It's time for another 300 Words! Thanks to Harvey and Bob, who kept July's paragraph prompt crackling with creativity and style (as usual) with their responses to the following line:
"I watched as the tiny spark flickered into a flame, growing larger by the second ..."
Bladxik wasn't exactly a friend. But having gotten a doctorate in Malagorian Studies at Phlagynmyx University I understood their code of honor. And when I beat Bladxik badly in poker (OK, I cheated a little - but he never caught on), I knew that helping me save Sarah was a small favor to ask as a way to forgive his debt.
It's a good thing that Bladxik is the equivalent of a trust fund kid because he didn't have a clue about my sleight of hand and his father was the defense chief. I had a direct line through their defenses.
All that I knew about Sarah was what Bladxik had told me. But being one quarter human I was offended. What an insult it was to use humans for experiments! That's what humans do to animals. Now, I am three quarter Oligardian, so you realize that I'm combative and prone to rage when my honor is slighted. So when my human side saw what was happening to Sarah I freaked out and came up with a plan. And what happened is a history that you know.
The swift and powerful overtaking sets the stage for the actors to play their pre-rehearsed roles. Trees shudder and extract more water from the ground; almost to overfilling and bursting their veins. Birds surf the powerful, changing winds like a swimmer avoiding harm from a rip tide; birds surf the wind’s waves until free to fly away. Small ground creatures enthusiastically dig deeper and deeper into the ground still covered by unburned tinder. Larger animals already have gone quickly off in search of new dens for a safe, restful existence. No time to gather food for the hiatus from normalcy, it is all clawed paws on deck for digging. All wings out and flying to safety. All search for a place to hide away from danger.
Suddenly, great, noisy birds fly above leaving their droppings on the land. Large loud, dull colored beetles move the earth around us. Brightly colored turtles on their hind legs slowly move through the land digging as they go. What brought these new beings into our land? Are they here to help or to harm us?
How do you define the word "fun"? Summer is a time to dabble in adventure and freedom, so let's start of August's 300 Words challenge (due August 18th by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org) with the sentence:
"It was my last week at the beach cottage and I was sure as heck not going to waste it ..."