Showing posts with label Bear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bear. Show all posts

Friday, 14 December 2012

Seventy Fifth Friday Flash: Penguin, Bear and the Shadow


Image Source: Douglas Orton Imaging 


At first she thought it was her imagination. It had been following from outside the store and when she saw it swallow an old woman she knew it meant business. Penguin waddled along, staring back over her shoulder. The shadow was fast approaching. Threatening to engulf her.

Looking for shelter in the underground parking hadn't been the best idea. It was well lit, but some of the lights were flickering which only put her more on edge.

The shadow was gaining. If only she had stayed at home and ordered her art supplies like a modern penguin, but she adored the old lady at the local craft shop and didn't want to see her go out of business.

An old bear was getting out of his battered yellow pickup truck. He wore a brown raincoat and a wide brimmed hat. His large nostrils sniffed the air. She went up to him just as he started walking towards the shopping centre entrance. He stopped and looked down at her. She pointed at the menacing shadow. Scowling the bear moved the penguin behind him with his big paw.

Just as the shadow was about to pounce the bear roared. The shadow quivered and stopped for a second before attacking. Roaring in pain and anger the bear flailed at the shadowy entity. Penguin had to do something. Then it hit her. Using her lock picking skills she broke into an SUV, hot-wired it and turned on the high-beams. The shadow shrieked like an banshee as it was blasted away.

Bear was in a bad way. He was bleeding and part of his left arm was missing. She felt awful dragging him into it and went over to help. Doing what she could until the ambulance arrived she rode with him to the hospital. It was one of many journeys they would be taking together.  

Friday, 22 June 2012

Fifty Ninth Friday Flash: Tiny Terrors

Ceramic Figurines by shigeki hayashi

*This is a follow up to Endless War, Desolation and Bear Necessities


It had been a week since Amy had escaped Sergeant Whiskers. A week of hard slog. She was determined to put as much distance between him and her as possible, there was a good chance he was dead, but she wasn't going to take the chance.

Amy looked around from the rise in the road, no sign of him, no sign of anyone, just the overgrown road she had travelled along winding its way down the side of the mountain. She breathed a sigh of relief, ruffled bear's ears, and carried on up toward the town the signs had been promising wasn't too far away. She was hoping it wasn't bad as the others she had encountered.

Coming in closer she saw that most of the buildings had been blasted to bits, but just as she was about to give up hope and head onto the next town she stumbled across a supermarket. Compared to the other buildings it was still at least standing, and even from a distance she could see that the shelves were still packed.

“Oh, look bear! Food.”

Bear just growled. He had been rather grumpy lately. She hoped any food they found would calm him down a bit.

Amy switched her powersuit to manual and moved towards the surprisingly still intact glass store front. Even through the closed doors she could smell the stench of rotten food, but hopefully the tinned goods were still good. Extending a blade from her forearm she pushed it between the doors and wedged them open. Bear sniffed the air and ran in.

“Wait!” But he wasn't listening and was gone. She just hoped he didn't eat something that would make him sick.

It was deathly silent inside. No in store music to grate on your ears, no shoppers to navigate around, it gave her the creeps. She shook her head, no reason why it should. She was born during the war, raised in an army base. All she knew from the life before was through educational videos. Looking around she wondered if they had actually lost anything, but she had no time to contemplate. Her suit began to beep. She switched on her heads up display. There were other life forms in the building and they were heading towards her. She wasn't overly concerned. It was most probably racoons or something, what did she have to worry about? She was in a suit of powered armour.

Moments later small black forms launched at her from the shelves. A sense of dread shot through her. It couldn't be! They were just a myth. Not supposed to be real, but yet there they were cutting into her armour with power torches. She threw two of them off and legged it away. She just couldn't fight them. But they followed. If she didn't do something soon they would get through the armour and to her. She only had one chance. Backed up to the end of the aisle and with the little armoured suits advancing towards her she bypassed all the fail safes and engaged the process. One of them leaped for her face. Its red electronic eye cold and soulless. She watched in horror as its powertorch cut through her helmet and visor.

She pressed a button. The EMP burst into life. The tiny powered suits on and around her jerked and fell over, the red light in their electronic eyes fading. Her own suit sagged. She checked herself as she clambered out of the suffocating suit, no cuts she could see. Just as she was about to rush away and find bear she began to hear a strange noise she hadn't heard in a long time. It was babies and they were crying. So it was true. Their immature brains being used as cheap processing power and drugs pumped into their blood to prevent growth. Abominations, but maybe, just maybe they could be saved. She quickly dashed over and used her combat knife to open up the face plate of the first one. It was a baby maybe a year old. She quickly did the same until they were all free. Five of them in total. Five new mouths to feed.

Amy wondered if bear would like their new companions. She was hoping they would bring out his soft side. 

Thursday, 22 March 2012

Forty Seventh Friday Flash: Penguin and Bear


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Bear searched high and low, but penguin was nowhere to be seen.

From the edge of all he knew to the other side of everywhere else he walked and walked, searching, but his black and white feathered friend was nowhere to be seen.

Many times he went back to where they first met, a river. He had been in one of his foul moods, slumped on a park bench when she came across him. At first he wondered what she had wanted, but they soon got talking and she brightened up his day. For weeks they met at the same spot, going up and down the river talking about anything and everything.

Every moment was precious, their senses heightened, everything just feeling that little better than normal. Others thought they were a strange pair, but they didn't care. Their bond meant more than little differences.

Then one day she didn't show up. He thought maybe she was just late, but after waiting the whole of the rest of the day he realized something was wrong. The next day he got there earlier than usual, hoping that maybe there was a note or some sign of her, but still nothing. Fearing that she was in danger he began his search.

He thought back on the day before she left, she hadn't acted any differently, maybe she knew she had to leave and didn't want to spoil their last moments together by having to say goodbye.

For years and years he didn't give up hope. Hoping maybe she would remember the good times they had and return.

Everyone he asked shook their head when he asked of her. Had she been a ghost? Someone his depressed mind had made up to cheer him up? Would he only ever see her in his dreams. Her smile and voice haunting him forever?

World weary and with a heavy heart he returned to the bench where it all started. His old tired bones pleading for him to rest. He dropped down on the bench and watched as the sun set. Vowing to never leave the spot until he heard news of his long lost penguin.

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Story Challenge #54



Using the comment section below write us a story inspired by this image.

There are no limits and it is just for fun.