A lot of you said last week’s challenge had you stumped, so here’s an easier one to gently guide you into the week:
Write a poem or story on the following prompt:
Revenge
Here is your challenge from last week:
And to think he’d thought it was a bomb. No, it was something far worse.
I’m keeping Rajiv Chopra on his toes, in his Mary Jane series, but he didn’t let me down and came up with something excellent. I love the last line:
His knees seemed to creak as he rose. Damn, he thought. I ain’t old, so why do these bloody things creak? It had to be all the injuries he had been through. But he, The Joker, was indestructible. How could his knees creak? Damn. Damn, damn and damnation. He was becoming predictable, and this could not be allowed. That damn Batman. He thought that he, The Joker, did not know about him and Harley? Why, it was he who had planted Harley in Batman’s bed, with the view to eventually duping him. But she – she – faithless woman that she was, had decided to run off with Mary Jane.
A month had passed, and they had made progress. They seemed to have arrived at a place where the two women had been. Yes, they were on the trail.
They arrived at a hotel, and walked to the reception. A box was waiting for him. He grabbed it and, walked out into the dark night, to look inside. But wait. Maybe, a bomb was inside. No. She would not do that to him. Would she?
He opened it. And to think he’d thought it was a bomb. No, it was something far worse. The joke seemed to be on him. The Joker screamed into the dark, and the passers by thought that they saw a crazy man, with a red mouth and white, pasty face screaming with laughter.
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Reblogged this on Write of Passage and commented:
It’s Monday, so it’s a new Monday Motivations from Esther Newton. Enjoy!
Thank you, Esther! You keep us on our toes!
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I try! 🙂
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And succeed! 👏🏻
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Monday already
Weekend’s revenge
For doing nothing
Best crack on
With Esther’s challenge!
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Love, love, love it! Thank you 🙂
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Knowing me I’ll do it Friday … or who know’s maybe surprise you!
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I look forward to it 🙂
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Hi Esther … sorry this so late … just visited my builder!
Key in the door
A little stiff
Needs lubricating
She keeps telling him
Steps inside
Odd smell greets
Wet plaster … wood dust
Others homes not his
Walls overfilled holes
Tiles broken rough edges
Door an inch too short
Frame botched distorted
Windows condensation soaked
Heating gone array
Message painted on a wall
Your home as you left mine!
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Another powerful one! Great stuff. Thank you.
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VERY VERY bloody true on the quote!
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I agree!
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ho ho! I may have a double something for you!
And, I have The Discovery done!
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Excellent! Can’t wait to see it all 🙂
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It shall come!.. They shall come, I mean!
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I like what EDC wrote
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It was great, wasn’t it? 🙂
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You bet!
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That’s a fantastic last line, quite haunting! And a new challenge? Yay!
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Thanks, Helen. It was a great last line, wasn’t it? 🙂
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Definitely!
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How many words should we be looking at for this week’s Revenge challenge?
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It’s up to you! No limit this time (within reason!)
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I see, that makes things interesting
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Ha! I have something for you. The verse goes with the prose!
He would never reveal the contents of the box. Well, not now anyway. The contents had shaken him up a bit too much. He could not believe what had happened, and he sat there outside for a long time, confused thoughts coursing through his brain.
Truth be told, his luck had been a little hard on him lately, as his frayed clothes revealed. He had struck upon this plan of having Harley Quinn planted in The Bat’s bed, so that he could make him an unwitting agent of his schemes. The Joker suddenly realized that he had not seen one penny in the last months. Had he been blind? He had been so much in love with his own greedy little idea that he did not realize that he had been played all this time.
He gnashed his teeth. Hell hath no fury like a Joker scorned, he muttered. Eyes wild, he tore at his hair, and danced and stamped his feet in anger and petulance. He would be avenged. He, The Joker, would rise again. The world would, once again, play His Games, and his glory would be unrivalled. This future moment of triumph would belong to him, and to him alone.
A wild, gleeful look came into his eyes. “Hee! Hee! Hee!”, he laughed hysterically to himself. “Yes, I will use those three to my advantage. That arrogant fool of The Spider, and those two nincompoops who are always blathering about Dark Lords. Yes, they shall be my pawns.”
Rubbing his hands, in his dirty, frayed Joker gloves, he reveled in the scheme that was starting to germinate in his twisted mind.
“Revenge shall be mine”, he screamed into the dark night. As he melted away into the darkness, his voice could be heard, chanting this crazy little mongrel rhyme,
Oh Little Batman wants to play With Little Harley, he went astray. But I am The Joker, I am King; My sport is revenge, I shall make them singe.
Oh Pretty Harley tried to cheat With The Bat and Jane – quite the feat! But I am The Joker, revenge is mine; My evil Genius once more shall shine!
Ah that Spider, and those Little Men Shall plot with me, in my old den. For I am The Joker, I will be avenged, The Bat and Harley, will feel my revenge!
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I look forward to this so much, Rajiv. Don’t ever end it! 🙂
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Well, I sent it to you. Did you get it!
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I certainly got it 🙂
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Oh good!
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