It was after her uncle had died Jolene found he had bequeathed her his old log cabin. It was nothing special, just a secluded log cabin way out in the wilderness. Upon hearing this, she packed everything up into her pickup truck and headed straight for it. Given the state of the world, isolation didn’t seem to be a bad thing. Besides, for a girl who wore nothing but jeans and flannel shirts, it did seem a perfect location. Maybe she would become a lumberdyke…
Following the group she was traveling with out of the lift, she pouted all the while. What was the point of coming here? It was cold, isolated and there were no shops or little boutiques to check out. She wondered about her decision to take part in this group holiday. Next year she would travel alone and go somewhere where there was sun, sea, and sand. Still, at least she got to wear her new expensive fur coat on this trip…
Whenever the sea-mist came in the villagers knew to go inside their homes, lock their doors and ignore all sounds.
One afternoon Lilith had been away picking apples from the nearby orchard. When she returned she saw the sea-mist rolling in. In a panic she dropped the apples and ran to her house. She got to her door but couldn’t find her keys. Tendrils of mist were already snaking around her and she felt the chill. She started to frantically knock on the door when she suddenly felt the chill go through her. The other villagers heard her screams.
Word count: 99
*Sigh*… one of these days I would like to do a directors cut of some of my flash fiction. There’s so much stuff I have to cut out. Though maybe less is more.
On Sunday Emily visited her father. She found the song Helter-Skelter was playing on the stereo in the lounge, but there was no sign of him downstairs. When she got to the stairs the song Helter-Skelter started playing again, but she paid it no attention.
“Dad!” she called out. She went up the stairs and checked the bedroom. When she walked into the room the door quickly closed behind her. Her father suddenly appeared out of thin air looking terrified.
“Did you turn the stereo off?” he asked. Emily shook her head. “Until that stereo turns off we are stuck in here!”
Emily looked out the window. There was nothing but blackness.
Word Count: 111 + prompt
This was written with the word prompt Helter-Skelter provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #91.
The vampire advanced towards her. Rebecca was backed into a wall. The vampire smirked. It had her now. Rebecca grabbed one of the pottery shards from a shelf beside her and just as the vampire grabbed her, Rebecca drove the shard into the vampire’s heart. The vampire looked surprised and turned into a cloud of dust. Rebecca sighed and walked to the door.
“Stupid vampire.” She said.
“Stupid human!” Said a voice behind her.
Rebecca turned to see the vampire she had killed with a dark smile on it’s face, just as she felt it’s icy hands on her.
This is a second piece I’ve written using the prompt shards from the Carrot Ranch January 24 Flash Fiction Challenge.
Aalen cut down all the bodies from the trees in the village. She spent the day burying her kin in the village outskirts. Every time saying a prayer to the Goddess while wiping away tears. She removed the sacred crystal shards from around the neck of the village Elder and buried her last. She cupped the largest one in her hands praying for a way to find the killers of her people. The shard glowing brilliantly in her hands showed the way. A rage filled her heart. She grabbed all her weapons and followed the path she had seen.
What was his car doing here? The man stood in front of the car feeling confused. The last thing he remembered he had been driving it down a road. And now it was here. In the middle of nowhere. He was sure he was driving it only a few moments ago but his car looked like it had been here for a while. The engine had gone, the windows too. It looked old and forgotten. What had happened? He tried to think about his last few days, but there was nothing. Nothing at all.
He didn’t know were he was.
Word count: 100 words.
This was written for a picture prompt provided by Dale. Photograph provided by Ted Strutz.
With Jess to help we had got the farm ready in quick time. We were already planting the first seeds in the furrowed land before us and showing the world that two girls could run this farm, and get engaged.
This was written with the prompt furrowed from Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #90. The poem or story had to be forty words exactly.
Something seemed strange when Aalen returned to her village in the heart of the forest. She had been on the borders of their land helping repel an attack from the humans. It was too quiet and Aalen couldn’t see any sentries hiding up in the trees with her sharp eyes. Then Aalen cried out dropping to her knees in despair.
In the centre of the village where there was a natural colonnade formed by a double row of trees were all the villagers hanging from them. All of them dead.
The attack on the borders had been a diversion.
This was written with the prompt of colonnade from the January 17 Flash Fiction Challenge by Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch.