Friday, 17 September 2010

Lily's Friday Prediction

Great stories and great debates last week with a challenging trio of words. Well done to everyone who entered. Always good to welcome new contributors, and Angel Zapata's bug-ridden tale was a joy to read.

Right. No messin' about. I'm late, I'm late, for a very important something or other. Here are this week's words:

  • Korea
  • Psychokinesis (psychokinetic is OK)
  • Bedazzle
Usual rules - 100 words max flash fiction or poetry. Please add them in the Comments box below.

I've got a vision already. If I show you mine will you show me yours?


  1. This is so short I think I'd actually work as twitter fiction! It just came to me as soon as I saw the words though.

    I shall bedazzle the land of Korea, he cried. Via psychokinesis, I shall manipulate the neurons in their brains, so that I can rule.

  2. That's a great short, Joleen. I question whether it may, in fact, be true. A strange and curious land.

    Go tweet!

  3. Nice one, Joleen! (got the name right this week!) A sweet tale of megalomania!

    Lily - I thought last weeks' words were bad enough - good grief! ;-)

    Anyway, this will be my last entry for a while, smack on 100 words - I hope you like it!

    17th Parallel

    This isn’t Korea but I hear my Dad’s voice in my head:

    “Watch out for Charlie – keep your wits about you!”

    I followed him into the army. Like father, like son, I’m a tunnel rat, only this time I’m further south and west of there, fighting the Viet Cong.

    Sometimes I close my eyes and wish I was back in college. Even studying weird concepts like psychokinesis would be preferable to this foetid prison but I was bedazzled by tales of duty and honour.

    Instead, I’m stuck in this shithole, stumbling over rotting bodies, waiting for Charlie to show up.

  4. I liked Joleen's! Don't know if I'll make this one this week, but just thought you should know, you've been nominated on my blog. Sorry - the voices made me do it.

  5. Sorry Sue! Didn't think these were too bad. I'll have to use a different encyclopaedic dictionary!

    Although your story sneakily switched to 'nam it demonstrated both the absurdity of warfare and the curse of family expectations. Very well written - and you used one of my fave words 'foetid'.

  6. Wow Erin! Thanks very much for the nomination! That's great.

    I'll have to take a long hard look at it in the morning - and at your award too. Congratz.

    Coming from you, this means a lot.

  7. Barely the height of the table, the small Korean boy set his laser-like focus on the fork in front of me. Psychokinesis, his mother had told me, he can move objects with his mind.

    I was bedazzled, he'd bent the for at a forty-five degree angle.

    "He can also start fires?" I asked her.

    "Of course," she told me.


    My home made bombs size belied its destructive force. As the bus approached I saw they were at the courthouse before me.

    The mother was clearly anxious to get her money.

  8. Joleen - love the manic bizarre-ness of that one

    Sue - Just when I think I "know" your style, you come up with a gritty war story - cool!

    Michael- this sounds like an excerpt from a longer, very intriguing story. You're getting full value out of your words!

  9. Here's my go ...

    From Dull to DAZZLING ...

    Jenny's sister would be thrilled. Here, in little Korea, Jenny had found a genuine BeDazzler. It was the perfect birthday gift.

    She was reading the gaudy, eighties era marketing on the package when the big man stepped out in front of her.

    "Give me your purse," he said.

    Looking at his scrawny, shirtless chest, and dirty vinyl jacket, Jenny thought, This should be fun.. Breathing deeply, she smiled, and tapped into her psychokinetic energy.

    Ten minutes later, the thug was unconscious with "I suck" BeDazzled in rhinestones on his naked chest, and Jenny had gone back to buy more beads.

  10. Time differences are a gift, aren't they. When I post the Prediction it might be just after midnight before I slope off to bed, or 7am before I start work. Either way, I love dipping in to see who's contributing and when; who's awake and who's not. (Or should that be NOT, MJS?)

    Flip upon the netbook on a Saturday morning after my wake-up cuppa and a cuddle with my little girl - and there I find evidence of nocturnal creativity.

    Michael, chilling. The boy had the look of Toshio from The Grudge to me. What could almost have been a tourist trick soon manifested itself as a sinister procurement of the boy's skills. The detachment of both the narrator and the mother of any care for the boy was disturbing. A great concept - I want to see this film.

    Chris, outstanding! I laughed with Jenny's perfect, and totally acceptable malice. Really clever and so well written. I loved it.

  11. I managed one this week.

    The Body Mover.

    Psychokinesis was a gift. The corporation had brought eight of us together, all with differing levels. I was classed as a ‘body mover’.

    My target was drug baron from Korea. North or south, I didn’t know or care. I’d been sent to do a job, and I never failed.

    He flew from one side of the room to the other, his head splitting like a melon as it hit the wall. It was easy to bedazzle his four counterparts with my show, but terror soon settled on their faces as one by one they took the same flight.

  12. Hey Lily, I've managed to write one for this week, phew!

    I'll post it later tonight, when I've got more time to polish it off. :)

    Good stuff this week though!

  13. Mr Solender – an excellent ‘appetiser’ but this definitely has the makings of a four-course meal. Get to it, Sir – I’m desperate to know what happened next!

    Mr Allinotte – thank you, kind sir, for your comments re. my offering; like to keep you on your toes! (actually, I like writing gritty war/action tales). Loved your psychotic crafter – gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘stoned’!

    Mr Barber – a very neat tale that was easy to visualise. I like his ‘hand’s off’ approach to dealing with undesirables!

    Well, come on the rest of you – I hope to read a few more stories before I go offline tomorrow afternoon. Lily, you’ll have to start cracking the whip! ;-)

    (and btw, Lily – this is a smart little weekly challenge you’ve got going here. Well done!!)

  14. David, forgive me! I didn't get an email to say that you'd commented (beeeezarre).

    I adore The Body Mover. It's got a great Jacob's Ladder feel to it with the frantic shaking and throwing about. A great story.

    Pixie - 'whip' it on up when it's ready (or I'll be in trouble with Sue!)

    Just tidying mine up but it's a poor comparison to this week's crackers.


    Seoul’s attempt to bedazzle its upper neighbours angered rather than enlightened North Korea. Calling the Sunshine Policy into question the northern country repeatedly accused the south of blatant attempts to infiltrate and control; of dangling as puppets from the political strings of the West.

    Kim sat alone in his cell, listening for the guards to move onto the next block. Concentrating hard he mentally pushed and pulled the series of locks at the door until it clicked open. Kim’s escape was pure altruism. If Pyongyang discovered he could press the nuclear button by telekinesis, the world would be damned.

  16. Okay's my efforts.


    I’d been born with psychokinesis. Mom and Matthew never knew.

    Here’s why:

    I came home from school, opened the door. The sun shone bright on the lino floor, bedazzled me as I walked in.

    But then, so did the blood.

    I dumped my bag by the radiator, closed the door. I ran into the lounge, stopped. My eyes shuttered. My stomach churned. Tears formed down my cheeks.

    Three dead bodies. Mom. Matthew. Dad.

    I collapsed to the ground, anger pulsing through my veins. Dad told me he was off to Korea.

    He killed Mom and Matthew instead. Then himself.


  17. Excellent stories this week, guys. And thanks for the comments on mine. Nice one again, Lily.

    Have a great weekend.

  18. Welcome back Pix!

    I like how you almost suggest psychokinesis is a condition, a disability.

    Did the father lie? I don't think so. I believe he couldn't cope with going to Korea and dispensed of his wife, son and himself in a moment of temporary insanity, an act that was as horrific as it was sad. The double-blow was dealt by cruelly leaving his daughter(?) to discover the murders.

    A perfect 'hundred.' Excellent.

  19. It's funny how we all interpret things differently. I wrote this as the words fitted in with a back story of one of my characters from my superpower novel Dreaming Death.
    Although, it has given the back story a deeper meaning now. Poor Bradley... (It's written from a male POV...)

    Thanks for the comments, Lily! I wasn't aware I'd left! ;)

    Pixie x

  20. Joleen - Nice drabble!

    Sue - the hell of war, well done.

    Chris - a lesson for those who drink too much. Funny!

    David - Wicked cool.

    Lily - a psycho-social thriller in the making.

    Pix - No one left to kill?? Bastard!

  21. Michael, I'm sorry to disappoint! Haha...

    Pixie x

  22. Lily - that little dude over there is so weird, you could be on to something here.

    Pixie - I was intrigued, then sad - that's two emotions in 100 words - nice work!


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