Writing Challenge 4

The story ends in the desert. The story takes place in the early evening. A character opens a chest. A character becomes attracted to someone during the story. During the story, a character gets dirty.

Dusk on the sandpiles that stretch into the horizon, only visible above the locket she wears around her neck, which holds a photo of herself as a child.

5-11-11

The story must have an armorer in it. The story must involve a dart in it. A character becomes disoriented during the story. During the story, a character has to pay a fine.

"5 bucks for a pretzel? I could wait a thousand years for this piece of dough and salt to petrify, shape it into a dart and throw it through your plated armor!"

"Sir, we were called by your neighbor, who heard you ranting at your television. You seem a bit disoriented. You will have to pay a fine and probably spend some time on a psychiatric ward."

5-12-11

A character lends someone money, but the action goes terribly wrong. A character becomes belligerant during the story. During the story, a character moves to a different dwelling.

Here's twenty bucks, now get out of my face.
What?
I hate you.
Why?
Because you moved out without cleaning up your shit.

5-16-11

During the story, someone's method of transportation breaks down. The story must involve a throwing knife in it. During the story, a character misunderstands someone.

I really misunderstood what you were trying to tell me, although throwing a machete at my segue made me think you were dangerous and out of control.
Don't you mean a segway?
Oh, yeah. right.

5-18-11

The story starts during a day off. During the story, there is a labor strike. A character steals something. A character is sick throughout most of the story. During the story, a character eats something they haven't had in a while.

Jacques, who hadn't worked in months, and hadn't eaten in days, wandered past the open air cafe. Brought out of his delirium by the smell of coffee and fresh baked bread, he allowed his eyes to wander over the clientele, spotting men and women of an upper class and character to which he had never belonged.

Louise sat down to her Chocolate Kolache and Espresso, half in thought and unaware of her proximity to the man standing in front of her, facing the open air cafe and idly gazing over her shoulder. A two inch headline on the newspaper screamed at her "Labor Strike!" "Union Revolts" "Joe Hill Lives!"

Jacques, aware of the slender woman seated in front of him, but more aware of his persistently empty stomach, coughed once, caught her eye, took her kolache and walked away. He hadn't enjoyed a kolache since he had gotten sick.

Louise, suddenly aware of a vague and repulsive odor along the sidewalk, was alerted to Jacque's presence. As he coughed, she raised her eyes, caught herself in mid panic and sat straight as he removed her chocolate kolache, and walked away. Well, she thought. A fine way to start my day off.

5-20-11