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! 🙂

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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! 🙂

 

 

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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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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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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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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Heed My Warning

Genre: Paranormal/Supernatural, Horror

 

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Heed My Warning

 

They say that this place is not just sacred, but full of evil. The old texts speak of the ritualistic sacrifices: Adults, infants and babies all tortured beyond recognition: The viscous infliction lasting days. And when the clan knew there was just 10% of life left in these souls, it was then that their bodies are set on fire. So, on death, that percentage of their spirit would feed the unseen that they worshipped.

Legend says that those who travel to see this place are never the same again: The evil still lingers and seeps into their mind and body once it has claimed its 10% from his or her soul. Then it intrudes the mind with dark visions of all the sacrificial torment that has ever been, and the body begins to decay from the inside out.

At the site, I ignored the statues of warning and went into the sacrificial chamber to see for myself if the legend was true: And as I recount this transcription for people to heed to never go near that place, the death I am dying is a slow and torturous one; I doubt not dissimilar to those of the past sacrificed.

I wish I could give more warning. But, It will only be on death that I shall ever know the true source of its evil – and by then I can recount no more.

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Thanks to Joe over at Sunday Photo Fiction here for this incredible photo prompt!