A Selfish Man

 

There he stands. Looking through the uppermost turret window at the vastness of his courtyard. He feels so proud. Proud of what he has achieved.

“Daddy, Daddy, look what I’ve drawn for you”!

He remembers a time when this was all he wanted. To be the king of his own castle. He thinks of his wife. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She is on his arm. Life can’t get better than that.

“Daddy? I’ve drawn you something”

The pride within him threatens to explode.

Turning from the window he makes his way to the breakfast room to sip coffee and read the morning news.

The child follows him.

What a life this man has. Everything he ever wanted.

…“daddy?”

 

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This is a sad tale that is inspired by the thoughts in my mind over the past couple of days. This Photo Prompt (provided by The Magicsticgoldenrose) is for the Weekly Flash Fiction Challenge over at FFFAW hosted by Priceless Joy. Read other’s interpretations here or click on the blue button below 🙂

Bleedin’ Traitors’ Gate

What an excruciatingly paranoid time it was. Persecuted Queens accused of treason. And Men accused of plotting against their Kings. For Royals, even with their wealth and power, couldn’t escape the secret games against their lives. Yes, some were founded on truth, but many out of mere delusion.

Heads on stakes dangling from bridges, an ominous sight indeed. It was for the pleasure of those who crossed the Thames to what awaited them: their own imprisonment in the Tower of London. They’d be incarcerated until seen fit for their own heads to eventually join those that hung from London bridge.

Poor Queen Anne Boleyn. Accused of treason and adultery. And Incest with her brother. As she crossed the water to Traitors Gate the staked heads hung as a reminder of her own unavoidable fate. The following months of imprisonment led her to insanity: Hysterically crying one moment, and laughing wildly the next. And so it remained until her head too joined the display.

Princess Elizabeth got lucky. She only visited for a few weeks. Exonerated on the grounds of false arrest that sealed her release. However, she was sure to make it so that her own traitor would pay. And her sister, ‘Bloody Mary’, did indeed pay. With her own Imprisonment and the steely axe.

A bloody time indeed it was. Royals with their power, prestige, and money were not even safe. And If they themselves weren’t safe, then what of the everyday, ordinary folk? Were their lives as unpredictable and bloody?

Traitors Gate at the Tower remains with tourists daily flocking to see. Does it serve to tell the history of England’s past? Or maybe something else? Perhaps it’s a reminder of what will happen if you think to cross our Royal Queen?

It might be a bit of both 🙂

 

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A fab photo prompt that got me writing about a point in history that I’ll never understand. The details yes, but the brutal behaviour?? That’s the bit of humanity I’ll never comprehend – present-day bloodshed included.

Sunday Photo Fictioners 

100 Words: Parent

This story, formed as a letter, is inspired by The Jennifer Pan Story’. A tragic True Crime case that divided opinion. 


 

Dear Jennifer,

I’ve tried to understand and I think I now do.

Many despise you. They cannot comprehend what you went through that lead to their murder. But the impact your parents had on your life: You never stood a chance.

You tried to get good grades. You tried to come home early. You tried to obey.

You were forbidden to wear makeup. You weren’t allowed any friends. You were only allowed to study. ‘Jennifer’ didn’t matter.

You matter to me. My book will tell the truth and I’ll make people see.

So, hang in there….

….We’re getting you out.

 

 

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This 100-word only prompt – Parent – is from Tara R at her blog, Thin Spiral Notebook. Write 100 words exactly – not one word more, and not one less. Check out others take Here on the word prompt ‘Parent’ 🙂

Heal

Genre: Psychological, Dark

 

Heal

 

Am I healing?

 

What’s taken place, and what has been. What is no more, what no longer is.

What will be – I do not know.

The climb has been steady, with pitfalls and highs along its way.

The trajectory points up and forward, despite it being impossible to see.

The highs get higher, the laughter gets louder. On the flipside though, and there is a big one, the lows are much lower.

It’s no wonder each day I am comatose. I can’t take the stimulation of the highs as much as I’m unable to take the desperation of the lows.

If there is a middle road, I’m yet to walk it.

Pain is there, as I journey through hell. I’m traversing it, on it I’m balancing, and I’m holding my breath. Because at any time, I might fall.

 

So. Am I healing?

 

Things could be how they were. When I had no one, when nothing was all I did have. Hard work has made it better, although the lows contradict and tell me otherwise.

But I’m still here, so I carry on. Climbing, breathing and surviving.

One day I may be okay, one day I may heal. And Until that day comes, despite my tortured soul, I’ll hold on and hang on to the what that may well be:

I am free.

 

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DailyPost Prompt – ‘Heal’. Click here to view

 

There’s Light in Darkness; I Think.

Hello! Um, I think I need to issue a warning on this piece. It is very dark. Suicide, death and dying is in it yet has some hope thrown in too. So, It’s entirely up to you if you want to go ahead and read it 🙂

This photo prompt is provided by FFFAW and you can find the weekly prompt challenge here 🙂

 

Genres: Dark/Disturbing, Tragedy & Psychological

 

 

The darkness and desolation mirror my soul: hopeless, fearful and alone. But, a light keeps moving me forward even though I wish it would dim. I truly want to die but I also want to live. The ambivalence drives me insane. Why can’t I decide once and for all one way or the other? My friend says to me “don’t do it” and I think great, I chose death and now he’s stolen the moment: I hate it when he says something to stop me. Why can’t I just go?

But, however dark I feel, how void of hope I am, that light always remains, illuminating a small spot within me. In the end, I hope I’ll find meaning from my pain and the struggles I’ve had. And If I do and if I can do good, then my life will have been worth it and I’ll have finally found my peace – that’s the plan, anyway.

 

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No Bad Deeds go Unpunished

Genre: Horror-esque

 
Thomas Baker was indeed one of the world’s pessimists. A gaunt fellow in need of some food, clean clothes and a mighty good shave. And a dose of luck. Through a series of misfortunes, Tom Baker had lost everything: his wife, house, job, car and children. Who could blame him for his lack of optimism. I don’t. But the day was coming when his run of bad luck would all change.

In the busy shopping town of Newquey, Tom found his regular spot between a supermarket and a department store. Making himself comfortable – as comfortable as one can be sitting on a concrete floor – he began his desperate mantra to the shoppers: “Please spare me some change, please?”.

A few hours later, with little more than £1.50, Tom was despondent, depressed and dejected. Just as he was about to get up with his measly pennies a voice brought him out of his stupor. He looked up to find an elderly, kind face looking down at him. The man was dressed almost like a Priest, Tom thought. The man had Tom’s attention. And began to share a Secret with him.

Tom wanted proof. Proof that what the man had told him was true. That he could get back everything he had lost, and more. All he had to do was go to some Church situated behind some bend on some avenue somewhere up the road and pray at its altar. Tom thought he knew this town: he’d never seen this Church nor got the scoop from anyone else that it existed. But, Tom had nothing to lose and so began to follow the priests directions on the scrap of paper in his hand. 

Reaching the location, there was indeed a Church and Tom wondered how he’d never seen it before. Okay it’s obscured and a little small, but surely he would have heard of it. Shrugging, he pushes the door open and enters.

Now, The kind Priest is in fact a collector. He takes souls from those who have done wrong in their life. And Tom had done plenty wrong.

He cheated on his Wife, continually. Set fire to his house for an insurance payout, incinerating the dogs in the process. Assaulted his boss causing internal bleeding, a head trauma and broken ribs (and, naturally, was sacked). Crashed his car deliberately for insurance money and severely injured an elderly couple . And he ignored his children their whole young lives. The circumstances he is now in was all of his own doing. And deserves no pity.

He was approaching the altar and getting ready to pray, when the priest stepped out from, to Tom, what seemed like nowhere. “I need you to sign this before you pray”, the Priest told him. Tom signed, not even reading it. He just wanted to get on with getting his life back regardless of the detriment it would cause his family especially. He simply didn’t care.

Folding the papers into his pocket, the Priest mumbled a few words then clapped his hands once.

Tom immediately found himself in his bed, in his home, laying next to his wife. It worked, he thought excitedly, it bloody worked! Hang on, this feels real, he said to himself now thinking it was a bad dream he just had.

But the house? Why is it still standing? Why are the dogs alive and growling at me? Why is my boss also in the bed cuddling my wife? Why are the children just standing there wielding knives? He didn’t understand.

Then his wife stirred. “Hello Dear. Guess what? This is where your real nightmare begins. Welcome to your very own personal Hell and kissed his cheek. Then she and the others turned into The Black Demons – from Hell.

 

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Hello! 🙂 I am soooo glad to have got this story written. I nearly quit when the brain-fog began to enter. It was great to finally finish it.

The Prompt is from a newly found Weekly Writing Challenge I discovered over at Jennifer Kiley’s ‘Secret Keeper’ blog. Click here to check it out. 5 words are given each Monday to weave any type of Poem or Flash piece. The 5 words for this week (#56) are -Proof-Share-Secret-Bend-Scoop. And here is the posts direct link.

And, as always, Thank you very much for reading and come back again soon! 🙂

A Ruthless Race 

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A Ruthless Race

Don’t you know that we watch you?

Your buildings, museums, cathedrals, pillars, posts; we are part of them; spying, observing, looking… judging.

We’ve watched you millennia after millennia, and do you know what we see? A pathetic race of beings that only seem to be evolving to themselves when in fact you are as barbaric as the day you were formed.

You have not changed.

War, famine, hunger, poverty / Abundance, opulence, possessions, wealth. Half your world is starving and the rest complain that their steaks aren’t cooked right. Many have no clean water to drink yet many have lavish fountains in their squares, hotels, gardens and spa’s.

We are judging, we are deciding what to do with mankind and our decision will be final. Life, as you have believed, is not in your hands, It is in ours. And I strongly suggest you wake up, open your eyes and see. For it is your blindness that will ultimately be the demise of what it is to be human.

And that day is coming.

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This piccy prompt is from Angela Goff’s weekly ‘VisDare’. The photo’s are super freaky and super awesome! Visit VisDare by Clicking Here