22 Jun 2017
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Sue Vincent, Suspicion, The Tunnel
Sue’s prompt today for #WritePhoto
“Hello?… Hello!..”
Becca rubbed her eyes and allowed her sight to adjust to the pinpoint of light that was streaming down on her.
It wasn’t quite clear, but she thought she could see someone standing there, at the end of the tunnel.
Summoning up all her energy, she tried to shout out.
“Hello! Help me!”
It wasn’t more than a whisper leaving her mouth.
Four days, she had been stuck in this cave. Four nights of pure darkness and four days of muted light she had endured with no food or water, and an excruciating pain in her leg, hip and shoulder.
She had gone for a walk to clear her head.
The arguments were starting to really wear thin now. Jack was getting increasingly paranoid and it took something as simple as her working late for him to start questioning everything from where she was, to why she was wearing certain clothes… even though he knew exactly where she had been.
She knew she wasn’t in the wrong, but how long could she fend off accusations and snide remarks? If he loved her, he wouldn’t do this…
Caught up in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the mouth of the cave, and didn’t see the unearthed root sticking up at the entrance.
Before she knew it, she was tumbling down a shallow tunnel, before coming to a wall. She had landed awkwardly and hurt her leg.
After calling out until she felt hoarse, and trying to gently ease her way back up before realising that her shoulder hurt too much and that her leg couldn’t hold her weight, she had all but given up…
The days and nights were starting to blend into one another.
Surely Jack would have alerted the authorities. Someone must be trying to find her…
Her eyes were starting to close again when she heard something again.
A rustle, and what sounded like movement close by.
She felt herself being moved gently and reassuring voices calmed her.
As long as Jack believed where she had been, she had no wish other than that…
15 Jun 2017
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Blood, Sue Vincent, Twilight
Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week.
Twilight.
It was that time again.
The mists rolled over the hills.
The sun had lowered below the horizon, darkness had yet to envelop the world.
That time… when humans feared the hills.
That time… when loved ones went missing.
That time… when the creatures felt safe to roam.
That time… when they feasted.
Before their eyes failed them in the inky black of the night, the creatures scoured the hills for any living thing, be it a four-legged mammal, or two.
They didn’t discern between either.
The sound of a heartbeat alerted them to their next meal.
They sensed the blood pulsing through veins, calling out to be drained.
Sated, they crawled back to their hiding places, to recharge… ready for the next Twilight…
08 Jun 2017
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Awards, Poems, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Haiku, Sue Vincent, Unrest, wings
Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week.
Birds fly overhead
Unrest is shown in the air
Echoing my life
Ritu 2017
Sorry if you were hoping for a sequel to the last prompt entry… I’m afraid I wasn’t feeling it, as a follow-up! Maybe next week!
01 Jun 2017
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Knock
Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:
“You do it!” Pete whispered.
“No, you do it!” Tom replied.
“Oh for goodness sake, I’ll do it!” Jake pushed himself forward. These other two were a total bunch of chickens!
The three of them had been messing around in the woods behind the park, and they had ventured a little further afield than before, and managed to get a little lost.
As they wound their way around, trying to retrace their steps, the boys managed to go deeper rather than get closer to the park again.
The darkness was starting to fall. It was already late when they decided to go into the woods, and now, as the trees started to take on a sinister look, they realised they were in trouble.
Tom took out his phone to call home, but the signal was nil. The same with Pete’s and Jake’s phone. At least they could use the phones as torches.
As they slowly ventured through the eerie trees, they spotted a small wooden building It was like a little grey-stoned house,with an old wooden door, and there was light coming from a window. A plume of smoke drifted out of a chimney pot.
They stumbled over roots to get to this door. Surely there was someone there to help them.
The closer they got, the more apparent it was that this was no ordinary house. The pathway up to the door seemed to be lined with bones, but with the reducing light they couldn’t be sure…
Tom and Pete began to panic, and wanted to step back. This was where Jake stepped up.
He raised his hand and hesitated before taking the rather creepy looking knocker in his hand and banging it cautiously.
It seemed an age before heavy footsteps were heard, and the door slowly creaked open…
25 May 2017
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Flash Fiction, Photo Prompt, Sue Vincent
Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week.
“Full of potential, so it says. Rustic. Close to nature. Compact. Minimalistic in a traditional way. That’s what the message says.”
John read back the details that the estate agent had sent him. Then looked up at the property.
Now he knew why the guy hadn’t sent a photo. He should have waited a few more days, but Lucy was obsessed with them getting this ‘country weekend home’ sooner rather than later and she was convinced that any properties worth having were snapped up straight away
“Potentially full of damp. Rusty. Nature’s taken over. Shoebox. No plumbing or amenities. That’s what it should have read! Seriously Lucy, let’s just get back in the car and head back. It’s not even wor-“ He stopped.
Oh dear God, he knew that look. Lucy was staring at the ramshackle cottage with a look of pure love.
“Oh Johnny, it’s perfect! Think of what we could do to this place!” She turned to give him the puppy dog eyes… and he had never been able to resist that look…
He felt his wallet lighten with every step towards the building…
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