05 Jul 2017 26 Comments
in #Writespiration, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #Writespiration, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Sacha Black, Secrets
Sacha has another prompt for her #Writespiration challenge…
I wasn’t meant to see that…
There I was, opening up my payslip, knowing exactly what it would contain.
Such a relief that payday was here, I was short of money again this month.
I had to do a double take!
The name… not mine…
Ooops!Hmmm, so that’s what she earns…..!
30 Jun 2017 23 Comments
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Flash Fiction, flight, Sue Vincent
Sue’s Prompt for #WritePhoto this week.
Part one of Becca And Jack’s story – here
Becca lay in bed gazing out of the window.
A week or so had passed since she had been rescued.
Jack had been an angel, honestly. He’d taken time off work to look after her and had been amazing, tending to her every need.
And now she was starting to feel stronger. Strong enough to go out for a walk, or a hobble with her crutches, to get some fresh air, and to clear the stifling vibes that had been building up inside.
He meant well, really he did, but from the moment she woke up, until the second her eyes closed, he was there.
This morning he was pacing, she knew there was something he wanted to say, and in the end he did.
“Who were you going to meet, that day?”
She had genuinely been going for a walk the day she inadvertently slipped down a tunnel and got trapped in a tunnel for a few days. It had been because of him that she had needed to escape the house.
The constant questioning and suspicion had got all too much and she needed to think.
To clear her mind.
Usually she would have been rather meek in her response, bumbling some story to prove her whereabouts, but after four days trapped in that tunnel, some sort of resolve had built up inside.
“For goodness sake Jack, I was out for a walk! I tripped I fell. Isn’t it punishment enough, that I was trapped for days, with an injury, without you making it all about you?”
Jack sat, slightly shell-shocked. Becca had never answered him back before.
“Right, well, I’ll just go and make a cuppa…” He left the room.
But only for a few moments.
Becca knew.
Looking out of the window, she watched the beautiful Kite soaring over the rooftops. Not far behind her was another. Imagining the first bird to be like her and the other to be like Jack, she thought “See, they never leave us alone. Always there, following us, checking up on us…”
A quiet knock at the door heralded the entry of her Jack, tray set with two cups of tea and a plate of biscuits.
See? He just can’t leave me alone…
28 Jun 2017 19 Comments
in #Writespiration, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #Writespiration, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Flash Fiction, Sacha Black, Toast
Sacha’s come up with another corker this week for our 52 word challenge on the #Writespiration prompt!
Image from Pixabay
They’ve placed me in this torturous device.
It felt strangely secure initially, but no more.
I can feel my outside starting to tighten…
Please! No! Oh how I long for my softness to reappear!
He’s waiting for me, Torturer…
POP!
Waiting with the knife and butter, he smirks and says, “You’re Toast!”
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22 Jun 2017 39 Comments
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 32 Comments
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…
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