Working With the Enemy



Hey Kids!
Here's a happenin' 500-word selection from our WIP, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds. Hope you enjoy it!

“Ahmose, please, just trust me,” Mondo Katou begged, gripping Ahmose’s hands between his own.

Ahmose snarled, baring his fangs, and pulled his hands away.

“I would rather eat my own hand than work alongside someone like you!” he spat.

“Ahmose, please,” Bernie soothed, wrapping his arms around Ahmose. “I can’t say I trust or like him either, but something isn’t right. Not only do things just feel wrong, but I’ve been looking through these security screens.”

“My beautiful nerd boy,” Ahmose declared, giving an uncharacteristically nervous chuckle. “He can’t resist touching the tech. So, what have you discovered, my love?”

“Fucking hot in here,” Gregory complained, fanning himself with an empty cookie bag. “Is there a fan that you can turn on by chance?”

“I think it’s this one,” Mondo Katou mused for a moment before flipping a switch.

“Well, lucky you didn’t leave us all in the dark, I suppose,” Ahmose quipped. “Not that I’m sure it does us any good. You’re sure this is the monitor for the outside of the base, Bernie?”

“Positive. Those things that look like jewel shards floating in space are what appear to be outside. I heard rumbling a few minutes ago and was expecting to see rain, but…”

“Maybe it’s a screen saver,” Gregory suggested. He was clearly beginning to panic as he toggled the monitors.

“Hey, Gregory, it’s all right,” Ahmose said, gently but firmly gripping Gregory’s hands. “Come on, let’s focus on something else for a minute. What was the last song you remember hearing?”

“It was Amy Winehouse,” Gregory replied, sniffling as bloody tears began to run down his cheeks. “My girl Amy. Theo and I had taken his latest project out for a spin, and I plugged in my new MP3 player. Amy was singing “I’m No Good,” and we were riding along in Theo’s tricked-out 1910 Whiting Runabout. He did such a good job on it. You’d love it, Ahmose! But then this storm came up, and I guess we must have had an accident. I remember that everything went dark, and I was rolling and tumbling through storm clouds. There was such a strong smell of roses…oh, God, Theo gave me roses the first time we…oh, hell, I don’t even know what’s real and what’s a dream! Is my soul in hell because of my sins?”

“Gregory, we must have courage,” Ahmose insisted. “Things are messy at the moment, and whether it is magic or technology which has us in this predicament, I don’t know, but I am certain of one thing. We exist, in the flesh. We need to see if we can make our way around the base and hopefully find some of our companions. I know you feel vulnerable. Hell, I’m scared out of my mind. But you can lean on me and Bernie if you start to struggle. We’ll talk, we’ll say a mantra, we’ll tell stories, we’ll sing songs. Whatever you need to do to get through, that’s what we’ll do.”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Prompts Used:

Word Salad:
courage
exist
lean
magic
mantra
messy
soul
stories
struggle
talk
vulnerable
way


Our most recent book:

10 comments:

  1. Oh good. I was getting a tad worried when I hadn't seen a post from you.
    And love learning a little more about Bernie and Ahmose. This is yet another intriguing snippet which leaves this greedy reader wanting more.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you!
      The good news about rapid cycling bipolar disorder is that I come out of the severe depressions generally within a week to ten days.
      The bad news about rapid cycling bipolar disorder is that I tend to get hit with at least one severe depression per month.
      I really wish this cycle could have disappeared along with the other obnoxious cycle that I endured for 40 years. Alas, not so!

      Delete
    2. Feel free not to answer but have you found anything (in addition to writing) which helps or are you forced/condemned to ride out the whole vicious cycle?

      Delete
    3. Oh, I don't mind answering. In truth, the black dog has its jaws locked onto my ankle 24-7, but there are times when I can combat the slavering hell-hound better than others.
      My son and I like to go to the Botanic Gardens or the museum. Once I've moved to Grover, I plan to get back in the habit of taking daily walks and I hope to start doing watercolors again. So, yes, I am condemned to ride out the cycle, and sometimes nothing helps, but other times something might break through and give me a bit of respite.
      I used to self-medicate the fuck out of myself, not knowing what was going on with me. This condition wasn't properly diagnosed until I was almost 40. Once it was diagnosed I was able to see the up and down pattern, things like taking second and even third jobs, being everyone's favorite employee, and then crashing and burning and losing all of my jobs. Luckily, this was in the 80's and 90's when jobs were plentiful.
      I'm rather amazed that I didn't end up being an alcoholic or a drug addict, given that I could drink enough to float several battleships in my younger day and several members of my family have had addiction problems (alcohol in particular.)

      Delete
  2. Thanks for your visit and comment at Soul's Music. My first visit here, so first contact with your characters. It felt a bit like stepping into the middle of a never before seen movie. And yet, your writing skills brought your characters alive and made them real. Really liked the genuine compassion your words expressed.

    Elizabeth
    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/06/09/in-way-of-remembering/

    ReplyDelete
  3. Liked your bit of story and the compassion you created to bring your characters to life. Thanks for your visit to Soul's Music.

    Elizabeth

    ReplyDelete
  4. I really like your characters and the compassion they display through both words and actions. Thanks for your visit to Soul's Music...

    Elizabeth

    ReplyDelete

Comments are moderated for two reasons. One, to let us know we have a new comment, and two, to weed out the dead wood. If you are a spammer or a troll, you are hereby cordially invited to drink a hot steaming cup of STFU and board the next rocket ship bound for the center of the sun.

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.

Closing Comments on This Blog

At this point, this blog is only a place for sharing links, and the only comments I've been getting are comments like the following fro...