The Fifteen Minute Challenge
#61
Posted 21 October 2005 - 07:45 AM
#62
Posted 21 October 2005 - 03:21 PM
Keep it going Clink.
#63
Posted 22 October 2005 - 12:03 AM
Jane Austen's JAMES BOND, 007
in THE UNDISCOVERED MORGUE
Plot:
A ship laden with goods from the colonies returns to Britian, but everyone on the ship is dead - this catches the attention of Sir Miles Tepid, the Head of the Secret Service who assigns his best man, James Bond, to investigate. Bond teams up with stunning frontier widow, Estella Muerte, and a mysterious Asian woman known simply as Dusk - travelling from Britain to the colonies of North America at a time of great turmoil, getting involved in a deadly game of politics and combating the mysterious Frenchman, Jean Luc Frontiere, who heads up the fur trade conglomerate known as Aslan.
#64
Posted 22 October 2005 - 09:23 PM
If she had been here longer, it wouldn
#65
Posted 22 October 2005 - 09:42 PM
#66
Posted 22 October 2005 - 09:46 PM
Better than my last attempt at the fifteen minute challenge, anyway.
#67
Posted 29 October 2007 - 09:34 PM
James Bond was bored. Very bored. So bored, in fact, that he decided to WRITE A BOOK under the name of Ian Fleming. So he did. But fifteen minutes wasn't enough. When he left MI6, he continued. And continued. And continued until his books were made into films. But what nobody knows is that ever word of every book and every action in every film is REAL. Yes. MI6 does exist. Yes, James Bond does exist. Yes, all those villains do exist. Yes, I am slightly drunk.
#68
Posted 30 October 2007 - 07:12 AM
#69
Posted 30 October 2007 - 06:43 PM
And now, after all that and all that followed, Sir James wanted to know how he felt. "I find it's better not to."
"Not to what?"
"Not to feel. It gets in the way, it doesn't lead to anything."
"Other than your wife have you ever felt a death."
"It's not something I allow myself." If this kept up Bond thought, he could be dulled, just as a knife blade can be ruined if scraped until dull. He could not afford to lose his edge.
"When you were a child, when your parents died..."
"Of course, like all children I cried, but I'm an adult now. I can't form attachments and I can't mourn the dead."
"How do you feel about your own death?"
"When I'm killed on assignment, I plan to have as little left in the bank as possible."
"That's all you feel about it?"
"If I started feeling, I couldn't do my job". I would just sit in the park, ignoring my page and getting others killed until I was fired. No, feelings were no damn good at all.
[My 15 minutes, next up]
#70
Posted 04 November 2007 - 07:45 PM
Good to see this bumped, AJ. Always a lively thread, and it would be fun to read some of the newer voices taking a crack at the challenge.
Thanx, clinkeroo. I would have made it a bit larger, but I did it in exactly fifteen minutes, including the planning and the hiding my errors. Ah well, at least I reopened an old thread form 2 years back
#71
Posted 14 December 2007 - 01:36 AM
#72
Posted 14 December 2007 - 04:39 PM
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MEMORIES OF THE NOW
The buzzing in her brain wouldn
Edited by echomusic, 14 December 2007 - 05:26 PM.
#73
Posted 20 December 2007 - 03:46 AM
#74
Posted 21 December 2007 - 02:10 PM
Your piece is unfair. It actually has a plot as opposed to the unfocused mess I came up with.
I shall promptly head to the punishment room for my lashings.....
#75
Posted 21 December 2007 - 03:47 PM
#76
Posted 21 December 2007 - 03:50 PM
You understand the punishment room involves a wicker chair and a carpet beater?
Sounds like just another Friday night with me and the missus!
#77
Posted 21 December 2007 - 07:44 PM
HF
#78
Posted 21 December 2007 - 09:03 PM
#79
Posted 21 December 2007 - 09:12 PM
IAN FLEMING'S JAMES BOND 007 IN HARRY FAWKES'
NOBODY CHEATS DEATH
DEATH FOR BREAKFAST
The sea was warm and clear that morning. The silver grey stingray in front of him slowly fluttered away after about ten minutes just lying there, motionless, on the calm white sand.
The scuba diver watched it for a few moments longer then made for the coral reef for one last look before going up.
He floated as still as he could. He didn
#80
Posted 21 December 2007 - 09:48 PM
#81
Posted 21 December 2007 - 10:04 PM
Harry.
I liked yours by the way. Fleming style I must say.
#82
Posted 21 December 2007 - 11:19 PM
#83
Posted 22 December 2007 - 02:25 PM
NOBODY CHEATS DEATH
2
A TOUCH OF VIOLENCE
It was just after twelve noon when James Bond opened his eyes. It was pitch dark and there was a sharp pain at the back of his head. He tried to move but couldn
#84
Posted 22 December 2007 - 02:40 PM
Harry
#85
Posted 22 December 2007 - 03:45 PM
Here's my go. Unfortunately it took me almost twice as long as required.
'You may find this a little bit uncomfortable.' the doctor said as he entered the lock for the heart catheter into Bond's jugular vein. The sharp sting of pain was indeed manageable but Bond asked himself once more why the hell he had agreed to act as test dummy for one of the MoD's less ludicrous inventions.
Helping test a drug that allowed for rapid surfacing of submarine crews and divers in case of emergency without the Caisson disease? When asked by Tanner he had of course envisioned a test at one of the Royal Navy's diver bases and happily agreed. A splendid chance to get away from Headquarters with its impossible amounts of paperwork littering his desk as well as from the ill temper of M.
Instead he found himself at the Navy's Medical Research Centre, a nondescript office building near Portsmouth. Yesterday evening he had learned, with some concern, that his test of the drug was to incorporate a heart catheter diagnosis while he had to inhale an aerosol of the drug.
And now he felt the thin fibre wire with a metallic sound going trough the airlock down his jugular, through his left and right heart chambers right into his lungs. While it wasn't accompanied with terribly much pain his heart skipped one or two beats and it was still an extremely uncomfortable feeling he wouldn't like to prolong any more than necessary. About 15 minutes the nurse from QARNNS had said. Well, he'd just have to bite his teeth and get this rubbish over with.
'You're still comfortable?' the nurse enquired.
She was a short squat battleaxe with the manners of a butcher and the ill-concealed contempt she probably felt for all her patients. Lying almost naked before her only wearing his briefs wasn't inclined to make Bond feel any better about the situation. But he would be dammed if he let this Rottweiler in a nurses dress notice any nervousness.
'I'm fine, thank you.' he answered in his best relaxed tone.
'So now please take this mask and inhale deeply.'
She handed him a device that looked like a gas mask with the mouth piece of a snorkel and was attached by a tube to some small valve in the wall above his head. Its straps fitted the mask tightly over Bond's mouth and nose. The air Bond breathed with it tasted absolutely neutral.
'Now we'll insert the aerosol. This will feel a little bit cold. Please breath on as regularly as you can manage.' the doctor informed him.
Nodding, Bond kept on breathing deep and regularly. Suddenly he felt a freezing cold rush into his lungs. But after two or three breaths he got accustomed to the coldness.
The nurse came into view once more looking at the valve in the wall.
'Very well, and now please inhale deeply and hold your breath.'
He did as he was told. How long would he be able to hold his breath? With a rueful thought he remembered too many cigarettes and drinks in the last few months. Well, he'd do his best. To hell with RN research if it wasn't good enough for them.
But, to his surprise, he seemed to do rather well. As the seconds ticked by he felt quite comfortable. Now it must be surely more than a minute, yet he felt no urge to exhale.
In fact he didn't feel any need to breath whatsoever. This was beginning to get ridiculous. His personal pride was sufficiently satisfied now. He'd just give up now. He must be close to two minutes now
He tried to exhale but found that his lungs seemed as if they couldn't let go of the air. Instead they seemed to expand more and more.
Suddenly Bond felt a wave of panic rush into his system. Why couldn
#86
Posted 22 December 2007 - 04:28 PM
Very interesting. Keep it up and do a whole length story in the fanfic department. Would be a shame to let your girls hanging there, wouldn't it?
@Loomis
Fan-tas-tic!
Really fun and a nice idea to have Bond thinking 'Dear dairy!'. I'd have thought Bond would only share his thoughts and adventures with the bottom of a whisky bottle and a barkeeper. And afterwards smash the bottle to cut the bartenders throat with the bottleneck if any classified information was uncovered. Splendid!
#87
Posted 23 December 2007 - 08:19 AM
NOBODY CHEATS DEATH
3
THE EXPERIENCE OF PAIN
James Bond's wrists and ankles hurt. He tried to keep his mind off the pain by turning his thoughts to those of escape but the million pound question was how? He couldn
#88
Posted 23 December 2007 - 08:29 AM
Here's my go. Unfortunately it took me almost twice as long as required.
'You may find this a little bit uncomfortable.' the doctor said as he entered the lock for the heart catheter into Bond's jugular vein. The sharp sting of pain was indeed manageable but Bond asked himself once more why the hell he had agreed to act as test dummy for one of the MoD's less ludicrous inventions.
Helping test a drug that allowed for rapid surfacing of submarine crews and divers in case of emergency without the Caisson disease? When asked by Tanner he had of course envisioned a test at one of the Royal Navy's diver bases and happily agreed. A splendid chance to get away from Headquarters with its impossible amounts of paperwork littering his desk as well as from the ill temper of M.
Instead he found himself at the Navy's Medical Research Centre, a nondescript office building near Portsmouth. Yesterday evening he had learned, with some concern, that his test of the drug was to incorporate a heart catheter diagnosis while he had to inhale an aerosol of the drug.
And now he felt the thin fibre wire with a metallic sound going trough the airlock down his jugular, through his left and right heart chambers right into his lungs. While it wasn't accompanied with terribly much pain his heart skipped one or two beats and it was still an extremely uncomfortable feeling he wouldn't like to prolong any more than necessary. About 15 minutes the nurse from QARNNS had said. Well, he'd just have to bite his teeth and get this rubbish over with.
'You're still comfortable?' the nurse enquired.
She was a short squat battleaxe with the manners of a butcher and the ill-concealed contempt she probably felt for all her patients. Lying almost naked before her only wearing his briefs wasn't inclined to make Bond feel any better about the situation. But he would be dammed if he let this Rottweiler in a nurses dress notice any nervousness.
'I'm fine, thank you.' he answered in his best relaxed tone.
'So now please take this mask and inhale deeply.'
She handed him a device that looked like a gas mask with the mouth piece of a snorkel and was attached by a tube to some small valve in the wall above his head. Its straps fitted the mask tightly over Bond's mouth and nose. The air Bond breathed with it tasted absolutely neutral.
'Now we'll insert the aerosol. This will feel a little bit cold. Please breath on as regularly as you can manage.' the doctor informed him.
Nodding, Bond kept on breathing deep and regularly. Suddenly he felt a freezing cold rush into his lungs. But after two or three breaths he got accustomed to the coldness.
The nurse came into view once more looking at the valve in the wall.
'Very well, and now please inhale deeply and hold your breath.'
He did as he was told. How long would he be able to hold his breath? With a rueful thought he remembered too many cigarettes and drinks in the last few months. Well, he'd do his best. To hell with RN research if it wasn't good enough for them.
But, to his surprise, he seemed to do rather well. As the seconds ticked by he felt quite comfortable. Now it must be surely more than a minute, yet he felt no urge to exhale.
In fact he didn't feel any need to breath whatsoever. This was beginning to get ridiculous. His personal pride was sufficiently satisfied now. He'd just give up now. He must be close to two minutes now
He tried to exhale but found that his lungs seemed as if they couldn't let go of the air. Instead they seemed to expand more and more.
Suddenly Bond felt a wave of panic rush into his system. Why couldn
#89
Posted 23 December 2007 - 11:21 AM
NOBODY CHEATS DEATH
3
THE EXPERIENCE OF PAIN
James Bond's wrists and ankles hurt. He tried to keep his mind off the pain by turning his thoughts to those of escape but the million pound question was how? He couldn
#90
Posted 23 December 2007 - 05:32 PM
NOBODY CHEATS DEATH
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