Murder Most Fowl – Part B #atozchallenge

For the A to Z challenge, I present Murder Most Fowl, an unedited serial story from the unpublished Cera Chronicles. Please excuse the grammar mistakes. This hasn’t been critiqued yet. If you’re just diving into this story, you may want to start with part A.

If you came looking for IWSG, I unfortunately didn’t get one written up this month. But I’ll be back next month!

Bullets whizzed past me. Dust clouds puffed to life inches from my feet. I stared at the fresh hole in my designer top. Red didn’t exactly clash with the blue, but it wasn’t the same shade as my hair, which I would’ve preferred.

I prodded my stomach and grimaced when my fingers found an added bulge to my normally unblemished physique. Already healed over. I’d have to perform self-surgery to get the bullet out. At least it wasn’t in my back.

The badged man and skirted girl raced in opposite directions. The other men opened fire. I took cover behind a wooden pole and glanced about the foray of weapon fire. If my companions were in this town, where would they be?

Glass shattered as bullets hit windows and cut sharp lines across the now-abandoned road. One struck a hanging metal sign and ricocheted into the air.

Something screeched over my head. A bundle of bloodied feathers fell from the sky and landed in an oozing mass at my feet. It twitched twice before emitting a dying squawk.

I bumped my stalker’s corpse with my shoe. “Told you.”

A bullet grazed my pole and showered me with splinters. Apparently they had no shortage of ammunition on this world. Strange. They seemed to be zeroing in on…

The girl slammed into me and we both tumbled back out into the open. I shoved at her. “Watch where you’re going!”

“You watch where I’m runnin’,” she snapped back. She met my gaze and jerked to her feet. “You ain’t human!”

“And you ain’t very coordinated, now are you?”

The gunfire stopped, replaced by slow, thudding footsteps and the metallic rattle of spurs. I craned my gaze up to the shadowed silhouette of the badged man. He leaned forward. A pair of wide set eyes and flaring nostrils came into focus.

I nudged the girl. “He isn’t human either.”

“I knew that.” The girl rolled her eyes. “He’s a cowboy.”

Read C here.

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Loni Townsend

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20 thoughts on “Murder Most Fowl – Part B #atozchallenge

  1. And I was very worried when she got shot- and then came the non-human twist! These are fun, Loni!

  2. an inhuman cowboy!! that;s interesting 🙂

  3. Cowboy story… interesting! 🙂

  4. This is turning into an exciting story. I like the element of enigma 🙂

  5. And we’re in the wild wild west!!!

    Woo hoo!

    Love a western – and how great that now you’re stringing us all along! Can’t wait to read what happens next!

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  7. Ha-ha-ha-ha! He isn’t human. Oh my. That was awesome.

  8. I love it. 🙂

    IWSG #243, until Alex culls the list again.

  9. Cowboys and aliens? I’m really intrigued!

  10. Oh I really did just LOL – he’s not human, because he’s a cowboy! Still giggling. These are so fun, Loni, and I’m dying to know who and what Cera is!!!

  11. Bwahahaha! He ain’t human, he’s a cowboy. 🙂 Love the self-healing. Too bad her body didn’t spit the bullet out first!

  12. Even more intrigued now. Going great. Not human but a cowboy. ……hahaha!
    I loved the self healing part.

  13. Oh! Gosh!! Just saw +Rivers Fairchild have the same comment. Seems you are on to something.
    Cheers Loni.

  14. Cowboy story <3 <3 Lovely!

  15. Hi, I enjoyed reading both your posts 🙂 well written 🙂

  16. Yet another brilliant instalment. Can’t wait to see what you have for us next! 🙂

  17. I’m playing catch up and just had to make sure I got all of yours, Loni. I’m not going to miss ‘human cowboys’, am I?
    I’m seeing this in animated form in my head! 😉

  18. “Dust clouds puffed to life inches from my feet.” Great line. You have captured a rendering of the Old West here brilliantly. Good stuff. Feel free to stay in touch – I want to get back to this, it’s super. But it’s 2am here! Good luck, Loni.

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