Hi Stephen! So can you tell us a little about yourself, and what you like in a fictional hero?
Hi. Stephen Osborne here. The mystery continues! Me, I like snarky heroes with a sense of humor. And dogs. I really like dogs. And playing board games with friends, and Broadway shows. And Doctor Who.
I absolutely cannot resist a snarky hero. OK Stephen, here we go -- your challenge words are: Flamboyant, Pumice, Chipmunk, Fuchsia, and Staggered. And Jillian says you get bonus points for using spleen. I have to confess that I'm not really sure how I'm going to account for bonus points. Perhaps they might be turned into alcohol at the con. Let's see what you've got, Stephen!
The Hunters
Part 1, by Stacy McKitrickPart 2, by Suzanne Sabol
Part 3, by AJ Norris
Part 4, by Jillian David
Part 5:
Rick’s lips were dangerously close to Suzie’s. Okay, he had worm slime all over his hands and some worm blood had splashed onto his brand new shirt, so perhaps this wasn’t the best time for romance. But one doesn’t always get to choose the moments in life, so…
Rick leaned in to kiss Suzie, but she chose that moment to look down at his worm-stained shirt. “You wore the shirt I bought you.”
The moment was gone. Perhaps it was for the best. After all, what chance did an immortal like Rick have with a sweet girl like Suzie? Rick knew how Suzie felt about him, and he knew she knew how he felt about her. And they both knew the impossibility of the situation. So they discussed Rick’s shirt. “Probably not the best color to wear for a night of hunting. Pink’s a bit…flamboyant.”
Suzie frowned. “That’s not pink.”
“Oh, it’s so pink.”
“That,” Suzie said, stepping back and eying Rick’s chest with a discerning eye, “is definitely fuchsia.”
“If you say so.”
A voice came from above them. “Always go by what she says, bro. Suzie’s always right.”
Suzie smiled. Rick tried to hide the annoyance he felt as he recognized the voice. Tommy was Suzie’s younger brother, and she treasured him more than anything in the world. To Rick he was just a bratty kid with chipmunk cheeks and a horrible taste in clothing. In moments, Tommy’s grinning face showed at the head of the open grave.
Suzie gave him a little wave. “Hi, Tommy!”
Tommy returned the wave. “Hey, sis!”
Rick hoped Suzie couldn’t hear the anger he felt. “You followed us!”
Tommy help up the stake he held in his right hand. “Well, yeah! Who doesn’t want to kill Mondasian Death Worms?”
Rick was glad the night foggy now. Maybe Suzie couldn’t see the anger in his face. “Mongolian! Mongolian Death Worms!” Was it wrong that he wanted to rip out Tommy’s spleen?”
Tommy tilted his head to one side, as if deep in thought. “Oh, yeah. Mondasian are the Cybermen on Doctor Who. ”
Suzie staggered a little as she held a hand up to her brother. “Help me up. I don’t want to spend all night in an open grave.”
“Yes,” Rick agreed. “We’ve still got work to do.” Although he preferred to do it with only Suzie as company.
Tommy gripped Suzie’s arm with surprising strength for a 14-year-old. As Suzie braced herself for the climb up, he said, “Yeah, speaking of which, did you guys see those tombstones?”
“We’re in a graveyard,” Rick noted. “There’s a lot of them about.”
“Yeah, but I mean the ones over by that big crypt. They look…weird. All mottled with holes. Like the granite had been turned into pumice. They’re real brittle, too. I touched one and…”
“Tommy!” Suzie screamed. “Look out! Behind you!"
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Man, Rick just cannot catch a break, can he? What now?? You'll have to wait for the next installment to find out!>
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