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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Devil’s Flip Side

Genre: Seriously Miserable!

 

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Devil’s Flip Side

 

The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode; because literally it is the home of the Devil, just not the way that we know it.

Most people think that if you are bad in your current life then you have a passage straight to hell: In fact, the opposite is true. If you have done good most of your life, on death you’re soul comes here – to be taught how to be bad for when you return in another body: Bad will be all what you know and all that you do.

In this world it is better to be bad… and if you’re not, you are going to learn how to be bad anyway.

So, that sinister thought you’ve had mulling around for so long? Go ahead and do it. Because one day you’re going to meet the Devil…. And when you do, you’ll be looking at your own reflection regardless.

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“Run, My Child”

Genre: Freaky, Disturbing, Dark

 

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“Run, My Child”

 

“We’ve trained you well, my little apprentice, and now it’s time for you to go”.

Ben was afraid; the people in the masks were all who he knew. 12 years ago, while his father was paying for fuel at a gas station, 3 of the masked men snatched him and took hm away: He was just 2.

The men in the masks became his family and they raised him. And in all that time, he never once saw their faces.

Daily they would train him until exhaustion made him drop: Running, combat, judo, gymnastics, swimming, karate. His mind taught to survive interrogation, toughened to survive torture. This he had all learned, and it was now his time to leave.

His Master took him out to the woods to say goodbye.

But, what Ben didn’t realize was that this training, this endurance, wasn’t for him to survive in the world – it was to survive them.

Ben was their prey – and, shortly after the goodbye, the hunt would begin.

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A late VisDare (here), but this photo blew me away when I saw it and it just had to become a story.

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The Still Wait

Genre: Tragedy, Psychological

 

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The Still Wait

 

Alone. I love breathing this air. I feel at peace.

I’m gonna walk down that grass dip to the lake, and no-one will even have an idea why I am here, and then I’ll be still.

No more worries, no more cares, just me, me on my own. No more friends, No more parents, No more fellow survivors. No-one anymore. Nobody. Just me.

The sun rising is beautiful.

As I breathe in the air, my mind free’s.

Ahhh, the fresh air. The peace.

I won’t look behind me. Nor will I retreat.

Damn, this lager is strong; now I know why alckies drink the stuff. Urgh, but it’s done its dues and I am woozy.

I’ll start to get going. Down the grassy hill.

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Standing at the lake’s edge, I peer down and see my reflection rippled by the waters natural movement, I swallow the last handful of tranq’s: How well they work with alcohol.

For a while, at least.

I step one foot then another into the cold lake. I’m warm.

I can feel myself beginning to unsteady. Thoughts are hard. I barely notice my breaths as my body starts to will itself to fall. Must go in further. Each step is lifting lead.

I am fully affected by the drugs and drink now. I’m weak. I’m tired. Things are blackening around me. I carry on; well I think I do.

Then I think my final thought before I eventually fall:

‘God, Why? – Why?’

 

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Coming Apart

Genre: Paranormal/Supernatural

 

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Coming Apart

 

Christ, how long have I been like this? I feel like I’ve been sleeping for 1000 years. Ow! I am really aching.

What is this wrapped around me? I can see and feel my feet and legs, but what’s the story with my back and arms, and why can’t I think properly?

God, I ache.

I’ve got to get out from this cocoon: I need to muster a lot of effort now. Here goes….

Ow! Now that hurt! Jesus, am I stiff, I’m having difficulty even stretching.

What is this place? Do I live here? It looks familiar, but barely. What a mess, what happened?

My mind feels empty yet fragmented. I can’t seem to recall…..

Are those voices I hear? I better get up. Ow! I can’t move properly.

“Hello?”

I don’t know why they are not answering, but I can hear them coming in… My body is hurting like hell.

Finally.

“Can you help me get up please?”

How rude, they are totally ignoring me. They are not deaf because I can see them talking to each other. Nor are they blind because one of them is looking right at me.

This is very strange.

“Excuse Me…Hello?”

I don’t believe this, they’ve left. Oh forget it, I’ll get up when I’m good and ready. I’ll just stay sitting here for a little bit longer until my body starts functioning again.

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Thank You Miss. Angela Goff for another FantAstic VisDare! This was a lot of fun!

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Regret, Love and the Sea

Genre: Tragedy

 

A line of benches overlooking the sea
A line of benches overlooking the sea

 

 

Regret, Love and the Sea

 

I sit here looking out at the sea thinking about all that ‘could have been’ in these 89 years. And I can’t help but wonder why he and I met and why I stopped looking for him. He was everything I wanted: stable, kind, handsome, a great career…He was perfect, in my eyes anyway, he always was.

Maybe I should have searched harder, hired that private investigator which I entertained more than once. But something always held me back, it was as if there was an invisible block there and I couldn’t push past it…And I still don’t understand it.

I guess I thought he would come find me; he said he would, but he never came.

I should have done what I’m about to do a long time ago. Hindsight is always in 20/20: And if I had known I’ll be sitting here at this age, I would have done this 40 years ago when I last saw him.

Anyway…10 more minutes to look out at the troubled sea before I head back. I have enough pills now and a large bottle of rum to wash them down with.

And after all these years of pain… I’ll finally have my peace and closure.

 

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Picture prompt thanks to ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’ here

On the Way to Shangri-la

 Genre: That’s Life

In Shangri-la Then and Now!

 

 

On the Way to Shangri-la

“Don’t be sad…I did have a great life after all and enjoyed it immensely. You gave me a home when my first owner discovered he was allergic to me; and you all took me in. And who did I meet? My brother! You already had him and we got to be reunited! And the fun we had…Sheesh!!

I’m still around even in spirit and always nearby – I like your new dog by the way!

Always remember me as I am in this photo; not as I was shortly after when it was my time to go. But know this, I’m still here, and please take comfort in that. And Thanks… You gave me the best life!

You all forever have my love”

🙂

 

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Friday’s Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge 29/5/2015 – ‘On The Way’ – here with a story to go with it