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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Treasure is a Find, or is it?

Genre: Mystery – Paranormal/Supernatural

 

 

Tom and Max, 11-year-old buddies, stopped at the beach to skim some stones each trying to outdo the other. Reaching down for a pebble, Max  spotted something.

“Tom, look at this”

He was about to pick it up when Tom yelled at him,

“Don’t touch it!”

Max froze. And pulling his friend away, Tom began to relay the story he’d been told as a child.

A Pirate ship sank 1100 years ago killing its entire crew.  Its dead crew now exists in the Netherworld, Realm of the Un-dead. But, to survive there they must consume the souls of the living, so they lure their victims with cursed gold.

Max laughed at how crazy his friend sounded and picked up the gold anyway. Big mistake. Within seconds the sea roared to life. Gigantic waves loomed over as Invisible hands pulled them under.

And as they drowned,  the Pirates who were hungry and ready to feast on their own new-found treasure, harvested their souls.

 

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Word Count 163.

Hi All 🙂 For some reason I have really struggled today with writing this story (maybe it’s the heat – that’s my excuse!!)  So, I’m not sure if I got it across right. I just hope it isn’t overly too bad! 😉

Thank you Louise at The Storytellers Abode for this great photo prompt! And FFfAW for hosting their 79th Writing Challenge! To learn more about the FFfAW challenge click this bit! It’s a great Flash Fiction community of writers. Visit here to read other stories for this week and to maybe even take part yourself ???

Take care and Thank you as always for reading! 🙂

 

 

Realms of a Garden (?)

Realms of a Garden (?)

 

I always dreamt of having a garden and never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever have one.

Okay, I’m 75 now, but having lived in flats all my life and not having the financial means to move, I settled on it as being one of life’s wishes: until a wonderful man entered my life.

He is wealthy, very wealthy, and when he learnt of my deepest dreams he went and made as many as he could come true.

He and I may not have many years of life left in us, but the years we do have left will be lived out as if they were a dream: and this beautiful garden where I stand now is one of those dreams.

Sometimes, though, I still feel as if there is a need to open my eyes and wake up…. (???!)

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(folks, make of the ending whatever you wish! 🙂 )

 

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Oh-no, not ‘That’ time again!

Genre: Humour/Humor – Idiocy!

 

 

Oh-no, not ‘That’ time again!

“Psssst!…..

…Pssssssst!!!”

East Rock was really trying his best to wake West Rock. They had ‘Visitors’ coming in half-hour and West Rock needed to be up.

“OI!!!” East Rock shouted. “WAKE UP!!” he yelled.

That got West Rocks attention; he began to stir. “What time is it?”

Not again. East Rock went through this every single year: Solstice coming, Visitors approaching and, as usual, West Rock, totally forgetting the time of year – again – always needing reminding.

As West Rock started to get his bearings, he grumbled the same moaning that he did every year:

“Why can’t they go to Stonehenge or somewhere, why do they have to come here for their ‘Praying to the Stones’ ritual? Don’t they realize that their laying hands on me, whilst chanting some kind of weirdness, doesn’t actually do anything?”

“Just do it” East Rock implored.

So with a heavy, bored sigh, West Rock did as he was told and began to ‘Vibrate’.

How these people thought this ridiculous charade was some kind of ‘Spiritual Awakening’, he had no idea.

But West Rock did know something. He knew that once they laid their hands on him and felt ‘Something’, they would think he was great. And possessing that kind of ‘public greatness’ meant just one thing: He, nor East Rock, would be bulldozed down only to be replaced by low-cost housing.

So, on that fact alone, he decided that ‘Vibrating’ for these incredibly deluded people was, very much, in his favour to do so. And, with that, he quit his moaning, saw the positive, and did as East Rock asked him to: and pulsed away!

 

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Today’s photo prompt by ‘Flash Fiction for Aspiring Authors’, which is on every Tuesday, and you can find it here.

Bad Fishy-Fun!

Genre: Humour/Humor

 

Bad Fishy-Fun!

 

“Why are we following him again?”

“Coz he’s smarter and bigger than us and knows where to get the best plankton from”

“Sooo.. we just blindly follow?”

“I don’t see why not”

“Yeah, but he could be working with that awful Shark who always wants to eat us”

“This Mullet is telling me we can trust him”

“Okay, but first sign of trouble and we quickly swim back…and we hold back a few feet til we know for sure it’s not a trap”

“Done”

“But still, this ‘free food for nothing in return’ sounds a bit too good to be true to me”

“RUN!”

“Huh?!”

“It’s the Shark… SWIM!”

“I told you we couldn’t trust that dodgy fish!”

“Well there’s no time to argue…let’s just get out of here… all that Shark ever does is sea food and eat it”

 

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(boom-boom! – sorry for my terribly dreadful humour!)

Thank you Priceless Joy at ‘Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers’ or FFfAW for this weeks Photo prompt (Thanks Sonya.O!) challenge here.

Ghostly goings-on’s!

Genre: Humour/Humor, Paranormal/Supernatural

 

Thank you, Dawn M. Miller, for providing our prompt photo this week.

Ghostly goings-on’s!

 

“You know what they are for, don’t you?”

“They are Wind-Chimes, they make a lovely dinging sound when there’s a breeze blowing”

“Nah-ah, that’s not what they’re used for. The real purpose of them is to ward off spirits”

“What, like, ‘dead-people’ spirits?”

“Yep. See that house across the road there? That’s where 4 family members were butchered and decapitated”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope. And what they say is their spirits never left the house and anyone who moves in, they get them out”

“That’s scary”

“Six families have lived there and left in the past 2 years”

“Are you serious?”

“Ah-ha. And these Wind-Chimes are protection from their spirits”

“Why would my house need protecting when it was there that the murders took place?”

“Coz it was the fella who lived here before you that killed them”

“What?!”

“Yep”

“What happened then to him?!”

“Oh, he died last week – got the death penalty”

“What?!”

“Yup. So for yours and your family’s sake – never take them Wind Chimes down, because he just might want his house back too” 🙂

 

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180 words

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Will They still be the Same

Genre: Chilling, Psychological

 

Photo Source: Pixabay.com

Will They still be the Same

 

“Come on in” said the clown: The children were very scared.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise”: The children still held back.

“If you all come in I shall pay the entry for you, the experience will be free!”: The children thought about it.

“And, if you come now – I will give you free passes forever”: Now, the children were getting excited.

“This is the Fun-House children, happiness assured by me, your friendly clown”: The children felt more at ease, approached and ascended the steps.

“Well done my little friends. Now, just push the door open and all of you step inside”: The children did as they were told.

The door closed and locked behind them: in the dark they felt very afraid.

They heard the clown once more: “Children, this is ‘My’ Fun-House, try to get to the other door, see if you can leave!”.

There was no other way out:

And 6 years later the children are still missing.

 

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160 Words

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