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Mini Sledgehammer: May 2013 Metlakatla Library

Congratulations to Karen Thompson for wowing a judge who doesn’t like most dream sequences. Ali loved how Karen’s dream so realistically jumped from scene to scene and kept a sense of urgency.

Prompts:
Character: A sultan
Action: Running
Setting: A shadowy room
Prop: A book about Africa

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By Karen Thompson

The fire added so much comfort to the hugh room.  The wet wood crackled with audible levels contributing to complete relaxation.

I could smell the alder as I drifted in and out of a deep, but still semi-conscious sleep.  The fire cast shadows against the bare walls.  In my semi-conscious sleep I was running through wooded trails at dusk or twilight.  So warm, so comfortable, the sounds awakened childhood memories.  It must be summer.

Vaguely I was recognizing a room through a haze; I sensed within my being the need to find something missing?  I was late, for what?  I continued with this inner sense of missing something.  I remembered always having books in a specific place and I could not reach this area.

Within an instant I was running in the wooded trail with shadows in front of me, behind me and sounds of someone with me, or following?  I could hear tree limbs snapping as someone stepped on them.  THe smell of alder smoke never left.

A hugh building, again the sense and urgency of being late and finding something.  Maybe I would find what I was looking for in this hugh building.  THe shadows danced around me as I approached…a castle?

Immediately I was in a dim lit room, feeling a familiarity.  I smelt smoke and the room was hot, was this because of my running?  I could feel sweat on my body, uncomfortable heat but crackling sounds gave me an assurance.  I needed to find my book storage.

The shadows were vivid and dancing on the walls.  I now saw someone with their back to me.  Dressed in beautiful satins that changed as the light from the flames glowed at different degrees.  A turbaned sultan?  SLowly the person turned and as the eyes came straight forward into mine.  His mouth distorted for speech while his eyes pierced through my very being… a loud sound jolted me awake.  It was my book on Africa falling.

My dream, was I looking for this book?  How did a sultan fit into my dreams?  The warmth of the fire, dancing shadows were now dimming.

© 2013 Karen Thompson

Mini Sledgehammer: April 2013 Metlakatla Library

It’s beginning to look like spring on our little island. Although there’s still some snow on the peaks, the marsh lilies are blooming and the fish are biting. And while we don’t have baseball here, it’s sure to be on a few fans’ TVs. Thanks to everyone who took the time to write with us amid all this. It was fun to hear your stories!

Congratulations to Kandi McGilton, a first-time Mini Sledgehammer participant who nabbed the prize.

Character: A baseball fan
Action: Grilling
Setting: An intersection
Phrase: “Put on your seatbelt.”

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by Kandi McGilton

Jake put on his Yankees hat, scooped up the burgers, hot dogs and condiments and made his way into the back yard to prepare his dinner. As he stumbled over chew toys and did knee highs over tea tables and accessories, dolls and overly girly bouncy balls, he silently cursed the gods for making this one task so difficult.

“Honey! Don’t forget to put cheese on the burgers! And don’t burn the hot dogs!” Camile, his wife yelled from the kitchen where she was preparing potato salad, fruit salad and lord knows what other kind of salad the woman could think of.

“Yeah, right, uh huh…” He muttered back to her as he set the food on the table next to his charcoal grill. It was hot out, and the last thing he wanted to do was stand in front of a fire, cooking for a bunch of in-laws he could hardly stand being in the same room with. As he stoked the charcoal and added a splash more fuel onto the fire just to see the flames rise, a smug grin crossed his face. “Honey do this, honey do that… women!” He snorted as if he’d just said the most sophisticated words of his life.

“I’m a woman.” A tiny voice came from behind him. As he swung around in his ‘Kiss The Cook’ apron, tongs in one hand, barbecue sauce in the other, he looked down on the most precious face on earth. He chuckled as he answered his four year old daughter.

“Is that so?”

Alyssa replied with her tiny fists balled on her hips just like her mother. “Yes, that’s so!” With that, her size 6 foot stomped down the grass.

“Well if you say so. What are you doing out here anyway, woman?” He said to her playfully as Jake ignored the cooking hot dogs.

“Mommy said to get out of her way and bring that stupid mutt too.” Alyssa nodded once in absolution.

“Rex? I thought I had him locked up in the bedroom. Did you let him out?” He raised an eyebrow at her and tried to give his best stern father look.

“No! I didn’t do it, he got out all on his own! Just like he ate dinner all on his own!” Alyssa squeaked in her childish voice, pointing at the golden retriever as he slobbered down the last of the hamburgers. Jake took one look at the dog and before he could yell at him to get off the table, Camile was yelling at him through the kitchen screen door.

“The dog! Damn it, Jake! Can’t you do more than one thing at a time? The family will be here any second! Rex, get over here! You stupid mutt!” Oblivious to his trouble, Rex darted for the kitchen. Alyssa stood there with her eyes lit up, her hands covering her mouth to suppress her giggle.

“Daddy’s in trouble…” She chimed.

“No he’s not.” Jake mumbled trying to salvage any food left on the table.

Camile’s cold as ice voice hollered from the kitchen. “Yes he is, because not only did the dog eat the burgers, but daddy burnt all the hot dogs too!”

He let out a string of curses, looking at his watch he knew he had at least 20 minutes to run to the grocery store before the Yankees vs White Socks game started. “Come on munchkin, we’re going to the store.”

“Yay! Can I get cookies? And root beer? And, oh! I want ice cream!” Her little frame bounced around him in excitement as they made their way through the house and out the front door.

“Hurry back, you know my dad likes to eat on time!” Camile called out before slamming the front door shut behind him.

“Women…” He said as he buckled Alyssa in. He couldn’t help but smile just a little as she crossed her arms and pouted at him.

It only took five minutes to get to the store, but in that amount of time his wife had managed to call and rush him through almost every isle for things she HAD to have.

“I’ve gotta go, now, you’re breaking up…” He said as he began to check out, giving her not time to speak as he hung up on her.

“Did you just hang up on mommy?”

“No, and if you want those extra chewy chocolate chip cookies, you’ll get on the same page as me and tell her the service here sucks.”

Alyssa giggled and nodded, happy to be in on the scheme.

Back in the car he realized they were now ten minutes late and there was no doubt a mob of angry Red Socks fans waiting to tear into him about being hungry.

“Put your seatbelt on kid, daddy might break a few laws!” He said as he buckled her in. The shock was apparent in her saucer like eyes and the look didn’t go away until they flew into the driveway.

“Well lookie here. Jake decided to show his face after all. We weren’t sure you’d show up seeing as the Yankees are about to be slaughtered.” Laughter came from deep inside the house at his brother-in-laws words. With a tilt of his chin, he picked up Alyssa in one arm, the food in the other and made his way into the house where the mob had assembled around the television.

Taking his cap from her father and placing it on her own head, Alyssa called out from beneath it to the family, “Us Yankees are going to kick your White Socks butts!”

© 2013 Kandi McGilton

Mini Sledgehammer: March 2013 Metlakatla Library

Ali learned something new with this month’s Mini Sledgehammer: when it snows while the sun is shining in Southeast Alaska, that’s the beginning of Herring season. She’ll never see such weather phenomena the same!

Congratulations to Marcella Brendible, who crafted this story of love and wilderness with the following prompts:

Character: A new parent
Action: Eating foreign food
Setting: A sunny day with snow falling
Phrase: “Not in a million years”

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by Marcella Brendible

The day began with pink clouds and blue skies a minute later the skies darken rather quickly. Gently the snow began to fall. “I just looked and saw a beautiful sunrise and now it’s snowing!” Sally exclaimed to her husband Roy. The two of them were preparing their boat for the nearest city. Well, city terms of a wilderness country, that is. The two were heading out to pick up their new daughter born during the night. They waited a long time for this day and they both wanted a girl.

Time in the acclaimed third largest city was a favorite of theirs. Restaurants, shops and even a small movie theater. Such luxuries were a rare treat. The month before, they journeyed in to prepare for their daughter. Now her room was ready and so were they. Family and friends gather at the dock waiting for their arrival. Everyone was going to help them adjust and help with the new family’s transition.

“Shall we try out the new restaurant?” Roy asked Sally.

“Not in a million years” was Sally’s answer. I’m not like you, eating live animal meat. Fresh veggies, sure. Besides, maybe later. I just don’t want to introduce something new to my body when we are picking up our daughter!”

“Okay, I understand,” Roy said.

The snow was falling lightly again, but they both knew this was part of their spring season. They both knew the day would settle down with blue sky throughout the day. Nothing was going to keep Sally and Roy home on their small island.

“I’ll go and start up the boat while you finish packing,” he said. “The cabin will be nice and warm for you.”

I love that about you, thought Sally. Today was going to change their lives forever. Helpful friends were ready to pitch in. Family encouraging them to go ahead and adopt. Everybody was excited.

New parents had high expectations for their offspring, and these two were no different. Introducing their young one to the natural world of their island, the seasons they’ll share, the wildlife in abundance, was just the beginning of their baby’s life.

The solitude was heavenly. Above the tall trees, the Milky Way shone brightly. Heaven on earth was their gift to their daughter.

Dad recorded the migrating whales; Mom wrote for scientific journals and the local newspaper. They planned to home school, and life was looking up! Not that their life wasn’t already whole, but to introduce a new life to their world was exciting for them. Science in their backyard, above their heads, health through their walks and fresh wild food growing around their home. The forty-plus other families to share your ups and downs with—a community of music, food, and shared love for the natural world. Life was complete.

The new parents-to-be gathered the rest of their belongings and said goodbye to their once-quiet home.

“When we return, we’ll have her, you know,” Roy said.

“I know, I know,” she replied. “I am ready.” She gently closed the front door.

© 2013 Marcella Brendible

Mini Sledgehammer February 2013: Blackbird Wine & Atomic Cheese

Thanks for another great Mini Sledgehammer, all. Congratulations to the February winner, Daniel Granias! We hope to see you at Mini Sledgehammer again.

Character: Hostile talking animal

Action: Going to happy hour

Setting: Underneath and underpass

Prop: Child’s toy

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by Daniel Granias

“I told you that wasn’t a good idea, Chuck.”

“What was I supposed to do? Let them arrest me?”

“You’re not worth the handcuffs it’d take.”

Chuck sent a heel into the underbelly of Roy, the mange-ridden Labrador, hard enough to throw the hostile hound on his side.

“Shut up, fleabag.”

The pair began to gather the damp and torn remnants of clothing and blankets that were strewn in the muddy gutter, wrapping the green camping tarp over the bundle and dragging it out of the rain beneath the convergence of Eisenhower Expressway and the Dan Ryan.

Less than a year ago, Chuck had in fact been worth more than just a pair of handcuffs—millions more. And Chuck hadn’t always been Chuck; he was formerly Charles T. Greyson, co-owner of Greyson Motor Industries Unlimited. That was before his brother Julius signed the company over to a corporate account that specialized in the electronic digitization of transmissions, a move that left Charles defending a backless, diesel-guzzling freight line, and therefore forced to withdraw all shareholding. This left him with nothing, and his insurance coverage was invalidated after his wife of six years who provided the plan revealed her intention to leave Charles for Julius since they met at the Golden Nugget happy hour two years ago.

But now Charles was Chuck, and Chuck was on the move.

“I should’ve left you with Meredith, Roy.”

“That bitch? I’d’ve rather eaten shit.”

“You already do.”

“Fuck off, you sorry excuse of a bum.”

Just as the ragged team slugged their way up to the narrowest part of the ramp, a doll tumbled out of Chuck’s tarp. It rolled down the moss and mildew scattered concrete and stuck in a mud bank at the bottom. Its eyes stared up at Chuck in the single yellow glare of the streetlight.

“Why’d you take that from Audrey?”

“She can survive. Her mom can provide her with everything now.”

“But why that? She never played with it anyway.”

“It was the first thing I bought for her. I doubt she even remembers it.”

“She remembers you.”

“I’d rather she didn’t.”

“She’s better off.”

© Daniel Granias 2013

Mini Sledgehammer February 2013: Metlakatla Library

Many of you know that Sledgehammer Director Ali McCart has moved to Alaska for the 2012-2013 school year. And wouldn’t you know it? Writers up there want to Mini Sledgehammer too! If you’re interested, join them in the library at 5 p.m. every first Wednesday through May.

February marked the first of the Alaska Mini Sledgehammers, and it was a blast! Kathy Anderson took home the prize with this sneaky story.

Prompts:
Character: Librarian
Action: Typing
Setting: Small business office
Prop: Broken zipper

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by Kathy Anderson

Eleven P.M. was an odd time to be in the small business office.  Papers were scattered on the desk and files were in disarray.  The clicking of the computers keys could be softly heard over the subtle noise of the state of the art air conditioner.  Jenna, the librarian at the small museum housing artifacts of war crimes, wouldn’t normally be at work at this hour.  Normally-

Time was running short.  She needed to get this information decoded and uploaded before the target time of 12:00 midnight would be reached.  Jenna – a small, demure, woman of Swedish descent only could will time to slow down in order for her to complete her objective.  People’s fortunes, their very lives, depended on this information to be delivered.

She finished typing, exhaled, and noted the computer needed 10 minutes to finish uploading the information she had been gathering.  A perfect opportunity to use the facilities.  Thus far her plan had been executed flawlessly.  She knew the office would be empty at this hour of the night except for the custodians, so there were no disruptions.  Many nights she worked long hours at the museum library logging data and cataloging the written archives, so no one suspected.

Stretching she walked silently to the restroom.  She knew the cleaning crew would be making their rounds soon; she had to hurry.  She always dressed the part of the mousy librarian, cardigan sweaters, blue jean skirts and today was no exception.

Wouldn’t you know it! She chose the stall with no toilet paper in this tiny bathroom.  She leaned over and reached up into the next stall to grab for the roll there.  While leaning over for the TP, her cardigan became caught in her zipper of her skirt.  Are you kidding me!  The more she worked at releasing the cotton material from her fly, the more entangled it became until the zipper actually broke.

As she was working at her zipper, she lost track of time and the bump of the mop bucket in the hallway alerted her to the fact that the custodians had arrived.  She had to get back to her computer.  But how without causing a scene?  But wait- maybe that is exactly what she needed to do! Cause a scene.  She somehow removed her arms in her cardigan, revealing the silky cami underneath.  She slipped off the jean skirt with the cardigan still hanging from the fly and revealed her undergarment – thong underwear.

Slowly, seductively she leaned against the door jamb of the bathroom door  waiting for Juan to look up.  She wouldn’t make it back to the office in time to check that the upload had completed, but she could prevent, and very effectively,  the cleaning man from seeing what she was doing.

Not guns, nor bullets, nor XYZ zippers could ever stop double agent Jenna and she wondered what her next assignment would be.

© 2013 Kathy Anderson