the sapphire blue spine among lined up soldiers of insipid adventure fiction books.

Sitting in a dark corner on a battered leather chair, David experienced a revived sense of anticipation.

“…the ground rumbled beneath him... as he raced ahead of the cave-in, only to sense burning vitriolic acid mist surrounding him, engulfing him.  The air morphed into a freezing mixture, combined with rotten egg scent of  liquid sulfuric acid…
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Oh, come on!  Sulfuric acid AND gaseous nitrous oxide?  Together? Ancient tribes would have no knowledge…Idiot writer…Do your research, why dontcha?

Misfortune loomed as the fumes waved over him.  Coughing through a torn shirt sleeve, when he had an epiphany. Holding his breath, he crouched and crept along the craggy cave floor, breathing through the rock and dirt.  Stay low, stay low…out of the mist…

 A light gleamed ahead.  … hallucination?... St. John tumbled and rolled into the bright day light.  He snatched grass and twigs to pull him the rest of the way until he could escape the fumes. Lord James revived just enough to see his worst enemy towering over him.  Not him, Lord James St. John groaned.

David smirked. Well then…this was unpredictable.

A tall man glared down at him.  “…had to take another gamble, didn’t you?...A man who finds  misfortune, unworthy to bear the colors of the St. John banner…”

James lost consciousness blessedly, but when he came to, the man was still there, still haranguing at his son.  “…you impertinent worthless…."

Can’t he just shut up…just shut up…


First you deny the privilege of serving Queen and Country…A PACIFIST….”

David groaned inwardly. His dad.  Just silly plot twist.  Come on, really?

Lord James William Arthur St. John, puffed out his medal covered chest. “Why, in my day…”

Lord James St. John gazed through a haze at the self-proclaimed hero of martial glory.  Before passing out with a fading smile, he whispered, “You peacock you…”

David laughed (a rare thing).  Flipped a few pages ahead, Lord James St. John was on another adventure.

Why not?  He took the book to the check-out desk.



Every Wednesday, Randomosity posts 6 to 12 words to be used by any blogger who wish to enjoy a break from the serious stuff.  Use these words to write fiction, prose, poetry, flash fiction, etc.  Either post it on your own site and link it back to Randomosity or  make your addition to her blog site comment section.
 The are this week's words.  Hope you enjoyed how they were used.

Also, many thanks to Delores at Under the Porch Light who started this writing stir up, and to Elephant's Child who took up the slack when Delores' computer went all wonky. And also to River who took up the baton to pass on.


Go on, with it!  Fling yourself out into the unknown!

24 comments:

  1. Something to recommend it after all.

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    1. David was not a superior as he thought. A real book, in his hands, caught him after all.

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  2. Guess sometimes things aren't clear until the end

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  3. Oh, that was fun! Yes, I think I'd check out that book, too. Nice work.

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    1. I would even check out that book, myself. But then...

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    2. I don't know. I can see such a book making the rounds on college campuses.

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  4. Delightful way to recommend a good book. Well done!

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    1. David will enjoy it, then search to find another...a trap has been sprung.

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  5. Good. Once the reading bug bites, it never, ever lets go.

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    1. As bitten bloggers, we know how this happens.

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  6. I like to read a bit in the library too, before I head to the check-out station. :)

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    1. I love finding a place in the library, with no distractions.

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  7. I am in awe of you, Dusan, in the way you can use specific words to weave a good story.

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    1. Many thanks. Just using the words, M'am.

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  8. Maybe David needs to write his own book.

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    1. In a few years, I can see him writing some adventure stories.

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  9. This is very good. I like the way David berates the writer, I do the same thing sometimes.

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  10. Fussing at writer's? Might have done that a time or two myself... I absolutely love the way you wove this tale!

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    1. This tale is a continuation of last Wed. Words, put up on August 7. So glad to play with the words given to us all from some diabolical blogger.

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    1. Sometimes, apostrophes have a mind of their own.

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  12. I love this line: "[...] he caught the sapphire blue spine among lined up soldiers of insipid adventure fiction books."

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!