Tag Archives: fiction

Awakening

29 Jan

Even as a child I knew there is something special around us. Like a color veil waving around in the air.

My mother was a witch. The “A” marked old fashion witch from the small town full of superstitious people. To be a woman with special abilities and free wild mind in such a tight environment…well, it is quite a difficult role to play.

As a child of a woman who has been rejected by the society, you would guess I end up as a repressed child. Or in the worst case, the devil worshiper in its worst way possible.

But my mother gave me the most beautiful gift a mother could give. She taught me to be strong, honest and in the same time a kind person. And when I finally reached the right age, she showed me what I had felt for such a very long time. She showed me the real meaning of the beautiful color veil that was surrounded me since I was born. It was my own power coming out from within me.

As a daughter of a woman that was only a dirt in the eyes of the society, I never wanted to become like her. I spent days and nights praying I would become normal ordinary person. But as soon as I felt that raging power, I blossomed as the most beautiful flower. I opened my feathers as the most proud peacock. The door of the secret garden was wide open for me.

 

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/01/29/writing-prompt-189-collage-35/

The Stars

18 May

“Smile Betsy, smile! Have you ever seen so many cameras?” Emily whispered through her teethes to her friend and partner on battlefield, her beloved Betsy. Emily was overwhelmed by all that attention they got.

“I’d rather be on my B-42 again.” Betsy whispered back.

Not used to be famous and praised they both were awkwardly standing on the field among the battle aircraft.

Betsy and Emily were the very first women to survive the worst air attack on Britain during the war. Unaware of their even more famous future to come, they both were just wishing to get done with this posing for reporters.

They loved to be a part of something big as fighting in a war. Until the day they both learned the hard way how all the faces of war really look like…

 

This post was written as a prompt to twitter prompt ideas. The author of this prompt: www.calebjacobo.com.

You too can join and write your own lines inspired by this beautiful and powerful image 😊

Writing Prompt: Her Dreamy Land

4 May

found on twitter


I found this picture on twitter as I was searching for some writing prompts. The task was to write opening lines for any kind of story. Here are mines:

She was his first love. Mathew never thought their love would last forever. But when she told him he was her only true love, he knew. It was difficult to keep her concentrated on anything. She had her own dreamy land, where all planets were rotating around her private universe. But there was something so intoxicating about her, that it was impossible not to love her…

If you liked the image or this writing prompt, you can write your own opening lines to any kind of story. If you do so, you can send your link to coments. Please give the credit for the picture and this writing prompt to the author: 

This writing prompt was provided by calebjacobo.com

TLT: Unbearable Lightness of Being

14 Apr

photo by Jesse Orrico


“Play some nice song, father.”

Priest sitting behind his old piano, turned to his parishioners. He smiled and played first tones of their favourite song.

The good spirit of the day floated across the room. It was one of those days when you feel the lightness if being…


This post was written for TLT challenge.

Traveling Alone

14 Apr

Google images

 

I travel alone every day.
I wake up every morning,
thinking of how to survive the day again.
Coffe is my first savior.

Trafic already pumps in its usual speed
and I am wondering
if today is the day that I can forget you.

You departed in the foggy morning.
Leaving only memories for me.
We used to travel together,
every day of the week.
The same bus, the same road.
Dark shadow is my companion today.
And each day.

So now I travel alone.
Thinking if how to survive these routes.
Nobody to talk to,
nobody to argue with.

But I’ll be fine.
Today is a good day.
In the distance of my days I see
that at the end
I’ll be fine.


This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/14/tale-weaver-61-departure/

No Way Out

12 Apr

hideout

Albert Finch

“Oh my God, oh my God, they are home!” Emily got swamped by horror.

“What do I do? What do I do?” she desperately tried to find some place to hide. As a miracle from heaven the door of an old wardrobe opened with squeaking sound… She jumped to the wardrobe and tried to make as little noise as possible.

 Emily didn’t expect anybody to be at home. This was her only opportunity to find the truth about her family’s murder. Police finalized the investigation and did not find anything. No weapon, no trace, no nothing? Really? She could not accept this as an end. And so she started her own investigation.

There were a few people she suspected. And the biggest candidate she had on mind to be convicted was her ex-boyfriend, crazy psychopat who recently ended his stay in psychiatric clinic.

She sneaked into his home and was determined to find some evidence. But as soon as she started to search his office, somebody came  home.
She listened to the voice of her own fear from within the wardrobe. A person was approaching the office. The door slowly opened and he came in. The silence in the room was oppressive.
Suddenly the wardrobe door opened and there he was. Standing in front of her smiling. His face expression was calm and cold in the same time.

“So this is how you pay back all that love I gave you during our years together?” his voice cutting the tick air.

His hand aggressively grabbing her arm was the last thing she remembered…


Well… I don’t know how did I come up with this story, but here it is… :D…this time it is little bit longer.

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/12/photo-challenge-108/.

 

 

Where Are You Running, Rick?

8 Apr

Found on pinterest

He runs as fast as the wind lets him,
far away from the crowd.
What awaits him behind the horizon?

The clouds gather.
Nothing good comes out of this escape.
Fear the uknown evil…

The Hunted Ones

22 Mar

“Meet me at the old photo centre. That is the safest place.”

Jerry hung up. He didn’t have much time. The situation needed some decision. Now or never.
He took his gun and jumped into the car. This was the first time after years that he felt that much adrenaline in his veins.

He agreed to meet Greta near the old photo centre. Their ways separated there a few years back. Yet he couldn’t get her out if his head. They both were trying to escape Bill, the worst hitman in Virginia. They figured separating would be the best way how to get rid of Bill.

He arrived five minutes earlier then her and watched Greta to slowly approach the photo centre.
“There she is. This time I am not letting her go.” Jerry got out of the car and when he was about to close the door, he felt huge pressure on his chest. Then he saw the explosion. His body flew away as a feather. His eyes were full of smoke but he was trying to find Greta and hoped she survived the explosion.

Greta’s body disappeared together with the old photo centre’s building. At that moment Jerry decided not to be the hunted one anymore. From then on he became the hunter. He swore himself that he won’t stop until he kills the hitman himself.


This post was written for FFfAW – Week of 3-22-2016

Security Blanket

20 Mar

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 ‘We stopped checking for monsters under the bed when we realized they were inside of us.’ Charles Darwin.

Toby was hiding under his bed once again. He was sure there is a monster in the house. Everybody was already asleep and that was even worse. Toby realized that he was alone in this. Once the monster gets to his room, there will be nobody to save him.

Toby heard a sound coming from the kitchen. With eyes wide open he forgot to breath. He was trying to catch some sound again but the only thing he heard now was his heart beat. Another sound now coming from the stairs.

“What do I do, what do I do?”

Toby was desperate already. He closed his eyes and started to pray.

“Please God, don’t let the monster to see me.”

Suddenly his heart beat came back to normal speed. Toby felt enormous relief on his chest. It was as if somebody covered him with security blanket. He didn’t know how, but he fell asleep right that second.  In the morning his mother found him sleeping under the bed.

“Sweetheart there are no monsters. It was our cat wandering around the house once again like every night.”

After that night he always started to pray anytime he was afraid of monsters. And it always worked. Years later he realized these monsters were only in his head. However he never stopped wondering about the “security blanket”.


This post was written for  Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Writing Prompt nr. 151 – Collage 19.

TLT – Life Direction

17 Mar

(c) Sonya, 2008

Everybody was telling me which direction I should take on my life path.

I wished I could see through and decide the best way possible.

Now I know what I did not know then. Sometimes the answer you seek is quite obvious. You don’t even have to try that hard. Focus on the positive things in life and everything will be just fine.


This post was written for Three Line Tales.