An unexpected career change

Read to you by Thomas Hite

Somethings come at you so fast that you tend to miss the details. That happened to me last year. There I was minding my own business, working in my shop when the raiders came out of the trees. Now I am a wood worker by trade, but they put me to running a bilge pump. I am not really sure of all the details how it happened, but there I was pumping away. Now that our ship was forced ashore in Greenland by the authorities, I am looking for work again, how exactly do I put that on my resume.

This is Great Hites Prompt #2

This is Great Hites Prompt #2

All Stories for this prompt are due by Sunday August 17th


The News From Poughkeepsie - Day 54 From Mur Lafferty
June 14th, 2008


First Sentence Saturdays

“Shaman, you need to take this baby’s soul back; you’ve given her the soul of an assassin,” my father said to the rheumy-eyed little man.

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The Ambush

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Prompt
With wet grass on his/her feet he/she moved forward as quietly as possible.

The Ambush

I was watching her from the comfort of my deck chair, the coffee in my mug warming my hands. She was so sure of herself even though she was bound to fail just like she had done the last twenty times she had tried this. It was still fun to watch. Her bare feet were covered in the freshly mowed, wet grass and this time she was moving closer as quietly has she could, giggles escaping every few seconds.
She was two feet away. If she could just keep quiet and keep moving in slowly, she might actually have a chance of success this time. But then I would have to get up and interfere. I was just setting my coffee down when it happened.
"Chickie, Chickie, Chickie!" she screamed as she bolted forward. The chickens were never in any real danger. She was bright and pretty fast for a two year old, but her arms out run did not stand a chance against a terrified chickens sprint. They all scattered while she screamed with delight as she chased two or three of them around the yard.
I sat back and grabbed my coffee from the table. Now it was my turn to giggle. She loved this game, and it was certainly not doing any harm.
She slowed down again, now a little out of breath and started slowly moving in on a group of them. Even though they were a little more wary at the moment, they still found what ever they were catching on the ground more interesting. She was still a good distance away but moving in slowly when I saw it. A brown hen was coming up from behind her. I set my coffee down and prepared to move. The chickens had all been very good with the kids, but this one had a look about it that said it was about to become soup.
It came up behind her moving only a little faster than she was. She was already starting to giggle as she approached the small group of chickens that she planned to ambush. But I was more interested in the hen about to ambush her.
Her body tensed to squeal her battle cry and run at them again, but she never made it. The hen attacked from the rear, pecking at an interesting flower it saw on her dress. It only pecked once before realizing its mistake and quickly turning to run the other way.
The little girl whirled around, hands on hips and stomped her foot. "Bad chickie!" I nearly feel over laughing.

Misses Green Ruins Everything.

Miss Green Ruins Everything

Read to you by Jeff Hite

This comes from 100 Word Stories Contest

Misses Green Ruins Everything.

This is about having your destiny cut short. I was all ready to take command. The CEO was obsessed with the GT-LATS take over, and his new Bride. I was about to show that he was unfit to run the company, when he showed up.
"Mister. Rugan. You've a guest out here." Miss Green said over the intercom. Did I mention that this is all her fault?
"I"m busy."
"He says he is here on a family matter. He's very insistent."
"Send him in." In walked the man that took it away from me.
"Hello, my name is Montoya,"