The Baker’s Dozen Fiction Story – CHAPTER 10 by Lashell Collins

This is CHAPTER 10 by Lashell Collins. Follow this link to the blog with more:  Lashell Collins


Chapter 1 – written by Joe Owens

Chapter 2 – written by Josh Magill. You can visit Josh’s blog at The Magill Review

Chapter 3 – written by Ambrozya. You can visit Ambrozya at her blog Ambrozya

Chapter 4 written by Leslie Moon. Be sure to visit her at Moondust Writer

Chapter 5, written by Candice Setton. See at her blog: Setton Crew

 Chapter 6, written by Elizabeth Lamprey. Visit her at her blog: elegsabiff

Chapter 7, written by Jennifer Pendergast. She would love to have you visit her at  Elmo Writes

Chapter 8, written by Cl Elli. I know you will love her blog: Venti Mocha Moments

Chapter 9, written by Ted Strutz. I personally recommend his blog: Ted Strutz


This is Chapter 10 by Lashell Collins. Go to her blog here Lashell Collins


“Forrest!” Her voice was a warm, breathless whisper against his cheek. “Forrest, how are you? Are you all right? Forrest?”

 Her familiar voice sounded slightly frantic now, but Forrest still struggled to pull himself from the fog his brain was mired in. His eyes endeavored to focus, to try and help his brain make some sense of the confusion going on around him. He felt a sudden and erroneous jolt of relief as the owner of the sweet voice slowly came into view. It couldn’t be! Was his mind playing tricks on him?


 “Oh, Forrest! Thank God,” she whispered as she held him tightly, clinging to him like a frightened kitten.

 “Chrissie?” he mumbled again, still feeling confused. How was she here? What was happening? He didn’t get the chance to ponder those questions for very long, because suddenly they were being herded into a waiting helicopter. Not again, Forrest thought to himself. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Who were these people and what was going on. And most importantly … would this madness ever end?!

The fog clouding Forrest’s brain lifted as they piled in, and it was then that he finally got a good look at the uniforms their new captors were wearing. American? Navy Seals? Were they finally being rescued for real? A small ray of hope began to take root inside him. Perhaps now, things would finally begin to make some sense. He could only pray that it were true. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, he looked to his right and watched in disbelief as one of the uniformed men carried a bound and unconscious Angie onto the helicopter and secured her in the seat next to his.

 “Orders were to bring this one back alive if possible,” the soldier said to the pilot. “Luckily Ross’ team of acrobats didn’t have to kill her.”

 “Did you get the talisman?” the pilot asked.

 The soldier nodded his head in affirmation, holding up the old medallion that used to hang around  Forrest’s neck. He had taken it off and given it to Commander Yurdissen. That seemed so long ago. He wanted to ask the soldier where he had gotten it, but the man spoke up, answering Forrest’s unasked question. “As we expected, she had it on her when they neutralized her. All the captives are accounted for; let’s go!”

 Forrest couldn’t believe his ears as the chopper lifted into the air. Angie had his medallion in her possession? How had she gotten it? And he felt like a fool when he realized that she must have been in cahoots with their captors from the very beginning, and that whole scene with Commander Yurdissen was all for show. All to get her hands on Forrest’s medallion. But why? Who is she really, and who does she work for? And how did his father’s old medallion really fit into the craziness that had become his life? Forrest still had so many questions and not nearly enough answers.

 Scratching his head with a deep scowl on his face, Forrest suddenly felt weight on his left shoulder and it startled him. He jumped slightly, turning to the pretty young woman beside him who was resting her head on his shoulder. Chrissie! In all of the confusion and his silent quest for answers, Forrest had completely forgotten she was here.

 “Chrissie,” he whispered, and she slowly lifted her head and looked at him. Her warm brown eyes were wary and frightened. “Chrissie, what are you doing here? How did you get tangled up in this mess?”

 “I don’t know,” Chrissie responded softly, her voice small and tearful. “I don’t know what’s happening, Forrest. All I know is that I was kidnapped on my way to work. I was grabbed from behind and tossed into a van. And I think they must have drugged me or something because the next thing I knew, I was in that dark place! That cell, with the horrible smell and the electric shackle around my ankle! I don’t know how long I was there or even what day it is now,” she said, quietly sobbing now.

Forrest listened to her tale in horror. Chrissie had been kidnapped and brought into this nightmare, all because of him? It just didn’t make any sense. She reached up and gently caressed his face with her hand as she continued talking.

 “Oh, Forrest! The whole time I was locked in there I just kept thinking about you, and how I wished I had said yes and accepted your marriage proposal. When you were punished in the cell, and the room lit up from the sparks … I thought my mind was playing tricks on me when I saw it was you. That it was all some cruel joke. But it really is you! Oh, Forrest, I love you! I love you, and I thought I was never going to get another chance to tell you that! And to tell you that I made a huge mistake the other night. Please tell me I’m not too late. Tell me that we can still be married! If we survive … whatever this is.”

 Forrest’s mind was reeling. He had no clue how to respond as he stared at her lovely face in stunned silence.


Next up is  Francesca on June 21st. I have to add a day to the interval because I will be traveling from the 15th through the 20th.


The list of contributors and their blogs:

Joe Owens – Joe’s Musings                                                May 1st

Josh Magill – The Magill Review                                     May 6th

Ambrozya – Ambrozya                                                      May 11th

Moondust Writer – Moondust Writer                           May 16th

setton crew – setton crew                                                  May 21st

E.J. Lamprey – elegsabiff                                                   May 26th

Jennifer Pendergast – Elmo Writes                               May 31st

Cl Elli – Venti Mocha Moments                                      June 5th

Ted Strutz – TedBook                                                         June 10th

Lashell Collins – Lashell Collins                                   June 15th

Francesca – Dr. Franny and Mrs. Myself                  June 20th

David Stewart – The Green-Walled Tower                 June 25th

Joe Owens – Joe’s Musings                                              June 30th

About Joe Owens

Can you tell from my writing I love God? I hope so because that is what I want you to know most about me. I am also a writer who loves taking on fiction prompts and crafting a story. One day you will read my work in print. Until then enjoy it here! For free!
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  6. tedstrutz says:

    This is just perfect. I am so glad I didn’t kill Forrest off, for the poor guy gets a chance at a little happiness… maybe. The expert pen of a True Romance Writer has taken the reins and put a whole new spin to our boy’s life. I am taking notes… >i>clinging to him like a frightened kitten and warm brown eyes were wary and frightened… this stuff is pure gold. Loved Chapter 10, Lashell!

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