I was through the guarded door.
I realized it was more like a portal to…
The bleeding woman was gone.
Curious, the place seemed somewhat familiar.
I was precariously perched on a ladder with no top and no bottom – just endless rungs.
I could taste the sepia colored air – thick and dank like fires were always ablaze.
From somewhere and nowhere, I heard a bloodcurdling scream.
The scream reverberated in the ladder’s metal.
I knew this was not Newcago.
Tho it seems wherever I go there is mayhem.
For a moment I looked down, considering.
“Climb I must,” I smirked.
NewCago is a noir, metropolitan area that is plagued with a string of perhaps para normal bad guys. Sam (a private detective) seems to be the only one who can stay alive long enough to protect the citizens. How long can his luck last???
Follow Sam as he leaves Newcago and enters another world.
these are the previous “episodes” of the New Cago series:
Week 13 Holographic Deception
Here’s a list of the previous stories (the clues were week 11 & 12)
Week 10 in Newcago Serial No Dial Tone
Week 9 in Newcago serial Gathering Bodies
Week 8 in Newcago serial No place to hide
Week 7 in Newcago serial They were Pink
Week 6 In Newcago Serial You poison filled wasps
Week 5 in Newcago Serial The Doom Cycle
Week 4 in Newcago Serial Helpless
Week 3 in Newcago Serial When the Lights Go On
week 2 in Newcago Serial Can’t Kill The Thirst
Week 1 in Newcago Serial Secret Weapon
Great story, I love the idea of the endless rungs, great stuff.
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Great and chilling evocation of a daunting climb!
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Good continuation from last week–particularly like the sensory image invoked by “The scream reverberated in the ladder’s metal.” Story is progressing nicely.
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sepia coloured air sounds dreadful. Some great atmospheric (no pun intended) descriptions here.
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This prompt was a delight to add sensory images to. Gotta hand it to Rochelle and the Fictioneers for inspiration
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You successfully fitted this week’s prompt into the NewCago series.
I’m impressed. Good work done.
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Thanks for your input and your visit.
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That insight solves the problem. Thanks!
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I like the scream reverberating in the ladder metal. I think you gave us almost all five senses of perception in this story. Nice! 😀
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That was too good to pass up. This was really a fun prompt to play with
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Evidently Yoda has made it to wherever Sam is, that he has. 🙂
janet
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A love the sepia air
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I rather think the ‘climb’ option was the right one…but only time will tell. 🙂
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Have you ever thought about inliudcng a little bit more than just your articles? I mean, what you say is fundamental and everything. But just imagine if you added some great images or video clips to give your posts more, pop ! Your content is excellent but with images and clips, this site could undeniably be one of the best in its niche. Excellent blog!
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Another intriguing installment!
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I felt myself hanging in the sepia colored air with Sam.
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A worthy reeviw. “Summertime” is a brilliant book by a brilliant author. It is also (thank heavens!) a somewhat lighthearted and funny book by a generally morose writer. Though there have been signs aplenty in “Diary of a Bad Year” of the light touch. I am glad that getting the Nobel has freed him to do these kinds of novels in addition to all the great works of his pre-Nobel era.
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Great descriptive writing, the thought of endless rungs is chilling.Well done
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Hmm, interesting development. I guess sometimes there’s nowhere to go but up.
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Leo, I haven’t been doing haikus or seuyrns, but I have borrowed a couple of your prompts. I’m not linking to the daily prompts, since I don’t want to violate your rules, but I do invite all of your to come read; you can get there by clicking on my name above this comment. Feedback is welcome, as always. Thanks.
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