Do The Happy Promo Dance by Freerange Oyster and Vignettes by Luke, ‘Nother Mike and Mary Catelli

 Do The Happy Promo Dance by Freerange Oyster


Richard Paolinelli

Escaping Infinity

Thousands have checked into the Infinity Hotel over the years. None of them have ever checked out.

Peter Childress and Charlie Womack are successful engineers on their way to Phoenix for an important presentation. But one of Charlie’s infamous “shortcuts” has gotten them good and lost once again. As night falls, the pair stumble across the Infinity Hotel and the promise of a meal, fuel and a good night’s sleep before starting off fresh in the morning is too good to pass up.

But while Charlie immediately takes to the hotel’s amazing amenities, Peter begins to uncover some of the hotel’s dark secrets – a seemingly unlimited number of floors, guests that appear out of time and place and a next morning that never seems to come. Worse still, the entrance to the Infinity has disappeared and no other apparent exit back to the outside world is in sight.

Now, under the watchful eyes of the hotel’s manager and front desk clerk, Peter searches for a way back out and uncovers the horrible truth behind the mystery of the Infinity Hotel.

Jeff Daiell

To Hell and Back

When Daniel Mark Jacobs died at just six months, his parents were told the baby would be sent to Hell. Adamant rationalists, they rejected that horrible warning. But so great was the love of Harold Jacobs, the infant’s father, that he investigated the shocking claim – and discovered it was true! But could even Hell defeat a father’s implacable love?

From Roundheel To Revolutionary

Among Linda’s countless conquests had been her English teacher, Don Kaufield – married and the father of two. But Linda Franklin has put her promiscuity behind her. Like the heroine of Fifty Shades of Grey, she’s ready for a new life – and a career as a political activist.

But with so many people in her hometown contemptuous of her, with a husband uneasy with some aspects of her journey toward awakening, with the repercussions of her affair with Don still reverberating, and with the man who had led a gang-rape of Linda always lurking, like a malevolent shadow, in the background, can Linda truly put aside her past? Or is she to be forever damned by it?

Mary Catelli

Now in paper again!

Curses And Wonders

A collection of tales of wonder and magic. A prince sets out to win his way to the dragon’s lair. A woman fights a curse on her lands. A man returns to his castle, bringing a magical sword, and worse things. And more tales. Includes “Dragon Slayer”, “The Book of Bone”, “Mermaids’ Song”, “Witch-Prince Ways”, “Sword and Shadow”, “Eyes of the Sorceress”, “Fever and Snow” – and “The Emperor’s Clothes”, which is not sold separately.

Enchantments And Dragons

A wizard must produce justice enough to satisfy a dragon. A young man tries to rob a tiger’s lair. An enchantress tries to keep a court safe while they ignore the perils of misusing her magic. A lady finds that court intrigues can spread even to the countryside. And more tales. Includes “Over the Sea To Me,” “Dragonfire and Time”, “The Maze, the Manor, and the Unicorn”, “The White Menagerie”, “The Dragon’s Cottage,” “Jewel of the Tiger,” and “The Sword Breaks.”

Magic And Secrets

Tales of Wonder and Magic. A woman, sent to a far off duchy, finds a mysterious wolf haunting the forest, and learns there are secrets no one even suspects. Playing with props for amateur theatricals has more consequences than any of those doing it dream… act with care. A king’s tyranny sends a woman searching desperately for a legend of lions, there being no other hope.

The Lion and the Library

The library holds many marvels. Lena and her betrothed Erion had found things that helped the beleaguered Celestians of the city. But when the king’s caprice decides to sacrifice Erion to protect himself, Lena can only hope a legend can help her. A legend of just kings. And lions.

Vignettes by Luke, ‘Nother Mike and Mary Catelli

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it!  For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is:

29 thoughts on “Do The Happy Promo Dance by Freerange Oyster and Vignettes by Luke, ‘Nother Mike and Mary Catelli

  1. “We’re standing on nothing! How?!”
    “We’re standing on sound. It all phase cancels just after it provides support, with some very clever computations for waveform. You might feel the odd tingle in the soles of your feet, but you won’t hear anything.”
    “I hear you.”
    “I’m above the.. noise floor.”

  2. Cecil adjusted the steam valve and watched the pressure rise on the gauge. Nodding to himself as it reached optimum pressure, he reached down and pulled the big lever. With a great clattering, clanking, and hissing, His wagon opened up and proceeded to unfold majestically. He grinned down at his audience of young children who were covering their ears. With a final clatter, the stage appeared with four mechanical men holding a variety of instruments.
    “Behold The Marvellous Mechanical Musical men!”

    Not 50, but I’m keeping it.

  3. Noise didn’t do it justice. It swept over Miller like chopper wash, but hotter. He felt it in muscle, blood, and bone; in teeth; in the sharp pain that said his ear drums were gone; in the ground he hugged beneath the impossibly bright sky. Dear G_d, they’ve nuked us!

  4. Beverly reflected that, per theory, communication occurs when a message is transmitted from sender to receiver. All extraneous content, anything interfering with accurate transmission is just noise. Unhappily for her, it seemed all she was transmitting was noise, noise attracting predators. Happily for her, predators were what she was hunting.

  5. There was only the faintest wind over the rocks. No music, no yelling down the hall, no clatter of dishes or screaming in the streets. Silence was not merely an absence of noise: it was a force all its own, one as big as the rain-washed sky, as oppressive as the weight of the glaciers, crushing her into nothing.

    A pounding saved her: her heartbeat, defiant internal drums.

  6. What kind of noise annoys an oyster? The sound of a clam clamming up.

    Note: It may attract carp.

      1. Better that than razor clam! (Those things have wicked sharp edges, but the meat is oh, so worth the digging! And even the thorough hose-down of the aircraft after you land… but watch out for the incoming tide, or by the time you realize why they’re getting away from you faster and faster, your 9000 feet of sandbar may have shrunk to a 1000 foot runway…)

        1. *pokes head out of shelter* Sounds like a…close shave there…..
          *slams shelter door shut*

  7. Commander Harold Forsythe woke up slightly early to a distant thumping. The irregular thumping persisted through showering, shaving, dressing, and breakfasting. It grew louder as passed the security detail, and tubed onto the station. The harsh clamor of metal on metal grew even louder as he went to his meeting.

    The hanger could service and launch a squadron of line mecha. Despite that, the understrength mixed troop seemed almost cramped as they moved to no seeming purpose. Over the noise and confusion, Forsythe found one of the irregulars wearing Lieutenant’s insignia. “What is going on here?” “The pilots are dancing.”

  8. A slight numbness was the first sign. A tingling scalp… some gooseflesh, perhaps. Soon enough, he would hear a crack in the sky and notice visual noise amplifying across the spectrum.
    SLAKE was undergoing another temporal shift.
    He had not energised his personal Time Displacement Beacon — this was being done from afar by the APF’s HORLOGE team locking onto his subcutaneous transponder to bring him back to Point of Origin.
    SLAKE’s last visual before Transition was that of…

  9. Arabella’s lips pursed. “Then we should not make so much noise, for fear of what we would attract.”
    “How true,” said Belsante, warmly. “Our noble knights would defend us, but better to husband them against what must be fought against, and not what is attracted by folly.”
    I nodded silently.

  10. He could not see through the walls, but he had five senses. At least. His mouth twitched. But he closed his eyes and sat on the floor. It was worth seeing whether any of the ones he knew would reveal more. Hearing first, for any noise and what it revealed.

  11. “Three Primate Princes”, a story in 50 words:
    One sound and I was dead.

    One light and See-no-evil would die.

    His captive Speak-no-evil sat mute somewhere in the forest around us.

    When I rescue him, we’ll conspire via sign language to exclude our brother from King Kong’s inheritance.

    Almost inevitable. My brother can feel, but not see him.

  12. The surgery had been a success. The cancer was gone. Unfortunately, so was John’s hearing. After numerous tests, the doctors agreed it was gone. Over. Kaput.

    But there was the noise.

  13. “A brother sister team of metahuman assassins, huh?” The crime lord rubbed his lip thoughtfully. “What kinda powers they got, Vinnie?”

    “Sound-based, boss. Da guy, he bursts eardrums wit’ sheer volume. Da girl — get this — she induces heart attacks with phased subsonics in a bass rhythm. Together, they ain’t ever failed. You wanna see ’em?”

    The boss nodded majestically. Vinnie turned and hollered to his flunky. “Hey, Guido! Bring in da Noise, bring in da Funk!”

      1. I can neither confirm nor deny having binged on THE GET DOWN over the weekend. 🙂

  14. The young woman was almost astonished at the silence. After the din of last night’s ice storm, she marveled at the morning’s noiselessness as she stood on the inn’s wooden porch, watching the sunrise, listening to the soft drip of melting icicles and the crunch of ice beneath her feet.

  15. She stood in the midst of the vibrating machinery; the thumping of pistons, the hiss of steam, the squeak of seals under pressure.
    Her eyes closed, turning in a slow circle, she followed the errant sound. The one note that did not fit in her symphony.
    “Click.” It was there!

    1. That reminds me of the old story of the retired engineer the company brings back to look at one of their malfunctioning machines. After puttering around the thing for about an hour, she fishes a piece of chalk out of her purse, and puts a mark on the machine. “Here,” she says, “the problem is here.” And sure enough it was.

      She then presents the company with a bill for $50,000. When she’s asked to itemize, she writes: “One chalk mark: $1,000. Knowing where to put it: $49,000!”

  16. The wind sighing through the trees.
    The brook babbling over its stony bed.
    The waves rolling unceasingly onto and off of the sandy shore.
    A room full of young children nattering mindlessly to each other.
    The steady, endless hissing tone of tinnitus.
    Low sound, devoid of meaning, just white noise.

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