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Crushed

Hi! Here’s my sixth attempt at writing a 100 word flash fiction for FF, in response to the photo prompt chosen by our lovely and talented hostess Rochelle 🙂 For anyone who wants to join in, FF is a fun challenge and the community is very encouraging, so feel free to participate! 

Thank you, Sandra, for this really interesting photo loved writing on it! 😀

Copyright -Sandra Crook

Copyright -Sandra Crook

Here are my 95 words 🙂

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CRUSHED

“Xavier, did you run the tractor today?”

“Ayuh, Ma, I did. Ain’t Pa gonna be pleased?”

“Darn right he will be if you’s remembered to separate the heads beforehand. Your Pa, he hates it when the brains spill out and muck up the field.”

“Ayuh, I remembered, don’ worry. I even removed the intestines.”

“Your Pa will be proud, Xavier!”

“Ain’t that Bessie, Ma? Looks like Pa’s back, with them new prospectors. I wonder what they’ll do when they realize we conned them!”

“Oh they’ll be crushed, son!”

Xavier and his mother laughed together.

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Avarice

AVARICE

Rachel crouched in the shadows. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down the nape of her neck as she waited. Time was passing agonizingly slow for her. She wished he would hurry up and walk into the trap she had set for him! She cursed him under her breath. Matthew Whitman. Rachel hated everything about him, from his squeaky clean smile, to the shrewd businessman’s brain whirring away behind those pretty blue eyes.

 Rachel and Matthew had been rivals throughout their education at Harvard Business School. Right from the start Matthew had infuriated Rachel by countering all her intelligent answers by his equally brilliant opinions, and winning the favour of every professor he studied under. Rachel had hated him when he was the top scorer of the batch, sailing past her with just a mark , just half a grade point above her. Rachel could have forgiven him for all of that, but it was the last straw for her when she learnt from the university grapevine that the job, her dream job, as a Harvard professor, was going to be offered to Matthew during campus placement. This is not going to happen, Rachel vowed to herself. She felt no need for threats or blackmail, she was certain she could talk it out with Matthew. After all, they had an understanding, didn’t they?

 

After a few months at Harvard, Rachel’s lifelong interest in the occult had led her to a secret society dealing primarily in Wicca and necromancy. There she had been surprised to see Matthew and angry that even here he was a notch higher than her. But she hadn’t said anything, not openly, because their relationship as fellow occultists was quite friendly and they were co-dependent on each other to protect their secret.  Rachel was sure the matter of the job offer was negotiable.

 

“Rachel Hudson, are you mad?” Matthew laughed scornfully. “This job is great! Why on earth would I negotiate with you about it?”

“It’s my dream!”

“It’s easy money, and I’ve always wanted that. Sorry, but I’m not letting this go.”

Rachel was desperate now. “I’ll reveal your membership in the secret community to the university!” she threatened, making him laugh again.

“So they won’t give me the job-but they won’t give it to you either, when they find out that you’re a member too. And then you won’t have to worry about jobs anymore because the society leaders will find you and execute you for treachery. Game over.”

He was right, and she knew it. But how could she stand by and watch him take over her life? Rachel thought long and hard about all she had learnt from Wicca and a plan began to unfold in her mind.

 

Looking back, Rachel could not find a single flaw in her planning. Everything was in place. The hex bags were under the cabinets and inside the drawers, the elements had been invoked, and offerings had been made to the deities.

Rachel watched with bated breath as Matthew entered the room and stood in front of the computer, which was unresponsive. He punched the buttons and kicked at the CPU, starting when the printer suddenly spat out a sheet of paper with a huge inky black spot covering most of its area. Puzzled, Matthew took it in his hands and peered at it.

Rachel could have jumped in joy when he touched his fingers to the spot and they swam in the dark pool of space instead of stopping at the surface of the sheet. This was it. The black hole that Rachel had herself designed and enchanted with spells, potions and a lot of hard work. Matthew was doing exactly as she had predicted he would. She had already conducted a necromantic ritual to ensure that the spirits guarding Matthew would not warn him against his impending doom. And there he was, placing the black hole on the sealed mouth of the safe, looking delighted as he pulled out bundles and bundles of the university’s funds. Then came the moment she had been waiting the most for- Matthew in his attempt to reach the last of the money, scrambled headfirst into the vault.

Rachel flicked her wrist. The sheet dropped to the ground, sealing Matthew into his cave of death.

Now it was time for her to pay the price. Rachel sat down on the floor and uttered the required incantation. She waited for someone to tell her what to do next.

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This is my submission for the speakeasy yeah write #150

For details regarding the challenge, refer to http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/150-open/


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Clytie’s Folly

 

 This is my submission for the dVerse “Let’s be Fabulists today” challenge. The idea is to write a piece of poetry inspired by any fable of your choice. You can also write your own fable if you like, just be a Fabulist and do it the way you find suitable 😀 Thank you Bjorn for this super-interesting prompt!

I chose the Greek myth of Clytie the sunflower maiden. There are a few versions of the story, I used this one because I like it best. Clytie, a beautiful water nymph falls in love with Sun god Apollo, but he does not return her affections, breaking her heart and causing her much misery. This leads the other gods to pity her and turn her into a sunflower, so she always follows the route of the sun and folds her petals in when the sun sets, thereby proving her everlasting love for Apollo.

CLYTIE’S FOLLY

 

Long ago, a lovely water nymph

Loved a handsome god

And she loved him truly

With a fire never to thaw.

 

She was Clytie with the spun gold tresses

He was Apollo, master of the sun

As arrogant he was, as loving was she

He loved many; for her he was the only one.

 

Luminous and lovestruck, her eyes

Followed him across the azure sky

Never he deigned to cast her a glimpse

Uncaring was he, yet she never questioned why.

 

With his arrival her day began

Hope made her delicate bosom tremble

Yet not once did he look upon her beauty

Never did his strong hands on the reins fumble.

 

“Forget him!”, Clytie’s sisters urged

“He will give you nothing but pain

This obsession will raze you to ashes

In the end nothing of you will remain.”

 

“No”, she insisted, naïve as she was

“He will love me one day soon.”

But the stars would not will it to happen

And Clytie wept for Apollo night, day and noon.

 

The depth of her devotion

Had failed to move the one she desired

But the gods had seen her suffering

And took pity on her situation, for it was dire.

 

Slowly the magic wove itself in patterns

Turning each finger into a soft leaf

Slender waist tapered down into a stem

Petals bloomed on her face, no longer to express grief.

 

The gods had morphed Clytie

She was a flower now, the hue of sunshine

But her lovely golden face

would still follow the sun

She could not speak her sorrow,

 But for his love she would always pine.

 

 

 

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The Murder

Hi! So my fifth attempt at writing for FF. Every week. our gracious hostess Rochelle chooses a picture prompt, based on which we are to write a flash fiction of approximately 100 words, give or take a few. Its a fun challenge, and the community is full of nurturing and talented writers, so come join in at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/  🙂

Thanks a ton David for this inspiring picture 😀

Copyright - David Stewart

Copyright – David Stewart

Here are my 99 words 🙂

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THE MURDER

 

The town’s social activist Annabelle Grace had been murdered in a gruesome fashion. She had been struck repeatedly on the head with the brass bell that had hung over the porch.

The police had found her seven year old daughter Isadora in a state of trauma. It was uncertain whether she would recover enough to speak about the murder.

To Isadora, it was all very simple. She loved candy but Mother scolded her everyday and kept the candy away.

The solution?

Silence Mother.

A smile crept into Isadora’s angelic features. Now she could have all the candy she wanted.

 

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Blood Ties

This is my submission for the Write On Edge “It Takes Two” contest.

“It takes two to make an accident.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

The details:

  • 1000 word limit, all genres of creative writing are welcome.
  • linky is open until Friday, February 21, at 11:55pm Pacific
  • Use the F. Scott Fitzgerald quote above as an opening/closing line or draw inspiration from it, your choice.
  • Community voting opens 2/22 and closes 2/28 at 11:55pm Pacific.
  • Community and editorial choice winners will be announced on Write on Edgeand Bannerwing Books on Monday, March 3, 2014.
  • All entries must be original work, only published on your personal blog/website, and by entering you give Write on Edge and Bannerwing Books permission to reprint your entry in Precipice, Volume III‘s print and digital formats, as well as permission to edit for grammatical, spelling, and typographical errors.
  • Have fun!

 

Here are my 952 words 🙂

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BLOOD TIES 

There was a time when things were different.  In those days, Alyssa had worshipped her, and obeyed every command of hers. Phaedra had been her goddess, her muse, her universe and all its planets and constellations. And now…

Phaedra had always said it was compassion that had made her turn Alyssa into her kind, but the truth was that she had fallen in love with the beautiful auburn haired, pink cheeked human girl who walked through the woods every day on her way to school. Never in Phaedra’s four hundred and nine years had she felt this way. There was something about Alyssa that made warmth flood into Phaedra’s undead heart, something that made it flutter like a caged bird. It made her long for Alyssa like she had never longed for anyone before.

Yet how could she reach out? How could she express her love for Alyssa without exposing herself and her clan to the human world? Granted the human world in their case was only a small, nondescript town in the middle of nowhere, but was Alyssa very likely to respond to the affections of one whose clan had just destroyed her family and friends in front of her? She was likely to think of them as monsters and Phaedra did not want that. But then fate had intervened. A young bloodthirsty vampire had attacked Alyssa in the woods one day, and would have killed her if Phaedra had not stepped in timely and destroyed the creature. Phaedra had then seized the golden opportunity and turned Alyssa. Alyssa could have recovered from the attack, healed with surgery and medicine, but Phaedra never told her that. I did it for her own good; she told herself whenever she felt guilty about it.

After Alyssa’s awakening, Phaedra began looking forward to eternity for the first time. Alyssa was deeply grateful to her savior and amazed by her newfound capabilities. She loved the superhuman strength, the vision, the hearing, and most of all being immortal. She was, however, somewhat afraid of the other vampire clans, and Phaedra willingly took her under her experienced wing. Alyssa learnt from Phaedra everything she needed to know in order to survive. Phaedra and she  spent every day and night together as friends, companions, and lovers in the purest sense of the word. For Phaedra, every moment was consumed in memorizing the curve of Alyssa’s smile, drinking in the beauty of her laughter to the last drop and dedicating everything she had to her love.

Phaedra wanted Alyssa to love her back in the same way that, but the sparks just hadn’t flown from the other side. Alyssa worshipped the ground Phaedra walked upon and would do anything she asked for, her world revolved around Phaedra, but she was not in love with her. Phaedra could easily have demanded Alyssa’s affections the way she wanted them, but she loved the younger vampire too much for that. Besides, Alyssa’s loyalty left little to be desired. “I can forget everything, I can leave everything, Phaedra.” Alyssa told her once. “But I’ll never forget you. And I’ll never leave you .”

Those were the golden days, when it had just been the two of them. And then seventy years later, he came in from nowhere. Chris.  The irony of fate was that Alyssa laid eyes on Chris in the same way Phaedra had first seen Alyssa herself. Now Chris was everything Alyssa wanted.  She told Phaedra she wanted to turn Chris so they could live happily ever after, because she was cent percent sure that he was her Prince Charming. “Isn’t it wonderful that I finally found the one I want to spend eternity with?” she asked Phaedra, her eyes shining.

“Does he love you too?” Phaedra asked Alyssa, trying to sound normal.

“Oh he doesn’t know me yet. But he will, soon.” Came the calm reply.

It had taken Phaedra seventy years to realize how selfish Alyssa really was.

Phaedra’s frozen heart wept. Seventy years she had given to this relationship. An eternity she had devoted to this love, and now her princess, her Cinderella no longer wanted her. After all she had done for the lovely redhead, this was what she had received in return.

She felt the grief give way to burning rage. What was Phaedra’s was hers alone, and no one else could dare claim it. Alyssa belonged to her, certainly not to a weak human.

Chris had to be dealt with. Soon.

One month later, Phaedra sat consoling a sobbing Alyssa. “They left! All of them! Chris and his entire family!” Alyssa said, for the tenth time that evening.

“I know.” Said Phaedra soothingly.

“I just loved him so much, you know, Phaedra? So so much…I had such lovely plans for our future together, I was even going to meet him, in that lilac dress you got me that summer in Transylvania, and he just …left.” Alyssa collapsed in Phaedra’s arms.

“There, there. He wasn’t worth you anyway.. And I’m always there, am I not? I’ll love you forever, sweet one…” Phaedra murmured gently and Alyssa sobbed harder. “I know!” she cried. “I’ll never chase anyone again, Phaedra! I will stay with you for the rest of eternity, with the only person who truly loves me.”

Phaedra sighed contentedly and marveled at how easy it had been to get rid of Chris. A little bearing of fangs, some cryptic warnings, and the foolish mortal and his already superstitious family had fled.  It had been by accident that Chris had come into Alyssa’s life and another accident that had chased him away. It is rightly said, Phaedra mused. It takes two to make an accident.

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Lingering Taste

FRIDAY  FICTIONEERS

Hello, all you lovely people. As usual I’m terribly late with my submission, because I was blank and searching for ideas, and then I suddenly got it, I’m afraid its not very good though, Anyway, here’s my entry to FF, a lovely blog posted by our very own Rochelle Wisoff-Fieldswho gives us a photo prompt every week so we can write a 100 word piece of fiction on it. Thank you Janet Webb for this week’s photo!

Copyright - Janet Webb

Copyright – Janet Webb

Here are my 100 words 🙂

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LINGERING TASTE

Edward Kimberly, frantic with worry, reported his wife missing the day after Christmas.

Five days later, he sat in the kitchen swirling the contents of his wineglass when the police arrived with the news that Serena Kimberly’s body had been found in a dark alley with her throat slit open. “The killer drained her of her blood, Sir”said a policeman.

“My God!” Edward accidentally knocked his glass into the sink. “Who would do that to her?”

“That’s what we’re investigating, Sir.”

What a pity! Edward thought. It was the last glass left. Serena’s blood had tasted wonderful with wine.

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The Groom Returns

My first entry for Write On Edge and I must say I really like this concept of using a photo as well as quote for the prompt.The writer has the option of choosing the picture or the quote, or both of them as inspiration for their 500 word story.This week I used the photo as my prompt.

Image courtesy of Unsplash.

Image courtesy of Unsplash.

Here are my 497 words 🙂

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THE GROOM RETURNS

The cold night wind scattered sand over the desert. Iris watched the fine silver grains rearrange themselves gracefully into new patterns. Above her, the velvet sky was dotted with stars, but lately Iris had stopped tracing the constellations with her eyes, she found no peace in them any longer. It was all because of him. He had taught her the art of reading the sky, and now he had made her lose interest just as easily.

Iris and her family had lived with their community among the dunes for years, its serenity only disturbed  by the occasional research students, academicians and archaeologists whose curiosity drove them to investigate the mysterious desert and its myriad secrets. But the community was careful not to let anything leak out to the outsiders. Twice that had happened, and the scholars had been captured and put to death quickly, quietly and efficiently.

 

The desert’s secrets had to be protected at all costs.

 

Robert had been another young research student, different from the others only because he had fallen in love with Iris. Attention from men was quite unknown to young Iris, for unlike her (flower) namesake, she was neither delicate nor pretty.She was not particularly intelligent or charming either, so Robert’s wooing had enthralled and enchanted her. She had begun to love Robert back, and the elders had been shocked, but tolerant of their forbidden romance, only because Iris’s father was an important man in the community. Since, Robert was still an outsider, they had merely decided on hiding their rituals and magical skills from him.

 

But as fate would have it, Robert had walked in on a late night sacred ritual worship of a very important deity, disrupting the process and unfortunately becoming a threat to the community. And of course he had been excited and pleased about his discovery, telling the elders how good it would be for their community to be publicized and how famous it would make them. But of course that couldn’t be allowed. The decision to execute Robert was unanimous. It was only after Iris begged and begged and convinced her father, that they agreed upon erasing Robert’s recent memory with a serum rather than killing him.

 

However, fate had intervened again when something in the serum had gone wrong, leading to a painful death for Robert. There was nothing that could be done, no potion, no spell that could revive him, and the entire community went into ceremonial mourning.

 

But now he was back. He had somehow returned from the dead to claim his bride, and he was wreaking havoc all over the desert with famines,droughts, infant deaths and worst of all to Iris, he visited her in nightmares with that gruesome bloodstained smile and equally bloody hands that reached out for her.

Iris shivered in fear.

A hand came down heavily on her shoulder. She screamed.

“Hello Iris.” Robert’s mangled living dead corpse rasped. “This time I’m taking you with me….”