Flashathon Hour 9 Prompt: From Scott H Andrews


We’re 2/3 of the way through Flashathon.  It’s 8pm here on the east coast, dinner time in the middle of the country, and 5pm out west.  I can’t blame anyone if their spirit or wills are waning.  Here in Casa Del Thurston, we’ve got cookies.  A little sugar is going to go a long way at this point.

This hour’s inspiration comes courtesy of Scott H Andrews, editor of Beneath Ceaseless Skies.  Since we’re getting late in the evening, let’s go with something nice an easy.  Just a single word, but certainly a fun one.

Tankard

There you have it.  Actually, while I’m at it, this is probably the right time to break out a tankard of DL’s New Peculiar, hanging out in the fridge and ready for some tasting.

Scott H Andrews’s literary short fiction has won a $1000 prize from the Briar Cliff Review, and his genre short fiction has appeared in venues including Weird Tales, Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, and Space and Time and is forthcoming in On Spec. He is a college chemistry lecturer and Editor-in-Chief and Publisher of the pro-rate fantasy e-zine Beneath Ceaseless Skies, which Rich Horton calls “a really important source of fantasy.” Scott lives in Virginia with his wife, two cats, nine guitars, a dozen overflowing bookcases, and hundreds of beer bottles from all over the world.

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    #1 by DLThurston on October 22, 2011 - 8:20 pm

    The hall erupted with the drunken cheers of victorious warriors. Ale sloshed as tankards clacked together, bathing the men and dwarves alike. The shouts turned to isolated murmurs as the crowd dissipated, stumbling blinking into the late morning, uncertain of where the night had gone.

    Left were just three. Two dwarves, and a man. The ale ran low, the trio tired, but spirits remained high.

    “Fucking dragons,” said Ravin, the younger of the two dwarves. His drinking companions toasted the curse. “Here’s to the lizard bastards being dead.”

    “And staying dead!” added Garrot, the elder of the two dwarves.

    The three drank deep, eyes glazing further as the alcohol coursed through their veins.

    “And here’s to dragon gold!” said Ravin, eliciting a huge cheer from Garrot. The assembled hordes were now flush with enough gold to buy every wench in the kingdom.

    The man, Harrod, looked at the two dwarves and thought, “perhaps some diversion to pass the time until the ale is restocked?” he said, looking down into his empty tankard.

    “Diversion?” asked Ravin.

    “A game,” Harrod said, “to pass the time. A chance to stretch the imagination.”

    “Explain,” said Garrot, folding up his invisibility cloak to return to his bag of holding.

    “A collective story. Of another place. In another time.”

    The dwarves exchanged a look. Harrod continued, “have you ever thought about living another life? Away from the mendacity of killing dragons, fighting kobolds, doesn’t it get old?”

    “No?” asked Garrot.

    “Perhaps a world where people have magical devices, capable of thought. That they can interact with them on an everyday basis.”

    “I don’t understand.” Ravin asked, flicking bits of blood off his warhammer.

    “It would be a world where people can move from city to city in a matter of minutes. Soar through the air in great metallic birds.”

    “And you want us to…imagine that we live in this world?” Garrot asked.

    “Yes. I’d craft the story, the two of you would take the part of the people living in this world.”

    Garrot and Ravin were silent, looking at each other and down into their empty tankards.

    “What do you guys say?”

    Ravin lifted the visor of his enchanted helmet to rub the bridge of his nose. “You want us to make believe that we live in this world of yours.”

    “Yes.”

    “With thinking devices and flying metallic constructs.”

    “Yes.”

    “I don’t know,” he said, “doesn’t sound very believable to me.”

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    #2 by Jennifer Brinn on October 22, 2011 - 8:29 pm

    Wow. Wasn’t sure it was going to work. But the story evolved, and now my dancer in a tavern notices the dead body. I’m not sure who killed him or her, but we shall see.

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    #3 by N.R. Brown on October 22, 2011 - 8:36 pm

    Chapter 5 of the NANO novel has been officially outlined. :)

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    #4 by Day Al-Mohamed on October 22, 2011 - 9:22 pm

    Story removed per author’s request.

    (Even with a good prompt, I’m afraid I’m running out of creativity but hey, I’m still going!) FTW

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    #5 by Dana Gunn on October 22, 2011 - 9:05 pm

    Story removed per author’s request.

(will not be published)


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