Post by Vladimir on Jul 8, 2015 23:52:00 GMT -5
I forgot I was gonna post me an Rumpy's writings of the Tremors 100 Theme Challenge prompts on here, so y'all get the first two prompts in one go, since it's the second day (almost the third) already. Enjoy.
Prompt 1-Burt
Vlad:
“Bossy.”
“What?”
“For ‘B’. Bossy. 'U’ could be…unique. No one’s quite like you."
"What on earth are you talking about?”
“'R’ would be rebellious, for sure.”
“Are you making an acrostic of my name?”
“What would ’T’ be?”
“Tyler.”
“I know ya love me, Burt, but I don’t really describe you.”
“That’s not what I-”
“Tactical! Perfect! Now for Gummer. Let’s see, 'G’ should be grumpy. You can be grumpy a lot.”
“TYLER!”
Rumpy:
The very, very first time Tyler Reed had seen him, he was thirteen. The boy had just arrived home from school with his sister and switched on the TV. The news was on, and he was about to switch the channel when the keywords “monster”, “incredible”, and “hero” caught his attention and he was intrigued. A bunch of people in the desert fought giant worms and won. Using bombs. In real life.
Tyler called his dad in to watch. The newscasters interviewed a bunch of the survivors. They talked to one guy quite a bit. He was the one who had made the bombs that had saved the town, the little place called Perfection. And Tyler thought he was just so cool.
Right then and there, Tyler knew he wanted to meet Burt Gummer one day.
Prompt 2-Val
Vlad:
He was falling.
The wind stung his face and whipped through his hair, but he didn’t hear it. The only sound was roaring and his own screaming.
Long, toothy tongues wrapped around him, biting and hissing. Jagged mandibles flashed just beyond his line of sight.
Above him, he could still see Earl standing on the edge of the cliff. Val screamed for him to help, but he didn’t move. There was nothing he could do, anyway.
And then he was hitting the ground, except the rocks were a soft mattress and the graboid a tangled sheet and Val thrashed in his bed in fear and confusion before he could get up. Free of the restricting bedding, he leaned against his dresser and tried to calm his breathing.
‘Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.’
It wasn’t until he’d stopped panting that he noticed he was alone in the bedroom. Sunlight filtered through the curtains. It was morning. He was used to waking up during the night.
Val turned his attention to the rest of the house. The sound of hot oil on a frying pan sizzled in the kitchen. Saturday morning cartoons played loudly on the TV in the living room. He smiled as a small voice impatiently asked Auntie Rhonda very patiently if the pancakes were done yet. They would be a few more minutes.
Closing his eyes, he let the domestic sounds quiet his nerves. He hated those nightmares, but at least he had something worth suffering them to up wake up to.
Rumpy:
Tyler could never recall a time when he had been corrected more by a person, except possibly when he had accidentally gotten into a discussion about Star Trek time travel with Larry. But that was a dark, dark day and Tyler didn’t like to think about it.
He normally would have told the offending person off by this point, but he held his tongue because it was just a kid. A young, brown-haired girl, no more than thirteen or fourteen. And, she was one of his paying customers, after all. He didn’t want to gain a bad name.
However, when she once again piped up with one of her small corrections regarding the first graboid attack, he couldn’t help but audibly sigh. "Hey, kid,“ he said, turning in his seat to look back at her. "How do you know all the stuff you are tell me is right?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.
Putting on a quite self-assured look, she responded matter-of-factly, “Because my dad told me.”
“And why would he know?” Tyler questioned further.
“Because he was there,” she replied, as if it was obvious.
All of the people on the jeep, save the two grandparents she was with, all gave the girl a surprised look. "He was?“ Tyler said, "Who is he?”
“My dad’s Val McGee!”
Prompt 1-Burt
Vlad:
“Bossy.”
“What?”
“For ‘B’. Bossy. 'U’ could be…unique. No one’s quite like you."
"What on earth are you talking about?”
“'R’ would be rebellious, for sure.”
“Are you making an acrostic of my name?”
“What would ’T’ be?”
“Tyler.”
“I know ya love me, Burt, but I don’t really describe you.”
“That’s not what I-”
“Tactical! Perfect! Now for Gummer. Let’s see, 'G’ should be grumpy. You can be grumpy a lot.”
“TYLER!”
Rumpy:
The very, very first time Tyler Reed had seen him, he was thirteen. The boy had just arrived home from school with his sister and switched on the TV. The news was on, and he was about to switch the channel when the keywords “monster”, “incredible”, and “hero” caught his attention and he was intrigued. A bunch of people in the desert fought giant worms and won. Using bombs. In real life.
Tyler called his dad in to watch. The newscasters interviewed a bunch of the survivors. They talked to one guy quite a bit. He was the one who had made the bombs that had saved the town, the little place called Perfection. And Tyler thought he was just so cool.
Right then and there, Tyler knew he wanted to meet Burt Gummer one day.
Prompt 2-Val
Vlad:
He was falling.
The wind stung his face and whipped through his hair, but he didn’t hear it. The only sound was roaring and his own screaming.
Long, toothy tongues wrapped around him, biting and hissing. Jagged mandibles flashed just beyond his line of sight.
Above him, he could still see Earl standing on the edge of the cliff. Val screamed for him to help, but he didn’t move. There was nothing he could do, anyway.
And then he was hitting the ground, except the rocks were a soft mattress and the graboid a tangled sheet and Val thrashed in his bed in fear and confusion before he could get up. Free of the restricting bedding, he leaned against his dresser and tried to calm his breathing.
‘Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.’
It wasn’t until he’d stopped panting that he noticed he was alone in the bedroom. Sunlight filtered through the curtains. It was morning. He was used to waking up during the night.
Val turned his attention to the rest of the house. The sound of hot oil on a frying pan sizzled in the kitchen. Saturday morning cartoons played loudly on the TV in the living room. He smiled as a small voice impatiently asked Auntie Rhonda very patiently if the pancakes were done yet. They would be a few more minutes.
Closing his eyes, he let the domestic sounds quiet his nerves. He hated those nightmares, but at least he had something worth suffering them to up wake up to.
Rumpy:
Tyler could never recall a time when he had been corrected more by a person, except possibly when he had accidentally gotten into a discussion about Star Trek time travel with Larry. But that was a dark, dark day and Tyler didn’t like to think about it.
He normally would have told the offending person off by this point, but he held his tongue because it was just a kid. A young, brown-haired girl, no more than thirteen or fourteen. And, she was one of his paying customers, after all. He didn’t want to gain a bad name.
However, when she once again piped up with one of her small corrections regarding the first graboid attack, he couldn’t help but audibly sigh. "Hey, kid,“ he said, turning in his seat to look back at her. "How do you know all the stuff you are tell me is right?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.
Putting on a quite self-assured look, she responded matter-of-factly, “Because my dad told me.”
“And why would he know?” Tyler questioned further.
“Because he was there,” she replied, as if it was obvious.
All of the people on the jeep, save the two grandparents she was with, all gave the girl a surprised look. "He was?“ Tyler said, "Who is he?”
“My dad’s Val McGee!”